3rd person pov
Warnings: Mentions of injuries/blood and Smut (again🙂)
Roman was in the car anxiously looking inside the mansion for any signs of Virgil. He only now understood how much he didn't know about him. Judging by how terrified he looked at the mention of his past, it was probably for the best to wait. Roman leaned his head back thinking of what he hid from his own past from Virgil.
His father wasn't a good person. Not as bad as Virgil's mom but still bad. He obviously preferred one of his son more than the other. Roman was once spoiled loved and cared for by his father while his twin was none of those. The only affection he got was from his mom. When he was diagnosed as autistic and came out as gay, Remus was dead to his dad. Roman was his dad's favorite for 13 years. One day, he found out Roman was also gay and that was it. He was brought down to the same level as his brother. Their mom divorced their dad and continued to raise them on her own. Some months ago, she got in a car accident while driving to see Roman's play. She was put in a coma with a very slim chance of surviving. The two brothers refused to listen to the doctors or remaining family and decided to hold on to the hope that their mom would wake up one day.
Roman was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of yelling and doors slamming. He saw Virgil stumble out of the mansion, limping. He threw himself in the car and winced at the contact of the seat with his bloody shoulder.
"Virgil! Are you-"
"Ignore me for a moment, we need to leave."
"But-"
"Roman please!" He turned to face him only to see how much he was shaking and crying. Roman sighed and nodded, finally driving off.
"I'm guessing your house isn't a safe place anymore?" He shook his head.
"I'll need to watch over you until she calms down. She will not hesitate to hurt you in any way if it means she'll get to use me again." Roman looked at him.
"Remember my promise? Whatever happens to us from here on in, we'll get through it. Together." Virgil smiled weakly.
"I believe you."
The couple finally decided to stay at Roman and Patton's in the meantime. Logan and Patton were helping Roman bandage Virgil. Soon enough, Logan realized he was looking down at his feet and hasn't spoken a single word since they came home.
"Virgil, is something on your mind?" Virgil stiffened at the question.
"Ah, no, not much." He replied. Logan's brow furrowed.
"Then you shall find no trouble in letting us see your eyes then?" He asked. Virgil groaned and raised his head up, revealing his pointy fangs and red eyes.
"Yes I'm hungry. There happy?" He said. Logan nodded.
"Very. Now, I believe you're all patched up, Patton and I will leave you some privacy." He smirked and walked out.
"You know you don't have to be embarrassed about needing to feed V. You can feed off of me, no problem." Roman reassured him. Virgil let his gaze soften at Roman's words.
"I love you Virgil and if I can help you feel better, then I will." The two looked at each other fondly for a moment, enjoying sweet moments like these as they knew it would be harder for them to be together from now on. Roman slowly inched forward, gently pressing his lips on Virgil's. He immediately kissed back, smirking into the kiss. He cupped Roman's face and bit down on his lower lip only to remember about his hunger. Roman winced and pulled away, giggling a bit.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I completely forgot!" Virgil apologized, flustered. The other man just smiled again, wiping the blood away from his lip. Virgil's breath caught at that, not being able to look away from him. He felt this way before but not with the same level of intensity. He was used to his senses being heightened but now... It just threw him off. He could hear Roman's blood rush through his veins, his heart beat and his breathing. It was all so overwhelming, as if he was newly turned. Roman noticed the state he was in and took the opportunity.
"Mi amor ? Do you remember when I said you were my first?" Virgil nodded dumbly.
"Well I feel like I need to specify what I meant by that." Roman added. The other thought as hard as he could at what this could mean.
"Wait, that was your first time... Bottoming? God is that even a word?" Virgil groaned, frustrated at how easy it was for him to practically swoon at any movement made by Roman. His train of thought was cut off as the latter held his chin.
"That's right mi amor, I'm a switch. Now, do you want me to make you feel as good as you did with me?" Virgil nodded frantically, earning a chuckle from the other.
"Will you let me... Uh..."
"You can feed as much as you want cariño mío." Virgil shivered at Roman's words and his fingers running up and down the small of his back. He was gently pushed onto the middle of the bed after being stripped of all his clothes.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you okay? You did get pretty beat up."
"Don't worry, I got worse, I'll be fine."
Roman was slowly thrusting into Virgil while cursing. The man underneath him was feeding from his shoulder, moaning into the two sensations. The first time he fed off of him, it did feel good, awesome even, but now? Now Virgil was feeling something new. It was incredible yet indescribable. Even after he stopped feeding, the feeling didn't go away. Vi continued leaving bite marks all over Roman's chest or shoulders, his nails digging into his back. They soon came and collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. The two drifted off to sleep, whispering sweet nothings into the other's ears.
