Let Us Adore You

Chapter 12: Hug Party?

The sound of sizzling bacon fills the room. The scent tickles Tommy's nose as he rouses from his slumber.

He yawns, "Didn't know we had bacon in the fridg-" oh, right. He frowns, the memories of the past couple of days flooding his brain, "This isn't home."

"What are you talking about? You are home." Wilbur chirps as he pours himself a glass of what seems to be a deep red liquid.

Curiosity envelops Tommy and he decides to get up from the couch. Cautiously, he walks up to Wilbur who's settled down into one of the seats. He plops down onto one of the chairs and observes the liquid.

He eyes the liquid as it sloshes around in the cup, sticking to the sides of the glass. The thick liquid slowly oozes down to rejoin the rest. Tommy pales, its blood. He wonders what poor soul had to be murdered to feed him.

He watches as Wilbur takes sips of the liquid. The man seems to savor it as he licks his lips and smirks at Tommy. The assholes playing with him.

Tommy turns away, nose upturned in disgust, "You could at least have the fucking decency to not do that in front of me."

Wilbur only smiles at him, "Oh Tommy, you do realize you're going to have to do this in the future right?" He tilts his head and puts a finger to his chin, "Though, I guess it's my fault for not feeding this week. Your little stunt had me so worried I forgot to eat!"

"Good," Tommy snickers, "Glad to know I did some damage." 

Wilbur rolls his eyes, "But you're here so it was worth it." He then looks into the cup, brows furrowing. His crimson red eyes cloud over, something dangerous swirling in them. Wilbur's grip on the cup tightens, "And we're going to make sure you stay."

"Calm down Wilbur your creeping the poor boy out!"

Tommy turns to see Philza, who was carrying a plate of food. He sets it down in front of Tommy whose mouth immediately waters when the smell hits his nose. He doesn't show it though, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing he likes it.

Sat atop the plate are pancakes, scrambled eggs, and some bacon. Its simple, but in all honesty he never really had a complete breakfast. They had to cut money on food most of the time.

He pokes the food with his fork for a bit before eating some of the eggs. His eyes widened, this shit was good. He clears his throat, "Didn't know bloodsuckers knew how to cook."

Philza laughs, "Still feisty eh? Well, we were human once, of course we know how to cook. And mate you do realize you're a so called 'bloodsucker' now."

Tommy grits his teeth, "Not willingly."

"Makes no difference."

"Oh fuck off!"

Wilbur sniggers, "Just finish your food gremlin."

Tommy sticks his tongue out a Wilbur before digging into the food again.

He'll play for now.

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"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Philza shoves the bowl in his face. "Yes."

Tommy stares at the thick red liquid. It made him nauseous, "Hell to the fuck no."

It was finally the time Tommy would have his first feeding. It was a shock, really. He cried the day he vomited up his food.

He was caught by Technoblade, who grabbed him from behind when he saw him, practically dragging through the halls as he wailed and thrashed about.

He had gotten to know the man during the days he was kept prisoner here. He still needed to play the role they wanted before he could escape after all, with a little twist of course. And quite frankly, it seemed the man tolerated him. Though, Tommy did see the same fondness he saw with both Philza and Wilbur.

Philzas voice snapped him back to reality.

"Come on mate its not like it's someone elses blood. I know you don't want to do this the hard way." His eyes held an silent promise Tommy knew he shouldn't test. Behind the kind facade Tommy knew a monster lurked underneath.

But Tommy being Tommy, he slapped the bowl out of Philzas hands. The blood splashed onto Philza's clothes and seeped into the expensive fabric, forever ruining it.

"That wasn't very nice of you now was it?" Philza sighs, "Guess I gotta get my hands a little dirty." Tommy frowns, 'what?' He thinks. "How about this, for everytime you refuse to feed, a civilian gets cut down?"

Tommy freezes.

"No, no, no, you're joking right?" Tommy nervously laughs, "Come on Phil, I know your lying."

"Does it look like i'm lying Tommy?" Philza raises his arm, and with his one of his nails, begins drawing a line through his flesh. Blood begins to slowly seep out of the wound. He crouches back down and grabs Tommy's chin with his other hand. Philza then shoves his bleeding arm into Tommy's mouth. "If you know what's good for those people, drink."

Tommy scowls and reluctantly begins to drink from Philza's arm. The moment the blood seeps onto his tongue he's pulled into pure bliss. The taste is like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Before he knew it, he'd fully sunk his newly developed fangs into Philza's arm, greedily sucking as much as he possibly could.

He didn't get his fill though as Philza pushed his head away. "Chill mate, your gonna suck me dry!"

Tommy whined, "More." He attempted to snatch Philza's arm back but failed as the older pulled him into his lap.

Philza scoffed, "What happened to not wanting to feed? Jeez, I had to threaten you and everything." It didn't seem to register in the boys mind as he tried to get another bite of his arm. Philza made an 'o' shape with his mouth "Guess your one of those huh?" He sighs, "Were gonna have to train that out of you. You're a problem child aren't yo-" Tommy's fangs graze his shoulder. Philza restricts him more securely, "Hey! Quit it! Hopefully it goes away before we have to."

Tommy just whines and attempts to get out of his arms before giving up.

"Azzhoe..." Tommy slurs before leaning back and relaxing in Philza's hold.

Snickering is heard from the other side of the door. "Come out, I know you're there you little shits."

Both Techno and Wilbur emerge from the door. "Hug party?" Wilbur suggests.

"Do I have to participate?" Technoblade says. Wilbur turns to Techno looking offended. Before Wilbur could open his mouth Philza interrupts.

"Hell yeah you do now come here!"

Technoblade groans, "Phil your covered in blood, that's gross."

Wilbur rolls his eyes, "Says the one who comes out of every fight covered in blood. Fuck, we drink the stuff!" Technoblade huffs in defeat.

"Alright," he says, "I'll do it."

They all huddle together with Tommy in the middle, who snarls at the change before melting right back in.

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Yeah I have nothing to say.

To anyone who reads this far, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and wherever you are, have a nice day/night!