Sam and max stories

A bloody good time

"So Sam, it seems that your wrist has several small wounds on it." Sybil said, looking up from her clipboard. "Mind explaining how this happened?" Sam, sitting on her couch, nodded. "Of course." he clears his throat. "What happened was, me and Max had been chasing a criminal through central park, when I tripped over a big vine," he puts his hand under his chin. "Or it might have been a tree root, I didn't get a good look at it." He then swats the air. "Doesn't matter. Anyways, the point is, I tripped over something and fell wrist first into a piranha infested river." he says, then points to his bandaged wrists. "You can see the result." Sybil winces. "Oh dear, I know how that must feel...I was an Amazonian explorer for a while, and I know piranhas are no peaches." she writes on her clipboard. "Well Sam, keep it clean, change the bandages, and it should heal up in no time." Sam nods, smiling and getting up. "Thanks for the advice Sybil." she smiles back. "Anytime sam."

When Sam got back to the office, it was still dark out, and there appeared to be no sign of max. "Probably still out feeding..." he says, taking off his coat and hat and hanging them up, then going to sit on the sofa and watch tv. Nothing good tonight, just a mindless horror movie, but, hey, better than nothing.

About a half hour later, a shadowy figure climbs through the window. Sam watches as the figure falls on the floor with an "oof!" Sam smiles. "Hey, there you are, little buddy," he says. Max stands up. "Hey sam.." he said weakly. He looks tired, walking over to the sofa, flopping down on it. "Rough night?" Sam asks, patting his head. Max sighs and nods. "You bet, couldn't even get a wine glass full..." Sam sighs. "Guess I'll have to feed you again?" Max looks at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry..." Sam smiles. "Don't worry about it bud..." he sits up. Max moves closer as Sam unwraps the bandages from his wrist and lets Max take it. He winces as Max bites into his wrist again and begins drinking.

He keeps letting him feed for a one or two minutes until he starts feeling weary himself. "O-okay, that's enough, buddy..." Max nods, pulling back and licking up the last few drops of blood, then wiping his mouth with a tissue. Sam meanwhile gets some peroxide and cleans the small wounds before rebandaging his wrist. Once he does, he looks at Max, who smiles gently and pats his own leg. Sam smiles and lies his head down in Max's lap. Sam sighs happily as Max pets his ears gently. "I'm sorry you have to keep feeding me..." Max says. Sam looks up at him. "Doll, it's okay, really!" he smiled. "It's what I live for, remember?" Max nods. "Yeah, but still..." Sam sits up to kiss him gently. Max melts into it, holding Sam by the jaw bones. The two kiss for a little bit. Once Sam pulls back, he looks into Max's eyes. "Max, I'm eternally yours.." Max smiles. "And so am I, Sammy, so am I."