Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Vampirism part THREE

Scott woke up without any recollection of going to sleep. He felt fragile though, like waking up in the morning and realizing you have a cold. His muscles were weak and his chest ached as though his heart was pounding too fast. He didn't want to move. He was curled in a fetal position on his side and he was warm. There was something pressed behind him and he froze, his vision darkened for a second as his heart dropped. He went to turn his head but found he didn't have the strength to, so he lay there, weak and helpless.

"Mm... good morning." A sleep ruffled voice murmured from behind him. Afton. His blood chilled and he wanted to run, but two large arms were wrapped around his midsection, holding his skinny hips against him. Scott went to say something, but his stomach clenched and a horrible pain wracked his body.

"Agh!" He cried, gritting his teeth against the nausea that swelled in him.

"It's okay, shh, sh, shhh, it's okay." Afton whispered gently, releasing one of his hands from Scott's midsection. Scott started panting, the pain growing worse. He was fucking starving. "Shh, here. It's okay." Afton murmured and suddenly a sweet aroma filled the air around Scott. His mouth salivated as if on command and his breathing deepened as he tried to inhale as much as the scent as possible. Scott rolled himself over and looked at Afton. God he looked good. It was impossible to tell how old he was, his features were beautiful, but age was apparent in them. His hair was full and black, but the hair at his temples was graying. He was young and old all at the same time and Scott felt his heart beat faster. It felt like a high school crush. This man was beautiful.

Something prodded against his slightly parted lips, and he registered it as Afton's wrist, blood oozing from the open vein like honey. His conscience was repulsed at first, and he wanted to pull away, but before he knew it, his tongue had licked up some of the blood. His vision cleared, and his stomach growled. He grasped the back of Afton's hand and pulled it to his face, sucking his wrist. He had never tasted anything sweeter.

He moaned, closing his eyes. He wrapped his legs around Afton's, grinding softly as he drank more. "Ughh." He groaned, pulling away for a moment to pant, lapping at Afton's wrist like a dog. He went to suck down more, but Afton pulled his arms away.

"Give it back!" Scott cried, angrily. He reached out with desperate attempts to grab his arm again, but they all ended in failure.

"I'll give you something better, Scotty. Come here." Afton growled, rolling onto his back and patting his hips. Scott looked down and then back to Afton, and then down again. He bit his lip, absent mindedly palming his crotch as he considered. "Go on, you want more, right?" Scott whined and then crawled on top of Afton, their hips pressing flush together, causing a rabid blush to tint Scott's cheeks. Afton swept his hair off his forehead and then craned his head back to expose the marble white skin of his neck. "Help yourself. I promise you, it's wonderful."

Scott stared before stooping down, grinding his bulge down and pinning it beneath him. He pressed his nose against Afton's neck, inhaling deeply. "Ohhmmm..." He hummed. "How am I supposed to..." He whined in surrender.

"Bite it." Afton laughed as he bounced his hips up against Scott. Scott felt a shift in his mouth and he bit down, feeling skin break beneath his teeth and then, like a fountain, the liquid rushed into his mouth. He moaned loudly wrapping himself around Afton, pressing his whole body down. He drank with ravenous enthusiasm, a hand tugging at Afton's hair, trying to get him to expose more skin.

Afton moaned, perfectly happy with being used like this. "Good! Ohhh, good boy, you're doing wonderfully!" Scott pulled away, panting. It took Afton a moment to realize that Scott had climaxed somewhere in the flurry of blood lust. "You all done?" Afton asked, looking at Scott, who's face was flushed and covered in blood. He nodded, hands braced on Afton's chest. "Was it everything you wanted it to be?" Afton asked him, smearing the blood across his cheek with his thumb. He was faintly aware of the sun beginning to shine through the cracks in the poorly sealed curtains.

"Mhm..." Scott mumbled. He flopped to the side and onto the bed, his body was warm and he was still breathless.

"Oh we're going to have so much fun together, my ravenous little doll. So much fun" Afton growled, petting Scott's hair.