Forever Alone... Or Not

Chapter 29

After the pain of the initial puncture, all Michael felt was euphoria. Despite the consistently uncomfortable sting at his neck, his mind was foggy with pleasure. His sight was foggy, and his jaw went slack making his mouth hang open.

Michael was contemplating how and why he was feeling such a way. Having your blood sucked should be extremely uncomfortable, painful too probably. But somehow in his haze, he remembered Sariha talking about this. Some vampires, while feeding, can make the recipient feel pleasure. Apparently, it was some kind of pheromone that was injected by the vampire's fangs. Like a venom of sorts.

Nicco growled, despite his mouth being full. Not like his parents were keen on manners or anything. Especially while sucking down someone's literal life source.

"Jesus." The word slipped from Michael's lips. The man pulled at Nicco's golden locks.

A chest-bouncing huff escaped the vampire. His mouth was no longer overflowing with blood. With a wince from Michael, Nicco removed his fangs from the other's neck.

"I'm not Jesus, but thanks for the comparison." He laughed. Michael was taken aback. The man that has been in prison for weeks, sick and starving, nearly dead - was laughing. Literally fucking laughing. Fucking joking. Fucking laughing and joking. Like he wasn't almost dead moments ago. Nicco lifted his head from Michael's neck, smiling bright, ear to ear. Michael, despite not being the one that was just sucking down a drink, was out of breath.

"God, are you ever serious?" Michael voiced, words laced with annoyance. But, as he looked at Nicco smiling he couldn't help reveal his own little smirk. His hands moved from Nicco's neck to his cheeks, now fuller and red with health. "You were basically dead a second ago, and now you're joking." Michael's head shook in a silent 'no'. He pulled Nicco in, so their foreheads pressed together. It was this touch that caused both boys to release a sigh of relief.

"I have nothing to worry about now that you're here." Nicco whispered sweetly. "Thank you."

Michael responded with a smirk and pressed a smooch to Nicco's forehead with a quick 'you're welcome'. Nicco was about to lean in for a real kiss when Sariha spoke up and interrupted their moment.

"Alright, alright." She waved her hand in front of her face. The smell of Michael's blood was still incredibly pungent. Pungent and distracting, very, very distracting. She pulled the hanky from her pocket, holding it out away from her, not even looking in Michael's general vicinity. "Here, cover that shit up, I can't even think right now."

"Ru-"

"Oh my God, you're a vampire!" Nicco yelled.

"Yeah well, I kinda had to be, to represent your dumb ass. Speaking of which you owe me." She pointed out. "Actually, speaking of which, that's why we're here."

"Represent? You're not fighting the council on this, are you?" Nicco asked. Worry was evident on his face. On Michaels and Sarihas though, there was his answer. A guilty one at that. "You gotta be kidding me. Michael, come on."

"I wasn't going to leave you here Nicco. No matter how much of a dick you are." Michael gave a light kiss to Nicco's forehead before walking over and grabbing the hanky. "Also, it's kinda nice making an ass of your mom and dad." He joked.

"Well, I mean, that is a pretty good reason." Nicco mused.

"Yeah well, they're assholes, and now they're claiming that they turned you because you were sick and going to die."

"Of course, pulling out the fatal illness card, classic."

"But, and I mean but! The congress of assholes have agreed to, well it's basically a plea deal. If you agree to end this right now you wouldn't be executed, instead you'd serve 150 years in a prison of some sorts."