Smother the Flame in Your Heart // Danny x Sam

Part XIV

Word Count: ~3500

Warnings: vampire stuff, you know how it is;)

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"I really don't know how else to explain this to you," Sam said to Josh. They had been sitting outside in the same patio chairs that Jake and Danny had been sitting in on the night of their birthday celebration, and Sam was completely exhausted. He missed Danny desperately. But he also felt perhaps just as much red-hot rage and betrayal so strong that it blew through him like a tornado.

"Samuel, just saying something is something doesn't make it true," Josh countered, small enough to lift his legs up and cross them in the chair. "Just saying Danny is a vampire isn't going to make me believe it."

Sam groaned, tipping his head back to look at the blazing sunset for a few seconds instead of his brother's disbelieving face. He actually hadn't expected Josh to be such a hard sell–Josh loved mythology as much, if not more, than his twin, and was always full of whimsy, always creating stories and lore of his own.

"I told you, Josh," Sam whined, snatching the pack of cigarettes that was sitting idly between them. He'd never smoked so much in his life apart from the past four days. "The hickies, Danny avoiding you–that's stuff you saw firsthand. I've felt his fangs in me, I get to see them all the time. Those are real. He drinks blood for fuck's sake, and he has to drink it to stay alive."

"And you're okay with that?"

"What, like I'm gonna take a moral stance against a fucking hot as fuck vampire who actually doesn't kill people?" Sam snorted with a cigarette in one hand and the lighter in the other. "Yeah, right."

"Okay, that's fair," Josh said, taking the pack back for his own indulgence. "I'm just trying to wrap my head around it, that's all. How have I been alive for this long and not known vampires are real?"

"Danny always stresses that it's not glamorous," Sam supplied, and saying his name again had his heart turning wistful and sore. "Like I said before, he refers to it as a disease. He's been infected and it's just something he has to deal with, but he doesn't wanna hurt anyone. I'm sure he's not alone in trying to be stealth."

"Does he hurt you?"

Sam shook his head while he took a drag. "Fuck no. I fucking love it."

Josh snorted. "I should have known. You've never once looked...hm. Turned off by him, I suppose I could say."

Sam's cheeks flushed. "TMI, Josh. Sorry."

Josh gave a wave of his hand. "Nah, fuck it. He's hot, Sammy. Anyone can see that."

Sam narrowed his eyes behind the smoke and stared at his brother. "Shut the fuck up. Don't get any ideas. Jake's bad enough for–" He stopped, fingers going limp as they held the cigarette, not sure what he was even accusing Jake of.

"Bad enough for what? You don't think they've fucked around, do you?"

The incredibly brief blip of that image sent Sam's heart into a wild frenzy, his mind reeling, the smoke in his lungs acrid. "No, I know they haven't. Danny would never. He said he just wants to be friends."

"Also fair."

Sam sighed, physically too exhausted to get worked up into his own frenzy. "So, since Danny got 'infected' or however you want to say it, he's isolated himself. He'd go out to feed, y'know, because he had to, and he has his job and his family. But that was it." He took another drag, not entirely ignoring how his hand was shaking a bit. "He didn't know how to tell anyone. Like, of course no one would believe him, right? You don't." At that, Josh shook his head, but Sam went on: "And then we found each other and it's been great. And maybe I'm being selfish because, fuck it, yeah, a part of me wants all of Danny all to myself all the time. But I know he deserves friends and he and Jake get along really well, but–shit. Why'd they have to fucking lie to me, Josh?"