blood lust. || ranpoe , vampire poe

Chapter 4 :: Hunger

This evening had been an absolute mess. First, Poe gets bit by a vampire. And now he's forced to stay home, even though he hasn't had any major symptoms.

Poe sat half-asleep at his desk. Some half written books lay open in front of him, and a lot of papers lay scattered on the desk. A small, black candle was lit and Karl snored quietly in Poe's bed.

I'm so tired. But I can't just leave these like this. Oh, and I have to make dinner i'm starving.

Poe placed his hand on his forehead and gasped. He was burning up, and he hadn't even realized.

I've never been this warm, even when I had that virus. This is concerning, but I can't bother Miss Yosano over a fever.

He placed his hands on the desk and pulled himself up. Suddenly, he had this nauseating feeling in his stomach, and the world began to spin. He stood there, swaying in one spot for a few moments, before he regained his balance. 

Gosh, i'm so dizzy. To be honest, it's probably because I haven't eaten since lunch.

It was well past 10pm at this point, and Poe's body was begging him to go to sleep, but he couldn't leave everything.

While he stood at his desk, a knock was heard from the door. Poe didn't have many visitors, so he stood there pondering.

Who on Earth is here at this hour?

He forced himself to go answer the door.

When he opened the door, a very unexpected face appeared.

"Ranpo?! What the hell are you doing here at this hour?" Poe slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he had just said. The fever he had made him unnecessarily moody. "Excuse me for my language."

"No, no! It's fine, I know how moody you get when your sick," the detective paused and smiled for a moment. Poe's heart felt like it was being squeezed. "But the better question is, why the hell are you still awake? Yosano said you should get lots of rest, and this doesn't look like you're getting lots of rest." 

The change in tone silenced Poe. 

The ravenette stood, swaying in the hallway, trying to think of an answer.

The world began to spin again, his eyelids felt heavy and what he wanted more than anything was to just fall asleep, right there, right then.

Suddenly, Poe fell forward. Ranpo caught him and sighed.

"I told you, you need to rest."

That was the only thing Poe heard before he fell asleep.

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Poe awoke to the smell of frying meat. He sat upright quickly, too quickly, that he started to feel dizzy again. 

He lay back down and groaned. He picked up his phone to check the time.

Only 12pm? God, that nap felt like 10 hours let alone 2.

"Poe, are you awake?" Ranpo called from the kitchen. He guessed the detective must've heard his moaning. "Hold on - stay there - i'll come soon okay?" he continued.

Poe tried to close his eyes, but they stung horribly.

Ranpo came in just a few minutes later, with a plate of fried pork belly. Poe's stomach rumbled, as if it was a paid actor.

"Awwh, someone is hungry!" Ranpo teased. He placed the plate on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

Poe sat up, and grabbed the dish. He took the chopsticks and placed one piece of pork belly in his mouth. "Mmm, this is delicious, Ranpo." Ranpo's cheeks flushed, and he turned away hiding his face with his hand. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" Poe continued.

"Oh, uhm, Kunikida taught me, really though, it's nothing special." Ranpo mumbled. He began to bite his fingernails in embarrassment.

Poe stared at his hands. There was a bloody bandage on one of Ranpo's fingers.

Bite.

What? Why am I -

Bite. Suck. Blood.

No I can't.

 Poe started salivating. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth and felt fangs.

Fangs? What the hell, I'm turning into a vampire!

Poe suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Ranpo's hand.

"What the hell?! Poe, are you alright?" Ranpo yelled. Poe kept a firm grip on Ranpo's hand.

Bite. Now.

Poe began to hastily unwrap the soiled bandage. Ranpo sat, staring and unresponsive, unsure of what to do. He tried to pull his hand back, but Poe pulled harder and looked up at Ranpo. His eyes had turned crimson.

"Poe, actually, what the hell?" Ranpo screamed and struggled.

Suddenly, Poe placed Ranpo's bleeding fingers into his mouth. His fingers brushed against his fangs and the feeling made Ranpo shiver. Poe sucked on his fingers, trying to get all the blood off them. Ranpo moaned unexpectedly, and covered his mouth with his free hand. 

Poe kept sucking, as to the vampire's demand.

Suck. All blood, gone.

He kept sucking and sucking, and Ranpo kept on holding back moans. 

Suddenly, Poe was in full control of his body again. He pulled Ranpo's fingers out of his mouth hastily, brushing against his retracting fangs. 

The feeling made Ranpo moan again, but this time louder. Poe's face flushed. Poe quickly covered his face with his hands, and Ranpo did the same.

"Ranpo - I - uhm, I don't know what came over me, i'm so utterly sorry - I -" Poe was cut off by another rambling voice.

"Poe, it's okay. We can just tell Yosano tomorrow and say this is a symptom." Ranpo quietly mumbled.

"Of course." Poe answered. Neither of them wanted to admit that this was probably some kink they had.

"Wait, did you take your medication yet?" Ranpo asked. Poe shook his head. "I'll go get it for you then." He continued, getting up off the bed. 

As soon as he left the room, Poe sighed heavily. 

What the hell is wrong with me?

He sat waiting patiently for his medicine.

God, I hope he doesn't find out I actually enjoyed that.

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