blood lust. || ranpoe , vampire poe

Chapter 8 :: The Moon is Beautiful Tonight, Isn't it?

tw :: mentions of self harm

Ranpo carefully unlocked the front door of Poe's house, careful not to make Poe's head slip off his shoulder. The poor man was exhausted.

The door unlocked, and Ranpo kicked it with his foot, opening the door. He walked in and found the living room, laying Poe onto the sofa carefully. The ravenette clung onto Ranpo's tie, making him jolt forward as he tried to stand up.

"Stay." he muttered, just loud enough so that Ranpo could hear him. The detective blushed furiously in response.

"No," Ranpo replied, holding Poe's hand and attempting to pull him up. "You need to take a shower, trust me, you'll thank yourself in the morning" He continued with smile.

Poe groaned in response to this refusal, and turned over.

"If you give me a kiss, I will take a shower." He mumbled into the sofa.

Ranpo choked out a reply. "What?"

"You heard me~~" Poe repeated in a sing-song tone, making Ranpo scoff and roll his eyes.

Ranpo said nothing, but leaned over, and rolled Poe around. He stared at him for a split second, admiring him, and then leaned in to kiss him. He could feel Poe's fangs brushing against his lips.

Suddenly, Poe took Ranpo's bottom lip, and bit it softly making him gasp, and quickly pull away.

He crossed his arms, and pouted.

"Come on then, you got your kiss, now get up and shower." Ranpo continued to nag him.

Karl suddenly ran into the room and jumped onto Ranpo and climbed onto his shoulder, wrapping his tail around his arm. He purred softly and nuzzled into the brunette's hair.

"See?" Ranpo teased. "Even Karl agrees with me" He continued.

"Oh, who's a good boy?" Ranpo whispered, ruffling Karl's fluff. This statement alone made Poe full of anger. Why didn't he get this kind of treatment?

At this simple action, he stood up abruptly, and walked out the door, flipping off Karl as he did so.

Ranpo wiped the look of shock off his face with a giggle. He picked up Karl, and tickled his nose, still laughing. "He gets jealous so easily." he whispered, smiling.

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Poe stood fully naked in front of the mirror in his bathroom. He looked at his arms and tears welled in his eyes. Hundreds of precise, but in-dignifying cuts covering them. He quickly stared at the ceiling to prevent the flow of tears.

They had mostly healed by now, but some were still red and irate, making it hard for him to show them in public. Even still, a sensitive subject for him.

He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head, and tried to step into the shower. He slipped briefly, but regained balance, and stepped into the shower again.

He stood swaying in the shower letting the water run all over him. Again, thoughts reeled in his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut, not allowing any tears to fall. He couldn't. His rival was outside waiting for him, for God's sake.

He regained balance, and finished his shower swiftly.

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Ranpo lay on Poe's bed, cuddling Karl and a long pillow, scrolling on his phone. He'd picked out some of Poe's extra pajamas and had already taken his hair down. The pajamas were super high quality, silky and soft. He had about 4 pairs in the drawer. He just hoped these weren't the pair Poe was currently wearing.

Poe walked out of the bathroom, hair damp and his own pajamas half way on.

Ranpo looked up at the ravenette, but then caught a glimpse of his stomach, blushed, and looked away. Ugh, why does he have to look so good???

Poe climbed onto the bed, and Ranpo moved to the side a little, making Karl growl quietly in discomfort. "There, there." Ranpo whispered into the raccoon's fur.

The writer threw his head back onto the pillow behind him and groaned, which earned a flustered look from the detective next to him. His head was reeling, not just from the alcohol. The feeling of Ranpo's lips still lingered on his own.

He moved a finger to his lips and began stroking them with his knuckle. Poe then sighed, and lifted a hand to his hair to push it back. Suddenly, a sharp wave of pain hit his forehead again. He lunged forward, startling the man beside him, and made a noise similar to a low growl.

"Poe! God, are you alright??" Ranpo questioned immediately, shuffling forward to pat his back. There was a look of genuine concern depicted on his face. Worry built up in his chest as hard pumps from his heart.

Poe collapsed onto the bed, falling on his back, making the detective move his hand back. "Uhhm, sorry for scaring you so much, dear." he slurred, waving a delirious hand in front of his face.

Ranpo's face instantly flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe the writer was really saying all this, after all, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.

He looked down at Poe and smiled, despite the anxious feeling in his stomach.

"Really, it's no trouble at all." the man mumbled to himself, turning away to get off the bed. "I'll go get you some water." he whispered again, barely audible to the other man on the bed.

Poe looked up at the ceiling, his tongue flicking over one of his fangs. Oh, how he wished to tell the best detective in the world how he felt. He decided it would be best to do it when he wasn't delusional and overtired.

He rolled over and grabbed a corner of the duvet, shuffled himself over, and pulled the cover over him. Poe then turned over to face the window near his bed. Not even a few minutes later, the world was flickering in and out of focus with every blink.

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Ranpo returned to Poe's bedroom, holding a glass of water and a singular tablet of aspirin. He walked slowly to the bed, being careful not to spill any water from the cup, and placed it on the nightstand near Poe's head.

Ranpo then gently pushed the writers legs out of the way to make a space on the bed, earning a small snore of discomfort, and sat next to him.

He stared at the scene outside the window. A full moon, clear sky, and every single star you could possibly see visible.

Ranpo lifted his arm, and rested his head in it. Karl ran swiftly into the room, and lay down next to the detective's feet, nuzzling into his legs.

Ranpo let out a small giggle, and sighed, looking at the sleeping man beside him

"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

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writers note :: IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR AGES!!! i logged out of my account for school and only just got back into writing 😞😞