Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Siphos (NSFW)

TW: Vampire!Sips, Smuut

Title: ~A Case Of You~

You are in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

It was the same every time. They said the same lines, fought the same fight but in the end, they would always end up in that godforsaken room with those godforsaken iron chains, afraid of the way fear rested on their shoulders but unable to stop whatever it was that kept pushing them forward into moments like these.

Because despite his dire attempts to convince himself that he was just doing this for Sips, to keep a friend alive, they both knew that in some sinister way, it was just the same the other way around.

I'm frightened by the devil

And I'm drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid

“You know, Silkshirt,” Sips said with a spiteful grin on his face, “one day, you’re might not even live to regret this. That’ll be something, huh?”

“Shut up,” Xephos replied, his back turned to the pale man that he knew was eyeing him up as he was taking off his shirt with as much dignity as he could muster. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush.”

Always the same fight, the same useless bantering that would cease the moment he turned around and looked the other man in the eye. Always the same ritual that they clung to, an excuse they held on to because everything was better than sitting down and talking about what they were doing.

Xephos ran a hand through his messy hair and took a deep breath, trying to ready himself as he always did. The lab room was quiet save for the other man’s breathing, silent and unmoving as he waited for Xephos to turn around.

When he did, he had to stop himself from taking a step back. Another thing that never changed. He had always thought that stuff like piercing glances that glued you to the spot and hitched breaths in clenched throats were silly, stupid tropes for people who couldn’t look at the world in a scientific manner. How strange a turn his life had taken, how these things had become something he had started looking forward to before he even noticed the change himself.

Sips was already bound to the wall, his hands in iron manacles that were rusty but never failed their job. They were quiet now, with the man they bound standing still as a statue, but Xephos knew their rattling sound would soon drown out the rushing of his own blood in his ears. The manacles were tight, to the point where it would have been uncomfortable for anyone but him, any other time but now. His feet were bound as well; at one point they had decided that it would be for the best to keep Sips as secure as possible and it had become part of the process. The metal would keep their secrets, anyway.

Xephos swallowed and looked up slowly, dragging his gaze it over the pale man’s chest and neck and finally to his eyes. He already knew it was no use to try and stop the shiver so eager to run its icy fingers down his spine. Sips’ pupils were blown wide already, a promise of things to come; so different from his own blue eyes that glowed in the dark when he could no longer keep his feelings contained. Sips eyes only glowed red sometimes, the warning of a point of no return hastily making its way towards them at a pace they could barely keep up with. Usually, the darkness drowned him before it got that far. That was probably for the best.

The moment stretched out before them as it always did, neither man saying or doing anything in fear of a spell being broken, a thrill wasting away before either of them could catch it. Sips did not move a muscle but Xephos had grown accustomed to the other man’s body, could see the invisible tremors running through him as he tried so hard to contain himself. They had a long night ahead of them, as always. Despite the obvious tension, Sips managed an approximation of his usual sneer as he eyed Xephos up.