zen snorted.
"i was never really mad about that. plus, bell kicks both of our asses in the popularity department, so i never could be mad in the first place."
"you're damn right i do!" isaac sat up straighter, finally taking all of his weight off of zen.
zen sighed, exasperated. "he's a model, and a bit of a stuck up snob about it!" he poked isaac in the side as he said this, and isaac pushed his hand away.
"but yeah, bells is a model. met a good few girlfriends through him, since he's the face of alternative clothing."
He shrugged. "Not surprised." He said while fidgeted with his fingers to distract himself from his hunger. It was getting more intense every second.
"awh, are you calling me cute, bloodsucker?"
"bells! for all you know, that's a fucking slur."
"uh huh. he's a vampire. if he's coming up on me for my plasma, i can call him whatever i want to."
zen rolled his eyes, leaning farther into the bookcase supporting him. isaac looked at him to raise an eyebrow, and then looked back to vicente.
"Bold of you to assume i'd want to take a sip out of you," Vicente leaned against the back of the sofa with a smirk. "Though, that depends on your blood type."
"i'm O-, if that sweetens the pot for you. or sours it, it could go either way." he shrugged, looking rather nonchalant about the whole situation.
zen looked incredulously at him, but said nothing.
His stomach rumbled, his mouth pooled with saliva.
O-.
This boy wasn't just something for him to snack on, no, he was a whole meal– a good one at that. "Well, i'll be damned," Vicente unlatched himself from the back of the sofa and rested his elbows on his knees.
"someone's interested, no?" isaac purred, noticing his change in position.
zen wide-eyed him, brows furrowed in a desperate BITCH WHAT THE FUCK expression.
( d e a d )
"You could say that," Vicente licked his lips, his eyes glued on the other's slender neck. The image of him sinking his teeth into his flavorful artery, letting the warm blood coat his tongue and glide down his throat was enough to drive him wild.
(so is zen LMAO)
"alllllllllllllllllright, since you seem to be working your vampire voodoo, we're going to cut that off there. bells has never expressed the desire to donate blood, so there's something wrong here."
zen threw an arm around isaac, who leaned into the touch. isaac may have reciprocated the one-armed hug, but he threw a slightly annoyed glance towards zen.
"i assure you i am under no voodoo, but who am i to say?"
(XD)
He felt a pang of jealousy upon seeing the two so close. Vicente stood up and narrowed his eyes on him. "Who are you to say that this conversation is over?" His voice sounded more flat then usual, something that was common when he was hungry. He looked at Bell. "Maybe we could finish this at my place, yeah?"
isaac looked at vicente for a moment, and then leaned into zen to murmur to him. "no worries, i can handle myself. i'm a crazy bitch, if he tries to bite me before i say he can i'll bite him right the fuck back"
he straightened, and gave vicente a dark smile.
"i had a different place in mind. i don't want to lose my virginity in a vampire den."
He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Oh? What place do you have in mind then?"
"if zen doesn't mind, my own. or i know a place that'd be less comfortable but more secluded. take your pick, bloodsucker, school dorm or abandoned warehouse?"
isaac had a feeling of what vicente would choose, and was preparing for the dash to him dorm to grab padding for his spine. this oughta be fun.
"A dorm room doesn't sound too bad," Nor suspicious. Hopefully he could make it until then without ripping out the throat of some poor human to subdue his hunger.
Vicente could practically taste him.
isaac raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, but nodded. zen looked sullen.
"i might as well get some studying done while you two are disturbing every other kid who's skipping class. see ya." he unwrapped himself from isaac, standing to go to a table.
isaac stood and crossed to be a few inches away from vicente.
"you ready?"
He nodded and held an hand out, hoping he would hold it. "Lead the way." His stomach rumbled once more.
isaac hooked an arm around vicente's and gently pulled him along until he reached their dorm. he unlocked it quickly and let vicente inside, shutting the door after them and crossing his arms.
"so, are you trying to hook up or get at my blood?"
"Hmm… let's see…" His fang snapped out forcefully, the corners of his lips curling into a wide grin. "Why not both?" Vicente inched towards him, slowly, with his hands shoved into his pockets.
"that's fair. watch your step, don't kill me now. you couldn't get any sex out of me if you did, unless you're into that."
he bared his neck, leaning back slightly and bracing himself. maybe i'll be into this, who knows.
He could hear the beat of his pulse, beckoning him like a siren song. Vicente placed both of his against the wall, pinning him in case he changed his mind.
He lowered his head, brushing his nose along the curve of his neck.
"don't trap me, you hungry bitch. i won't pull away unless you decide to get handsy elsewhere." he said quietly, near-whispering into vicente's ear.
Vicente only let out a low growl in response. Not a moment longer, he sunk his teeth in, not even bothering to slow down. He swallowed the blood in large gulps, gripping the other to hold him in place as he sunk in deeper.
isaac let out a small gasp when vicente bit, jerking forward. once the initial reaction was over, he pressed himself back against the wall.
well this is fucking strange.
He could drain him right then and there, but as his hunger subsided, there wasn't a need to. Vicente pulled away a bit, with only the tip of his fangs still buried within his skin, and began sucking his neck relentlessly.
A method to prevent him from Turning. He pulled away from him, panting, loosening the grip on Bell's arms. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to lick the excess blood off his chin.
isaac leaned back against the wall and put a hand against the bite. he winced a bit, but shook it off quickly to raise an eyebrow at vicente.
"need a napkin, sweetheart?"
