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— Dude, you literally look awful, and you smell awful too.
Multi let out a loud sigh, really loud, the kind that dragged from deep inside his chest and seemed heavy enough to collapse under its own weight. Quackity immediately started fanning air toward his face with one hand, one of the small wings on his head twitching along with the movement while his other hand stayed firmly against the back of Multi's head, keeping him from slamming it against the ground again. The whole thing had happened so suddenly that Quackity still looked tense, shoulders tight, like he was expecting the taller man to randomly pass out a second time.
The plan had originally been simple enough: explore the area near the village, check the houses around the place where both Quackity and the CNE worker had experienced all that weird shit before. They had been expecting something unsettling, maybe another strange noise, another feeling of being watched, maybe something appearing where it shouldn't. Instead, the scariest thing that had happened so far was Multi collapsing out of nowhere and almost taking Quackity down with him in the process. Now they were sitting by the entrance of one of the houses far away from the others, the old wooden door pressing against Quackity's shoulder while Multi remained sprawled beside him in what could barely count as a comfortable position.
— I fainted and you are talking about that I smell bad, okay bro, I understand… — unsatisfied with his own response, Multi turned his head just enough to look at Quackity while rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand, voice still rough from waking up on the floor instead of literally anywhere else — I've been working very hard and I haven't had time for that, Jesus…
Quackity stared at him for a few seconds, unimpressed, one of the feathers on his head twitching slightly while he kept holding Multi upright to stop him from immediately falling over again. The fresh air he had been fanning toward him moments ago had done almost nothing; if anything, now that Multi was fully conscious again, he somehow looked even worse. Pale didn't even begin to describe it anymore; there was this awful gray undertone beneath his skin, like all the color had been drained out of him little by little over the past weeks and nobody had noticed until now, or maybe they had, and Multi had simply kept brushing it off with another joke and another sleepless night like he usually did.
— You sure you are fine though? — Quackity asked, eyebrows pulling together as he looked him over again, concern bleeding into every word despite the sarcasm still attached to it — You have been looking really pale, gray even, for the last couple of times I've seen you, and now you're fucking fainting often. And calling me bro, which is potentially worse than the other ones.
Multi immediately let his head fall backwards dramatically, eyes shutting again as if he had just lost consciousness for a second time. It would've been convincing too if he wasn't visibly trying not to laugh already. Quackity reacted by slapping his shoulder hard enough to make him flinch, earning a wheezy giggle out of him almost instantly.
— Ow, okay, okay…
The laugh died down quickly though, mostly because Multi knew Quackity wasn't wrong. He knew exactly why he looked like this. Stress sitting permanently inside his chest, too many breakdowns too close together, endless work shifts, supervising workers until sunrise while pretending he wasn't actively falling apart in the process. And on top of all of that, the hunger for blood, that constant ugly hunger clawing at him from somewhere deep inside his ribs.
Usually he could handle it. He had gone years teaching himself restraint, learning how to function without needing blood constantly, how to ignore the instinct until it became background noise. Most of the time feeding wasn't even necessary anymore unless he pushed himself too far. The problem was that lately everything had been too far, for the last few months the urge had been unbearable in a way he hadn't experienced in years, growing sharper and heavier every single day until sometimes he could barely focus on conversations without thinking about it.
Quackity narrowed his eyes suddenly, like a thought had finally connected in his head.
— Wait, aren't you a vampire or something? — he asked, shifting slightly closer — I have never seen you take like, blood in the few months we've been dating.
Multi grimaced immediately.
— Eh… it's usually not really necessary for me, you know?
— You fucking look gray, you literally fucking need blood right now, Mr. Need Your Blood.
Multi chose to ignore that sentence completely, looking away instead while dusting imaginary dirt off his clothes. Quackity kept staring at him, and he could physically feel the stare pressing into the side of his face.
— It's not a big deal, Quackity.
— Then feed, Multi.
The response came out so fast and so casually that Multi blinked at him for a moment, genuinely caught off guard. Quackity's expression barely changed as he said it, except now there was something stubborn sitting behind his eyes that immediately made Multi nervous.
— Absolutely not.
— Why not?
He didn't have a scientific reason to deny doing it. He just genuinely believed one taste was all he needed to get hooked on his boyfriend's blood.
— Because that's weird.
— We've literally fucked.
— Okay, yeah, but this is like… vampire weird.
Quackity rolled his eyes hard enough to make Multi snort.
— You fainted on the floor after looking even more undead for like two weeks straight and this is where you draw the line?
Multi opened his mouth, closed it again, then pointed vaguely at him as if that somehow counted as an argument.
— No, I think your blood will taste bad actually.
— Oh my god you gotta be kidding me.
— Probably awful. Terrible even.
— Multi. – Quackity didn't laugh this time. That was the problem.
The serious expression on his face settled fully now, concern stripping away most of the teasing from earlier until there was something painfully genuine left underneath. His arms remained crossed as he looked directly at Multi, waiting, patient in the way people got when they had already made up their mind, and Multi understood he wasn't going to back out of this. Quackity practically dragged Multi inside the house after that, one hand still hooked around his wrist as if he genuinely believed the other man would collapse again the second he looked away from him. Multi complained the entire time from the moment he got up on his feet, though the weakness in his voice ruined whatever dramatic effect he was trying to achieve. By the time they reached the bedroom, he was already sitting at the edge of the bed while Quackity stood in front of him, arms crossed, waiting.
— Seriously, you don't have to make this a whole thing — Multi muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before gesturing vaguely toward him — Just… pull the fabric to the side is enough as long as there's skin showing.
And obviously Quackity ignored him completely. The sound of clasps undoing made Multi look up just in time to see Quackity tugging his overalls down his hips with zero hesitation, movements blunt and almost annoyed, like he couldn't believe they were even arguing about this in the first place. His sweater followed right after, tossed somewhere across the room carelessly until he was left only in a white wife beater and the clothes hanging low around his waist.
Multi stared immediately. Shamelessly.
He didn't even try pretending otherwise as his eyes dragged slowly across Quackity's body, over every visible scar, every faded mark, every mole scattered over skin. There was something hypnotizing about it now that he could actually look properly at it once more, something warm settling in his chest despite the hunger still clawing violently at him as he observed Quackity sitting down on the bed in just his underwear, before he sat down beside him on the bed, close enough for their thighs to press together slightly. Multi swallowed hard after that.
The smell hit him almost immediately: warm skin, sweat, blood beneath it all. His mouth watered embarrassingly fast. Multi leaned in slowly, giving Quackity enough time to pull away if he wanted to, but instead the hybrid tilted his head to the side without hesitation, exposing more of his neck while watching him carefully. Multi's hands twitched against the mattress before finally settling against Quackity's waist, grounding himself there for a second longer.
Then he bit him, and Quackity moaned immediately. The sound tore straight through Multi's brain, only allowing himself to take some of the blood in before he pulled back too fast, blood already dripping from his lips while his eyes widened almost comically, adrenaline slamming into him all at once alongside immediate panic.
— Shit, did I hurt you?
Quackity blinked at him, breathing uneven already. — The fuck are you stopping for? — he muttered, voice rougher now, impatient in a way that made Multi's stomach twist — Fucking go on.
Before Multi could even answer, Quackity grabbed him by the front of his lab coat and yanked him forward again until they were almost nose to nose. Their breathing mixed together in the small space between them while Quackity stared directly into his eyes, stubborn and unwavering. Multi felt heat flood his face instantly, it was almost embarrassing how fast color returned to his cheeks, how human he suddenly looked just from that expression directed at him. His brain felt completely scrambled under Quackity's gaze, every coherent thought dissolving somewhere between hunger and want, so he obeyed without questioning it, because whatever Quackity said while looking at him like that immediately became law for him.
Multi kissed the side of his neck first before biting down again, slower this time, savoring the way Quackity shuddered beneath him. Somewhere during it all they ended up moving further onto the bed, Multi pressing Quackity down against the mattress almost unconsciously until he was hovering above him completely. Quackity's hands wandered immediately, impatient fingers tugging at layers of clothing with growing frustration.
— These fucking clothes are stupid.
Multi laughed breathlessly against his skin as the lab coat got pulled off first, then his shirt, Quackity practically tearing away the clothes through the process until Multi was left in nothing except his underwear, until they mirrored each other almost perfectly in their half-undressed state. And still, Multi kept biting him, at this point he was barely even feeding anymore, just enough blood to taste it, just enough to keep his senses dizzy while he mouthed at Quackity's throat and collarbones for the sheer pleasure of hearing the sounds it pulled from him. Every whine made Multi glance up instinctively before continuing again, pupils blown wide every single time he noticed Quackity squirm beneath him because of him.
— Stop worrying so much — Quackity muttered eventually, though the sentence dissolved halfway into another shaky breath when Multi sucked at the skin below his jaw again — Fuck, Multi…
Quackity sounded so whiny in that last sentence, so much so that Multi was sure he didn't even mean to sound so desperate, but that finally snapped the last thread of restraint holding Multi together, and the next bite came harder, deeper. A broken sound escaped Quackity instantly as Multi sank his teeth into his neck again, properly this time, finally letting himself feed without holding back. Blood flooded his mouth warm and dizzying, and Multi groaned quietly against his skin at the taste of it, drinking desperately like someone starved for far too long finally being allowed to eat again. Every swallow sent another violent rush through his body, sharp enough that he barely noticed his hips starting to move against Quackity's almost unconsciously.
Quackity chased the friction immediately.
The movement pulled another muffled sound from Multi, one of his hands gripping the sheets beside Quackity's head while the other held firmly onto his waist. Their bodies kept pressing together messily, rhythm uneven and needy while Multi continued feeding from him like he couldn't stop anymore, and when he finally pulled away again, lips stained red and breathing wrecked, he barely gave himself enough time to inhale before kissing Quackity.
The duck hybrid could taste himself immediately; blood smeared across Multi's lips and tongue, metallic and warm between every messy kiss, but he didn't seem bothered by it whatsoever. If anything, his hands came up faster after that, gripping Multi's face firmly to keep him there, forcing the kiss deeper whenever Multi tried pulling back even slightly, like he was making absolutely sure Multi wasn't thinking about stopping any time soon.
Multi's hands began a slow, wandering descent across Quackity's skin, and the duck hybrid couldn't help but squirm at the immediate, sharp shock of the contact; Multi's hands were unnervingly cold. Quackity found himself momentarily lost in the sensation, unable to recall the last time he had felt Multi's bare skin against his own, devoid of the usual barrier of gloves. The chill was a stark contrast to the growing heat between them as Multi began tracing intricate, phantom circles and lines down his abdomen to take care of the last piece of clothing remaining, first Quackity's and then his own.
No instructions were even needed, Quackity was already moving with desperation, spreading his legs wide and pulling his knees toward his chest to make space for what was coming. Multi assisted him, holding him steady to align their bodies perfectly before Quackity quickly wrapped his legs around the vampire's waist. Looking up through hooded eyes, Quackity flashed a mischievous little smirk that caused Multi to roll his eyes in playful exasperation, before Multi finally surged forward, driving inside him with a roughness that caught Quackity completely off guard. The smug little expression vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden, high-pitched moan that echoed through the air, causing that corner of Multi's mouth to twitch upward into a triumphant smile.
As the rhythm established itself, the next few thrusts maintained that jarring, unyielding roughness; the room grew heavy with the rhythmic, wet sound of their bodies slamming together in tight unison. Their shared moans filled the silence between movements, yet Multi quickly stifled them both by leaning down to capture Quackity's lips in another deep kiss, driven by a sudden, selfish desire to be the only one who heard those broken sounds. The kiss only broke because they both ran desperately low on oxygen, but Multi couldn't stand being even an inch away from him. He shifted his focus downward, his mouth finding the sensitive slope of Quackity’s neck where he began to suck and bite at the skin. What started as an attempt to leave nothing but dark hickeys soon spiraled into something much more primal as temptation took hold; he began sinking his fangs deep into the side of Quackity's neck once more.
The sensation of having his blood drawn out was something entirely unexplainable, an overwhelming rush that left Quackity struggling to remain coherent. It felt far too good; it was so intense that it became nearly impossible for him to function properly while Multi continued to thrust deep inside him with such punishing precision. In a moment of sheer sensory overload, as if seeking some kind of anchor amidst the chaos of pleasure and pain, Quackity searched for Multi's gaze. He found those piercing blue-grey eyes staring back at him through the haze, eyes that looked entirely entranced in him, watching him with an intensity that made it feel as though he were the most beautiful thing in existence.
Everything began to spiral into a state of overwhelming sensory overload as Multi pulled back, his lips moving from the puncture wounds to kiss the exact spot where he had been biting just seconds before. It was a gesture intended as a form of tender care for the wound, but the sudden, soft contrast sent a wave of dizziness crashing through Quackity; perhaps the blood-sucking had been a bit too much, but he couldn't reconcile the way the scientist was being so careful with his neck against the way he was being filled to the absolute brim with every heavy, unrelenting movement. Unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the stimulation, Quackity's control finally snapped, and he hit his climax with a desperate intensity, the viscous, warm liquid spilling against his own stomach as he let out a broken, high-pitched whimper.
The sound immediately drew Multi’s attention, and seeing the effect he had on the hybrid, he felt a surge of dark amusement. He chose to capitalize on the moment, increasing the pace of his movements just enough to drive Quackity into a state of complete vulnerability. The hybrid became a mess of whines and incoherent moans, his voice trembling as he tried to hide his face behind the yellow wings tucked against the sides of his head. Through the haze of pleasure, the only words Multi could distinguish were broken, breathless pleas like 'Multi', 'fuck', and 'don't stop.'
It didn't take long for the vampire to feel his own orgasm surging toward him, and it was only in that moment of impending release that he finally slowed down, coming to a complete halt just to ensure he filled Quackity as deeply and thoroughly as possible. A low, primal growl vibrated in Multi's throat before he finally collapsed onto the bed beside his boyfriend. He had no intention of pulling out just yet; quite the opposite, he pulled Quackity flush against his chest, wrapping him in a tight, possessive hug and completely disregarding how sticky and messy their skin had become. Quackity offered no resistance, melting into the embrace and snuggling against the cool skin of the scientist.
— …I told you you needed that, princess — Quackity mumbled, his voice retaining a surprising amount of sass for someone who had just been thoroughly fucked. He felt Multi let out a soft, melodic laugh against his hair. — …and you still stink.
— Oh my god, shut the fuck up