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Owen pulled away, leaving Legundo woozy and leaning on a tree for support. The doctor reached his hand up to feel the wound at the back of his neck, blinking away the darkness at the corners of his eyes. Everything sounded... muffled. Underwater, even. There was a strangely pleasant fuzzy feeling in his stomach, and he felt as if he couldn't quite get enough air.
"...A bit woozy, maybe," Owen was saying, tongue curling around his bloody fangs and licking them clean. Legundo watched the red drain away as the vampire's throat worked.
"Mmh," he agreed. He drooped against the tree and used it to shakily guide himself to the ground.
A low chuckle reached his ears, and then there was a roughly-textured finger pressing against his chin. It lifted his jaw and tilted it this way and that. Legundo wanted to lift one of his limbs to bat it away, but they simply weren't cooperating. All he wanted to do was sleep for a century. But he didn't have that choice. Not unless he agreed to let Owen turn him, that was.
"My, you are fairly affected. I suppose I got a bit carried away."
"I trust you, Owen," the doctor ground out, his voice strangely gravely even as the darkness began to recede.
"Yes," the other man mused, still standing over him. "I see that now."
Legundo took a shaky breath. His limbs were cold, but oddly almost tingly. He let his head fall back against the tree trunk, as it felt too heavy to continue holding up on its own. Deep inhale, quick exhale. Really, he couldn't get enough air. The heat in his stomach had spread to his lower thighs and was spreading up to his chest, causing the cold night air to feel slightly less all-encompassing. His eyes flicked up to Owen, and-- oh.
"I didn't turn you, did I?" Owen purred, tapping his finger on his cheek as his head tilted to the side. "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, Doctor."
And that certainly felt accurate. White hair fell down to the middle of Owen's chest, ribs visible even through his newfound, very finely tailored outfit. It did look slightly too large on him, as if it was a hand-me-down of sorts, but Owen managed to pull off that barely-baggy look flawlessly. Around his waist the material had been pulled tight to accentuate his form-- and it had worked.
"You told me you wouldn't." Legundo's voice sounded far away to his own ears as his heart pounded in his chest. "So you didn't."
Owen's red-brown eyes narrowed in some semblance of a smile, though it was far too cold and perceptive for that. He flicked his wrists in some sort of annoyed gesture that was joined by the abrupt lift and fall of his chest. His sleeves flared with the action, and the close proximity allowed cold breath to run a shiver down Legundo's spine.
Perhaps Owen's breath wasn't the only thing having that effect, the doctor thought, as he finally recognized the feeling in his stomach. Arousal. Strange, that something like losing around thirty to thirty-five percent of his blood to a person who supposedly wanted all of humankind dead could have such an effect on him.
"You may want to cover up your little love bite when you go back to town, Doctor. I hear they've created some nice little cells for vampires back at Oakhurst."
Love bite. He swallowed, glassy green eyes finding Owen once again in the dim light under the canopy. What odd wording. He wanted to hear more. God, why the hell was he so out of sorts that hearing a vampire mock his bite wound made him yearn?
Yearning. That was the expression in Owen's eyes when he believed no one was watching. Majority of the time, it was a sorrow so deep-rooted that even Legundo knew he had no cure for it. No cure but time and trying.
"I hit Avid a few times when he burnt down Scott and Shelby's house," he said.
The vampire blinked in confusion. "Congratulations, I suppose, but may I ask how that's relevant?"
"The town is in complete disarray most of the time. Avid is still not far off from a lunatic, even if he was right about vampires being real." Legundo met Owen's eyes. "He wasn't right about a whole lot else."
"Elaborate, Doctor," Owen pressed softly when it was clear said man wouldn't go on otherwise. "Pray tell what he was wrong about."
"That you're all a bunch of blood-sucking monsters who can't love and deserve to die."
"Oh, Doctor, I assure you that vampires can love." He turned away, eyes distant as he recalled some long ago memory. "The other statements, I'm not so sure he's too far off."
"Owen," Legundo warned, and almost regretted it as suddenly-blazing eyes turned the full force of their heat on him.
"And what do you suppose I am, then, Doc?" Owen demanded in a near-snarl. "Some pet project for you, so you can forget your tragic past with the knowledge that you made up for it in the end? You can't cure me, you can't fix me. I've killed thousands of people, and if history lets, I will kill exactly thirteen more, and then myself as the blood moon rises to bask upon our graves.
"I am nothing but a blood-sucking monster who deserves to die -- who would like nothing but! -- but I cannot let the death of the only person worth living for go unpunished. I will live my life on this cursed, bloodsoaked earth until I slaughter every last human in Oakhurst, or I die trying." Preferably the latter, said the look in his eyes.
Owen paused, panting, as he stood over Legundo. "And if I do die... then you really have cured me. Haven't you?"
His body was too hot to respond. Owen's hips and ribs stuck out sharply, cheekbones high and jaw a stark line. He'd just fed on Legundo, but he still somehow looked so thin. The doctor could get around violence. God knew he'd committed enough atrocities to warrant his own cold ending. His own monologue, even. There were so many that he'd hurt, and so many more he hadn't been able to save. Legundo felt the urge deep inside of him -- almost primal -- to make sure that Owen wasn't just a number in those many.
If he could just focus. If he could just breathe.
If he could just pull Owen down and hold him.
If, if, if. Ifs were for authors and scientists, not trained doctors and veterans. They didn't have time to think--
He had time now. He had time to act.
"Owen," Legundo said calmly.
Owen growled, raking a clawed hand through his white hair. His fingers were darkened at the tips of the claws, and Legundo wondered through the haze he felt at Owen's animalistic growl if Owen was still able to hold and use tools.
"Owen," Legundo said again, firmer.
"What?" the vampire snapped.
"Sit with me."
An incredulous laugh. "This isn't going to be some, some, little heart-to-heart, Doctor. And the ground will get my new robes dirty."
"You don't really care about that, lumberjack." Legundo lazily raked his nails along the inside of his thigh, relishing how the sensation felt against his heated skin. "Sit with me."
Oddly enough, Owen's eyes tracked the movement, flicked back to Legundo's face, and then widened just slightly. He was on the ground a second later before the doctor could even bother to blink. Knees pressed into the dirt, deep red-brown eyes bared right through his soul. Hands splayed out across his thighs. White hair drifted into his face, and Legundo had the absurd urge to push it away.
"I'm right here, Doc," Owen whispered.
Legundo swallowed. Tilted his head back slightly, and spoke. "That's good, Owen."
The vampire drank in the praise as greedily as he'd taken the doctor's blood, leaning closer before he seemed to catch himself and straighten his back. Legundo watched each muscle flex as all this happened and wished he could tear his eyes away. But his body was so warm, and Owen was so close, and maybe, maybe he didn't want to move. Not from this spot or this time. Not now, not ever.
But as Owen licked his lips, Legundo just had to continue.
"You're telling me that you're a monster who deserves to die. Why? Because you killed a town, and--"
"Because I let him, die, Doctor." The raw vulnerability in Owen's voice gave both of them pause for a moment.
"Take it from me, Owen," Legundo sighed, resisting the urge to place a hand on the vampire's own. "There are some people you just can't save, no matter how hard you try. It isn't your fault."
"But I had a gift!" Owen protested desperately. He surged forwards and clutched at the doctor's shoulders. "A-a gift, and a debt, and everything! And I was sleeping, as- as they burned him alive!"
"Sleeping," Legundo echoed. His voice was steady now. Nothing like Owen's wavering plead, and unaffected by the claws digging into the back of his shoulders. "Which means there was nothing you could have done."
"I slaughtered them all for what happened, that's what I did," was the sharp snap back, but without as much of the usual bite in it as Owen let his forehead sag into Legundo's chest. "Every man, woman, and child, and I'd do it again."
"You won't," the doctor assured him. He placed one hand on Owen's shoulder, the other hand hovering over white hair.
"I can," came the choked half-laugh, half-sob. "I want to."
"That's not what you told me and Abolish." His hand combed through Owen's hair, touching without restraint. It had likely been a very, very long time since Owen had been touched like this. The doctor's other hand rubbed soothing circles over the vampire's back. He said nothing about the dampness on his chest. "You told us that you'd only kill if you had to."
"I will if I must." Owen's grip tightened, then grew loose and gentle, almost as if he was apologizing. Legundo had barely felt the pain, regardless.
"It's not in your nature. I won't claim to know you, Owen, but I know you aren't a monster. You're a man. A man who loves, and a man who hurts." Legundo pulled Owen closer and let his chin rest on the man's head, nestled in soft and ivory hair. He inhaled something sweet and tangy like oranges and blood. "And men deserve a second chance."
Legundo held him for several long, silent minutes. He'd needed this touch as well, he realized, as some hole in his chest he hadn't known was there began to close itself off.
"Make me forget," came the muffled demand, Owen burrowed into the doctor's chest.
"Forget?"
The claws in Legundo's shoulders tightened and pushed, as Owen lifted himself up and into the other man's lap. Teary eyes with wide pupils met his own.
"I want to forget everything," said man explained quietly, "And I want you to help me. Please."
"Owen," Legundo warned.
"Doctor, please," Owen begged, bucking his hips. Right against the doctor's own.
Fuck. Fuck.
Legundo bit his lip, tilting his head back to catch his breath. When he looked back down again, Owen snatched up his face in his hands and jammed his lips against the doctor's own. Arousal thrummed through his body. He opened his mouth to permit Owen access, and didn't regret it.
They both got lost in the haze of each other for who knew how long, only breaking away when Legundo finally needed to surface for air. He panted and leaned back against the tree once again. Somewhere during the kiss, his hands had traveled down Owen's body. He discovered that he had rucked up that fine shirt and was actively holding Owen in place by the hips.
"My, ah," Owen breathed, and Legundo looked up to meet the other man's eyes. "My apologies, Doctor."
"That's quite alright, Owen." He rubbed little circles into the man's hips with his thumbs, watching him preen. "I don't mind at all."
"What, you don't mind laying with a mass murderer? Defiling yourself by doing so?"
Legundo shifted and took Owen's jaw gently in one hand, tilting it down. There was a sharp inhale.
"Ah," the man said faintly.
"I don't mind at all," Legundo repeated as he released Owen. The man's eyes stayed transfixed on the bulge in the doctor's surgery robes, and he once again licked his lips.
"I killed so many people," Owen uttered. His gaze drifted up to meet Legundo's own. A jolt went straight to the doctor's lower stomach at the intensity in the other man's stare. "How do you just forget all that?"
"Time and trying." Legundo lifted one hand to fix his monocle, but Owen caught him by the wrist before he could.
"You could have so much time to try and fix everyone if you let me give you this gift," Owen insisted, almost reverently. He fixed Legundo's monocle himself with his free hand and didn't quite release his vice grip just yet. "So many chances, so many choices."
"I don't want a new beginning, Owen." Legundos splayed out his hand across the small of the vampire's back. "I want to try, and to help, and I want to do all of those with the skills I've learned. Vampire magicks aren't certified medicine, after all."
"But leeches are," Owen snipped.
"They're... really not," Legundos shuddered.
"Tell that to all the doctors in the past who tried to fix me, then!"
"I wish I could. It would've saved you a whole lot of time and hurt."
Owen snarled, garnering a burning heat in Legundo's stomach, and slipped his hand--
"Fuck," Legundos gasped. "Owen--"
"That feels good, Doctor?" The vampire purred, twisting his wrist and continuing to stroke his length.
"Yes," he gritted out to stifle more uncivilized noises.
"Oh, come on, good Doctor," Owen cooed. He leaned in close. "Let me hear all the pretty sounds you can make."
Now, that went against his very nature. Making noise disrupted the quiet disrupted the practice disrupted the life. And Legundos was aging. He'd seen himself in a mirror-- still handsome, sure, but not enough to let himself actually fall apart under anyone's hands. It would be akin to--
Owen's mouth was on his length. When had that happened and how did it feel so good? Legundos let out a small, strangled sound of shock. He shoved his wrist over his mouth to stop making any more noise, eyes wide.
"Owen," Legundos gasped, the sound muffled against his wrist, as Owen's cheeks hollowed out. A zing went straight to his core as the other man's tongue pushed against his slit. "Owen, you don't--"
Owen's head bobbed, dark eyes fixed on Legundo's face. His teeth grazed against the doctor's member, earning something almost like a gutteral groan, if Legundo had let it surface past his chest.
"This is not a healthy coping mechanism," he managed lamely while grasping at the ground to find purchase before he would simply float away.
Cold hands grabbed his own, guiding them to long white hair. His fingers tangled in it and tugged, just as a test, but the responding sound of affirmative pleasure from Owen as vibrations traveled up his length chased away any uncertainty. The vampire's hands gripped Legundo's hips with strength unbelying of his thin frame and eagerly allowed Legundo to move him.
And so he did, starting off by slowly dragging Owen up and down his length, and then picking up speed as the vampire proved both capable and happy for more. Well, not happy. He wasn't sure if that was ever a word one could truthfully use to describe a vampire. They all seemed to carry some sort of deep-rooted desperation, like they were searching for an answer to a question that didn't exist. Or rather, the answer didn't exist. Not yet, at least. Questions such as, How can I make the humans leave me alone? Why can I never properly avenge him? How can I get stronger, why do they hate me now, what else is there to do but play into it? When there is no hope and no end in sight, what else can you do but try to enjoy what you still have?
Take Cleo, who had already punched Avid in the face, and was making jokes just so she wouldn't snap and let her rage overtake her. Take Shelby, who was one of the kindest souls he had ever met, and had never harmed or even spooked any of the humans in the village, but had informed Avid that she was happy with her new powers. Take Owen... or, well. Owen was taking him at the moment, and he was doing quite well at it.
"God, Owen," Legundo got out through a series of gasps and grunts of pleasure. A hot mouth around his length, fuzzy warmth all throughout his body excepting the cold contrast of claws against his hips-- he couldn't handle this for long. Hell, he felt like he was on fire.
Owen's hand was palming the tent in his robes, hips working just to get more friction. Legundo would have to repay Owen for what he was making him feel right now.
Hot pleasure shot right to his core with every movement of Owen and his mouth and his tongue and his teeth on Legundo's length, scraping and licking and sucking and moaning all to bring Legundo to the very brink. He teetered on that ledge for several eternities as Owen's eyes met his own.
"Gonna," he keened. "I'm gonna-"
Owen's hand found his balls and squeezed, and Legundo was gone.
He was floating in starry heaven as he spilled down Owen's throat, practically biting his wrist to prevent any moans or cries, or, god forbid, whimpers slipping out. The fates were merciful, and Legundo managed to mostly keep his silence as he came.
"You're so good at that, Owen, holy shit," Legundo came back to himself babbling. He combed his hands through Owen's hair and delighted in the look of glee that his praise brought.
"It's funny hearing you swear, Doc," Owen chuckled, pulling off of his length with a wet noise. "Something tells me the good doctor wouldn't be so trusted by his townsfolk if they knew what he was doing right now."
"Something tells me it's none of their business," Legundo murmured back as he came down from his high. Aftershocks still sent tremors through his thighs. "And something else wants everyone to know."
Owen whined at that, dragging his fingers over his bulge.
"Let me help you out," he offered softly. "After all, it's the most I can do to make up for what you just gave me."
"The best orgasm of your life?" Owen suggested.
"Something like that," the doctor agreed.
A smile spread across the vampire's face, dark and wanting. "I think I'll take you up on that, Doc."