Bite Me. || TSP || Stannarator || Vampire AU

Morning came around and Stanley placed a hand on his stomach, looking around. Curator and Narry were arguing about something stupid. He muttered something and started walking to the woods. He made his way there safely and sat down while a fawn walked over and sat beside him. 

He looked at it, listening to his stomach growl - he hadn't eaten in a few weeks, which wouldn't normally be an issue, but since he's been injured, he needs to feed to get all of his energy back. 

The deer rested on the ground and Stanley sighed. 

He couldn't kill the animal while it was sleeping - it would kill him inside so he sat with it while it slept, the two sat there for hours while his stomach growled. He gently stroked the fawns back while he looked down at it. 

"Where's your mom, huh?" He asks, knowing he won't get an answer. The fawn woke up and looked up at him, it's stomach growling. "Hungry? Me too, kid." He sighs, folding his arms as the mother walked over - she bowed her head at him before making sure her baby wasn't injured. 

She had an injury on her leg that was bleeding - the more Stanley smelt it and stared at it, the hungrier he got. But he wasn't going to kill a fawn or it's mother so he pet the deer before walking back to town. 

A crowd stood around two people. 

Mariella stood on the outskirts so Stanley walked over to her, leaning on her. "What's going on?" He asks, she looks up at him, smiling.

"Y'know the vampire hunter guy? Narry or whatever?" She asks and he nods. "Apparently some guy pissed him off this morning and he's beating him senseless." She hums, going on her tip toes to try see. 

Stanley picks her up, sitting her on his shoulder so she can see. She rests her arm on his head as she watches. "Who's he fighting?" Stanley asks and Mariella leans forward, resting her hands on the mans head who is in front of them - he looks up at her, before shrugging it off.

"Uhm, Noah, I think." She says, "Oh, he's getting up now.. yeah, it's Noah." She hums, getting down.

Narry pushed through the crowd of people, using his walking stick. "Oh! Stanley, I thought you were still in the forest, does my hair look okay? I'm supposed to be having a meeting with the towns mayor later today." Narry smiles broadly at him. 

Stanley hesitantly sorts his hair, out before he nods, staring at him. "You, uh, do that often?" He asks and Narry shakes his head looking back at the motionless man on the floor. 

"No, he called you a slur, and with everything else he's done to you, I kind of lost it." He says, wiping blood off of his bright red knuckles with his handkerchief. "Well, have a good day - drink from him if you want, I don't mind. I'm sure your promise can have a cheat day." He smiles at him as he walks past him, heading to the meeting. 

Stanley stood speechless at how casual it was while Mariella violently shook him, excited. "He's supportive, Stan, you don't see that every day." She says, smiling, and then he nudges his arm. "Do you think he's.. y'know?" She smirks, "He's pretty attractive too - man, if I liked men, I'd try hard for him." She chuckles, Stanley just nods, still pretty speechless. 

~~~

Mariella walked and waited outside the meeting place, Narry walked outside and she pulled him to the side, Curator stood beside her, the ghost of a smile hinting at her face. "Narry! Good to see you again, would you like to come to our house for dinner?" Mariella asks. 

Narry looked at her, pretty startled, then he looks up at Curator who nods at him, signalling for him to say yes. "Uhm, I would, but I have to get home to my friend." He says, offering an apologetic smile. 

"Home to my friend? Sounds like they're a bit more." Curator whispers to Mariella who chuckles. "Stanley's going to be at our house for dinner." She tells him, wrapping an arm around Mariella's waist. 

"Oh, in that case then I'd love to join you for dinner." He smiles at them. 

"I admire what you did for Stanley, the guys been through a lot with Noah. Ranging from living together at one point, to them being attacked by a vampire together, him kicking him out, so on and so forth." Mariella says while Curator moves a hand to her shoulder. 

"Maybe you shouldn't tell him  Stanley's life story, dear, that's for Stanley to do if and when he's comfortable." She says and Mariella nods. 

"Sorry, I get carried away. I just.. Stanley doesn't make many friends." Mariella hums. 

"I can tell."

~~~

Mariella and Curator's home was cosy, Narry sat next to Stanley on the sofa while his stomach growled. Mariella and Curator were in the kitchen. 

"Are you.. hungry?" Narry asks, Stanley nods, looking away from him. "You didn't drink from Noah?" He asks and Stanley shakes his head, reading a book. 

"Do you want to.. drink from me?" He asks, rolling up his sleeve. Stanley looks at him, turning his head sharply. 

"Are you crazy?" He asks, Narry thinks for a moment. 

"I get called it sometimes." He says. 

"I think I know why, but no, I don't want to. I might drink too much, and it'll hurt." He says, putting the book down. 

"I know the feeling, Stanley, I've been drank from before. On multiple occasions, I will tap you when I need you to stop, I'm sure you have some self control." (🤭🤭🤭)

Stanley takes his arm, gently sinking his teeth in, he felt his wrist tense up, and he grabbed his hand to ease him a little bit before he started to drink. 

Narry sucked in a breath, and let out a few pained grunts as he felt Stanley drink from him oh so carefully. 

After about 5 minutes, Narry gasped and tapped Stanley's shoulder. Stanley pulled out, looking at him as blood dripped down his chin onto his white shirt. 

He was breathing rather heavily. "Fuck me.." He says. 

"You okay? I didn't go to rough on you did I?" Stanley asks, starting to wipe down his arm with the handkerchief.

"No, you were perfect." Narry says, smiling at him, placing a hand on his cheek, wiping his chin with his thumb. "Absolutely perfect." 

Mariella walks into the room, letting out a sigh of relief. 

"Oh thank God, you two aren't having sex on my new sofa. What were you doing?" She asks, folding her arms. 

Narry sits up, feeling his cheeks redden as he looks down at his arm. 

"I let Stanley drink from my arm, he needed it." Narry tells her, moving his hand from Stanley's cheek. 

"Are you a masochist or something, because that sounded really sexual for like, 5 minutes or something. You were moaning, mate." 

Narry covers his face, clearly bright red.