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George can hear everything now. Everything. The soft hum of the fridge, the distant rumble of traffic, the faint sound of Sapnap’s heartbeat echoing through the wall they share.

Three weeks ago, he would have gone to bed ignoring the world outside his window, and now he just can’t. It’s all loud. Too loud. It's too overstimulating too aware.

It’s hard to sleep when every creak in the floorboards feels like it’s screaming at you, and every sigh, every whisper seems magnified like it’s bouncing directly into George’s skull. Sometimes he wishes he could just turn it off.

Just turn it all off.

He can hear Sapnap in the shower, and God, he knows he shouldn’t be listening, but it’s impossible not to. The water hits the tiles in a relentless rhythm. George imagines the steam curling around him like smoke. He’s humming softly an absent-minded, quiet hum and for a moment George’s almost loses himself in his sounds. Almost. Until George brain registers his boyfriend is not just humming no, he is moaning- moaning his name.

And George dosent know what to do with himself because on one hand sapnap moaning his name is incredibly hot and george wants nothing more than to join him in the shower but on the other hand he knows he can't because with his new found vamprisim there have been other side effects other than the advanced hearing. He cant get hard properly all because he still can't really figure out how this whole feeding thing works and its annoying.

Is it too much to ask to fuck your beautiful boyfriend.

The moans are getting louder by the second and george is sure that by now even as a human he'd be able to hear. And george cant help but feel bad, what if sapnap is being loud on purpose to indirectly tell george that he isn't happy with their sex life, so far they haven't really done anything aside from make out sessions and george sucking him off once.

When Sapnap had wanted to return the favor george had declined (even though he so desperately wanted to) under the disguise of taking things slow, their relationship is still fresh after all.

Vamprisim comes with so many burdens george has realized that much. There’s so much he hasn't told Sapnap. How could he? How do you explain that the person lying in bed beside you- the one you love, the one who trusts you enough to curl up and press into their shoulder that you cant get hard anymore. How do you explain that the change inside you isn’t just you getting older. To George it’s a predator that lives under his skin, waiting, hungry, and impossible to ignore.

He shifts in Sapnap’s bed, careful not to make a sound, careful not to draw attention. But the truth is, there’s no way to hide it. Not really.

Not if he notices George’s skin paling when the sun hits the window, or the way George flinches when Sapnap touches him, or the way George can’t meet his eyes for long without seeing the pulse of life in him, and remembering what he's lost.

And he's terrified he’ll notice.

He thinks back to the first night they slept together after George's transformation, He was shaking so bad. Sapnap, being Sapnap, didn’t seem to care. He just wrapped his arms around George, and muttered something about “it all being okay,” and let George hide against him. George wanted to believe him. He wanted to believe they could. But every day, the fear creeps in again.

Tonight, as George sits on the edge of the bed, listening to him moan under the shower, he feels that creeping panic. He wants to tell him, but the words are stuck in his throat like shards of ice.

How do you say: Im not the person you think I am anymore. I’m something else. Something… dangerous.

George finally stands, his bare feet silent on the carpet, he peeks around the bathroom door. Sapnap doesn’t notice hin at first, lost in the rhythm of the water. And George… he just watches. Part of him is relieved. Part of him is jealous of how human he is, how unaware, how normal.

“George?” he says suddenly, and he almost jumps out of his skin. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath nor that the water has turned off. “Yeah,” George manages, voice hoarse.

Sapnap steps out, towel draped around his hips, damp hair sticking to his forehead. “You’re quiet tonight. Everything okay?” George's swallows hard, trying to gather courage.

Okay, George, just say it. Just tell him. He deserves the truth.

“I… Sapnap, there’s something I need to tell you.” George's hands start fidget at his sides. He tilts his head, a curious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and George feels a pang of guilt. This is exactly why he can’t hold it in anymore. “I’m… not like before,” George stammers finally. “I mean, I’m… I’m not exactly human anymore.”

His brow furrows. “elaborate.”

“it’s not. It’s-” he pauses, trying to find the words that won’t make him feel awkward. “I’m a vampire.”

For a moment, nothing moves. Then Sapnapa eyes go wide, and he blinks like he’s processing something impossible. “Wait… you mean, like… actually… fangs and all that?”

A nod. “Yeah. Fangs. Blood Hunger. Sensory overload. I hear everything now. Too much. I haven’t… I haven’t figured it out yet. I just… I didn’t want to hurt you, and I didn’t want you to see me like this until I… until I could figure out how to be… me again.”

Sapnap’s mouth quirks into the faintest smile, still suspicious, but not afraid. “You mean… you’ve been walking around all this time, secretly a vampire, and not telling me?” George groans, pressing a hand to my face. “I know, I know, it sounds insane. I didn’t want to freak you out. I didn’t know how. And I… I was scared, this is new for me too.”

For a moment, Sapnap is silent. And then he steps closer and guides George back to his bedroom, draping thetowel over the back of a chair in the process and sitting on the edge of the bed. He tilts his head, studying George then pats the spot next to him. “You’re scary,” he says softly. “Yeah.” George sits on the edge next to him, trying not to fidget. “I’m scary and… different and probably… annoying now.”

He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “You? Annoying? Tell me something new George" a small laugh spills from his beautiful lips "I don’t care if you’re a vampire. You’re still you. And you’re still mine.” Something in George swells and then cracks at the same time. Relief, panic, love, terror all bundled together in a messy knot. He wants to believe him. He wants to hold him close and promise he'll try, he'll adapt, he'll learn to live like this.

“I just… I don’t want to lose you,” George whispers. “You won’t,” he says, reaching across and taking George's hand in his. “Even if you’re pale and twitchy. Even if you have fangs and weird vampire instincts. I’m not going anywhere.”

George trys to smile, fangs flashing just slightly. “You’re really okay with this?” “I mean, it’s going to be… weird,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re probably going to have to figure out things like… vampire schedules, blood shopping trips, night walks… maybe I’ll need sunglasses, maybe you’ll need… uh… I don’t know, garlic-free cooking classes.”

George can’t help it. He laughs . It comes out as a shaky, awkward sound, but it’s laughter all the same. The tension in his chest loosens, just a little.

“Yeah, I guess… we’ll figure it out together.” Sapnap grins, squeezing his hand. Then he continues “Of course we will. I mean… you’re still the same idiot I fell for. Vampire or not, you’re still mine.”

George rolls his eyes, but the warmth in his chest is undeniable weird he thought he wouldn't feel warmthever again but Sapnap seems to make evrything possible.

He’s ridiculous and perfect all at once.

The first night they go out together after the confession is hilarious. George trys to keep up with his energy under the neon streetlights, but every little sound threatens to overwhelm him. Sapnap notices the twitch in hjs jaw every time a car honks, and he just laughs and defuses the tensionin George in an instant, shaking his head. “You’re like a super-sensitive spy,” he teases. They talk, theu stumble over their words, they joke about goerges fangs and talk about his insomnia, and for the first time in weeks, he feels human again. Or as close to human as he can be, anyway.

By the time they get back to the house, the fear has receded. Hes still pale, still jittery, still complicated. But Sapnap doesn’t care. He sits beside George on the couch, draping an arm around his shoulders, and presses a kiss to his temple. “See? Not so bad, right?” he murmurs. “No,” George says, smiling softly before he kisses back. “Not bad at all.”

Their small kisses quickly turn into a messy make-out session before George can even comprehend it. He's high off of Sapnap’s lips; hearing his heartbeat quicken while they get more heated might actually make George explode.

Sound rips through Sapnap's throat, and George swallows them down greedily.

Sapnap breaks free from George for a second to catch his breath. "I need you so bad, dude." George huffs out a laugh. "Bro just called me 'dude' whilst making out."

Sapnap straddles George’s lap, huffing out a quiet "whateve, dude".

When Sapnap settles down on him, George is pretty sure he's about to faint, seeing those thick, hairy, muscular thighs and how they stretch around the shorts he's wearing might just be the death – well, second death of him.

Sapnap quickly gets rid of the t-shirt he's wearing, and before it's even off, George’s hands immediately go to settle around his waist.

"Someone's eager," George hears from above. George just mumbles 'shut up' under his breath as he continues to squeeze and prod around Sapnap.

"You're not breathing, idiot," Sapnap teases as he reaches down to the hem of George's shirt, which is a bit akward with George's arms in the way. "Don't need to," George says as he pulls his arms up so that Sapnap can undress him.

"I wanna ride you" Sapnap says casually as he throws George's shirt to the ground, and if George still had a heartbeat, it would've stopped right this very moment.

"Keep undressing us then, idiot."

"So bossy." Sapnap rolls his eyes but gets off of George to push his shorts down.

And if George thought that Sapnap's thighs looked good in those tight shorts, then now they look like they are part of a deity, the rough skin, the hair, the everything.

George thinks he might pass out again. George has seen Sapnap’s dick before in multiple scenarios, even long before they started dating, but George could worship it for hours. It's not particularly big or thick but perfect all the same.

Much to George's dismay, his pubes are trimmed shorter than when he last tucked him off, but alas, he has no time to sulk now.

"Your turn, or do I also have to do that for you?" "No, idiot, I got it" and in one swift movement George gets up from his spot on the couch and pushes his shorts and boxers down.

All of a sudden the air around them grows heavy.

"Do you not want to do this, George? "You can tell me I wouldn't be mad," Sapnap says honestly. George's eyebrows furrow confused.

"What?" Then a second later he realises with a quiet 'oh'.

"So?" Sapnap asks.

"Obviously I want to, only a fool would pass on this opportunity. Listen this – fuck, this is embarrassing," a pause before he blurts out his problem, "I have trouble getting hard since becoming a vampire."

"Oh" is all Sapnap says, and George has trouble reading his tone, so instead he tries to read his face.

When George looks up at his boyfriend, the disappointment he was expecting does not at all match the excitement on his face. "Earth to Sapnap?" George questions as he reaches out to touch his shoulders when Sapnap doesn't say anything else.

Sapnap swallows thickly as his eyes refocus. "Sorry, God, I just realised how old you are already."

"I am older than you, but not by that much, I just turned 29. Stop treating me like some old sugar daddy, I'm still young."

George stammers out. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Daddy?" Sapnap jokes, but George's dick twitches violently at that, and Sapnap just giggles.

"Of course you would," Sapnap mumbles more to himself than to George.

"So is it an age thing?" Sapnap questions quietly. As he reaches out to hold his boyfriend's waist. "Did you even listen? It's been a problem since I turned, before that I was perfectly capable." George is a bit pissy and feels the need to defend himself.

"Calm down, Georgie. "I- It turns me on like crazy," Sapnap admits, a bit embarrassed, and looks off to the side with a dark blush forming on his cheeks and nose.

"That I can't get hard?" George wonders out loud, confused.

"No, you pushing 30." A sheepish smile spreads on his lips as he turns back to face his boyfriend to litter his face in kisses. George decides that he's going to let that slide for now. "So, I haven't figured out how to fix it yet," George tells Sapnap apologetically.

Sapnap thinks for a second, then he looks at George's pale face. "Have you fed recently? Maybe you just don't have enough blood," and George stares at Sapnap, surprised he hadn't even thought of that before, but when he says it like that, it does make sense. "No, I haven't actually. But I don't know where I'd get blood from right now."

Sapnap looks at George as if he had two heads. "I'm right here, idiot. Drink my blood." George hesitates and looks off to the side.

"Are you sure? "I'm pretty sure it hurts really bad." George's gaze wanders back to Sapnap's eyes.

"Of course I'm sure, but mainly because I wanna ride you until I forget my name," and now it's George's turn to blush. "So how do you want me?" Sapnap jokes.

George thinks about it briefly. "Either your neck or wrist should work." The second Sapnap hears those words, he plucks George's hands off his shoulders and angles his neck to the side. "Do your worst," he giggles.

"Oh, okay," George says hesitantly, but the sound of Sapnap’s heartbeat quickening and the promise of a nice warm meal have his fangs extending to their full length before he even has a chance to think about it. He reaches his cold hands out to Sapnap's neck and waist to keep him in place.

By now George looks downright terrifying, his brown eyes now black, with pupils in a colour similar to a blood moon. An animalistic growl rips through George's throat when he lunges at Sapnap's neck. George isn't exactly sure how all of this bloodsucking works, but he trusts his vampire instincts to latch on more or less correctly.

By the way Sapnap moans, George is sure that it can't feel all too bad. Once the neck is punctured, his fangs retract back into their neutral state, allowing George to finally, finally drink his boyfriend's blood. When the first drop settles on his tongue, his brain shuts off completely. All the lights are out, and there might be an 'out of order' sign taped to his forehead.

It doesn't take long before his brain reboots. "You motherfucker, that hurt like a bitch towards the end, but the beginning was nice," Sapnap says while George is still attached to his neck like a leech or like a puppy to its favorite toy. Shortly after George is ready to let go, the two puncture points dribble out a small streak of blood, and like the gentleman George is, he licks up the trail of blood.

To his surprise the punctures heal right up after a few kitten licks. 'Guess healing saliva is a real thing.' George lets out a deep breath (even though he doesn't need to anymore).

"Thank you, baby." George grins ear to ear, he feels weirdly energised now.

"Don't thank me for that." Sapnap is grinning too as he goes to kiss George to taste the remaining blood.

Their kiss is long and passionate, nothing like the wild makeout sessions from before. George slowly backs up towards the couch, being careful not to break their kiss. When the back of his knees bumps into the couch, he settles down, making sure to manhandle Sapnap on his lap in the process.

Sapnap is the one to break the kiss. "Hate to kill the mood, but do we even have lube down here?" George doesn't even respond to the question instead he reaches out far to fish out a well-loved bottle of lube from underneath one of the couch cushions.

Sapnap scoffs, "You absolute goon dog, that's actually nasty." George shrugs, "Dreams. Now lie down so I can stick my fingers up your ass."

Sapnap looks absolutely puzzled. "How do you know where Dream stores his lube?" George just shushes him. "Doesn't matter, lay down."

George is so incredibly hard that he thinks his dick will fall off from any pressure that isn't Sapnap's ass.

"Okay, bossy." Sapnap rolls his eyes dramatically as he does as George said.

In the meantime George has got his left hand lubed up and ready to go.

When Sapnap gives him the okay, he slowly starts inserting his index finger into Sapnap's hole. Sapnap's breath hitches. "You bitch didn't even warm it up before."

"Womp womp", which Sapnap knows is George's way of saying that he needs Sapnap so incredibly bad that he has to skip a few steps in between.

Sapnap lifts his head to get a better look at George. "Get another in i can take it."

"You sure?" George questions doubt visible on his features. Sapnap just gives him an earnest nod.

And with that, George starts to insert two of his fingers. "If I tear something, it's your fault," George mumbles out. When George starts scissoring him open, Sapnap is pretty sure he sees stars. George is just so good with his fingers.

Sapnap's moans make George perk up like a puppy dog hearing a clicker. The sounds motivate him to keep going, and by the third finger, he deems his boyfriend stretched enough

"Do you still wanna ride me? "Or should I take you like this?" George says in a husky voice. He'd be very happy with either option.

Sapnap takes a second to come back to earth, when he registers the question, he sits up so fast George is worried that he got dizzy. "I still wanna ride you, so bad actually." Sapnap's heart is beating fast.

George pats his lap in invitation. Sapnap quickly gets into position and lines himself up with George's dick, before George can even comprehend it, he is sinking down.

They both groan, and George’s hands quickly find their way to Sapnap’s hips. The touch is tender as if George were scared to break Sapnap. Sapnap leans down to kiss George, the sharp tang of blood greets his taste buds.

Slowly he starts moving his hips, George groans into his mouth. The hands that were once gentle now grip Sapnap tight. Sapnap takes this as his sign to actually ride George like there's no tomorrow.

The kiss is broken his thighs flex as moans spill from his lips. George can't describe the feeling of Sapnap in words, but he can in sounds and gestures. His head is tilted back, an array of noises flowing freely, his toes curl, and his fingers keep flexing around Sapnap's hips; he's in heaven.

Sapnap stops for a short second to readjust. George’s dick now hits his prostate dead on, and he quickly comes to the realisation that he definitely won't last long. George seems to be in a similar predicament, face red as his own hips buck up every so often, his hair is weirdly dishevelled, and Sapnap has no clue why until he realises that one of his hands left his hips and is gripping at his hair, and fuck, it looks so hot the way that George is lost in pleasure.

When Georgw reopens his eyes to gaze at Sapnap, he can't help but groan at the sight. He's sweating, especially around his hairline. George wants nothing more than to lick it off. Maybe Sapnap will let him once they are done.

"Fuck George, I'm not going to last that much longer," Sapnap rasps out between heavy breaths.

"Go on, come for me, come all over me, cover me." George's voice is strained but so effortlessly hot to Sapnap's ears. Sapnap’s pattern has become irregular its obvious that his thighs start to burn, so George decides to help him out a little by taking his boyfriend’s neglected dick into his hand.

Sapnaps groans at the contact and starts to rut heavily into George’s hand. The sight is incredibly arousing to George he can feel his orgasm quickly approaching, so he starts to jerk Sapnap off at a brutal pace so that they can come together.

"Fuck, I'm so close, George. "Don't stop, don't stop," with an incredibly hot groan, Sapnap cums all over George's hand and torso. At the same time, George lets out a wide array of noises free from his lips, his toes curl up to an impossible angle, and he can feel his balls tighten as his orgasm washes over him.

Sapnap is breathing heavily as George lazily strokes him through his high. George, on the other hand, isn't he's breathing calmly through his nose, a new thing to get used to. He supposes he doesn't need breath at all, but it makes him feel human.

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby?" George questions, his voice soft as to not break the tender atmosphere they created.

Sapnap makes a confused noise before his brain registers the question properly. "Yeah, I did." He's smiling ear to ear. "Did you?" Sapnap questions back lightly.

"Of course I did, idiot. Anyway, I'd like to clean us up, so if you could be so kind and release me?" Sapnap chuckles quietly as he lifts himself off of George’s dick.

Sapnap's face shifts to a cringe as cum leaks out of his hole. "Gross."

"Ok, I'll be right back." George looks quite proud of himself.

-

When they are all clean and cosy in bed, all the worry George has had fly right out of his brain. He's happy and content here with his boyfriend.