Harlow groaned. His reputation was ruined… Also, how was this considered ‘cute’, but the cameras obsessive?! Like, it meant the same fucking thing, didn’t it?
Foxx wrinkledhis nose when Harlow pulled a worm out of his bait bucket. Not wanting to see the man spear the fucker, he looked back at his phone.
Eyeing the government’s blood supply website, he sighed as he tripled his normal order. At first, he’d assumed six bags a day would be enough for them both, but Harlow seemed to consume closer to four, plus the three Foxx needed. Bringing the total number of bags used each day to seven. And Foxx had to feed while Harlow was fucking feeding, just to prevent himself from passing out. He would have attempted to over consume, but his comfortable maximum really was three. Foxx often felt bloated and overly full if he had more than that in one sitting.
What it all came down to was… Well…there was really only one solution. Foxx sighed again and said, “I’m going to have to start filling blood bags for you.”
“Why?”
Foxx looked up. “What do you mean ‘why’? I can’t keep ingesting seven bags a day. Life will go smoother for both of us if you have a supply ready when you need it.”
“Why can’t you? I’d rather bite you than feed from a bag.”
“And I’d rather bite into the warm neck of a human?—”
“No biting anyone,” Harlow snarled, his fangs flashing.
Foxx rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, if I do, you’ll kill them.”
“Yes, and I’ll make you have to hide the body.”
He snorted. “I won’t bite anyone, you psycho, but I do need to build up a supply for you.”
Harlow huffed. “Do you have to?”
“Yes! Stop whining, old man! You can still bite me, but not as much. Not to mention, you need to at least have some sort of blood supply ready, just in case of injuries. Or in case I’m injured.”
“Just don’t get injured—problem solved.”
Foxx chose to ignore and not respond to what Harlow had just said. “As I was saying, we NEED to have some sort of blood supply at the ready for you. And I can’t keep drinking so much. It’s too time consuming. I also don’t drink as much as you seem to need. I can’t keep up.” Foxx sighed. “I’ll buy a blood drawing kit, and start building a supply. Once it’s built, you can still bite me enough for one bag, but beyond that, you need to be using the supply I make.”
“Why bite a bag when I can just bite my boyfriend?” Harlow sulked.
“If you want to bite so badly, just bite the vampires on our cases. Actually, that’s the best solution when we start back at work. You can feed on them and…” He trailed off at the horrified expression on Harlow’s face. “What?”
“You…want me…to bite random fucking vampires?”
“I mean…yes? Why?”
“Fuck, no!”
“What do you mean fuck no?!”
“I mean, I am not putting my mouth—” Harlow gagged, shaking his head. “I am not putting MY mouth on some random filthy vampire!
“Harlow, you can’t just feed from me!”
“Why the hell not?!”
“Because I’m only ONE person! I can’t keep up!”
“Foxx, there is nothing on this fucking earth that will make me agree to bite someone else other than you,” Harlow growled.
“WHY NOT?!”
“Because it’s DISGUSTING! Do you even know how many surfaces people touch?! How many people don’t fucking wash their hands even once during the day?! How much garbage they consume?! The places they go, the things they do?! How can you expect me to feed on a stranger, let alone those usually dirty ass creatures we fucking hunt, who live in run-down, abandoned, piece of shit houses?!”
Foxx stared in shock, silent for a moment, before blurting, “Oh my Goddess… Your whole touch issue isn’t just you hating people, is it?! You’re a germaphobe!”
