Okay so I literally had no ideas for a cute short drabble so I’m going to do the vampire thing even though I said I probably wouldn’t. It’s still not going to be turned into anything full length, though! Also I hope your day is better today - I’ve never had a panic attack but I imagine that they must completely, utterly suck. Anyway:
"Lou," Harry says. It’s only a little pathetic, which is something, especially considering how hungry Harry is right now.
"What?" Louis asks, tone flat. He stirs the pan, and Harry doesn’t even eat human food but he can smell how bad it smells, and it’s not even due to the garlic - Louis is just a truly awful cook. If he had have asked Harry would’ve made him some pancakes or something.
"How long are you going to be mad at me for?"
Louis looks like he’s considering it, staring at his hand, weighed down with at least ten silver rings. He’s doing a great job at making Harry’s head ache. “Dunno. How long are you going to be a dick for?”
Frustrating is a good word to sum up this relationship. “All I did was order more O-Neg.”
Louis whirls around and throws the spatula at Harry’s face. Harry manages to dodge it, but only because he’s got vampiric reflexes. “I’m O-Neg, you fucking prick!”
Well, duh. “Yeah? Why do you think I ordered it?”
Louis crosses the room and jabs a finger against Harry’s chest. Harry’s skin stings a little, from the brush of the silver. “You’re a fucking twat,” he shouts, slapping at Harry’s shoulder with his full hand. “Why the fuck would you go and order blood when I’m literally standing right in front of you?”
God. Harry catches Louis’ hands in his own, ignoring the slight sizzle. “I can’t drink from you all the time.”
"Yes you can," Louis says immediately. "Plenty of other vampires drink solely from their mates. It’s why you have fucking healing saliva, you idiot!"
Mates. Louis thinks that they’re - oh, Harry’s fucked up so badly. “You didn’t tell me,” he says weakly.
Louis’ watching him. “Tell you that I would punch you in the dick if I found out that you’re drinking from someone other than me?” he asks. “Or that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with?”
Harry swallows. The pulse of Louis’ blood running through his body is echoing through Harry’s head, calling him like an invitation. “The second one.”
"Thought you would have figured it out by now," Louis shrugs, the material of his shirt slipping down off of his shoulder, leaving it bare. It would hardly take any work at all to get him naked.
"It’s hard to figure something out that someone doesn’t tell you," Harry says nonsensically, letting go of one of Louis’ hands to pull his shirt down a little more, exposing tanned flesh that Harry wants to bite. He barely even notices the sting of the silver, anymore, or the scent of the garlic in the air.
"Okay, well let me put it to you this way," Louis says, pulling the rings off one at a time and letting them drop down in between their feet, "if you go and cancel that order I’ll let you wake me up in the morning with your teeth buried in my thigh."
Louis’ thigh is Harry’s favourite spot to drink from - the thin skin of his inner thigh, just underneath his cock - and Louis knows it. Taunts Harry with it, sometimes, with the bruise Harry’s mouth has left there, rubbing at it and making this entirely too pleased face when there’s no way Harry can do anything about it, when they’re in public.
"What about right now?" Harry manages, letting his fingers drift over Louis’ hands, unable to stop himself, really, now that they’re silver-free.
"Right now?" Louis asks, tilting his head up like he’s thinking. "If you make that phone call I’ll let you fuck me up against the wall like you like."
Harry’s a vampire, so he moves pretty fast, but he doesn’t think that he’s ever moved faster than this in his life.
(Okay, so that got away from me a little. I realized afterwards that everyone’s not into vampires so - please accept my apologies if you aren’t?)