Decades Between Us

[40] Dinner

Dinner that evening was rather quiet, george and clay still pale faced from earlier.

"you not hungry?" bad looked up to george who had barely touched his food, george shrugged
"probably isn't he's already had desert" nick giggled elbowing clay playfully
"oh stop it you! we're eating!" bad explained
"what! i'm simply just stating fact"
"nick you're so gross; you wouldn't like if i started asking you about your sex life" clay muttered taking a bite of his taco

"well if you MUST know, i railed karl alllllll night long, isn't that right princess"
"NICK!" karl almost spat out his food
"oh so that's what the banging was- i thought someone was redecorating with a hammer" bad chuckled
"bad, considering how old you are, you're too innocent for this world" skeppy giggled watching the group eat
"i'm not really feeling up to eating, i'm sorry i think i'm just going to have an early night" george excused himself and went to his and clays bedroom

"what's up with posh boy?" nick asked munching on some boiled potatoes he had on the side
clay shrugged, "he probably is just tired it's been a stressful few weeks for him" clay outstretched and took his and georges dishes, he emptied them and put the dishes in the sink
"give him an extra big hug from us all!" bad smiled
clay nodded and entered the room

george wasn't in bed, but the bathroom door was shut

clay heard george gagging and retching, he opened the door and george was clutched over the toilet aggressively throwing up, clay grabbed a flannel and dampened it with cold water leaving it on the side before kneeling beside george, he rubbed his back as he let it all out whilst running a hand through his hair, when he was finished clay wiped georges face down and gave him a bottle of water he kept in the bathroom incase of this, george downed it quickly.

clay picked george up as well as the flannel and took him to bed, he wrapped george under the covers and dabbed his head with the cold flannel
"are you feeling okay love?" he felt his temperature, he didn't have one
"yeah, just tired"
"george when's the last time you properly ate?"
george shrugged
"you're making yourself sick"
"i just cant- not since the tarker house, nothing appeals to me clay i've tried"
"that's okay, we can work on it"
"i don't feel good"
"i think i know what we can do to make you feel a bit better"
"what?"
"your first blood"
"my what?"

clay chuckled and took his shirt off
"bite me george"
"clay that's gross i'm not going to bite you"
"i'm not asking you, i'm telling you. bite me georgie"
george crossed his arms in a refusing manner
"don't make me ask you again, this will make you feel better"

george let out a groan and gave in, he brought his lips to clays neck, his hot breath hitting against it

he hesitated but but, he felt clay wince as he released a small help.

upon the first suck george felt so energetic, once he started he couldn't stop
"george- that's e-enough" clay panted beginning to feel lightheaded
georges brain was racing he couldn't function
he just continued to suck and drain clay
"NICK" clay yelled out realising what was happened as his eyes became heavy, nick burst into the room his eyes diverting to george who was laced to clays neck, clays body was beginning to fall limp

"GEORGE STOP YOURE HURTING HIM!" nick pulled george off of clay, george shook back to reality, he wiped his chin and looking back at his hand he saw blood, clays blood

Nick rushed to clay who fell completely limp in his arms, he was still alive, just drained.

"god- george what the fuck"
"he told me! once i started- i just i couldn't stop!"
"and that's why we're vegetarians you fucking nimrod!" he groaned, nick cleaned up clays bleeding neck and tucked him into bed

"keep him warm tonight, loosing that much blood will have him having chills all night, if something seems wrong don't hesitate to wake me" nick mumbled leaving the room

george rushed to the bathroom taking off his blood stained shirt, throwing it to the floor. he looked at himself in the mirror, he barely recognised himself

His skin was paler, his eyes were glistening yellow, blood was covering his chin, hands and upper neck. The bite scars still prominent on his neck as well as the remains of hickeys left by clay

he grabbed a flannel and dampened it he began to scrub at his bloody face.

he let out a heavy sigh, he'd hurt clay.
he didn't mean to, he thought he could control himself
clay trusted him

he shook it off, dwelling wouldn't help.

he walked back to the bedroom, he took one of clays hoodies from the wardrobe and pulled it over clay to keep him warm in the night. He got into the bed and cuddled against him, he spooned him wrapping his legs over clays.

"i didn't mean to hurt you baby, i'm sorry" he mumbled, despite knowing clay was unconscious and couldn't hear him

a/n

hi guys

i might also start doing a one shot book, (it won't affect the updates of this book)

just gives me something to do, i'll cover karlnap/dnf/skephalo/karlnapity ETC feel free to leave suggestions for chapters lmao

anyway; i have a lot more to come of this story :)