ABO(-) Negative [Ferid Bathory x Male Reader Story]

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"Are you ready, [M/N]..?"

[M/N]'s mouth dried out of context. His left hand balled up into a fist, turning his knuckles slightly pale to control his sudden surge of fear. His paranoia of needles starting to kick in at the last dying minute. His right hand on the other hand was held by the man in front of him, who had been softly pulling down his sleeve to expose his arm.

"If so, close your eyes and countdown from three.."

[M/N] swallowed in a hasty breath,
clenching both his eyelids as soon as the older male finished his last words. His mind erased anything and everything he was thinking about right then, focusing only on the dead silent atmosphere and the needle that was soon to come. While his thoughts drifted away into the air he couldn't help but to take out a long, rigid sigh. He felt something instantly prick his wrist in return, causing him to strain right away. A sharp joust of pain ran through his arm, sending mixed signals to his nerve system. In response to it all, the younger male had uncontrollably winced at the shot. His delicate features scrunching in pain for a brief period of time. After registering that the needle had already been forced through his skin, he began to relax his whole body. It was over, for now. He didn't have to worry about his fear of needles anymore today. His shoulders began to un-arch while the pain drifted away from his mind. If it wasn't weird enough, he could almost feel the drainage of blood being sinked out of one of his purplish-looking veins. Slowly making him more docile as seconds pasted by. Feeling weak and useless was a sign that the procedure had worked correctly. Dizziness on the other hand was counted as a default for being [M/N] himself. The [H/C] already being weak and frail only made things worse for himself. Even after drinking several carts of orange juice and water, the boy found it almost impossible to stay awake. It was a side effect of having his gene structure and physical built.
His childish-doctor would always put it.

Eventually, his whole system dulled down to the point on where he could barely move his eyelids.
His eyes gently began to slip open and closed like some what of a drunkie, losing his strength.

"B-B-Bathor--"

"Shh... It's alright,
don't waste your breath and strength. You need it, [M/N].."

Hearing the doctor's orders despite being a little out of it, [M/N] obeyed willingly. He used what ever strength or power he had left to stay awake. Even though he could already feel his body began to give up on him. Out of chance, [M/N] felt his hand gradually become numb, even while the doctor had began to interlace his small finger tips with his own. Gently switching from finger to finger in a delicate manor as if he was caressing him gently. The younger male would have thought that the gesture was almost comforting, if it weren't for the fact that he had jabbed a syringe in him a couple of minutes ago. The light-haired specialist gave the hand pumping blood a gentle squeeze as well. Once the needle and bags were filled all the way, Ferid pulled out the needle all the way. The medical syringe dripped slightly from the excess blood that wasn't able to stay in the plastic tube. He gently wiped it off the rest, placing the needle back on a thin, metallic platter. [M/N]'s [E/C] orbs slowly began to open and daze around the darkly lit room the two were in, vividly recalling where they were to begin with. He could faintly hear the older male call out to him as his eyes trailed across the room hesitantly. Only when the doctor snapped his fingers in his face did he get his wavering attention.

"Now- great work, young blood! You've been an excellent help today. Your blood shall be of great a use. I.. Well.. We appreciate your collaboration."

[M/N] let out more shaky sighs as he tried to keep up a steady heart rate from all the blood lost. His hand was yet again left in his care-takers hold, the long-haired doctor giving him a small bandaid to place over the tiny wound. [M/N] could vividly feel one of the man's thumbs landing over the younger's bandaged wrist and affectionately rubbing circles around it to keep it sealed. All the while starring directly at [M/N]'s facial features, taking in the somewhat lousy and cute sight in front of him. A childish grin made it's way across the elder's face as he continued to stare impolitely. He never even for a second thought about breaking eye contact with him. Even while he had to inject the needle inside the little blood-bag of joy.

[M/N] continued to stay awake, however, just to show the doctor that he was in fact okay. And for him not to try anything suspicious on him. Just like he thought he caught on to the last couple of times he came to get blood drawn.

"Well then. Now that we've got that all settled and out of the box, would you like to have some orange juice? I bet you're feeling drained about now--"

[M/N] silently shook his head from side to side in a sloppy manor. He held his head up high while his mouth remained open. Looking towards the doctor with his vision blurred and a haze.

"I-I'm fine... Bathory.."

A thin, grey eye brow furrowed downwards across the elder's face as the other one lifted up curiously. Almost as if testing [M/N]'s behavior.

"Oh....? Is that so...~?"

Ferid hummed towards the [H/C] child, leaning on the stool he had sat on. The elder's face now directly in front of him to get a closer look of his drained features. The grey-haired male closing off a fair amount of distance between the two of them. [M/N] felt his throat go dry just as quick, gulping at the close proximity Ferid had forced upon them. For that brief second, Ferid could see himself digging his teeth into the exposed part of his neck. Draining him down til he was half-dead and limb in his arms. [M/N] was desperately showing off his neck, even if he didn't mean to do it purposely. The older man, if he didn't realize [M/N] knew nothing about what he really was, would take his neck gesture as a tease. He felt like licking his lips at the sight of tasting the younger male's blood directly. He's always dreamed of doing so in all fairness, but he didn't want to lose everything he had planned now by doing so. He had so much in store in the upcoming week.

"[M/N]-kun... How's about you rest for a bit here while I get you something to drink. Be a good boy, okay? No if, ands,
Or buts about it."

"Bu-"

"Ahhhh~?"

Ferid immediately placed the tip of his gloved finger across the younger's lips. He hummed in a sing-song voice, gently pushing him back on the medical bed he sat on. Seeing as he was too weak to argue right about now, [M/N] finally decided to give up, letting his so called "specialist" refresh him til he was all better and ready to go.

"If it comes to it, I'll take you back towards our condo as soon as dinner time roles around. Even if it means I have to drag you all the way home by foot.."

For once, his [M/N]'s eyes remained open without struggle, gazing deeply upon Ferid's sharp, crimson orbs. They both seemed ready to stare [M/N] down and persuade him into being his good little boy for the rest of eternity. Even so, the younger couldn't help but give him a weak glare at how submissive he was trying to get the boy. Making him tiredly roll his eyes.

"Ferid-San, why d-do I have the feeling t-that you're planing s-something..?"

[M/N] stuttered, half out of breath.