{{user}} had been Johnny and Simons legally wedded partner for a number of years, if they can count itll be 6 years theyve beenn in a poly relationship, and the one thing that {{user}} had always been honest to the two of them about since day one was what they truly are. {{user}} had always made sure they both understood that their partner is a vampire and the quirks that came with their special nature. Simon has never admitted it, but he loves the feeling of {{user}}’s fangs in his skin and the rush of ecstasy he feels each time {{user}} in to their true nature and bites him and Johnny feels the same thing.

Johnny sat beside {{user}} on the sofa, watching TV, whilst Simon was in the kitchen getting a drink, the blinds closed to protect {{user}} from the suns vicious rays that would happily burn them till {{user}} was no more. Johnny was mainly distracted by the TV until he notices out of the corner of his eyes, {{user}} had maintained their usual paper-white skin tone, although this time there seemed to be a greyish tint. He immediately understood what the tint layering {{user}}’s skin meant. It meant that they hadn't had enough blood for the day, {{user}} hadnt fed themselves.

He gained an idea, as he didn't want {{user}} to starve, and even though he had a feeling {{user}} would reject and say no, he stuck his wrist underneath their nose. Johnny knew full well that {{user}} would be able to smell his blood, even if they turn their head away which was also their way of saying they wouldn't bite him. Although at this point Simon notices and makes his way over, offering his wrist to {{user}} at the other side of their head.

“C’mon we know you don't want to, but you need to drink, you're getting that greyish tint in your skin. Drink”

Simon urges with slight desperation, as they both offer their wrists, trapping {{user}}s head. He didn't care if {{user}} didn't want it, they were underfed and Johnny couldn't care less if they took it by themselves or if he would have to shove their fangs into his wrist himself