Carl didn't believe in anything supernatural. He thought all of it was all fake, and anyone who thought such things were real were foolish.
Until he found out his boyfriend was a vampire.
Ron had tried to hide it in the beginning. He didn't want to freak Carl out and have him leave like everyone else who learned that about him. But he could only hide it for so long.
Not being able to be in the sunlight for a long time, flinching when the slightest bit of garlic was in the food he was given, sleeping so much during the day. It all made sense now.
And it dawned on Carl why he caught Ron staring at his neck so much.
He's still in denial that Ron is a vampire, but he's trying his best to come to terms with it. He thinks the sharp teeth look kinda cool. A little jarring, but cool nonetheless. It's hard to get used to Ron's sleeping schedule, but he'll adapt.
But Ron needs blood. Real blood. From a human.
And Carl is the only one that can give it to him without the boy going off and seriously hurting someone.
"Are you sure about this?" Ron's hands hold Carl in place, resting on his shoulders. Carl is sitting on the boy's lap, pressed close to him.
"Yes." Carl looks a bit apprehensive, but he squares his shoulders bravely and nods his head, looking into Ron's eyes.
"Really?"
"Yes! I'm fine!" He huffs. "You need this. I don't want you to get sick."
Ron sighs, hands falling to rest lightly on Carl's slender hips.
"Just go for it." Carl takes a deep breath. "Do it."
Ron looks the other boy in the eyes once more, searching for permission; Carl stands his ground and doesn't falter.
He can already smell Carl's blood, making him lightheaded with excitement.
He swallows hard, leaning forwards slowly. He first places soft kisses against the skin of Carl's neck, making the boy relax in his arms and let out a content sigh. He peppers small kisses all over Carl's neck, Carl leaning his head to the side for Ron to have better access to the area; swiping his hair out of the way before putting his arm back around Ron's shoulders.
Ron's kisses became more open-mouthed until he was straight up licking Carl's neck, feeling the boy's quickened pulse under his tongue. Carl couldn't help the quiet moans that pushed past his lips, hands grabbing at the back of Ron's shirt; a full out moan escaping him when he felt Ron's sharp teeth graze his skin. His heart is beating as quick as a hummingbird's, feeling as if it's going to burst out of his chest. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he's surprised that he's enjoying it more than he thought he would. But he's still nervous for when the vampire would eventually bite down.
"Ready?" Ron spoke against Carl's skin.
"R-Ready."
With that, Ron wasted no time plunging his teeth into Carl's neck, Carl's body seizing up with a choked off gasp pushed from his lungs. He held onto Ron for dear life as the boy began to suck, pulling blood out of the wound.
Ron groans around his fangs buried as deep as they can go into Carl's flesh, blood dripping from the sides of his mouth and down the other boy's pale skin; trailing down to stain his shirt. His hands grip Carl's hips tightly, pulling him as close as possible as he drinks from the human in long, slow pulls.
Carl's knuckles are white as he fists the fabric of Ron's shirt, body flush against the other's. Even if there's intense pain from being fed on, he can't help but feel his body warm and his face turn a nice shade of red. He's letting out a steady string of quiet gasps and soft groans, eyes falling closed as Ron's are, getting lost in the moment.
Ron extracts his fangs from Carl's neck slowly, licking up the blood that seeped from the fresh wounds as it welled up on Carl's skin. Carl feels dizzy, yet content, even if he's in pain.
He gets satisfaction from seeing his boyfriend so happy and relaxed, his thirst for blood quenched with no risk of him going out and doing anything stupid or dangerous to get access to it. He only has so much blood of his own to offer, though, but he's hoping that feedings like this once and a while will make the vampire feel better.
"You okay?" Ron asks, stroking his boyfriend's sides through his shirt gently. He still holds him as close as possible, even if that means getting blood on his own shirt.
"Y-Yeah." Carl swallows hard, but smiles nonetheless. "A little lightheaded. But okay."
They share a quiet moment together, the only sound in the room that of their breathing.
"Do you feel any better?" Carl asks, resting his forehead against Ron's.
"So much better. This means a lot to me, I-" He cuts short, unable to get the correct words in order. "-Thank you."
"I don't know how often I could do this," Carl laughed. "But I'll do it whenever I can."
"I don't want to push you too hard." He continued to gingerly stroke Carl's hips. "You only have so much blood in you."
"I know, but I'll give any I can."
Ron hummed, content, as he cuddled with Carl in a comfortable silence.