So... Yeah. I dunno. Just read this, I guess.


Scout sat at the table in the mess hall, fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood. The cogs in his mind turned at an alarmingly fast rate as he mulled over the situation he was in. His tongue flicked around in his mouth, running over his long, fanged canines. They were sharp enough that even with the gentle touch, they cut open his tongue, spilling coppery liquid into his mouth. He savored the metallic taste, but it wasn't the same. It couldn't quench the undeniable hunger.

His stomach was clenching and churning painfully as it begged for food. He had tried to quench the hunger with regular food, but it ended up tasting like dried dirt mixed with wet dog shit, and almost made him puke.

No, there was only one thing that could quench the gnawing hunger, only one thing that could give him the sustenance he needed.

He needed blood. Warm, fresh from the tap, crimson, life-giving liquid... His mouth salivated as he pictured himself biting into the succulent flesh of a neck- Any neck. What little blood still pumped through his veins gave life to his member as he picture the skin, bare and inviting, picture his hands running over the smooth body, down the sides...

And then gripping hard flesh as his mouth worked at draining the blood that spurted from the puncture wounds in the neck. He moaned quietly, almost loosing himself in the fantasy.

He needed food. He needed blood. But who was going to give it to him? That was his current predicament. So far he had lived on the blood of his dead enemies before respawn took them- an effective way of hiding his secret. After all, the dead told no secrets. Even if they came back to life later.

But there had been very little fighting the past week. RED had effectively fortified the defenses around the point, and BLU was wary of going on the offense, sure that without a plan they would get slaughtered.

So no casualities, and that meant no food. There wasn't a town anywhere near here that he could visit. He couldn't just feed on any of his team mates. Even if he sucked them dry, drained their entire body of blood until they were dead, they would just come back, thanks to respawn. This presented a bit of a complication. It would not do to have his team mates know of his... condition.

If word spread, he would no doubt lose the position- no, maybe worse. The higher-ups might remove him from Respawn, and kill him off. And he certainly didn't want to die. Again, anyway.

So now he was thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Yet nothing was coming to mind. It seemed like there was no possible way he could feed without his secret getting out. Short of wandring into enemy territory alone, and he doubted that would be very successful. They were likely grouped, and even if he could manage to kill 3 or 4 people, there'd be no way he'd have enough time to feed on any of the corpses before more would come running to action.

And right now he was craving fresh blood, the kind that was still coursing through veins as he drank...

And it was more than just a craving. If he didnt' get blood soon, he was sure he would whittle away into nothing and die off. And he wasn't sure if Respawn could bring him back from that. Even if it could, he would no doubt die once again soon after, leaving him in an endless loop of suffering, never even getting the chance to drink blood again...

He shuddered at the thought. He'd sooner let his secret be figured out than suffer that fate. But there had to be a way to do this discretely...

"'Ey, boyo!" A loud greeting came from behind him, and Scout shut his mouth to hide his teeth. He turned and spotted the dark skinned demolition expert approaching.

"Hey, scotty." He mocked in return. He wasn't a boy, far from it. He had lived longer than all of these guys. Vampirism tends to keep one... remarkably fresh. Over the hundreds of years he had lived, he never once lost his youthful appearance. He had been turned at the young age of 17, only two weeks until he reached adult hood. His mother had intended to turn him on his actual birthday, but just like her son, she was too impatient.

"You've been drinkin' again." It was a declaration, not a question. The alcohol on his breath reached scout's nose even from way over here.

"Eh... I don't feckin' care... Not like anything's happenin out there any-who."

A lightbulb went off inside his head as he eyed the stumbling drunkard, bottle of scrumpy in his hand, the strong alcohol sloshing around as he attempted to stay upright. Demo was drunk. He personally was a light weight, and rarely touched alcohol, but knew that it lead to blackouts...

He didn't particularly find the idea of drinking the alcohol thinned blood too appealing, but it would be better than feasting on a corpse. Maybe. And even if Demo remembered this night, who would believe him when he tried to tell the rest of the team that Scout was a vampire? It would be even more rediculous than his numerous stories of UFO sightings and alien abductions...

But he certainly couldn't just attack him out here, where anyone could walk in and see them. It was still early evening, and he was sure there would be others wandering the base. He had to get the guy alone... And he already knew the best way to do that.

Demo burped, followed by a hiccup, and Scout chuckled at the display. How was he going to go about this...

"Oh man... I could use me self a nice hot lassie right about now..." Demo sighed, stumbling into a chair next to Scout. Serendiptious that he didn't have to even steer the conversation that way.

"Yeah? I bet you get all the ladies, eh?"

"Are ye kiddin'? Ain't getting none! Do ye see any ladies around here?"

Scout shook his head in disagreement. "Well at least you've gotten some before, right?"

"Ya mean to tell me you 'aven't?" Scout forced a blush to his face, feigning embarassment.

"'Course I have! Loads of times!" He masterfully crafted his tone into something that managed to convince the Demo that he was 'lying' when really he had lost count of how many lovers he had had the past century. Demo laughed as he believed the faux-lie.

"For all yer boastin' and braggin, you're still a wee virgin lad!" Scout grumbled. His anger at least wasn't an act, but it certainly lended to the performance he was putting on.

"It ain't cuz I haven't tried!" He objected.

"I mean... I got close once... Back when I was younger... Name was Stacey, had the biggest racks in our year! We were datin' and then one day she just like...dragged me into the bathroom an... an we were kissing and then she stopped and... laughed at my face. Said I was the worst kisser ever, then left..."

"Yowch. That's harsh, lad. So... you really never been with a girl?"

Scout paused for effect, thean said, "Yeah..."

"How about a man?" Scout pretended to be grossed out at the idea, but not too grossed out.

"What? No! I ain't a queer!"

"Never said you was, lad." He was afraid he had reacted to strongly as the man backed off, both of them growing silent for a moment. Then the inebriated man spoke once again. "I ain't one for lovin men either..."

Scout remained silent, watching him cautiously. He had to play this right.

"But... A man can get real lonely out here..."

"What are you tryin to say?"

Demo sighed heavily, and perhaps the alcohol spurred him on. "I'm sayin' maybe we could help eachother out."

Scout screwed up his face as if in thought. He was thinking, but more about how much of a fight to put up rather than whether to agree. Of course he was going to agree. The plan was proceeding better than hoped.

"Er... I ain't never done anythin' like that." Scout said, keeping his eyes to the table.

"You think I have?"

"No, but... I mean..."

"Come on, lad... you can't tell me you're not gettin' tired of your right hand..."

Scout shifted nervously.

"I'm not gay... but..."

"But what?"

"Don't make me say it!"

Demo man grinned. Scout could tell that his act was getting to the man. Fumbling virgin boy, small like a girl... He had the demo in the palm of his hands. His stomache was urging him on, the idea of a feast making the decision easy.

"So... you think we could help eachother out?"

"Er... yeah... I mean it won't be gay! Just... guys like... jack off together all the time, right?"

"Uh... yeah!" Demo agreed to the blatant lie.

"And... I mean it wouldn't hurt if we helped eachother out..." Scout was genuinely startled as the man's strong hands found their way into his lap. Straight to the point, eh? He played up the part, clenching his thighs around the hand and letting out an almost girlish moan.

"Why don't we go somewhere... more private..."