A/N: This is based on the Ghoul AU that Cirilee on tumblr created. Hope you enjoy it!

Stanford and Fiddleford stared at each other across the table. One of dispair, the other stern and firm.

"...I don't wanna do this..", Ford said, ears folded down in dismay.

"...You HAVE to.. I don't want you to starve..", Fids argued yet again, concern blending into his expression.

Ford sighed and stared down at the table.

"I know.. I just.. I wish animal blood was enough..", he sighed, a finger trailing one of his sharp insizers.

"Ford.. I'll be okay.", Fiddleford promised, coming over and hugging him close.

Ford heaved a long sigh. He hated doing this. Fiddleford already looked pale from time to time. But he had no other choice. Animal blood just didn't do it for a ghoul. It wasn't rich enough to sustain him.

Carefully, Ford pulled back the shirt and hovered his mouth over Fidd's exposed shoulder.

"...I'm sorry..", he whispered.

"It's okay.", the other urged, closing his eyes to prepare for the bite. "..drink. ...Please."

After a moment's of hesitation, Ford bite down, his teeth sinking into the soft warm flesh that momentarily flinched from the sharp pain.

Fids winced and held back the urge to whine. It was better to feed him than to let him get hungry, he told himself. After a couple of swallows into it, as Ford settled into the rhythm of drinking, they both relaxed.

"S-see?", Fiddleford tried to sound encouraging. "It's okay.. I'm alright."

He could hear Ford sigh as he drank and he gently kissed his ear to be encouraging.

"It's alright Ford.. You're not hurting me..", he reassured sweetly.

Ford felt horrible. He did feel like a monster. Having to feed on a human, his friend, his lover. Blood seemed so precious. It was a piece of life. It was what sustained life and life itself is so amazing. How could Fiddleford just give it away for him? He felt guilty for having to feed on him like some sort of sick parasite. He knew without human blood he was bound to dry up and die. And if he claimed any victim he'd have "murderer" to add to monster.

Fiddleford knew he felt like this. He always said it. Ford felt weak in his fight against the need to drink blood, and that's why Fids always tried to be patient and reassuring, or even encouraging of it. It hurt, for a while, yet to the engineer it felt like something special. Understanding Ford meant by no means to hurt him or only use him, and that he was always sure not to take too much or expose Fids to becoming infected, the way he treated and cared for him after these feedings made the man feel so special and so loved. He wanted to care for Ford in the same manner and does his best to reassure him in every way that it's okay and he didn't have to be afraid.

"I'm alright.", he repeated in Ford's ear, feeling him slowly loosen up. "It's okay, Ford. Drink as much as you need.. Let me be the strong one this time. I'll look out for you, I always will.."

Ford sighed again, softly this time. He slowed down in drinking, allowing it to satisfy his instincts. His bent-down ears slowly lifted up, more calm.

Fiddleford smiled some, happy to see his lover relax. He kissed Ford's cheek and tried to think of a way to make it more enjoyable for the both of them.

"...I love you.", he said, gently hugging him closer, feeling the other's cheeks grow warm. "I love seeing you relax.. You're so cute when you are.."

Ford returned the hug gently, his breathing was slowing down as he calmed some more. Fiddleford ran a hand through his hair.

"Kgrrrr...", Ford purred, arching his neck to tilt his head into the touch some which made Fiddleford chuckle.

"See, you're not a monster.. You're like a sweet little pet, I get to protect and take care of..", he cooed, still stroking Ford's hair like fur.

He watched Ford's ears slowly bend back against his head, embarrassed by the flattery as they turned a brighter green. Fiddleford grinned and leaned closer to whisper softly.

"And I take very good care of my pets...", he said, earning a shiver and hungrier pull on his shoulder for more blood as Ford whined softly, needily. "Drink as much as you like.. It's okay.. I know you won't hurt me..and you know I won't let you get hurt.. That's what makes this okay... Feed if you need to, it'll be alright... I promise, I'll always love you."

Ford gently pulled up to kiss and gently lick the wound in appreciation and affection before returning to drinking.

Fiddleford cooed and urged and went on, earning soft bites, kisses, and whines until finally Ford pulled away. Blushing green in the face and dazed-looking.

"...Are you done?", Fiddleford asked, earning a small nod.

The two touched foreheads as Ford caught his breath. The ghoul leaned forward and gently kissed Fiddleford.

"Thank you..", he breathed quietly. "I... y..you're so generous...and kind to me.. I don't know what I can do in return..."

Fiddleford smiled lovingly back, his own face turning a few shades more pink.

"...Don't have to do anything for me..", he said. "Just let me know when you need to feed again, okay?"

"I mean, you don't just let me drink, you make me feel like it's okay.. It's.. it's not something horrible or monsterous of me.", Ford said, pouting a little. "..I feel so guilty, like I can't give you enough in return..."

"Stanford...", Fids gently cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly, earning a soft purr from the other. "..as long as you're happy and satisfied, then so am I..."

Ford smiled and nodded.

"...I love you.", Ford smiled.

"That's all I'll ever need.", Fids returned.