overjoyed_logs | Pre-Game catchall stuff

[ Look no one told him this was going to simultaneously hurt and be the most uncomfortably pleasurable thing he's felt in a while?? And all that aside he wasn't expecting to be bitten. Macked on, felt up maybe, made out with a little? Sure. But having Crowley drag him over and do...this is so far beyond what Rhys was expecting that he literally can't fathom a course of action beyond struggling to breathe while it feels like his neck's mildly on fire.

What is Crowley doing to him?? Like, obviously there's the bite but he's...drinking? His blood? And it feels wrong and amazing and that causes another very pathetic sound to spill for from him. If his whole body hadn't locked up like that he might've done something about the way it all goes straight to his stomach and beyond, but luckily that's not the case and Rhys is spared that embarrassment.

The state of his pants might be a little less than desirable when Crowley pulls back. It's both sobering and very uncomfortable and drags a pained grunt out of him as the fangs leave his skin none-too-gently, and finally Rhys's gaze drops to the man beneath him in utter incomprehension, mouth agape. He says something about bloodsucking and all he can think is oh, he bit me and then there's a hand on his chest and his...pants are just. All sorts of uncomfortable right now and Rhys still hasn't processed entirely that Crowley made a snack out of him instead of "getting it on."

So yeah. Definitely still alive, definitely still not processing this situation all that efficiently. ]

Yuh....youuu, you bit me. [ Someone give this man a genius award. His voice literally warbled and cracked saying that. ]

[ Crowley is never going to sleep with Rhys not being mean just #facts. ]

Yeah. [ Said flatly, in a tone that makes it sound like he's bored. Questions were answered and now Crowley wants nothing more than to wallow in his own self-pity. Even with energy coursing through him now and the fact that he was full, no longer on the verge of death, this sort of physical contact wasn't necessary once everything was done with. ] But it's over, so move off of me.

[ But wait... there's more.

Desperately he wants to ignore the obvious, Rhys is limp but hard at the same time and just a second of contact is more than enough for Crowley's lifetime. ]

You're seriously gross.

[ Look Rhys wants to ignore all this as well alright? Because this is just all sorts of not what he thought it was and he's not even sure what he's supposed to do with this development? Crowley's drawing attention to his very obvious discomfort and if he had the blood for it he'd flush hard. He hasn't lost that much, but it's split between his racing heart and his...yeah. That. Alright??

He's making a sound of disbelief and embarrassment as he claps a hand over his wounds, and they smart appropriately with a throb of pain. ]

Wh--you were the one that...--you called me closer, and then you...! [ What was he supposed to do or think in that situation???? ] It's your fault!

[ But he's pushing himself up quickly, trying to scrounge together some semblance of composure. It doesn't really work. ]

Yeah? [ Not a question, he's fully aware of what he did and how he went about it. Perhaps this scenario could have gone a different direction where Crowley could have bit Rhys' neck, but they unfortunately don't live in that reality. What's done is done. ] I went on a whim, really, something was telling me that biting would help me so... it's only logical that I get you closer so I can.

[ It's just?? common sense. ]

I didn't do anything. You're just a freak.

You bit me, and I'm the--? [ That's not how that works at all, how rude?? Rhys is a victim of circumstance here, primarily Crowley;s mouth circumstances. Because he's pretty sure the fact that he nearly got off on being bitten and having his blood sucked out of him is not something he's generally into. Guaranteed if someone else tried it, it would not give him his current problem. ]

You did this! Not me.

[ Nothing is Crowley's fault and it's all Rhys' for being a loser. This isn't even an opinion just facts. ]

You're the one that liked it a little too much, right? Then it's definitely your fault. Don't go pushing the blame on me just because you're easily aroused.

[ That being said. ]

I can feel it, so do you mind getting off?

Ohhhh my gh--you are the literal worst friend ever, you know that?? What if--oh gods, what if you infected me?? And now I'm going to die and bite people??

[ THIS FACT ONLY JUST NOW OCCURS TO HIM as he hurriedly pushes himself up proper and moves off of Crowley and his bed forever. His hand clamps back over the bleeding puncture marks which have naturally ruined his very-expensive shirt. Awesome :c ]

[ He shrugs his shoulders casually, as if all those wonderful questions Rhys had every reason to be anxious about were on the bottom of his list of worries. ]

I don't know. I guess then we'd both be bloodsuckers. [ Drinking human blood. Starving if they refused and their bodies rejecting everything else.

He wonders what else about his body had changed. ]

But when it happened to me it was instant, probably just a few seconds later and my entire body was on fire. You should be fine unless you're experiencing that.

No, I'm...not. That's good right? [ he's got an uncomfortable boner but that's flagging pretty quickly with all this judgment and mortification he's feeling right now. Not exactly sexy. ]

Yeah. Okay, sooo not gonna be a bloodsucker, that's good. You're still a total ass, like--you made it seem! Like...like that.

You suck, and I guess that's in all ways now.

[ Crowley nods slowly, as if to help Rhys understand that he's fine and he won't be turning into... whatever the hell he is. A bloodsucker? A night dweller? He leave the doctors to figure that one out. ]

Like that? [ He glances elsewhere, feigning innocence as a smile appears on his lips. ] I'm not interested in sex, nor am I interested in having sex with you, [ Just throwing that last part out there. ] I was just hungry. Don't sound so grumpy about it, you helped me survive.

[ a bro helping a bro out a total broship ]

Haha. Your jokes suck, too.

I wasn't meaning--I didn't mean s-sse...sex. Okay? [ He's an adult, he can word.

Rhys also just blurts out he thought maybe there was something a little more emotionally intimate about this which clearly there isn't, and now he's considering rethinking the depth of their friendship. Because wow Crowley, wow. ]

And and I can be as upset about it as I want! You bit me and used me like food. That's...gross. [ especially in his pants :c those were dry-cleaned recently. ]

What else is 'that' supposed to mean?

[ Call Crowley a fool, but in his defense his mind just blocks out romance and the possibility of him falling for someone. All of his relationships are shallow enough that an ant could swim through it. Questioning it now was just Rhys finally seeing the light--

But already know that he's not going anywhere so boohoo. ]

Gross? We kill cattle for beef, pigs for pork... what's the difference?

The difference is we're friends. It's not like I'm going to cut a piece out of you for dinner! [ That said, if Crowley ever tries that with him Rhys is outtie in so many ways. He draws the friendship line at cannibalism.

Boner-inducing blood sucking is still in debate right now. Rhys is too embarrassed and flustered to make a friendship call on that ~~but we all know how that ends anyway so~~ ]

That's right, we're friends, so I don't see you as food. [ Maaaaan when those memories kick back Rhys is gonna Die. ] But I need you.

[ Need. It's such a pathetic word but Crowley realizes that he'll have to use it in order to survive. The simplicity of living has left him and now he requires other measures, other necessities, to live and see the next day. He'll need blood, from who is the most important obstacle he and his family will have to discuss if they still wanted to bother keeping him. ]

You're going to keep this a secret. [ Another order. ] And for now, maybe just one more time, I'll need blood from you.

[ All he ever had to say was "need."

Rhys has never been needed in his life before. The Nine, his family, his parents have never really required him for anything. There's the cursory "being an heir" to his parents' wealth and land sure, but beyond that? Nothing. He barely speaks to them, sees them even less. For anyone to actually want him around or need him strikes a chord so deep inside Rhys's chest he almost forgives Crowley for everything there on the spot. He wants to forgive him. To help out however he can.

So when the orders come Rhys finds himself nodding dumbly, surprise still written in his features as his faintly-bloody hand falls away from his neck. ]

How...how soon? [ he croaks out, throat dry. ]

Edited 2017-02-12 10:01 (UTC)

[ Genuinely speaking Crowley using Rhys for this purpose shouldn't be all that surprising, nor should he ever be forgiven for dragging someone in and biting without any sense of warning. At least that's what he believes. But he expects him to stay, because despite the minor (major) details of their relationship the day they permanently leave each other to rot seems far off. ]

Well you know what happens after three days. [ Now. ] I don't know what my family is going to do about all of this, so... [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] Just stay here for a little bit until they figure out whether or not they wanna kick me out or something. I bet they'll wanna question you since you've got first hand experience.

Besides, you're not that busy are you?

[ He can't not be an asshole for more than five seconds sorry. ]

I technically have a job now you know... [ But that's not exactly Rhys saying no either. He doesn't look very opposed to the idea, just uncomfortable and uncertain what to do. Of course given the choice now he thinks, it might not be too bad to give him a little more. Preferrably drawn with needles instead of fangs, but if Crowley asks like he had earlier he's very doubtful he could say no.

Especially after how it feels.

Rhys finds himself swallowing thickly at the thought. ]

I--sh, should be able to work something out. Probably.

[ Pieces click together and everything is arranged in a way that it fits perfectly. Honestly Crowley was only a tad bit confident that things would work out so smoothly, this entire idea coming last minute, but now he breathes a small sound of relief as his eyes soften.

He doesn't like relying on people. He doesn't like having to rely on Rhys either considering that the reaction to anything he does is never short from a huge explosion. It's tiring, to be honest, but he's glad to have found answers and how he will be able to live--blood, he'll continue to drink blood and survive in order to find the person who did this to him.

What will happen then? ... That can be saved for another day. ]

You'll find time for me. [ He says, leaning back against the headboard of his bed. ] I mean, you already did just to come all the way here.

Well yeah because you made it sound like you were dying, which is...s-sort of accurate. I guess. [ Rhys squints a little and tries to straighten his hair out, but that means he also accidentally runs his bloody hand through his hair and when he realizes he makes a sound of disgust. ]

--Ugh, are you kidding me?? That's--ugh. If I'm staying, you're letting me use your shower.

[ Crowley can only give Rhys that blank, empty stare accompanied with a chilling smile at that first half. He was dying and despite being well now it's still nothing he wishes to joke about now--too soon, man. ]

You're so gross.

[ Crowley decides to move out of his bed, having been ridden there for days straight leaving his legs aching to move. ]

Go ahead, just don't leave it a mess or I'll have you clean it for the next ten years of your life. [ Is he joking? Is he serious? Who knows it's Crowley, Rhys' apparent best friend in the Quad and honestly probably his worst decision. Or at least in the list of all his bad decisions. ] And I'll go tell my family that I'm no longer knocking at death's door, I'm sure they'll be overjoyed.

Haha, very funny. I don't so manual labour, you know that. [ This is Rhys being dismissive and much less frazzled, because if anything can pull him out of that it's his sense of vanity. The fact that he just smeared his own blood in his hair takes greater priority than boner-bites. And family matters.

Mostly because his own family matters very little to him. ]

Have fun telling your folks you suck?

You'll learn just like the servants do. [ You know on his hands and knees. In a position where Crowley could accidentally step on his fingers. ]

If you make one more joke I promise I'll snap your neck.

Wooooow, that's just... Ugh. Why are we friends again? [ Also WOW x2 FOR THAT MENTAL IMAGE CROWLEY ]

I'm not going to repeat myself~!

[ He already said he needs you?? Anyway Crowley is gonna go and tell his family that he's a vampire enjoy your shower Rhys. The years to come will be awful. ]

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