The Vampire Kyle (Kyle X Reader)

Use Me

It had been over a week since Thanksgiving and you haven't seen him at school in days.

He wouldn't answer your texts or Stan's. You both had gone over to the house a few times to see if he was there but no one answered. Both cars in the driveway were gone, suggesting no one was home.

Kyle had been acting strange the days leading up to his absence but he wouldn't say why. He seemed ashamed and secretive about it.

You were never one to give up on your gut instinct. Tonight, you found your way inside the house via the cracked kitchen window to look for clues.

You sneak around the empty house carefully. Your hair stands on end when you hear a faint groaning coming from the basement.

Why is he home by himself? Why wouldn't he answer the phone?

There were heavy locks on the door from the outside. It was clear that he didn't want you or anyone else near him and that he didn't want to let himself out either. You had to see if he was okay, this behavior worried you.

You search all around the house before finding the key. The door creaks open casting a sliver of light over the pitch black of the basement onto Kyle.

He was curled up in the corner of the room with his knees to his chest.

"Kyle?"

He lifts his head glaring at you, "Y/N you need to leave now. I can't believe you would come here!"

His words stung a bit but you persisted.

"Not until you tell me what's going on."

He held onto his body tightly, his face in agony.

"Someone dumped all the old blood from the hospital last week."

He's been starving for days now.

"and it will be a while until the current blood expires. Mom took Ike to another city with her to see if she could get more from another hospital. My dad is out on business so before they left I had them lock me inside just in case I tried to-"

He couldn't bear to finish his sentence. You could only imagine how much it was hurting him. You couldn't leave until you knew he would be okay so you hatch a plan.

His red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he snapped at you again, "Get out."

"But wait I-"

"Get out NOW! You're making everything worse!"

"Just listen to me for a second!" you take a deep breath and calmly continue, "I can let you drink from me."

He's almost crying out still doubled over in pain, "Stop it! It's cruel to even say that at a time like this. You know I can't. I'm going to need a lot and you know it."

"I'll let you drink from me until I feel dizzy then I'll go upstairs and recover then come back down and repeat until you don't need me anymore."

You could tell he didn't like it.

His eyes squeezed shut as another sharp pain rocked him, and his stomach growled in response. "Ok, ok fine."

You recline on the bed and he sat down between your legs.

"There's a pocket knife on the counter just in case you need to use it on me. Don't feel bad if you do, I can't die anyways."

You roll your sleeve up and place it in front of him. He takes your arm with both hands and bites down with as much control as possible. It still hurt though.

You run your fingers through his hair and he moans into the bite. After some time you pat his shoulder, "ok enough now."

He grips you tighter and sucks a little more.

"Enough!" He stops, still keeping his head down.

"How was that?"

"The pain is gone now but I still need more."

He stops you when you're halfway up the stairs.

"Y/N wait," his red eyes were still prominent, "can you lock the door again please?"

...

You had to stop frequently to keep from fainting.

When you come down for the third time you notice his swallows became slower.

"Ok, it's time to stop now. How was that?"

His green eyes had finally returned, "Much better."

"Do you need any more?" You could tell by his eyes that he didn't but you couldn't help but notice him staring at your wrist.

"I mean, I usually eat dinner around this time..."

"Ok!" you move to get up but he pulls you back down.

"No. You don't need to."

"I know I don't. I want to." You tousle his hair and kiss his cheek.

...

He sips gently before sealing your wound and pushing your wrist away.

"Hey, you stopped on your own this time!"

"Im full."

"So you feel better then?"

He leans back against you sighing, "So much better. I feel like I just drained a whole person."

"You probably would have."

He winced at the thought.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You remember what Kyle had once said about blood and sex going hand in hand and decided to see if that was still true.

"Hey," you say brushing his leg, "Can I...?

He shudders, "Fuck yes. But you're gonna have to be on top though."

Immediately stripping your clothes and undoing his fly, you eagerly hop on.

"God, why are you so wet? Doesn't that gross you out?"

"Nothing gross about my reward after!"

You can still taste the metallic tang of your blood on his lips but you loved the way they felt on yours. He grips your hips tightly stroking deep.

He continues to meet your hips as you ride at the perfect pace.

"Just like that! Don't stop!"

He kept wanting more and more today.

"So needy."

He whimpers in your ear, unable to get enough.

"I'm sorry, I know! I'll be better, what do you want from me?"

You bring his hand to your clit and he takes the hint, rubbing soft circles at first before matching the rhythm.

He whines when you tighten on him and finish, he follows quickly after.

You fall off, panting next to him and he gives you a million little kisses thanking you for tonight.

"Do you know when your mom comes back?"

"No, she said she'd text me when there's new information."

"That still could be a long time from now. You can use me until she gets back."

"Are you sure?"

You kiss his cheek and ruffle his hair, "Positive."

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