Current mood:	embarrassed
Entry tags:	au, fic, genre:gen, rating:r, tony/oc, whateververse

FIC: Thirst - R - gen
Um yeah. Vampires.

Written in September, but posted publicly for amonitrate 's Halloween Fic A Thon



At first Tony thinks it's dehydration. Too many single-malt bourbons and not enough seaweed smoothies.

He chugs water and Gatorade all day but that doesn't help much. He has no appetite, but this is normal when he's working on something, so Pepper doesn't harangue him about it. She also doesn't say anything about the weird hickey on his neck, because Tony likes to wear trophies sometimes.

He eats at dinnertime out of habit, and because he's thirsty still, and he knows that sometimes the body gets hunger and thirst confused. An hour later he feels sick and throws up the dinner. Tony thinks maybe he is coming down with something, so he goes to bed early.

*
Tony yelps when she bites into his neck, then moans when she rocks her hips down, impaling herself on him. He uses her waist for leverage and thrusts upward, driving into her. He doesn't mind that she's still biting him, or that she's sucking lightly at his neck in time with his thrusts. It's kinky, and he's okay with that.

"Let me kiss you," he whispers. She stops biting and drags the tip of her nose across his chin, teasing him. Tony cups her face in his hands and pulls her lips to his. As he dips his tongue into her mouth, he tastes blood. His blood.

Her thighs clench around him and as she climaxes, she throws her head back and laughs. Her nails are scraping down his sides and the intermix ratio of pain and pleasure is enough to send him over the edge. His back arches and he's coming...

*
The next day, when Tony wakes up half-hard and blinded by the sunlight Jarvis lets into his bedroom, he's more thirsty than he's ever been in his entire life. He gulps down the morning espresso Pepper brings him but pukes it up fifteen minutes later. He feels drained even after sleeping for twelve hours.

Tony decides he has a stomach virus, and takes some painkillers to numb the achiness in his body. Pepper wants him to call a doctor, but Tony tells her viruses have to be left to the body's immune system and there's nothing besides fluids and bed rest a doctor would prescribe anyway. Pepper cancels all his appointments but opts to work in the mansion instead of taking the rest of the day off.

Tony tries to sit outside by the pool because being outside improves his mood, but is forced to come back inside when he starts to burn after only a few moments. He is disappointed but knows that sometimes medicine makes the skin photosensitive. He drinks three glasses of water.

Pepper tells him to go to bed but he flops down on the couch next to where she is working and closes his eyes. He wants to work in the shop, but knows he is too weak to do anything productive. She tells Jarvis to dim the living room and Tony falls asleep.

Pepper's loud typing wakes him up at dinnertime. He asks her what emails from the Board of Directors pissed her off so much. She makes an odd face but obliges him by closing her laptop. He asks for water, and when she brings him the fourth glass she insists he see a doctor. It's just past dusk and Tony feels a little strength return to him, but assures her he'll make a phone call if he's not better in the morning.

Pepper starts to collect her things, and hisses when she accidentally paper-cuts herself. Tony sits up as she cradles the bleeding finger, and suddenly his mouth is watering because he can smell it. He takes her hand from her, inspecting the wound. She insists that it's only a bandage away from being fixed, but then he's staring at it and his eyes are glazing over, and before she can protest he has it in his mouth. Sucking on it.

It is irrational. Some distant part of Tony's brain knows this, but all he can think about is how good it tastes, better than every $100 steak he's ever eaten. In fact, it's almost sweet. Pepper yanks her hand away from him and looks scandalized. Tony is suddenly very aware of the veins in her neck and wrist throbbing just below the surface of her fair skin.

And he's still so thirsty...