Drabblerotic 2014 - E is for Entry and Escape

[charisstoma]

Title: The Feeding part 2 (m/m, alien/vampire)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: E is for Entry and Escape
Continues from Part 1 And darn you you onecrazycanuke.


After settling Jeremy for the night, showing him where water and what seemed to be nutrients acceptable to the fauna of the indigenous population could be had in his cubical, Zrink settled himself for a needed rest cycle. Keeping and maintaining a food producer was difficult at first until they acclimated to their new situation. Still he didn’t expect the pleasurable dream of Jeremy visiting him during the night; nor of finding the small punctures which were hardly visible on his procreation organ in the morning. It was disquieting.

The ship responded that it had provided answers to questions of exit and that a person had used the transporter off the ship during the sleep period. It also said that one of the entry/exit responders had been removed. Zrink narrowed his eyes. Such presumptuous disobedience deserved correction and it would be given. Giving the ship instructions of how to deal with his wayward food producer, should he come back, Zrink went in search of a possible alternate producer. A person has to eat after all, even if the producer of one’s first choice wasn’t available. He sighed, in the interim he’d have to use the archaic method of collection and put on durable dark colored lower limb coverings. One never knew where one would have to kneel for nourishment.

It took him five hours of work, in a nice house that catered to feeding people, to equal two hours of feeding from Jeremy time. There wasn’t any cuddling afterwards and it was necessary to explain that he didn’t ingest his meals through that orifice, not even for extra local monetary units. It was unsatisfying, so the ship’s announcing that Jeremy was located in his cubical per instructions raised joyful emotions in Zrink. Yet, an arms akimbo stance was not what he’d hoped to find when Zrink entered Jeremy’s cubical.

“YOU went feeding someplace else and you’ve ruined me,” Jeremy started off, “feeding from others wasn’t as good.”

“Well I’ve wasted almost twice the time to obtain nourishment from inferior sources,” Zrink rebutted.

“Oh,” was simultaneously said in surprise by both.

Jeremy started laying out the possibilities, “Okay, I need to feed every three days usually, except if high energy activity occurs. Feeding you qualifies. I figure that if I graze on a couple people every four days with small daily feedings from you I should thrive.”

Zrink nodded, “we could feed on the same individuals at the same time then return here and you sleep on my bed.”

“In your bed,” Jeremy corrected. “I’m sleeping in your bed and I want more than that damn probe up my ass occasionally.”

Sighing Zrink thought, it would take a while to break Jeremy of his bad habits but it might just be worth it. He’d just have to be patient.

It took five months before Zrink admitted that; one, Jeremy was bent on getting his own way. Two, that doing what Jeremy liked could be considered pleasurable and three, that Jeremy’d won.

Comments

[onecrazycanuck.livejournal.com]

I will gladly take the blame for this. They are so cute.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

You ask questions. *frowns* And then there's this sharp pain about ankle height. My feet are elevated up onto a 12" step stool or I fear that the pain would be egregious.

Cat souls in vampire bodies make for very nice characters.
ooooooh a vampire feline familiar ooooooooh.
I'm blaming this one on you too if I write it.