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[Oh, good, now Majima was on the floor with him and that was kind of Tim's fault because of the whole blood thing, he'd feel really bad about that in like five minutes when he stopped sprouting new limbs and shit. He was staring at his new arm like... well, like it was a new arm that had just yeeted itself outside of his body.]

[Tim looked over at Majima, his reaching hand, and moved to touch him with shaking, bloody fingers when his other shoulder spasmed, wrenching his back into a sharp arch. A bulge rose up on his back, shifting around under skin and muscle towards his empty shoulder socket, deforming his body as it moved like it was a chestburster alien looking for a weak point. Tim made a high-pitched, distressed noise as the pressure reached its breaking point; something had to give, either the thing inside of him or his body, and his skin gave way first. There was another spray of blood-- Tim choked on the pain of it-- and arm number two joined the party.]

Fuck. [Tim was leaning against the side of the tub, breathless, barely able to hold himself upright. The pain started to lull after the limbs were finally out of his body, going from red-hot poker intensity down to a dull ache.] God, fuck. Why does... everything have to happen the worst way?

[justbeingknife]

[ Okay. Okay, this was some weird shit, but Majima could handle a little grossness and blood; after all, his first transformation hadn't exactly been a family-friendly one. Carefully, ever minding his claws, he gave Tim's hand a little squeeze and slid over to the man's side.

Majima could hear feel stretching under his shirt, a high-pitched sort of pop-pop, like the snapping of fishing line. ]

I don't know. Hold on, just for a little bit longer.

[ There was blood all over the floor, on their clothes, on the formerly pristine white of Majima's fur, but look it was probably fine. Or it would be, after the traumatic regrowth. This was good, actually. He had no idea what was going to happen with Tim's kidneys, but hey, three was better than two, probably. Best to have a spare in case of unexpected withdrawals. ]

Lucky you, I got plenty of towels fresh from the wash.

[ You know, since he'd laundered them after the in-home patch job. ]

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[Tim was making a mess of the bathroom, which was why he'd wanted to get in here instead of having this bloodbath happen right on the bed. It was a lot harder to get blood out of a mattress than it was to clean it up off of tile. And thankfully, towels could be bleached to get the stains out of them.]

Oh, that's. That's good.

[His voice was kind of faint, mostly because the pain was starting up again, but this time in his head. Building pressure, like a migraine except so much worse, right behind where his horns should be. Tim groaned and leaned forward, head hanging, and pressed the heels of his hands into his temples.]

Oooh my god, just shoot me.

[The pressure built and built and it felt like something was stuck-- and, well, Tim already had horns, or whatever was left of them, anyway, so where were the new ones supposed to go? He moved his head like it was something that he could escape, except this was kind of a 'the call is coming from inside the house' situation.]

[Then-- a pop, and Tim felt warmth run down his face as the new horns pushed the damaged roots of the old ones out of their way as they came in, like adult teeth pushing out the baby set.]

[Tim wiped a hand over his cheek and it came away bloody.]

Okay, I really need that to be over with. It's, it's too early for this, today hasn't even started yet and I'm. I'm done, I think I'm done.

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima grabbed a towel and blotted away at Tim's temple, replacing the warm running of fresh blood with the fluffy, warm scent of fresh laundry. Somehow, it smelled a little like wolf fur. ]

I'd ask ya where you were keepin' those, but I don't think there's really an answer.

[ Should he be worried? Maybe Majima should be worried about what was going to happen with Kidney #3? Tim probably had enough room in that barreled torso for one extra organ. Majima dabbed at his boyfriend's face and did his best to ignore the gnawing pain he was still feeling in his abdomen. ]

Just a little more. Then we'll call the rest of the day off, huh?

[ God it looked like a murder in here. ]

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[The towel was soft against Tim's face, clearing away some of the blood so that it didn't get into his eyes or something. It smelled like detergent and wolfman, and that was a surprisingly comforting mix, though possibly only to him.]

In my head, apparently? I don't know, it's magic and neither of the gods would explain it even if I asked.

[Because they were both assholes, just like. Slightly different flavors of asshole. Tim still thought the Fog God was the biggest, shittiest asshole of the lot, though.]

[It was like seven AM and Tim already felt like he wanted to go the fuck back to bed. When he looked at Majima, his eyes were just so tired, he was so Done with this shit.]

If you're waiting for my kidneys to grow back, I, ugh. I think they might be already doing that?

[Judging from the insistent ache in his back, anyway. It had kind of been hard to notice underneath the pain of spontaneously regrowing limbs, but yup. That was back pain. Kind of a deep, visceral ache, a uniquely uncomfortable kind of pain, if he wanted to get specific.]

[Then there was a little series of pops-- stitches snapping.]

Ow. Yeah. That's probably what that was.

[justbeingknife]

Here, lemme see.

[ And there Majima was, bending down to examine the stitching over Tim's abdomen. It was easy to pick out the dark thread against his skin, and then literally start picking it out the way someone might pull loose hairs out of their clothing. They left little holes behind, and he had to snip a few with his claws that hadn't broken on their own, but hey. At least he was a surprisingly gentle nurse.

He'd have to take care of his own, too. ]

Are ya feelin' up to a bath?

[ He could clean Tim off and pamper him a little at the same time, bonus. ]

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[Tim turned a little so that Majima could have good access to his stitches; it didn't feel like much when he was pulling them out, just little tugs against his skin. And Majima was a gentle enough hand at it that it wasn't terrible tugging, just a little irritating.]

Yeah, I. I think I'd like to get cleaned up? I'm, um. I'm a mess.

[There was a lot of blood. On him, on the floor, on Majima. Tim would like to keep his bodily fluids to himself for once, they were getting spread all over the scenery way too often for his liking.]

God. It looks like somebody got murdered in here? Sorry? I hope all of this comes out, do you have, uh, do have any seltzer? I think that's what you use for blood.

[But first-- bath. Tim reached back to turn on the hot tap for the bath, his hands clumsy from disuse.]

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Don't worry about it and settle in, ya just grew back about half of yourself.

[ In fact, Majima could only imagine why Tim wasn't fucking starving given what his body had just produced but you know what. He reached over for the showerhead and started to rinse Tim of blood starting from the scalp. Nice thing about that water: it was toasty, and there was plenty of water pressure.

And hey, maybe the bath mats were a lost cause. But Majima didn't much care. What he did care about at present was getting the blood currently soaking Tim's hair and skin off of his boyfriend. After a moment, Majima leaned over the edge of the tub himself, the better aim the water over his shoulders. ]

Still hurt? I got some aspirin.

[ The ache in his own side had subsided after a brief burst of pain and an unsettling squishing sound, but Tim had grown a lot more than he had. ]

...Man, I'm glad I sprang for this tub.

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['Settle in', that was easier said than done. After regrowing like half his body, Tim felt like ten pounds of ass in a five pound bag. The warm sluice of water over his head and shoulders helped, though, and washing off the blood was definitely a step forward in the 'making Tim feel like a real person' department. He let his head hang forward and watched the way the water ran red, then pink, then clear.]

[That should be it. He didn't really have anything left to regrow, did he?]

I think I'll be okay. [He looked over at Majima and reached over to wipe some blood off of his collarbone, where it had spattered.] I shouldn't be regrowing anything else, right?

[Except the itchy feeling hadn't quite subsided yet; it was just around his mouth rather than up in his temples. Which really didn't make any sense, he hadn't lost anything in his mouth.]

Yeah, it was a pretty good in-- aahaaoow--

[There was a spike of pain in his mouth and an awful crunching sound, and the feeling of something moving behind his teeth. Something pushed loose and fell, then another; two objects dropped from his mouth and hit the tub with little plunks. Tim put a hand over his aching mouth and picked up one of the objects.]

[A tooth.]

...What the fuck?

[justbeingknife]

[ In all his life, Majima had never seen himself fishing teeth out of the bath, and yet here he was, plucking up what looked like an incisor and holding it in his palm in minor disbelief. ]

Wow, uh. This brings back memories. Open your mouth for a sec?

[ When Majima had first turned werewolf, his teeth had come in just as suddenly, but like... more violently, so thank god Tim's teeth had a little less get up and go.

He was slipping into the tub himself now, temporarily turning the water more pink again as it washed the blood from his fur. ]

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[Tim ran his tongue over the teeth in his top jaw, and it felt like... things were moving around up there. Which was both super disturbing to feel and also pretty uncomfortable in general; teeth usually didn't move once you got your adult set, and shoving them around to make room for something new wasn't fun.]

[And there was definitely a pair of teeth moving in to the vacancy that were sharper than the last ones.]

Why am I lothing my teef?

[And he can't even talk right, god. The new teeth that moved in were a little bigger than the old ones, and a little longer, so talking around them was weird.]

[When Majima joined him in the tub, though, he opened his mouth to show him the new additions, like he wanted. A pair of brand new incisors, but ones that were sharp and pointy and looked like they'd be much better at puncturing than tearing.]

How'th it look?

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Uh. Okay. Congratulations, you've got fangs.

[ What kind of fangs, however, was the question. Majima stoppered the tub and hung the showerhead up, freeing up his hands so he could lean in for a closer examination. ]

Do minotaurs have those? Seems kinda out of character.

[ But there were deer with fangs, right? So maybe there were cattle, too? Majima put a finger out to test the point of one gleaming tooth, and came away with a drop of blood beading up from the pad of his index finger. This he showed off to Tim. Sharp! ]

If this's permanent, it's gonna make kissing a little more complicated.

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Uh, I'm pretty thure that fangth aren't part of the minotaur package.

[God, how long was he going to be doing this. End his suffering, just shoot him now.]

[Tim looked at the dark red bead on Majima's finger and had the weirdest urge to, like. Lick it? Yeah, that was definitely weird, but maybe he was just being weird today. A lot had happened, he was probably just still thrown by it. It's fine, that was. That was fine.]

I'll try to be careful. [He definitely didn't want some stupid new dental work to mess up his ability to kiss his boyfriend. That should be illegal.] Why am I getting thith now? I thould be done getting new thingth.

[He shouldn't get anything new unless he--]

[Oh.]

Oh.

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[ Majima got the sudden and almost irresistible urge to laugh. It wasn't Tim's fault; god knew the guy had everything and the kitchen sink thrown at him this past week. But the sight of this big old beef slab sitting in a bathtub and lisping his discontent was honestly fucking endearing, and he was relieved his boyfriend was in one weird cowman piece and in the end, Majima wrapped his arms around Tim and smushed his face into the man's neck. ]

"Oh"?

[ Look. Tim had created his monster, and apparently he was going to have to deal with the cuddly consequences. ]

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[Tim wrapped his newly formed beefy arms around Majima, hugging him back while his boyfriend buried his face in his neck. It was great just to be able to hold him again; he hadn’t appreciated how good it was until he couldn’t do it anymore.]

[While he was dealing with the cuddle monster of his own making, Tim was also coming to the realization that he might have made a different monster, too. Played monster mash with himself and maybe didn’t get the result that he’d wanted.]

I asketh Mana for thomething.

[It had seemed like a good idea at the time—exchange Monopoly money for a less horrible feeding method. Now... not so much.]

I wanted a way to eat that didn’t involve killing thomeone?

[justbeingknife]

[ A beat. ]

...you're a vampcow?

[ Wait was there a snazzier way to say that? ] A cowpire?

[ At first, Majima wasn't even looking at Tim, his voice was muffled by Tim's shoulder but this fucker was totally smiling. Now he was pulling back a little, flashing a little fang himself in this dumb grin as he traced the blood-tipped pad of his index finger down over the swell of Tim's exposed pec. ]

But that's good news, right? You did get what ya asked for. [ There was warmth in that smile, too -- happiness, and a sense of genuine relief that it wasn't some new magical bullshit from the fog above. ] And those fangs look good on ya.

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The Nothtferatmoo.

[Deadpan delivery. If he was going to be the butt of these cow vampire jokes, he damn well was going to have the best one. And Majima didn’t always have a monopoly on terrible puns, but most of the time.]

[Majima’s smile was kind of pointy, too— he’d gotten used to fangs, Tim supposed, so surely he could, too. A little less easy to get used to, though, was the warm, sticky drag of that finger down his chest and the smell of blood in the room. It didn’t smell as gross as it should.]

I mean, I gueth? I wanted to do that energy thing, but if I’m careful I could probably do the blood thing and not kill anyone. [So it would do, but it wasn’t ideal. Tim frowned, and the tips of his fangs poked out over his lower lip.] Thankth. Not exactly the aeththetic I was going for, but I’ll work with it.

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Yeah. Maybe take small sips?

[ That could have been a pun, but Majima was talking about feeding before Tim got distractingly hungry. He considered the man for a moment or two, and those protruding fangs. God. Leave it to Tim to turn into a vampire with an overbite. ]

You can practice on me, if ya want.

[ Maybe it was actually a bad idea to immediately offer himself as tribute for a newly-minted nosferatmoo. Maybe that. At the same time

Majima couldn't say he wasn't curious. ]

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[Tim was going to breeze on past that pun and pay attention to the important part of this conversation, the part where Majima offered to be a Capri Sun for Ryslig’s newest cowpire. That sounded like a bad idea? Like a terrible idea, like an idea that ended in tears and exsanguinated lovers.]

[‘Practice’ on him, like it was massage technique or something, not sticking his fangs in to drink his sweet werewolf blood.]

Uh. Is that a good idea? I might really hurt you.

[So therefore he should do it to someone who he wasn’t in love with first. But on the other hand... he was kind of hungry, and Majima always looked good enough to eat.]

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[ Majima's response was to put a hand up to Tim's cheek, rubbing at a stray spot of blood with the back of a fuzzy hand. ]

I trust you.

[ He probably also should have tried to find out ahead of time whether this was going to hurt, or whether vampires had some kind of anesthetic ability that would make Tim a big old cowsquito. Love made him stupid, apparently. ]

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Uh. I mean. If you're sure?

[Tim still had some doubts, but, like. Majima was an adult. He could decide if he wanted to get bitten by a cowpire, that was his prerogative or whatever. Who was Tim to deny him if he wanted to find out what it was like to be a cowsquito's juice box?]

[Love made them both a pair of dumbasses, apparently.]

Do, uh. Do you want me to go for the neck? Or is that too obvious? I, uh, I guess I could find another place to bite?

fuck it, full cowpire trash

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[ Majima tilted his head to the side, baring the long line of his neck and shoulder before his skin disappeared into the warm expanse of white fur. ]

Neck's fine, just don't nick an artery. You know where those are, right?

[ Was it wrong that he wanted Tim to go for the neck? Probably. But look, Tim was a big, strapping nosferatmoo, so maybe Majima could be forgiven for his fascination. Long fingers wrapped gently under Tim's jaw and tipped his chin forward. Closer. ]

C'mere.

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[Majima drew him closer, guiding his face towards the warm, smooth column of his throat like he wasn’t a monster with newly minted puncturing fangs. The offer was a little too much for him to resist, at least after Majima had said yes so many times, anyway. He very clearly wanted this and Tim was kind of hungry.]

I, um, yeah. I think so.

[Pretty sure he knew where the big ones were, anyway. Tim put his face into Majima’s neck, first just kissing it— almost as an apology. This might hurt, after all, and Tim really hated the idea of hurting his boyfriend, even if the guy had asked for it.]

[Then, he opened his mouth and there was the soft scrape of sharp teeth on skin, and Tim bit down.]

[The feeling of yielding flesh under his teeth was satisfying, but not more satisfying than the warm pulse of blood that ran over his tongue, salty-sweet and lovely. And the bite, at least, of the Nosferatmoo was a kinder one— much more pleasant than painful, and probably paired nicely with being held in big, beefy arms.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Kisses were nice. They were quite nice, in fact, so when Tim touched his lips to the surface of Majima's skin, the werewolf responded by looping his arms around his boyfriend's beefy neck. ]

Oh.

[ The press of the man's fangs did hurt a little -- a brief sting was the way Majima would describe it. But it certainly wasn't enough to put him off. Nor was the sharp scent of blood. In fact, the Nosferatmoo's embrace, combined with the heat of the bath water, felt so strangely good that Majima leaned into it with a sigh, the tips of his fingers tracing little shapes over the back of Tim's swole shoulders. ]

Tim...

[ The name came as a murmur, inviting and affectionate. ]

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[Well, Majima sure seemed to like the kiss of the Nosferatmoo, going from that sweet sigh and the way he traced his fingers over Tim’s shoulders. The noises he made were encouraging, and Tim moved a hand to the back of Majima’s neck to angle his head better and really go for it. Bite down into pliant tissue and get another wave of heat over his tongue, another taste of him.]

[Everything about it felt good— the willing, unresisting body in his arms, the blood running down his throat, the way he could feel a faint pulse in his jaw. There was some instinct that told him to shift his bite to feel it better, up higher on his neck and deeper, but that—]

[Tim loosened his bite. That was probably enough of that. Majima was his boyfriend, not a steak. This was just a little sampler.]

[When he pulled back, there were two clear punctures on his neck, surrounded by redness that would probably eventually bruise. It stopped bleeding quickly enough, but there was still a little slip of blood that ran down his collar, and Tim couldn’t help licking it up.]