Rick rised his eyebrows and then smirked.
"You ate his face?", he asked, highly amused. "Seriously? While he was still alive?"

"Yep. He screamed like a bitch and pissed his pants before he bled to death." Vincent answered.

"Well.. who won't be screaming?", said simply Rick, shrugging. "Did he deserve it?"

"Well...kind of. He punched a woman before he turned his attention to me and he tried punching me too." Vincent answered with a shrug.

"Well...sort of. I was drunk at the time, and all I really cared about was that he tried punching me. Getting rid of him was like squishing a bug." Vincent replied.

"You are such an insane asshole", sighed Rick, finishing his food and giving Vincent his plate. "Is there maybe more?"

"Yeah, we have more. You want another meal?" Vincent asked as he took the empty platter and fork.

"Yup. Can be another meal", he said simply and relaxed against the pillows. "How often do you need to drink blood?"

"More often than I usually do. I often forget that I need it until I feel weak and sickly." Vincent replied with another casual shrug.

"Oh? So you can actually forget about it? Interesting", he mused, rubbing his chin and only now feeling stubble there. "I should shave.."

"I can help you with that later. Now that I'm reminded, I'm going to open a blood bag." Vincent said softly before walking toward the door.

"Mhm.. Bon apetit", said Rick and wondered how blood tasted for other male.
It needed to have something more to it than it's normal metalic with copper taste. How could it taste... indeed..

Vincent was gone for awhile, heating up another meal and getting a blood bag he had in the fridge. He opened up the part that would be used for an IV tube and inserted a bendy straw before heading to the bedroom and he handed Rick his meal. He sat on the bed and started drinking from the blood bag like it was a regular drink.

Rick shifted when he saw his meal ready. Taking the plate from Vincent he glanced at the bag of blood he was holding.
"How does it taste?", he asked simply. "How do you feel when drinking it?"

Vincent pulled away from the straw and gulped what was in his mouth. "It depends on the blood type. Type O is the sweetest and the RH + blood goes down smoother for me."

"Oh, great. So you can eat me", muttered Rick, rolling his eyes since he had the exact blood type Vincent liked so much.

Vincent chuckled softly and he reached over to gently pinch Rick's chin. "You do have the blood type I like, but I won't eat you unless you tell me. I'd drink from you all the time if I could, and if I wasn't going to get kicked." he said before pulling his hand away. "You should feel flattered though. You're a rare blood type."

Rick was way to surprised to slap Vincent's hand when he pinched his cheek and when he tried to do it the hand was removed from there.
"Flattered? By what? That before they found someone for transufusion I would be long dead?", he asked, rolling his eyes once again.

"You should be flattered that not many vampires get a taste of o positive blood." Vincent replied before sipping from his blood bag again.

"Huh? I don't understand.. Why should I be flattered?", he asked, tilting his head while taking a bite of his another helping.

"You have such a rare blood type, and not many vampires get to taste what type o tastes like. It's a rare blood type and so sweet, like fresh wine." Vincent replied.

"And you really think I should be proud that I am like a walking bottle of good, old wine to every vampire?", he asked, smirking.

"Well...I feel you should, but you're also a walking target for any starving vampire, like me. I can control myself, though...to a point. I also know you wouldn't let me drink from you without trying to hit me over the head with something." Vincent replied before sipping from the bag again.

"True. I would try to do everything that I could to hurt you.. though you did drink a lot at our first.. time", he muttered, glaring at Vincent but still smiling. "I would say it would be only fair if I would take one of your balls as well."

"You're not getting one of my balls, so forget it." Vincent replied with a grin. "You keep talking about it, I'll take a finger."

"You want to be with me and have me all to yourself.. but you still are able to say you will take my finger?", he asked, rising his eyebrows. "Sick fuck.."

"...you got a point there. Doesn't help my situation does it?" Vincent asked with a slight chuckle.

"Nope. It doesn't. Think about everything you have done to me", he said, rolling his eyes. "And I actually have an idea. If you want to prove to me you want to be with me and want me to be only with you.. then let me cut out one of your balls. It will grow back anyway. But.. it is my condition."

Vincent thought about it. It would pretty much make them even...well, sort of. "...alright, but we keep ours in the same jar." he replied after what felt like hours of a pause.

Rick gave Vincent the look and sighed.
"I don't give a shit. It's creepy enough with you keeping that in your damn fridge", he said, sighing. "You're lucky I don't really care.."
And Rick didn't realise that this fact alone made him as much insane as the vampire.

Vincent finished his blood bag and looked at it for a few moments before looking at Rick. "You want me to help you shave first? Just to get that out of the way?"

"Nice change of subject.. but you can do that. And... why the fuck you are keeping my ball in the fridge?", he asked, rising his eyebrows.

Vincent shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt the need to keep it.
If you would rather I throw it away, I'll throw it away." he replied casually.

"Seriously?", he asked, sending other male a heacy look.

"Is that what you want?" Vincent asked. He was more than happy to part with it if it made Rick feel better, though he felt he was losing a bit of control by doing so.

"Yes. I want to take off your ball just as you did to me", he said softly.

"Fine, and we'll throw them away together." Vincent replied.

"What the fuck? Why you care so much bou them.. not like they aren't important..", he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"I don't care, honey, I'm just letting you know that I'm going to throw yours away. That's all I'm saying, since it bothers you." Vincent replied. Now he felt like they were a nagging couple, though Vincent was still talking calm. He was serious about just throwing away the whole jar if it made Rick feel better. He admitted it was weird to keep them.