Disclaimer:

Henry: Annie owns no part of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.

Pairing: Henry/Abraham

Warning: Possibly some blood. Death, violence, sexual abuse (almost).

By the way, I don't have an official age for Abraham at this point, but he is still young, and by young I mean he hasn't run for any political offices yet, and might just have started working at the shop.

Word Count: 571

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Abe POV

Henry was helping me on this 'mission,' and I was grateful for this. There was only supposed to be one vampire, but it turned out that there were 7 total. We still could have easily won, but as Henry and I were taking down the last two, I noticed Henry was injured. Seriously injured. As soon as I killed my last opponent, and Henry did the same, I rushed over to Henry.

"Are you alright Henry?" I asked. Henry nodded, but he didn't look fine. He looked like he was losing an internal battle. Then when Henry tried to look up at me, his gaze stayed on my neck. I knew this was the opportunity that I was waiting for, but now with it right in front of me, I felt nervous.

The next think I knew, Henry had knocked me on my back, he was on top of me, and his fangs were in my neck. But I didn't expect what I felt.

When Henry was answering my questions a few weeks earlier, he said that all of his victims felt pain when bitten, all I felt was pleasure, and an overwhelming sense that it was the right thing. It excited parts of me that it shouldn't, and I had to resist the urge to let out a moan.

Obviously it was affecting Henry the same way because his hips pressed into mine, and I didn't want to stop him. It just felt so good, the way his body was against mine, and his mouth on my neck.

What felt the best though was definitely Henry's mouth. He was forceful, yet soft with his lips, his tongue messaged where he bit, and his teeth – since they were no longer needed – were playfully needing the area around the bite.

Then I started getting dizzy though, and I knew that I had to get Henry to stop, no matter how much I didn't want him to. I started by trying to push Henry off of me, but his strength severely outmatched mine, and that attempt was useless.

Next I punched Henry, right in the side. This made him stop, but he didn't get off. Henry's mouth now hovered inches above my neck, and somehow I knew that he wouldn't try to drink anymore from me.

As soon as Henry realized what he was doing – or better said, what he did – he sprang right off of me, and stood a few feet to the side.

"I am so sorry Abe! I didn't mean to do that, it won't ever happen again," Henry said, a look of genuine concern on his face.

I shook my head and said, "don't be. I don't really know what those criminals you hunt complain about, that felt…" I couldn't finish, words did not do the experience justice. It felt so much better than anyone could ever describe.

Henry seemed confused, but then his face showed recognition, he probably read my thoughts to see how I perceived the experience.

After helping me up, Henry helped me get my ax, and we walked back to Henry's house. Once there, he put a bandage on my neck to help the wound heal.

Once all of that was finished I said, "at least now you know a better answer to that question. Being bitten might be painful to the people you hunt, but it doesn't have to be." Henry smiled at this.