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It wouldn’t be Robert if he wasn’t constantly getting injured. Especially now that his suit was fixed and SDN had authorized him to be back-up for any of the members on the Z-Team if any of their calls went south.
This had been one of those calls. Sonar had been doing just fine taking down a small gang of super villains that seemed to consist only of well-known monsters. Like vampires and werewolves and whatever else. Until they got back up from their banshee friend at least.
His ears were still ringing, and nearly bleeding, as Robert showed up and easily took down a majority of the other monsters. There was just something about feral Mecha Man that was pretty hard to take down.
When he came to stand above Sonar there were teeth marks on the skin that his torn costume now exposed.
The man-bat couldn’t bear to tear his eyes from the sight of the dark, rich blood dripping down his throat. And was rewarded by some of it spilling onto his snout when Robert leaned over to ask if he was okay.
Licking it from his furry snout as he got back up exposed the divine taste of the other man’s blood.
“You should go to the infirmary, man. That could get infected.”
“As long as you go to get your ears checked out. Pretty sure they almost ruptured,” the dispatcher snorted, pressing a gloved hand to his throat and staining the gray-white fabric when he pulled it away again.
Sonar wanted to shove him against the nearest wall and slide his long tongue along the wound.
Long tongues were actually a sign of a bat that drank nectar. Or so Herman had told him in some rant while the two of them were on a mission together. Apparently that meant he must be mixed with one of those bats that drank nectar and blood.
Both sounded the same time after tasting Robert’s.
“If you’ve lost too much blood, you’ll need O-negative.”
“What?” the other man chuckled.
Sonar swallowed thickly as he studied the wound, repeating,” You’ll need O-negative. You’re O-negative, so you can only get O-negative.”
Of course Robert would be a universal donor. O-negative was Sonar’s personal favorite, but this was a whole other level. Probably because of who the blood was from. God, he hoped this wasn’t some sort of mating thing within his very rare species.
“Okay. Cool. Nice party trick. Don’t want to know how you know the difference though.”
Sonar mimicked Robert’s laugh to do something other than blurt out that he wanted to suck Robert’s blood from the vampire’s bite marks like he was a juice box.
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Robert’s penchant for getting wounded was starting to become a real problem for Sonar. He didn’t get as excited seeing cocaine as he did whenever Robert was scratched, sliced, or stabbed.
This time it was something a bit more trivial. Another bar fight had broken out at the superhuman bar they went to now that they were no longer villains and the Sardine had been sold off after the Red Ring was taken down. For once, it wasn’t even their fault.
But the glass that had been in Robert’s hand at the start of the fight had shattered at some point because of a woman’s siren powers. While he was still holding it.
His palm was more than a little fucked up. Especially because he had thrown a punch with that hand right after. With small shards of glass still in it.
“You are fucking crazy,” Invisigal snorted as she watched him pull the shards out. “Why would you throw a punch like that?”
He rolled his eyes, explaining,” That punch knocked the guy right out. It was the best move to go with.”
“Not if you’ve got glass in your palm, lad,” Punch-Up snorted.
Sonar did not chime in on the conversation, his eyes glued to the way that Robert was now licking the blood from his wounds.
He quickly grabbed the man’s wrist without thinking and lapped the blood up with his tongue, pausing to scoff,” My tongue’s better for this.”
As if he wasn’t just giving in to his blood lust.
Robert’s fingers twitched as though Sonar were tugging at the strings of a marionette with his tongue before he finally pulled it away.
“Get your own wound, Bat-Boner,” he teased, lifting his hand to his own mouth to drag his tongue over the exact same cut that Sonar had. Licking up a mix of Sonar’s saliva and his own blood.
The sight went straight to his dick. But Robert barely reacted as he let Blonde Blazer wrap up his hand.
He let the last drops of Robert’s blood linger on his tongue for a few more moments before finally swallowing.
One of these days he was going to get a real taste.