Tobias is a Little Girl

Tobias Fiskke walked back to his tent, camera in hand; he had gotten some great shots today, full of real emotion. Capturing pictures of people while they woke up had been one of his greatest ideas yet--though for some reason, he was reluctant to so much as enter Cecil and Mimey's tent at this time of the morning.

Straightening his tie, he pranced inside, smiling smugly to himself. Nothing could ruin his buzz, except maybe that stupid, horny vampire.

And that horny vampire attacked Tobias the second he came into the tent.

"Maaaster!"

He punched Dragomir in the jaw; of course, what with Tobias's being small and child-sized, it had little effect.

"Get the fuck off!" he screamed, struggling.

Dragomir kissed him on the lips.

"No~"

He kicked himself inwardly for kissing back; it had been a week since he and Dragomir had last been intimate, and it was killing him. Of course, the vampire didn't get to know that.

"I will have Cecil rip off your head and burn your body!!"

He scooped him up and carried him to the bed, promptly trapping him there.

"I'm hungry."

"TOO FUCKING BAD!!" he screamed out of habit; in reality he didn't mind that much, but struggling felt natural.

Dragomir ran his hands over Tobias's chest.

"Whyyy can't I~?"

Tobias kicked him in the face to hide the fact that it felt good.

"GO DIE!!"

"Not until I get a taste of your delicious blood~" He purred, licking his lips.

Tobias just grimaced.

"Why do you have to be so disgusting?"

"...Is that a yes~?" He asked eagerly.

"No, you have to stop being creepy first!" he barked.

He rolled his eyes and forced him into a kiss, to shut him up.

He shoved Dragomir off irritably.

"No, you don't get any of that until you change your attitude."

He glared at him slightly, then chuckled.

"And how exactly do you want me to act?"

"Like you're not a pushy, degenerate pedophile."

"...So, exactly what am I supposed to do?"

He shrugged.

"...Don't rape me?"

"Done." He said happily. "Now do I get blood?"

He rolled his eyes, groaning.

"Convince me."

"By doing what, exactly?"

"I don't know--use your imagination, you jackass."

He chuckled.

"I'd rather just take your blood."

"Then you don't get any sex," he said quickly, glaring.