Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

[blackmagicduck]

 One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

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[richestduck]

He re-opened his eyes at the distant feeling of her teeth puncturing his neck. He blinked at her in confusion. He opened his mouth...

HICCUP!

...and laughed before allowing sleep to reclaim him.

[blackmagicduck]

She froze when she saw his eyes open... but he was out like a light. Yikes, that had been too close. Maybe when he woke up, she could convinced him it was just a dream, if he didn't already think so. Next time, she'd have to wait longer before biting - she'd been too eager this time, too greedy for his blood to pay attention to time.

Just like the film. Har har har.

Still, she resumed drinking until she had her fill. When finished, she fetched a blanket for his body, waiting patiently.

[richestduck]

Sure enough, he woke late the next morning, hungover but sober. He sat up, a hand to his head as he gritted his teeth.

Gods, he'd told her he was going to mind his intake...!

[blackmagicduck]

"Easy there." Magica cooed, her fingers on his back. "Good morning, darling."

[richestduck]

"Morning," he told her. He forced his eyes open at half-mast, feeling exhausted and sore. (He must've been sleeping at an odd angle if his neck felt like this...) "Not sure if 'good' is the word I'd use for it. I'm sorry."

[blackmagicduck]

She snuggled up to him from behind.

"You had a god time, there's no need to apologize."

[richestduck]

"I do when you have to deal with the aftermath," he told her. "I told you I was going to mind my intake, and I didn't."

Those were hours they could've spent together enjoying themselves. If not with the movie, then maybe something more carnal.

[blackmagicduck]

"As long as you were happy, it was a good evening."She nuzzled him affectionately.

"I have no regrets and no anger. And if I don't have any, you shouldn't have any."

[richestduck]

"But you're always giving and I'm always taking," he said, getting to the crux of why he was upset.

He wasn't pulling his weight in the relationship. (She was going to get sick of it. She was going to leave sooner or later...)

[blackmagicduck]

"I can't ask you to give me anything when there's nothing I want." She came around him, settling on his lap.

[richestduck]

"But there has to be something," Scrooge desperately protested.

[blackmagicduck]

"Isn't that itself a catch?" She faced him, looking right in his eyes.

She debated if she needed to enchant him for this. Would it always return to this subject.

"If I tell you I want something, you would think I only wanted you for that, and it would destroy the world we created here together."

[richestduck]

"It's...not the same."

It was the same but it wasn't and it made his head pound even more.

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of your generosity. I don't want to be like all those moochers."

[blackmagicduck]

She curled one arm around his neck, and pressed her forehead to his.

"Do you give anyone else your time and your thoughts like you do with me?"

[richestduck]

He shook his head slightly. He'd once been able to talk freely with Beakley, but...he'd basically shut down after he'd lost Della. That and they were employer-employee now. There were lines in the sand that shouldn't be crossed.

[blackmagicduck]

"Then you're already giving me something valuable." She traced his beak with her finger. "Something you give to no one else. You give it willingly... you give it freely. You give me the real Scrooge McDuck."

[richestduck]

"I suppose that's true," he admitted, "but it doesn't seem like much of a gift for you."

[blackmagicduck]

"How about a kiss, then?" She teased.

[richestduck]

He obliged her with a little peck before he closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He was doing better, but hangovers weren't helped by crippling self-doubt.

[blackmagicduck]

She rested her head on his shoulder, not pressing for anything else. She began to hum once more, one of her dark songs of the night.

[richestduck]

He relaxed as she started humming. He didn't know what it was about the music, but it always felt strangely soothing despite its dark tone.

[blackmagicduck]

Noting how his muscles began loosen, his jaw less clenched, she lightly began adding words to her music.

"If you were me,
And I were you,
Would you be able to see,
things the way I do..."

[richestduck]

He listened, somewhat tempted to fall back asleep on her shoulder. As much as he knew that he had to start heading home, he was perfectly content to stay right here.

[blackmagicduck]

She finished her song and kissed his cheek. "Are you awake, darling?"

[richestduck]

"Barely," he mumbled. "I suppose I should get cleaned up and go home."

However, he wasn't moving.