Tough Love
Who: Ion Fortuna, Sado Yasutora, and Alucard
When: Sunday of living Faciliberries week
Where: Ion's room
Summary: Alucard is teaching Ion, as promised. And it's characteristically tough.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Thirsty Methuselah, dickish Alucard, and poor, poor Sado
The worst part of it all was the look on Alucard's face.
It would swim back to Ion, through it all. That smirk. He just sat there watching as the Methuselah curled up fighting his every instinct.
He was so hungry.
It had been an entire week since he'd Fed. The longest he'd ever gone without eating and he could no longer take it. Ion had woken up shaking, his head was spinning, and everything became blurry. He knew what was happening and he had no way to stop it.
And now here he was, surrounded by the thumping hearts of the other subjects. He could smell their bodies, their sweat, their blood...
Their sweet, sweet blood.
He was salivating uncontrollably and his fangs were longer and sharper than usual. Every muscle in his body was in overdrive. The Thirst was trying to force him to hunt, to strike, to Feed. He was dizzy from hunger, he was so hungry it hurt.
He curled in on himself, trying to control his thumping heart and his twitching limbs. They wanted to run, to grab, to hunt. His brain was screaming the same order.
Feed or die.
His claws were out, tearing through the sheets on his bed as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself still.
Earlier he'd said "please." Earlier, he'd begged. But now he couldn't even formulate words.
The room was gone around him.
There was nothing now but the powerful smell of the Terrans around him, the sound of their footsteps, the sound of their hearts pounding circulating their delicious blood.
He screamed hoarsely and convulsed on the bed before curling tighter, holding himself there quite literally. He had to prevent himself from attacking. He didn't even realize that he was crying. He didn't know anything. He couldn't think of anything.
Nothing but the Thirst.
Nothing but blood.
When: Sunday of living Faciliberries week
Where: Ion's room
Summary: Alucard is teaching Ion, as promised. And it's characteristically tough.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Thirsty Methuselah, dickish Alucard, and poor, poor Sado
The worst part of it all was the look on Alucard's face.
It would swim back to Ion, through it all. That smirk. He just sat there watching as the Methuselah curled up fighting his every instinct.
He was so hungry.
It had been an entire week since he'd Fed. The longest he'd ever gone without eating and he could no longer take it. Ion had woken up shaking, his head was spinning, and everything became blurry. He knew what was happening and he had no way to stop it.
And now here he was, surrounded by the thumping hearts of the other subjects. He could smell their bodies, their sweat, their blood...
Their sweet, sweet blood.
He was salivating uncontrollably and his fangs were longer and sharper than usual. Every muscle in his body was in overdrive. The Thirst was trying to force him to hunt, to strike, to Feed. He was dizzy from hunger, he was so hungry it hurt.
He curled in on himself, trying to control his thumping heart and his twitching limbs. They wanted to run, to grab, to hunt. His brain was screaming the same order.
Feed or die.
His claws were out, tearing through the sheets on his bed as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself still.
Earlier he'd said "please." Earlier, he'd begged. But now he couldn't even formulate words.
The room was gone around him.
There was nothing now but the powerful smell of the Terrans around him, the sound of their footsteps, the sound of their hearts pounding circulating their delicious blood.
He screamed hoarsely and convulsed on the bed before curling tighter, holding himself there quite literally. He had to prevent himself from attacking. He didn't even realize that he was crying. He didn't know anything. He couldn't think of anything.
Nothing but the Thirst.
Nothing but blood.