Time To Eat!
Who: Trowa and Quatre
When: This afternoon
Where: Quatre's room, 8A
Summary: Quatre refuses to eat. Trowa refuses to let him continue doing so.
Rating: PG13 for now, we'll see where it goes.
Warnings: Biting, om nom nom. Also teeth-rotting cute. If you don't feel like paying millions of dollars in dentist bills, turn around now.
( Quiet protest is the most effective )
When: This afternoon
Where: Quatre's room, 8A
Summary: Quatre refuses to eat. Trowa refuses to let him continue doing so.
Rating: PG13 for now, we'll see where it goes.
Warnings: Biting, om nom nom. Also teeth-rotting cute. If you don't feel like paying millions of dollars in dentist bills, turn around now.
( Quiet protest is the most effective )
He didn't feel good. At all. His teeth hurt a little, the craving to bite down and eat giving him phantom pains, and he was dizzy and felt...well, he just felt sick. Physically...and mentally.
He was honestly considering taking Kouichi up on his offer and that made him feel horrible. But...well, he had said that he had healing abilities. The other gundam pilots lacked those.
Quatre blinked, eyes subtly widening, and he jerked his head up and toward the door. Something smelled...really good. Really, really good and his stomach growled in agreement...but. No. No.
The door opened, but Quatre was already on his feet and backing as far away from the door as possible when Trowa stepped into the room.
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"I trust you. You need to eat." Was all he said, closing and locking the door behind him before moving forward. He knew that Quatre wouldn't drain him of all his blood, and a little bit of research was all it took for him to know that one feeding wouldn't kill anyone.
As for how many would... well, Trowa hoped he wouldn't have to find out.
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Quatre tried to calm himself as he spoke, tried to even his breathing while keeping it shallow. He could hold his breath getting around Trowa so he wouldn't have to...have to smell him, and he could probably avoid touching him.
The lock would be a problem, but he'd have to manage. He'd have to. Trowa was too close.
Quatre bolted.
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He thrashed then, kicking out as best he could to try to get Trowa to drop him. Letmegoletmegoletmego was his mantra, and he wasn't even aware he was whispering it with what air he had left in his lungs.
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"Quatre." He looked right into frightened blue eyes, trying to calm him down.
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He let out a sharp, muffled wail as he drew in the scent of Trowa, but with all of his self-will he held out on biting down. It was like trying to keep his eyes open after seventy-two hours straight of piloting where he hadn't been allowed to sleep; not impossible just yet, but it would be if he had to carry on like this for much longer.
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Unfortunately for the blond, Trowa had planned this out thoroughly. He'd even forgone his usual turtleneck and wore a shirt with no collar instead, leaving his neck completely exposed. He'd had to avoid other vampires in the hallways, but that hadn't been too difficult.
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Quatre was furious with himself for just letting Trowa keep him here, when he should have been able to fight harder.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Quatre could feel the fine threads of his control snapping, one by one, and instinctively he pressed his teeth just a little bit harder against Trowa's neck, knicking it a bit. He made upset little sounds the entire time.
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He was trying not to think about just how much trust he had in Quatre, that he was allowing this to happen. He'd always trusted Quatre far too much, even after just meeting him.
Perhaps it was the kind aura he put off, but perhaps it was something else entirely. He'd been trying to figure it out since he'd gotten his memories back.
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His fingers twisted and clenched together, Quatre felt like time had stopped, like everything had stopped, except for the heartbeat thudding in his ears, his or Trowa's, he couldn't tell the difference. One and two and one and two and three...He took a breath...and four...
And bit down.
His body tensed and spasmed in suprise at the first taste of blood hitting his tongue, thick and heavy and more delicious than anything he'd ever tasted before, and so...so...
So.
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(He gulped, and blood slid down his throat. Quatre gave a muffled groan, tension sliding out of face as he nuzzled closer to Trowa's neck, shifting his teeth lightly to speed up the flow of blood.)
But...in that warm place in his heart he had labeled Trowa, right beside the place that was part-happy, part-sadsadsad called Duo, and nestled between the blank, empty, dark spaces that were HeeroWufeiHeero, Quatre buried himself with a sound of bliss.
Trowa was okay, it told him, warm and full as it was. For now, Trowa was okay, and Quatre wasn't hurting him. It was all right. And it tasted so good.
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He shuddered as the fangs dug deeper into his neck, one hand pressing against the wall to help keep him standing against the onslaught of sensation.
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Quatre brought one arm behind Trowa when he moaned, gripping tightly and swallowing harder, clenching his mouth tight around Trowa's throat. He was offering stability to his friend and at the same time clinging tightly to his prey.
So delicious. Quatre gulped once again, mumbled something that might have been Trowa's name, and then made as though to pull his teeth from Trowa's neck. He was still hungry, could still feeling the need to eat burning away inside of him, but...but, this was Trowa, he forced himself to remember, and he was sated enough.
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He shivered as Quatre started to pull away, half wanting the maddening pleasure to stay and half wanting it to stop. It was too overwhelming.
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