Bloodstream: Under Your Skin 3/7
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PART 3:
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
-Pretty when you cry, VAST
Adam had picked up that night's dinner at the closest club to their new apartment and was in the process of bringing it home to Tommy. Except he wasn't literally bringing it home. Too many dead bodies turning up close to where they lived would bring unwanted attention. Instead, they had made arrangements to meet in an alley that they'd seen when looking over the new locale.
Finding a suitable candidate for that night's meal had proven to be more difficult than Adam would have thought possible. Apparently the town they'd picked to move to didn't really believe in staying up past ten o'clock, which would afford less opportunity for them to be observed while they participated in their nocturnal activities, but it would severely limit the availability of a ready source of food. After using the first part of the night familiarizing themselves with local gathering spots, neither he nor Tommy had felt the desire to venture as far as neighboring towns in search of their meal, so their options were limited to one particular, rather seedy looking dive.
Adam had a taste for something young and vibrant, but after being at the club for a few hours he'd decided that time was running out, and he'd have to settle for a second stringer. Tommy had been a little grumpy after being woken so early that morning, and Adam didn't want to leave him waiting any longer than he had to. Not that he considered his time wasted. He'd enjoyed the dancing and drinking, but most of all he'd enjoyed moving to the music and feeling the thumping bass line reverberating throughout his body.
When Adam moved, people watched. They couldn't help themselves. He didn't just move to the music, he became the music. The sensuous sway of his hips, the taunting smirk on his lips, the way that he allowed the music complete dominion over his entire being mesmerized anyone lucky enough to witness it. He always had a crowd of admiring onlookers when he finished, and he wasn't above using this to pick the best specimen for their dinner.
The possibilities in their new hometown, however, were less than desirable. There was a downtrodden feeling to the patrons of this club that almost put Adam's appetite off. The age range was higher than most places he'd frequented when searching for dinner, and those present seemed to be looking for someone to help take the edge off the intense loneliness they felt by sharing the rest of the night.
After surveying the night's possibilities, he'd chosen the least desperate looking candidate. It hadn't taken much to convince his mark to leave the club with him; closing time was fast approaching, and everyone felt the need to pair off and avoid another solitary homecoming.
Adam eagerly anticipated sharing the less than stellar dinner with Tommy. Even if the meal wasn't of the highest quality, the ritual of dining together made his mouth water. They thoroughly enjoyed playing with their food before consuming it. He hadn't even given in to the temptation to take one tiny taste before delivering the goods. Adam was nothing if not polite, and he refused to begin his meal without Tommy's presence--at least he felt that way tonight.
Tommy, however, had decided that Adam had been at the club far too long for his liking. He was usually more laid back about whatever Adam did, but little doubts were dancing one hell of a dance in his mind lately. He sometimes thought that Adam missed his time among the humans: dancing, getting high, and generally living the hedonistic lifestyle in which only the humans could truly lose themselves. Adam would have to be reminded that it was Tommy's grace that had afforded him the chance at immortality, and nothing else. Tommy had granted it to him, and Tommy could just as easily take it away.
When Tommy heard Adam returning with what sounded like the night's meal, he decided that the time was right for a little lesson for his protégé. He waited for Adam to present the startled main course to him. He was even cordial to the night's offering.
At first glance it appeared that Adam had brought a nice young boy for them to feast on. From a distance he didn't look like he was older than nineteen, but as they came closer Tommy could see the small, desperate signs of age on the man's face. He was probably in his thirties; still young enough to have the energizing taste of youth in his blood, but old enough to think he could handle himself well enough to ensure his safety while letting a stranger pick him up. Tommy had doubted their chances of finding something decent in this town, but Adam always displayed good instincts when it came to finding meals.
Tommy watched them walking towards the brick wall he was leaning against. He loved watching the way Adam walked when he was leading food home. There was a certain anticipation in his movements. It was a knowing swagger combined with an excited wiggle and wrapped in a sensual hip sway. Tommy could only imagine how tempting it would be to humans; he found it hard to resist, himself.
As it became apparent to the newcomer that Adam was leading him directly towards Tommy, Tommy heard the man say, “I'm not into threesomes, man. You shoulda told me we wouldn't be alone before we left the club.” Tommy put on his most nonthreatening smile and tried to look as unassuming as possible.
Adam smiled at their dinner guest and said, “That's Tommy Joe. Isn't he pretty? He likes to watch.”
"Twinks aren't my thing, but I'm always open to new experiences.” The man gave Tommy what he thought was a withering once-over, licked his lips, and said, “I may even let you join in, if you're a good little boy.”
Tommy stretched his hand out, appearing to be reaching out to stroke the human's cheek. But at the last second his hand darted to the man's neck. The speed of the move, combined with the strength that Tommy possessed enabled him to slit the man's throat with nothing more than his fingernail. There was no finesse involved. It was quick and dirty and messy. It took a full minute before the man realized what had happened. He tried to give voice to a protest but had to settle for raising his hands to his throat to try and stem the blood quickly soaking the front of his shirt as he sank to his knees.
Tommy lowered himself enough to look the dying man in the eye and said, “You're never gonna know just how good I am,” before pushing the man over.
"What the actual fuck did you just do?” Adam asked. His anger was matched by his indignation. He'd worked all night convincing that man to follow him into the alley. Well, maybe not all night, but it was close enough to it in Adam's mind. “I worked hard getting dinner for you, and you go and waste it? What the hell, Tommy?”
Tommy turned on him, eyes flashing as he advanced towards Adam. When he was close enough, he grabbed Adam by the throat and pushed him against the same brick wall he'd been leaning on all night. “You've been at that club all fucking night.”
Adam struggled to break the hold that threatened to cut off his air supply. He managed to say, “I was bringing you dinner. What the hell did you expect? It takes time to find the right one. You want me to bring home some diseased, homeless thing?” Adam's hands grabbed at the hand Tommy used to keep him pinned to the wall as his lungs started to protest the lack of oxygen. He felt a sudden rush of sensation flow through his body and stilled his protests. The air around them seemed to be responding with a snap and crackle of almost electric intensity.
"I told you we didn't have time to waste tonight after checking out the town, but you insisted you just had to go to a fucking club and find one of your pretty boys. Then you come back with some piece of shit that's so far below your usual mark that I have no choice but to think that you spent the whole time enjoying the things you used to have: things I know you think I took away from you.”
Tommy knew he was losing control, but there was no way he could stop. He knew he was transforming, but he was past the point of no return. He felt the pull of the darkness, felt the desire to bite and tear and feed. He knew that as strong as Adam was, he was still no match for the strength that lived within Tommy's body. He could see the impression his fingers were making on the beautiful skin of Adam's neck and found that it pleased something primeval deep within himself. Instead of lessening the pressure on Adam's throat, Tommy found himself gripping it tighter. He found the pulsing artery under the skin and directed his fingers to concentrate their efforts there. He could control the amount of blood passing beneath his fingertips, and the arousal this caused him couldn't be denied.
He felt Adam's struggles to free himself diminishing as the blood flow to his brain was limited, and Tommy smiled wickedly. His fingers knew just what to do, and they set about establishing a rhythm of pressure and release so just enough blood passed to keep Adam on the edge of consciousness. He was determined to find and take his own pleasure and show Adam who was in control of this relationship at the same time.
Tommy's breath ghosted across Adam's ear as he whispered, “One of these nights you're gonna push me too far. I just hope it's not tonight. Tonight is gonna be about learning your place.” Tommy punctuated the last remark by tightening his grip on Adam's neck long enough to cause Adam's eyes to start a slow roll to the back of his head. Just as Adam's knees started to buckle, Tommy released the pressure and allowed the blood to flow within the artery.
Tommy used his knee to push Adam's feet into a wider stance, bringing them closer to the same height. He knew the psychological advantage of Adam being able to look down on him was minimal, but he wasn't about to give anything up tonight.
Letting the sharp points of his teeth brush across Adam's chin line, Tommy's rage roughened voice said, “You're gonna be a good boy now, aren't you? Because when you're a good boy, who does what he's told to do, it makes me happy.”
Tommy's eyes were fixated on the tiny drops of blood welling along the scrape his teeth had made. He could feel the bloodlust welling within his core and knew it would have to be satisfied somehow. “You want me to be happy, don't you, Adam?” he asked as his hand slid from Adam's throat to his shoulder, keeping him pinned against the wall.
Adam nodded even though he wasn't sure exactly what he was agreeing to. His mind was clouded from lack of blood and oxygen. He only knew that Tommy wanted an affirmative answer, and he was in no condition to go against Tommy's desires.
Tommy used his free hand to grab Adam's wrist. He pushed Adam's hand down until it was palming Tommy's cock through his jeans before raising his hand to entwine his fingers in Adam's hair. With a quick yank of the hair in his grasp, Adam's throat was exposed to him.
Adam knew what was coming and tried to fight back. He might have known the futility of his actions on some level, but it wasn't in his nature to surrender without a fight. The more he struggled, the more determined Tommy seemed to keep him in his place. Adam could see that Tommy wasn't in control of his demon, and it pushed Adam's own demon to the surface. He could feel the jagged edges of his teeth as the desire to coat them with blood started to overtake him. He knew his position was one of vulnerability, and his survival instinct started to make itself known.
Adam tried unsuccessfully to push Tommy away, or at least to push himself away from the confining brick wall. When he heard Tommy's sarcastic laugh, he accepted that when it came to pure physical strength, he was no match for Tommy. But feeling Tommy's growing arousal with the hand that still covered Tommy's cock gave Adam another idea.
Without even thinking, Adam's hand closed over Tommy's cock, and he squeezed as tightly as the denim covering it would allow. He felt a certain sense of satisfaction at the hiss of pain he heard, but it was a short lived victory.
While he didn't feel pain as sharply as he had before he was turned, he did feel the sting of Tommy's teeth penetrating the skin of his neck. He felt the sharp points sink through the layers of tissue and muscle as they found their way to his jugular. He felt the exact moment they pierced the vessel and tasted his blood. Adam knew that he'd pushed too far, because while they had fed on each other's blood before, it had never been done in anger. They'd both been in control. He could feel the rage flowing from Tommy's body in waves that seemed to steal what little strength he had left. He knew he had to do something to try and appease Tommy's demon, but he didn't know what that something was.
Trusting his instincts, Adam tried to let himself go limp under Tommy's penetration. He let his hand find its way back to Tommy's cock and matched the speed and pressure he used to the intensity he felt from Tommy. He hoped it was enough to spark an awareness in Tommy; to let him know that he was acquiescing to Tommy's dominance.
Tommy felt the white hot rage of his demon slowly leaving his body. His eyes gradually focused past the blood red veil that had obscured what was before them. He felt the scales tilt from bloodlust to simple, undeniable desire. He could taste Adam in his mouth as he felt the growing pressure in his cock, and it was enough to push him over the edge. His orgasm appeased both sides of his nature, and the force of it caused a shudder to run through his body.
Tommy let himself fall against Adam as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled his teeth from Adam's neck and licked away the bloody drops that collected on the puncture marks. He rested his head against Adam's chest for a moment until he felt Adam start to slip down the wall that had kept him in place. Tommy caught one of Adam's arms and ducked underneath it in order to provide support. Only then did he truly realize how close to losing complete control he'd been. He'd only meant to make tonight a lesson for Adam, not to almost end his existence.
Tommy gently nuzzled Adam's ear as he said, “Let's get you home before the sun comes up. A little rest and you'll be okay.”
The sun would be coming up any minute. They were still not all the way home, and this worried Tommy. "Come on, Adam. Just a little farther and then we can both take a little nap."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have spilled our fucking dinner and been a paranoid asshole," Adam muttered into his neck, and tried to keep up with him, but he seemed to have a slight problem with it, and that was really starting to worry Tommy. Maybe he'd gone too far, further than he'd realized.
"How about we get home and I'll give you something to eat. You'll feel better in no time," Tommy told Adam, who just rolled his eyes and tried to keep his focus on walking. They were getting closer to their building, thankfully.
Even with his preternatural strength, it wasn't exactly easy for Tommy to handle someone larger than him when all that person wanted to do was sit down and sleep. But in the end, and by lying to a neighbor--a neighbor who was not a pink haired Were--by insisting that his boyfriend was just really drunk, they got into their apartment building and up to their floor just as the sun started peaking over the horizon.
When they got inside, Tommy practically threw Adam on their bed and then took off his shoes and hoodie before removing Adam's boots and jacket. It looked like Adam was already asleep, and Tommy thought it was probably best to let him sleep. The blackout curtains were already drawn, so the sun shouldn't be a problem.
"I'm fucking starving, just so you know. No thanks to you," Adam told Tommy, just as he was about to leave the bedroom, and yeah, hello, guilt trip. Tommy turned around and looked back at Adam who was trying his best to hold himself up on his elbows, but he could go down at any moment by the look of his half-closed eyes.
So what else was there really for Tommy to do other than to go over to the bed, bite his wrist and offer it to Adam as an apology for being an idiot. And Adam was more than up for his apology.
He grabbed Tommy's wrist, fed on it, but still wasn't satisfied. Adam saw his chance to press his temporary advantage and make a point. He pulled Tommy down onto the bed and somehow managed to get Tommy under himself, straddled him, and sank his fangs into Tommy's neck. Adam drank for a good, long while until Tommy was pretty out of it.
"You ever fucking do that to me again, I leave. You might find me wherever I go, I don't care. If you ever fucking do something like that to me ever again, I'm leaving, and you don't want that. I don't want that, but I fucking will," Adam whispered into Tommy ear. He licked a long, slow swath over the four puncture wounds on Tommy's neck before getting off of him to go to the bathroom.
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PART 3:
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
-Pretty when you cry, VAST
Adam had picked up that night's dinner at the closest club to their new apartment and was in the process of bringing it home to Tommy. Except he wasn't literally bringing it home. Too many dead bodies turning up close to where they lived would bring unwanted attention. Instead, they had made arrangements to meet in an alley that they'd seen when looking over the new locale.
Finding a suitable candidate for that night's meal had proven to be more difficult than Adam would have thought possible. Apparently the town they'd picked to move to didn't really believe in staying up past ten o'clock, which would afford less opportunity for them to be observed while they participated in their nocturnal activities, but it would severely limit the availability of a ready source of food. After using the first part of the night familiarizing themselves with local gathering spots, neither he nor Tommy had felt the desire to venture as far as neighboring towns in search of their meal, so their options were limited to one particular, rather seedy looking dive.
Adam had a taste for something young and vibrant, but after being at the club for a few hours he'd decided that time was running out, and he'd have to settle for a second stringer. Tommy had been a little grumpy after being woken so early that morning, and Adam didn't want to leave him waiting any longer than he had to. Not that he considered his time wasted. He'd enjoyed the dancing and drinking, but most of all he'd enjoyed moving to the music and feeling the thumping bass line reverberating throughout his body.
When Adam moved, people watched. They couldn't help themselves. He didn't just move to the music, he became the music. The sensuous sway of his hips, the taunting smirk on his lips, the way that he allowed the music complete dominion over his entire being mesmerized anyone lucky enough to witness it. He always had a crowd of admiring onlookers when he finished, and he wasn't above using this to pick the best specimen for their dinner.
The possibilities in their new hometown, however, were less than desirable. There was a downtrodden feeling to the patrons of this club that almost put Adam's appetite off. The age range was higher than most places he'd frequented when searching for dinner, and those present seemed to be looking for someone to help take the edge off the intense loneliness they felt by sharing the rest of the night.
After surveying the night's possibilities, he'd chosen the least desperate looking candidate. It hadn't taken much to convince his mark to leave the club with him; closing time was fast approaching, and everyone felt the need to pair off and avoid another solitary homecoming.
Adam eagerly anticipated sharing the less than stellar dinner with Tommy. Even if the meal wasn't of the highest quality, the ritual of dining together made his mouth water. They thoroughly enjoyed playing with their food before consuming it. He hadn't even given in to the temptation to take one tiny taste before delivering the goods. Adam was nothing if not polite, and he refused to begin his meal without Tommy's presence--at least he felt that way tonight.
Tommy, however, had decided that Adam had been at the club far too long for his liking. He was usually more laid back about whatever Adam did, but little doubts were dancing one hell of a dance in his mind lately. He sometimes thought that Adam missed his time among the humans: dancing, getting high, and generally living the hedonistic lifestyle in which only the humans could truly lose themselves. Adam would have to be reminded that it was Tommy's grace that had afforded him the chance at immortality, and nothing else. Tommy had granted it to him, and Tommy could just as easily take it away.
When Tommy heard Adam returning with what sounded like the night's meal, he decided that the time was right for a little lesson for his protégé. He waited for Adam to present the startled main course to him. He was even cordial to the night's offering.
At first glance it appeared that Adam had brought a nice young boy for them to feast on. From a distance he didn't look like he was older than nineteen, but as they came closer Tommy could see the small, desperate signs of age on the man's face. He was probably in his thirties; still young enough to have the energizing taste of youth in his blood, but old enough to think he could handle himself well enough to ensure his safety while letting a stranger pick him up. Tommy had doubted their chances of finding something decent in this town, but Adam always displayed good instincts when it came to finding meals.
Tommy watched them walking towards the brick wall he was leaning against. He loved watching the way Adam walked when he was leading food home. There was a certain anticipation in his movements. It was a knowing swagger combined with an excited wiggle and wrapped in a sensual hip sway. Tommy could only imagine how tempting it would be to humans; he found it hard to resist, himself.
As it became apparent to the newcomer that Adam was leading him directly towards Tommy, Tommy heard the man say, “I'm not into threesomes, man. You shoulda told me we wouldn't be alone before we left the club.” Tommy put on his most nonthreatening smile and tried to look as unassuming as possible.
Adam smiled at their dinner guest and said, “That's Tommy Joe. Isn't he pretty? He likes to watch.”
"Twinks aren't my thing, but I'm always open to new experiences.” The man gave Tommy what he thought was a withering once-over, licked his lips, and said, “I may even let you join in, if you're a good little boy.”
Tommy stretched his hand out, appearing to be reaching out to stroke the human's cheek. But at the last second his hand darted to the man's neck. The speed of the move, combined with the strength that Tommy possessed enabled him to slit the man's throat with nothing more than his fingernail. There was no finesse involved. It was quick and dirty and messy. It took a full minute before the man realized what had happened. He tried to give voice to a protest but had to settle for raising his hands to his throat to try and stem the blood quickly soaking the front of his shirt as he sank to his knees.
Tommy lowered himself enough to look the dying man in the eye and said, “You're never gonna know just how good I am,” before pushing the man over.
"What the actual fuck did you just do?” Adam asked. His anger was matched by his indignation. He'd worked all night convincing that man to follow him into the alley. Well, maybe not all night, but it was close enough to it in Adam's mind. “I worked hard getting dinner for you, and you go and waste it? What the hell, Tommy?”
Tommy turned on him, eyes flashing as he advanced towards Adam. When he was close enough, he grabbed Adam by the throat and pushed him against the same brick wall he'd been leaning on all night. “You've been at that club all fucking night.”
Adam struggled to break the hold that threatened to cut off his air supply. He managed to say, “I was bringing you dinner. What the hell did you expect? It takes time to find the right one. You want me to bring home some diseased, homeless thing?” Adam's hands grabbed at the hand Tommy used to keep him pinned to the wall as his lungs started to protest the lack of oxygen. He felt a sudden rush of sensation flow through his body and stilled his protests. The air around them seemed to be responding with a snap and crackle of almost electric intensity.
"I told you we didn't have time to waste tonight after checking out the town, but you insisted you just had to go to a fucking club and find one of your pretty boys. Then you come back with some piece of shit that's so far below your usual mark that I have no choice but to think that you spent the whole time enjoying the things you used to have: things I know you think I took away from you.”
Tommy knew he was losing control, but there was no way he could stop. He knew he was transforming, but he was past the point of no return. He felt the pull of the darkness, felt the desire to bite and tear and feed. He knew that as strong as Adam was, he was still no match for the strength that lived within Tommy's body. He could see the impression his fingers were making on the beautiful skin of Adam's neck and found that it pleased something primeval deep within himself. Instead of lessening the pressure on Adam's throat, Tommy found himself gripping it tighter. He found the pulsing artery under the skin and directed his fingers to concentrate their efforts there. He could control the amount of blood passing beneath his fingertips, and the arousal this caused him couldn't be denied.
He felt Adam's struggles to free himself diminishing as the blood flow to his brain was limited, and Tommy smiled wickedly. His fingers knew just what to do, and they set about establishing a rhythm of pressure and release so just enough blood passed to keep Adam on the edge of consciousness. He was determined to find and take his own pleasure and show Adam who was in control of this relationship at the same time.
Tommy's breath ghosted across Adam's ear as he whispered, “One of these nights you're gonna push me too far. I just hope it's not tonight. Tonight is gonna be about learning your place.” Tommy punctuated the last remark by tightening his grip on Adam's neck long enough to cause Adam's eyes to start a slow roll to the back of his head. Just as Adam's knees started to buckle, Tommy released the pressure and allowed the blood to flow within the artery.
Tommy used his knee to push Adam's feet into a wider stance, bringing them closer to the same height. He knew the psychological advantage of Adam being able to look down on him was minimal, but he wasn't about to give anything up tonight.
Letting the sharp points of his teeth brush across Adam's chin line, Tommy's rage roughened voice said, “You're gonna be a good boy now, aren't you? Because when you're a good boy, who does what he's told to do, it makes me happy.”
Tommy's eyes were fixated on the tiny drops of blood welling along the scrape his teeth had made. He could feel the bloodlust welling within his core and knew it would have to be satisfied somehow. “You want me to be happy, don't you, Adam?” he asked as his hand slid from Adam's throat to his shoulder, keeping him pinned against the wall.
Adam nodded even though he wasn't sure exactly what he was agreeing to. His mind was clouded from lack of blood and oxygen. He only knew that Tommy wanted an affirmative answer, and he was in no condition to go against Tommy's desires.
Tommy used his free hand to grab Adam's wrist. He pushed Adam's hand down until it was palming Tommy's cock through his jeans before raising his hand to entwine his fingers in Adam's hair. With a quick yank of the hair in his grasp, Adam's throat was exposed to him.
Adam knew what was coming and tried to fight back. He might have known the futility of his actions on some level, but it wasn't in his nature to surrender without a fight. The more he struggled, the more determined Tommy seemed to keep him in his place. Adam could see that Tommy wasn't in control of his demon, and it pushed Adam's own demon to the surface. He could feel the jagged edges of his teeth as the desire to coat them with blood started to overtake him. He knew his position was one of vulnerability, and his survival instinct started to make itself known.
Adam tried unsuccessfully to push Tommy away, or at least to push himself away from the confining brick wall. When he heard Tommy's sarcastic laugh, he accepted that when it came to pure physical strength, he was no match for Tommy. But feeling Tommy's growing arousal with the hand that still covered Tommy's cock gave Adam another idea.
Without even thinking, Adam's hand closed over Tommy's cock, and he squeezed as tightly as the denim covering it would allow. He felt a certain sense of satisfaction at the hiss of pain he heard, but it was a short lived victory.
While he didn't feel pain as sharply as he had before he was turned, he did feel the sting of Tommy's teeth penetrating the skin of his neck. He felt the sharp points sink through the layers of tissue and muscle as they found their way to his jugular. He felt the exact moment they pierced the vessel and tasted his blood. Adam knew that he'd pushed too far, because while they had fed on each other's blood before, it had never been done in anger. They'd both been in control. He could feel the rage flowing from Tommy's body in waves that seemed to steal what little strength he had left. He knew he had to do something to try and appease Tommy's demon, but he didn't know what that something was.
Trusting his instincts, Adam tried to let himself go limp under Tommy's penetration. He let his hand find its way back to Tommy's cock and matched the speed and pressure he used to the intensity he felt from Tommy. He hoped it was enough to spark an awareness in Tommy; to let him know that he was acquiescing to Tommy's dominance.
Tommy felt the white hot rage of his demon slowly leaving his body. His eyes gradually focused past the blood red veil that had obscured what was before them. He felt the scales tilt from bloodlust to simple, undeniable desire. He could taste Adam in his mouth as he felt the growing pressure in his cock, and it was enough to push him over the edge. His orgasm appeased both sides of his nature, and the force of it caused a shudder to run through his body.
Tommy let himself fall against Adam as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled his teeth from Adam's neck and licked away the bloody drops that collected on the puncture marks. He rested his head against Adam's chest for a moment until he felt Adam start to slip down the wall that had kept him in place. Tommy caught one of Adam's arms and ducked underneath it in order to provide support. Only then did he truly realize how close to losing complete control he'd been. He'd only meant to make tonight a lesson for Adam, not to almost end his existence.
Tommy gently nuzzled Adam's ear as he said, “Let's get you home before the sun comes up. A little rest and you'll be okay.”
The sun would be coming up any minute. They were still not all the way home, and this worried Tommy. "Come on, Adam. Just a little farther and then we can both take a little nap."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have spilled our fucking dinner and been a paranoid asshole," Adam muttered into his neck, and tried to keep up with him, but he seemed to have a slight problem with it, and that was really starting to worry Tommy. Maybe he'd gone too far, further than he'd realized.
"How about we get home and I'll give you something to eat. You'll feel better in no time," Tommy told Adam, who just rolled his eyes and tried to keep his focus on walking. They were getting closer to their building, thankfully.
Even with his preternatural strength, it wasn't exactly easy for Tommy to handle someone larger than him when all that person wanted to do was sit down and sleep. But in the end, and by lying to a neighbor--a neighbor who was not a pink haired Were--by insisting that his boyfriend was just really drunk, they got into their apartment building and up to their floor just as the sun started peaking over the horizon.
When they got inside, Tommy practically threw Adam on their bed and then took off his shoes and hoodie before removing Adam's boots and jacket. It looked like Adam was already asleep, and Tommy thought it was probably best to let him sleep. The blackout curtains were already drawn, so the sun shouldn't be a problem.
"I'm fucking starving, just so you know. No thanks to you," Adam told Tommy, just as he was about to leave the bedroom, and yeah, hello, guilt trip. Tommy turned around and looked back at Adam who was trying his best to hold himself up on his elbows, but he could go down at any moment by the look of his half-closed eyes.
So what else was there really for Tommy to do other than to go over to the bed, bite his wrist and offer it to Adam as an apology for being an idiot. And Adam was more than up for his apology.
He grabbed Tommy's wrist, fed on it, but still wasn't satisfied. Adam saw his chance to press his temporary advantage and make a point. He pulled Tommy down onto the bed and somehow managed to get Tommy under himself, straddled him, and sank his fangs into Tommy's neck. Adam drank for a good, long while until Tommy was pretty out of it.
"You ever fucking do that to me again, I leave. You might find me wherever I go, I don't care. If you ever fucking do something like that to me ever again, I'm leaving, and you don't want that. I don't want that, but I fucking will," Adam whispered into Tommy ear. He licked a long, slow swath over the four puncture wounds on Tommy's neck before getting off of him to go to the bathroom.
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