Cuddle
((Written for smut_69 prompt: cuddle character: Philip))
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He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He was getting out, getting away. Breaking his addiction. But, as always, he couldn’t help it - couldn’t help having one last night before it all stopped. And that once more always dragged him back in, so that he had to come back to the next party, and the next...
It was warm, wrapped in the arms of this recently fed vampire, who held him almost as if he was going to break. Of course the guy could snap him in half without a thought, but still for once Philip actually felt safe. Just an illusion, a hallucination, of course, but for a few moments it was nice.
The sex had been, well, half-hearted. But then it always paled against the white-hot explosion of light and colour in his mind that accompanied the feeding. The slow draw of blood from his veins. The feeling of being needed, of being wanted, that had become so strange to him after his mother and father split up. It felt as though the world fell apart around him and was put together, for a few moments, in a way that made sense.
There was movement behind him as the dark-skinned vampire - Seb? Sid? something like that - untangled himself from Philip. The world collapsed again into the confusing mess that it always was, except in those bare seconds when his blood streamed away. For once that clarity had lasted longer, as Seb/Sid held him, even cuddled him for a while, but now it was gone again.
He had loved it, even though he wasn’t supposed to, and he knew that he would have to come back. Just once more.
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Hm, I still don't really like it yet. But I figure that I'll get better with time, I guess. And hey, I've joined now. So all I have to do is claim Philip and off we go!
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He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He was getting out, getting away. Breaking his addiction. But, as always, he couldn’t help it - couldn’t help having one last night before it all stopped. And that once more always dragged him back in, so that he had to come back to the next party, and the next...
It was warm, wrapped in the arms of this recently fed vampire, who held him almost as if he was going to break. Of course the guy could snap him in half without a thought, but still for once Philip actually felt safe. Just an illusion, a hallucination, of course, but for a few moments it was nice.
The sex had been, well, half-hearted. But then it always paled against the white-hot explosion of light and colour in his mind that accompanied the feeding. The slow draw of blood from his veins. The feeling of being needed, of being wanted, that had become so strange to him after his mother and father split up. It felt as though the world fell apart around him and was put together, for a few moments, in a way that made sense.
There was movement behind him as the dark-skinned vampire - Seb? Sid? something like that - untangled himself from Philip. The world collapsed again into the confusing mess that it always was, except in those bare seconds when his blood streamed away. For once that clarity had lasted longer, as Seb/Sid held him, even cuddled him for a while, but now it was gone again.
He had loved it, even though he wasn’t supposed to, and he knew that he would have to come back. Just once more.
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Hm, I still don't really like it yet. But I figure that I'll get better with time, I guess. And hey, I've joined now. So all I have to do is claim Philip and off we go!