Hunter Townhouse, leaving the lab "lair" [open]

[psychomachy]

Things were getting lively around the Townhouse, what with Zero and X and Zero dealing with Mavericks and weird leech-crawlers. Now there were two leeches bottled up in the lab, and X was sort of mauled up a little

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[shattered_axl]

Axl happened to be passing by when Nightmare emerged from the lab. He'd just come back from a trip to the Emporium - he hadn't wanted to buy anything, but being allowed outside was a treat in and of itself - and was intending to go spend some quality time with his video games, but seeing Nightmare, he paused. Catching the look on Nightmare's face, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

[psychomachy]

"This one --"

Ducking his head for just a moment, Nightmare looked almost as if he should be pinking with embarrassment. But it wasn't his usual chastized pose; he relaxed quickly enough, and managed a sheepish smile.

"Injured, X; a bad thing, bad time."

"This one, Nightmare ... needing X. Soon."

[shattered_axl]

Axl gave Nightmare a funny look. While he was aware of Nightmare's "nutritional needs," it wasn't exactly something he thought about often - or much at all, really. He certainly didn't immediately connect "needing X" to Nightmare needing to eat.

"What did you need him for?" he asked. "Is it something only he can do?"

[psychomachy]

There was the question.

Nightmare gnawed on his lip, debating over what to say; it was something tricky to answer, really. After a moment's thought, he responded carefully.

"A hunger, I. Vampire? A close thing."

"X ... permitted Nightmare, this one, this thing."

[psychomachy]

Shirt removal was hardly something Nightmare was likely to protest. Shirts got in the way, and X at least was always odd when Nightmare went about getting them out of the way --

Once Axl looked ready, Nightmare settled onto the bed next to him and leaned in close, one hand slowly tracing along Axl's shoulder and collarbone to find the lines.

That finished in turn, one hand caught Axl's shoulder, the other tilted his head -- and Nightmare bared long fangs and bit down deeply twice, leaving long ragged slashes behind.

A few quick snaps at the wounds, and Nightmare was latching on and drinking deeply.

[shattered_axl]

Axl winced as Nightmare's teeth pierced his skin. His instincts screamed at him to pull away or to lash out and force Nightmare back, to protect his body from further damage, but he forced himself to sit still - though his hands did clench at the sheets of his bed.

Another wince. A short, sharp breath. He could feel the drain on his body, both from Nightmare's drinking and from his body shunting power to his autorepair as it tried desperately to fix the damage being inflicted.

Oh god, it hurts.

He was starting to feel just a little dizzy.

[psychomachy]

Digging his fangs deeper periodically has his jaws reflexively tightened and relaxed, nursing at the wound, Nightmare shifted his grip to wrap one arm around Axl and hold him closer. He was purring now, and deeply.

Not really helping either, was when he paused and let go for a moment, to nuzzle reassuringly at Axl's throat before latching back onto the injury and drinking deeply again --

[shattered_axl]

A somewhat strangled sound escaped from Axl's throat. What had he been thinking when he'd agreed to this? He hadn't realized-

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How much did Nightmare need? Alarms were going off in his head, screaming at him to stop being an idiot, get out of there, and get repaired before things started shutting down. He lifted a shaky hand.

And groaned when Nightmare latched on again. "Nightmare..."