Hunger pains
Rene sat in the mans bed, fighting hunger pangs as he waited for his lover’s return.
It’d been two weeks that he had been on a mission and only in the last few hours had the hunger truly made itself present. He was due home any minute now and he couldn’t wait to have Clint coursing over his tongue once more. He’d made a mental note to at least say hello first.
He walked through the door, dirty and exhausted and definitely ready for a long shower. Clint dropped his gear by the door, heading down the hall towards the bathroom.
Rene was on him before he ever got there, the smaller man lifted up and pinned to the wall behind himself.
The vampire snarled against his skin, nose dragging up the length of his corroded artery. That, that Right there was whet he craved.
Minding his manners, Rene mumbled a Hello before his fangs slid deep. Tearing into the smaller, blonder male with a whole hearted groan.
Clint tensed as those fangs pierced him, crying out at the pain. “Rene…” He curled his hand around the vampire’s biceps, trying to push him away. “Hurts.”
He snarled, blood dribbling from his lips. What a waste.
He resealed his lips and drank deeply, drank until the Archer went limp in his arms. Not unconscious, but close. He hadn’t meant to take that much. Feeling apologetic, he stripped him, getting him into the bath he had wo clearly craved.
He sank into the water, whimpering slightly. “S’doesn’t…make up….f’impatience,” he mumbled, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. Fuck…he was so tired.
His hands washed the Archer, gently, carefully. A soothing caress in response to the abuse of before.
