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Blue Food, Blue Belly (2,525 words) (25$)
A Hungry Librarian (1,637 words) (16$)
Jace and Safer: Hunger scenario (611 words) (6$)
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This was written in the spanse of about three hours in a horny fever dream. It's got my OC Adam with @lotsa-viscera 's OC Joseph!
Content: lots of hunger, eventual NSFW (masturbating), hungry character eats at the end!
Blue Food, Blue Belly
“Blue?” Adam moaned, scratching his brown beard as his top lip curled up at the word on his screen. Joseph was away visiting family, and had proposed a game to play long distance. Joseph would send a color, and Adam could only eat foods of that color for the day.
The worst part is, food coloring didn’t count. Or at least, it didn’t count if he put it in. Sure he could eat blue lollipops all day but a pancake with a couple drops of food dye mixed in the batter? No dice. Had to come out of the package blue as the sky itself.
Adam’s stomach rumbled and he put a hand on it, feeling the vibration under his fingers. Who knows how the hell he would work with this.
Adam started looking around in the cupboards for his breakfast. Somehow he could see nearly every color of the rainbow in here, except blue. Blue packaging, yes, obvious by the hunger pang he felt looking at the blue package of cereal. But blue food? If only Joseph had sent brown, then I’d be having a goddamn feast, he thought.
He checked the fridge next, and didn’t find much better. It was only when he looked in the freezer that he found something that might work: frozen blueberries.
His stomach gurgled at the sight, seeming to understand that Adam had found it’s meal. He sighed, getting out the blender. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he could put more into the smoothie? He had some protein powder, and milk, and those would be blue when mixed with the blueberries, right?
It would have to be right, because there was no way he was eating ONLY blueberries for breakfast. The smoothie probably wouldn’t be enough by itself anyways, Joseph would still get the hungry belly he wanted.
So Adam set about making his smoothie, his stomach giving the occasional rumble along the way. He poured in the milk, blueberries, protein powder, and ice, and began pulsing the blender until the mix became smooth. But as he did so, his heart sank.
The smoothie was obviously, undeniably, purple. Not blue. Honestly he wasn’t sure how he could have forgotten, there’s not really naturally blue foods, they’re usually actually purple, and blueberries were the classic case. He sighed, leaning back against the counter, rubbing his belly as it gave a mournful rumble. It was getting deeper now, the growls shaking his hand harder.
Adam sighed, wondering what the hell Joseph expected him to eat. Clearly he must’ve thought he could eat something since he didn’t just skip over the color, but what blue foods did Joseph know of that Adam didn’t?
The tan fingers of Adam’s hand dug into his belly as he thought, trying to think back in his mind to a time where he might’ve seen Adam eating something blue. There was blueberry muffins, blue corn tortilla chips, blue lollipops, and… a blue drink?
He could remember it now, Joseph had been drinking a blue tea of some kind, and called Adam over to see something. He watched as Joseph squeezed a lemon over the tea, and it turned bright pink.
Joseph quickly moved over to the cabinet where Joseph kept his tea, and there! Butterfly pea flower powder! Adam laughed in triumph and quickly pulled it out. There wasn’t much left so he dumped the rest of the bag in and pulsed the blender.
Lo and behold, the smoothie began turning a brilliant bright blue. His stomach moaned loudly at the sight, and he quickly poured a large glass full, chugging it until a sharp pain went through his head.
“Ow! Fuckin brain freeze…” Adam muttered. He looked at the clock as the pain went down and sighed. It was almost time for him to go to work, no time to stop by somewhere and see if he could get a proper blue breakfast.
Not that he knew of many places that served blue pancakes. Or blue croissants. Blue breakfast burritos…
His stomach moaned again, grumbling thickly around the few gulps of smoothie in it. He texted Joseph a picture of his small breakfast before downing the rest. Dammit… I’m still hungry.
He sighed and went to his room to get dressed.
~~~
Adam was shelving books at the bookstore when his stomach rumbled again. The smoothie had only lasted him a couple hours, even with the protein powder in it. Luckily it hadn’t gotten loud yet, but the hunger still gnawed at his belly. He wished Joseph was here, he would be able to rub his belly, tease him for the noises it made… If he had to be hungry it would at least be nice to have someone there to tease him for it.
“Excuse me sir?” Adam jumped and turned to see a woman standing there, holding up a book. “Do you know if I could return this book? I didn’t notice one of the pages was ripped until I got home.”
Adam glanced at the book and felt his stomach shift ominously. It was a cookbook. On the front was a picture of some kind of grilled sandwich, bright and so, so delicious looking…
“Oh, um, yes, of course!” Adam led her to the counter, where he started the return. The whole time he could feel his stomach shifting hungrily, and all he could do was try and get through it as fast as possible and silently beg his stomach not to make any noise.
Eventually the transaction finished and he handed her a return receipt with a smile.
“Thank you, have a good–”
*Groooooooowwwwwlll*
Adam’s face blushed under his dark skin, a hand instinctively moving up to clutch his belly.
“Hungry?” the woman said with a laugh, apparently not minding the interruption. Adam however hoped the ground would open up and swallow him.
“Heh, a bit! My break is soon though so I can eat then!”
She laughed and waved goodbye, but as soon as he was out of sight Adam groaned and put his head in his hands, fingers scrunching up in his long wavy hair. His stomach rumbled again and he slapped a hand to it.
“Shut up.”
~~~
A couple hours later and it was finally lunchtime. Adam could hardly stand it now. His belly was rumbling so much his coworker had sent him on his break early, and his ears still felt hot from the interaction. He held his stomach in his hands, feeling it growl desperately under his fingers. It felt so good in some ways, but goddammit he wished he could properly enjoy it. His mind was caught between work, his starved belly, and all the horny thoughts that come with said starved belly.
The grocery store right next to his work wasn’t helping much either. He was walking around, looking for a blue food to eat, but that meant he also had to walk past microwave pasta meals, meat and seafood, the entirety of the snack aisle that made his stomach moan louder than it had all day. Each growl felt like it was getting louder by the minute, and he couldn’t tell if his knees were weak from arousal or hunger. Probably both.
There were few times he felt lucky to be trans but this was one of them. He was hard as a rock but at least he didn’t have to try and hide it.
In the end he turned down the chips aisle and found a large bag of blue corn tortilla chips. Blue enough for me, he thought. He also went and got a blue gatorade as well. It was his least favorite flavor but being so hungry he figured maybe it would help. He also bought some packets of blue kool-aid, and blue takis, and some blue sour candies. Guess that’s dinner then. Especially since they were out of that blue tea at home, couldn’t pull off that trick again.
Eventually Adam settled down in the breakroom and began eating, hungry rumbles sounding between each chip he stuffed in his mouth. Eventually his stomach quieted down a bit though, especially as he guzzled down the gatorade, muffling the rumbles under the weight of the liquid.
But just as he thought he might actually be able to eat enough to be full, he put his hand in the bag and found… nothing. His heart sank as he looked inside and found only crumbs. He sighed and checked his watch. 4 more hours until he could go home.
He texted Joseph a picture of what he ate and then sighed and threw away the empty bag and bottle, rubbing his stomach and hoping maybe this would last him longer than the smoothie had.
~~~
The noises Adam’s stomach was making on the drive home were so loud he could hear it over his music. His dick throbbed at a particularly loud growl and he shifted in his seat. It felt like every sound was going straight to his crotch.
When he finally got home he tore open the bag of takis and ate them as he set down his things, stomach howling with each bite he swallowed. It wasn’t long though before those were gone, as the bag was even smaller than the bag of corn tortilla chips. Soon the sour candies and kool-aid were gone too, and he sat back on his couch with a heavy sigh.
Still not enough.
It made sense, he was a big guy. He worked out often, and even though he skipped his workout today it seems his body was desperately missing the calories it normally got. But he was out of blue food today. This was all he would get.
It was only an hour later when his stomach growled again.
He’d been looking at cooking videos. A terrible idea given the circumstances but gods he was hungry. It was all he could think about. It came in waves, the sound rolling in his stomach like thunder. He pressed his hand into his stomach and bit his lip, swallowing hard as it moaned against his hand. He was so hungry, stomach shaking and growling so much…
Adam was about to reach down his pants when his phone suddenly rang.
It was Joseph.
“Hey baby,” Adam said.
“Hi! How ya doin?” Joseph answered.
“Ugh, fucking starved.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm, my stomach’s been growling all day.”
“Aww, poor hungry boy. Blue food’s not enough to fill that belly is it?”
“Of course not, but you knew that.”
Joseph laughs. “I sure did. Your stomach must be making so much noise.”
As if on cue, Adam’s stomach gave a desperate rumble, loud enough to shake his ribcage.
“Wow,” Joseph said with a laugh. “You sound starved.”
“I am,” Adam groaned. “I’m so hungry. You could probably hear my stomach even if you weren’t on the phone with me. It won’t stop rumbling, Joey!”
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re hungry.”
Adam laughed, and his stomach growled again. His dick throbbed again and he groaned. “Gods it’s turning me on too, fuck…”
“Oh? Getting excited from your own stomach are you? Usually it’s my stomach getting you all riled up.”
“Well with you gone I gotta stoop to a lower level now don’t I?” Adam teased. His stomach rumbled in protest however, pulling him back to the space between his legs. “Mmh, fuck…”
“Hey, why don’t you go get that vibe I bought you? The blue one?” Joseph said, his voice low and smiling.
“Hm? Oh, the one you said had a ‘surprise’ with it?” Adam said, shaking his head doggedly to clear it of the arousal.
“That’s the one.”
It took a moment for Adam to find it, but eventually he did, and got undressed, laying down on his bed.
“Now how the fuck do you turn it–”
Suddenly the vibrator turned itself on in his hand, a low, rumbly buzz.
“It’s remote control,” Joseph said. “Figured it would be fun for while I’m gone.”
Adam grinned. “You’re damn right.”
He put it against himself and immediately moaned with pleasure. His stomach growled again, making his dick throb against the vibrator.
“Good boy,” Joseph murmured into the phone. “Hungry thing, aren’t you? You barely got anything to eat today.”
“Mmh, I’m so hungry, I can’t stop thinking about food,” Adam sighed, his breath heavy.
“Getting so worked up will only make you hungrier won’t it? Poor thing you won’t be able to catch a break.”
Adam’s stomach growled again, and his back arched, drawing out the sound even deeper.
“Aww, your stomach is begging for food isn’t it. I bet you wish you could have all your favorites. Especially meat, you poor thing, I bet a nice, juicy, red steak is just what your belly needs right now.”
“Mmh, fuck, Joseph, I’m so hungry, I want that so bad–”
The vibrator suddenly kicked up a notch, buzzing harder against him and shifting in waves, making him gasp and squirm on his bed.
“Oh gods, oh that feels good,” he panted. His stomach groaned desperately again with the increase in his heart rate, and he gave a breathy laugh. “My belly doesn’t like that at all–mmh.”
“I bet it doesn’t. Poor thing doesn’t want you getting so worked up,” Joseph said. “All it wants is something warm and filling, but all it’s gotten are chips and berries. Not nearly enough to fill you up, big boy.”
“F-Fuck, Joseph, I think I’m gonna–”
“Mmm, not yet, hold on a little longer, I want your belly to growl one more time. Really show me how hungry you are.”
“I-I’ll try, this thing has a mind–fuck–mind of it’s own though, I don’t know if–”
*GROOOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL*
“That’ll do it,” Joseph said, and suddenly the vibrator kicked it up one more notch, rumbling hard against Adam’s dick and he gasped, unable to hold back anymore and he came, waves of pleasure shaking his legs and arching his back.
It was a minute two later before Adam found the ability to speak properly again, panting out a few words at a time.
“That… felt so good… fuck… ugh my stomach…”
“You okay?” Joseph asked, his voice now the more gentle one he had when helping Adam in aftercare.
“Yeah, just hungry,” Adam laughed.
“Of course,” Joseph said, laughing himself. “I already ordered you some doordash, it should be there in a few minutes. Just make sure you’re wearing pants when you go to the door. It’s your favorite Chinese place.”
“I thought I was only supposed to eat blue food?”
“Yeah, but I’m not dumb, I’m not making you go to bed hungry,” Joseph said, and Adam could almost hear him roll his eyes. “You were good today, you deserve a nice reward. Also you need it, that’s how humans function and all that.”
“‘And all that,’” Adam echoed, sitting up slowly, still feeling a bit dazed from arousal. “Thanks Joey. You’re the sweetest.”
“Ya damn right,” Joseph said. “Now go eat, I don’t want you going to bed until every last noodle is in that belly.”
I feel like the cottage/hunger AU thing would probably have a point where some of the characters have to wait a while to make their food because they didn't realize that it got frozen from the cold. Especially if they have to store meat with some amount of cold to preserve it, but the full weather gets in and freezes it.
not tolly the same. and srr it’s k//ng3r again but i love him
that poor guy😭 I hate that i love drawing this mean shit. tho i feel so bad for him
idk what the fuck surface thats supposed to be but wheres my hunger girlies. a fun fact about toto is when hes feeling down he just Cannot eat
[ID: a drawing of a guy with a bruise under his eye, sitting with his head down on his arms on a table. he's crying quietly, and his tummy lets out a long, sad growl. a thought bubble over his head shows a jellyfish labeled "brainless" and "spineless."]
shortly following this image (they go to a weekly art class)
[hunger, mood-related lack of appetite, implied abuse, he eats in the end]
"Hey, Toto--oh, what happened?" Keonda looked up with concern as Toto set his watercolor pad on the stool beside hers.
"Huh?"
"Your face! What, did you get in a fight or something?"
"Oh! Um…" Toto thought about that, absently touching the bruise under his eye. "Um, no, it's nothin'."
Keonda gave him a skeptical look, but she didn't push the issue. She had a pretty good idea where that bruise had come from, and she supposed he probably wouldn't want to talk about it--he always hated making his wife sound bad. Deciding that attempting to cheer him up would be a better course of action, she changed the subject.
"Whatcha workin' on tonight?"
"Um, I think I'm gonna try to finish my flowers," he said, though he didn't sound confident. "What about you?"
"I finally finished my other thing last week so I'm lookin' at the setup with all the weird little statues."
The lecture was brief tonight--the instructor gave a few tips on color mixing and composition, then left everybody to it--and Keonda was happily sketching the interesting still life she'd been eyeing since it was put out. When she glanced over at Toto, though, her heart sank a little. He had the pad open to his half-finished painting, but he didn't seem to be doing anything with it. He was just gazing glumly down at the page, limply holding a dry paintbrush in his hand. He looked like he'd had the life sucked out of him. Just as she was about to say something, a long, whining growl came from his stomach. She glanced up at the clock. It was only just after seven, and the class went on until ten.
"Hey, didn't you eat dinner?"
"Huh? Oh, um, I wasn't, I wasn't hungry." That, she at least believed. Whenever he was feeling down, Toto's appetite left the building completely.
"Well, it sure seems like you're hungry now," said Keonda, giving his hollow tummy a gentle poke with the flat end of her pencil. "You didn't bring any snacks, did you?" He shook his head. She frowned.
"I'm alright," he said, just barely mustering up a smile for her. His stomach growled again, though, a weak, miserable sound, and he held an arm over it.
"You wanna grab dinner somewhere after class? We could sneak out a little early," she suggested. Toto thought about that, and, realizing that question was just too much for him to handle on a cloudy head and an empty stomach, she changed her approach.
"I'm gonna get pizza afterwards. I've been thinking about that place up the road all week. Come with me, alright?" Toto nodded obediently.
Keonda made good headway on her statues, but Toto found himself struggling to do much of anything that evening. He felt like a ragdoll. He added a little extra color to one of his leaves, a shadow here and there, but he simply couldn't find it in him to get into it. His empty belly ached, though the idea of eating anything still seemed unpalatable, and between that and his gloomy mood, there wasn't an ounce of focus in him. Keonda tried to chat with him while they worked, but not even her chipper demeanor could pull him out of the slump.
"Toto, what's on your mind?"
"Huh?"
"You're not here tonight. What's going on? Do you wanna talk about it?" Toto thought for a moment, then shook his head glumly, sniffling.
"It's just, um, it's just stuff," he said, wiping his eye. "It's my own fault anyway. It doesn't matter. Your statues look really nice." Keonda hopped down from her stool and hugged him tight.
"I won't bug you about it if you don't want to talk, but I'm sure it wasn't your fault," she said, patting his back. "Your flowers look nice too."
The time ticked by slowly, and it was a little after nine when Keonda started packing up, not an unusual time for a few people to head out. She didn't feel bad about dragging Toto out early; his forced attempts to work on his painting were utterly listless, and he was clearly starving. She thought the sound of his stomach growling was just about the loneliest, most pitiful noise she'd ever heard a human body make, and she was eager to get some hot food into him. She just hoped he wouldn't turn it down once they got there.
It was only a five minute drive before they met again in the parking lot of the pizza place. Keonda couldn't help noticing the waiter giving Toto an odd look as he brought them to a table, clearly wondering if the black eye was a sign of a troublemaker, and she felt immediately defensive, though she supposed it was a fair guess. He was quick to bring out their pizza though; the place was nearly empty at such a late hour. Toto nibbled at a fry, more to appease his friend than anything else, and she slid a slice of pizza onto a plate for him.
"I'm not lettin' you out of here 'til you eat," she said, passing him the plate. She'd ordered a Margherita pizza, knowing Toto was a sucker for basil, and, sure enough, she could see something subtle open up in his expression as the smell of it wafted up toward him. Finally giving in, he took a small bite for her.
While Toto's lack of appetite was often a result of a bad mood, it had a way of cycling back into a factor for it as well. Not eating all afternoon hadn't done a thing to help him feel better, but as he slowly worked his way through the slice of pizza, he began to perk up ever so slightly.
"You're-you're a good friend," said Toto, pausing to take a little sip of his soda. The ache in his belly was fading, and while he was still feeling down, it was hard to deny the effect of her company and her kindness.
"You are too, Toto, and you're a good person," said Keonda. "Whatever's going on at home, you deserve better, alright?" He seemed unsure about that, but he didn't argue. He simply gave her a sheepish smile--much less forced this time than the smile he'd tried to reassure her with earlier--and took another bite of pizza.
Author's Note: Hey! Long time no see :) October gave me the inspiration to write a little something with Buck and Dante again, and I figured I should post it here since it's been awhile since I've posted any writing. So enjoy!
Word Count: 1.5k
CW: Hunger, guns mentioned, sensory issues, gore mention
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The screen door slammed shut, and Dante looked up from his research for the first time in what felt like hours to follow the sound of heavy, tired footsteps into the kitchen.
"Buck?" He called out, dog-earing his page as he looked up at the clock. It wasn't quite lunchtime yet, but he supposed if Buck was in from the garage, a break couldn't hurt.
"In here!" Buck called back, and Dante slipped out of his chair to meet him in the kitchen: He was rifling through the fridge, tossing every package of lunch meat he could find onto the counter, along with the cheddar, bread and mayo. Clearly, he'd come in here with the intent to make one hell of a sandwich.
Dante leaned against the doorway, observing the other man. "Damn. Someone's hungry, huh?"
"Y'don't even know the half of it." Buck grumbled, serving the other a tired glance before turning his attention back to the fridge to deliberate between other possible toppings. He'd decided on pickles, ketchup and mustard by the time Dante crossed the kitchen and ruffled Buck's hair affectionately on his way to put a pot of afternoon coffee on for himself.
"Well, the full moon is tonight."
"Don't remind me…" Buck sighed. "I swear, it sneaks up on me every month."
"We've had a lot on our plate lately… How're you feeling?"
"Like I never even ate breakfast." Buck's stomach rumbled, and he set a hand against the gentle swell of his belly, rubbing it gingerly as he closed the fridge. "I been thinkin' 'bout lunch all day…" He took out four slices of bread, laying them out on a plate as he munched on the heel.
"So… Two sandwiches, then?"
Buck shook his head, beginning to spread the mayonnaise on thickly. "One's for you. You want ham or turkey?"
"Buck, you don't have to make me one… You should be making yourself one of those massive sandwiches Shaggy was always eating in Scooby Doo."
The other man chuckled wryly as he heaped turkey, ham and cheese onto his own sandwich. "That would do the trick, wouldn't it…" His stomach growled restlessly, and he sighed. "But, you're helping me tonight. I figured I oughta do somethin' nice before I end up tryin' to eat you later."
"So take me out for a drink tomorrow." Dante sipped his coffee, eyeing Buck up and down. "How do you usually manage the transformations, anyhow?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in watching how the transformation process affected Buck before the full moon rose: He'd been hunting werewolves for years, but he'd never gotten the chance to observe the transformation until his close encounter with Buck during last month's full moon.
How either of them didn't kill each other still amazed Dante.
"I, uh… Usually drive out into the middle of nowhere." Buck clammed up somewhat as he carefully assembled Dante's sandwich. "Figured it was no use tryin' to lock myself down. I've seen the kinda mess I can make when I'm like that… And if I got out, I'd be right by a neighborhood fulla folks I know, and I couldn't risk hurtin' any of 'em. But unless it's hunting season, there ain't nobody in these woods at night. So I just, turn myself loose and hope I ain't too banged-up or too far from my truck when I come to."
Dante nodded along, frowning as Buck explained what the morning after looked like. "So, what do you need me doing tonight? Because hunting season just started…" And he couldn't risk Buck attacking somebody, or vice versa. Because anybody he ran into in the woods tonight would more than likely have a gun.
"I'll tell you later." Buck said shortly, plating their lunches and handing the ham sandwich to Dante. Buck's sandwich was nearly a double-decker: He'd crammed so much meat and cheese on that the two slices of white bread barely contained his condiment-soaked monstrosity. It didn't look particularly appetizing, but it sure looked like it'd be filling.
"I gotta get back in the shop."
"Alright… Just don't work too late, I'd like some time to, y'know, prepare."
Buck nodded curtly, and stole away with his sandwich without another word.
…
It was barely four by the time Buck came in from the garage, and Dante had just started preparing dinner. He figured something hearty was in order, so he landed on chicken and dumplings: A more labor-intensive meal, but Dante was craving it just as much as he was sure Buck was craving something filling.
The screen door slammed open again, but no greeting came from Buck. He didn't even come into the kitchen: The footsteps stopped at the couch, and Dante walked in just in time to see the older man flop back onto it with an exhausted groan. He seemed entirely dead to the world as soon as he closed his eyes, and Dante figured he would have stayed that way if his stomach hadn't interrupted the silence with a terrible howl. He winced and dug a hand into it as the noises trailed off into a string of angry gurgles.
"…Are you cooking?" He asked wearily, turning to face Dante standing in the doorway behind him.
"How could you tell?" Dante stepped past the threshold of the kitchen and onto the shag carpet in the tiny living room to stand behind the couch. If he didn't know any better, Dante would think Buck was sick. He was a strong fella with more than enough energy to carry him through the day, but right now he just looked… Deflated.
"I can smell it." His stomach moaned.
"…The chicken's still defrosting, how can you-"
"I just can." Buck rubbed his temples, his other hand still resting on his belly. Dante hadn't known the other long, but he'd never seen him this agitated before. "I can smell it, I can smell you. I can hear a donkey pissing a mile away and the only thing I can think about is food." He lamented. Dante frowned and finally decided to sit down beside Buck instead of hover over him.
"So all your senses get dialed up to eleven before you turn?" Buck nodded, eyes flitting anywhere but towards Dante.
He wasn't used to talking about this.
"Yup. The wolf who turned me, she uh…Laid it all out for me. Told me that every full moon I'd be "eatin' for two", so to speak. That the only way I could satisfy it was with a hunt. She told me it'd be uncomfortable…" He scoffed. "Nothin' ever coulda prepared me for how it really feels. At first it's almost like bein' drunk: Your senses don't feel right, you're in a different state of mind, the best thing in the world is a plate of wings… And then it just gets worse. The hunger, the ringin' in your ears, and it don't let up until you feel your bones start to break."
It would have been rude, but Dante wished he had his notebook on him. Either way, he couldn't help his curiosity. "…You knew the wolf that turned you?"
"She was my wife." He said simply. Dante had to stop himself from gaping.
"You were-"
"Right outta high school. Stupid decision, considerin' what she turned out to be, but I wanted that apple-pie, white picket fence life and back then, I saw it with her." He shook his head, staring off into the near distance. "She had other ideas."
Dante was speechless. "…Shit. I'm sorry-"
"-And I'm sorry for the melodrama. The full moon seems to bring it outta me." He tried to dismiss the topic, but Dante wasn't having it.
"Don't apologize, Buck. I mean, it's not like it's unwarranted…" Dante set a hand on his shoulder, and Buck just nodded curtly.
"I just… Feel like I have to. I coulda killed you last time, and if we ain't careful tonight…" Buck didn't finish the thought. He didn't want to think of what he might do.
"What do you need me to do?" Dante squeezed his shoulder, but before he could say anything, his stomach groaned. The noise was deep and hollow, and clearly felt just as bad as it sounded by the way Buck's face screwed up in discomfort. Dante just smiled slightly and leaned over to rub his belly affectionately.
"Sounds like I should finish dinner first. Then we can worry about everything else, alright?"
Buck shook his head in disbelief. "You're too good to me, you know that right?" Dante chuckled at that; and he planted a kiss on the top of Buck's head before standing up.
"Hey, you started it. Speaking of… Is that why you started flirting with me around the full moon? Because you get all sappy?" Buck rubbed his neck bashfully.
"Come on, now… Don't go puttin' me under a microscope just because you know all there is to know about werewolves."
