His teeth sank in. The rabbit's body slowly went limp, its white fur staining with its own blood. Severus looked at the rabbit and his bloody hands. He would never admit it, but he didn't think the creature deserved this type of death. It was only to survive, to survive. To survive.
Severus licked his fingers clean, smearing some blood on his lips. The feast eventually ends.
The young man heard proud footsteps behind him. He turned to see a stoic-faced man, which he faintly remembered from his years at Hogwarts. It seemed to Severus that Tom purposely tried to step on every single branch, every single dried-up, withered leaf on the ground. He was more than capable of not doing that, and he certainly wasn't stupid either.
"I advise you to be quicker next time. We're not alone here, our souls aren't the only ones creeping up behind trees," Tom's eyes lit up. He stayed still, his hands carelessly stuffed in his pockets. He was a master of eye contact, which Severus didn't show much interest or skill in.
Severus stood up slowly, gently sliding the rabbit aside. Or, well, trying to do so. "I don't remember asking for advice," his voice quivered, it had been a pretty long time since he'd had a somewhat normal conversation, and his heightened hunger didn't help. He could only imagine what kind of sweet aroma he would smell from a fresh wound, how Tom's skin would twitch as he finally reaches satisfaction. "Why are you here?" It is only left to wonder if Severus was genuinely curious, or just asking only to distract himself.
"Usual nightly walks by the forest of my orphanage," he shrugged. "It's not every day that you meet a blood-thirsty vampire." Severus furrowed his eyebrows. Tom kept talking nonsense.
"You know, you should stop killing all those animals. The kids at the orphanage are worried it's the bears. I have a feeling they know," he grinned wickedly. "Although... The death of this one is its own fault." Tom brought his foot to the rabbit's body, hooking it with the nose of his shoe and swinging it aside. "Must've escaped, it's quite far. Your sins are forgiven, I suppose."
As if he could acknowledge his own, Severus thought. One for sure would be at the top of his list: living in the same orphanage even after reaching adulthood. But he truly couldn't judge without knowing the entire situation, and he wasn't planning to.
"Is your new hobby playing a priest? Have you abandoned your evil shenanigans to become a prude, or something?" Severus hissed, getting a chuckle from Tom.
If it were anyone else, Severus would've rolled his eyes and moved on. But not with Tom, no. That man had managed to keep up his edgy character from his teens, and it pressed Severus' nerves.
"Not exactly, Severus. My plans are none of your business." You could almost see the fire in his eyes as he stared deep into the forest for a while. "I remember," he started, "I thought to, even wished, to invite you to be my acquaintance when we were children. It seemed to me that you had power, and it had to be used. But my decision not to was right, it seems. You've become weak."
"I can rip your throat out," Severus didn't hesitate. No, he will not take any disrespect from the other man.
Disrespect or not, he wouldn't mind sinking his fangs into Tom's neck either way.
"Oh, scary," Tom smiled mockingly. "How do you even think that I would feel threatened when you-" he cut himself off, his eyes slowly widened in some sort of realization, as if he finally had figured out the meaning of life. "You'd... You'd like that..." He muttered faintly, before cleaning his throat.
Silence enveloped them, before Tom succumbed to his inner, most impulsive thoughts. He rolled his sleeve up, exposing his pale skin and blue veins. It was true eye candy for Severus.
Tom's mouth hung slightly open at the sight of Severus' thirsty eyes. He turned his gaze away, he could not tolerate such view. "Go on... I can see that you're starving, you won't fool anyone."
Severus let out a soft sigh. "No."
The other man was about to give up, but he felt Severus' eyes drilling into him. There was no doubt he wanted it. Keeping his serious expression, Tom met his eyes. After that, the vampire wasted no time.
He latched onto his flesh, sinking his teeth further and further. Tom's breath hitched, staying somewhere deep in his throat. He was prepared for everything, yet this feeling was unexpected. Almost sweet.
And Severus, he felt dizzy from contentment. His eyes closed on their own. He could almost feel himself fainting. The taste was heavenly, he felt himself falling into a neverending abyss. He could not stop. His grip on Tom's hand tightened, his fingers going completely white, like paper. He had never tasted such paradise as he did in Tom's veins. His blood was addictive, and Severus fully understood that he was now a fly in his web, eternally addicted to his taste.
Tom started shaking, and Severus pulled away like he had been woken up from deep sleep. Suddenly, a hand gripped his chin and their lips clashed. Hard.
Tom's hand tangled in Severus' hair feverishly, trapping him between himself. Their tongues met, sharing the desire that was coursing in Tom's blood. Severus gripped his neck. His fingers tightened every second he was lacking air. He was drowning in Tom's bloody lips, and he loved it.
When Severus eventually backed up, Tom tugged on his hair, pulling him back into the kiss, the embrace. Their faces were colored with smeared blood, Severus could not even tell the difference. He did not know which one of them, Tom's blood or his lips, were more delicious.
If he were to die this way, suffocate in the darkness of such desire they shared, he would, he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't think twice, he'd let himself stay in the dark and gloomy forest, because even if surrounded by unwanted presence, he was still in Tom's presence.
"God..." Severus only managed to mutter, pressing his lips further to Tom's as he caressed his hair in a feverish manner.