Chapter 1
Kurt's traced the soft veins running down Pietro's arms and to his wrists, all the way down his hands and then back up again, he could hear it circulating throughout his body, with each beat he grew hungrier, and with each touch Pietro leaned into him more. His partner's breath was labored, anticipating when the vampire would take his meal, but moments like this were to be savored. Each meal was a blessing to him, something he needn't fight for, given to him by a man so fragile and delicate. If he wanted Kurt could break him, take it all and leave the fragile man hollow, but he won't. He loves him. So he pushes the hunger down, subduing himself to make each moment as tender as possible. He pulled the silver haired man to his chest, pushing his long curled hair to the side to reveal what he wanted. An artery. Free to be taken from. He traced it lightly, down his neck, across his chest, and down his stomach, trailing down to his thighs, feeling the harsh pulse.
"You need to calm down liebling, you'll bleed far too much like this."
Pietro let out a soft whine followed by a shallow huff. "It's hard to be calm…when you're working me up so much."
Kurt let out half a chuckle and gave him a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck. He squished the soft thigh, feeling the blood pump beneath his fingers, lightly pushing in so it struggled more to get through his veins. When he released his grasp he watched as the color returned to his thigh, leaving it a tanish color. He wrapped his arm up and around his chest and pushed them both together, steadying his breathing to calm Pietro before biting in.
There was a strong rush, pure static flowed through Kurt's mouth, the sensation almost burning, but just as fast as it came it was gone, along with Pietro's soft wail of pain. The static turned to a soft hum as the honey-like texture and taste came through, filling his mouth with bliss. He let out a content growl as he fed, holding Pietro right against his chest. He held him there, for minutes, enjoying the flavor, the smell, every aspect of the fragile man beneath his grasp.
He stopped as soon as he felt Pietro's muscles start to release, growing tired, trying to collapse on itself. He pulled back, locking clean the holes left by his large fangs, and planted a kiss over the wounds. He slowly laid back in the bed, allowing Pietro to slump down and curl up into the fur and blankets. As he began to drift off he mumbled his I love yous, and fell fast asleep, feeling safe and loved in the arms of a blood thirsty predator.