One More Night
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,814
Reviews:
34
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Currently Reading:
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Dinner Time
Like I said...each chapter is a different time he tastes blood. Since you all loved it so much I decided to write this one out...it shouldn't be too long.
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One more night before he could feed. Quatre hated the taste of blood ever since getting the taste of Wufei on his tongue. It had been nearly three weeks since he had fed. The night after licking his hands clean he had snuck out for a 'snack' and had found that he was utterly repulsed by the taste. He couldn't even force it down the next time he tried and the hunger was getting to him. He wasn't sure he could hold off another night, he was already light headed and he could see the way the others were looking at him. He was starting to get pale and the other pilots were taking notice.
He had to last one more night in the hideout with them. Listening to them breath, hearing their hearts beating and if he was hungry enough he would even be able to hear the blood flowing in their veins. He was a pilot and he could handle one more night. Even if he didn't think he could, he would make himself.
Quatre pulled himself off the ceiling in his room and landed gracefully on the floor. Pacing the ceiling always helped to quell blood-lust for him. Noticing that the sun was setting through the small window Quatre quietly sighed. He would have to go downstairs and have dinner with the others. He hoped Heero hadn't cooked again, last time everything had been smothered in garlic. Not a bad thing, Quatre loved garlic...just so long as he had blood in his system, he couldn't stand it otherwise. The smell alone was enough to make him sick. He had had to tell everyone he was allergic to garlic in order to get out of eating for the night.
Walking down the stairs Quatre paused before stepping off the last stair. Something smelt wonderful to both his human and vampire side...what was it? More importantly, where was it? Turning the corner he felt his mouth start watering. Wufei was cooking, that in itself was good, he had always loved Wufei's cooking, but now 05 was bleeding.
Duo was standing behind him looking very guilty and a little worried at what the Asian might do to him. It didn't take a genius to realize the American had snuck up behind Wufei while he was slicing something and startled him. There was a nasty little wound from the base of his palm across to the index finger. Quatre had to bite back a smile-blood. Easy to obtain and exactly the blood he wanted to taste too. Wufei's blood...and now said pilot was ignoring his hand and was moving to throw the entire contents of the pan away.
"Duo, you should go take care of his hand, I'll take care of the mess in here." Quatre hadn't acted like a mother hen for a few days and was happy to see both of them listen to what he had said without question.
The moment he was sure they were gone Quatre moved quickly...well, in human standards anyway. He grabbed a fork, ate the small amount that the blood had covered and sighed in ecstasy...there was nothing else in the world that tasted that good. Dumping the rest of the contents out, Quatre had just finished licking the knife clean and washing the pan as the two pilots came back in. Quatre became painfully aware of the fact that he would have to feed from Wufei if he was ever going to be able to get the blood down.
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Hope you enjoyed, lemme know what you think.
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One more night before he could feed. Quatre hated the taste of blood ever since getting the taste of Wufei on his tongue. It had been nearly three weeks since he had fed. The night after licking his hands clean he had snuck out for a 'snack' and had found that he was utterly repulsed by the taste. He couldn't even force it down the next time he tried and the hunger was getting to him. He wasn't sure he could hold off another night, he was already light headed and he could see the way the others were looking at him. He was starting to get pale and the other pilots were taking notice.
He had to last one more night in the hideout with them. Listening to them breath, hearing their hearts beating and if he was hungry enough he would even be able to hear the blood flowing in their veins. He was a pilot and he could handle one more night. Even if he didn't think he could, he would make himself.
Quatre pulled himself off the ceiling in his room and landed gracefully on the floor. Pacing the ceiling always helped to quell blood-lust for him. Noticing that the sun was setting through the small window Quatre quietly sighed. He would have to go downstairs and have dinner with the others. He hoped Heero hadn't cooked again, last time everything had been smothered in garlic. Not a bad thing, Quatre loved garlic...just so long as he had blood in his system, he couldn't stand it otherwise. The smell alone was enough to make him sick. He had had to tell everyone he was allergic to garlic in order to get out of eating for the night.
Walking down the stairs Quatre paused before stepping off the last stair. Something smelt wonderful to both his human and vampire side...what was it? More importantly, where was it? Turning the corner he felt his mouth start watering. Wufei was cooking, that in itself was good, he had always loved Wufei's cooking, but now 05 was bleeding.
Duo was standing behind him looking very guilty and a little worried at what the Asian might do to him. It didn't take a genius to realize the American had snuck up behind Wufei while he was slicing something and startled him. There was a nasty little wound from the base of his palm across to the index finger. Quatre had to bite back a smile-blood. Easy to obtain and exactly the blood he wanted to taste too. Wufei's blood...and now said pilot was ignoring his hand and was moving to throw the entire contents of the pan away.
"Duo, you should go take care of his hand, I'll take care of the mess in here." Quatre hadn't acted like a mother hen for a few days and was happy to see both of them listen to what he had said without question.
The moment he was sure they were gone Quatre moved quickly...well, in human standards anyway. He grabbed a fork, ate the small amount that the blood had covered and sighed in ecstasy...there was nothing else in the world that tasted that good. Dumping the rest of the contents out, Quatre had just finished licking the knife clean and washing the pan as the two pilots came back in. Quatre became painfully aware of the fact that he would have to feed from Wufei if he was ever going to be able to get the blood down.
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Hope you enjoyed, lemme know what you think.