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:
3,813
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One More Night
Story has been on my mind for months. I promise I will still finish my other one but I had to write this so I'm not so distracted by it. So...each chapter is a different time he tastes blood. Enjoy.
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One more night...it was always one more night. Staying at any safe house with the others was always hard. He refused to give in and feed off one of them, though he knew there was only one he actually would feed from if he gave in. Anyone fed from had to be drained dry and he couldn't kill another pilot. He could always not drain them...but that would cause them to become a donor.
Now a donor isn't a bad thing, but they have to be fed off of every week to keep their organs working. The longer a vampire feeds off a donor, the less blood the donor needs to survive. If done properly, a donor would be able to be fed from over and over without any ill effect. However, he could never do that to the others, he couldn't force himself to.
Being a donor meant immortality because when someone became a donor, they were donors for the vampire who turned them. Meaning the vampire would never have to hunt again. That would be fantastic, to always have a food source, but he still couldn't do it to any of the others. He couldn't think about this right now. He shouldn't think about this now. There were other things he had to do, and at the top of his list was take care of Wufei.
Quatre still couldn't figure out how the bombs had gone off so early, but he would deal with that problem later. A piece of shrapnel had dug itself into Wufei's thigh and he had to get it out. Retrieving the medical kit from the bathroom, he smiled to himself in the mirror. He was hungry, if anyone looked closely at his reflection, they could see the beginning signs of his skin disappearing. It only happened when he wasn't fed, he had to eat tomorrow or face the consequences.
"Q...'Fei isn't holding still and he's trying to pry the metal out by himself. Said he doesn't need help." Duo yelled down the hall. Quatre suppressed a giggle, exactly what he expected from the Chinese. Walking back to the room, the blonde sighed when he noticed how much blood was now flowing from where the metal had been.
"Wufei, this is why I asked you to wait." The Chinese just glared at the blonde who smiled back and got to work. The wound needed stitches and he was about to go mad from being around the blood without being able to feed. It wouldn't look very good to the other four pilots if he just licked Wufei's leg out of nowhere.
Finishing the last stitch and putting away the items he had used Quatre got up from where he was sitting and walked to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, he finally allowed himself to sink against the door and look at his hands. They were covered in blood...fresh blood. He should rinse them off, he shouldn't tempt himself by tasting the others blood. His body though didn't agree with him. His hands were already at his mouth and his tongue had flicked out to have his first taste of the others blood. Savoring the taste, he very slowly worked his tongue over his hands. By the time his hands were clean he was already purring.
It was sooo good...he wanted more.
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Tell me what you think, this is my first vampire story. Let me know if you want me to continue.
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One more night...it was always one more night. Staying at any safe house with the others was always hard. He refused to give in and feed off one of them, though he knew there was only one he actually would feed from if he gave in. Anyone fed from had to be drained dry and he couldn't kill another pilot. He could always not drain them...but that would cause them to become a donor.
Now a donor isn't a bad thing, but they have to be fed off of every week to keep their organs working. The longer a vampire feeds off a donor, the less blood the donor needs to survive. If done properly, a donor would be able to be fed from over and over without any ill effect. However, he could never do that to the others, he couldn't force himself to.
Being a donor meant immortality because when someone became a donor, they were donors for the vampire who turned them. Meaning the vampire would never have to hunt again. That would be fantastic, to always have a food source, but he still couldn't do it to any of the others. He couldn't think about this right now. He shouldn't think about this now. There were other things he had to do, and at the top of his list was take care of Wufei.
Quatre still couldn't figure out how the bombs had gone off so early, but he would deal with that problem later. A piece of shrapnel had dug itself into Wufei's thigh and he had to get it out. Retrieving the medical kit from the bathroom, he smiled to himself in the mirror. He was hungry, if anyone looked closely at his reflection, they could see the beginning signs of his skin disappearing. It only happened when he wasn't fed, he had to eat tomorrow or face the consequences.
"Q...'Fei isn't holding still and he's trying to pry the metal out by himself. Said he doesn't need help." Duo yelled down the hall. Quatre suppressed a giggle, exactly what he expected from the Chinese. Walking back to the room, the blonde sighed when he noticed how much blood was now flowing from where the metal had been.
"Wufei, this is why I asked you to wait." The Chinese just glared at the blonde who smiled back and got to work. The wound needed stitches and he was about to go mad from being around the blood without being able to feed. It wouldn't look very good to the other four pilots if he just licked Wufei's leg out of nowhere.
Finishing the last stitch and putting away the items he had used Quatre got up from where he was sitting and walked to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, he finally allowed himself to sink against the door and look at his hands. They were covered in blood...fresh blood. He should rinse them off, he shouldn't tempt himself by tasting the others blood. His body though didn't agree with him. His hands were already at his mouth and his tongue had flicked out to have his first taste of the others blood. Savoring the taste, he very slowly worked his tongue over his hands. By the time his hands were clean he was already purring.
It was sooo good...he wanted more.
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Tell me what you think, this is my first vampire story. Let me know if you want me to continue.