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They have an agreement. Born out of convenience and necessity.
The problem was that Guy is a very, very hungry fledgling. And he gets very impatient when he's hungry and out of his mind with bloodlust. It's hard, if not impossible to teach Guy to hunt in that state so they both agreed that once Guy felt the first twinges of hunger gnawing at him, he'd come to Jasper and take a sip to bridge him over until their next hunt was in order. That way Guy was in high enough spirits to actually pay attention to Jaspers lessons and sane enough to not go out into the night alone when Jasper wasn't ready yet. It had happened exactly once and never again since their agreement was put into place.
Now, it's still pretty early in the evening. The sun has just gone down and Guy hasn't been up for more than an hour but his stomach makes itself known already. He feels empty and restless, his fangs itch inside his gums and he knows he has to find some breakfast before he gets too agitated. He goes looking for Jasper.
Guy finds him quickly. If the muffled voice of his maker wouldn't lead him through the building the invisible bond connecting them and tugging at his heartstrings sure would have.
Jasper is talking to Owen about something unimportant as Guy rounds the corner and walks through the doorway. He doesn't bother knocking as Jasper already knew he was coming and he really couldn't care less about Owen.
As soon as he enters the room the unfiltered aroma of Jasper washes over him. The scent lingers in every crack and nook of the building, faint but definitely there. But here, in close proximity, it wafts around him like a thick cloud of the finest perfume.
He takes a deep breath and almost starts drooling on the spot. The smell of fresh, rich blood flood his senses and he saunters over to where Jasper sits and plops down into his lap without a second thought. He skillfully ignores the uncomfortable looks Owen throws him as he does his best to continue giving his report and rather busies himself with teasingly nosing along the thick vein in Jasper’s neck.
His fangs drop on their own, tingling with anticipation and want. And Guy’s just itching to sink them into the pulsing skin and let the liquid life spill into his mouth. So he does. Because who's going to stop him?
Hot, filling blood floods his mouth from the two deep punctures. With half-lidded eyes he gulps down mouthfuls of it, unaware of the conversation going on around him.
Jasper leans forward to reach for the tablet on the low table. The movement pleasantly tugs at Guy's fangs and only makes him bite down harder; resulting in a strong gush of blood filling his mouth too fast. It leaks out of the corners of his tightly sealed lips and Guy's eyes fly open as he finds he is about to choke on the sheer amount of liquid being forced down his throat.
His saving grace is Jasper’s calm hand that threads itself into his curls and angles his head slightly up. The movement stretches his throat into a long line; creating a maximum of space for the thick blood to slide down his throat without coming back up through his nose.
When Jasper's sure that Guy's got it under control again, his hand falls away with only a quick scratch behind the ear to soothe over their parting.
Guy only takes a few more deep pulls from Jasper before he eases off. He barely has time to lick the wounds close himself, before they already begin to disappear on their own.
He always gets a bit dumb right after feeding. High on the endorphins and the rush of hot, new life thrumming through his veins. Which means he stays in Jasper's lap a few moments longer, rest his head against the broad chest and licks the stray remnants of blood off his lips.
Owen looks at him with barely disguised jealousy.