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The dense canopy of the ancient forest, where sunlight dared not penetrate, shrouded Baz in an oppressive darkness.
He was bound by chains forged from cold iron, his wrists raw and chafed.
The air hung heavy with the musky scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a stark contrast to the crisp, clean air of his usual haunts.
He had been captured by a coven of vampires, their strength and savagery far exceeding his own.
Their leader, a towering figure with eyes that burned like embers, had a particular interest in Baz, his motives shrouded in a sinister mystery.
Days blurred into nights, each one a torment of hunger and thirst.
The vampires denied him blood, their laughter echoing through the trees as they watched him weaken.
Baz's usually sharp features were drawn and gaunt, his eyes sunken and shadowed.
His body ached with a constant, gnawing hunger, his throat parched and raw.
Yet, his spirit, though battered, refused to break as he clung to the memory of his Simon, his love, his light, his everything.
Simon, meanwhile, was frantic.
He had sensed Baz's distress through their bond, a connection forged through Baz's careful study of advanced magic and their enduring love.
Simon scoured the land, his heart heavy with worry, his mind filled with images of Baz suffering. He tried hard to push them out of his mind. He had to stay focused. Baz had been missing for nearly a week.
Finally, he found Baz, the bond sparkling inside his brain, leading him to the secluded area.
The sight of Baz, chained and weakened, ignited a fury within Simon that burned brighter than any sun.
He charged into the coven's lair, his magic crackling around him like a storm.
The vampires, caught off guard, were no match for his wrath. He dispatched them with a swiftness and ferocity unseen from him in nearly a decade.
Baz watched in awe as Simon fought, remembering that last time he witnesses his magic so unrestricted was the night he killed the Mage.
When the last vampire fell, Simon rushed to Baz's side, his eyes filled with tears.
He knelt before Baz, his hands trembling as he unlocked the chains.
"Baz," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I should have gotten here sooner."
Baz reached out a hand, his touch feather-light against Simon's cheek.
"You're here now," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That's all that matters."
Simon cradled Baz in his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved's weakened state.
He knew what Baz needed, what he had been denied for so long.
"Please, Drink from me, Baz," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. And when Baz vehetmely shook his head, Simon tried again, "Please, you need it."
Baz hesitated, his primal vampire instincts at war with the weakened logical part of his brain.
He didn't want to take from Simon. Couldn't bear the possibility of hurting him.
He would find some way to get back to their home without it.
He had just about convinced himself and then he looked up.
Simon's eyes, filled with love and concern, were unwavering.
Fucking Simon bloody Snow had never taken No for an answer in his life and Baz knew he wouldn't be starting today.
With an exasperated sigh, Baz relented.
He allowed his fangs to graze Simon’s skin, the sensation causing Simon to shiver as a mixture of pain and pleasure brushed along his throat where Baz's fangs took hold.
The taste of Simon's blood was immensely comforting, a reminder of their love.
Baz closed his eyes and savored the sweet, rich flavor. Feeling more than a little guilty.
But as the warmth spread through him, Baz could feel his strength returning and his body healing.
When Baz finally pulled away, his eyes were clear and shone with their normal grey intensity.
His color was slowly returning too.
"I love you, Si." He leaned into Simon, his head resting on his shoulder.
"I love you more, darling." Simon whispered, his lips brushing Baz's forehead.
Together, they left the forest, the rising sun painting the sky with vibrant hues.
Baz wanted nothing more than the gentle embrace of his husband and the comfort of his own warm bed for the foreseeable future.