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There's a hunger in Ivan that Till can see as clear as day.
It's might not be obvious to anyone else, but Till can see it. There's desire in Ivan's eyes, stifled by his self-restraint. He hides away from Till when he drinks from blood bags. He never mentions when he's hungry. He doesn't push for more affection. He takes what Till gives him and accepts it gratefully.
It frustrates Till.
They're alone in the classroom once more. Ivan finishes packing his bag, fangs peeking out of his lips. "Should we get going?"
Till grasps Ivan's wrist as he's still seated at the desk. Ivan looks at him in confusion.
"Till—?"
"Hey." Till tilts his head to the side, baring his neck. "Drink from me."
Ivan laughs with that stupidly fake smile of his. "That's not a good idea—"
Till grabs Ivan's hair, yanking his head towards him to shove his face into the crook of Till's neck.
"Bite me," Till commands. "I know you want to."
Ivan inhales deeply, his voice wavering. "Till, I can't—"
"I want it," Till says firmly. "I want you. All of you. All of your love. All your desire. Not what others think is appropriate, or what you think is appropriate, but everything."
Till looks down, into Ivan's dark, intoxicated eyes. "I want to devour you, and be devoured by you. Don't hide your hunger from me because I don't want to hide my hunger from you."
Ivan grasps Till's waist, hiding his gaze in Till's neck. He exhales shakily, fangs scraping Till's skin. "What if my love is too much for you?"
"I'll accept it all," Till replies, without an ounce of hesitation.
"Even if I told you I wanted to consume you whole? That I despise it when other people come near you? That I'd keep you locked up with me forever if I could?"
"I'll accept it all," Till repeats, running his fingers through Ivan's hair.
Ivan growls low, lips brushing against Till's throat. "You can't take it back."
"I won't—"
Till's breath catches in his throat as Ivan's fangs sink into his flesh, blood flowing freely the wound. Till moans softly, eyes fluttering shut. His bite, his teeth, his lips—the pain becomes pleasure with his saliva. Till clings to fabric of Ivan's jacket as he drinks, with hands trembling and heat building in his core.
"Ivan…" Till whimpers, face flushed. Ivan takes his last gulp, then licks the wound clean, sealing it. He looks at Till with a dark, heated gaze. Unfiltered obsession and possessiveness. His true desires finally open and free.
Ivan rests his head on Till's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I love you, Till."
"I know," Till murmurs, petting Ivan's hair languidly.
Ivan tightens his grips on Till. Though Till leaves it unspoken, Ivan knows Till loves him back wholeheartedly. And that only leaves him feeling even more gluttonous than ever before.