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Fluixon knew what he was getting into when he decided to still visit Saparata even after he warned him not to.
Saps had run out of blood bags around three days ago. Usually, Flux personally brought him them, but with the ongoing war, there was no way he could get them anymore. Saps was getting unstable without his food, a threat to both himself and the people of his nation.
Flux kept his steps light, navigating the dark, quiet corridors toward Saps's private quarters. Every instinct told him to turn back, but the suffocating silence of the halls only made his chest tighten with worry. He reached for the door, pausing for a fraction of a second before pushing it open.
The room was pitch black, except for a sliver of moonlight cutting across the floorboards.
"I told you," a voice rasped from the shadows, jagged and dangerously unhinged, "not to come here."
Saps stepped into the moonlight, and Flux's breath hitched. Saps looked devastatingly worn down. His skin was unnaturally pale, his dark eyes wide and completely feral, tracking the movement of Flux’s pulse point at his throat. He was visibly trembling from the sheer effort of restraining his hunger.
"Saps," Flux said softly, taking a cautious step forward, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Look at you. You’re starving. I had to see you."
"Get out, Flux! Now!" Saps snapped, his voice cracking as he lunged forward, grabbing Flux by the front of his jacket. His grip was harsh, trembling with a mix of fury and desperate self-control. "You shouldn't be here. I am a threat to you right now. Fucking leave!"
"I'm not leaving you like this," Flux replied, slamming his own hands onto Saps’s wrists, trying to pry him off.
They grappled, a desperate, clumsy tangle fueled by Flux’s stubborn concern and Saps's frantic panic. Saps tried to shove him backward toward the door, but his starved body betrayed him, stumbling. Flux caught him by the waist, pinning Saps against the nearest wall to stop the struggle.
"Stop fighting me!" Flux breathed, pinned close enough to feel the erratic heat radiating off Saps's skin. "Let me help you."
Saps froze, trapped between Flux's solid warmth and the hard stone wall. He stared down at Flux's mouth, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The scent of Flux was right there, too close, completely shattering what little resolve he had left.
"I told you to leave..." Saps whispered, but the anger was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, breathless plea.
Before Flux could even reply, Saps closed the remaining distance.
He didn't just reach for Flux; he leaned in with a sudden, overwhelming force. The physical struggle shifted into a moment of intense, desperate contact as they crahsed. Saps’s movements were frantic, his hands gripping Flux’s shoulders as if trying to anchor himself amidst the chaos of his own hunger, pushing his jacket off, although Flux was too lost into the feeling to notice. The tension that had been building between them for days finally broke, manifesting in a kiss that was heavy with exhaustion.
Flux’s mind spun into a haze, the sharp reality of the war and the danger outside dissolving into static. Every thought went blurry, reduced to the overwhelming sensation of Saps’s frantic touch.
The heat of Saps's palms burned his skin as his hands slipped beneath the hem of Flux’s shirt. The rough, trembling friction of skin against skin sent a jolt straight down Flux's spine. Saps’s fingers gripped tightly, lifting the fabric up, desperate to pull Flux even closer, to erase any remaining distance between them.
Saps broke the kiss, but there was no reprieve. He buried his face into the crook of Flux’s neck, his lips pressing hot, bruising kisses against the sensitive skin. The contrast of Saps's cool,starved breath against the feverish warmth of his mouth made Flux gasps, his hands knotting into Saps's hair.
"Flux... please," Saps choked out between the desperate presses of his lips, his voice a broken, raspy splinter of sound against Flux's throat. He was quietly begging, the words vibrating directly against Flux's pulse point. "You have to go. Leave... before I do something I'll regret."
But even as the warning left Saps' slips, his hands only tightened their grip under the shirt, pulling Flux tight against his chest.
A wave of intense heat rushed to Flux’s face, leaving him thoroughly flushed and breathless. Instead of pulling away, he leaned back slightly, arching his neck to offer it further into Saps's pace. He locked his arms tight around his lover, refusing to let Saps retreat into his own guilt.
The warning words Saps whispered died out against Flux’s skin. Driven by the invitation and the intoxicating scent of his dearest so close, Saps finally lost the battle with his restraint. He sank his teeth deep into Flux's neck.
A sharp, electric shock ran through Flux, making him shiver violently from head to toe. His fingers gripped the back of Saps's shirt, knuckles turning white, but he didn't pull away. He held on through the initial sting, his breathing turning shallow and uneven as a strange, heavy warmth settled over him. Saps, despite his overwhelming hunger, drank nicely. He didn't tear or bite ruthlessly; instead, he drank with a desperate, yet careful rhythm, taking exactly what he needed, nothing more; nothing less.
The frantic tension gradually drained from Saps’s body. When he finally pulled his fangs free, the feral edge in his eyes had softened, replaced by a deep, grounded clarity.
Immediately, Saps gathered Flux tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms around him to keep him steady. He held Flux close, his touch now incredibly tender as he checked to make sure his lover was okay, his hands rubbing circles on his back.
"Thank you... lord, Flux, thank you," Saps whispered over and over, his voice thick with a mix of reverence and relief. He pressed soft, blood-warmed kisses to Flux’s cheek and jaw. "You taste so good... you have no idea how delicious you are," he mumbled against his soft skin.
As Flux leaned heavily against him, slightly dazed from the blood loss, Saps gently ran his fingers through Flux’s hair. He cradled the back of his head, soothing away the pain, while continuously whispering sweet, adoring nothings into his ear, thanking him for allowing him to touch him like this.
Flux could barely register his words, but he felt them. Although him and Saps have never done this before, he didn't find it weird or disgusting. It was exactly the opposite, Flux felt so, so happy that Saps was feeling better. He'd offer himself like this any time if it meant making sure his sun was okay.
As his body calmed down, he could finally look Saps in the eyes. They were full of stars, looking like a constellation. Once more, Flux was hit by how beautiful this man was. He was hit by how beautiful this moment was, by the intimacy of it and by the impossible amount of love he felt.