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The signs are always subtle in the beginning.
First it was the irritation and pulling the cap lower over the sensitive eyes. He would snap at other soldiers or choose especially demanding exercises during training sessions, resulting in Price overhearing about Gaz’s poor mood, when he passed others in the corridor. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to listen to complaints about how his sergeant mouthed off to another high-ranking officer.
Then it’s the tremor in the hands, that’s barely noticeable, but could be a fatal mistake on a mission. If his hand trembled while his finger was pulling the trigger, the target would run away and hide in another filthy ditch. After a few days his whole body will shake with barely hidden hunger.
Soon a red ring would be seen around his pupils, and after that there would be only a short amount of time before the sergeant would lose control and jump on the first sight of blood.
Price had to act fast, before it came to that.
- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yes, sergeant. Lock the doors.
Gaz turned around to turn the lock, then had to swallow loudly at the sound of the belt buckle coming undone. He took a glance just as the captain let the trousers fall to the floor with a thud. Now he was dressed only in a green T-shirt and white boxers, strong legs on full display. The man stepped out slowly, reached down and folded them neatly. He put them on the floor before him and sat in the chair.
- Strip.
Gaz lowered his eyes. He couldn’t look at Price while he undressed. His hands shook as he reached his boxers - he only hesitated for a moment, but it was enough for Price to notice.
- Completely, sergeant.
With a slow exhale he took off the boxers and laid them neatly with his other clothes. Completely naked, he turned towards his captain.
Price gave him a long look, then leaned back and spread his legs.
- Sit down.
It took exactly three steps for Gaz to walk over and stand in front of Price, right between his legs. It was much too close for him to calm his nerves as he knelt down and laid his hands in his lap. He tried focusing on his tight fists, but that barely hid the shaking. He tried thinking of anything else instead of the man before him. He clenched his fists again, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to…
- Do you know why you’re here?
Of course he knew. He could feel that ancient hunger deep in his bones. He tried to wait it out just a few days more, but the captain's proximity made it so much harder to resist.
The scent of a warm body and sweat was filling his nostrils and making his head fuzzy. The slow, calm pulse thrummed when he clutched at Price’s ankle. He could feel his fangs getting longer.
Fuck, he wanted to…
He turned his head to bury his nose in the warm leg, the hard muscles at ease and the fat covering them moving softly under his touch. The delicate skin was the only thing keeping him from…
Price stopped him with a firm hand on his neck from pulling closer. When he looked up, the captain looming over him looked as confident and patient as he always did right before the mission. His steely eyes were focused and voice calm as he spoke.
- Ask.
Gaz swallowed the saliva that was polling in his mouth from being so close to that delicious vein and still so far away. He tried to steady his voice, but it still trembled with hunger.
- Please, sir… Can I drink from you?
He received a nod in return and the hand on his neck turned his head towards the leg guiding him closer. He closed his eyes.
He slowly licked over the skin, when he felt the strong pulse singing to him under his tongue. This time he did not try to hold back.
He bit down hard.
He could feel his fangs piercing the muscle like butter, then they reached the vein. He could finally taste that delicious blood on his tongue and flowing down his throat into his stomach, warming him from inside out with each mouthful. He sucked hard.
He might have been a little over enthusiastic - he could feel the rivulets of that precious blood flowing down his chin and throat.
He almost groaned at the thought of such a delicious meal being wasted, but then there was a light pressure on his nape where the captain's hand tightened its grip. He felt his body relax and almost didn’t register the words coming out of Price’s mouth, when his ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton - barely hearing anything other than the thrum of precious, hot blood and his loud swallows.
- There, there. Slow down, son.
He was drinking slower now, savouring each sip. His mind grew hazy and he didn’t know how long he sat there between Price’s legs drinking from him, while the captain's hand moved so gently through his curls.
When he was done he slowly pulled away. Two small dots were leisurely oozing blood down the thigh. He gently ran his tongue over the wounds, making sure to not waste any drop of such a wonderful meal. When he was finished the wounds were already closed and only left two small wounds - like tiny stars - decorating the skin.
Gaz leaned his head on the thigh and closed his eyes. He was feeling so full - the warmth spread from his stomach through his whole body. He wasn’t sure if the air smelled of that delicious iron or if that was just the blood still coating his face. Some of it dripped down his chin onto his chest and legs. He surely made a mess, but at least it wasn’t on his clothes.
His eyelids felt heavy as he slowly looked up.
His captain looked as good as ever, though his eyes were slightly unfocused and his breathing was much too calm - like he was trying too hard to keep himself collected. There was a blush over his cheeks and down his throat making him look downright delicious. Gaz exhaled - if the blush was there, it meant he didn’t drain the man that already gave him so much.
His eyes slid lower over slowly raising chest. Price’s shirt had rolled up, leaving his stomach exposed. Curly chest hair was matted with sweat. He watched another drop of sweat roll down that warm skin, when it finally reached his boxers.
He looked back up. Their gazes locked.
The hand on his neck moved to his chin. The thought that it will push him away, when he still wanted…
- Can i repay you?
Price chuckled and ran his thumb over his cheek, smearing some of his own blood.
- You already drank so much and yet you’re still hungry?
- Always - Gaz said without hesitation.
He moved closer to Price’s boxers, where a bulge was visibly straining the material and a wet spot appeared.
He ran his tongue over the spot, not breaking eye contact.
He shuddered at the taste of precum joining the blood on his tastebuds. Pure ambrosia.
His tongue left a bloody trail where he licked over the fabric.
Price took a deep breath, spread his legs wider and moved his hand to the band of his boxers.
- Mind the teeth.