tw for body wounds :3
Rocco awoke after a few moments of unconsciousness, pushing his hair back softly, not expecting to find Hadley unconscious on the ground. He'd rise, taking his time, forced to move slowly as he moved his body closer to Hadley's. He coughed once or twice in the crook of his elbow, hovering over the poor unconscious psychic, his head bent back beautifully.
There it was again, the sound of blood pumping so loudly in his ears, mistaking his own quickened pulse for Hadley's, he wanted to sink his teeth into the throbbing flesh of his lover. He had to, right? This was what vampires did? His hands pushed Hadley's hair back, tilting his chin to the side and leaning over gently.
He had to feed from him, that was why he felt so weak--he needed blood.
Hadley would understand, and if he didn't understand, he'd just sleep him again and take it anyways.
Rocco pulled close, forcing Hadley's limp face to the side, planting a gentle kiss on his neck, feeling Hadley's pulse protest against cool lips.
Something broke his spell, maybe it was the unmatching pulse he was feeling that caused him to stop, but the rushing blood did not match the pulse of Hadley's and he broke away. Confused, he stared at his wrist: the marks were still there.
Had he not died yet? Was Hadley telling the truth.
"Hadley?" He spoke gently, placing a hand on Hadley's chest and shaking him gently, willing to press the angered wound if Hadley didn't wake to his demands.