#break writes

'Man, it's really coming down hard out there now,' I muse quietly to Jill, glancing out of the window as the rest of the group scramble to get the game back together.

Flurries of thick, blanketing white cascade past the cool glass, the night sky beyond almost completely obscured by the snow storming down from the heavens above. It's already spread like a plague over the city, shrouding it in its icy grasp, our own building particularly affected by it. Downstairs, beyond the front door, a barricade of the stuff has formed, trapping us like chickens in a keep, left to our own devices as the blizzard rages on.

'Damn freak weather,' Jill curses, sighing as she follows my gaze, lifting her bottle to her lips before passing it to me.

I shake my head and take my own sip of the pungent alcohol, turning back to the game before us, watching as Chris painstakingly rearranges the empty vodka bottle in the centre. The circle of people isn't massive, but it's enough to make this feel somewhat less like we're trapped at work and more like a drunken sleepover, courtesy of the alcohol someone found in the evidence locker downstairs. At first, we'd all been hesitant to drink it, considering our captain was stuck alongside us, but for some miraculous reason, Wesker has turned a blind eye, though he hasn't deigned to drink any himself. Despite that, Chris has managed to get him to sit with us, 'playing' the game (under the knowledge that the odds of being picked are extremely slim in a group like this).

'Who's next?' Someone calls into the room, though I don't quite catch who, the alcohol already fuzzing over my ability to care.

'(Y/n), I think,' Jill replies from beside me, smirking as I shoot her a look.

'I don-'

'Go on, then. Spin the bottle!' Chris cuts me off smoothly, grinning as he and Jill wink at each other.

Huffing, I put my own bottle down and lean forwards, doing as I'm told.

There's a moment of pregnant silence.

The bottle spins…spins…spins…and slows.

Then it stops. I look up. My heart drops.

At its end is Wesker.

In seconds, the tense silence has dissolved into jeers and gasps of disbelief, somebody shoving me to my feet as my body refuses to listen, my eyes fixed on the man sat across from me. His expression doesn't change, sunglasses disuising his own gaze as he rises, turning and heading towards the spacious storage unit in the back of the office. As if detached from my feet, I follow, chewing my lip as he waits by the open door for me. Panicked heat gathers in my stomach, my pulse rattling unsteadily in my ears.

'You've got seven minutes, guys. Have fun!' Chris calls out to us, laughing as I send him a middle finger.

Wesker's bodily warmth quickly engulfs me as he steps into the unit behind me, closing the door to leave us in darkness. I turn, just about able to make out the tall blonde in the room with me, his presence ominous, the weight of his gaze on me making my thighs rub together despite the underlying nerves. A low, rumbling chuckle echoes from deep within his chest, sending shivers skittering down my spine.

He steps forwards.

And again.

And again…until I'm backed into the wall, my body trapped between it and the solid expanse of muscle confined behind his immaculate uniform. A small whine slips from my lips at his proximity before I can reign it in, my widened gaze turning up to the silhouetted head. My head spins as he speaks, voice deep and suave, caressing me subtly as it washes over me.

'You were hoping for this possibility,' Wesker speaks smoothly, his statement warranting no argument.

'C-Captain, I-' My mouth flutters open to speak, only to find myself cut off again as he grips my chin in one hand, shoving two fingers past my teeth.

I squeak, jerking back, only to find myself pinned between the wall and the looming man in front of me, leaving me trapped with his digits pressing down on my tongue. He presses somehow closer, the scent of his clean cologne surrounding me as his warmth envelopes me, his free hand moving to grip my wrists, somehow managing to wrangle them above my head before I can blink an eye. The captain's hips crush mine into the wall, a thigh slipping between mine to grind up against my crotch, a whimper squeezing out past his fingers at the sudden pressure.

'Shh, you'll have time some other night for those sounds. Keep it down for now,' Wesker practically purrs the command to me as he starts thrusting his fingers into my mouth, moving his head closer to smooth his lips along my neck.

The brief, dancing sensation of his mouth skating tantalisingly along my pulse has me shuddering in his hold, my eyes fluttering closed, my hips rolling subtly. I can feel his mouth curl into a smug smirk against my neck.

'My hands seem to be full, why don't you rid yourself of your trousers and underwear for me?' He hums, trailing his tongue lazily up and over my neck, coming to a stop under my ear, where he suckles a mark onto the sensitive skin, releasing my hands from his hold.

My eyes open again, searching for any signs of a joke before I lower my shaking hands to my trousers, doing as he says. I wince at the cool air brushing around my now-bare legs and ass, going to cover myself before Wesker snatches my wrists up again and immobilizes me once more. My thighs rub together, trying to alleviate the growing heat as my cunt starts reacting properly to the man holding me hostage in the small room.

Finally, he pulls his hand from my mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects us for a brief second before he lowers it out of my sight. A squeak tears itself from me at the sudden brush of his fingers, slick and cool, through my sodden folds, frissons of pleasure bouncing along my spine as he starts caressing me.

'Already so wet? From so little? My, what a needy thing you are,' Wesker drawls, chuckling as I moan softly after a particularly firm pass of his fingers over my clit, 'Now, now, I told you to be quiet, did I not?'

'Y-yes, Captain,' I gasp, sinking my teeth into my lip.

He doesn't respond, simply dragging his fingers through my folds over and over, circling painstakingly around my clit, gathering more and more of my slick on his digits. I buck against him as he massages my clit, the pressure maddening, almost painful in its thoroughness. He simply pins my hips against the wall with his own, giving my cunt a short, sharp slap before he continues. I fight to hold back a cry, eyes bulging at the sparks of pleasure his rough actions tear up inside me. Wetness gathers at the corners of my eyes, every inch of my being screaming for more, more, more.

As if he can sense this, Wesker pulls his fingers back, kicking my legs a little wider before his hand returns. In seconds, two fingers are plunging into my sopping heat, knuckle deep before I can react. My cunt clenches around the intrusion, a strangled sound escaping me before his mouth is on mine, muffling anything that threatens to fall from my lips. His tongue slips in alongside mine, his fingers curling in my cunt to bully my sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through me, my body writhing in his grasp. Obscene noises fill the room, my wetness dripping down my thighs, easily making a mess of his wrist. He doesn't seem to care, fucking his hand into me faster.

'You're much tighter than I expected,' The captain muses against my lips, biting down quickly before continuing, 'I look forward to experiencing it around my cock.'

I whimper softly at his words, fire burning through me at the prospect; filthy images of the captain fucking me in his office, or bending me over a desk in the main room, or even just taking me apart on his cock in any way he pleases flood my mind, my cunt clenching as they do.

'Oh? It seems I was right. You were hoping for this, hm?' Wesker purrs, smirking against my lip, 'Well don't worry, I'll have my way with you soon.'

He seals my lip with his own again, pressing the heel of the hand that's currently knuckles deep inside me against my neglected clit, grinding it harshly against me. Pleasure mounts, a knot forming in my lower abdomen as my body squirms against him, trying to fuck myself on his fingers. It's not far off now, just barely out of reach-

Wesker pulls away.

His fingers pull from me, his lips gone from mine, the hand pinning my wrists disappearing. Before I can complain, he shoves the slick digits of his hand into my mouth, smirking as he steps away from me.

'Clean them,' He commands, making a sound of approval as he feels my tongue curl around each finger, sucking the salty-sweet slick from them, 'Good. I do believe…'

Banging, thunderous in the stuffy quiet, cuts him off, my head snapping to the door behind him.

'SEVEN MINUTES IS UP!' Familiar voices shout from the other side, the doorknob rattling wildly.

'Aw, playtime's over,' Wesker hums in mock disappointment, removing his hand from my mouth, leaning in close once more, 'For now at least. Make yourself presentable again.'

Something feels off as my eyes crack open.

It's still dark, a quick, bleary glance at the digital clock on my nightstand telling me it's just past four in the morning; far too early to be awake. An unsettling cold has gathered in the space behind me, my body rolling lazily as I realise the usual warmth at my back is missing. My arm slaps behind me, patting awkwardly at the place where he should be, only coming across his absence as I skate my palm along the cold mattress. Frowning, I sit up.

As expected, the bed is empty, nothing but a well-worn dip left behind. My gaze flicks to the bedside table across from me. His watch is still there, only his glasses and phone gone - he's still in the house, so no duty call at the dead of night. I try not to acknowledge the curl of relief in my gut too much, instead kicking my legs out from under the duvet, shivering as I stand. I clumsily locate my dressing gown and tug it on, wrapping the thin fabric around me as I shuffle from the room.

Our flat isn't massive, so it doesn't take me long to find him.

I push open the door to our lounge quietly, squinting to make out the familiar curve of his hunched shoulders over the back of our beaten-up old couch. He doesn't react as I step closer, his back rising and falling softly, head hung down towards his chest. Chewing my lip, I allow myself a couple of seconds to stand and ruminate, eyes fixed on the shape of him on the sofa. Finally, though, I make up my mind.

'Leon?' I speak softly, moving slowly around the sofa to stand before him, 'Leon, are you awake?'

I know the answer, but I don't want to startle him.

He stirs, head twitching upwards, eyes blinking open as he fixes weary blue irises on me. The agent moves as if to shake his head, only to think better of it and shoot me an apologetic smile.

'Hey, you,' He rasps, rolling his shoulders.

'Hey,' I murmur back, giving him an attempt at a laugh, 'Do I smell or something?'

Leon's lip twitches, but ultimately resumes the fatigued curve as he peers up at me.

'Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn't sleep, didn't want to wake you,' He mumbles, watching as I approach, his hands sliding comfortably around my waist as I slip into his lap.

I wrap my arms around his neck, a hand carding into his hair, the other drawing circles on his nape.

'Wanna talk about it?' I let my eyes roam over his face, taking in the deep rings around his eyes, the perpetual exhaustion circling in his gaze.

He tugs me closer in his lap, pressing his muscular body to mine, arms keeping me pinned against him. His head tucks into my neck, nose brushing my pulse as he lets out a long sigh.

'Not really. Just let me hold you a bit.'

I rest my cheek on his sandy hair, breathing in his familiar scent, soaking in his warmth.

'Will you come back to bed?' I hum into him, 'It's cold without you.'

He huffs a laugh, pressing a soft kiss to my pulse.

'Just give me a moment, ok?' He replies, gazing into my eyes for a long moment before pressing his lips to mine.

It's a soft kiss, gentle and slow, unspoken words drifting between us through the movements of our mouths against each other. A low sound rumbles up from his chest, a hand moving up to cup my jaw, tilting my face to let him lazily coax my mouth open with a languid swipe of his tongue. I let him in, letting him ground himself with the heavy slide of his tongue in my mouth, quiet sounds of my own being swallowed down by him. It's only as we run out of air that we have to part, lips barely a centimetre apart, eyes fixed on each other.

'Come on, let's go to bed, Leon,' I manage between breaths, licking my lips as he nuzzles my cheek with his nose.

'Alright, sweetheart,' He rumbles, slipping his hands under my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

I squeak as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he strides through the apartment back to our room. Carefully, he places me back in bed, helping me out of my dressing gown as I slip back under the covers. He joins me quickly, reaching out to tug me into his larger body, tangling our legs together as his hands roam over my bare skin. I shiver at the sensation of his callouses on my curves, a chuckle vibrating through him as he lowers his head to kiss at my neck. I know what he wants as soon as his tongue flicks out to taste my pulse.

'You're insatiable…' I muse, smiling as he fixes a smirk on me before he suckles a mark onto my shoulder.

'Only when it comes to you,' He purrs against my sensitive skin, 'Come on, let me indulge myself?'

Disbelief washes through my aching body as I manage to throw Leon down onto the mat for the fourth time. He barely puts up a fight, flopping limply to the floor, his face obscured by his hair to hide any expression of pain he might be making. Standing over him, I bend at the waist, hands on my knees, taking a deep breath as I go to offer him my hand, confused by the lack of his usual seemingly inhuman strength and resilience. Before I get a chance, a hulking shadow falls over us both.

I glance up, blinking warily at the scathing glare Major Krauser has levelled at the two of us. 

‘Taking the day off, Rookie?' The burly man spits at Leon, arms folded over his chest, eyes burning with disdain.

Leon coughs weakly before responding.

'No, Sir,' He replies, pushing himself up on an elbow.

'That's not what it looks like,' The major growls, 'Get your ass together before I kick it to the infirmary myself.'

Leon looks away, gritting his teeth. I move to offer him my hand again, only for Krauser to turn on me.

'And you,' He starts, 'You're slow, sloppy. Work on it.'

'Yes, Sir.' I nod, unable to meet his fierce gaze.

The man grunts once more, then turns and stalks off. The moment his back is turned, I'm lugging Leon to his feet, peering into his face, a frown on mine,

'What's up with you today?' I hiss under my breath, taking in the pasty hue of his skin, only now noticing the deep purple rings under his eyes.

He licks his dry, chapped lips, gazing at me intensely, pupils dilated and sclera a map of spidery capillaries. His voice is rough when he speaks, none of his usual boyish charm to be heard.

'I'm fine.'

It's brusque, distracted as he tears his gaze away from mine, running a shaky hand through his hair. I chew my lip but don't push it, settling into a ready-position as he does the same, fists levelled over our chests.

By the time Krauser's training has finished, it's pitch black outside, the walk from the hall to the barracks long and miserable in the spitting rain. Leon is quick to head to his bunk, foregoing the showers entirely.

I stop before following the others into the washroom, watching as the lean figure ducks into the dimly-lit hallway. It's odd, the man is never usually one to forgo a shower, especially after close-combat training. In my head, I weigh up the options: should I go and check on him? Or just leave him to it, given that he's clearly having a rough day? My mind flashes back to the moments he's sought me out on days where Krauser has been hard on me, coaxing me out of the inky cloud of insecurity that descends sometimes as a result. He's always been there for me since we started training; maybe it's time I'm there for him, too.

Steeling myself, I make my way to Leon's room, pausing at the door before lifting a hand and rapping quietly.

Nothing.

I try again, my brow creasing into a deeper frown. This time, he shouts back.

'Go away!'

It takes me aback.

Go away?

He's never reacted like that to a knock on his door, as long as I've known him. But something is off about his voice: it's strained, rough as if sorely unused. It's also laced with something I can't quite put my finger on, but it spikes the concern building in my chest.

'Leon? Are you alright?' I call out, my hand on the door handle.

There's a sound, almost animalistic, from behind the door. My eyes go wide, the hairs on my body standing on end. Without a second thought, I fling the door open.

The sight that greets me is unexpected. Leon is right by the door, is entire body tense as if shocked by a live wire, fists clenched at his sides. His face is contorted into one of furious agony, brow furrowed, teeth bared in a visceral snarl. I back up against the door at the sight of him, my eyes fxing on the elongated fangs pressing into his lower lip, my heart stopping as I let my gaze roam up to his own.

His irises are a deep, murky red. It strikes me vaguely that they look like pools of blood, the thought more or less lost in the icy wash of fear that shoots through my veins.

'Leon..?' I manage to say, cut off by the young man's fist slamming into the door by my head, his face suddenly mere inches from mine.

'I told you to go away!' He snarls, voice almost unrecognisable.

I swallow, steadying myself as he sucks in deep breaths in front of me, his nostrils flared as if scenting the air. He leans forwards, his other hand shooting up between us to grip at my throat. Before I can even think about it, I'm ducking under his arm, training kicking in as I grasp his elbow and yank his arm backwards. In a flash, I have him bent double under me, the man yelping as I force the joint of his elbow and shoulder into an unnatural position.

He stumbles, a whimper falling from his lips.

'Ow! Ow, ow, ow! Let me go!' His voice sounds different again, more like his normal self.

As he cranes his head around the peer up at me through bleary eyes, I notice they've returned to their natural, if slightly hazy, blue colour.

Cautiously, I release him, keeping my distance as he backs up, rubbing his shoulder, face twisted into a familiar wince.

'What the fuck was that?!' I gasp out the moment I've regained my composure, keeping an eye trained on him as he sinks down onto his bunk.

Leon drops his head into his hands, shrinking into himself once more.

'I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry,' He murmurs, digging his fingers into his scalp.

'W-what happened?' I cock my head at him, rattled by his sudden change in demeanour.

He shakes his head, repeating himself.

'I'm really sorry,' His voice is quiet, 'I'm just so fucking hungry…'

I double take.

'Hungry? You attacked me because you're hungry?!' I exclaim, stepping towards him, bristling with newfound anger, 'You expect me to believe that?!'

Leon snaps, head shooting up, eyes flashing.

'No, I don't fucking expect you to believe that, but it's the truth! You have no idea just how ravenous I am, just how much it's taking for me to just control myself around you right now!' His voice raises a little, the young man standing from his seat, 'I'm so hungry, it hurts. I've felt like shit all day, getting beaten up during training, reprimanded by that ass Krauser and now you just won't leave me alone! You just being here is making evrything infinitley harder for me right now, so can you please just go!'

Speech fails me, but I don't back down. I can't. I owe it to him to help him, no matter how much he wants me gone.

'What have I got to do with it? Why haven't you just hit the mess room-'

'That's not going to help!'

'Then what will?! And don't say me going will because I'm not accepting that,' I try to keep my voice calm, licking my lips as he turns his dark gaze on me again, his mouth falling open in a way that's strangely reminiscent of a cat scenting the air.

He swallows, turning his back on me.

'What's going on with you Leon? Why can't you just tell me?' I try again, reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches as if burned, spinning on his heel with his fangs bared again.

That's when it hits me.

With his fangs bared.

There had been rumours, whispers of nothing spread around the base when news of the Raccoon City incident reached us. I'd been in basic training at the time and hadn't really heard much of them, but one had stuck with me. Many people spoke of a virus, a different one to what had wiped out the city's population, one with very different symptoms.

'You're infected,' I breathe out, eyes wide.

Leon draws back, his shoulders and head hanging in defeat.

'Yes.'

'But…not with the T-virus?' The symptoms I know of don't match what I've seen of Leon over our time together.

He shakes his head, collapsing back onto his bed.

'With what, then?'

He shrugs, 'Nobody knows exactly what. It hasn't even got a name yet. All I know, is that it has ruined my life.'

'Can…can I ask how?' I inquire queitly, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

He shifts, keeping his eyes pinned to his lap, his hands clenched between his thighs. Something pops into my mind.

'You said you're hungry…'

'Yeah,' He sighs, 'Crippling, agonising hunger. That's the biggest problem. But food doesn't help, and neither does drinking water. There's only one thing that will help.'

'What is it?'

Leon takes a breath, 'Blood. Fresh, human blood.'

There's a beat of silence. I can hear my heart in my ears. My brain doesn't quite believe what it's just heard.

'…Blood?'

'Blood. And you can imagine that's not so easy to come by in everyday life.'

I almost laugh at his dry words, but I'm still computing what he's just told me.

'So you're like a vampire?'

I could almost kick myself. Why the fuck did I just say that?

Leon laughs bitterly, 'Yeah, I'm like a vampire. A fucked, hungry vampire.'

'And…where do you normally get blood from?' I try to keep my tone calm, as if my pulse isn't hammering through me right now.

'Blood bags. I get them brought to me once a week or so. This week there's been a delay, so I've not…eaten in nearly two weeks. That's why I attacked you; it's harder to control the infection when I'm hungry and weak. I'm lucky I kept it together at training.'

Two weeks. Two weeks. Leon hasn't had any sustenance in two fucking weeks. My jaw drops, my heart tightening for my friend even as an idea springs to mind. A terrible, risky, stupid idea.

'Feed from me.'

The words are out of my mouth before I can help them.

He freezes.

Silence falls on us, thick and pregnant.

'(Y/N), I-' He starts but I cut him off before I can chicken out of it.

'Do it, Leon. You said yourself you're in pain and not really…in control. Let me help you. Please,' I tell him, leaning to press my hand to his shoulder.

'I can't, I don't know if I can stop myself…' He murmurs, trying to lean away.

I hold him fast, 'Come on, I'll stop you if it's too much, ok?'

He swallows thickly, licking his lips, clearly barely hanging on by a wire. I try another trick, leaning in to speak quietly with him.

'Let me help you like you help me, ok? I want this, Leon.'

His eyes meet mine and I have just enough time to watch his irises go red before he snaps.

In a flash, his hands are on my waist, pulling me unceremoniously into his lap, his face immediately pushing into my neck. I gasp as he noses at my pulse, audibly sniffing at my skin. He groans low in his throat.

'God, you smell so good,' He almost moans, brushing his lips against me, a shiver running down my spine as he presses me closer to him, 'I'm sorry, I just can't-'

Pain fans out over my neck, a squeak tearing from my mouth as he sinks his teeth into me, the fangs piercing into my skin with frightening ease. Warmth floods from the site, a guttural growl escaping Leon as my blood hits his tongue. Instantly, his grip is tightening on me, one hand movng to grip my face and hold my head back, exposing my neck to him better as he laps and sucks at the wound. I whimper in his lap, my eyes falling closed at the sharp pain mixing with the almost pleasurable swiping of his tongue over my skin. My neck has always been sensitive, my thoughts often plagued by images of his mouth on me as it is now, sucking marks onto the expanse of skin rather than biting them into me. Vaguely, I find myself wondering how I'm going to explain this one to Krauser when he inevitably spots it tomorrow and makes comments in front of the whole squad.

I don't have time to think about it as I feel Leon start moaning into my neck, his grip around my waist tightening. It's as he pulls me tighter still against him that I notice a somewhat awkward side effect of his drinking. A side effect that has my body burning in his grasp.

The rookie grinds up against me, pressing a heavy, throbbing bulge between my legs, sending sparks of unexpected need bouncing through me. I gasp, the sound filtering into a moan as he instinctively jerks his hips up against me, his mouth still latched to my neck.

Experimentally, I allow myself to roll my own hips down on him, relishing in the reedy whimper that falls from his lips as he pulls back from me, dropping his head to my shoulder, chasing the pressure from my body. He wraps both arms around me, using his grip to drag me over his clothed cock, gasping and moaning into the fabric of my soiled shirt. I make a sound of my own at the feeling of him against me, hissing when he starts licking at my neck, kissing at it without biting.

Something akin to a sob echoes around the room as I place my hands on Leon's shoulders and press myself more firmly down on him, rocking my hips as if I were riding him, grinding myself over him relentessly. His hold on me goes tight, his bulge pressing insistently up into me as he makes as if to fuck me through my trousers.

'Oh, fuck, feels so good…' His voice is slurred, an octave higher as he needily humps up against me, cheeks wet as he presses his face tighter against my neck.

'Good boy, make yourself feel good, go on,' I don't know where the words are coming from, but he seems to like them, whining and jerking his hips as he hears me.

'Yes, yes, gonna cum…' He whimpers, crushing me against his chest, dragging my body over his throbbing bulge faster, harder, his thighs working hard beneath me to get the friction he wants.

Arousal shoots through me at his admission, my own body going tight with need as he thrusts messily up against me. I card a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly as I guide him back to the wound on my neck.

'Cum for me, Leon,' I instruct him, groaning as I feel his mouth latch onto me again.

It's just in time. In a second, he's crying out against my neck, thankfully muffled as he bucks wildly up into me, his body going tense as he orgasms. Even through my trousers, I can feel his bulge dampening, his cum flooding his underwear and soaking his twitching cock.

After a while, he slows, pulling his face away just as dizziness starts to crackle at the edge of my mind. He pants, gazing up at me with wet, wide eyes. His cheeks have colour again, his lips and chin stained red, his tongue darting out to clean the residue.

'T-thank you,' He manages, still out of breath.

I smile, stroking his hair carefully.

'No worries. Happy to help.'

Leon grins, that boyish look back in his face before a cheeky smirk forms on his lips. In a flash, he's pinning me to the mattress beneath us, looming over me. Surprised, I lift a brow, only to moan breathily as he drops his hips against me, rubbing his already-hard-again cock against me through his trousers.

'Think I need to return the favour, don't you?' He grins, dropping his head to brush our lips together.

I reach up to cup his face.

Then the door opens.

My head snaps up, Leon jerking up to look over his shoulder.

My heart sinks.

Has everyone else gone home?' My voice seems deafening in the quiet police station, the room devoid of life aside from the special constable seated at a desk in the far corner.

Cool blue eyes flick up to meet mine, the tapping of fingers on a keyboard halting for a moment as Varney sits back.

'Yeah, just us left. Everyone else is finished for Christmas,' He says tiredly, running a hand through his hair, blinking sluggishly at me.

I frown at his appearance, taking in the extremely pallid tone of his skin and the deep circles forming under his eyes. His cheeks seem sunken, his whole countenance taking on a somewhat skeletal image.

'Are you alright? You look rough, if you don't mind me saying,' I speak carefully, going over to him, my coffee held in my hand.

He laughs dryly, scratching at his knuckles, pushing his chair back from his desk as I stand in front of him.

'I'm fine…just hungry, that's all,' He admits, wetting his lips.

'Oh, I think there's still some snacks in the kitchen- ah,' I start, gesturing to the back of the station before realisation kicks in.

Varney chuckles a little, picking up his own cup of tea, cradling the warm container between icy hands.

He'd let me in on his secret a few months ago, after we'd gotten stuck on a stakeout together. As now, he'd seemed pale, lethargic and uncharacteristically snappy, the whole situation extremely awkward for a long time before finally, he'd admitted he was hungry…for something a little warmer than the sandwich I'd offered him. At the time, I hadn't known what to think…but then it made sense; the man worked night shifts and nothing else, never ate around the rest of us, sometimes spoke like he had learned the English language in a different time period.

I wrack my brain, thinking of a way to get him the opportunity to go and…feed.

'I don't mind holding the fort whilst you go and…you know,' I finally offer, lamely, fidgeting with my coffee cup.

'I can't leave you alone here, we'll both get in trouble,' He reminds me gently, flashing me a weak smile.

I curse quietly, 'Shit, yeah I forgot.'

'Don't worry about it, (Y)n). I'll survive,' Varney reassures me, his gaze returning to his computer screen.

As he does so, a stupid idea comes to mind. An image flashes through my head, lips on skin, teeth breaking through to veins below…blood rushing to the surface. Inexplicably, it sends a rush through me, my eyes carefully finding the man sitting before me.

'What if you,' I take a breath, trying again as my voice catches, 'What if you fed from me?'

Varney freezes, eyes going wide.

'(Y/n), I'm not sure that's-' He starts, but I cut him off before he can talk me out of it.

'Just the once! So you have a bit more energy,' I reason quietly, 'Long shift, after all.'

'It's too dangerous, I can't,' Varney's voice has gone hoarse, something dark curling in his gaze as he stares at me; it's clear his resolve is wearing thin.

'Come on, let me help you out, sir. I won't tell anyone and I'll let you know if it gets too much. Think of it like an unconventional Christmas present,' I try once more, placing my cup down on his desk.

His pupils dilate.

'Come here.' His tone is suddenly laced with unwavering authority, my entire being screaming to follow his instruction.

I do as he says, biting my lip as I go to stand beside him. He carefully takes my wrist, tugging me down on his lap, ignoring my squeak as I tumble onto his thighs. At our new proximity, I find myself blushing uncontrollably, trying to right myself without wriggling too much, finally finding myself face-to-face with him. His hands settle at my waist, tugging me closer, a soft groan escaping him at the feeling of my body heat against his cold frame. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck, nuzzling at the skin, breathing in my scent greedily.

'Last chance to change your mind,' He growls against me, his grip almost bruising on me.

I whimper softly in his hold, clutching at the fabric of his uniform.

'D-Do it,' I tell him, bracing myself.

Instead of the sting I'm expecting, I'm met with the feeling of his lips mouthing at my pulse, wet kisses being left over my sweet spot over and over. He licks in broad strokes over my skin, the man urging my head back into a tilt as he trails his tongue in a long line up to my jaw, following it back down again until he reaches the spot he wants. I can't help but moan softly at his attention, goosebumps appearing on my skin as he crushes me closer to him.

Then his teeth are grazing my skin, the only warning I get before he's sinking them in. I gasp, arching into him as I try to pull my head away from the pain spreading across my neck, but he just lifts a hand and grabs the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. The moment my blood hits his tongue, he's feral, snarling against me and drinking deeply, shoving his face closer. His tongue works overtime, lapping at any stray streams of crimson, his groans of pure pleasure and satisfaction vibrating through my very bones.

His arm locks around my waist, his hips beginning to move beneath me without thinking, pressing a suddenly noticeable bulge up against my core restlessly. I moan loudly as pleasure sparks through me, my body overwhelmed with so many sensations it's hard to keep track as he starts moving me down on him as if he's fucking me. Unable to help myself, I try to move myself in time with him, dragging my clothed cunt over his crotch, eliciting a deep, hungry growl from the man beneath me.

Varney tears his mouth from me, cleaning any stray blood with a frantic lap of his tongue, standing with me in his arms. He slams me down on his desk, yanking my trousers down and locking my legs around his waist, blood-stained face the picture of depraved, carnal longing. All I can do is whimper and writhe against him, grinding against him as he forces his own trousers down, pulling his cock out and tugging at it, spreading precum over his throbbing length.

He trails two fingers through my exposed cunt, gathering slick on them before shoving them into me. I cry out wordlessly, arching my back at the stinging stretch as he roughly fingers me open, readying me for him.

'Fucking hell, you got this wet from being bitten?' He growls, thrusting his hand faster, licking his lips, 'Dirty girl.'

I moan and bite my lip, clenching around him, begging silently for him to finally fuck me. A wild look has descended on him, eyes burning brightly with primal want, his hand tearing from me suddenly. I wince but whimper as he lines himself up with me, notching his tip inside me. The initial stretch has me seeing stars, my eyes rolling back into my head as he grips my thighs and forces them open, pressing ever forward into my hot cunt. I clutch at the desk, gasping as he splits me open, feeling his own fingers digging into me as he fights the urge to just slam home into me.

As he finally bottoms out inside me, he casts me a dark, lustful look, rolling his hips to gauge my reaction. The resulting swirl of pleasure has me moaning quietly, my head tipping back to reveal the bite from before. A deep, rumbling growl escapes Varney at that and his grip tightens, his lips parting to reveal fangs glistening in the dim light.

His hips jerk, hard, stuttering into a harsh, punishing pace, punching gasps and groans out of me, pleasure burning through me with such intensity it makes my toes curl. Obscene slapping sounds fill the room, his hips pressing hard against me with each thrust, trying to bully his cock deeper and deeper into me. I mewl, reaching up to grip his uniform, pulling him closer; in response, the vampire pins my wrists by my head, dropping down so he's caging me in, his face instantly finding my neck.

He nuzzles and mouths at the skin, moaning against me at the scent of my blood still fresh around the wound. Trapped underneath him, I rock my hips up against him, locking my legs around his waist again, clenching around his cock as he pounds into me. I can feel him licking at my pulse again, clearly holding himself back as he grinds his cock into my pulsing cunt, his breaths coming hard and fast against my neck. Precum stains my insides, helping him slip into me with ease.

'Don't think I'm gonna last…' Varney manages to groan against me, fangs grazing my neck as he speaks.

'Me neither,' I gasp back, feeling the knot building in my stomach, 'Bite me again…please, I need it…'

He falters, 'What?'

'Bite me, claim me, please! I need it so badly!' I plead, trying to push my neck out towards him.

Something snaps in him and he sinks his teeth in my neck again, his hips slamming harder against me. The increased tempo, combined with the burst of burning pleasure from his bite has me writhing, arching underneath him. A ragged moan tears from my lips as he starts drinking, growling against me. Before I know what's happening, I'm cumming, clamping down around his cock and spasming erratically as my orgasm explodes through me.

He moans wantonly against me, hips stuttering before finally, he fills me with a hot load, spilling deep inside me without pulling back from my neck. Varney slowly grinds himself into me, riding out our orgasms, fucking his cum into my sensitive cunt.

Finally, he pulls back, licking the wounds to clean them. Dizziness is starting to set in, my head swimming as I lie on his desk, cunt still clamped tight around his cock. Without removing himself, Varney scoops me up and sits us back in his chair, looping his arms around me into a tender embrace, holding me close to him.

'Good girl, you did so well for me,' He murmurs softly, stroking my back.

I smile softly, nuzzling into his neck as an idea suddenly hits. Before I can think it through, I bite down, hard, into Varney's pulse. He freezes, tensing in surprise, but I don't miss the way his cock twitches inside me. Pulling back, I smirk at him, proud.

His eyes are nearly black.

I can't help but moan softly as Maxwell pushes me up against the wall, his lips smoothing careful, precisely placed kisses along my pulse towards my ear. My fingers close into the fabric of his pyjamas, holding on for dear life as he easily slots himself between my legs. The train jolts, my body moving with it to accidentally grind against the doctor, my eyes shooting open as I feel the bulge forming in his thin trousers.

'Th-this is unexpected, doctor,' I gasp as he locates the sweet spot on my neck, biting down on it.

He chuckles against me, the sound resonating through me as he pulls back to look me in the eye, his hands moving to pin mine to the wall by my head.

'Is it so unexpected, (Y/n)? You have been undressing me with your eyes for as long as I have known you, thinking I haven't noticed,' He purrs, rolling his hips against me, 'So when I heard we'd be travelling together over Christmas, I made certain that we'd be booked into a private cabin, so I might give you a little gift of my own and fulfil those dirty little fantasies of yours.'

I whimper at his words, feeling my face flush as he so eloquently reveals I haven't been nearly as subtle as I thought I've been.

'Mm, you sound better than I had imagined you would,' He hums, lowering his face closer to mine, 'I do hope I get to hear more.'

Before I can dwell on his own confession, his lips press to mine, as meticulous in kissing as he is in his work. He takes his time with me, slowly coaxing me open, teasing me with his tongue as he grinds against me, my body quickly surrendering to the promise of more pleasure yet to come. I moan into his mouth, my eyes falling closed as he explores deftly, taking me apart piece by desperate piece, my own hips bucking against him. He chuckles into the kiss, pulling back once again.

'Come join me on the bed, (Y/n),' He commands, tone leaving no room to argue even as I shoot a skeptical look at the small cots pushed up against the walls of the small cabin.

Maxwell allows me to move, watching closely as I sit on the bed, awaiting further instruction. He gestures for me to strip, then lie down, his lips quirked into a cunning smirk as he removes his glasses. Swallowing, I do as he asks, shakily pulling my pyjama shirt from my body, followed by my trousers, leaving me completely bare on his bed. The doctor's gaze roams freely over me, taking in my every flaw and imperfection, his pupils growing until his eyes are dark with carefully contained lust. He stalks over to the bed, settling himself between my legs, his hands finding my torso.

Slowly, he slides his palms up and over my body, fingers pressing slightly as if he's examining me. I bite my lip at his insistent touch, enjoying the soft pass of his hands on my skin, whimpering as he reaches my neck, delicately wrapping his grip around it, not squeezing, just keeping me in place. The other hand ghosts down towards my core, finding the apex of my thighs, thumb and forefinger easily parting my folds to reveal my cunt to him. My face burns as the cool air hits me, my arousal extremely obvious.

'Hm, you've already gotten quite wet, haven't you?' Maxwell comments, flicking his piercing gaze up to mine, 'But I do think I can get you needier still.'

He releases my cunt, his hand sliding back up my body. The doctor takes one of my tits in his hand, squeezing it languidly, rolling my nipple between his fingers, smirking as I gasp and arch into his touch, chasing the pleasurable sensation. He continues his ministrations a little longer, staring at me the entire time as I mewl and whine in his hold, before finally stilling, keeping my flesh held firmly in his grasp. I pant, ready to ask what's going on before watching him lean down, his tongue dragging in a hot, wet stripe up over my exposed nipple. I moan, grabbing at his wrists as he keeps me in place, repeating the action, keeping his tongue flat and wide as it plays with my nipple.

Pleasure arcs down my spine, my body convulsing as he brushes his teeth on the sensitive bud before closing his lips around it. Maxwell sucks gently, continuing to ravage my nipple with his tongue, growling against me as his name falls from my open mouth. He pulls back with a pop, finally releasing my tit before moving onto the other.

This time, he laps at my nipple with small kitten-licks of his tongue, dragging embarrassingly whiny noises from my lips. In response, he moves the hand on my neck to cup my chin, shoving two fingers into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on them, whimpering when he presses down on my tongue and pushes them further inside, as if trying to test my gag reflex.

My hips buck up against him, grinding against the bulge very firmly pressing against me through his trousers. The fabric of his pyjamas is now well and truly soaked through from where I'm dragging my slick cunt over him, his throbbing tip just about visible through the neat pinstripes. Maxwell groans into my skin, pulling back for a second with a soft curse, the facade dropping just briefly enough to show me he wants this as much as I do.

The hand on my chin disappears, reappearing at my cunt. Maxwell leans back again, keeping his gaze trained on me as he spreads my folds with his slick fingers, dragging his middle finger over my entrance to my clit. He zeroes in on the bundle of nerves with frightening accuracy, circling it until I'm writhing underneath him, barely applying direct pressure. He's relentless, making absolutely certain that my body is begging enough for him before he starts stroking my clit properly. My eyes roll back into my head at the much-needed pleasure, coming apart at the seams as he rubs my most sensitive areas, sending shockwaves skittering up my spine.

And then he slides a finger inside me.

My body writhes as he sinks it up to the knuckle inside my cunt, wriggling it inside me until he finds the spot he's looking for. The pathetic cry that escapes me draws a smug smirk from him, the man's gaze still locked on my face as he alternates pressure on that spot, massaging it mercilessly. His thumb returns to my clit, hooking his finger in time with a deliberate drag of the digit over the bundle of nerves. My body short-circuits, my mouth falling open in a wordless cry.

'Ah, that's what I'm looking for,' Is all the doctor says before shoving a second finger inside me, using both to bully my g-spot.

He sets a fast pace, pressing against my inner walls as his thumb smooths over my clit, pleasure roaring through me uncontrollably, the familiar precipice dawning on me faster and faster.

'Fuck, please…gonna cum…' I manage to gasp out, my voice strained as I grip at the sheets, trying to anchor myself.

Maxwell doesn't say anything, just lifts his free hand and pinches one of my nipples. That's all it takes, my body careening into a mind-numbing orgasm, stars blossoming behind my eyelids as I close my eyes. He fucks his fngers into me through the waves of pleasure, letting up a little as I come down from my high, leaving me breathless and whimpering on his bed.

He pulls back and I lose his presence, my eyes still closed as I try to ground myself again.

I jolt as something hot and wet drags through my sensitive cunt, my eyes snapping open again. Maxwell's blue gaze meets me from between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds wetly as I whine from the oversensitivity, my hand snapping down to grip his hair, whether to pull him away or closer unknown to me. He just growls against me, slamming my hand down on the mattress and pinning it there as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my throbbing clit. I nearly scream at the sharp sting of pleasure, unable to do anything but take it as he sucks and laps at me, tasting me thoroughly. When he starts suckling on my clit, my mind nearly blacks out, every thought leaving my head. My hips buck against him, the pain quickly turning pleasurable as he lavishes me with attention.

After a while, he finally pulls back, leaving me panting and gasping, tears streaming down my cheeks. I barely register what's happening as he finally strips himself off, revealing his lengthy cock to the cool air. Dazed, I watch as he strokes himself, teasing his own tip before he runs it between the folds of my cunt. We groan in unison as his cock becomes wet with my slick, the tip soon nudging at my entrance.

As he pushes in, my eyes roll back into my head, the delicious stretch of his length being buried deep inside me having my aching cunt clenching around him. The doctor growls under his breath, gripping my thighs tightly, seating himself fully inside me. He rests for a moment as he finally hilts himself entirely, rubbing circles into the soft flesh of my inner thighs before slowly dragging himself back out. I whimper, only to cut myself off with a broken moan as he fucks back into me with a sharp, precise thrust. He starts a quick pace, clearly as desperate as I am now after so long of having his own arousal neglected.

My cunt makes obscene noises as he pounds into me, mingling with the grunts and groans of the an looming over me. I watch as the muscles in his torso tense with each thrust, my mouth watering with the desire to sink my teeth into him. His hair has long fallen out of its neat style, falling loosely over his forehead, giving him a wild look as he grips my thighs tighter and starts shoving himself into me with more and more force. My body bounces on the mattress, each stroke of his cock inside me striking my g-spot harshly, leaving my vision filled with static.

The precipice looms again, much faster this time, my cunt aching and begging to be filled. It doesn't feel as if he's too far off, either, his cock twitching and throbbing inside me, his hips getting jerkier in their movements. One of his hands apppears at my throat, holding me down as he uses his new leverage to fuck himself into me even harder, somehow picking up more brutal pace before I really realise what's going on. His fingers dig into my pulse, cutting off just enough air that my vision starts going fuzzy around the edges, my hands grabbing at his wrist.

The rush of oxygen as he loosens his grip is euphoric. It has me bucking off the bed, my cunt finally convulsing as my second orgasm explodes inside me, the pleasure hot and overwhelming. My vision goes white, my cunt clamping down like a vice around his cock.

Maxwell curses loudly at the feeling, shouting as he finally spasms inside me and cums, spilling a hot load into my aching cunt. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, allowing me to milk every drop possible out of him as I clench rhythmically around him.

After a long while, he slips his softening cock from me, dropping down on the bed beside me. It's tight on the small cot, but he wraps me in his arms, pulling me into his hold as we come down from our highs.

'I hope that wasn't too much,' He murmurs softly, stroking a hand down my back.

'It was perfect,' I breathe out, clenching my legs together at the sensation of his cum dripping from me.

'We should clean up,' He says quietly, having noticed my slight discomfort.

I shake my head weakly, 'In a bit. 'M too tired right now.'

He laughs a little.

Ross isn't too hard to find amongst the bustling people. He's away from the crowd, nursing a glass of whiskey, glaring at anybody who dares to come too close, the holly pinned to his lapel in an effort to be festive wilting with his scowl.

It takes me a moment to make it past my colleagues, especially Pauline who has decided she needs to entertain a group of newstarts with the pros of always carrying certain pens around with you, but I eventually end up beside him. He shoots me a quick look, before returning to eyeing up the other partygoers.

'Enjoying yourself?' My joke falls flat as he takes a deep drink.

He huffs, 'Not particularly. I've always hated work parties…especially when they're mandatory.'

'I guess it could be worse,' I shrug, taking a sip of my own drink, 'They wanted to do karaoke at first.'

'I'd have called in sick,' Ross grimaces, watching as Pauline starts ranting, a tirade of nonsense spilling from her painted lips, 'God, does she ever stop?'

'Seemingly never,' I reply, sighing as she storms away from her group, heading straight for the bar, 'I was almost tempted to ask Father Christmas for just one day where she's less intolerable.'

This time, Ross barks a laugh at my joke, lips pulling into a small grin.

'I don't think even he has the power to do that. I've asked God enough times and still nothing has happened,' He replies, glancing at me as I laugh.

'Shame, really,' I chuckle, checking my watch, 'Do you think eight is an acceptable time to go home?'

'Christ, it's only eight?!' Ross curses, using his free hand to rub his forehead, 'Feels like we've been here for years. And all I've achieved is avoiding that stupid mistletoe some miserable sod has hung in the door.'

'Yeah, I've spent far too long hanging around to make sure I don't get caught under there with Pauline,' I agree, casting a glance at the door, where a couple of colleagues are currently trying to suck each other's tongues.

Ross makes a sound of disgust, but empties his whiskey.

'I don't care if it's early, I'm going home.'

I nod, downing my own drink, wincing as the alcohol burns my throat.

'Right behind you.'

Together, we head to the bar, dropping off our empty glasses and grabbing our coats from the overcrowded rack at the side. Saying our goodbyes to the relevant people, we head out, glad to see the couple have disappeared.

That is until we're both stopped by a sickeninly gleeful shout from Pauline.

'Oh, look at that! Ross finally gets his first kiss!' The woman mimes a kissing motion as she gazes smugly at us, drawing far too much attention to us.

I frown, confused until I realise exactly where we've been stopped.

Right on the threshold. Right under the mistletoe.

Ross goes stiff, glowering at Pauline as he shifts awkwardly on the spot.He glances quickly at me, then back at her, waiting for her to move on and ignore us, as she has been. When she doesn't look away, he curses quietly.

'Oh, fuck this. About fucking time anyway,' Is all he says, before leaning in, his hand moving to cup my face.

My eyes go wide as his lips find mine, smoothing possessively over them until I find myself kissing back. My spine prickles as I feel the eyes of all of my colleagues on us, but I soon find I don't care as Ross tilts my head to the side, swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips until I let him inside, the man kissing me deeply and passionately. My own hand comes up to rest at his neck, pulling him closer as he presses himself against me, cruhing me into the doorframe. My eyes finally fall closed, surrendering to the way he kisses me, claiming me in front of so many people. Heat starts brewing in my gut at the knowledge, my composure starting to come apart at the seams.

'Ok, Ok, get a room you two,' Pauline's jarring voice finally interrupts us, a sharp note of bitterness biting at her tone.

Ross pulls back, smirking down at me as he turns to face his tormentor.

'What, too much for you, Pauline?' He retorts, only to wrap his arm around my waist, tugging me into his side as he spins us around and walks us out.

Still tunned, I let him lead me from the pub and out onto the street. He doesn't let go, much to my surprise, instead glancing at me as i hesitantly loop my arm around him, too.

'Are you alright?' Is all he says, a small frown on his brow.

I nod, licking my lips as I look up at him.

'Y-yeah, just…wasn't expecting that. At all,' I laugh nervously, trying to hide the red blush of my cheeks.

'Did…did you like it?' The man asks, the bravado suddenly gone from his voice, uncertainty colouring his tone.

I turn to him, linking my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

'I loved it,' I admit, leaning up to press our lips together again.

Ross' hands appear at my waist, holding me close as we kiss, our lips moving perfectly in sync. It doesn't stay innocent for long, hunger starting to seep through as he bites at my lower lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth again as I gasp against him. He explores me as if I'm going to disappear in his hands, crushing himself closer to me with every passing second. I moan softly into his mouth,enjoying the sensation of having him so near, his hands warm where they rest, his lips a little chapped, his scent filling my nostrils with every breath I take - clean cologne, fresh soap and the faint tang of cigarettes from sitting in the job centre for so many hours of the day.

Too soon, he pulls away, smirking a little as I whine and try to pull him in again.

'Come on, let's take this somewhere more private,' He murmurs, lifting his hand to brush some hair out of my face.

I grin, 'Your place or mine?'

'I'm just down the road.' He smiles, gesturing vaguely with a jerk of his head.