#veritas

the doctor doesn’t care to cover up, does he?

you’d counted five hundred and forty two seconds since your gaze drifted from the stretch of his exposed arm — the right, to the sliver of skin divided by a buckle on his side, then, shamefully, to the near diamond shaped window on his chest.. then to that pale, barren neck. unblemished — pristine like those alabaster sculptures he often makes ( and tragically wears at times ).

no one was keeping track, but about three pens have already yielded to the occasional squeeze you would give — snapping into two, and you were on your final one with the work day far from over. just what exactly were you to do?

it wasn’t like he was entirely aware of your struggle, being as engrossed in his research as he was. the primal hunger of a vampiric entity like yourself was.. not of much significance in the grand scheme of things.

though you had to admit, he had trusted you very well to have you present like this, knowing full well what a loose canon a vampire starved could be. maybe it was a test?

whatever it was, it left your tongue dry — akin to that sandpaper-like texture from a cat you had pet just earlier in the day from a fellow scholar at the intelligentsia guild. a single drink could solve all of that, but with veritas hardly sparing you a glance, what were your chances?

as much as you had wanted to approach the man and sink your canines into every surface of skin that had been unshielded by fabric, you knew better than to potentially bleed the man dry. sweet as he was, a sample unlike anything you had ever had the pleasure of drinking, it would be a real shame to be unable to drink from him ever again.

so you waited.

and waited.

and.. waited some more.

twelve hundred seconds had passed.

he shifted a little in his seat, and the snap of plastic echoed louder — far louder than the third pen, causing his head to lift up.

amber orbs met your dilated gaze, a dark brow seeming to raise at the way your body had stiffened before a low hum filtered into your sensitive ears. “another pen, my dear? that’ll be the fourth one today. fifth if we count the one that had snapped twelve minutes to three in the morning.” veritas spoke up, the scratch of his pen slowing, lowering onto the paper with a soft thud; the echo that signaled he might have finished for the day.

well, hopefully at least. sometimes they were false alarms, if only to assess your behavior.

embarrassed, you turned away, pursing your lips together as you brought your hands to your lap. “lost my metal pen that i normally use..” that was a half-lie, it was somewhere in another pencil case — probably. but it certainly was not here, that was to be sure.

but even then, metal pens yielded to your strength after a few squeezes too. it just withstood better than plastic, and rather than a dramatic snap in two, it merely bent to the point of being unusable.

your partner didn’t need to know those details, however, but knowing him and his perception.. he likely already knew.

what didn’t he know, anyway, when it came to you?

“you forget your strength quite a great deal.” he mused out, leaving behind his desk with the scrape of his chair against the cool flooring before slow, measured steps were taken towards you.

each matched what would have been beat in your silent heart, as the echo spoke over it- wrapping your nerves in a way that nearly had you jumping out of your seat to attack his ivory skin right then and there.

you held back, naturally.. but the urge was present, as jasmine greeted your senses, blended with the lightest hint of iris and a soft sandalwood to tie it together. saliva seeped onto your tongue, rolling to the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly.

this man was going to be the death of you, but you might very well be the death of him before that.

together in death, you supposed.

flesh pressed to your cold cheek — ungloved fingertips — as your head was tilted up to meet his gaze from where you still sat, violet curls spilling with the tilt of his head. it was dizzying, and you were almost sure he had heard the low gulp seventeen seconds ago.

still, he pointed out none of the sort.

a thumb pressed to your sealed lips instead, dangerously close to where your canines occasionally peeked through.

your insides churned, lips parting shortly after. “doctor — if you tease me so, i.. won’t be able to stop myself from what might happen next.” from putting two fresh punctures into his wrist regardless of the accessories he wore. so close to your face, thrumming with the steady flow of ichor that might as well belong to someone divine.

his appearance gave off that impression, anyway.

the warning all but went over his head, however, as ratio let out a low hum that more or less transformed into a chuckle not many had the chance of hearing. “and if i didn’t know that already, would i be doing this?” he parroted back, leaning against your desk. “you were staring at me as though you hadn’t eaten in weeks. was this morning at four, after that first pen of yours broke, not enough to satiate your palate?”

stiffening, your eyes flitted to his amber ones before you looked away, wishing to lower your head in shame, were it not for his palm holding your face hostage. “..don’t humans eat more than once a day?” you returned instead, in a voice so shaky — locked in a battle of internal restraint to remain docile.

and yet veritas leaned forward, unafraid. “indeed they do. but is that applicable for vampires as well?” he pressed, hovering over your neck. “or is this mere greed at work?”

your lover gravitated close enough for that pale neck to be hairs away from your lips — testing you and your ability to hold back.

you wouldn’t bite unless permitted, that was what you had promised him long ago.. but he was making it incredibly hard right now to uphold those words.

exhaling sharply, your lips parted, “veritas- do not tease me, please..” you breathed out, forgoing the usual formalities. “i mean it when i say i won’t be able to stop myself from..”

“from what?” he prompted, teeth brushing against frigid skin. “..biting?”

screwing your eyes shut, your forehead met his shoulder in a nod, hands trembling in your lap. even opening your mouth to answer felt like a peril in itself, with him so close.

though he had cared little, as his lips curled against your skin, the vibrations of his laugh, shaking you to the marrow of your bones. “then bite, i never said you couldn’t.”

part of you wanted to continue to question- to challenge the certainty behind his words and inquire further, but the other half was already sinking your teeth into crimson ambrosial- sweeter than anything that could ever grace your tastebuds.

amidst it all, you left your seat to climb onto his lap, digging your nails into his back while his necked craned to the side for easier access, ungloved fingers running down the curve of your spine.

“that’s it. enjoy your fill, my dear.”

notes. i feel like i was dancing between the boundary of nsfw and sfw here bro, vampires don’t make it easy💔 but anyway, coin received! hope you enjoyed this ratio drabble, it was fun to write<3

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