#worldcerpent

Taken from here (sort of lol). 

Once all these “temporary spells” had gone flying around, Finn noticed a pattern with them. They only seemed to last a couple days before they ended rather abruptly and everything went back to normal. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with the spell that had shattered his human facade and exposed his true form underneath. He’d been stuck this way for almost a week with no way to glamour himself, and boy, was it starting to get frustrating. He hated it the more he had to look at it. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he’d apparently been hit with another spell. The demon almost wouldn’t have noticed, considering he was still walking around in his unglamoured state. It was the uncomfortable and hollow ache in his gut that first got Finn’s attention, followed by a distinct burning in his throat. Not a burning like illness, but more like hunger. That was strange; he never felt that when he had a serious craving for souls. And then all of sudden everything was so much louder, and clearer, and sharper on his senses. The sound of the nearest beating heart fully captured his focus, following it to the source of a familiar face. His eyes changed to a shocking bright red as he wasted no time in closing the distance, pressing his nose into the crook of their neck and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell delicious,” he growled. 

Finn had not at all been prepared for heat week this time around, as per usual. It was later this year, and with the sudden super cold snap, he’d chalked up the tiredness to possibly coming down with something, and the mood swings to being tired. He’d woken up that morning in a feverish sweat, immediately recognizing the signs of insatiable sexual frustration. He’d already stripped down to his underwear in a futile attempt to relieve some of the heat symptoms. Fuck it. 

He beelined it straight for Ben’s room, and it seemed like Cedric had the same idea in mind as the two of them met each other in the doorway. “Ben,” he whined, “We need you. Now. Please.” 

They hadn’t had much of a chance since their drunken kiss but Cedric had found his way into the strigoi’s thoughts every so often and he smiled. “Is that so? I am flattered that such a pretty guy would want anything to do with an old man like me.” He knew that Cedric was older than him but he still looked far older.

“Good boy, Ceddy bear.”