Saving Me [MxM]

Chapter 09 (Part Two)

He wanted his mate.

Sighing in frustration, he buried his face into his pillow. He needed blood. His stomach ached, making him feel sick and he was exhausted. He didn't feel like seeing Jecklynn, and he didn't have work until later.

He wanted Nathan.

A sudden crippling pang wrenched in his gut and he hissed through his teeth. Yes, he needed blood.

For some reason, he'd brought the phone in his room with him earlier that morning. Now, as it rang on his nightstand, he was grateful. He didn't want to pick it up, but he grabbed it anyway. It could be Nathan.

Bowman, Evan.

Not who he wanted to talk to, but he hit the on button anyway and pressed it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie, how are things?"

Evan asked, his voice sounding far too happy.

"About to get nasty if you call me sweetie again," Varian growled.

"Oh, I see. You're hungry aren't you?"

Varian debated answering that. If he spoke the truth, it was the truth. If he lied, well, Evan would know.

"I'm lonely," he said instead. "And hungry, yes."

"Tell you what, give me five minutes and I'll be right over, okay?"

"Fine," Varian sighed, hitting the off button and dropping the phone onto his nightstand.

Sure enough, five minutes later and Evan was peeking his head inside his bedroom door. He was wearing a ripped up pair of jeans and a green shirt with a silver dragon outline on it. Different for him for sure, though that necklace was still intact. And on his left ear was a silver dragon cuff.

"Aw, you're all curled up in bed. So cute!" Evan commented, walking in and closing the door behind him.

Varian ignored Evan, turning so his back faced him more.

There was a weight on his bed, and then arms came around him and a chin nestled into his shoulder. There was that blueberry smell again. "Why do you let yourself get so hungry anyway?" Evan asked.

Varian shivered a little at the feeling of his breath on his skin. It wasn't unpleasant, but he didn't really enjoy it. He'd much rather have Nathan.

Evan paused, then shifted and pressed his face into Varian's neck, nuzzling him gently. "Have you been bitten by another Changed vampire before?" he asked quietly.

"No," Varian told him, still staring at the wall.

The next thing Varian knew, Evan's fangs sank into his neck, no trace of endorphins as he did it, but the pleasure it brought had him gasping, breathing heavily the whole time as Evan drew his blood.

Moments later, and the invading fangs slid from his neck and Evan pulled away from him, pushing himself up into a sitting position and looking down at him. No way was Evan getting away with that. Not when he himself was hungry.