slytherin boys react - II

blaise zabini: as a vampire

you wake up to the weight of his head resting heavily on your chest. he looks exhausted, his eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. he's been fighting his thirst for weeks now, trying to be normal, refusing to feed on anyone. he's mumbled countless times that he doesn't want to drink from you, especially not you, but the struggle is etched clearly on his face. "blaise...?" you whisper gently.

his head snaps up, his gaze meeting yours. his amber eyes are darkened with exhaustion, and you can see his fangs are slightly extended, a sign that his hunger is becoming harder to ignore. he doesn't respond at first, just stares at you for a moment before burying his face back into your chest, his arms tightening around you. the tension in his body is palpable, the internal battle he's waging impossible to miss.

"blaise," you murmur, your fingers tracing soft circles on his back. "you need to feed."

he shakes his head, pressing his face deeper into your chest. "i don't want to," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "i don't want to feed on you... or anyone."

you huff softly, feeling a pang of sympathy. he's been resisting for so long, but it's clear he's at his breaking point. "i know... but you have to. you're exhausted, and you're struggling. please, just drink from me."

his body tenses at your words, and he lifts his head to look at you again, his eyes filled with hunger and desperation. "i... i don't want to hurt you," he mutters, his voice barely a whisper. his fangs have lengthened, and you can see the primal instinct taking over.

"you won't hurt me," you assure him, gently cupping his cheek. "i trust you. you won't lose control. just drink, please."

his eyes flicker over yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he finds is trust and acceptance. slowly, he nods, swallowing hard, the urge to feed overpowering his resistance. he lifts his head, his lips hovering just a breath away from your neck.

you feel his hot breath on your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his lips brush against your throat, and his tongue traces a slow, tantalizing path along your pulse. your heart races as you wait for him to bite, the anticipation making your breath catch.

for a few moments, he hovers there, his lips and tongue teasing your skin. then, finally, he sinks his fangs into your neck. a sharp pain shoots through you, but it's quickly replaced by a warm, pleasurable sensation as he begins to drink. his arms tighten around you, holding you close as he feeds, his body pressed flush against yours. the soft, greedy sounds of his swallows fill the room, and there's a strange intimacy in the moment.

after a while, he pauses, lifting his head from your neck to nuzzle against your skin, his voice low and ragged. "you're so good to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your neck. "so good, letting me do this. i could lose myself in you."

he buries his face back into your neck, his gentle suction continuing as he feeds. his body is molded against yours, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. the pain from the bite has faded, replaced by a warm, pleasant feeling coursing through you.

between swallows, he whispers praises against your skin. "you taste so good... i can't get enough of you... you're perfect, letting me feed like this..." his words carry a possessive edge now, boldness creeping into his voice.

he shifts, pinning you more firmly against the bed, his teeth still buried in your neck. his other hand trails up your side, fingers tracing your skin with deliberate care. his hunger goes beyond just his thirst for blood.

slowly, he pulls away from your neck, his lips and tongue gently cleaning up the remnants of blood. he leans back to look at you, his eyes darkened with desire and need. "i want you," he whispers, his voice rough. "i want you in every way possible."