Blue Blood ~ Young Royals

Blood

It's been 2 weeks and it turns out that holding back from your desires is a lot harder when the person involved in the desire is also holding back from wanting the same thing. I'm genuinely struggling not to bite my tongue when we kiss, or stab myself with my knife, or just grab his hair and push his face onto my neck. But I don't understand. Being bitten would hurt, wouldn't it? Why would anyone want to get hurt? 

I try to picture myself being bitten by someone else, anyone else. It seems more threatening than appealing, but when I picture Simon biting me...

I'm almost afraid of what might happen tonight as me and Simon head to my dorm after dinner. He's staying for another sleepover. But we've been able to hold back for 2 weeks, why would that change now? I'm overthinking, it'll be fine.

I flick on the light switch and close the door behind us. Simon tosses his bag into a corner and collapses onto my bed, hugging my pillow. I lie down next to him, reaching out a hand to twist one of his curls around my finger. "Hey."

He takes his face out of the pillow to look at me. "Hi..."

"What do you want to do tonight?" I ask, still playing with his hair. 

He lifts his head to look outside before moving to lie on his side so he's facing me. He takes my free hand in his and smiles at me, his fangs barely visible. "It's already pretty dark outside... We can go out and watch the stars again?"

I smile, pulling him in for a kiss before standing up and climbing onto my windowsill. "I love watching the stars with you." I open the window and climb out clumsily, landing badly on the cold grass. Simon jumps out after me and takes my hand, pulling me with him as he runs across the grass and into the forest. I'm slightly worried that we might get lost but I shrug it off, it'll be fine. 

Simon stops running for a moment and turns to look at me. "Can you climb trees?"

I'm panting and I shake my head. "I've never tried. Also, it's dark. I don't think I could right now."

He shrugs and starts climbing into a tall tree, occasionally making the wood creak or showering me in leaves. I watch his shadowy figure get smaller and smaller as he climbs higher until he reaches a high branch. His hand makes a throwing motion and a piece of bark falls onto my shoulder. "I'm not letting the dark stop me from climbing a tree!" He shouts at me from high up in the tree.

"Come back, I miss you!" I shout back. I watch him slowly descend again, throwing a fistful of leaves at me halfway through climbing down. I throw them right back at him when he's on the ground again, leaving us both laughing. I love what we have.

We run through the forest like idiots, carefree. We can do anything we want out here. Making out, burying ourselves in leaves, jerking each other off behind trees, dunking each other's faces under the cold lake water. It's surprising how easily the freedom comes to us, but I love it. I can't believe we've never done something like this before, just being free and careless like little kids. I'm losing track of time completely.

We're lying side by side on the ground, staring up. The dense canopy of leaves nearly obscures the night sky above. It's pretty cold, but I don't really mind. I sigh contentedly, reaching for Simon's hand and lacing our fingers together. I think this might've been the best night of my life. I turn to Simon, about to tell him, when he speaks.

"I think I'm getting hungry, I haven't drunk since dinner." 

Bite me, I want to say. But instead I reach for my phone in my pocket. My jaw nearly drops, it's been almost 3 hours since dinner and my battery is at 3%. Simon didn't take his bottle into the forest, it's still in my dorm. I sit up and Simon copies, looking at me expectantly. "We should probably head back. How much battery does your phone have left?"

"I didn't bring it." he says casually. "I left it in my schoolbag. But we should head back, yeah."

I stand up, pulling him up with me and turning on the torch on my phone with my other hand. I'm getting a little anxious, I can't remember which way we came from and there's barely any light. I can feel my heartbeat increasing every second as I start trying to lead us back, trying to think of the worst case scenarios. Maybe we'll have to sleep out here in the cold and find our way back tomorrow. Maybe a pack of wolves will attack us or- okay, no, that's just stupid. But the idea of being lost in the woods in the night is still frightening to me.

The light on my phone grows weaker before disappearing entirely as the last of my battery is drained. I hold back a groan, stuffing my phone in my pocket. How did we even manage to run around out here without the phone light earlier? "Simon, is it just me, or is it a lot darker than 3 hours ago?" I cling to his hand, not wanting to lose him out here.

"It's definitely darker." He pulls me closer to him. All I can see is the shadowy figure of him and the trees, and it's making me increasingly panicked. It wasn't scary to be out here earlier, but I don't feel carefree and happy anymore. "Should we just try to walk back?" He suggests.

I bite my lip and nod even though he can barely see me. "Yeah. Ok. It'll be fine." We begin wandering around again, tripping frequently over large sticks or walking into low-hanging branches. It feels useless, but we need to get back. We can't sleep out here.

I think it must be about half an hour later, but I can't be sure, when Simon groans. "Wille... I really need my bottle."

My heart is racing with stress. "I don't know where we are." Without thinking, I blurt out the thing I've been wanting to say. "Just drink my blood."

"No, I-"

"Simon, we're lost with no phones and it's dark, I don't know how long it'll take before we reach my dorm. We've been holding back from this long enough. Just take mine."

He stays quiet for a moment, then sighs. "I- okay... I have been wanting to, well... I just don't want-"

"I'll tell you if you hurt me. Please, Simon. We've waited too long."

Maybe it's because he's so hungry, maybe because we've both been holding back for so long, maybe both. But he pulls me against him and kisses me fiercely. It's almost alarming, he's not like this normally. I bite down hard on my tongue until it starts to bleed, tasting the thick, warm liquid in my mouth. A slight stinging pain starts in my tongue but I don't care. I pull Simon closer to me and his tongue slips into my mouth. He moans softly against my lips, and I know he's found the blood. 

He holds me even tighter and he has my tongue between his lips. He drinks with a sort of desperation, sucking on my tongue to draw out more blood. I don't care about the slight pain in my tongue, I'm drowning in the ecstasy of having him so desperate for me. The way the side of his canines drag against either side of my tongue, the gentle pressure of his lips, his arms around my waist, it's addictive.

He nibbles gently at my tongue, still managing to control himself in his slightly manic, hungry state. I let him drink although I'm beginning to feel slightly light-headed. It's an intense feeling, I don't know how to describe it. The pleasure is more intense than the pain and dizziness, I almost don't want it to end. But I'm feeling more faint, and Simon didn't want to hurt me. I let him drink for another moment before gently pulling him away from me. "Simon..."

He keeps his face close to mine, still holding me but keeping his mouth away from mine. Even in the dark, I can see the desire in his eyes. He's panting, which is odd, because I've never heard him breathe at all apart from sighing, if that counts. "Wille... Oh my god..." He licks his lips. "You... you taste way too good... oh fuck... Are you ok?"

The lightheadedness is becoming less and I ignore the throbbing pain in my tongue, nodding. "Yes... I... That was... so good, actually... damn. This isn't just a one-time thing, right?"

His voice is mixed with worry and desire. "No... I don't think I can keep it a one time thing... You're way too good..."