The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 5

Pogo's POV

I come out of the bathroom but retreat to my bunk. This curse is becoming more and more of a burden. I overheard Ginger trying to explain my sudden action even though I know it still made Zim feel insecure. He understands since we both share the curse. I quickly and quietly drain a blood bag before heading back out into the "living room". I sit by Zim and lay my head in his lap. I smile up at him with my "cute as fuck and you know it" smile. He blushes,oh god I hear it, and says "Stop being cute." Ohh he thinks I'm cute, hmm? I grab his neck and kiss him deep. Damn his lips are soft. I grab him up off the couch and the next thing I know I'm shoving him in my bunk, our lips never leaving each other's except to breathe. I lick his bottom lip for him to let me in. God let me in. He hesitantly opens his mouth and our tongues start to wrestle. He tastes so goooooddd. "I bet his blood tastes even better." Ripper side of me says. No no NO. Don't do this now. He tugs the bottom of my Mohawk and I groan. Shit, I can feel myself getting harder. I suck on his neck, almost tasting the delectable red liquid through his skin. "Pogo that's a little too hard. Lighten up." he says, quietly. "Shit I'm sorry cutie." He rubs his hand up my inner thigh and I can feel my eyes start to change. Shitshitshit. I pull away quickly, just barely catching the look of hurt on his face. "Stephen?" he asks, sounding annoyed. His eyes widen and I know he saw my black eyes. " I uhm I can explain I um.." I try to think of an explanation while waving my hands around. "I just put in contacts?" He looks at me with an insulted face and says "Stephen I'm not 5. No one puts contacts in that fast. Not even Marilyn." I can hear his pulse get quicker the angrier he gets. Throb. Throb. Throb. I catch the look of horror on his face as he sees my fangs elongate and I lunge.

~RisingOptimism