eternal || hawks x reader

Chapter 5 || Key

"the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like a religion, like the way you look at me."

- caffeine, 4:41

Blood has a unique taste.

It's bitter, yet indescribably sweet. One drop, and I'm enslaved with the desire to ...

Kill.

I gritted my teeth, the euphoric feeling of my limbs set ablaze by the soul-quenching thirst fulfilled racing through my mind.  Just the mere words, "drink my blood", leaving Hawks' lips was enough to drive me insane; I was on top of him in seconds. He looked at me, startled by my sudden forwardness, while I couldn't focus on anything other than his pulsating heartbeat.

I hadn't felt this craving in such a long time, not since I stood on the chest of an illegal arms trafficking figurehead during a mission of the Twelve. In this moment, I could still hear the crushing of his trachea and the last breath he took as my fangs sunk into his carotid artery. The life draining out of his eyes, his body going limp...

I wanted to experience it all again.

The downside to this part of my Quirk wasn't the fact that I couldn't stop, but I didn't want to. I'd drink to not only heal myself, but to end the person I was draining. It was almost as natural as a regular instinct to me, which is why it wasn't an option I liked to utilize. I became a different person when the blood lust took over, and before I vowed to myself never to use this part of my abilities again -  taking life this way was normal for me.

"I can't promise I'll be able to stop," I panted, briefly looking up to meet his assuring gaze. My hands rested on the bed below us, next to either side of his hips while my knees pushed apart his legs further than how they were originally. I inched closer, reaching over to touch his neck. I could sense the temperature difference on the surface of his soft skin with a mere finger gliding across, feeling for a vein instead of an artery. If I truly couldn't contain my own impulses and he was able to push me away, ripping my fangs out wouldn't cause him to hemorrhage dangerously.

His wings ruffled, "Tch, I never said I'd want you to."

He didn't understand how much his words fueled the darkest parts of my mind that craved to see him squirm under my grasp. I didn't voice these thoughts and this was for selfish reasons only. If he felt fear, his blood would take on a more pungent flavor. Usually my victims were already on the verge of death beforehand so to finally reach it was more blissful to them than being in agonizing pain; therefore the taste was usually the same. However, a situation like this, having Hawks offer his blood to me instead of just forcefully taking it wasn't something I necessarily had experience in.

I had to be careful with him and I found myself growing a bit impatient trying to locate the right vein, so I opted for another option. Bringing myself closer to him, moving one hand to grasp the headboard of the medical bed and the other around his neck to keep him from moving.

"That's the problem."

My lips pressed against his deliciously smooth skin, a small gasp rolling off of his tongue as he instinctively moved to look at me. I tightened my grasp, my thumb and forefinger pressed against his jaw to refrain him from doing so. I could have also licked him, but even in my state using that as a way to localize the vessel I was searching for would have been too flustering for me.

Once I found it, I opened my mouth wider to expose my fangs and positioned them right above it. His vermilion feathers tensed, and to my surprise; I hesitated. Was it because it was Keigo? For the first time, my blood lust turned into something even more dangerous.