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Aventurine has a problem.

Okay, he has a plethora of problems, too many to list, but right now his most pressing problem is that he’s starving. Not the kind of starving people claim to be when they haven't had a decent meal all day, truly and painfully starving. He hasn't felt this hungry since he was forcefully turned into the creature he is now, and that terrifies him.

Once a former slave once owned by a man that followed the path of Voracity, Aventurine is now cursed with vampirism, something his former master inflicted upon him for the purely selfish reason of keeping his little pet forever young and beautiful. Something he no doubt regretted when Aventurine tore his throat out with his fangs before stabbing him through the heart to end his miserable life.

But while Aventurine may be free of his former master, he can never be free of this curse. It's no secret to the IPC; in fact Jade and Diamond had been quite intrigued by it, and Aventurine had been subjected to endless questioning about his condition along with constant surveillance while imprisoned for killing his master. He'd felt much like an animal in a zoo, made into some kind of spectacle until he was finally granted freedom and the chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the IPC.

Once he'd proven himself and become a member of the Ten Stonehearts he'd made a deal with Jade to be provided with an endless supply of food in the form of bags of donated blood from various medical facilities. Something he hates, because taking such a vital resource from people who need blood transfusions makes him feel like a parasite, a greedy monster undeserving of such a precious, lifesaving thing. But he has little choice but to rely on donated blood, lest he be forced to feed from the living.

The only living person he'd ever fed from was his own sire, and that had been very much against his will. He'd seen the man drain many an innocent of their blood in order to sate his ravenous hunger, with only a lucky few surviving the massive blood loss. The fear in their eyes as he sank his fangs into their necks, their futile attempts to push him away, the screams of agony they'd let out as they became nothing more than a meal will haunt Aventurine for the rest of his life. They never stood a chance, not against a being with such supernatural strength, reduced to mere sheep before a wolf. Many of them had been slaves just like Aventurine, and every day he feels an immense sense of survivor's guilt for making it out alive.

Why the man had decided to spare Aventurine and make him his little pet he'll never know, but the moment he'd decided to make Aventurine a vampire as well he'd sealed his fate.

It's been many years since then, and Aventurine has adjusted to traveling the galaxy with a supply of blood bags on hand to slake his thirst whenever it becomes too much to ignore. He's usually very careful to always make sure he's got more than enough to last the entire trip, wherever it may be, unwilling to risk allowing himself to become so starved for blood that he'd potentially lose control of himself and seek a meal from the nearest living thing. He usually subsists on one bag of blood a day to make his supply stretch further, even if it never feels like enough to truly satisfy his hunger.

The longest he's gone without feeding since becoming a vampire was the weeks-long period after he'd been freed from his former master and then imprisoned for his death. Awaiting his trial in a cold prison cell without a drop of blood to be found had been the most miserable time of his life, and he never wants to feel that desperate again.

It's unfortunate then that he'd finally slipped up and screwed himself over royally on his latest trip across the galaxy, all because of a simple mistake, as well as being distracted by the presence of his strategic partner, Veritas Ratio.

Ever since the happenings on Penacony they'd grown closer, and as a result they've been working together more and more often lately. Their latest mission together was supposed to be a simple one; head to some backwater planet to try and convince the locals to allow the IPC to establish trade routes and other morally questionable "mutually beneficial" agreements. Ratio had agreed to accompany him only because he was curious to study the local flora of a new planet and potentially discover new species of plants that could be used to produce medicine for various ailments.

Which had been just fine with Aventurine; he quite enjoys the Doctor's company, probably more than he should, actually. But who can blame him when Ratio is so devastatingly handsome and interesting to talk to? Sure, Aventurine doesn't always follow when he starts rambling about subjects he couldn't possibly begin to grasp without dedicating hours to independent study, but still, hearing him nerd out and seeing the expression on his lovely face when he discusses a topic he's truly passionate about is always a treat.

Too bad Aventurine likely won't be experiencing any of that again anytime soon.

Somehow, some way, the fact that the planet they've been assigned to visit, Ixion-14, is prone to frequent electrical storms had been left out of their mission details, and, of course, said electrical storms had decided to strike just as they were entering the atmosphere. There was little warning, the skies clear one second then a deep purple the next, bolts of lightning streaking through the air in rapid succession. The automated piloting system had short-circuited after the ship was struck by several bolts of lightning, because no matter how advanced the technology the IPC uses may be Mother Nature will always win out in the end.

Thankfully Ratio had been able to take over the controls and pilot the ship well enough…right up until a few more bolts of lightning struck the ship and killed the power completely, the entire system fried from the surge of electricity. It's a miracle that they hadn't been fried themselves, and that their crash landing hadn't been fatal, the two of them escaping with nothing but bruises thanks to the structural integrity of the ship. Sadly the ship itself was damaged upon landing, and rendered completely unable to fly, which, coupled with their lack of any reliable form of communication with the outside world certainly complicates things.

It's been exactly three days since they landed, and while they normally might try to make contact with the locals and see if they could set up communications with the IPC there hasn't been a long enough break between electrical storms for them to risk leaving the safety of the ship. The backup generator died on the second day, and they're running low on supplies, but at least Aventurine won't be eating any of the rations Ratio had brought along for the trip.

Unfortunately for Aventurine his supply of blood for the trip had never arrived at the docking bay where he and Ratio took off due to some kind of mix-up with the delivery service, and Aventurine, who wins every gamble he makes, had decided to go ahead with the trip, not wanting to hold things up waiting for a delivery when they were on such a tight schedule. The trip had been estimated to take one day there and one day back, and Aventurine certainly wouldn't starve to death in such a short period of time.

But it's now been four days total since they set out on their trip, and Aventurine hasn't had a single drop of blood since a few hours before they departed. It's not the longest he's gone without feeding, and he isn't at risk of dying from starvation just yet, but aeons is he absolutely miserable right now. His body is crying out for sustenance, a type of hunger he can't ever recall feeling as a human, ravenous and unrelenting. He's much paler than usual and his skin is ice cold, something that once again reminds him of the monster he's become.

But to Aventurine the worst part of starving for blood is not the physical symptoms, but the voice in his head screaming at him to feed on the very alive human that's just within reach. He'd been able to ignore the whisperings at first, to stop himself from stealing glances at Ratio's lovely, slender neck, but the longer he's in forced proximity to the man the more tempted he is to ask to feed from him to sate this gnawing hunger.

Whether Ratio has noticed his predicament is a mystery, the man having decided to bury his nose in the book he usually carries around once the generator died and he was unable to send any more distress signals to the IPC. With any luck the IPC will send a search team to come and find them now that it's way past their estimated return date, but any rescue attempts will have to wait until there's a break in the electrical storms.

Hopefully that will happen sooner rather than later, because both Aventurine and Ratio are reaching their limits of how much of this roughing it shit they can take.

They've bickered on and off since landing, an inevitability since they're forced to share a living space that's not all that spacious to begin with, the ship they'd been loaned this time far smaller than the ones they’re accustomed to. It has a small med bay, a kitchenette, a resting area with two basic (and rather uncomfortable in Aventurine's humble opinion) beds, and a bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a shower that only sprays cold water now. All things they've had to use sparingly due to their dwindling water supply, which only makes them both even more irritable.

And the icing on the shit cake is that the longer Aventurine goes without feeding the more it feels like his senses are heightened, as if his body is going into full predator mode out of desperation to find prey and feed. His sense of smell has grown far sharper since becoming a vampire, and usually he quite enjoys Ratio's signature scent, a pleasant mix of soap, old books, freshly roasted coffee and clove, with notes of something woodsy underneath. But with this heightened sense of smell it's almost overwhelming, especially since Ratio's scent has shifted to something completely different due to the circumstances they find themselves in; sweat, dust from the atmosphere, and a natural musk that's not unpleasant but does serve as a reminder that Ratio is human, is warm, and is very much full of blood.

And right now said human is lounging on one of the beds in the resting area, back to the wall and legs crossed as he reads, only a few feet separating his bed from Aventurine's. His scent is strong, and Aventurine can hear the beating of his heart from where he sits on his own bed, back against the wall and arms around his knees as he tries not to lose his fucking mind from hunger. Which is easier said than done when Ratio is starting to look more and more like a feast waiting to be devoured.

It's enough to make his mouth water and his fangs ache with the urge to bite, and it only gets worse when Ratio decides to sit up and shed his chiton, exposing even more pale skin with that black undershirt of his that shows off his sides and chest. And then he goes back to reading like it's nothing, completely unaware that Aventurine is drooling over him like a predator desperate to sink its fangs into its prey.

Stop. I can't feed from him. I don't want to hurt him. I doubt he'd let me bite him anyway.

But…there's so much bare flesh on display, so many places to sink his fangs into…it would be so easy…and surely Ratio can afford to lose a pint or two of blood…

Aventurine can't fight back the groan that escapes his lips, the intense hunger pangs threatening to drive him mad, and finally Ratio peers over his book, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Are you alright, Gambler?" Ratio asks, sounding a little annoyed at him for daring to make noise, and Aventurine feels ready to throw himself outside and let the lightning fry him just to escape this misery. He swallows hard before forcing a little smile, just like he always does when he has something to hide.

"I'm perfectly fine, Doc. You know, aside from being trapped on this backwater planet in a broken-down ship with dwindling supplies, just waiting to be rescued," Aventurine says sardonically, and Ratio shoots him an unimpressed look.

"And how exactly will staring at me solve those issues, hm?"

Oh. Shit. Called out. Aventurine lets out a nervous little laugh, feeling far less sharp and witty than usual when he's starving for blood.

"Well, you're certainly the most interesting thing to look at in this place, so can you really blame me?" he says jokingly, though it's the honest truth. His phone had died a day ago and he's been bored out of his mind ever since, taking to flipping the coin he carries in his pocket every now and then and guessing heads or tails to keep himself from going completely crazy. At least this planet's night cycles are still rather bright thanks to the constant lightning, so they won't have to sit in complete darkness. Still, Aventurine desperately wishes he had something to occupy his mind and distract him from the gnawing hunger plaguing him.

Ratio simply rolls his eyes at him before going back to reading, and it feels like the silence between them stretches on for ages. Ratio has, understandably, not been in the mood to ramble about different subjects like usual, and Aventurine finds himself missing it dearly, especially now, when he's at war with his own mind, instincts threatening to take over at any moment. His thoughts right now are centered around one thing and one thing only, and that's feeding.

Even just a drop of blood…

He feels like some kind of addict having withdrawals, his heart racing and breathing quickened, and aeons Ratio's heartbeat is so loud…Aventurine is trying so hard not to stare, not to listen too closely to the organ pumping hot, delicious blood throughout Ratio's body, but it's impossible to tune it out when the only other sounds at the moment are his own breathing and the crackle of the constant lightning outside.

This is bad. I can't stay in here.

But where else can he go? There's no reason for him to be in the kitchenette, the med bay has an even more uncomfortable bed than the rest area, and he'd already taken his cold shower for the day. He hates feeling like an animal trapped in a cage, and he wants to fucking scream, because he doesn't know how much longer he can endure this without snapping completely.

Suddenly Ratio is snapping his book closed with a sigh, and Aventurine jumps at the sound, feeling far more on edge than usual, which earns him another raised eyebrow from Ratio.

"Jumpy, are we? What's gotten into you, Gambler?" he asks, and Aventurine forces another smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Just…spacing out a little is all. Don't worry about me," he tries and fails to sound nonchalant, and while Ratio's brows furrow as he stands up from the bed at least he doesn't question Aventurine any further…for now.

"Right. Anyway, I'm going to shower. We've got enough water to sustain human life for at least two more days, so me taking a quick shower will not be detrimental to our survival," Ratio states, and Aventurine can't help but breathe a sigh of relief at that. Good. Ratio leaving the room should give him time to pull himself together, at least enough to avoid lunging at the man out of pure desperation.

"Knock yourself out, Doc. I don't exactly need to drink water anyway, so use as much as you like," Aventurine encourages him, and Ratio eyes him for a moment, his expression unreadable, making Aventurine wonder just what he's thinking right now. Sometimes it feels like Ratio can see right through him, but at least he doesn't interrogate him, instead turning to head towards the shower, leaving Aventurine alone with his thoughts.

Aventurine shivers, his body temperature having dropped significantly now that he's basically starving, all the color having drained from his face. His heart may still beat like a human's, but he needs a source of fresh blood to fuel his body to warm itself, to not appear corpse-like, and he can only imagine how awful he must look right now. The natural lighting in the room is dim, more clouds having rolled in, though flashes of lightning still illuminate the ship through the windows. A small blessing, because if it had been any lighter in here Ratio likely would've noticed how he looks like death warmed over.

The shivering only intensifies the longer he sits there, his body trying in vain to warm itself, and Aventurine feels himself becoming increasingly desperate for both heat and sustenance. His eyes fall upon the neatly made bed across from him, the one no doubt containing Ratio's lingering body heat and scent. It looks so warm right now, so inviting, and Aventurine is just desperate enough to seek out any kind of relief at the moment, no matter how weird or pathetic it might be to crawl into someone else's bed just to bask in their warmth and scent.

And so he finds himself standing up from the bed and quickly crossing the distance between his bed and Ratio's, and without giving himself time to reconsider his actions he crawls into Ratio's bed and buries his face in the blanket, inhaling deeply and shuddering as Ratio's scent fills his lungs. It's both comforting and tormenting, his mouth watering from it, another pang of hunger making him groan in misery.

This was a mistake. It's like being able to smell food but not taste it.

He hates thinking of Ratio as food, but right now he's so, so hungry, and Ratio's scent, combined with his lingering warmth, are like sweet torture, a reminder of what he cannot have. And yet he can't bring himself to pull away, instead rubbing against the blankets like a cat cake in some vain attempt to soothe himself. Sadly his body won't let him forget about his hunger, and desperation drives him near to the breaking point.

I can't do this anymore. I need blood.

It quickly becomes far too much for him to bear, and out of sheer desperation he brings his wrist to his lips and bites into his own flesh, fangs sinking deep and drawing blood, the sting of his skin being pierced barely registering in his mind at the moment. The cool liquid flows freely into his mouth, simulating how it would feel to feed, but it does little to ease the desperate need plaguing him.

Even a room-temperature blood bag would be better than this.

The taste and temperature are all wrong, and he was stupid to think he could fool his brain into believing he's actually feeding. He whines pathetically as he pulls his fangs out of his flesh and desperately laps at the pale imitation of a meal, feeling more and more like a starved animal. It's pure agony, and for a moment he seriously considers throwing himself into the raging electrical storm outside just to put an end to his suffering.

He's so caught up in how awful he feels that he doesn't notice that Ratio has returned until it's too late, his usually sharp hearing having completely missed the sound of bare feet padding on the metal floor of the ship.

"What are you doing, Gambler?" Ratio's voice cuts through the fog of hunger and desperation plaguing Aventurine's mind, and he bolts upright in Ratio's bed, eyes wide and heart thundering in his chest. Oh. Oh no. He's a fucking idiot. He should've known that Ratio wouldn't be in the shower long due to their limited water supply, but he'd been so caught up in his suffering that it had completely slipped his mind, and now Ratio is standing in the doorway of the resting area, eyes wide as he looks upon what must be a baffling (and disturbing) sight indeed.

Aventurine, in Ratio's bed, his own blood dripping from his fangs and smeared on his lips, wild-eyed and looking like an animal caught in a trap. He swallows hard, mind racing as he tries to come up with any excuse that might explain his bizarre behavior and coming up with nothing. It doesn't help that Ratio is wearing nothing but a towel now, skin still damp from the bath and wet hair slicked back, exposing so much skin that it nearly makes Aventurine dizzy from the mere sight of it.

Shit.

This is bad. This is so, so bad, and Aventurine wants nothing more than to disappear right now and never have to face Ratio again. He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, and it only takes a second for Ratio to catch on that something is very, very wrong here. He crosses the distance between them and grabs Aventurine by the chin, forcing his head up, and Aventurine's eyes go impossibly wide. The feeling of Ratio's warm skin on his own, his clean scent in his lungs, the beating of his heart in his ears is frying Aventurine's poor brain at the moment, and he can't help the way his mouth waters, fangs aching with the urge to bite.

He's so close.

Ratio furrows his brows in concern, another flash of lightning illuminating Aventurine's features and revealing the horrible state he's in at the moment.

"I thought something was amiss. You look like death, Gambler," Ratio says, looking aghast, and Aventurine finally snaps out of his hunger-induced stupor, his eyes meeting Ratio's as he licks his lips of his own blood in some vain attempt to appear normal. As if that ship hasn't long since sailed.

"Yeah, well, you would too if you hadn't eaten in four days," Aventurine replies defensively, hating how pathetic he sounds right now. He'd hoped to keep his desperation hidden, to not let on that he's starving for blood so as not to make Ratio feel pressured to feed him (like he would anyway), but now the cat cake is out of the bag, and there's no bullshitting his way out of this. He should really just pull away and go lock himself in the bathroom until they're rescued, but Ratio's touch is like a soothing balm to him right now, even if it's also driving him mad having Ratio's warm skin next to his mouth, within biting distance.

Ratio's sunset eyes go wide at that. "Four days? Did you not bring any blood with you?" Ratio asks incredulously, and Aventurine simply shrugs as he lets out a humorless laugh.

"Nope. The delivery never arrived. I thought I'd be fine for a couple of days, no big deal, so I didn't bother waiting for a fresh batch. Didn't anticipate being stranded like this. How foolish of me," he says bitterly, and Ratio's frown deepens as he releases his hold on Aventurine's chin, Aventurine immediately mourning the loss of his touch.

"And you didn't think to say anything???" Ratio asks, sounding exasperated, and Aventurine blinks, surprised by those words. He'd expected Ratio to lay into him about being a negligent idiot, but he seems more worried than critical right now, and that…is something Aventurine isn't used to. Being worried over…he'd almost forgotten what that felt like.

"I didn't want to make it your problem," he admits sheepishly, and suddenly he finds it hard to meet Ratio's gaze. He bites his lip, fangs threatening to pierce right through the soft skin, fingers curling in the blanket as a flood of shame washes over him. Even now Ratio's bare skin and beating heart are making his mouth water and his fangs ache, and he hates how tempted he is to lunge at the man right now like a ravenous beast.

"Yes, well, a colleague starving is my problem. I'm a doctor, in case you forgot," Ratio says sharply, and Aventurine forces himself to look up at him again, frowning a little.

"I'll be fine, Doc. It'll take more than this to kill me," Aventurine says, and aeons can Ratio put some fucking clothes on already??? Not only is Aventurine hungry, he's also weak to how stupidly attractive Ratio is, and if he could blush right now he just might. Instead of backing off though Ratio comes to sit on the edge of the bed, and Aventurine's heart starts to race, his controlling slipping more and more every second that Ratio is near him.

What he does next catches Aventurine completely off guard.

Ratio extends his him, wrist up, and offers it to Aventurine, who stares in wide-eyed shock at the sight of Ratio offering himself up to him. To feed on.

This can't be happening.

"Drink. I thought you might've been feeding in secret out of a desire for privacy, but now that I know that's not the case I'm going to make sure you get a decent meal," Ratio states firmly, and Aventurine swallows hard as he eyes the visible veins in Ratio's arm. So beautiful, so perfect, just begging to be bitten into…but no!!! He'd sworn off feeding from humans for a reason, the memories of those dried-out husks his sire had left behind forever haunting him. He shakes his head, averting his gaze from Ratio and his arm, trembling a little.

"I can't. If I lose control you'll die from blood loss. I refuse to have that on my conscience," Aventurine protests, voice wavering in a way that's very unlike him, a testament to just how much going without feeding for so long is affecting him. But Ratio will not be deterred, it seems; he lets out a scoff, as if Aventurine is being absolutely ridiculous right now. And perhaps he is, but so be it. He'd rather sound like a fool than hurt one of the few people in this universe he can call a true friend.

"Spare me your concern, Gambler. Do you truly think me so weak that I couldn't shove you off of me if you got carried away? And here I was thinking you recognized my skill in battle," Ratio says with a hint of irritation in his voice, and finally Aventurine looks back at him, shaking his head with a frown.

"You're plenty strong, Doc. I just don't want to hurt you, alright? Or make you feel like you have to feed me out of pity-"

He's abruptly cut off when Ratio once again takes him by surprise by suddenly grabbing him by the hair and shoving his face against his wrist, and oh aeons the roughness is enough to make his eyes go impossibly wide and his cock twitch in his slacks. It also makes him panic a little though, because now there's absolutely zero distance between his mouth and Ratio's skin, and he's so, so warm and so very soft here, perfect for sinking his fangs into. Aventurine can feel Ratio's pulse thrumming beneath his lips, and he groans against his skin as he fights the urge to bite with everything he has.

But Ratio isn't going to let him off that easily.

"Stop being stubborn and just bite me already, Gambler," Ratio commands, his grip on Aventurine's hair strong and unyielding. Aventurine knows that he could escape his hold if he truly wanted to, his own strength having been proven time and again, but right now, as starved as he is, as desperate as he is for even a single drop of fresh blood he finds himself unable to resist the siren call.

Ratio you bastard.

He shouldn't do this. He knows he shouldn't. This could end so, so badly, and yet Aventurine is powerless to stop himself from crossing the line he'd set long ago, for better or worse. He's salivating like crazy as he opens his mouth, breath ghosting over Ratio's skin and eliciting goosebumps from the man, and Aventurine grabs Ratio's arm before finally, finally sinking his fangs into Ratio's flesh. They pierce it easily, dragging a hiss out of Ratio, but the doctor doesn't pull back, his blood flowing freely into Aventurine's waiting mouth.

Aventurine outright moans as hot, fresh blood fills his mouth and coats his tongue, the taste downright euphoric compared to both his own blood and the blood bags he's used to feeding from. He can't help but drink deep, eyes half-lidded as he swallows it down, his expression one of pure ecstasy as he feels the warmth slowly return to his body with every gulp. He had no idea what he was missing out on by not feeding directly from a living being, and he doesn't know if he can ever go back to blood bags after this.

Every beat of Ratio's heart causes more blood to fill his mouth, and Aventurine can feel some of it escaping the corners of his lips, a real shame that he'll have to remedy by lapping up every drop once he drinks his fill. That ravenous, gnawing hunger finally abates, and he could pull away now and be sated, but the longer he feeds the more he starts to notice a change in the taste of Ratio's blood. It suddenly tastes sweeter, making it even more delicious, and Aventurine groans as he swallows down another mouthful. How much has he taken now? He doesn't know, but it's difficult to stop himself when Ratio's blood tastes like the sweetest nectar.

It's addicting, almost intoxicating, heat coursing through his veins with every drink, and Aventurine can feel the unmistakable stirrings of arousal deep within his core. Now that's certainly unexpected; he's never gotten hard from feeding before, but he's also never fed from an actual human before, and he wonders if this is why his former master always wanted to fuck right after feeding. He'd rather not think about the bastard though, so he quickly shuts the thought down and focuses instead on how divine Ratio tastes.

He's so lost in the ecstasy of a fresh meal that feeling Ratio tug at his hair only makes him sink his fangs in deeper with a low growl, the hand on Ratio's arm tightening its grip like he's some kind of animal unwilling to part from its meal. That earns him another, sharper tug at his hair, the pain of Aventurine biting down harder making Ratio hiss.

"That's enough," Ratio says firmly, the breathy quality of his voice catching Aventurine off guard. He finally flicks his eyes over to the doctor, and what he sees is quite the surprise indeed.

There's a pretty flush on Ratio's cheeks, pupils blown wide and lips parted with quickened breath, and oh. Oh. Aventurine recognizes that look, has seen it plenty of times before. Ratio is aroused right now, and that is certainly unexpected. That explains the sweetness in his blood (he thinks) and the aphrodisiac effect it's having on Aventurine, and well, he can't say he's upset about this turn of events. He's tempted to keep going until Ratio forces him off, but he also feels the sudden urge to pounce the man, and this time lust wins out over hunger.

Aventurine pulls his fangs out of Ratio's wrist and laps at the wounds, making eye contact with Ratio as his tongue laves over the punctured flesh, and oh the way Ratio shivers as his flush deepens is quite the treat indeed. Aventurine gives Ratio a fanged grin, which no doubt makes him look almost feral with the blood dripping from his fangs and the corners of his lips.

"Thanks for the meal, Doctor. you taste incredible," he purrs, and Ratio is finally snapped out of his staring, releasing his hold on Aventurine's hair and yanking his arm back with a scowl.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" he grumbles, eyeing the bloody wounds on his arm, and Aventurine chuckles as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It is. You're the first person I've fed on since I was turned, and now you've ruined me for life," he jests, even if it's absolutely true. Going back to blood bags after feeding on fresh, hot blood directly from the source is going to be tough, but it's not like he can ask Ratio to feed him all the time. He laps at the blood smeared across the back of his hand, amused when Ratio quickly averts his gaze, clearly flustered. How adorable.

"…was it enough?" he mumbles the question, and Aventurine blinks, taken aback. It almost sounds like Ratio would allow him to feed from him again if he wasn't sated, and well. Aventurine would have to be a fool to pass up such an opportunity, even if his hunger has abated for the most part. His greed will surely be his undoing, but why not indulge while he has the chance?

I really am a fool.

"It was a nice snack, but I don't feel full quite yet," Aventurine says suggestively, and Ratio finally looks back at him, eyes flicking down to his fangs. Oh, he thinks he might've awakened a kink in the good doctor, and he can't help but feel a little smug about that. Ratio huffs as he squirms a little, and Aventurine can't help but look down at the towel around his waist, his grin turning into a smirk when he sees Ratio's erection tenting it slightly.

"I suppose I could afford to lose a bit more blood before it becomes a health risk," Ratio mutters, and that's all the permission Aventurine needs to finally pounce. He moves to straddle Ratio's lap where he's sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on his shoulders, and the way the man's cheeks go crimson and his eyes go comically wide as he stares up at Aventurine in shock is oh so satisfying. Clearly he wasn't expecting a lap full of vampire, but unless he shoves Aventurine off he's going to plant himself right here, right on top of Ratio's barely concealed erection. It's a bold move, one that could potentially end in Ratio no longer wishing to be his friend, but Aventurine has never shied away from a gamble, so why start now?

"How generous of you, Doctor. You know, out of all that exposed skin it's your neck that's really caught my eye, and I would love to sink my fangs into it," Aventurine says, voice low and smooth as silk as he reaches up to brush his fingers over the side of Ratio's neck, his pulse thrumming beneath fingertips in a way that has Aventurine salivating already. The touch makes Ratio shiver, and Aventurine can't help but delight in how sensitive he seems to be to even the lightest touch. "If you think you can handle it, that is," Aventurine adds, a little taunt meant to rile Ratio up, to challenge him and test the limits of his resolve.

And Ratio falls for it hook, line, and sinker. He huffs, shooting Aventurine an unimpressed look. "I'm not so fragile that a few bites would be my undoing. Though I fail to see why this position is necessary," he mumbles, flush deepening, and Aventurine hums with a little grin, purposely pressing his plush little ass down against Ratio's erection, not missing the little gasp that spills from Ratio's lips.

"It's mutually beneficial. I get a meal, and you get to take care of this," Aventurine emphasizes the word with a teasing rock of his hips, and both of Ratio's hands fly up to grip his hips as he moans from the friction. "I'm all yours to use as you please, Doctor. Consider it a show of gratitude for offering yourself up to me," Aventurine purrs, and Ratio scoffs at that, trying and failing to appear less affected than he truly is.

"You don't owe me anything, Gambler. I'm not going to use you, especially if you view it as nothing more than a transaction," Ratio states firmly, cheeks still ablaze even as his expression turns serious. Aventurine stills his hips, eyes widening slightly at that. He should've figured that Ratio would be a gentleman when it comes to sex, but still, it's kind of adorable.

"And if I said I wanted it? That I'm just as hard as you are right now?" Aventurine says with a sultry little smile, shifting so that he can grind his own clothed erection against Ratio's, letting out a breathy moan at the delicious friction. All that blood he ingested feels like it's rushed south now, and it's all because of the stupidly handsome man beneath him. Ratio groans as his hips give a jerk, and oh, Aventurine wants to hear more of those pretty sounds spilling from his lips.

"From feeding on me?" Ratio asks breathlessly, his grip on Aventurine's hips tightening, and Aventurine lets out an airy little laugh as his hands slide down to Ratio's ample pecs and give them a squeeze, testing the boundaries of what and where he's allowed to touch right now. Ratio bites his lip to stifle a moan, notably not pushing Aventurine away, and that's all the invitation Aventurine needs to appreciate those ridiculous tits of his.

"That, and from seeing you wet and nearly naked from the shower. Giving me a show on purpose, Doc?" he asks teasingly, thumbs brushing over Ratio's nipples and making them harden, and Ratio huffs indignantly, which is rather adorable when Aventurine can feel his cock twitch and throb against his own from the attention.

"Hardly. My clothes were getting dirty and I decided to wash them in the shower and hang them to dry, that's all," Ratio explains, and Aventurine chuckles at that, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck, all that bare skin just begging to be bitten.

"How lucky for me that you're such a neat freak. You smell nice too…" Aventurine murmurs, pressing a kiss to Ratio's warm skin, right above his pulse point. Ratio shivers, giving Aventurine's hips a squeeze, and he's just so fun to tease that Aventurine can't help but want to bully him a little.

"Are you going to keep yammering on or are you going to bite me like we agreed?" Ratio asks impatiently, sounding a little breathless already, and Aventurine pulls back to tease him some more, but the words quickly die on his lips when Ratio proceeds to tilt his head to the side invitingly, exposing more of that pale, slender neck of his. Aventurine's mouth immediately starts to water again, and yeah, okay, teasing time is over.

"How could I possibly resist?" Aventurine says playfully, and then he's leaning in to mouth at Ratio's skin, the feeling of his pulse thrumming beneath his lips like a siren's call. His breath ghosts hot over Ratio's skin, making him shiver, his fangs once again aching with the urge to bite. Ratio trusting him to feed from such a vital area without killing him is rather touching, and Aventurine is determined not to betray that trust, no matter how divine his blood may taste.

"You know your limits, right? Then I'll trust you not to let me cross them," Aventurine breathes, voice low and hot, and before Ratio has a chance to answer Aventurine is sinking his fangs into his flesh for the second time that day, causing Ratio to cry out at the sharp pain. Aventurine moans shamelessly as hot blood once again flows into his mouth, the area so rich with arteries and veins that his mouth is flooded in no time, droplets of blood trickling down the corners of his lips. He greedily swallows it down, one hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in Ratio's wet hair as the other grips his shoulder, and it feels so incredibly intimate that it has Aventurine's cock throbbing, his arousal stoked by the sweet blood and the warmth of Ratio's skin.

Ratio's hand flies up to tangle his fingers in Aventurine's hair as well, his other arm sliding around Aventurine's lower back, and Aventurine's heart flutters in his chest at the feeling. All these years he's thought of himself as nothing but a bloodthirsty monster, and yet here Ratio is, offering himself up to Aventurine, unafraid to hold him close. It does things to his wretched heart that he'll have to unpack later, when he's not fangs deep in Ratio's neck, drinking his blood like the greedy thing he is.

Just like before he can feel hot arousal coursing through his veins, and he can't help but grind down against Ratio, letting out a muffled moan at the burst of pleasure it brings. He's never felt so turned on in his life, and the more aroused Ratio gets the more Aventurine can taste it in his blood, creating a sort of horny feedback loop that makes him feel almost dizzy from pleasure without Ratio ever touching his cock. This time Ratio doesn't even attempt to stay still, rocking his hips up with a deep groan as his grip on Aventurine's hair tightens, and Aventurine growls low in his throat at the feeling, sounding like a feral beast as he gorges himself on Ratio's blood.

He should probably free his cock to avoid cumming in the only pair of boxers and pants he has on this aeonsforsaken ship, but it's difficult to want to pull away right now, the ecstasy of drinking Ratio's blood while grinding their cocks together downright intoxicating in its intensity. Ratio seems almost mindless with pleasure as well, hips jerking up as pretty moans spill from his lips, and Aventurine decides that he wants to make him come undone while drinking deep of his blood.

Aventurine shifts just enough so that he can grind his ass down against Ratio's erection, over and over again, just like he would if he were riding him, causing Ratio to let out a shuddering gasp. Something that has Aventurine dampening the front of his boxers with precum as he swallows another mouthful of blood, his insides aching with the need to be stuffed full of Ratio's cock. He can already tell that he's big just from grinding against him, and Aventurine would gladly take him in his ass or his mouth and drain him dry of cum just like he's draining him of blood.

Want him to ruin me.

Another rock of his hips and Ratio is tugging at his hair with a breathless moan, cock throbbing against Aventurine's ass as his hips jerk upwards. "Wait, I'm-" he starts, but Aventurine cuts him off with another rough grind of his ass against his cock, and that's all it takes to have Ratio finally coming undone beneath him. He cums with a shout, hips stuttering as he spills into the towel wrapped around his waist, and almost immediately a surge of intoxicating sweetness courses through Ratio's veins, pumping hot into Aventurine's mouth and down his throat, and oh, it's pure bliss. Aventurine moans as his hips give a jerk, the ecstasy Ratio is feeling right now coming through in his blood and coursing hot through Aventurine as he drinks it down.

It's so good, too good, and one more gulp of arousal-spiked blood sends Aventurine over the edge right behind Ratio. He cums with a muffled whine, soaking the front of his boxers with hot seed that quickly dampens the fabric of his pants. It's one of the best orgasms he's ever had, leaving him shaking from the intensity of it, and finally, finally he extracts his fangs from Ratio's neck so he can actually breathe, panting against Ratio's bloody, sweat-slicked skin.

He can't believe he just came in his pants like an overly excited teenager, but he also can't bring himself to be annoyed by it when he's still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Ratio too is breathless and trembling slightly as he comes down from his high, and the only sound between them at the moment is the sound of their breathing, hot and heavy.

Aventurine is the first to break the silence, huffing a laugh at the state of them. "Now that was a gourmet meal," he jokes, voice rough and breathless, and he can't help but lean in to drag his tongue over the puncture wounds in Ratio's neck, making the man shiver and yank on his hair in an effort to finally pull Aventurine off of him. Aventurine's spent cock twitches from the sharp pain, but he supposes he'll give Ratio a break for now, from both the feeding and the teasing.

"Enough. You've made a mess of me, rendering my shower utterly pointless," Ratio grumbles, his own voice rough from overuse, and Aventurine pulls back to flash him a wicked little grin, fangs dripping with Ratio's blood, his lips and chin smeared with it.

"Can't say I'm sorry about that, Doc. You just taste too good when you're horny," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes, but all his playfulness soon fizzles out when he sees the way Ratio is looking at him right now.

Ratio's eyes are wide, mouth agape as he stares at him, an expression Aventurine can't say he's ever seen on the man. Ah. Maybe seeing Aventurine covered in his blood is too much? Perhaps he should've wiped himself clean to spare the good doctor such a horrific sight? There's also the thick, metallic scent of blood lingering in the air, which smells divine to Aventurine, but Ratio is very much human still, and no doubt finds it unpleasant.

I've screwed up, haven't I? He's probably regretting it already.

"Your eyes are glowing," Ratio says in awe, and Aventurine blinks, caught completely off guard by the way Ratio's expression shifts to one of wonder, as if he's looking at some spectacular display he's never seen before.

Ah, right. His eyes. It's been so long since Aventurine has looked at himself in the mirror while his eyes are glowing that he'd nearly forgotten they could do that. It’s something that only tends to happen when he’s in full hunter mode, and his supply of blood bags usually keeps him sated enough to avoid it. It’s just another reminder of what he’s become, of how he had his humanity forcefully stripped away from him, and he wonders if Ratio finds them unsettling.

He glances over at the nearby window, the slightly darkened sky allowing him to glimpse his reflection, and his already brilliant eyes are indeed glowing, highlighting his two-toned irises in a way that makes him look almost otherworldly. But he can also see the blood smeared on his face, and he quickly averts his gaze from both his reflection and Ratio, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"I must look like a monster right now, huh? Sorry you had to see me like this," he says, releasing his hold on Ratio to instead wrap his arms around himself in a sort of self-soothing hug. The rapidly cooling mess of sticky seed on his clothing is unpleasant, but feeling like a bloodthirsty monster in front of Ratio feels even worse, and suddenly he wants to crawl in a hole and hide from the world. This was such a mistake…

"I didn't say that. Don't put words in my mouth, Aventurine," Ratio says scoldingly, and it has Aventurine turning back to face him, eyes going wide.

"Your eyes are not those of a monster," Ratio says softly, and that's certainly not what Aventurine expected to hear. It has his heart thudding in his chest, and when Ratio proceeds to tilt his chin up with a finger he feels like he might just faint. Ratio looks absolutely breathtaking himself, with his slicked-back hair and pupils blown so wide they nearly eclipse the amber of his irises, a light flush on his cheeks. It has Aventurine swallowing hard, feeling far more flustered than he had while shamelessly grinding on Ratio's dick.

"You are, however, a mess," Ratio says with a hint of desire in his voice as he swipes a thumb through the blood on Aventurine's lips, and Aventurine immediately seizes the opportunity to get another taste of Ratio, tongue darting out to lick up the blood smeared on his thumb. He fully expects Ratio to get flustered all over again, but instead he sees a heated look in his eyes, and it's enough to make Aventurine's cock start to twitch back to life in his sticky underwear.

"Why don't you clean me up then, Doc?" he purrs, low and hot, and the flash of hunger in Ratio's eyes then has Aventurine feeling much like the prey instead of the predator this time. In lieu of a witty retort Ratio once again does something entirely unexpected by surging forward to capture Aventurine's lips in a messy, bloodstained kiss.

It has Aventurine's eyes going wide once more, because Ratio has always been such a clean freak concerned about his own hygiene, and kissing a vampire that's just fed is far from sanitary. And yet Ratio's lips move against his own almost feverishly, a little clumsy but plenty enthusiastic, and soon Aventurine is returning the kiss with fervor as he takes Ratio's stupidly handsome face in his hands.

Blood smears between their mouths as the kiss quickly grows heated, and Aventurine dares to drag his tongue along the seam of Ratio's lips, urging Ratio to grant him entrance. And surprisingly he does, plush lips parting in invitation, and Aventurine eagerly licks into his mouth, letting out a muffled moan at the combined taste of blood and saliva that coats his tongue. Ratio shudders from it, tongue sliding against Aventurine's as he reaches between them to start unbuttoning Aventurine's shirt, fingers making quick work of it and exposing Aventurine's chest. Aventurine shudders in delight as Ratio's hands glide over his bare skin, from his chest down to his stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

It's a whirlwind of passion, this entire encounter a wet dream come true, and Aventurine can hardly believe that it's real.

How long has he wanted this? Wanted me?

Aventurine might just ask him later, but right now he's enjoying kissing Ratio breathless too much to even think of pulling away. The sharp points of his fangs graze Ratio's wandering tongue, and Aventurine can't help but bite down ever so slightly, easily piercing the tender flesh and making Ratio flinch. The taste of iron intensifies as fresh blood mixes with their saliva, and Aventurine moans into Ratio's mouth as heat rapidly begins to build within his core, arousal coursing through his veins and causing his cock to once again strain at the confines of his clothing.

His clothing that needs to come off, like right now, even if he's loathe to break the kiss. The sooner they're off the sooner he can feel more of Ratio's bare skin against his own, the desire to leech even more of his body heat along with his blood far too great to ignore.

Finally he breaks the kiss, pulling back and licking his lips as he shrugs off his shirt, and while he's certainly not as built as Ratio he's all lean muscle that he's been told is a treat for the eyes, and judging by the way Ratio is looking at him right now it's absolutely true. He gives Ratio a playful little grin as he slides off his lap to unbutton his pants, and once they're loose he's hooking his thumbs in the waistband of both them and his boxers before slowly sliding them down his hips.

"You should get rid of that towel," Aventurine says with a playful lilt, but Ratio is too busy staring at him to register his request at the moment. Something that makes Aventurine preen a little as he lets his remaining clothing fall to the floor to pool at his feet. Now he's completely exposed, his pale skin looking much healthier now that he's had a meal, the wounds on his wrist already healed. His cock is flushed and hard between his legs, the tip already beading with precum, and he feels not the slightest hint of shame about it.

"Ratio…are you speechless already?" Aventurine teases with a smirk, and finally Ratio snaps out of his staring, cheeks reddening slightly as he crosses his arms with a huff.

"Unlike you I don't feel the need to speak constantly," he grumbles, and Aventurine lets out an airy laugh as he comes to kneel in front of Ratio, not bothering to ask permission to reach over and undo the towel around his waist. Once it falls open Aventurine is treated to the sight of Ratio fully hard, and his eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of him.

I could feel how big he was through the towel, but seeing it up close is something else.

Ratio flushes crimson as he's exposed, eyes going wide before he quickly averts his gaze from the sight of Aventurine in between his spread legs, practically drooling over his cock. Adorable. Aventurine pushes Ratio's knees further apart before leaning in to nuzzle at his thigh, pointedly avoiding touching his cock just yet, and Ratio finally glances back down at him, almost looking a little disappointed. He'll just have to be patient.

"How you feeling, Doc? Lightheaded? Dizzy? You're still able to blush, so you must have blood to spare," Aventurine says teasingly, mouth already watering in anticipation of sinking his fangs into Ratio's flesh once more. He's already taken quite a bit of blood, but Ratio looks none the worse for wear, so maybe he can get away with taking just a little bit more…

"I'm fine. I know my own limits, as well as the limits of the human body," Ratio states with his usual air of confidence, which is a little comical when his dick is out, but Aventurine will take it as permission to continue biting him. He simply hums in response to that as he mouths at Ratio's inner thigh, the area fleshier than Aventurine had anticipated, much to his delight. It's just perfect for biting into, and Aventurine will do just that, piercing the flesh with the points of his fangs just enough to have blood welling up in fat droplets from the wounds.

Ratio hisses at the pain but notably doesn't stop him, instead reaching down to tangle his fingers loosely in Aventurine's hair. Ahh, Ratio touching him is such a treat, no matter where he does it, and Aventurine doesn't know if he'll be able to resist the urge to crawl in his lap for attention once things are back to normal. If things ever can be normal between them again after this, anyway.

Don't think about it too hard. At least not right now.

Aventurine greedily laps up the blood with a soft moan, glowing neon eyes never leaving Ratio's face. Aventurine wants to see every expression he makes as he slowly takes him apart, which won't take long, judging by the way Ratio is squirming already. Aventurine then presses a kiss to the bite wound before moving further up Ratio's thigh, hands keeping Ratio's knees spread, as if the man needed any encouragement to let Aventurine in between them. He picks a spot closer to Ratio's groin to sink his fangs into next, harder this time, and Ratio groans as his grip on Aventurine's hair tightens, gaze filled with hot desire.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Gambler?" he asks sarcastically, though he already sounds breathless, and when Aventurine flicks his eyes down to Ratio's cock he can see that it's already beading with precum, the sight and scent of it almost as enticing as the blood coating Aventurine's tongue at the moment. He swallows his mouthful before he's pulling back and looking up at Ratio with a bloodstained smirk.

"Very much so. Judging from the way you taste you're enjoying yourself plenty as well," Aventurine teases him, and finally, finally he touches Ratio's cock, though just barely, sliding two fingers up the underside from base to tip, agonizingly slow. It has Ratio's breath hitching in his chest, and Aventurine wonders just how often he touches himself, because he seems rather sensitive. Something he'll absolutely exploit like the brat he is.

"Though this is proof enough that you're having a good time," he says with a fanged grin, and he can feel Ratio's cock twitch and throb beneath his fingertips at the teasing. Ratio huffs, tugging on his hair insistently, and Aventurine finds his eagerness right now rather endearing.

"Are you going to do something about it then? This is all your fault, after all," Ratio says, voice low and smooth despite how flustered he is, and Aventurine has a decision to make here. He could tease Ratio more, drag it out and make him beg for it, but he's also eager to actually see Ratio's handsome face as he's deep in the throes of pleasure, and his own body is crying out for relief, which Ratio might just give him if he behaves. Ah, decisions, decisions…maybe if he's lucky this won't be the last time they mess around like this so he'll get to experience both. For now though…

"I suppose I'll be good for you this time," Aventurine purrs, looking up at Raito with eyes half-lidded as he finally wraps a hand around Ratio's cock and gives it a slow, teasing stroke, smearing precum over his length and making it a slick slide. Ratio groans as his hips give a jerk, and Aventurine is tempted to jerk him off and take his load to the face, but he also wants to taste Ratio while he has the chance, so that's just what he'll do.

He leans in to lap at the head of Ratio's cock, dipping his tongue into the slit to collect more precum and moaning at the slightly salty taste. Ratio's grip on his hair tightens as he lets out a shuddering gasp, and Aventurine can already tell that he's not going to last long. Is this his first blowjob? Surely not, right? Though if by some miracle it is then Aventurine will do his best to blow Ratio's mind and ruin him for anyone else.

He takes the head into his mouth, mindful of his fangs, giving it a teasing suck that has Ratio moaning and shooting a fresh load of precum down his throat that Aventurine greedily swallows down. Instead of drawing out the teasing he takes more of Ratio into his mouth, slowly swallowing him down inch by inch, the heat and weight of Ratio's thick cock on his tongue making his own cock twitch and throb and dribble more precum down his length.

His gag reflex is practically nonexistent these days, and once he moves his hand he's able to take Ratio's cock to the hilt, the head pressing against the back of Aventurine's throat as he swallows around him. Oh he tastes and smells so lovely, like soap and sweat, and Aventurine can't help but breathe him deep into his lungs.

Ratio's grip on his hair is almost painful now that Aventurine has taken all of him in his mouth, which is just fine with Aventurine. Pain only makes the pleasure even sweeter, after all, and if Ratio wants to get rough with him he welcomes it. With Ratio buried in his throat Aventurine fixes his gaze on Ratio's face, eager to see what kind of expression he's making right now.

And oh is it a lovely sight. Ratio's eyes are squeezed shut, brows furrowed slightly and lips parted as he pants, that pretty flush having spread up to his ears. He's trembling slightly already, and Aventurine finds it both hot and adorable. The only problem? He wants Ratio's eyes on him as he sucks him off, and he's determined to make that happen. Aventurine swallows around Ratio's cock again before he's pulling back, letting the hard length slip from his lips, and the disappointed little groan he gets in response has Aventurine chuckling softly.

"Eyes on me, Doc," Aventurine says, voice low and hot, and Ratio surprisingly obeys without protest, those gorgeous sunset eyes fluttering open to gaze down at him with pure desire. Aventurine almost wishes he were wearing that usual red eyeliner of his, if only to see it smudged from Ratio being reduced to a teary-eyed mess, but maybe next time.

"There we go. Good boy," Aventurine purrs, and the way Ratio's eyes go wide and his cock twitches and throbs speaks volumes as to how he feels about the praise, his flush deepening as he sputters a little.

"You-" Ratio starts, but then Aventurine is gripping the base of his cock and taking him into his mouth again, and whatever he was going to say dies on his lips, replaced by a ragged moan as Aventurine swallows him to the hilt in one go. A risky move with his fangs, but he manages to pull it off without giving Ratio a dick piercing. He then grips Ratio's thighs as he starts to move his head, up and down, letting Ratio's cock nearly slip from his lips completely before swallowing him down again and again, and Ratio gasps and groans as he pulls Aventurine's hair, hips jerking as his cock is engulfed in wet heat over and over again. Lewd, wet sounds fill the room as Aventurine sucks him off like he was made for it, and he's quickly rewarded with more hot precum shooting down his throat.

The scent of blood and sweat and sex in the air is almost intoxicating, and Aventurine moans around Ratio's cock as he squirms a little on the spot, so fucking turned on from having Ratio's dick in his mouth that the slightest friction might cause him to bust. He can tell that Ratio is holding back right now though, his self-restraint admirable, but Aventurine wants Ratio to let go completely, to wreck him and fuck his throat raw. So he slides his hands up to grab Ratio's hips, nails digging into his flesh as he looks up at him almost pleadingly, a wordless request for rougher treatment that he hopes Ratio will pick up on.

Ratio doesn't disappoint him, his mind as sharp as ever even with his dick buried in Aventurine's throat, and finally he starts to move, gripping the back of Aventurine's head with one hand to hold him still as he starts thrusting up into his mouth. Fuck yes, that's exactly what Aventurine was craving. He can feel the head of Ratio's cock hit the back of his throat over and over gain, making his eyes water, but he doesn't gag, instead relaxing his jaw so Ratio can use him as he pleases. It's oh so satisfying watching his self-restraint quickly begin to unravel with every thrust, and it isn't long before he's fucking Aventurine's throat with rough snaps of his hips, moaning breathlessly as he uses him for his pleasure.

Aventurine can do little but take it, his lips and chin messy with saliva and dried blood, pupils blown wide as he keeps his gaze fixed on Ratio's face, eyes glowing in the dim light of the room. His nails dig into Ratio's hips as that thick cock rams into the back of throat over and over again, and he lets out a muffled whine as he rocks his hips up against nothing, so painfully hard and dripping wet that he feels like he might go mad. It's the sweetest torture, made even sweeter when Ratio's grip on his hair tightens enough to make him wince, the pain only amplifying the pleasure. He can tell that Ratio is getting close, his thrusts quickly becoming jerky and erratic, and Aventurine is determined to make him cum harder than he ever has in his life.

"Aventurine," Ratio says his name in warning as he tugs his hair and stills his hips, voice rough and breathless, and Aventurine shudders from hearing his name spoken like that, his cock throbbing and his insides clenching around nothing. Oh how he'd love to hear his name spilling from Ratio lips over and over again, even if it's only the name he was given by the IPC. It still sounds so sweet coming from Ratio, who's clearly overwhelmed by pleasure at the moment, all because of him.

He grips Ratio's hips tighter, looking up at him as he swallows around his cock, showing no signs of wanting to pull away. Ratio seems to get the message, and Aventurine doesn't need to coax him any further. He starts fucking Aventurine's mouth again, not holding back in the slightest this time, his pace almost brutal as he desperately chases an orgasm.

Aventurine moans around Ratio's cock, more saliva dripping from the corners of his lips as his face is fucked, nails biting into Ratio's skin hard enough to draw blood. The sharp sting makes Ratio hiss as his hips stutter, more precum hitting the back of Aventurine's throat as his cock twitches and throbs against his tongue. He keeps his eyes on Aventurine just like he'd been told, and Aventurine will reward him for it by slipping a hand between his legs to cup his balls, gently kneading them as a form of wordless encouragement to empty his load into his mouth.

Give me everything you've got.

It's enough to finally push Ratio over the edge, and he jerks his hips up to bury his cock as deep inside of Aventurine's mouth as possible before he's cumming with a low, throaty moan. Hot seed hits the back of Aventurine's throat as Ratio's cock pulses and throbs against his tongue, and Aventurine eagerly swallows it down, wanting to milk him dry.

There's so much cum that it starts to flood his mouth before he can swallow it all though, and Aventurine can feel it start to drip out of the corners of his lips, making him even more of a mess. The taste is slightly bitter and not nearly as delicious as Ratio's blood, but that hardly matters to Aventurine right now. He wants to take everything Ratio has to give him, and he gazes up at him through his lashes, taking in the sight of a blissed-out Ratio as he rides out his orgasm.

He's flushed and panting and trembling slightly as he rocks his hips up one last time, and Aventurine gives his spent cock one last teasing suck, making Ratio grunt and tug at his hair as he twitches from overstimulation. It might be fun to be Ratio's little cockwarmer until he can get hard again, but Aventurine doesn't know if he has the patience for it right now, not when he's achingly hard and desperate to cum. And so he finally pulls off of Ratio's cock, his lips and chin dripping with a mixture of saliva, blood and cum. He must look utterly wrecked right now, and he couldn't be more pleased about it.

"Three meals in one day? Lucky me~" Aventurine says with a playful lilt, voice rough from having his throat fucked, and Ratio snorts as he grabs the discarded towel from underneath him and tosses it at Aventurine's face.

"Shameless," Ratio says, his voice sounding rough and breathless and oh so attractive. Everything about Ratio is attractive, honestly, but Aventurine is especially weak to his voice, and he's not ashamed to admit it. He chuckles as he wipes his face clean with the unused end of the towel, tossing it aside when he's finished to join his dirty clothes. Looks like he'll be washing them in the shower if he doesn't want to be completely nude whenever they're rescued.

"Guilty as charged," he says, standing up from his spot on the floor, and the way Ratio turns crimson yet again as he eyes Aventurine's hard cock is rather adorable.

"What about you?" he asks, clearly flustered, and Aventurine feels rather touched that Ratio gives a damn about whether he gets off or not. He can't say the same for some of the partners he's had in the past, so it's certainly welcome. Aventurine hums, considering his options. So many possibilities…it might be a little bit before Ratio can get hard again, so Aventurine supposes asking him to fuck him is out. Plus there's no lube to be found on this ship, and while he'd just heal if Ratio wrecked his ass and made him bleed he somehow doubts the good doctor would be alright with causing him that much pain.

Suddenly an idea comes to him, one that will be a treat for them both, and he gives Ratio a little smirk, hoping he'll go along with it.

"Sit back against the wall, Doc. I have an idea," Aventurine says, and Ratio raises an eyebrow at him before surprisingly doing as he's told without question. He scoots back on the bed until his back hits the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him, which is just perfect for what Aventurine has in mind. He crawls onto the bed and in between Ratio's spread legs before turning around and scooting back against him, his back to Ratio's chest as he flashes him a sultry little smile over his shoulder.

"I want you to jerk me off while I feed from you. Your wrist should do the trick. Unless you don't think you can handle losing more blood," Aventurine says tauntingly, though he is just a tiny bit concerned that taking any more blood might make Ratio pass out or something. Ratio flushes deeper, eyes going wide as his heartbeat quickens, and Aventurine's mouth waters in anticipation of feeling that hot blood pumping into his mouth once more.

"Your greed knows no bounds," Ratio says exasperatedly, though there's an edge of fondness to it that makes Aventurine's heart beat just a little bit faster. In contrast to his words he offers up his unbitten wrist to Aventurine, Ratio's arm around him feeling almost like a warm embrace. Aventurine grabs onto it with one hand, already eager to bite, though he gets a little distracted when Ratio reaches around and takes his cock in his free hand, giving it a slow, experimental stroke. Aventurine moans as he bucks his hips up into Ratio's hand, the touch almost electrifying in its intensity with how pent-up he is at the moment.

"Then drink from me, Aventurine," Ratio purrs into his ear as he strokes his cock again, voice low and smooth as silk, breath ghosting hot over Aventurine's skin and making him shiver. Aeons it seems that Ratio is finally teasing him back a little, and Aventurine is the one to blush this time, all that warm blood that's now flowing through his veins rushing straight to his cock. He has no witty remark to respond with this time, too horny to even think straight at the moment, and he doesn't need to be told twice to take what he wants. He grips Ratio's arm as he bites into his wrist, fangs sinking deep into his flesh once more, and it feels almost intimate to drink Ratio's blood now, to ingest his essence and have it blend with his own.

He's forever a part of me now.

He groans as hot, fresh blood floods his mouth once more, and he swallows it down eagerly, cock throbbing and dribbling more precum from the tip as Ratio starts to jerk him off in earnest, making it a hot, slick slide. He can feel Ratio's cock start to twitch back to life against his backside, and aeons his stamina is impressive, especially after losing so much blood. Then again Ratio is incredibly fit, his body absurdly beautiful in every way, and Aventurine is just lucky enough to have gotten to see, taste and touch it today. He finds himself wanting more, to explore every inch of Ratio and leave his marks on his pretty pale skin, his greed indeed knowing no bounds.

The more of Ratio's blood he drinks the hotter he starts to feel, arousal coursing through his veins like liquid fire as he jerks his hips up into Ratio's hand, already beginning to tremble with pleasure. He reaches back with his free hand to tangle his fingers in Ratio's hair, the navy blue locks still damp from the shower, and Ratio lets out a soft little moan against his ear, squeezing his cock a little tighter as he pumps Aventurine faster, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Aeons Aventurine is so close already, Ratio's blood so hot and sweet on his tongue, and he moans as he swallows another mouthful, heat and pressure rapidly building up in his core.

He can feel ratio mouthing at his shoulder, then his neck, lips brushing against the brand forever etched into his flesh. It makes Aventurine shudder, his pulse quickening beneath Ratio's lips, and he tilts his head just a little in invitation, keeping his fangs buried in Ratio's flesh as he offers himself up. He hopes Ratio gets the message, because it's not often that he's the one getting bitten, and he wants to feel Ratio's teeth in his neck as he cums, even if he lacks the fangs to pierce his skin. He'd much rather have Ratio's mark on him than this accursed reminder of his time as a slave, even if he knows it'll just heal over within minutes.

"The hunter wants his prey to bite back? How amusing," Ratio teases him, and Aventurine's hips give a jerk, weak to that sultry voice of his. He can feel Ratio's length hot and hard against him now, his arousal coming through in his blood and making Aventurine feel almost drunk with pleasure, droplets of blood escaping the corners of his lips as he fucks Ratio's hand with feverish desperation.

"Then I'll give you what you desire," Ratio says, low and breathy, and suddenly Aventurine feels blunt canines digging into his flesh as Ratio bites down hard on his skin, right over the brand on his neck, the sharp pain combined with the hand on his cock more than enough to send Aventurine reeling over the edge. He cums hard with a muffled cry, hips jerking up one last time as he spills hot over Ratio's hand and onto his own stomach, cock pulsing and eyes rolling back in his head at the sheer ecstasy he feels. White-hot pleasure courses through him like lightning, his grip on Ratio's hair tightening as his toes curl in the sheets, nails digging into Ratio's arm and fangs sinking deeper into his flesh, making Ratio hiss.

It's so good, almost too good, and Aventurine finally has to pull back to breathe properly, extracting his fangs from Ratio's wrist with a gasp. He's never cum so hard in his life, and he twitches and trembles through it, Ratio working his cock as he rides out his orgasm, milking him dry. He keeps his teeth buried in Aventurine's neck as he strokes his spent cock, and Aventurine tugs at his hair with a little whine, feeling oversensitive after just cumming.

"Too much," he rasps, and thankfully Ratio has mercy on him, releasing his hold on both Aventurine's cock and his neck, tongue dragging over the mark he left behind. Aventurine shivers at the feeling of Ratio's hot, wet tongue on his skin, and maybe he'll ask to fuck Ratio's face some time so he can feel it on his cock as well. For now though he releases his hold on Ratio's hair and turns around to face him, lips curving into bloodstained smirk.

"How's that for a way to pass the time, huh?" he says teasingly, and Ratio huffs as he eyes the mark on Aventurine's neck, reaching up to brush his fingers over it and dragging a pleased sigh out of Aventurine.

"Must you ruin the moment with unnecessary chatter?" he asks with fond exasperation, and Aventurine hums as he mirrors Ratio's actions, reaching up to brush his fingers over the wounds in Ratio's neck, making him hiss at the slight sting.

"You could shut me up if you really wanted to," Aventurine says in a singsong voice, and Ratio just rolls his eyes at him as he swats Aventurine's hand away from his neck.

"You'd just enjoy that," he deadpans, and Aventurine chuckles, giving him a shrug.

"You got me there, Doc. Speaking of enjoying myself…" Aventurine trails off, grabbing Ratio's wrist that he'd just bitten and pressing a kiss to the puncture wounds. "You look good with my marks," he purrs, dragging his tongue over the bite and making Ratio shudder and bite back a moan.

"You're incorrigible," Ratio says exasperatedly, though he seems a little distracted, eyeing Aventurine's bloody fangs with interest. It seems that Aventurine has indeed awakened a new kink in him, much to his delight.

"I'm also full of very noticeable holes now, Gambler, and it's all your fault," he chides, though he doesn't seem truly upset about it in the slightest, which pleases Aventurine greatly.

"What, embarrassed that people will find out you got sucked dry by a vampire?" Aventurine teases, and Ratio blushes slightly as he yanks his arm out of Aventurine's hold with a scoff.

"More like annoyed by the inevitable staring I'll be subjected to upon returning," Ratio grumbles, which only makes Aventurine's smirk grow wider. He opens his mouth to make some kind of witty remark, but Ratio shuts him up by unexpectedly cupping his cheek, the touch surprisingly tender. Aventurine's heart skips a beat as Ratio's thumb then brushes over his bloody lips, those sunset eyes never leaving his mouth.

"I've never encountered a being like yourself in my entire time traveling the galaxy," Ratio says almost reverently, and Aventurine is completely caught off guard by how romantic that sounds, intentional or no. It's his turn to blush, unaccustomed to this kind of positive attention, especially from Ratio. Ratio then presses the pad of his thumb against one of Aventurine's fangs, the sharp point of it easily piercing his flesh, but Ratio doesn't flinch in the slightest, even as a tiny bead of blood wells up from the wound.

"Perhaps I could convince you to allow me to study you when we return to Pier Point. I would be the first scholar to research vampirism officially, and you would be credited as well," he says in that almost haughty tone he takes when he's nerding out over something, and Aventurine doesn't know whether to be flattered that Ratio finds him so interesting and worthy of study or offended that he wants him to be his little lab rat. At least he knows that Ratio is ethical about his studies, and that he'd be treated well, but he'll have to sweeten the deal quite a bit if he wants Aventurine to give him free rein to do as he pleases with him…in a laboratory setting, anyway. He'd let Ratio do whatever he wants with him in the bedroom, the freakier the better.

"Of course you'd also be rewarded for your contribution to science in the form of free and unrestricted access to my blood," Ratio punctuates his words by pressing his bleeding thumb to Aventurine's tongue and rubbing it against it, smearing his blood over the hot, wet surface and making Aventurine groan at the taste. Fuck that's hot, the pressure making his spent cock throb, and when Ratio meets his gaze he can see both fascination and desire in his eyes.

Ratio never seemed to give a damn about his vampirism before, but it seems that many things have changed in their short stay here, and Aventurine wonders if perhaps this unfortunate incident is a blessing in disguise. It's allowed that simmering heat that's been slowly building up between them ever since they left Penacony to finally ignite, and Aventurine finds himself all too eager to throw himself into the flames.

"However, should you choose to accept my offer you will only allow yourself to be studied in this way by me and me alone," Ratio says, voice lowering in a way that has Aventurine shuddering down to his toes. A flash of something dark and possessive flickers across Ratio's face then, and aeons Aventurine had no idea Ratio was such a freak until today, and it might just be the hottest fucking thing ever.

Aventurine answers him by wrapping his lips around his thumb and giving it a teasing suck, neon eyes reflecting Ratio's desire tenfold. Ratio's breath hitches in his chest at the feeling, and he swipes his thumb back and forth over Aventurine's tongue, indulging him with more of his sweet blood.

"I'll need a verbal agreement as well as a written one before we can begin, but I suppose this will do for now," he says, expression turning sultry, and Aventurine pulls off his thumb with a wet pop before giving it one last lick.

"Do with me as you please, Doctor," Aventurine purrs, and Ratio's lips curve into a little smirk as he leans in close, breath ghosting hot over Aventurine's bloodstained lips.

"I intend to, Gambler," Ratio breathes before he's capturing Aventurine's lips in a bloody kiss, and Aventurine is glad that the doctor has set aside his aversion to germs just for him, because he could get used to being kissed like this. It quickly grows heated, Aventurine licking into Ratio's mouth greedily, his hands finds Ratio's chest and giving it a teasing squeeze. Ratio moans into the kiss as his hands find Aventurine's hips, but before things can grow anymore heated he's suddenly pulling away, breaking the kiss and causing Aventurine to let out a disappointed little whine.

Soon he sees why Ratio stopped so abruptly though; the man's face has suddenly gone pale and his breathing shallow, and Aventurine is immediately snapped out of his horny stupor as he takes Ratio's face in his hands with a look of concern.

"Hey, you okay, Doc? You don't look so good…" he trails off, and he's hit with a sudden pang of guilt when he realizes that he must've taken too much blood from him. Ratio's eyes are unfocused as he nods, weakly swatting at Aventurine's hands.

"I'm fine. I just need to lie down," Ratio mumbles, and Aventurine nods as he helps Ratio lie down on the bed, trying not to go into full panic mode. Ratio is sturdy, and it isn't like his life is in danger, but Aventurine worries anyway, because at some point he'd allowed himself to get attached to Ratio like a fool. He goes to grab the pillow from his bed to place under Ratio's feet to elevate them, hoping to keep him from passing out.

"Hang on, I'll get you some water," Aventurine says, but before he can do so Ratio is grabbing him by the wrist with an imploring look.

"Later. Stay," he murmurs, and Aventurine blinks, taken aback by that request. Ratio wants him to stay by his side? He can't say he understands why, but he'll grant his request regardless, expression softening as he lays down next to Ratio on the bed, taking the liberty of resting his head on Ratio's chest. It's comforting to hear the man's heart beating steadily, his own racing just a little when Ratio cards his fingers through his hair.

Don't. I don't deserve this.

"I can hear you overthinking from here, Gambler. If you're blaming yourself for my current state then don't. I simply overestimated my own vitality," he says in an attempt to reassure Aventurine, and even if it doesn't completely alleviate the sense of guilt he feels Aventurine does manage not to fall into a spiral of self-loathing. He rests his chin on Ratio's chest as he looks up at him, and blessedly he finds not a hint of anger or irritation or hatred in those sunset eyes.

"We're both to blame, then. Guess we'll have to be more careful in the future," he says with a tiny smile, which must look rather odd when his lips are still smeared with blood. There's an undercurrent of hopefulness in his words, an indirect request for confirmation that there will indeed be a future where the two of them can continue this…whatever this is that's blossomed between them.

"Indeed we will," Ratio says with a yawn, and Aventurine can't help but find a worn out Ratio rather adorable, even if he'd prefer it not to be because of blood loss.

He still wants me then. Good.

"Rest up, Doc. We might be here a while," Aventurine says softly, a look of fondness in his eyes, and Ratio simply nods before begrudgingly allowing himself to succumb to sleep.

I'll be right here.

Aventurine finally relaxes against him as he closes his own eyes, figuring he might as well try and rest too, even if he doesn't truly need it. Hopefully rescue will come soon…though he wouldn't mind being alone with Ratio for a little while longer. Maybe he'll get the chance once they return to Pier Point, assuming that they both won't be swamped with the inevitable paperwork and questioning that will come from this incident.

Well, whatever. Aventurine will make time to be alone with Ratio, whether the IPC likes it or not.

Rescue does indeed come soon, thank the aeons. There's a break in the electrical storms the very next day, which gives Ratio time to recover and for both of them to clean themselves up as best they can. Aventurine washes his clothes in the shower and allows them to dry, though unfortunately they're still damp when the IPC ship that had been sent to rescue them finally arrives. He hardly cares though, just thankful to finally be able to leave Ixion-14 and return home.

Surprisingly Topaz herself, along with Numby, exit the rescue ship, and when she lays eyes on the two of them her expression is one of shock. They must look a sight, especially Ratio, who's neck and wrists are decorated with distinctive bite marks that could only have been made by a vampire. Topaz blinks, looking between the two of them before her lips curve into a knowing smile that makes both Aventurine and Ratio blush.

"Wow. Looks like you two got well-acquainted with one another during your little vacation here," Topaz says teasingly, and Ratio scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It was hardly a vacation. Now let us depart this accursed planet before the electrical storms resume," Ratio grouses, and Topaz giggles behind her hand before giving him a nod.

"You're right. Best to leave before I'm stuck here with you two for aeons know how long," she says with a grin before gesturing for them to come aboard her ship. She heads inside first, Numby trailing behind her, and Ratio turns to look at Aventurine with an exasperated sigh.

"Do try to keep your fangs to yourself on the way home, Gambler," Ratio says, lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. Aventurine chuckles at that, giving Ratio a fanged grin.

"No promises, Doc."