show me ur teeth

whooaaaaa i thought i wasnt going to post anymore????

oh well this is 4 mochisprite because blood sucking kankri hot damn

He was late.

You looked at the two-minute fast clock in the hall and stare at it. He said he’d be home by two-in-the-morning. Two. Not two minutes late. Two minutes. It was two-o-three. He must be dead, because Kankri Vantas is never ever late.

You paced around for a bit, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. It was Friday night, feeding night. Kankri’d left, despite you telling him that he could feast on you that night. But he’d just said,

“I’m not going to kill you.”

You didn’t understand. You’ve tried and tried to get him to feast on your blood instead of hunting for his food. Hunting is dangerous. Many rainbow drinkers have been killed by other trolls on hunting trips. You remember Kankri telling you about how Porrim once barely made it out alive from a pack of bluebloods. Her little sister was killed by a tealblood during a hunt and her mother was killed by your own father, after he tortured and grilled her for answers about other rainbow drinkers in the area, that is.

Maybe that’s why Porrim’d never be fond of you.

You were just about ready to put on your coat and shoes when Kankri came through the door, his mouth formed into a twisted frown. He peeled his coat off his body and threw it across the couch. You could tell from your distance that his eyes are a bright, nearly glowing red, which means he’s hungry. Which, in turn, means he did not feed.

So, you took his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “So I’m just gonna go out on a limb here and say tonight was a bust?” You stupidly asked.

He glared at you like he wanted to rip your throat out, but he just sighed and sat in his favorite armchair. “Nearly got a brownblood, but some cerulean girl threatened me with a pocketknife and called the police.” He looked up at you and frowned. “I left quick enough before the cops could arrive, but,” he glanced at the clock, “I still need to eat. I could probably wait another night, but I have to get some blood soon.”

You bit your lip and looked over Kankri’s features. He was a pale gray, nearly white, and he looked drained. Almost like a corpse. Everything about him looked so sincerely dead, aside from his eyes.

You straightened up your stance and lifted up your head. Silently, you walked up to him and took off your shirt. He didn’t say a word; he just stared at you blankly.

You sat in his lap cautiously and he stiffened at that. You angled your neck so it was in his reach. When he didn’t do anything for the next few minutes, you glared at him. “C’mon, Kan.”

“Cronus—”

“Drink me.” You gave him a pathetic look and leaned in until your noses were just barely touching. “Please.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head to the side. “Drink my blood.”

His intake of breath went unnoticed and you could feel his breath getting gradually closer to your neck and then you felt his press his lips to it.

But he didn’t bite. He just whispered, “No. I can’t.”

“Goddammit, Kan!” You shoved him back and glared at him. “Why won’t you just drink me fuckin’ blood? It’ll do ya a boatload a good. Hell, considerin’ a my caste, you won’t have ta worry ‘bout feeding for at least two weeks instead a one.” He didn’t reply to you, and you continued to glare. “Why are you completely okay with picking off random strangers, but not me? Why not me?”

You thought for a horrified second that he was going to yell at you, but he just blankly stared at you again and croaked out, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself together.”

Oh.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t want you to risk yourself because of me.”

You closed your eyes and pursed your lips. You took a deep breath and opened them up again. “I won’t let you hurt me. I promise.” You leaned in again and shifted closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do it. I’ll be alright. Just. Please. Bite me.”

The scene was so Troll Twilight that it was horrible. But couldn’t seem to care as Kankri breathed out deeply and wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you against him. You rested your chin against his shoulder so it was comfortable but just in the right position for Kankri to suck.

His lips were on your neck and your grip on his tightened when you felt his sharp canines sink into your flesh painfully.

You wanted to scream, to cry. It was so painful, like someone was pumping fire into your body and you wanted to die because of the pain. But despite that, it felt completely and utterly wonderful. It felt wonderful knowing that Kankri was the one taking your blood, and not some random stranger. That he’s doing this for he’s doing this for you, because you wanted him to.

You could feel your royal blood trickle down your neck and chest and you moaned at the feeling of Kankri sucking your body dry. You dug your claws so hard into his back that you felt the fabric give into your claws and soon your were digging into flesh.

Kankri hissed but grabbed onto you tighter, still drinking. It felt amazing. Painful. Sensual. It was perfect.

“Kan,” you whispered as you saw black spots fading your vision. “Kan. Kan that’s enough.” He wouldn’t budge, so you shoved him until you’d leaned back far enough and nearly fell off his lap. But Kankri’s arms were there to catch you.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Cronus, I went too far. I knew this would happen oh my god. Are you alright, Cronus? Can you hear me? Cronus?”

You grinned lazily and saluted him. “Never been better, chief.” You looked up as your vision got worse. “Just so you know you can only ever feed on me. Nobody else, okay Kan?”

You heard him laugh, but didn’t hear his answer as you slowly faded out of consciousness.