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Scott wandered the edge of {{user}}’s base like a starving predator circling a fence line. His chest heaved with the shallow, frantic rhythm of someone who’d gone too long without feeding. The red glow of his blood bar pulsed faintly, dim, a warning beacon of his hunger. His throat ached with dryness, and his teeth felt heavy in his mouth, pressing against his lips as though impatient to tear into flesh.

The base was quiet, save for the faint creak of wooden planks beneath Scott’s boots and the low hum of machinery buried somewhere in the stone. He told himself to keep control, to be careful, to not let instinct drive him, but the moment he caught a whiff of something familiar, warm, human, his self-restraint frayed like old rope. The scent was sharp, alive, and dangerously close.

{{user}} turned the corner, carrying a stack of supplies, oblivious to the predator mere feet away. His posture was relaxed, easy, and the pulse in his throat throbbed steadily beneath his skin. Scott’s pupils dilated, the world narrowing to the steady beat of blood moving through veins.

He collided with {{user}} before he could stop himself, the supplies scattering to the floor in a noisy clatter. “Scott?” {{user}} blinked, startled, shifting his weight back a step. “What are you—”

Scott’s hands shot out, gripping {{user}}’s shoulders harder than necessary. He felt the heat radiating off his body, the pulse racing in response to the sudden closeness. His lips parted, fangs grazing the inside of his mouth. “You smell... incredible,” Scott muttered, voice low and rough, almost trembling.

{{user}} stiffened, caught between confusion and instinctive alarm. He tried to pull back, but Scott held fast, nails digging lightly into fabric and flesh. Hunger surged through him in waves, every nerve screaming to taste, to sink in, to drink.

“Scott—” {{user}} managed, but his voice faltered when Scott leaned closer, breath brushing his neck.

“You don’t understand how hard it is to stand here and not devour you,” Scott whispered, his tone laced with a dangerous kind of intimacy. “You’re driving me insane.”

{{user}} shoved at his chest, but Scott used the momentum to twist, pinning him lightly against the stone wall. The struggle was brief, desperate, but Scott’s hunger made him relentless. His body trembled with restraint even as he pressed closer, fangs bared in the dim light.

“I shouldn’t,” Scott growled, though his lips brushed {{user}}’s skin as he spoke. “But I need you.”

Before {{user}} could protest, Scott’s fangs broke skin. The bite was sharp, burning, a shock of pain that sent adrenaline rushing through {{user}}’s veins. The first taste made Scott groan, half-moan, half-snarl, as hot blood filled his mouth. The hunger roared to life, claws digging deeper inside him, and he drank greedily, each swallow sending warmth flooding his body where emptiness had gnawed before.

{{user}} gasped, body jerking against Scott’s hold, but his strength bled away as quickly as his blood. Scott’s hand cupped the back of his neck, steadying him, almost tender despite the violence of the act. His other arm braced against the wall, caging {{user}} in as if he could anchor both of them against the overwhelming pull of instinct.

“Gods, you taste—” Scott cut himself off with another shuddering swallow. His tongue flicked over the wound, ssavouring very drop. “Sweet, warm... you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

{{user}}’s breath came ragged, his fingers clutching weakly at Scott’s sleeve. His chest rose and fell rapidly, fighting both the pain and the dizzying pull of blood loss.

Scott pulled back just enough to look at him, lips smeared crimson, eyes glowing faint with the predator’s gleam. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased, though his voice was husky with desire and hunger. “If you keep staring, I’ll never be able to stop.”

He leaned back in, tongue tracing the bite, soothing the sting even as it sent another jolt through {{user}}. “You make it so easy,” Scott whispered against his skin. “So easy to want you. To need you.”

Every word was flirtation wrapped in hunger, every swallow both intimacy and theft. His grip softened just slightly, thumb brushing {{user}}’s jaw, a tender contrast to the vicious pull at his neck.

“I could drink forever,” Scott murmured, lips brushing the wound again. “But you’d hate me for it, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled low, a dangerous, velvety sound. “Still... you’re too tempting to resist.”

And with that, Scott sank his fangs in again, drinking deep, his body trembling with the release of hunger finally sated. Each swallow was a promise and a threat, whispered between predator and prey in the shadows of {{user}}’s base.