Taste
Vic considered the small form asleep at his side, and inhaled deeply. Tree scent, and deep-brown-salty Logan scent, and torn earth mold scent, and sweet, sweet blood. And deer... Well, he could always track it down later, and Vic didn't feel like moving quite yet.
Sigh.
This was the way to spend an afternoon.
Moving with stalking grace, Vic leaned over until his lips almost touched Logan's ear.
Nothing.
Vic reached down with his tongue, and ran the tip of it around the outer edge of the ear beneath, tasting sweat and dust.
Nothing.
Grinning toothily to himself, Vic took the bottom lobe of Logan's ear in his mouth, and held it in place with the barest pressure of his teeth while warming it with his tongue.
This time Logan made a faint-but-happy sounding,
"Mrrr..."
Vic waited.
Logan hadn't woken up.
Cupping Logan's jaw lightly with his left hand, Vic covered the rest of the inviting ear with his mouth, and closed his teeth until only the thickness of the base of Logan's ear rested between them. Half a centimeter more, and the runt would be missing an ear. Not that he wouldn't grow it, back, though...
/Maybe I should take it/ thought Vic. /He'll get over it once his ear grows back, and I can take it with me and keep it in my pocket. That would be nice. People keep locks of their lover's hair with them all the time, and that grows back too, doesn't it?/ Vic's jaw tensed for a fraction of a second in preparation for the bite, and suddenly Logan's claws were out, and indenting his sternum, though the smaller man's eyes were still closed.
"Don' even think a'bout it, Vic," growled Logan.
Vic gave the inside of Logan's ear an apologetic lick, and lay back down next to Logan.
Logan re-sheathed his claws.
They went back to sleep.
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Notes: This was my first attempt at writing Victor/Logan. It's been collecting pixel-dust in my hard drive for years.