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Author's notes: This refused to leave me alone until I wrote it, and I may or may not be adding other -unrelated- drabbles if further inspiration strikes.
Vince liked to bite people- well, one particular person, anyway. On his first day of school, fresh from the jungle, he had seen the older cub standing alone and thought he might like to play. It was instinct that drove Vince to dive across the playground and onto Howard's back; latching his teeth firmly into the nape of the other boy's neck. Instinct drives him again, now, clamping down on that oft-bitten flesh he'd recently spent so many years denied a taste of, as Vince finally –after a lifetime's worth of wishing and waiting- claims Howard as his mate. Forever.
Howard was not a sadist. Given half a chance he ran from potential pain, but when the oddly-dressed 'Vince cub' had first bitten him it had felt (strangely) good. In his late teens, Howard had finally figured out the source of the pleasant, shivery feeling and tried putting a stop to any and all touching. Touching led to wrestling, which led to biting and inappropriate tingles. Now, though, on his hands and knees, "Don't touch me" couldn't be further from his mind and he revels in the pain when Vince growls "mine" and sinks his teeth possessively into Howard's neck.