A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than they have been, bu it felt like the best place to stop. Enjoy!


08 Force Feeding


"Heero?" To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

He took in my low sitting sweatpants and smirked, making me realized I still hadn't put on a shirt. Heat rose in my cheeks. "Hn." He moved passed me into my room.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I closed the door and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over my head before looking at him again.

"It's time for you to feed, Doctor J gave me the first injection." He held out his arm, the little surgical blade ready to make another slice at his copper skin.

"Wait!" He paused and looked at me. "I can't." I was pleading with him. "Don't make me do this. I can't control it."

He looked at me closer, searching for something. "Yes, you can."

Before I could say anything else, there was a new line of scarlet on his arm and it was being offered to me. The burn flared up in my throat, consuming every other thought. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the need that was trying to take control of me, and attempting to block off my senses. I stepped back from the temptation, trying to get away from what I knew would be my downfall. I'd only managed two paces back when something hooked my ankle, dropping me flat out on the floor. I sucked in a sharp breath at the fall and the burn flared again, searing a path down my throat.

My eyes flew open when a hand pushed on my chest, keeping me pinned down. "Don't fight it." Heero climbed over me, straddling my chest. He held his bleeding arm above me and I immediately fought back, bucking my hips and trying to drive him away. I grabbed his bleeding arm, trying to push it away and making a mess smearing the scarlet liquid over his skin and across my hand.

He captured my thrashing arms with a strength I wasn't expecting and forced them over my head, stopping my struggle almost immediately. He locked my wrists together with one hand forced the bleeding appendage over my mouth.

"Drink." It wasn't a request.

I tried to push him away one more time, but the action allowed the liquid life to slip between my locked lips. That one little taste was enough to break my resolve and give in to temptation. I latched on to his arm and drank.

Heero released his hold on my arms when I stopped fighting him. They immediately moved latched on to his arm, keeping it in place. Now that I'd given in, I wasn't planning to let go until I'd had my fill.

Heero held himself up, leaning over me. I watched him while I pulled the liquid from his body. Eyes almost closed, lips parted, it was an expression of bliss. He was watching me, enjoying every second of it.

I was starting to feel full, but my body didn't want to let go of him yet. A small moan escaped his lips and it only fueled my want further.

Finally he pulled his arm away, his eyes were glazed again and he was breathing heavy. He watched as I licked the spilled blood from my hand and then from his arm. I licked my lips and his haze covered eyes watched the movement. He was just as lost in the Reaction as I was.

I reached up and locked my hands around his neck, taking advantage of his moment of weakness to drag him down and capture his lips again, this time eliciting a response. Our mouths moved against each other as if synchronized, like they were meant for each other. I could feel a pressure building in my stomach and I wanted more.

My tongue darted out, asking for entrance that was quickly granted. I played with the new space, taking in the new tastes. He was like whiskey, it burned but not unpleasantly. Sliding my tongue along the roof of his mouth, I elicited another moan, which only provoked me further. I pulled his body closer, the pressure and closeness adding to my building heat.

An electric ringing filled the room, breaking the trance held over us, clearing the air.

I looked up at Heero who was now sitting back on my stomach, pulling the small cell phone from his pocket. His eyes never left me even as he flipped open the device to answer.

"Yuy." He was short, listening to what the other person had to say and answering quickly. "I'll take care of it." He disconnected the line.

"Shit!" My fingers clenched in my hair. "Shit!"

Heero, still seated on top of me, smirking again.

"What are you so fuckin' happy about?" I was becoming hysterical. Not only had I still not controlled myself, but Heero hadn't stopped us like before. "You couldn't fight the Reaction either!"

"You don't know anything." Heero stood up, leaving me on the floor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I sat up, watching him as adjusted his clothes that had become strewn when I tried to resist him.

"Hn… I'll stop again in a few hours." With that, he left.

"What the hell?" I was more confused now than I had ever been, and now I was going to be late meeting up with Quatre and Trowa.