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06 Testing the Limits

"I forgot how much liked pudding."

Trowa was sitting at the foot of my bed, his third little plastic cup in one hand while the other spooned more of the butterscotch snack in his mouth. The anti-venom had done wonders for him in the short amount of time it'd been in his system.

Right after we left the lab, a grumble erupted from his stomach. He and I both looked at it as if some little monster was going to claw its way out from his insides.

Quatre laughed at us. "I think it's time we get you some real food."

We spent the next two hours in the kitchen. Quatre had Trowa trying anything and everything he could find. His reactions to some of the food had me laughing, making me forget all about test I had to do.

When Tro felt too stuffed to taste anything else, the two of us made our way to my assigned room bringing a few pudding cartons with us while Quatre attended to some business. We'd been relaxing there ever since, just enjoying each other's company.

I'd always been relaxed in Trowa's company, but I was getting nervous about what I had to do. I couldn't put this off too long. I could feel the thirst starting to burn in the back of my throat, and my blood baggies were being cut off until I'd tried feeding from Heero. Just the thought brought another twist to my stomach. Even if I did try to starve myself, the Docs would start nagging at me sooner or later. Probably sooner.

Making up my mind, I sat up from my pillow and swung my feet down to the floor.

"Is it time?" Trowa, I knew, could see the anxiousness in my movements.

"Yeah." I sounded scared to my own ears, so I knew Tro' could pick up on my nerves.

"Relax. It's not like you're the only one that'll be… acting crazy." Trowa knew I hated losing myself like that, he was trying to help but it wasn't working.

"Yeah." My voice cracked. "I'm gonna get going. I just wanna get it over with. I'll find you later." I didn't get an answer back, but I didn't need one.

My mind was going a million miles an hour and there was nothing I could do to slow it down. I had felt the budding of attraction to the man that I was soon going to feed on, and that could only lead to complications of the Reaction. My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest and a lump sat in my throat.

The trip down the hall was short and too soon I was staring at the door that belonged to one, Heero Yuy. I raised my hand to knock, but the door was pulled back before I'd even swung my arm.

I froze, fist raised, held in place by a pair of striking blue eyes.

"Are you coming in, or just going to stand there?"

His deep velvet voice sent a tingle up my spine, but the words were enough to thaw me, pushing me back into motion. I moved passed the stoic man and into the room that looked a lot like mine. There were no decorations or added touches to make it personal like Quatre's room. Not even a framed picture. The guy was a minimalist.

I reached back, catching the end of my braid and fiddled with the thick bunch of hair. I'd done this quite a bit in the last few hours, it was a nervous habit. I listened for movement behind me, even for the sound of him breathing, but heard nothing. Finally, I gave in and turned back to the door where Heero was still standing.

There was a small, almost invisible smirk on his face as he watched my hands work away at the strands they held captive. I immediately dropped the bundle and locked my fidgeting limbs together behind me. Heero's eyes found a new resting place quickly, locked with mine and holding me in place once again.

"Di-did they tell you want could happen?" I swallowed, hard. I dreaded having to tell him how he would act once I started feeding, worse yet, how I would act. When he gave a slight nod I let loose a breath of relief. "It might be more comfortable if you sat down. You might get a little light headed."

"Hn." Apparently he didn't like that idea, probably because the only place to sit was his bed and that could be more dangerous to a situation like this.

"Right. Look, I don't like this anymore than you do." I tried to explain. "I've never liked this. I hate what it does. I ha—"

"Can we get this over with?" He cut me off sounding bored, glaring at me through a curtain of chocolate bangs. He leaned back against the door and shoved one hand in a pocket.

"O-okay." I felt the butterflies in my stomach start to go berserk. I moved to just in front of him, watching his movements, his mannerisms, trying to read the man hidden behind the mask.

He watched me, too, gaging my reaction as he pulled a small surgical knife from the pocket he'd just reached in to.

"What are you doing?" I eyed the blade.

"No fangs, right?" Before I could even register what he said, the blade slid across the middle of his forearm. A line of scarlet formed at the new opening, causing my thirst to burn something intense. He slid the knife back in his pocket and held the now bleeding appendage out to me. "Drink."

I didn't need to be told twice. I took hold of the extended arm and drank long and deep from the cut. It was pure ecstasy, the warm liquid flowing from his body and into mine. While the blood baggies were a good substitute, it was nothing like drinking from the source. This was what we craved.

After several moments, I finally broke away from his arm to catch a breath. I licked the scarlet drops from my lips and glanced at Heero. His eyes were glazed over, the Reaction had set it. I dipped for another quick taste, cleaning the excess from his skin before dropping the appendage. I had to stop; there was no way for me to know how much I'd taken from him.

I stepped back from the man, his eyes following my every movement, just like I was watching each of his. I watched as his hands came up, and latched onto my shirt keeping me from moving back any further.

The way he looked at me sent chills down my spine. I was more than willing to let him take advantage of me. I'd tasted his blood and now I wanted to taste his lips. I wanted to taste them and nothing was stopping me. I breathed in, taking in his scent and smiling at the sharp tang that hit my senses. It was all too easy to lean in the short distance between us and capture his all too tempting mouth.

My lips moved against his, begging for a response. My hands moved of their own accord, one tangling in his hair, the other reaching around him to lay claim to his toned backside before the hand fisted in my shirt gave a sharp push.

I stumbled back, the jolt enough to clear the haze in my head, if only just a little. Heero was keeping the Reaction contained in himself, but I couldn't. I'd let it take control of me, just like I had every other time.

He looked at me again, his eyes still glazed, but I could see the clarity coming through. A smirk formed on his lips. It felt like he was laughing at me. He'd beaten the Reaction, but I hadn't.

He stepped forward and I started to panic, for no reason other than the fact that I felt like a fool. I didn't want to be in this room anymore. I didn't want to be anywhere near this man. He looked through me with knowing eyes and that scared me, so I did the only thing I could.

I ran.