Ogron and Duman left shortly after dinner, patrols and what not. He and Gantlos were supposed to hold down the fort for the night, but he couldn't help but watch Gantlos in concern. He was going through the food like a starving man. Raw meat and junk food in particular, Anagan knew he was trying to satisfy his hunger. Anagan sighed, he was normally the one to help his fellow wizards feel better if they were sick or injured, but this? He couldn't do anything about this.
"You can leave, if you need to…you know? Get something to eat?" The words riddled with caution. He wasn't afraid of Gantlos in his vampiric state, he was worried for him. Gantlos never took this side of himself coming out too well. It made him a tad reckless.
Gantlos turned, his eyes a mix of red and his usual hazel, " 'm fine," his face was unchanged, and yet the strain in his voice seemed to say he was not fine.
"You sure?" Anagan wouldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to, but his concern grew as the stoic blonde continued to eat everything in sight.
"Ogron said to stay here,"
"A few hours by myself won't hurt, and besides, I'm going to have to restock the food at the rate you're going," he was only half joking. Gantlos looked around, he began to clean up his mess, then retreated to his room.
Anagan tidied the rest of the house, trying to distract himself. He wondered if gantlos would be alright all night long, especially without Duman. An idea struck itself into his head, he just wanted to wait to make sure he would actually need it. Later, he tried to rest in his room, the sounds of discomfort from across the hall was the green light.
In his room, Gantlos sat at his desk, hands entangled in blonde hair, his breathing uncomfortable and restrained. Anagan loomed in the doorway for a moment before he cautiously entered.
"Hey, G. How you holding up?" The answer was clear.
"Get out," the growl could have scared off anyone who might not know Gantlos, but Anagan was more worried than anything else.
"If you're hungry I really don't mind if you—"
"Ogron said to stay put."
"Do you want me to get you something? More meat maybe?"
"Gods sake, I'm fine 'mom'!" The remark made him retract, "'m sorry…just—"
"Hungry? My offer still stands."
"It won't help Anagan, nothing will right now,"
Anagan entered, standing next to Gantlos whose hands had returned to his face, "what about me?" The blonde blinked in confusion. What about him?
Anagan reached into his pocket, pulling out a small knife, he dragged it along the palm of his hand, holding the gash out to Gantlos.
"N-no, I can't. Not to you," the blonde's eyes never left the bleeding wound.
"It's alright, I don't mind."
"Please, let's just wait until —"
"Why do you wait for all your problems to go away on there own," the tenderness seemed to warm Gantlos's core, using his other hand, he cupped the blonde's face, "please let me near you. I can't stand to let you feel like this. Gantlos, I'm your friend, please let me take your hunger away,"
Unsure red eyes stared into gentle brown ones.
"What if I take too much — what if I hurt you?" He whispered
"What if you don't? —If you do take too much, I'll just get to rest for a few days. That sounds like a get out of work free card to me," Anagan chuckled to himself before presenting the wound once more. He winced just a bit as Gantlos slowly licked, began to suck, then growl.
"Gantlos—HMF" Anagan was shoved to the ground, Gantlos on top rasping for air in the crook of the speed runner's neck, fangs tracing his neck, straining against the temptation. Anagan smiled softly, "Gantlos… it's alright. You won't hurt me. I trust you."
Gantlos could hear the steady beat of Anagan's heart, the warm, inviting pulse of his blood. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but the hunger left him no choice. Gantlos leaned in, his fangs piercing Anagan's skin with a gentle yet urgent bite. As the blood flowed into his mouth, he felt a surge of both relief and guilt. Anagan's blood was rich with life and magic, it was so soothing. He could feel a love in the thick liquid, like a mother holding her child for the first time.
Anagan winced but remained still, his hand gripping Gantlos's arm in silent support. This was a pain he'd never felt before, and yet he relaxed into the discomfort, at ease with the thought of Gantlos feeling better through any means necessary.
When it was over, Gantlos pulled back, his lips stained with Anagan's blood. He looked at his friend, guilt and gratitude warring in his eyes. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Anagan smiled weakly, still bleeding from his wounds, "don't worry about it, I'll always take care of you guys," Anagan gasped as Gantlos put pressure on the puncture. He guided anagan to do that same. Lifting his friend and placing him on his bed, Gantlos went to retrieve the first aid kit and snacks, Anagan was going to need it.
"Guess I get that vacation, thanks G," Gantlos rolled his eyes in response.
"Yeah yeah," Gantlos smiled softly at the strange, yet intimate moment that solidified a special bond between the two.