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The night unfolded in a slow, intoxicating rhythm at Alex’s place. The moonlight seeped through the windows, casting long shadows across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere as Danny and Alex allowed themselves to fall into each other. The air between them crackled with a familiar tension, one that only deepened as they fed on each other, their shared hunger blending into a heady mix of sensations. Danny could feel Alex’s fangs pierce his skin, the warm rush of blood sending waves of pleasure through his body. He tilted his head back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Alex’s touch, soft but firm, kept him grounded. He wasn’t just feeding; he was losing himself in the connection they shared, the bond that grew stronger each time they indulged in this primal dance. Alex moaned softly against his neck, pulling back just enough to meet Danny’s gaze, his eyes dark with desire. Without needing words, Danny leaned in, sinking his fangs into Alex’s skin, tasting the familiar, addictive rush of blood. It was always intense, always overwhelming, but tonight, it felt deeper—more consuming. Each heartbeat, each drop of blood seemed to bind them closer together, lost in the rhythm of their feeding and their desire. Their bodies pressed together, movements slow but deliberate as they explored the sensations between feeding and touch. Moans escaped their lips, filling the quiet room, mingling with the sound of their breaths as they surrendered to the intensity of the moment. But as the night wore on and the high of their shared feeding began to ebb, Danny felt the pull of reality returning. His senses sharpened, and though the temptation to stay lingered, he knew he couldn’t. Not tonight. He gently pulled away from Alex, his lips brushing against his neck one last time before standing up. Alex lay back on the couch, watching him with a small, satisfied smile, his gaze soft but curious. “You’re leaving?” Alex asked, his voice husky from the night’s events. Danny nodded, his chest still rising and falling from the intensity of it all. “Yeah. I think I should head home tonight.” He smiled faintly, the edge of his fangs still showing. “Don’t want Jazz to get worried.” Alex chuckled, stretching languidly before sitting up. “Fair enough. You know where the shower is.” Danny headed to the bathroom, stripping down and stepping under the hot spray. The warmth of the water cascaded over him, soothing his skin and helping him ground himself after the dizzying sensations from the night. He ran his hands through his hair, letting the heat calm his still-racing thoughts. As the water washed over him, Danny couldn’t help but reflect on how deep his connection with Alex had grown. The hunger, the bond, the intimacy—it was becoming something more than just necessity. But even with all of that, he knew he needed to keep some semblance of balance in his life, something normal, especially with the chaos that constantly surrounded him. When Danny finished, he dried off, pulled his clothes back on, and stepped back into the dimly lit living room. Alex was waiting for him, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes following Danny’s every move. “See you tomorrow?” Danny asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Alex returned the smile, though there was a glint of playful mischief in his eyes. “Of course. And next time, maybe you won’t leave so soon.” Danny laughed, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that.” With that, he turned and headed out the door, the cool night air brushing against his skin as he made his way home, the lingering scent of Alex’s blood and their night together still fresh in his senses.