Taylor didn't necessarily WANT this.

Sure, now that it had happened, he'd enjoyed it, but that was because his new instincts had kicked in.

You may be wondering what he might have not necessarily wanted...

Well, that's in reference to the cannibalistic tendencies that he had developed after his hospital visit last year.

He had no idea what happened. When he had gone to the hospital, worried and scared, and asked to speak to his doctor, they had told him there was no doctor there with that name.

That had not assuaged his worries.

But now he was a fully-fledged cannibal! And very good at not getting caught!

Sure, he was guilty, but he tried not to think about that.

Plus human meat was so good too.

That would have disgusted him a year ago, but now...now it was all he wanted. Besides stuff like sex.

Sometimes the two desires tended to mix.

That was where you came in.

You knew exactly what he was, why he did what he did.

And you made it feel soooooo good.

Always encouraging him to test his limits, sometimes even coaxing him to drink your blood. Once even offering to allow him a taste of your flesh, after you accidentally cut a bit of your thigh weird, to the point a small amount was hanging off.

You held it over him in a way that felt good. Playfully teasing him, ridiculing him over a messy kill or an episode of hunger.

At the moment, he was laying face-down on the bed, having just eaten his fill, when you strolled into his apartment like you owned the place, as usual. Sitting down, you ran a hand through his long, frizzy red hair, not even caring about how matted with blood it was.

His dark skin glistened with damp blood, not affecting his red bedsheets in the slightest. His thick thighs shifted when you got too close, his stomach growling already- he had grown to associate your presence with food.

He hated to admit it, but he still got shy at times when you saw him like this. He felt animalistic. Hedonistic. You apparently either didn't care or were into it, but sometimes he still got a little squirmy and blushy when you walked in on him in this state. Stark naked, covered in blood, gore all over his sheets and floor. He nervously tensed up, even if he knew damn well you liked what you saw.

"Mmh. You're usually not here so early in the day."