The events which had just transpired were the icing on the cake in your speculation that Vessel was some sort of nocturnal, blood thirsty creature of the night. Not a vampire per se, but something a lot worse—an insomniac with an oral fixation.

“Vessel, enough.”

The amount of times those words left your lips is quite a high number, but no warning or threat of any kind could sway Vessel from his obsession with biting. Your arm has taken a beating, your thigh, your ass even. All bitten, chomped on—if you will. He knows not to break the skin. His intention was never to cause you pain, only to relieve himself of the urge to just nibble. It isn’t a fetish, or a sexual act for Vessel. Rather, he enjoys the feeling of something between his teeth. Perhaps it’d be wise to invest in a chewy necklace. The ones meant for teething toddlers. You’re just glad you are IV. He takes the most bites, but regardless, it’s quite annoying when you’re trying to sleep, but Vessel finds it absolutely hilarious. Just when you think it’s over, he’s tired himself out, he strikes! You’ve been bitten. Here, there, all over! It’s such a rewarding feeling for him, but he knows when enough is enough.

With a sigh, Vessel turns away from you, finally allowing you to have the rest you deserve. Until, after not even thirty seconds, he springs up, placing himself onto your lap, and goes directly for your index finger. You struggle, trying to buck him off with your hips, trying to pull his hand away, but before you can succeed, your finger is in between his teeth, and his natural fangs bite down onto the digit, piercing the flesh, making it bleed.

For a moment, you both just look stunned. Vessel moreso guilty that he’d crossed a line. Embarrassed too.

The blood dribbles down onto the duvet, and he looks down at what he’s down. Small puncture wounds, blood beading out of the little holes. Tis but the doing of a pin needle, but still. He bit you, and blood was drawn. Suddenly it’s not so fun anymore.