The room was dark, the only light from the city streetlamp cutting through the blinds. You lay beside Falcon, both of you sprawled across the bed. His chest was littered with marks where your fangs had sunk in, blood staining his shirt in a dark, splotchy mess. A fresh bite mark still gleamed on his skin.

“Man,” Falcon muttered, wiping at his chest with a grimace. “You’re gettin’ real comfortable with this whole feeding thing, huh?”

You smirked, licking a drop of blood off your lips. “What can I say? You’re tasty.”

He chuckled, though it was strained. “Tasty, huh? Ain’t no one else gonna get to try that out, you hear me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I’d share?”

Falcon scoffed, wincing slightly as he shifted. “Nah, that’s mine. Just keep up your end of the deal, and we’re golden. You keep me fed, I keep you safe. We both get what we need.”

“Don’t worry. You’re safe, and the blood’s all yours,” you replied, settling back into the bed with a satisfied sigh. “You’re a good supplier, Falcon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, but his hand found yours, pulling you closer. “But next time, don’t bite so hard.”