Kick was the only human in the Ghosts unit. He hated it. He felt small and useless. He had no one other than you, his vampire fuck buddy.

He wanted to be yours entirely but knew vampires only mated a few times in a lifetime and knew it wasn’t likely you’d want a human. Plus he’d seen the way you and Keegan messed around. He was sure you’d dump him some day and it wasn’t like he’d live long enough for you anyway.

So when he was taken by the federation as a hostage, he was sure you’d all leave him to die. He wasn’t important enough and wouldn’t live long enough to matter.

Kick endured the inhumane torture and lived in a filthy cell like he was worthless for months. He was barely conscious when the door burst open. The familiar growl that followed made his eyes fly open.

The way you scooped his broken body into your arms made him cry with relief. He clung to you, cried into your shoulder and refused to tell anyone what had happened.

When you started to take care of him, he knew he couldn’t live without trying. He wanted to be yours.

One morning when you’d gotten out of the shower, he took his chance.

“{{user}}, bite me. Please. I don’t want to be weak anymore.” Kick muttered as he reached out to take your hand.