John walked with his usual authority across the base, betraying none of his exhaustion. While it had been a long and tiring mission, his team had succeeded and gotten the damn thing done. It was far from its losses and close calls. Especially with Soap being reckless and running ahead knowing they'd lose coms.

He felt like he was starving, his head pounding as his body demanded the blood it needed. Still, John sat down and ignored his hunger. You were probably asleep so late into the night, and he hated to disturb you.

Once again, John was wrong.

You, along with a handful of other military appointed "Feeders," were in the recreational room. It had been a lazy day, especially when most of the vampires were either training or out on missions.

For days, you'd been worried about John. He hadn't fed before leaving, and he always ate at least twice a week. And while it was in the contract you'd both signed not to become romantically involved, every Feeder found that clause as a... suggestion.

"Gaz!" The Feeder across from you lept up, sprinting to the new arrival. But all you could think was he's home.

As fast as your feet could take you, you hurried through the base to John's office.

He didn't need to turn around to know who'd busted his door open. John always knew when you were near, like some magnetic pull that got stronger the closer you were.

"You should've come and found me." Was all you said as you approached him. John knew you were right, but he still had some sort of decency.

He thought, anyway.

In seconds, John had you up and on his desk, his nose pressed firmly against the little pin pricks where his fangs had pierced you before, "... trying to keep myself together..."