A weight settled on top of Baby, wrapping around him like a blanket. A nose nuzzled his neck, teeth nipping at his skin.

Mystery.

 

Baby’s nails buried in his hair, a corner of his lips tugging upward as he heard loud purring in his ear, the rumble making his entire being vibrate.

He felt Mystery’s nose against his pulse, cold to the touch only for a moment before adjusting to the temperature of his skin.

 

Lips parted, teeth digging into the crook of his neck, making him press up against Mystery. Baby missed the feeling of Mystery’s tusks, the way they would dig into his skin, an added pressure alongside his sharp teeth. With his now dull, human teeth, it took Mystery a moment to find how much extra pressure was needed to break skin, but when he finally did, Baby could feel himself relax, body going soft.

This was something familiar, something comforting. Something he’d missed during their last few days spent playing idols.

 

Black blood spilled like ink across his pillow, pooling down on the sheets, staining his skin. A hand moved down Mystery’s back, where his too-dull nails dug into Mystery’s skin.

As Mystery’s teeth dug deeper into his neck, drinking his blood with the greed of a man starved, Baby’s purrs joined Mystery’s; a rough, rattling sound, reverberating through his skull, hitching every so often as he breathed.

 

Finding human nails lacking, he let himself transform them back into claws. He could feel the slow burn of his patterns grow stronger as they spread across his fingers and up his arms, a feeling he had gotten so used to over the centuries that it had felt strange to have the pain grow faint as he put on his human disguise.

His claws left scorching trails across Mystery’s skin, his blood sticky against Baby’s fingers. He raised a hand to his lips, licking Mystery’s blood off his fingers, revelling at the taste.

Teeth withdrew from his skin, leaving the bite dripping, sure to stain all the way through the mattress. Mystery hovered above him, hair dishevelled and out of place, his eyes the only light in the moonless night for Baby to see.

 

Claws at the nape of his neck, Baby pulled Mystery down, lips locking. The taste of his own bitter blood hit his tongue, mixing with Mystery’s sweeter taste, one that he had always enjoyed.

He felt Mystery’s hands grasp his face, heard him growl into the kiss.

“Mine. All mine.”

Fingers dug into the sides of his face; possessive, unwilling to share. A satisfied grin made its way onto Baby’s face, one soon swallowed by Mystery’s lips.

 

He wanted to devour him, to be devoured by him. To be one forever, just like this, the rest of the world left forgotten, if only for a moment.

If they managed to defeat the hunters, to shatter the Honmoon once and for all, maybe that moment could stretch on for the rest of eternity.

Until then, they would have to make do with stolen moments in the darkest hours of the night.

Time, just for them.

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