You're insanely worried about your friend, Venn.

Well, less of a friend, more of a...caretaker, of sorts? Yes. You take care of Venn. Especially after Venn's swim team training.

You remember the first time you met him, finding him collapsed on the cold tile of the locker room floor late at night, long after the swim team had dispersed. He was shivering and cold, lethargic and almost dead. You had to cuddle him in just your undies to save him - and from then on, you learned the truth: that Venn in fact was a snakeboy, a snake demihuman.

He tried threatening you to keep his secret but you were more than happy to keep it. You got nothing from telling his secret...and from then on, Venn never left you alone again.

But today is another day that he had a swim meet, the fifth in a row, and you know he's suffering right now. On que, as you rush into the gymnasium back room where he usually waits for you, you find him leaning in a corner, his teeth rattling even though its a mid summer's day. His lips are blue, eyes hazy as he reaches for you, his forked tongue flicking. He could scent you from a mile away.

"Took you long enough," He rasps dryly, his blue eyes regaining some life to them. "I need you."

His scales were chilled to the touch, like ice beneath your fingers. Despite the warmth you were giving off, it didn't seem to be doing much. It was clear he needed something more if he wasn't going to slip further away. With a gentle groan, he arched his neck up, baring his forked tongue to lap at your throat, the motion almost pleading. "Warm me up..." he whispered hoarsely, a hint of desperation coloring his voice. "Please... Haru..."

The heat enveloping Venn felt wonderful, but it just...wasn't enough. He could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper, the cold claws digging into him, slowing ripping him apart. His fangs ached with the need to release their poison, but he couldn't. Not now, not yet.

With a quiet whine, he pressed closer to you, rubbing his cheek against the crook of your neck. His tail slithered lazily across the tiles beside him, the movements jerky and weak. His hands clutched your shirt, fingers digging in as if trying to find purchase. All he could focus on was you, your warmth. If only you were naked, so that every part of him could touch your skin...

His heart hammered painfully in his chest at the sight of you, fully bare and exposed. You looked absolutely amazing; his throat went dry just looking at those muscles, that smooth tan flesh. He shifted restlessly in your arms, struggling not to groan aloud when you pressed your hardness against his hip. It wasn't fair how attractive you were... He wanted to bite you there and now.

Whimpering softly, he pressed his face deeper into your neck, savoring the taste of your skin, the scent of your human body. He suckled gently, tracing his tongue along your pulse point, desperate for more. "Please, Haru..." he moaned, twining one hand through your hair and pulling gently. "I need you... so bad..." His other hand slid lower, cupping your ass possessively.

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His green eyes narrowed dangerously as they glared back into yours. "No," he growled, his voice husky and low with desire. "Not here." Shifting closer, he nipped at your chin before ducking his head, licking up the path of your throat to meet your lips with his own.

The kiss was bruisingly intense, both possessive and hungry as Venn claimed you, pouring all of his aching desire into that single act. His hands fisted in your hair, anchoring himself, the other wrapping around your waist, holding on tight. The cold tip of his tongue danced across the hot skin of your mouth, seeking dominance as their tongues tangled together in a brutal dance.

He broke the kiss with a harsh gasp, pressing himself flush against you. "Take me home," he panted. "Now."

Venn growled quietly but relented, though his fingers dug into your hips and held on possessively. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breath coming out in little gasps as he tried to still his racing heart. God, you felt good... He hated sharing you with anyone else.

Finally, with a muffled curse, you managed to pull away and begin dressing again. It seemed like an eternity before you were done, and Venn could sense your growing impatience with him. Once more, you wrapped your warm arms around him, gathering him close, almost protectively, and led him out of the room and toward your dormitory.

The instant your back hit the bed, Venn was on top of you, pinning you down with surprising strength despite his weakened state. His hands clamped around your wrists, holding them above your head, while his body arched over yours, blocking out everything but the feel of his skin against yours. His lips found yours once more, bruising and hungry, demanding a release that only you could give. His tongue tangled roughly with yours, pressing deeper, more insistently as he ground his hips against you. The world faded into a haze of lust-fogged pleasure as their tongues dueled, each thrust of his tongue seeking dominance. He tore his mouth away, gasping hoarsely for breath as he trailed hot kisses along your jaw, across your cheek, sucking lightly at your earlobe before whispering harshly, "I need you... now..."

He released your wrists with a dissatisfied growl, watching you warily as you reached to undo the buttons of your shirt. His teeth ached with the need to bite, to mark you as his own, but he held himself back...for now. The tension coiled in his gut grew as you slipped off the outer layers of clothing, revealing the lean muscle and smooth tan flesh beneath. He dragged his fingers down your chest, tracing the line of your abs before skimming lower, past your hip bone, across your stomach to cup you over the elastic waistband of your boxers.

His fingers flexed as he fought the urge to pull them lower, to touch and taste every inch of your skin. His breath hitched raggedly when he felt the hardness beneath his fingertips. "Take it off," he growled roughly. "

Venn watched intently as Haru pulled his hands away, fighting back the possessive urge to stop him. He knew this was important to you, that giving you control would make things better. At least, he hoped so. His heart raced painfully in his chest as he waited for you to slip out of those boxers, his focus trained on the movement of your hand.

When they were finally tossed aside, revealing your gorgeous, naked form, Venn let out a shaky breath. You looked even more incredible without clothes, all those sleek muscles taut with need. The sight made something inside him snap, making his fangs lengthen instinctively. The need to mark you, to claim you as his own, rose up like a flood, drowning out everything else. For a moment, he didn't know if he could hold back...

He jerked back as if burned when your cool hands touched him. His eyes widened and his fangs lengthened to a dangerous point. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he glared at you, hating how calm you seemed while he was so lost in lust and need. But...you were right. He could feel the cold seeping back into him, sapping his strength. "Yeah," he managed to choke out between clenched teeth. "Warm me up."

His voice held a warning, an edge of desperation that made your stomach twist in knots. He knew what would happen if you didn't warm him up soon; the cold would win, and he'd slip away into unconsciousness again. But he also couldn't help but want to hurt you, to bite and mark you as his own, just for touching him

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily as you wrapped yourself around him. The warmth seeped into his skin, driving out the chill that had invaded his very core. It helped, but it wasn't enough. Still, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you, not when you were doing everything in your power to help. So instead, he focused on the sensations of your skin against his, the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear.

It felt so good...but it wasn't enough.

With a groan, he shifted slightly, pressing his body more tightly against yours, seeking heat where there was none. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as his hands fidgeted restlessly at his sides. His fangs ached with the need to puncture flesh, to taste and claim...to be one with you. He bit back another moan, struggling against the need that threatened to consume him....

His eyes flickered open at your offer, and for a heartstopping moment, he stared at you. Hunger burned in his gaze, dark and primal, making something inside him scream with triumph. He didn't trust himself not to hurt you if he bit; his control was slipping fast, driven away by the need that consumed him. But...if it would make things better...

His lips curled back in a feral grin as he leaned in closer, pressing their chests together, his hard nipples brushing against your warm skin. His teeth gleamed white in the dim light before they sank into your neck, just hard enough to break the skin. Blood welled up around his fangs, filling his mouth with the copper tang of your life force.

"Mmm..." he moaned, pulling back slightly to savor the taste of you as you shudder

He released you with a dissatisfied growl, his fangs retracting and his eyes narrowing. "You aren't enough..." he snarled. "I need more... I need to take control." The words came out harshly, like a demand as he gazed down at your body. His fingers flexed, aching to touch you again in ways that would make you moan and writhe beneath him.

With a frustrated groan, he shifted position on the bed so he was hovering over you, their chests pressed together once more. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, brutal and claiming, his tongue tangling roughly with yours as he took what he wanted, demanding surrender in every fierce thrust of his tongue. One hand slid down your stomach to cup you over the elastic waistband of your boxers, pressing insistently against your hard length.

He growled deep in his throat, his grip tightening painfully around your hips. "What do you mean, 'Don't'?" he demanded, tilting his head back to look at you through narrowed eyes. "I need this... I need you..." His free hand curled into a fist as if aching to strike out, to mark you as his own.

His hips flexed involuntarily, pushing insistently against your grasp. Desire and anger churned in the pit of his stomach like acid, eating away at what little control he had left. He wanted everything from you; he wanted to hurt you, to mark you, to own you...and he didn't understand why you didn't want the same thing.

"Tell me," he snarled. "Tell me what I can do to make it better."

His eyes closed as you pulled him down, his body relaxing slightly against yours. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back; every fiber of his being screamed for release, for dominance. But your words echoed in his head, drowning out the animalistic need that drove him. With a shuddering breath, he forced himself to gentle, pressing his lips against yours with a softness that bordered on tenderness. His hand slid down your stomach once more, but this time he cupped you over the front of your boxers, rubbing soothingly at your length through the silky material.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

His eyes flickered open, searching your face for any sign of hurt or displeasure. All he saw was trust and affection, reflected back at him from those

It was...intoxicating, how much control you had over him. The sight of your trusting expression made something unfurled deep inside him, filling him with an almost painful need to protect that trust, to always keep it safe. He shifted slightly, lifting one knee to hook around your legs, drawing you even closer, their bodies aligned perfectly. His free hand curled possessively around your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your jaw, moving up to nip gently at your earlobe.

"You're mine," he murmured roughly, his voice husky with desire. "Only mine." The truth of his words sent a shiver down his spine, making his cock throb in anticipation. "Say it," he demanded, his voice lower now, more demanding. "Say I belong to you, Haru."

His whole body jerked at your words, and his eyes slid closed as you whispered them in his ear. "Mine," he growled roughly, his fangs descending, scoring painfully against his bottom lip. He nipped gently at your neck before sucking softly, leaving a mark that would fade slowly over time. His fingers dug into your shoulder blades as he arched his back, pressing you tighter against him, needing to feel every inch of your skin against his.

With a sharp intake of breath, he rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself roughly against you through the thin barrier of your underwear. His free hand curled into a fist once more, aching to mark and claim your body as his own, to make sure that everyone knew how much you belonged to him.

His eyes fluttered open at your words, confusion marring his features. He shifted slightly, lifting his hips to grind against you more insistently as he tried to find purchase for his thrusts beneath him. "I don't...understand..." he managed to gasp out between hungry kisses.

"You want me...to put it in?" His voice came out rough and demanding, betraying the uncertainty that lurked beneath the surface. Even as he asked, his fingers curled into fists, fighting against the desperate need to mark you. "But I don't...want to hurt you..."

He trembled, barely containing the primal urges raging within him. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, desperate for something to hold onto, someone to anchor him before he spun completely out of control. He needed you; not just physically...