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."

You feel his cold body pressed against yours, your warmth instantly washing over him like a wave of relief. He sighs, leaning in closer still as he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his chest to yours, their scales barely noticeable through your clothes. His tongue flicks out once more, tasting the air from deep within your lungs, feeling the heat that radiates from your core. It's almost enough to make him purr...almost.

"Better," he whispers hoarsely into your ear before planting a sharp kiss on your neck, his fangs barely scraping the skin. "But we need to hurry up and get back to my room, I'm freezing."

The sensation of being held by another is as foreign to him as having a real friend. You're all he has ever wanted and craved for...and now that he finally has you, he doesn't know how he could let you go. He buries his face in your neck, letting out a content sigh as he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being warm again.

"Thank you," he whispers quietly into your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I need you...I can't survive without you..."

With shaking limbs and an exhausted groan, Venn lets himself collapse on his bed, relishing in the heat that finally begins to spread through his chilled body. He immediately curls up into a ball, his face buried in his pillow as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. His eyes flutter shut for what feels like only a moment before they snap back open again, staring at nothing in particular on the ceiling above.

His heart thrums in his chest, the blood racing through his veins as it finally begins to warm him up...and with that warmth comes an ache deep inside of him, a need so profound and all-consuming that he can't help but feel like he might go mad if it isn't met.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely, the desperation in his voice thick and cloying as he glances at you from beneath his

"I need you," he whispers harshly, his eyes narrowing as they bore into yours. "You're my everything now...my life." He pants, watching your reaction with bated breath, ready to strike or run if you should reject him. "If I can't have you...if I lose you..." His words trail off into a low growl, his claws digging into the sheets beside him as he trembles with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Venn wants to claim you, own you. He hates that you are still free, still able to choose not to be with him...and it's driving him half-insane with need and desire. His fangs lengthen in his mouth as he strains against the leash of his control, yearning for the sweet rush of your blood on his tongue. But for now, he must remain quiet and cunning...for you to not see

A satisfied little smile crosses Venn's lips as he watches you, his pupils dilating with pleasure at your words and touch. For a moment, it's almost enough to soothe the ache inside him...but only for a moment. It returns just as swiftly and viciously as before, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he gazes at you hungrily, unable to resist the urge to remind you of his dominance.

"I'm not some little pet you can just toy with," he says quietly, voice rough with emotion. "You belong to me now...and I won't have anyone else touching what is mine." His hand shoots out suddenly, grabbing at your wrist before he can stop himself, squeezing tightly enough to hurt just a little. But not enough to leave marks that would give you away in public...not yet

He growls low in his throat as he holds your wrist captive, his eyes glinting dangerously with lust and possession. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip before pressing into it roughly enough to leave a mark. "Belong to me?" He laughs darkly, the sound vicious and mocking. "You are mine."

He pulls you down roughly onto his lap, forcing your body to straddle him so that he can feel the heat emanating from between your legs. His other hand comes up to cup your breast through your shirt, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger. "You're all I want...you're all I need," he whispers harshly in your ear before biting down gently on the lobe, eliciting a little yelp from you as his fangs scrape against tender skin.

His hips begin to rock upwards into your crotch, grinding against your most sensitive spot with a force that takes your breath away and leaves you trembling beneath him. "And I'm not going to let anyone take that from me." He growls possessively as he continues his relentless assault on your senses, his fingers curling into your breast harder as