Once Each Decade; Mick/Josef

It happened maybe once a decade, that Mick needed comfort that no human could provide, and that Josef was wiling to. It was beyond what might be thought of as sex, or feeding, being both and neither, and something else entirely.

"I hate what I am," Mick would say afterwards, face and hands streaked with all manner of bodily fluids. "But I love you."

"Hush," Josef would always reply, licking at the blood spots before he found a damp towel to clean them both off with. "You know how I feel about commitment."

And then Mick would leave and Josef would smile and revel in the new memory they'd made together, and wait with a vampire's patience for another ten years to glide by.