Heart Shaped Box

Alex strummed a tune, the only time he was focused was when he was playing guitar. He missed playing as much as he missed wanting sex.

Beck closed his eyes and listened to Alex, relaxing his body though his senses were still on high alert. It wasn't often he got to relax, so this was nice.

Alex finished the song and rested his cheek on the curve of the guitar, his hair covering his face as his eyes drifted close. He was exhausted, and he just wanted to ignore his feelings of withdrawal and relax.

Beck was half asleep, his mouth half open, his arms crossed over his chest.

Alex was asleep, resting against Beck's shoulder, the guitar set aside. His hair was all over his face as he subconsciously nuzzled Beck's shoulder, enjoying th e warmth.

Beck snuggled with Alex, a soft smile on his face and he wrapped his arms around the man, relaxing. It felt nice to be with him. It felt right.

Alex hadn't been this close to anyone in a very long time. He wrapped an arm around Beck's waist and sighed softly, never having slept so peacefully.

Beck woke a while later, smiling when he saw a sleeping Alex. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful...

Alex very rarely got good sleep. He slowly woke up, opening his eyes to Beck. "Oh... sorry for sleepin' on you..." He mumbled sleepily, sitting up and stretching.

"Don't be," Beck said softly, trailing a finger down the side of Alex's face.

Alex shivered a little before eloping away. "U-Um... you mind if I take a shower? I probably smell like drugs and whatnot..." He said quietly.

"No, no, not at all. It's, uh, around the corner, down the hall, fourth door on the right," Beck said with a soft smile. "Want me to cook you anything?"

Alex shook his head "You don't gotta do that. I don't eat a lot." He said, standing up. "Thank you." He murmured quietly before going to the bathroom, stripping and taking shower. Alex was actually pretty handsome when he wasn't dirty or smelling like drugs.

Beck sighed and stood up, walking to the kitchen and opening up the freezer. He pulled out a bag of blood, closing and locking the freezer before pouring some into a mug and heating it a bit. He hated blood that wasn't fresh but he would have to deal. He walked back into the living room, sat on the couch and turned on his tv, drinking the blood and waiting for Alex.

Alex came out, in sweat pants and a sweatshirt, freezing. he was always cold, and it probably had something to do with how unhealthy he was. He sat next to Alex, twitching and fidgeting a bit, a sign of withdrawal.

Beck looked at him. "You alright, man?" he asked. He knew that Alex was going to start going through withdrawal.

Alex shook his head. "I want a fix." He murmured, pulling his knees to chest and resting his head on then. He sighed shakily, closing his eyes. He hated this.

Beck bit his lip gently. "Uh, I think I can help ease the pain a bit. But I need you to trust me," he said to Alex quietly.

Alex raised a brow at him. But he was desperate at this point, and would do anything to make the pain go away. "O-Okay."

Beck took a deep breath before he straddled Alex's waist. "Don't fight me," he said before leaning Alex's head to expose more of his neck. He licked the skin before biting into it, releasing endorphins and beginning to drink his blood.

Alex was surprised and hissed at the pain. But eventually, his eyes closed, and he felt.. good. "Shit..." He whispered, his breathed hitched. He started to feel a little... horny. For the first time in a very, very long time.

Beck pulled away after a minute or two, licking a bit of blood off of his lips. "How do you feel?" he asked, getting off of him.

"I dunno..." Ales mumbled, far too relaxed to give a further explanation. He sunk into the couch, his muscles intense and the pain from withdrawal gone for the time being.

Beck licked his neck, picking up the extra blood and closing the wounds.

Alex sighed deeply. "Thanks..." He murmured peacefully. "Feels goos..." He whispered.