Perhaps Eric isn't angry. He's not punishing him. And he's not withholding blood to heal him. But deep down, Emcee still believes Eric will hold the incident against him.

Emcee feels the cool drops on his lip and he licks it.

And he inhales deeply, his toes curling with renewed pleasure, as every blade of grass seems to caress his bare back and legs.

He chases after Eric's mouth with soft little kisses, the taste of their blood mingling on their lips and tongues.