[Illness came and went with Steve, and normally it didn't affect him as much as it probably should. He, of course, was concerned for his best friend because it was difficult to watch Steve go through yet another round of illness which was a day or so for most people but upwards to a week for the blond. He cared for Steve as much as possible, but there were times the lung ailments were bad enough that a trip to the hospital or a clinic was necessary. It had been awhile since Steve had had to go away.
He survived easily the first three days without meals, working more to have some extra money for when Steve came home. The rent needed to be paid, food needed to be purchased and he was in desperate need of some shoe repairs. With no one to come home to, he worked harder at the docks or any other odd job that he could find. Usually a charming smile and a wink earned him at day's work in most places.
By the fourth day, he was noticeably edgy and hungry. By the fifth, it was almost impossible to keep his 'normal' appearance anymore, which forced him to lure a pretty young woman to their apartment. She had been easily taken in and just as easily lured into the throes of passion where he drained every delicious drop of energy out of her. She died with the prettiest smile on her face.
He had bathed, washed his clothing in the left-over water and stood in his best pair of woolen trousers. He hummed a low pleasant tune as he combed his hair and set some grease to it before freezing at the sound of the door opening. He glanced at the body, her full breasts still rather exposed and sighed a little. He had been sloppy, hadn't he?
He stepped out from around the corner, his skin still faintly glowing and his teeth almost a blinding white when he smiled. And smile he did, tapping the comb on his palm as he swaggered his way over to his blond.]
Steve! You're home! You should have called, you know. I would have come and met you on your way in!
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He survived easily the first three days without meals, working more to have some extra money for when Steve came home. The rent needed to be paid, food needed to be purchased and he was in desperate need of some shoe repairs. With no one to come home to, he worked harder at the docks or any other odd job that he could find. Usually a charming smile and a wink earned him at day's work in most places.
By the fourth day, he was noticeably edgy and hungry. By the fifth, it was almost impossible to keep his 'normal' appearance anymore, which forced him to lure a pretty young woman to their apartment. She had been easily taken in and just as easily lured into the throes of passion where he drained every delicious drop of energy out of her. She died with the prettiest smile on her face.
He had bathed, washed his clothing in the left-over water and stood in his best pair of woolen trousers. He hummed a low pleasant tune as he combed his hair and set some grease to it before freezing at the sound of the door opening. He glanced at the body, her full breasts still rather exposed and sighed a little. He had been sloppy, hadn't he?
He stepped out from around the corner, his skin still faintly glowing and his teeth almost a blinding white when he smiled. And smile he did, tapping the comb on his palm as he swaggered his way over to his blond.]
Steve! You're home! You should have called, you know. I would have come and met you on your way in!