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In the cold dead of night, a figure lurched, breathing ragged, eyes wild. He needed a distraction. Any distraction from the cold settling into his bones or the feeling in his stomach, the carnal, insatiable sensation that refused to be quiet.

He bumped past townsfolk, avoided their quizzical and sometimes irritated gaze. To them, he was just another face in the crowd, another person to be cast aside and forgotten about. His entire life had been like that, to the point where he'd grown use to their indifferent gaze. He didn't need them. He never did.

The sensation shivered up his spine again and he gritted his teeth in frustration, moving to the side and ducking into the tiny crevice of an alcove in front of a barred door, the entrance to a shop long since closed. The light from the lamp overhead illuminated his figure and features: he was slim, his knees weak and trembling. From his hood sprouted a long, distinctive nose, similar to that of a bat, and his tailored hood was fashioned with sizeable holes for his ringed ears. His tender blue eyes glinted with the wetness of tears underneath his hood and he wiped them again, sliding his back down against the brick and planting his behind against the floor. He curled his arms around himself and let out a quiet, barely audible whimper.

It had been like this for 5 months, ever since he'd turned 13. No-one gave a damn about how he felt, not even those who were meant to be taking care of him, but it wasn't as if he could describe what he felt without looking like a madman. It was a hunger. A deep, penetrating hunger that haunted him with every step he took and made his stomach turn to ice. Food didn't satisfy it, nor did drink, of any variety. He knew what did, but he didn't want to admit it, didn't want to consider it.

He saw it in every person he looked at. He could almost practically feel the blood pumping in their veins. He grew excited at the sound of their heartbeat, his subconscious relishing the mere thought of warm, running blood. Just at the thought of it, the young bat buried his head into his knees and quietly wailed to himself. He didn't understand it. He was terrified. Why was he like this?

"Hey. You okay?"

The sound of a quiet, slightly high-pitched voice penetrated the darkness of his stress and depression and he raised his head, greeted to the sight of a boy. The white fox stared down at him with wide eyes and a frowning mouth, the light from behind his head giving his pristine fur an otherworldly glow. The cold wind whipped around his uncovered head and the bat caught sight of two tails fluttering behind him, dragging against the snow on the ground. The bat stared, mouth agape for a moment, before he snapped his head away, tucking his knees tighter to his chest and shivering.

"I'm fine." He was lying through his teeth, and he knew it. He'd ran from his foster home in a fit of frustration with little in the way of clothes to keep him warm in the cold night. A thin, baggy hoodie sagged around his lithe frame, useless in the chilling wind, and a pair of shorts covered only his upper legs and nothing more, leaving his short-furred feel and lower legs to freeze and tremble. He didn't care. In fact, he almost smiled at the thought of freezing to death. At least he'd escape this horrible pain.

Then, he felt a warm hand against his shoulder. He couldn't quite explain it, but the warmth of that touch spread across his shoulder, along his chest and down his legs. He felt a surge of something inside of him, like a spark that made him shudder and cleared his mind of horrid thoughts. It was as if he'd been given utter clarity for that brief moment.

"I know a place," The fox was talking again, and the bat turned his head to stare at him, eyes wide. "Why don't we go there for a bit? Get out of the cold?"

The bat found himself nodding without even thinking about it, and he knew he couldn't double back on it now. His face momentarily soured and he turned, pulling himself to his feet, surprised with his new-found vigour. He felt the fox's hand against his arm, and felt the pull of his touch, leading him from the alcove and down the street.

It was odd, to be helped by someone younger than him. The bat was a little tall for his age, standing at almost 5 foot, perhaps even more. The fox couldn't be no more than 11, perhaps 12, and he was remarkably shorter. The bat was only guessing his age, but he had an inkling he was correct. The fox didn't say anything as they walked, as if he were giving the bat the necessary privacy he required. Instead, he kept holding the 13 year old's arm. For just a little while, the bat didn't feel those aching pangs of hunger. He felt normal, for just a moment, and his heart soared.

The place that the fox lead them do was not what the bat had expected. He had anticipated a warm home, with blankets and a roaring fire. Instead, the fox lead him to a closed youth hall, with old bricks layering its outside and a pair of wrought, rickety doors. The fox, however, seemed confident that this was the place as he tugged the door. To the bats surprise, it swung open without any resistance, and the fox lead them inside.

The interior was dark, but it was far from cold. Immediately, the bat felt a surge of warmth spreading across him, and the air felt relaxing. He sighed, content, as the fox lead him across the tiny common room and towards a set of plush, rounded booth seats on the far end of the room. He ushered the bat into a seat, for the first time in a while, the fox let go of him.

Almost immediately, the hunger returned with a vengeance, and the bat winced at the feeling of it in his stomach, like it was trying to tear his insides apart. He hissed through his teeth and settled into the seat as the fox examined him from afar. His searching gaze made the bat momentarily uncomfortable.

"I'm Etis." The fox suddenly thrust out his hand, and the bat stared at him, his face blank for a moment. Slowly, he reached out his own winged hand and shook the fox's own.

"Vellow. Folks just call me Vell." The bat introduced himself with the tilt of a more southern accent, and the fox tilted his head for a moment, before his lips stretched into a smile.

"Where do you come from?" Etis' question made Vell uncomfortable, but there was no harm in telling. Vell didn't exactly have the best life anyway.

"I live in this foster home...they don't get me. They're not nice people," Vell sounded bitter as he said it. "It's just their job to look after me."

Etis looked sad as he stared at the bat, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Vell snapped his gaze up to the fox's pitied face and his nose wrinkled.

"I don't need pity." Vell pointed out, and Etis nodded, holding his hands up briefly in surrender.

"...How are you feeling?" The fox asked after a moment, and Vell looked down at himself, pushing his knees together, teeth gritted.

"Hungry." He said through gritted teeth, and he expected the fox to ask if he wanted to whip something up. Instead, he got an answer he never expected.

"For blood, right?"

Vell slowly turned his head to stare at the fox, who kept the same smiling expression as before, eyes twinkling with delight at the sight of the bat's face. Vell didn't want to say it was creepy, but it almost definitely was. He immediately sidled along the seat, his heart hammering in his chest. Everything in his body screamed for him to run, but he wasn't the type to do so.

"Who the hell are you?" At those words, he saw Etis' face momentarily fall and the fox cub looked a little hurt, before his featured smoothed over and he leant forwards, placing his arms on the table.

"It's okay," He explained to him. "I...I know. I understand."

"No, you don't. You're just a kid, like me. You can't..." Vell began, but something in the fox's eyes told him differently. His breathing slowed, but he kept his fists firmly clenched. He didn't know if he could trust the fox, not when he already seemed to know so much about him. It was like having a target painted on his own back.

"You feel it, don't you? A hunger that can't be sated," The fox began, his eyes brimming with a knowledge beyond his years. "Everywhere you look, you feel that same hunger. You see it in people. You feel it in the blood that pumps through their veins."

To hear it being said out loud made it sound utterly ridiculous, but the fox was right. Vell could feel tears brimming in his eyes and his voice choked in his throat, unable to come out. Etis leant over the table and grab one of Vell's clenched fists.

"I can help you." Etis seemed confident when he said it, but Vell clenched his jaw, breathing shakily.

"How?" He managed to get the word out, and Etis smiled at his choked word.

"What you're feeling is...yes, it's hunger, but it's not for blood," Etis explained, letting go of his hand as he got to his feet. "It's for something else."

"...I don't understand." The bat murmured, lowering his gaze as the fox rounded the table, standing closer to him. Vell sat on the edge of the booth seat and the fox moved to stand beside him, their bodies inches away from each other.

Vell suddenly felt a hand on his head, caressing him as it pulled him closer towards Etis' body. The bat pressed his head against Etis' warm body and felt the pumping of his heartbeat. Immediately, he could feel his hunger roaring out, demanding to be sated. The bat didn't know if he could control himself. He reached up, dragging his hands against Etis' hips as he trembled, trying to fight it.

"Shhh..." Etis soothed his trembling hands with a touch. "It's okay. Give in. You can't hurt me. Let your hunger lead you to where it wants to go."

The consent was all the bat really needed. Vell got to his feet and grabbed the fox, manhandling him across the room until he found a beanbag at the far end, sitting in the corner in the 'play' area. He pushed the fox down against it, the cushioned bag softening their fall. The bat bore down on him, running his mouth along the cub's neck, his hands caressing. He didn't know what he was doing. He was taking a back-seat and letting that carnal hunger take over.

He half-expected himself to bit against the fox's neck, just like he'd seen in all manner of vampire movies. Instead, he found himself moving lower and lower. Etis seemed to apparently prepare for this as he began to unzip his own thick winter hoodie, parting it to reveal the T-Shirt underneath. Vell, however, found himself dipping further and further down, trailing his hungry lips past Etis' stomach and towards his crotch.

His hands greedily pulled and tugged at the fox's baggy jeans, sliding them past the 12 year old's hips and over his rump, revealing the boy's tight briefs hidden beneath. The minute Vell's mouth pressed against the warmth of his bulge, the bat let out a shaky groan, his cheeks flushed. He snapped back to reality and suddenly tugged his head up, eyes wide.

"The hell is wrong with me...?" He leant backwards, but Etis reached out, grabbing Vell's hand. The bat stared wide-eyed at the boy, who suddenly bore a much more wisened expression.

"Didn't I tell you to let the hunger guide you? This is what it wants." He reached down to jiggle his clothed package, and Vell stared down at it for a moment, before up at Etis' twinkling eyes.

"I wont tell anyone." He sneakily teased, making the bat gulp. Slowly, Vell reached down again and he tenderly slipped the cub's briefs past his hips, dragging them to his ankles, much like he had done with his jeans. He was greeted to the sight of the fox's steadily growing erection, the boy's plump sheath pulsing quietly as a red, tapered tip slipped from his sheath, growing larger with each passing second. Vell felt his mouth go dry at the sight of it, but he couldn't understand why.

Once again, he let his hunger take over. He had never considered himself interested in other males, yet here he was, ready to go down on one. That didn't bother him as much as the thought of doing it with someone younger than him, albeit by only a year.

He trailed his lips along Etis' cock, feeling the way it twitched and pulsed against his mouth. He grazed his lips right up to the tip and found himself parting his mouth, swallowing up the tapered end of the cock into him. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sensations, his nostrils flaring as he captured the scent of the fox before him.

His closed eyes felt the sudden warmth surging through him, the light of something against his eyes. He peeked just for a moment and his eyes widened at the sight of the fox before him, now more than what he claimed to be. Glowing symbols lined along various parts of Etis' body, notably across his chest, along his eyes and legs. His tails, once two, were now 9 in total, spreading around him like a fan. The bat was momentarily in awe, before the fox's grin widened and he nodded his head, implying that Vell should continue. The bat pushed his questions to the back of his mind. He'd made no sense of the sight before him without entertaining the hunger that swam through his body.

He pushed his mouth down and felt the cock harden against his tongue, feeling the bump of the steadily swelling nose pushing against his pursed lips. The bat's long, prehensile tongue wrapped and coiled firmly around the cub's tongue, suckling sweetly as as heard Etis groan and pant. Vell was glad to know he was doing a good job, yet he couldn't understand why he was so enthusiastic to give the boy a blowjob. He hoped that he'd find out soon.

The deeper his mouth bent, the more the fox seemed to enjoy it, his hands reaching out to grip and stroke the bat's large, slightly sensitive ears. Vell reached down to cradle the boy's small balls with his hand, rolling them around in his fingers as the bobbing of his head grew more erratic and laboured as time went on. He went from curious and nervous to eager and desperate, his mouth applying plentiful amounts of saliva as his tongue gripped and squeezed around the member, stroking and milking it as much as possible.

"H-Hey, slow down-- you don't need to go so fast...!" Etis found himself moaning nonetheless after his words, his hands gripping around Vell's ears as he pumped his hips up, his toes curling with delight. His initial plan was just to help the bat sate his desire, but if he was this good at getting what he wanted, he was probably worth keeping around. The fox's laboured little whimpers grew more and more intense as the knot at the base of his cock swelled and throbbed, eager to burst at any moment. Vell pushed his mouth down and, after a moment, swallowed up the knot into his bat muzzle. His prehensile tongue uncoiled for just a moment to stretch out and curl around the thick knot, squeezing and licking.

That was enough to send Etis over the edge. He reached his hands down to Vell's head and pushed his mouth down, letting his reasonably sized cock prod a little at the back of the bat's throat. His climax washed over him and the cub's cock throbbed powerfully, spurting a thick string of cum into the back of Vell's throat, followed by another, and then another.

An ecstasy purer than anything Vell had every felt before suddenly washed over him, and that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach dissipated, as if it hadn't excited in the first place. The minute the cum was swallowed down into his stomach, he was sated, and his eyes rolled upwards at the pleasurable feeling of not being hungry anymore. His hands reached up and he affectionately stroked Etis' hips, filled with a new-found appreciation for the fox's help. A muffled moan escaped his lips as he continued to gulp the fox's load, feeling each pulse and throb against his dexterous tongue. His appendage squeezed and milked the member as much as he could, until he couldn't coax out another drop, leaving the cub spent.

Etis sighed, leaning his head back as Vell pulled his mouth from the boy's member, reached up his body and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, cuddling against him. Etis looked momentarily surprise before he reached up, curling his own arms around the bat's neck.

"Thank you." Vell whispered, his voice sincere and dripping with gratitude. He buried his head into the cub's shoulder and Etis sighed, rolling his eyes as those large, fluffy tails coiled around and stroked the bat's body.

"There, there..." He muttered quietly. "I'm sorry I couldn't explain it sooner, but you wouldn't have taken it seriously..."

"I know now," Vell assured him, pulling back with a happy smile. "To think, I was going crazy..."

"You're new," Etis insisted, cupping the bat's cheeks. "It's always hard when you're new."

"How did you know?" Vell asked, the one most important question that had been on his lips the whole time, other than asking what he was.

"I'm not exactly...'normal'. Neither are you, though I couldn't tell you what you are," Etis explained. "But...I have that same hunger. I've lived long enough to control it, but I remember what it was first like. I had someone to help me through it, and so should you."

"Does that mean you'll help me again?" Vell asked quietly. "I don't want to sound selfish, but having to ask others to do this is, well...not exactly easy."

"Of course I'll help you. As long as it takes." Etis assured him, and Vell sighed, overcome with a joy he'd never experienced before, not even since he was little.

"How does it work? I mean...do I have to do this daily?" Vell didn't know if he wanted to commit so hard, but Etis seemed to chuckle at his words.

"Weekly, actually, should do it for you. But I want to teach you to control it, to be better. Then you wont have to do it for long periods of time...maybe even months, once you block it out." Etis explained, but Vell could only frown.

"But it was so painful...doesn't it kill you?"

"Over time," Etis nodded solemnly. "But not for a while. You're effectively gathering life force when you do it-- any bodily fluid can work, but...well, you've seen what you really want."

"So I really am a vampire...of sorts," Vell grimaced. "Does that mean I might...kill someone?"

"Not unless you're going for blood. That's...the least efficient method. You gather life force with every action, but you don't take much." Etis explained the concept loosely and Vell's eyes widened, his face falling.

"Does that mean I...?" He clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to think about it. Etis seemed to read his mind.

"God, no," Etis chuckled. "I gathered up a lot over time. I just let you have some of mine."

Vell lowered his gaze and fell guilty for having to rely on the help of the fox in front of him, but Etis merely cupped his chin and grinned toothily. He seemed to confident, so fine with it all...but for Vell, it seemed like a heavy burden that he'd have to live with. He had at least had some hope that he might not have to feel it for very long.

"I should go," Vell said after a moment, getting to his feet. "The foster home will be looking for me. I might have sounded jaded before, but...they're okay people."

He sounded a lot more humble without the irritable hunger screaming in his stomach. He felt a bit more like himself: average, and somewhat kind. Etis seemed to enjoy the sight of a reborn boy before him, and the fox shifted, pants still around his ankles. The 9 tailed fox got to his feet and waddled his way towards the bat with a cheeky grin.

"You want a little more before you go? Should sate you for a while." He suggested with a small waggle of his hips, tucking a hand under his balls.

"Again? Don't you need to rest for a bit...?" Vell frowned, but Etis just shook his head.

"There are other fluids, you know." Etis reminded him, and the bat's eyes widened, eventually realising what the cub was implying.

"What-- ew, gross!" He reacted poorly, and Etis quirked an eyebrow.

"It's either that, or potentially go hungry..." The boy reminded him, and the bat wrinkled his nose, fighting between whether he really wanted to stoop that low or not. Eventually, he sighed through his nose, shifting back onto his knees. He knelt in front of the cub's body and looked down at his sheath, watching as Etis angled the sheath and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, until the red tip poked ever so slightly from the end.

"Open wide." Etis teased, and the bat grumbled, opening his mouth. He shuffled his head a bit closer to avoid any of it splashing onto his clothes, and waited for a moment. There was a few seconds of brief anticipation, before the bat felt the steady stream of urine trickle against his tongue. He had expected it to taste horrid, but instead, the hunger took over.

He greedily pushed his mouth against the red tip, pursing his lips to keep it all in as his throat continually gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down each time he swallowed. Etis seemed to have anticipated his reaction and placed a hand on the bat's head.

"That's it, drink it all..." The fox-- or rather, kitsune-- murmured, rolling his head back as his trickle of piss eventually built up into a steady stream that the bat hungrily gulped down, sating his desire. Etis trickled a bit of his excess life force into each drop, giving the bat what he needed to last far more than a week. At least, until their next encounter.

The steady stream eventually began to die down into a tiny trickle once more, until it stopped completely. Etis felt the bat's tongue lash against his tapered tip for a moment, before the 13 year old pulled back and got to his feet. He wiped his mouth and had a mixture of disgust and content on his face.

"See? Wasn't so bad." Etis grinned, pulling up his pants as Vell awkwardly shuffled on the spot, unsure what to say.

"A...Anyway, yeah. I'll...see you around? When are we meeting up again?" Vell asked, almost impatient to meet later.

"Next week, here at the youth hall. I'm here more hours." Etis assured him, and Vell nodded.

"Okay, and...thank you." The bat murmured, stepping closer for just a moment. He leant his head down, planting a kiss atop the kitsune's head, before he stepped back. With a final glance, he turned and strode out, looking as if he were in a hurry to get home. Etis watched him go with a sigh.

He really should stop picking up charity cases. With a shudder with a smile playing upon his lips, he turned back towards the youth hall, his tails illuminating every corner of the room. From outside, the building with an ethereal glow.