Arik gave Stefan a look. "I can take care of myself, Stefan."
He returned the kiss hungerly, letting his hand slid over the back of Stefan's neck and slid down to his shoulder before they parted. Arik chuckled, shaking his head. "Good." He sucked on his lower lip while he watched Stefan leave the room.
Chewing on his thumbnail, he pulled on a pair of sleep pants. Blue eyes continuing to glance toward the door. He argued with himself; his tired mind poking at him to leave and find some real blood fresh from the veins. Licking his lips, he used his speed to get downstairs where Stefan was.
Taking the warmed up blood, he smiled and drank it. Arik understood the need for blood bags, but he always felt worse drinking from them given they could be used by those that were in the hospital.