A warm pulsing thrum moved through Leon when Mickey narrowed the space between them again. Leon new it wasn't his own heartbeat, so it must be Mickey's that he could feel, strong and steady, pushing that flavorful vibrant blood through his veins like fire spread through a forest. Leon craved it, needed it, and the fact that it was there if he wanted it, if he just reached out and took it, was too much temptation for the fangling to deny.
But he somehow managed. Maybe it was the darkness of Mickey's eyes. Night or day, they were always dark, so dark that Leon had become blissfully lost in them in the past. He focused on them now, not retreating from his ex-lover. It was all he could do to keep his feet still and not moving in to outright attack. "Why?" He repeated in a tense whisper, fangs fully extended now as he reached up. Leon's fingers curled around Mickey's warm neck, thumb sliding over that place where his pulse moved. He tipped the djinn's head, eyes flicking from his gaze to his neck and then back.
"So many reasons." He searched Mickey's expression, hand cupping his face. "I would hurt you. I've done enough of that, don't you think?" Eyes narrowing some, Leon withdrew his touch, all but trembling with the restraint he was exercising. He gave a short laugh, trying to release the tension, and he raked back his own hair, fangs not going away. "Besides, you hate being bitten by vampires."