The battle of will versus hunger was precarious. Leon knew what he needed to do. The variants flashed through his mind at lightning speed: flatten Mickey to the ground and storm off, turn to mist and disappear, pull back and shout angrily at Mickey, or Leon even considered not responding to the kiss at all.
None of those options happened, of course. This was Mickey. The boy who still had a firm grip on his cold heart. Even if Leon could work past the feelings that rose in his chest when Mickey leaned in to kiss him and reject him, even if he knew that was the best thing to do, to make certain they were both aware that this couldn't happen or else... Or else. Even if he could overcome those logical and emotional desires, the hunger was now another voice involved in Leon's reasoning and it was hard to deny. Some vampires even said it was impossible.
He wasn't a vampire, though. He was himself. And this was Mickey.
Leon closed the rest of the space between them and met Mickey's kiss, hesitant only once as the thoughts rushed in and were pushed aside. He kissed his ex and gave a soft sound that settled into a growl. Leon's body moved in closer, pressing against Mickey like he'd crowd a snack all for himself, like he'd keep someone for just him, no one else. The possession was new when applied to feeding, but he'd felt that way towards Mickey before, when they were dating. Unwilling to share.
"You should run," he whispered against Mickey's mouth, his head buzzing, hunger gnawing at his stomach, and hands wandering up Mickey's back. To prove it would be a good idea to flee, Leon bit Mickey's lip, pricked the skin with his fangs and let blood flow, tongue sliding over the mark. A predator's gaze lifted and locked on Mickey's as the taste of his blood, the taste of the kiss he knew so well, filled his senses and made him aroused.