Fics like you are something i should do without

It’s been a handful of days, and quite honestly, Liam is content to spend the rest of eternity lying in bed watching Zayn smoke a cigarette, standing naked by the open window while it rains. There’s a sated warmth that sits underneath Liam’s skin as he lays there, watching Zayn, blinking his eyes closed like sleep will take him. It doesn’t; he’s too keyed up even though every part of his spent body aches when he moves. Liam sits up and Zayn turns to look at him. He’s a mess, but it’s lovely; his hair is askew, marks all over his body, made by Liam’s mouth and his teeth, he’s covered in sweat and come and there’s a smear of blood on his chest and— Something possessive bubbles up inside of Liam. Mine. He doesn’t quite know what to do with that feeling, the need to have Zayn right by his side, lying there, breathing softly as he sleeps, or humming dirty songs in the kitchen as he forces himself to make breakfast or lunch, or talking with that voice and that lilt of an accent that makes his words sound colorful. Liam doesn’t know what to do with that need. or; Liam's a vampire and Zayn doesn't remember anything.

Fics like you are something i should do without

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