A/n
This is gonna be a bit of a long chapter.
And also actual TomTord. Fluff.

(Tord's POV)
Tom's been acting strange. And not the drunk kind of strange either. In fact, I haven't seen him drink in a few days. No, he looks exhausted. Like he hasn't slept at all. I hope he's okay. Wait, no. Why am I even concerned? We hate each other! Right?

When he was resting from being stabbed, I heard him talking to himself when I got Edd. Even weirder, I heard hushed whispers respond to him. It was not normal. Lately when I get too close to him, he growls like an animal. Who does that? I can't even watch T.V. without him growling. He's even been growling at Edd and Matt.

Another thing, he can tell if I get close without even looking. If I go up behind him silently, he growls and gets away. He's getting more and more animalistic. I've tried bringing it up to him, but he ignores me and walks away. He hasn't been eating either. I've kept track of what he does. This time, I have an experiment.

I went to his room to find the door closed as usual. I try listening at it, sometimes I hear him talking to himself before he notices my presence. It's pretty much quiet aside from him shuffling around his room. I turn the doorknob, hearing the shuffling come to an abrupt stop. Opening the door, I see Tom frozen on the floor in front of his mirror.

"What do you want commie?" Huh, his voice was weird for a second. Almost like it was duotone.
"You haven't been out of your room for a while, we're worried about you," I say as I walk in his room. He pushes himself away from me. I get closer. He pushes himself into the wall.
"Ever since you got stabbed, you've been acting weird. Care to explain?"
"What's there to explain?" He said, more nervous at how close I'm getting. I'm standing right in front of him. He's shaking a bit now with fear in the dark pits of his eye sockets.

I reach out my hand and place it on top of his head, petting it like before. He starts to calm down and purrs at the contact. He didn't even stop me. Interesting. He looks pretty adorable—wAIT A SECOND. I stop and ask,
"Explain why you're purring," he snaps out of his trance with his eyes widening and whispers something underneath his breath.

"I- uh- well- it's kinda hard to explain-" He stutters while his face was growing red. I smirk and cup his cheek. He immediately nuzzles into my hand, purring again. He melts into the petting. His eyes are closed and he looks relaxed. Realizing what he was doing, his eyelids shoot open and he immediately pushes me away.

"Nonono, don't do that! I don't want to go to sleep," he said in a panic. Go to sleep? He doesn't want to sleep? I reach to pet him again. He lets out a growl and in a flash, sinks his teeth into my non-robotic hand.
"OW!" I yell, "WHAT THE FUCK WITNESS?!" My hand is bleeding a bit now. That little shit.

(Tom's POV)

Shit. I lick my canines and taste blood. I didn't mean to bite him. It was sorta just...instinct? He got too close anyway. How dare he pet me? The blood tastes pretty good, though. I want more. More blood. More blood and I'll stop being hungry. I look at Tord with a hungry look in my 'eyes'. He's instantly looking scared. Good, he should be. I pounce on him and bite the first place I see, his neck.

Warning: Hint if something sexual. Sort of?

Sitting on his stomach, I pin him down to the floor. I lean down. My teeth sink into his delicate flesh and he yelps from the pain. A yelp? That's not enough for me. I lick the fresh bite wound, tasting the delicious blood that's pouring out. I bite in another spot and instead of a yelp, I get a moan? I stop and look at him, confused. His face is red from embarrassment. Wait, what am I doing? Was I bloodthirsty just now? Where..am..I? My thoughts are interrupted by Tord petting me on my head again. I fall on top of him with a fwump. This feels amazing. It's warm and comforting. Like I'm sitting near a campfire. I feel a small pain on top of my head, but who cares? It's too comfortable. I let out happy purrs. Tord's hand moves around my head, making me purr more. I nuzzle into him, effectively cuddling him.

(3rd person)

Tord rubbed his hand around, hoping that it would keep Tom calm. While Tom was letting out low purrs, Tord's hand felt something hard and pointed on his head. He rubbed the pointed thing between his thumb and index finger a bit. Tom immediately stopped purring and yelped. He slapped Tord's hand away and rolled off of him. He was coming to his senses and he crawled under his bed and growled.
"G-get the fuck out commie!"
Tord, slightly afraid of getting attacked again, left the room quickly. Before he left, he noticed Tom's face was flushed with red.

(Tord's POV)

Uh...experiment success?