Sawyer finds that he wasn't completely ready for the feeling of the other's bite. He grabs at him as if to steady himself. Bishop's words echo in his mind and he wants to believe it but everything in him reminds him he can't trust, he can't believe anything that anyone says. He'll never be safe but he wants to be and this seems like his best choice, his best chance.

He gasps softly, lips parter at the claiming bite. He's been bitten before but not this way, not with this intent. It's different, it's overwhelming and terrifying and ... warm. As Bishop bites him, presses closer it feels, holds him more firmly his scent is even stronger and Sawyer bites his bottom lip to hold back a cry. Shockingly, to him, it doesn't just hurt, there's pleasure there too.