He was a clever boy, even under the effects of V, and it seemed a shame that he would have to wipe his memories of all that happened in the end, but matters had already been decided. Still, there was something delightful about letting the boy think he was in control - at least a little. Something told him he didn't know anything about glamours, and he had no reason to enlighten him yet.
"You think I'm telling you these things because I'm going to kill you?" he asked, still holding out on that kiss, and then he dipped the rest of the way and slid into it, all sharp teeth and blood that was as much his own as Uryuu's, and the boy tasted like liquid electricity, a buzz across the top of his tongue that made him gasp, an utter sweetness to that blood that he had tasted in no creature before, and he had drunk the blood of fairies. If they were sweet, then this was ambrosia, and for a moment he considered just tearing back and plunging his fangs deep into Uryuu's throat, drinking his hearts blood deep and fast, but then he would have a dead man on his hands - and worse, the dead boyfriend of one of his streetrunners. Shikamaru could be glamoured, but if he came to investigate Uryuu's disappearance, there would be no escape, and a good vampire knew when to cut his losses.
So he would instead be delicate, and enjoy the taste but not become drunk on it, and otherwise take what was Shikamaru's in a way that the other man would never discover. Why not, when Uryuu was so very willing?
He broke from the kiss with a sigh, and licked the last of the blood from his lips, savouring it. The mark on his chest healed before Uryuu now, turning to clean, pale skin as quickly as it had burned.
"Do you like being under me, or would you rather--" A quick movement, vampire fast, and he was on his back. He finished: "Be on top? Ah, you like that, don't you? Show me how much."
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"You think I'm telling you these things because I'm going to kill you?" he asked, still holding out on that kiss, and then he dipped the rest of the way and slid into it, all sharp teeth and blood that was as much his own as Uryuu's, and the boy tasted like liquid electricity, a buzz across the top of his tongue that made him gasp, an utter sweetness to that blood that he had tasted in no creature before, and he had drunk the blood of fairies. If they were sweet, then this was ambrosia, and for a moment he considered just tearing back and plunging his fangs deep into Uryuu's throat, drinking his hearts blood deep and fast, but then he would have a dead man on his hands - and worse, the dead boyfriend of one of his streetrunners. Shikamaru could be glamoured, but if he came to investigate Uryuu's disappearance, there would be no escape, and a good vampire knew when to cut his losses.
So he would instead be delicate, and enjoy the taste but not become drunk on it, and otherwise take what was Shikamaru's in a way that the other man would never discover. Why not, when Uryuu was so very willing?
He broke from the kiss with a sigh, and licked the last of the blood from his lips, savouring it. The mark on his chest healed before Uryuu now, turning to clean, pale skin as quickly as it had burned.
"Do you like being under me, or would you rather--" A quick movement, vampire fast, and he was on his back. He finished: "Be on top? Ah, you like that, don't you? Show me how much."