[This is where it all balances, in the end. Trevor's on his lap, and on any other day, their pose together would involve far fewer close and many more fevered kisses, hands everywhere. But now Trevor only has one hand in his, the other is grounded around Vampire Killer. This too is an intimacy, but for all the wrong reasons.
And feeding like this always has carried intimacies, hasn't it? How many vampires search for the route of seduction as a part of the game of finding food, their hunt?
Alucard shoves the thought aside and lingers no longer. There is no warning when he leans in, no prelude. There is only a moment where his tongue presses against the skin of Trevor's shoulder, marking the spot, and then there are two razor sharp teeth that enter the flesh.
Alucard can't say anything. The hand that isn't holding Trevor's is hanging onto Trevor' side, keeping him steady and not daring to go beyond a light grasp.]
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[This is where it all balances, in the end. Trevor's on his lap, and on any other day, their pose together would involve far fewer close and many more fevered kisses, hands everywhere. But now Trevor only has one hand in his, the other is grounded around Vampire Killer. This too is an intimacy, but for all the wrong reasons.
And feeding like this always has carried intimacies, hasn't it? How many vampires search for the route of seduction as a part of the game of finding food, their hunt?
Alucard shoves the thought aside and lingers no longer. There is no warning when he leans in, no prelude. There is only a moment where his tongue presses against the skin of Trevor's shoulder, marking the spot, and then there are two razor sharp teeth that enter the flesh.
Alucard can't say anything. The hand that isn't holding Trevor's is hanging onto Trevor' side, keeping him steady and not daring to go beyond a light grasp.]