Mathias doesn't know how he remembers this, but he knows that he has not taken blood as he does now. With one hand gently stroking his hair, the other resting on his hip, soft murmurs of It's fine and take what you need. None of it has ever had Leon's voice or his impossible warmth, and none of it has ever involved the electric lights that are now in the bedroom. (Mathias also does not remember how he knows how to make electric lights, never mind lights with dimmer switches. That has bothered him for...he doesn't know how long. Which is also a problem.)
What he does know is that the horrible thing of want in him has subsided. The thing that demands blood and demands it now, demands that the source be so very human and so deeply warm. Mathias' own hands are resting on either side of Leon's midsection, and they'll be needed in just a moment to deal with the blood sprurt that will inevitably come now that he's taken his fill.
There's no noise from Leon as Mathias' fangs leave his throat, save a soft sigh. The fingers in his hair loosen, and soon enough the whole of Mathias' hand is resting upon Leon's neck. What should be an absolute drenching of blood does not come. There's the scent of iron in the air, there's dampness, and when Mathias moves his hand the worst of the bite is healed.
Narrowed eyes meet Leon's, and the explanation is a very soft, "There have been some changes."
There's an undercurrent there, the one that begs Mathias not to ask further. The begging continues in Leon's eyes, and they stare back with not just that horrible pleading, but a far away sadness that is most certainly wrong on every level.
They're still entwined though, and the hand in Mathias hair tries to tug him not only closer, but down.
"Don't be stupid," is the response that Mathias gives, his hand leading Leon's neck so that he can press his face there instead. Press a kiss to the lingering fang marks, cold breath brushing against warm skin. "It'll be easier to sit up right for a time."
It's vampiric hearing that means Leon's utterance of, "Of course, my best love," is clear as a kiss is pressed to the top of Mathias' head. "We'll stay like this then."
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What he does know is that the horrible thing of want in him has subsided. The thing that demands blood and demands it now, demands that the source be so very human and so deeply warm. Mathias' own hands are resting on either side of Leon's midsection, and they'll be needed in just a moment to deal with the blood sprurt that will inevitably come now that he's taken his fill.
There's no noise from Leon as Mathias' fangs leave his throat, save a soft sigh. The fingers in his hair loosen, and soon enough the whole of Mathias' hand is resting upon Leon's neck. What should be an absolute drenching of blood does not come. There's the scent of iron in the air, there's dampness, and when Mathias moves his hand the worst of the bite is healed.
Narrowed eyes meet Leon's, and the explanation is a very soft, "There have been some changes."
There's an undercurrent there, the one that begs Mathias not to ask further. The begging continues in Leon's eyes, and they stare back with not just that horrible pleading, but a far away sadness that is most certainly wrong on every level.
They're still entwined though, and the hand in Mathias hair tries to tug him not only closer, but down.
"Don't be stupid," is the response that Mathias gives, his hand leading Leon's neck so that he can press his face there instead. Press a kiss to the lingering fang marks, cold breath brushing against warm skin. "It'll be easier to sit up right for a time."
It's vampiric hearing that means Leon's utterance of, "Of course, my best love," is clear as a kiss is pressed to the top of Mathias' head. "We'll stay like this then."