[So Alucard is dragged along by a necromancer. He can't say that he expected such a thing to happen, but he's not expected a lot of things to happen in life. This is a lesser surprise.
But he licks his way into Hector's mouth with a composed steadiness, plenty aware of his own fangs and where Trevor falls in relation to them. It's not unpleasant at all, but the sudden grab has thrown the vampire off balance. His palm rests just on the outside of Hector's thigh in order to support himself at the current angle, the other hand just behind Hector's head and dangling off the back of the couch.
Hector's hell bent on going for the fangs though. Alucard, if he could think right now, would glom onto why but that isn't happening. Thinking he means, because the only thing that's taking up his vision is Hector and--
--oh, that's definitely blood in Alucard's mouth.]
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But he licks his way into Hector's mouth with a composed steadiness, plenty aware of his own fangs and where Trevor falls in relation to them. It's not unpleasant at all, but the sudden grab has thrown the vampire off balance. His palm rests just on the outside of Hector's thigh in order to support himself at the current angle, the other hand just behind Hector's head and dangling off the back of the couch.
Hector's hell bent on going for the fangs though. Alucard, if he could think right now, would glom onto why but that isn't happening. Thinking he means, because the only thing that's taking up his vision is Hector and--
--oh, that's definitely blood in Alucard's mouth.]