[ As their hearts beat as one Alucard felt something in Dorian's soul resonate with his own. A feeling of alienation from their fathers, words said in anger veiled under composure and disdain. Rejection, exile and a repressed desire to do better, to be better. Perhaps doing so would earn forgiveness, would have earnt forgiveness in Alucard's case.
He had to push that thought out of his mind entirely.
His old bedroom with shattered mirrors. A broken bedpost. Trembling hands. Blood. So much black-red vampire blood. And tears, alone in the dark.
He buried that memory deeper than his coffin.
Now a single tear, discoloured with a bloodred hue, rolled down from the corner of his eye, down his cheek quickly to linger on his sharp jawline. He hadn't realised this had happened, however, as his immediate thoughts were all on Dorian's blood. Its rich, sweet vigor blurring bad memories, replacing them with pleasure.
He had made sure not to sink his teeth in too deeply, so when he sensed that the flow of blood was beginning to slow he gave one final suck and released the tender, raw skin. He had meant to sit up at this point but as a delightful, irresistible ring of blood drops, like rubies, blossomed on his chest Alucard couldn't stop himself from dragging his tongue through them. Eyes open and locked on Dorian's. ]
Exquisite.
[ There were so many more words for it, for the exchange, but for now that one would have to do.
He sat up, noticeably tilting his head into Dorian's hand. He allowed himself to enjoy the touch in a sublime, quiet moment; eyes closed and expression relaxed. In all his years he had never felt so connected with another person, if this was all the poison's doing he hoped to God that it was permanent.
Eyes opened again, half-lidded and subdued, as he began to focus properly on that belt buckle which he now opened with ease followed by undoing his trousers and opening them into a revealing V shape. He saw the bulge and his breathing became a little strained, heavier, of course he was besotted with Dorian but the very hard realisation of this being his first time washed over him like hot rain.
Dorian was almost naked at this point while Alucard still hadn't so much as taken off a boot. ]
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He had to push that thought out of his mind entirely.
His old bedroom with shattered mirrors. A broken bedpost. Trembling hands. Blood. So much black-red vampire blood. And tears, alone in the dark.
He buried that memory deeper than his coffin.
Now a single tear, discoloured with a bloodred hue, rolled down from the corner of his eye, down his cheek quickly to linger on his sharp jawline. He hadn't realised this had happened, however, as his immediate thoughts were all on Dorian's blood. Its rich, sweet vigor blurring bad memories, replacing them with pleasure.
He had made sure not to sink his teeth in too deeply, so when he sensed that the flow of blood was beginning to slow he gave one final suck and released the tender, raw skin. He had meant to sit up at this point but as a delightful, irresistible ring of blood drops, like rubies, blossomed on his chest Alucard couldn't stop himself from dragging his tongue through them. Eyes open and locked on Dorian's. ]
Exquisite.
[ There were so many more words for it, for the exchange, but for now that one would have to do.
He sat up, noticeably tilting his head into Dorian's hand. He allowed himself to enjoy the touch in a sublime, quiet moment; eyes closed and expression relaxed. In all his years he had never felt so connected with another person, if this was all the poison's doing he hoped to God that it was permanent.
Eyes opened again, half-lidded and subdued, as he began to focus properly on that belt buckle which he now opened with ease followed by undoing his trousers and opening them into a revealing V shape. He saw the bulge and his breathing became a little strained, heavier, of course he was besotted with Dorian but the very hard realisation of this being his first time washed over him like hot rain.
Dorian was almost naked at this point while Alucard still hadn't so much as taken off a boot. ]