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It was that hesitation in his lover that so saw the Fae King move to follow the vampires gaze towards that wall and the bloodied handprint the man had so accidentally left upon it. One more thing to clean, it seemed, Dorian so daring to cast his gaze back to what was left of his living room with a look of defeat. Sebastian's gaze however, remained fixated upon the bloodied print as if afflicted by some consideration the Fae King could hardly fathom in that moment. Dorian having little idea of what seemed to shift his lovers focus or that internal fear within the man that, this time, he might fail to stop as he had never done before. Those softly whispered words were barely heard by the Monarch, Dorian's features frowning just slightly, unsure as to whether he had truly heard them correctly or not. Any attempt to ask Sebastian further upon them however was lost in the wake of the vampire's control so finally seeming to give way beneath the insurmountable pressure of this evening as a whole. In all those times Sebastian had fed from him before he had never been quite so ardent as this, this bite so seemed to present itself with an urgency unlike any other, all four of those sharpened fangs biting suddenly into his flesh- catching the Fae unaware as the pain of that invasion momentarily saw him flinch and yet- as it always did- that venom so flooded his system almost instantly. The addition of those bottom fangs resulting in a veritable overload of that pleasurable sensation.

Dorian was entirely assured in that moment that the whole room had spun, those sounds of bliss so pulled from his throat unbidden as his fingers found their way to the waistband of his Consorts jeans, pulling him abruptly closer as his other hand remained nestled in those dirty blonde locks. He had been entirely pinned down by the vampire as he fed before and yet even that had not held the same urgency as this. Dorian's own perhaps hidden power having failed to be called into play in....months. After all, those feelings of possession already existed and too- his utter trust of his lover assured that no part of the man instinctive or otherwise had seen any need of late to remind him to release. Tonight however, it seemed that guarding power held perhaps a little less faith in the vampire. His affinity so twisted about Sebastian in those final moments to tug those desires of protection well above the surface of any lust for blood, until that possessive edge that so seemed to personify vampires as a species was by far the most dominating feeling within the man. Dorian so increasing that desire that already existed within his lover until Sebastian's lips final pulled away from him and his tongue sealed that wound. The vampire having taken far more then he usually did. Dorian, for the first time, left feeling lightheaded. This, however, was hardly enough to stop his lips finding his boyfriends own in a brief, stolen kiss- Dorian hardly caring for the blood upon them before he finally stepped away. Sebastian, at last, looking more as the man he remembered.

It was a matter of cleaning then, Dorian setting about removing as much of that blood from the room as he could with a bucket of water and a damp cloth (this the most domestic thing he had ever done, so much so he had required Sebastian watch him clean something if only so they had proof Dorian had but done it at least once). The Fae wandering into the stairwell to clean up that bloodied trail the pair had made in turn before assisting Sebastian in further working on Vhalla's wounds. His clothing was dutifully handed to the vampire then to be added to Sebastian's own within that washing device before the pair made their way to the shower and Vhalla's bloodied handprint could at last be washed away from his cheek. It was very near an hour after the sun had actually reason that the pair, finally, tumbled in some haphazard fashion into Dorians own bed. The Fae King asleep within a matter of mere moments, the man failing to stir at all throughout the day, his body exhausted and spent from feeding Sebastian in turn. Indeed, it was not until well into the next night that he finally woke and yet he had little desire to get up at all. His lover so seeming to share that desire for laziness tonight as Sebastian's head rested atop his chest, Dorians arms wrapped about the man in that affectionate fashion as the vampire spoke in those whispered words before they were abruptly silenced- Sebastian announcing the approaching woman. A sigh falling from the Fae's own lips.

"I can make us both invisible, although I suspect she knows we are here all the same."

There was a distinct note of tease to his own whispered words. Dorian yawing once more before assuring those sheets covered them both. It was one thing to have a woman within the bedroom when they were both still within bed, it was entirely another for a woman to catch sight of two naked men- if she had to see them he would rather she did with a well-placed sheet so preventing her seeing too much. Even if she was the cause of their clothing so being absent. Dorian had but barely nestled back into those sheets, Sebastian's head returning to his chest when his door was very near flung open- the girl all but falling into the room in a flurry of angry words. She had not, Dorian was sure, ever entered his room quietly in her life. Tonight however, he was far too tired to berate her lack of lady-like behavior. Sebastian affording her an answer as Dorian merely frowned at her use of the word 'fuck' so early in the evening. His own voice holding those notes of tiredness.

"You ruined the lounge room too when you scorched a perfectly good couch. Please try not to move about so much or you will hurt yourself again and you are a poor patient. Perhaps you should consider retiring to bed and resting your wound?"

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