in a moment we're lost in passion
dancing with this chemical attraction
The crystalline hue of his irises turned upwards at the sound of his name, the vampire hardly anticipating that inquiry of the intricacies of his venom. A clear hint of suspicion crossed his masculine features, the Englishman immediately suspicious why Arlo was so inquisitive. Admittedly, he should have seen it coming, Arlo's desire to utilize his own venom to fulfill those needs that had left unattended to for so very long. His brow rose as he contemplated what Arlo was asking of him. It was hardly out of the realm of possibility, Sebastian entirely certain he could push Arlo over that brink regardless of the man's heterosexual tendencies without so much as a single intimate touch. His tongue brushed briefly over his bottom lip before Sebastian insisted it would take far more than a 'nip' to bring Arlo that level of satisfaction that he desired. He watched as Arlo's lips twisted into a frown, that answer clearly not one he had anticipated though truly, what had Arlo expected? One bite and he'd be finished? Even Sebastian didn't have that power. Hell, Arlo had watched him feed before, surely he knew this?
Sebastian leaned forward, placing his beer upon the coffee table between them. He rose to his feet, fully intending to fulfill his companion's more intimate needs. Admittedly, he had contemplated Arlo's offer for the vampire's own venom. After all, it wasn't often that Sebastian indulged in the same vices he'd once so liberally partaken in. Those drugs and alcohol that once ran through his system on a nightly basis had become near non-existent within his life. Surely it wouldn't be bad to enjoy that liberation Arlo could offer him in return, no? The last thing he expected, however, was not only Arlo's refusal but too, that comment of what he'd been like with 'that french fae dude'. Immediately Sebastian halted in his tracks, his crystalline gaze left staring intensely at his companion as his brain slowly placed together those fragmented memories. He remembered, of course, the evening Matteo had interrupted his inspection of documents Arlo had brought over. He remembered the Frenchman asking for their venom and offering his arm to Arlo...but everything after was a veritable blur. Had...something happened with Matteo? Something he didn't remember?
Abruptly, the Englishman moved around the table, settling upon the edge of it and immediately in front of Arlo. He was nothing if not steadfast in his demand to know what had happened that night, promising his own sort of reward if Arlo gave him every detail of that evening that had been seemingly erased from his memory. That surprise upon Arlo's features hardly went unnoticed, his companion's inquiry almost expected and yet Sebastian was quick to shake his head. "No, not really. I think...I think I remember Matteo wanted to take my fangs but Dorian insisted it was merely a dream." That distinctly skeptical look upon his features surely gave away what he thought of that - after all, both he and Arlo knew well that vampires didn't dream. They died. There was a distinct difference. That near smug simper upon his companion's face, however, hardly boded well for the vampire. Sebastian, in those moments after, content to provide his friend with a distinctly unimpressed look. When it came to his father-in-law, he had little interest in their usual lighthearted jesting.
He paid distinctly little heed to the beer can tossed onto the table, the crystalline blue of his gaze entirely steadfast upon his companion. Sebastian's brows furrowed at the very idea of Matteo even so much as offering to allow his fangs to touch his skin. That look of contemplation, however, rapidly turned into a look of surprise as Arlo insisted Sebastian had grabbed Matteo only to bite his neck! He certainly didn't remember that. That astonishment, however, was quickly replaced by a look more akin to complete panic as Arlo continued, informing him of what exactly he had told Matteo. "Oh, bollocks!" He insisted, hardly believing his companion, certainly not when Arlo was laughing at him! He was jesting, surely! It was that insistence that they were speaking French that prompted an audible groan from his lips. "Arlo! We could have been saying anything then! How do you know I said that to him?!" His brow rose, the Englishman hardly believing Arlo would have even understood the words 'I want to fuck you' in French even if he said them here and now! An audible sigh left his lips as Arlo informed him of his apparent decision to fall in love with the sofa and yet...even he was...disappointed not remembering the taste of Matteo against his lips. Slowly, his fingers rose to brush against his mouth, his gaze shifted from his companion in vague contemplation of those memories that felt just out of reach. God, what he wouldn't give to remember what that night! To remember the taste of that Frenchman that he did, admittedly, so want to fuck.
"I can't believe I got to taste it either." Sebastian lamented after a moment, only for his gaze to turn back towards Arlo. "What did it smell like?" Maybe...maybe if he smelled the flavor, the taste of it would come rushing back? Not that he doubted Matteo would let him sniff his blood either. How likely would it be that he'd ever get that chance again? His thoughts, however, were interrupted by Arlo's notion of cheating on Dorian with Matteo. Even he knew how utterly unforgivable such an act would be, regardless of how many times it had....sort of...kind of crossed his mind. "Oh shut up, Arlo." He retorted and yet, even he could not deny just how utterly...attractive Matteo was, his son clearly receiving a great deal of those genetics, much to Sebastian's delight. Still, how...delightful the idea was of having both father and son, taboo though it might have been.
It was that thought that remained upon his mind as Arlo questioned again after that bite. He stood with a vague nod, only to meander towards the kitchen table. "It'll only hurt the first bite, and only for a little bit." He pulled out one of the dining room chairs, depositing it several feet from the table if only to give both men the room necessary for what they intended to do. "Come sit here, you might want to take your pants off...unless you intend to...finish in them." His brow arched as he moved to stand behind the chair, his hands settled on each side, clearly awaiting Arlo. That very thought of Matteo and Dorian upon his mind already made that venom quick to rush to his mouth, his saliva already tainted with that distinct flavor he knew so well - one that was all, uniquely Sebastian.