in a moment we're lost in passion
dancing with this chemical attraction
He had been so utterly certain of that threat upon Matteo's lips to pull out those sharpened incisors with a pair of pliers. Despite Dorian's assurances that it was little more than a dream, Sebastian had known otherwise. He had avoided his father-in-law after that as best as he could, the Englishman so strictly upholding that overly polite demeanor within the elder fae's presence. It was that altogether vague memory, combined with Arlo's assurance that the evening had been....drastically different that had prompted Sebastian's need to know. That slight nod of agreement at least helped to reassure the vampire he'd hardly imagined those miniscule bits he did remember of that evening. The corner of his lips twitched downwards ever so slightly, Sebastian entirely uncertain if Matteo would jest on ripping out his teeth. After all, he fully believed the fae capable of it, particularly with Alexander at his side. "He should, he's probably killed more vampires then either of us have met in our lifetime." Sebastian commented, altogether aware of the very 'vibe' of sorts that Matteo exuded. For a fae who appeared so...placid, there was an intensity about him that both vampires had clearly noticed.
Neither man, however, lingered long upon the thought, particularly not when there was still far more of that tale. That distinct smugness upon Arlo's features hardly boded well for Sebastian and yet the Englishman could hardly help that unimpressed glance upon his face as Arlo tossed his empty bear can onto the coffee table. Sebastian was thoroughly unprepared, however, for that story of how Matteo had offered him blood, much less the liberties that he'd taken with that proposition. God, how he wished he could have remembered dosing his father-in-law with his own venom! He should have given the fae more...that thought, however, was interrupted by Arlo's insistence of those words the Englishman had spoken - the very words prompting a look of utter panic upon his features. That laughter upon Arlo's lips immediately made Sebastian suspicious, that further mention that they'd been speaking French brought an audible groan to his lips as he insisted that Arlo hardly would have understood any of that conversation if it had been in French! They could have been discussing the weather for all Arlo knew!
That dubious stare was one Sebastian returned with equal levels of skepticism, even in spite of that snort Arlo had given him. Truly, he could hardly fathom Arlo managing a foreign groupie at all, especially considering how his human life had been an addled world of drugs and alcohol. That French from his lips, albeit with an altogether terrible accent, surprised the Englishman. "Bloody hell." He muttered, finally accepting that...perhaps he...might have told Matteo exactly all that he desired to do both with and to the fae. "The other stuff?" He inquired, the crystalline hue of his gaze returning to his companion as Arlo held his hand up to demonstrate just how close the two had been. Admittedly, a distinctly Incubus part of Sebastian wished he had kissed Matteo - if only to just taste him. An almost wistful sigh left Sebastian's lips, his fingers rose to his own lips as he contemplated both that taste of near heavenly blood he couldn't remember and the kiss he hadn't stolen. It was unlikely, he knew, that he'd ever get a chance quite like that one and yet...he could most certainly dream of it. His gaze turned back towards his companion as he inquired what that blood smelled like, as if the description of it might somehow prompt those memories to return.
He watched, knowingly, as Arlo's tongue brushed over his own sharpened canines. Sebastian was, perhaps, as guilty of such an action anytime he considered that prospect of feeding. It was something only their kind could truly understand, that feeling of fangs within flesh and that sweet, glorious taste they so needed. His head bobbed in complete understanding of that metallic taste Arlo spoke of. That flavor was usually temporary before his vampiric half could taste the rich discreet notes of each individual's unique blood. That very idea that Matteo was merely a more intense flavor then his own husband was enough to prompt a soft groan of regret from his lips. God, what he would not have given to taste that! "I don't know how I did either." Sebastian admitted, the Englishman's control was...uniquely steadfast and yet...had he been free of Arlo's venom would he have possessed the same discipline? Or perhaps he would have given into those Incubus desires irregardless of Matteo's sexuality or his relation to the fae. Sex, after all, was quite synonmyous to blood for the vampire.
That saliva had already begun to pool within his mouth as those fantasies fluttered across his thoughts. Arlo seemed to know exactly where his mind lingered, the younger vampire commenting after how akin to a soap opera it would be to cheat on his husband with his father-in-law. Sebastian was quick to rebuke such a comment with a prompt 'shut up' and yet...oh what he would not have given to have both father and son within his bed! How the very thought could so stir the beginnings of that want in him. He, however, was hardly the only one with such needs, the very memory of such prompted the Englishman to rise to his feet. He meandered towards Arlo's new kitchen table, pulling out a dining room table only to place it in the middle of the room at a distance away from any other object that he viewed sufficient. His insistence that it would hurt for just a moment hardly seemed to reassure the other vampire and yet, this was what Arlo wanted, wasn't it? He gestured slightly towards the chair as Sebastian took up his place behind it, his hands settled on either side of the back of it.
Whatever reservations that Arlo had, however, hardly seemed enough to hold the vampire back. He watched as Arlo rose from his place, just in time for Sebastian to comment on Arlo's pants. The vampire's insistence that he was leaving his boxers on prompted a rise of the Englishman's brow. "Arlo, I've already seen everything you have to offer...besides...you're going to want to start touching yourself." He informed the vampire, well aware of how his venom would affect his companion. It was that comment of making out with him that prompted a chuckle upon Sebastian's lips, that hard boundary one that the Englishman was willing to respect. "I will keep that in mind." He responded, watching as Arlo's fingers moved towards his jeans. His gaze trailed over his friend's figure as the younger vampire pushed his pants down, tossing them over the back of the couch. (I originally typed cat here and it immensely amused me xD) Sebastian waited as Arlo strode across the living room, only to settle into the kitchen chair. Gingerly, his hand shifted from the back of the chair towards Arlo's shoulder, the vampire entirely aware of that tautness to his companion's frame. He said little of it, however, as he bent over, his lips brushing against the tender slope of Arlo's neck.
That singular sensation was all that was necessary for the vampire to flinch, a feeling Sebastian was very much aware of. Arlo's voice interrupted any further actions Sebastian might have made, the Englishman simply sighing in response. "No, Arlo. I haven't done anything yet." He muttered, his breath undeniably warm against the vampire's cold skin. Slowly, Sebastian straightened as he glanced down at his friend. This...wasn't going to work. "You need to relax." The Incubus continued, his other hand falling upon his friend's shoulder as he worked diligently to massage the strained muscles there. This, admittedly, was hardly much different then his days as a concubine. Getting his client's comfortable had been a necessary part of the job, particularly when they were new to it. "Close your eyes." Sebastian instructed, already reaching for his own affinity, it was remarkably easy, after all, to manipulate his companion's pheromones just a touch, just enough to provoke some minute level of want - a want for those hands upon him, a want for that soft sensation of his lips. It was a delicate balance, provoking such a desire without crossing into the level of lust he so often prompted in his victims. It was only once he felt that slow easing of Arlo's shoulders that he again leaned down, pressing his lips slowly against Arlo's neck in an almost tender trail of kisses, Sebastian diligently searching for that vein he desired and the best place upon Arlo's skin to bite.