Tainting the Night [16b/?]
anonymous
January 4 2011, 01:05:13 UTC
“You love me,” he accused the Englishman.
“Wh-what?” Arthur exclaimed, springing back. “Of course I don't! I...” He stopped in his instinctive denial. “...Yes...” he muttered.
Alfred smiled and cupped Arthur's chin, drawing him closer. “I love you too,” he declared happily before bringing their mouths together again.
This time the kiss took place towards the front of Arthur's mouth. Alfred's tongue tangled with the vampire's, but it also slid along his fangs. The Englishman sighed contentedly into the kiss as his lover tongued his teeth. Arthur had never wanted to be a vampire, he hadn't really enjoyed it either, but it had let him meet Alfred...
In the back of his mind, Arthur was aware that he was growing steadily hungrier, but he ignored it until Alfred slid his tongue teasingly across the point of one of the Briton's fangs. The sharp tooth broke the skin and a drop of blood formed on the younger man's tongue, then it fell into the vampire's mouth.
As soon as Arthur tasted that mere drop of the blood he craved so strongly, he sought out the wound on the human's tongue and began to lap at it furiously. The vampire lost himself to his task of drawing blood out of the small injury with his own tongue. It wasn't until Alfred moaned into his mouth that Arthur realized what he was doing.
The Englishman abruptly jerked back, forcibly separating their tongues and putting distance between himself and the American's temptingly delicious blood. “Sorry,” he panted. “Your blood is so-” The vampire cut himself off as the very faint scent from the younger man's injury reached his sensitive nose. Alfred opened mouth to speak, but Arthur's hand quickly covered it. “You have to leave before I lose control,” he explained as he began pushing the other man off the bed. The Briton removed his hand as Alfred pulled his shoes on and began to leave.
“I'm sorry,” Arthur repeated as they made their way to the door. The American's crestfallen expression made the older man feel like had repeatedly kicked a puppy. “I love you,” he said softly as his boyfriend stepped into the hallway. Alfred turned around and placed a quick peck on the Englishman's cheek before he crossed the hall and disappeared into his own apartment.
Arthur's hand raised to the spot where the younger man had kissed him. “Dammit,” he cursed aloud as he went to the notebooks where he recorded all the results of his research. “Fucking bloodlust,” he swore, opening his current notebook and writing about Alfred recovering his memories. “I need help,” he muttered as he returned the notebook to its place.
----- I'm going to have a few updates about this length for the next couple days. Recaptcha: Irishmen, sproming. No, Captcha, Arthur isn't going to get help from an Irishman.
Re: Tainting the Night [16b/?]
anonymous
January 4 2011, 02:44:04 UTC
That was one of the sexiest kisses I've... er, "witnessed" sounds a bit odd xD; ANYway, I love your writing style, you manage to get ME to enjoy reading about vampires (a first! o.o)
I nearly squealed out loud when they admitted their feelings for one another. The lack of "le drama" at the revelation that Arthur's a vampire was really nice too 83 Can't help but worry over what Francis will say/do when he finds out... o.o;;
I'm so glad you're updating this fic, can't wait for more! 8D
Re: Tainting the Night [16b/?]
anonymous
January 4 2011, 04:15:18 UTC
I'm so glad for the update! I was thinking about this fill... just a few hours ago, so it kinda made my night.
I have to say, I'm glad Alfred knows Arthur's a vampire again, but if Francis finds out, he could try something worse than just errasing Alfred's memory, I'm nervous ;~;
“Wh-what?” Arthur exclaimed, springing back. “Of course I don't! I...” He stopped in his instinctive denial. “...Yes...” he muttered.
Alfred smiled and cupped Arthur's chin, drawing him closer. “I love you too,” he declared happily before bringing their mouths together again.
This time the kiss took place towards the front of Arthur's mouth. Alfred's tongue tangled with the vampire's, but it also slid along his fangs. The Englishman sighed contentedly into the kiss as his lover tongued his teeth. Arthur had never wanted to be a vampire, he hadn't really enjoyed it either, but it had let him meet Alfred...
In the back of his mind, Arthur was aware that he was growing steadily hungrier, but he ignored it until Alfred slid his tongue teasingly across the point of one of the Briton's fangs. The sharp tooth broke the skin and a drop of blood formed on the younger man's tongue, then it fell into the vampire's mouth.
As soon as Arthur tasted that mere drop of the blood he craved so strongly, he sought out the wound on the human's tongue and began to lap at it furiously. The vampire lost himself to his task of drawing blood out of the small injury with his own tongue. It wasn't until Alfred moaned into his mouth that Arthur realized what he was doing.
The Englishman abruptly jerked back, forcibly separating their tongues and putting distance between himself and the American's temptingly delicious blood. “Sorry,” he panted. “Your blood is so-” The vampire cut himself off as the very faint scent from the younger man's injury reached his sensitive nose. Alfred opened mouth to speak, but Arthur's hand quickly covered it. “You have to leave before I lose control,” he explained as he began pushing the other man off the bed. The Briton removed his hand as Alfred pulled his shoes on and began to leave.
“I'm sorry,” Arthur repeated as they made their way to the door. The American's crestfallen expression made the older man feel like had repeatedly kicked a puppy. “I love you,” he said softly as his boyfriend stepped into the hallway. Alfred turned around and placed a quick peck on the Englishman's cheek before he crossed the hall and disappeared into his own apartment.
Arthur's hand raised to the spot where the younger man had kissed him. “Dammit,” he cursed aloud as he went to the notebooks where he recorded all the results of his research. “Fucking bloodlust,” he swore, opening his current notebook and writing about Alfred recovering his memories. “I need help,” he muttered as he returned the notebook to its place.
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I'm going to have a few updates about this length for the next couple days. Recaptcha: Irishmen, sproming. No, Captcha, Arthur isn't going to get help from an Irishman.
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I nearly squealed out loud when they admitted their feelings for one another. The lack of "le drama" at the revelation that Arthur's a vampire was really nice too 83 Can't help but worry over what Francis will say/do when he finds out... o.o;;
I'm so glad you're updating this fic, can't wait for more! 8D
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I have to say, I'm glad Alfred knows Arthur's a vampire again, but if Francis finds out, he could try something worse than just errasing Alfred's memory, I'm nervous ;~;
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