Rich text editor, I will cheerfully murder you in your sleep. :D
“You don’t trust me,” Goku concluded, glumly.
Sanzo rolled his eyes. “I don’t trust you,” he agreed, “because you’re a vampire who hasn’t had a proper meal in a couple millennia, and I’m the idiot who told you how to unlock the collar of his suit.”
Goku made an affronted noise. “If I was so hungry I couldn’t help myself, don’t you think I would have tried something by now?”
“You’re tempted.”
Goku had no grounds on which to deny it, considering that his gaze had indeed fallen to the protective collar which hid the hot, rich flow of blood through Sanzo’s carotid arteries. Seeming to realize this, he quickly dragged his eyes back up to meet the human’s incisive glare.
“You tasted good,” Goku admitted, a bit helplessly, but unrepentant all the same. “Really, really good, even though it was just a leaking wound, so of course it only made me want you more.”
His aura seemed to pulse along the ambit of Sanzo’s awareness, feeling not so much like an involuntary response to the topic of Sanzo’s blood as it did a deliberate caress.
“I want to sink my fangs into your throat. I want to hold you, Sanzo, and let your heart pump your young, thick blood into my mouth.” Goku pressed his fingertips to that voracious mouth, almost sheepishly, and Sanzo, to his dismay, found he couldn’t look away.
“I want to drink from you slowly, to make it last, to make sure you enjoy it as much as I do.”
“En-enjoy--” Sanzo stumbled over the word indignantly, his voice less steady, less derisive, than he would have liked. He angrily fought down the flush of heat that flared at the sight of Goku’s tongue as it grazed those fingertips, as if tasting his inevitable surrender already. The Kevlar-reinforced leather of Sanzo’s suit creaked as his hands tightened on the motorcycle’s grips.
“I would never drink from you unless you said I could, Sanzo.” A sly grin with the hint of fangs crept over Goku’s face. “But you’d definitely enjoy it.”
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