[ hilariously, there's some furniture missing from the apartment: tables. for whatever reason, there are no tables. which is for an absolutely stupid reason. but, that said, alucard is helpfully coming back from work just now, and slips into the apartment after alfred.
he's not surprised to see the other man, but does cant his head a little and smile at him. ]
Alfred. [ a beat passes: if he'd heard his comment with his vampire hearing, he doesn't let on. ] --Before you ask, I know the tables are gone. They broke during ill-advised arm wrestling matches.
[Alfred won't judge Alucard on his lack of tables. But mostly because now that he's seen his friend is lacking, the vampire will have a visit from a furniture delivery man later on with a new table.
He just smiles slightly and shakes his head. He tries very hard not to look at Alucard's fangs and wonder. No means no.] I swear one of you was born in a barn. I'm going to have to get you a Get Along Shirt, ain't I? [He doesn't mean it. Alucard is basically his best friend here. He's happy for the man, that he has someone like Anderson to give his life focus again.] Don't worry none about the shopping. You'll have a new dining room set by tomorrow.
I'm thinking a nice sturdy wood might stand up to you two and your horseplay a bit better. You like mahogany or oak better? I'll pop by the furniture place on me way to Fangstacy. [He tries to make it sound normal. Like he's stopping by the pub and not a den of vampries looking for answers and maybe a vampire willing to give him his first bite.]
I was born in a castle, Alfred, but I can't speak for the priest.
[ he's smiling a bit though, head canting aside, so it's clear he's joking. he snorts about the idea of a get along shirt though, lips twisting up further. ]
Come now, what kind of shirt could contain us both? [ then he waves a hand slighly. ] Don't worry after the furniture, it's my own fault so I should tend to it, right? Take responsibility for my own stupidity. But god, he was being so insufferable about losing our fight in the arena. I beat him in arm wrestling too. [ blandly. ] But then he beat me in wrestling...
[ there's something oddly fond there, but he turns his attention fully to alfred again at the mention of the club, lofting an eyebrow slightly and crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Are you looking for a new vampire companion? Am I boring you, Alfred?
[ he's teasing, but there's still a sense of possessiveness there, of proprietary want just there under his skin. alfred is his friend, after all, and the vampire club is just rife with those with fetishes-- ]
Right. Crown prince and all. But one of you was. Christ. Soon you'll have no furniture in the house with the way you go on.
[It's so fond. He cares. He cares for them both. And he's honestly glad they are getting on as well as they are.] Maybe I should tell him then, the real secret to defeating you soundly. But I think I'll keep that one to meself.
[His teasing turns to guilt. He suddenly can't look at Alucard. The vampire told him no. He shouldn't push. He shouldn't ask again.]
No! Never. It's just...I went to a charity event. I played servant for the night. It was nice. But I ended up watching it. [He reaches and unconsciously rubs the side of his neck] It looked like it felt amazing. The human seemed to really enjoy it be the vampire looked so sated after. [He finally looks up ] what's wrong with me, Alucard. Every time I offer, I'm told no. Is it because I'm English? Or does older blood taste bad?
[A pause and maybe a bit of an accusation] You wouldn't have anything to do with it, would you?
[ wry. he knows he's being teased, and about the secret to defeating him-- he smiles, shaking his head. ]
He'd be disappointed he didn't figure it out himself.
[ and then, well--he listens, and while he's still awful and proprietary, it's not really much of an excuse but he supposes he understands. though as alfred continues he frowns, shaking his head again, looking surprised if nothing else. ]
I--Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but I only refused because you'd just been heavily drugged. Not only would it have been bad for you, it could have been bad for me too. It was better, at that point, to find--another source.
[ he cants his head, one hand slipping out to grip his chin in an idly affectionate gesture, tipping alfred's head a bit so that he can trail fingers down the side of his neck to meet his collar. he hums, thoughtful, then adds: ]
I try not to bring it up myself, because it just makes me look selfish and gluttonous. [ his eyes flick up to meet alfred's, and there's barely-disguised want there. ]
I restrain myself, around those I care for. It's difficult, but I suppose indulging in that way's been mostly beaten out of me.
[ he drinks from integra at her discretion at home, and he has a couple donors in duplicity, but he's surprisingly tentative about it, worried, and mostly drinks from bags.
or lies workers he kills. either or. though that's increasingly rare, lately. ]
I won't tell then. The secret is safe with me. [He'll let Anderson figure out Alucard's hair brushing weakness all on his own.]
I offered it to another. When I did, I was told no then as well. I know not to push, but if you or they was starving, I know I can't do nothing about it and I guess that just bothers me. I'm used to being able to help, at least somewhat.
[As the hand slides down his neck, his heart speeds up just slightly. He doesn't pull away. It's not from fear. There's never been any fear in him towards this man. Even when Alucard has been putting people up on spikes in the fort, he hadn't been afraid.]
I didn't want to push. Doesn't matter why you said no. You did and I respect that. Ain't right to keep badgering you so I thought I'd at least give it a go at that club.
[He swallows a little and mutters] Rather it be you though. I like taking care of me friends. So if you're ever hungry, you shouldn't hold back. Cause the only one here what's selfish is me. For offering again.
[ it's a gentle chiding, but he means it. he doesn't know what he'd do without alfred, if he's honest, and relying on him has become second nature.
he can feel and hear alfred's pulse pick up, but he doesn't pull away. instead he flattens his hand there somewhat, fingertips brushing skin, and he hums thoughtfully. ]
I don't think it makes you selfish to offer of yourself, for what it's worth. [ he swallows-- ] --you don't have to go to the club. It'd just be impersonal, perfunctory, when it's done as a job, don't you think?
[ he leans close then, apropos of nothing, and noses against the other side of his neck, lips brushing skin, points of his fangs barely scraping. ]
I'm always hungry, Alfred. That's part of the curse, the eternal hunger. I just--felt bad, asking. I--come with me, to the couch.
[ it's easy to guide him, to urge him, and his hands grasp for alfred's to draw him to the sofa and sit on it with him. ]
[The gentle chiding causes a slight frown. He knows he helps, but he always feels like he could do more. Like he should be doing more. It's just the way he is. He's still working through the concept of what enough really emplies. He thinks he's not done enough, that there's still more to give.]
It feels selfish. Like I'm just asking to satisfy my own curiosity. [Which it is, a little. It has looked so good. Will looked like he'd enjoyed it very much and he wanted to know what it was he was missing out on. But it was more than just an idle exploration into kink, he does genuinely, truly want to help. He feeds the hungry at Haven, quinches the thirst at PECs bar. Why can he not also help his vampiric friends eat? He's bled for much less noble causes.]
Always? Christ. I can't imagine it... [He shivers at the slightest scrape of fangs and nods, letting himself be pulled. He sits carefully and reaches up to undo his collar more, to give Alucard unhindered access.]
[ he's thoughtful about it, but really--it's not like the people that just want to fuck a vampire or whatever, and a little curiosity isn't necessarily bad in the first place. so he just shakes his head. ]
There are far worse things than an idle curiosity.
[ sitting on the couch, things feel a bit more real. thankfully baskerville is snoozing in his bed, so he doesn't interrupt them, and for a moment alucard just watches alfred, openly hungry. ]
Mm. I don't need to eat often due to my age, but the hunger is always there.
[ that's all he says, though. he's careful as he leans in, tugging fabric aside so that he can run his tongue carefully along his pulse point. then he's nuzzling closer, lingering, before he bites down. it's swift but oddly gentle, painless save the initial prick of fang through skin. there's something affectionate about it, about the way his palm flattens on alfred's leg and he starts to drink so cautiously. ]
[Alucard already knows that Alfred doesn't really have a list of "Supernatural Creatures I'd Like to Fuck." He's honestly never seen or treated Alucard as some Elderich horror, even when he's been a bit cloudy with a few too many eyes. Alucard is Alucard. He's a friend. His best friend and he adores the man.
It's just natural for him to sate his curiousity and also donate some blood to what he sees as a worthy cause.
He wonders if Alucard can taste it. His deep fond regard. Rediculous. He probably just tastes like every other human. Still, that's enough. And honestly, those fangs hadn't even hurt. He's hurt himself worse. There's no pain. There's just the spike of arousal.
His hand goes up and into Alucard's hair to hold him gently. Fondly stroking, encouraging him.]
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he's not surprised to see the other man, but does cant his head a little and smile at him. ]
Alfred. [ a beat passes: if he'd heard his comment with his vampire hearing, he doesn't let on. ] --Before you ask, I know the tables are gone. They broke during ill-advised arm wrestling matches.
[ with anderson, obviously. ]
I just haven't gone shopping yet.
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He just smiles slightly and shakes his head. He tries very hard not to look at Alucard's fangs and wonder. No means no.] I swear one of you was born in a barn. I'm going to have to get you a Get Along Shirt, ain't I? [He doesn't mean it. Alucard is basically his best friend here. He's happy for the man, that he has someone like Anderson to give his life focus again.] Don't worry none about the shopping. You'll have a new dining room set by tomorrow.
I'm thinking a nice sturdy wood might stand up to you two and your horseplay a bit better. You like mahogany or oak better? I'll pop by the furniture place on me way to Fangstacy. [He tries to make it sound normal. Like he's stopping by the pub and not a den of vampries looking for answers and maybe a vampire willing to give him his first bite.]
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[ he's smiling a bit though, head canting aside, so it's clear he's joking. he snorts about the idea of a get along shirt though, lips twisting up further. ]
Come now, what kind of shirt could contain us both? [ then he waves a hand slighly. ] Don't worry after the furniture, it's my own fault so I should tend to it, right? Take responsibility for my own stupidity. But god, he was being so insufferable about losing our fight in the arena. I beat him in arm wrestling too. [ blandly. ] But then he beat me in wrestling...
[ there's something oddly fond there, but he turns his attention fully to alfred again at the mention of the club, lofting an eyebrow slightly and crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Are you looking for a new vampire companion? Am I boring you, Alfred?
[ he's teasing, but there's still a sense of possessiveness there, of proprietary want just there under his skin. alfred is his friend, after all, and the vampire club is just rife with those with fetishes-- ]
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[It's so fond. He cares. He cares for them both. And he's honestly glad they are getting on as well as they are.] Maybe I should tell him then, the real secret to defeating you soundly. But I think I'll keep that one to meself.
[His teasing turns to guilt. He suddenly can't look at Alucard. The vampire told him no. He shouldn't push. He shouldn't ask again.]
No! Never. It's just...I went to a charity event. I played servant for the night. It was nice. But I ended up watching it. [He reaches and unconsciously rubs the side of his neck] It looked like it felt amazing. The human seemed to really enjoy it be the vampire looked so sated after. [He finally looks up ] what's wrong with me, Alucard. Every time I offer, I'm told no. Is it because I'm English? Or does older blood taste bad?
[A pause and maybe a bit of an accusation] You wouldn't have anything to do with it, would you?
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[ wry. he knows he's being teased, and about the secret to defeating him-- he smiles, shaking his head. ]
He'd be disappointed he didn't figure it out himself.
[ and then, well--he listens, and while he's still awful and proprietary, it's not really much of an excuse but he supposes he understands. though as alfred continues he frowns, shaking his head again, looking surprised if nothing else. ]
I--Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but I only refused because you'd just been heavily drugged. Not only would it have been bad for you, it could have been bad for me too. It was better, at that point, to find--another source.
[ he cants his head, one hand slipping out to grip his chin in an idly affectionate gesture, tipping alfred's head a bit so that he can trail fingers down the side of his neck to meet his collar. he hums, thoughtful, then adds: ]
I try not to bring it up myself, because it just makes me look selfish and gluttonous. [ his eyes flick up to meet alfred's, and there's barely-disguised want there. ]
I restrain myself, around those I care for. It's difficult, but I suppose indulging in that way's been mostly beaten out of me.
[ he drinks from integra at her discretion at home, and he has a couple donors in duplicity, but he's surprisingly tentative about it, worried, and mostly drinks from bags.
or lies workers he kills. either or. though that's increasingly rare, lately. ]
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I offered it to another. When I did, I was told no then as well. I know not to push, but if you or they was starving, I know I can't do nothing about it and I guess that just bothers me. I'm used to being able to help, at least somewhat.
[As the hand slides down his neck, his heart speeds up just slightly. He doesn't pull away. It's not from fear. There's never been any fear in him towards this man. Even when Alucard has been putting people up on spikes in the fort, he hadn't been afraid.]
I didn't want to push. Doesn't matter why you said no. You did and I respect that. Ain't right to keep badgering you so I thought I'd at least give it a go at that club.
[He swallows a little and mutters] Rather it be you though. I like taking care of me friends. So if you're ever hungry, you shouldn't hold back. Cause the only one here what's selfish is me. For offering again.
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[ it's a gentle chiding, but he means it. he doesn't know what he'd do without alfred, if he's honest, and relying on him has become second nature.
he can feel and hear alfred's pulse pick up, but he doesn't pull away. instead he flattens his hand there somewhat, fingertips brushing skin, and he hums thoughtfully. ]
I don't think it makes you selfish to offer of yourself, for what it's worth. [ he swallows-- ] --you don't have to go to the club. It'd just be impersonal, perfunctory, when it's done as a job, don't you think?
[ he leans close then, apropos of nothing, and noses against the other side of his neck, lips brushing skin, points of his fangs barely scraping. ]
I'm always hungry, Alfred. That's part of the curse, the eternal hunger. I just--felt bad, asking. I--come with me, to the couch.
[ it's easy to guide him, to urge him, and his hands grasp for alfred's to draw him to the sofa and sit on it with him. ]
I won't--take much.
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It feels selfish. Like I'm just asking to satisfy my own curiosity. [Which it is, a little. It has looked so good. Will looked like he'd enjoyed it very much and he wanted to know what it was he was missing out on. But it was more than just an idle exploration into kink, he does genuinely, truly want to help. He feeds the hungry at Haven, quinches the thirst at PECs bar. Why can he not also help his vampiric friends eat? He's bled for much less noble causes.]
Always? Christ. I can't imagine it... [He shivers at the slightest scrape of fangs and nods, letting himself be pulled. He sits carefully and reaches up to undo his collar more, to give Alucard unhindered access.]
Take what you need, mate. I trust you.
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There are far worse things than an idle curiosity.
[ sitting on the couch, things feel a bit more real. thankfully baskerville is snoozing in his bed, so he doesn't interrupt them, and for a moment alucard just watches alfred, openly hungry. ]
Mm. I don't need to eat often due to my age, but the hunger is always there.
[ that's all he says, though. he's careful as he leans in, tugging fabric aside so that he can run his tongue carefully along his pulse point. then he's nuzzling closer, lingering, before he bites down. it's swift but oddly gentle, painless save the initial prick of fang through skin. there's something affectionate about it, about the way his palm flattens on alfred's leg and he starts to drink so cautiously. ]
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It's just natural for him to sate his curiousity and also donate some blood to what he sees as a worthy cause.
He wonders if Alucard can taste it. His deep fond regard. Rediculous. He probably just tastes like every other human. Still, that's enough. And honestly, those fangs hadn't even hurt. He's hurt himself worse. There's no pain. There's just the spike of arousal.
His hand goes up and into Alucard's hair to hold him gently. Fondly stroking, encouraging him.]