It wasn't often, truly, that the Victorian man so bared those fangs in such an ominous fashion. Corpses, however, were perhaps one of the few things to so perturb him. It was not the simple fact of the undead itself, after all, Sebastian himself was very much still a glorified corpse as a result of a rather unfortunate evening. It was, however, the simple knowledge that a moving cadaver meant his own species that so unnerved him. Sebastian was, at heart, entirely as territorial as his species so demanded of him, unwilling in even the slightest regard to share his lover in any fashion with another of his kind. It was that which so saw him remain steadfast, with the sole exception of Dorian's hand clenching around his wrist to pull him backwards and into that open circle. That masked figure that so stepped from the depths of that cornfield to raise that chainsaw upon his head was regarded with little more then surprise as the vampire slowly made his way around the circumference of the circle and towards the other opening, his indigo eyes simply observing his lover's movements in an entirely protective fashion. There was no denying that Sebastian had wanted the King to have fun, even at the expense of fear. There was, however, a point in which he drew the line, unwilling to let any true harm come to the man who had so stolen his affections.

Although the vampire hardly anticipated the fashion in which the fairy's slighter form so collided into his frame in that effort to seek sanctuary, Sebastian hardly denied him those desires of safety in any manner. Instead, the Englishman found his arms tightly embracing that terrified King, Gingerly, Sebastian's lips pressed against Dorian's forehead, the gesture entirely tender as he pulled away only to so lead his companion out of that circle of terror. He paused just outside of the epicenter of the maze, allowing Dorian that moment he so seemed to need to brush off the dust and re-situate his clothing in whatever fashion he deemed necessary. The Englishman was entirely aware that such a gesture was one taken only out of a need to regain his wits, after all, he himself had been trained well in such subtle mannerisms as this. It was the sound of his name, however, that so drew those navy eyes from enjoying the spectacle that presented itself just inside that circle. "Hm?" He inquired, his gaze turned momentarily towards his lover in those few moments.

That touch of the King's fingertips upon the hem of those black dress pants entirely caught the vampire's attention nearly immediately. His gaze entirely steadfast as he stepped forward with the slightest of tugging, closing what little distance existed between the pair. It was, perhaps, a touch absurd that such a brush of Dorian's fingers could so completely absorb all of the vampire's thoughts, even amidst a field of darkened corn and the promise of threat around each and every corner. He watched the way the fae's silver gaze so momentarily slid away from him before those lips pressed delicately against his skin. "Anything." He uttered softly, entirely unaware that in that singular moment he might have so hinted at his inability to say those singular two letters to his lover. Whatever Dorian so requested of him, Sebastian found himself unable to deny, especially when Dorian's fingertips so continued to dance among the hem of those slacks. His lips pressed all too eagerly against his lover's, relishing in that sweet moment Dorian so offered him, as entirely fleeting though it was. It was, however, that singular request that left Dorian's lips that so saw Sebastian's features shift into an entirely bemused grin. He could hardly help the soft chuckle left left his own mouth, his head bobbing in agreement. "Your secret is safe with me, Dorian."

He was entirely unaware of Dorian's intent, to so tease and toy and test the boundaries of what the vampire would have undoubtedly promised without a moment's consideration. Instead, Sebastian was entirely content to offer Dorian that notion of treats he had so promised the man but a half hour ago, sprawled upon his own black leather sofa in the comfort of his own home. It was, however, the notion that the King could not remember the last time he'd so much as simply run that brought that laughter once again to Sebastian's lips, the man allowing his hand to fall once again around Dorian's waist as he commented nonchalantly in return. "Running can cause quite the appetite." That grin still danced across his features as the pair began to make their way out of the length of the maze, that darkness still ever present and yet, Sebastian was entirely assured that the worst of their scares were entirely behind them. It was that sudden and abrupt halt of his lover that so saw the vampire pause, that simper slowly falling from his lips as Dorian's fingers brushed against his arm.

The King's words, however, saw the vampire's eyebrows knit together, his indigo gaze following the small gesture towards where Dorian so seemed to stare. "Glowing?" He inquired, with a glimpse of concern crossing his features. Sebastian failed to see anyone in the state his lover so described. In fact, he could only hardly even hear the ever so whispering beat of that heart that might suggest there was another being even so much as near them. Sebastian hardly had the moment to question Dorian on it further before the man was continuing down the path, Sebastian quickly falling back in line with him, all the while his navy eyes remained straight ahead, looking for that glow that he had somehow missed. That lunge of the man in the costume only saw a small frown cross the vampire's features as he eyed the fellow in front of him. He followed Dorian with a growing hint of concern. It was only once they had stepped out of the labyrinth and back into the business of the carnival that Sebastian stopped to face the Italian King. His fingertips from his free hand reached up, pushing under Dorian's chin to so study the man in front of him with the smallest of frowns. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrowing just so in a small measure of concentration to so separate Dorian from the rest of the crowd that so pushed in on them.

He was certain that he could still hear that blood flowing just the same as it always did through his lover's physique and it was with that in mind that saw the vampire slowly bring Dorian's hand, with fingers entangled into his own upwards. Slowly he unraveled their fingers only to hold onto the King's pinkie, placing it into his mouth only to brush it against his fang just enough to bring blood to the surface - just enough for a taste. It was only the years and too the surmountable numbers of individuals that made Sebastian so acute enough to be able to discern the difference in taste between the blood of the healthy and the blood of the ill. There were minute changes - the number of antibodies or the foreign invasion of illness but, never the less, it was the singular way in which to so reassure him that Dorian was indeed well. It confused him, and certainly concerned him, that Dorian had so seen something that Sebastian himself had not though how did one so approach the possibility that your significant other was going...well...crazy? Lord knows he'd attempted addressing such a sensitive topic once before with another and look at how well that had turned out.

Instead, the vampire merely said nothing, his tongue brushing momentarily against Dorian's fingers to help close that wound with nothing but a soft, sound of contemplation. He pulled Dorian's finger from his lips, his hand once again intertwining with the man's own before he turned to face the crowd at large. "I believe the vendors are that way." He commented, leading the way with a casual gait towards the opposite side of the festival. Here the baked treats and goodies lined every possible square inch of their booths with pumpkin decorated cupcakes, mummy brownies, Halloween candy bark, cheesecake swirls, Halloween pretzels, and, the most iconic of them all, the caramel apples. Sebastian's gaze fluttered over the items and yet, they hardly held his attention perhaps as much as they would have nearly an hour ago. Worry had certainly always been his greatest weakness, even if he tried his best to not outwardly fret over the well being of the man at his side. Instead, it was with that Victorian etiquette that the vampire so directed his lover's attention elsewhere, inquiring with a small simper, "Has anything caught your eye?"

Sebastian Ellington