How very bizzare it was to so witness a vampire describe anything as 'snuggly'. Matteo entirely content to wonder whether the man he was presented with here and now, free from any inhibition, was the true Sebastian or whether or not that venom had further addled his mind into a sedated bliss of sorts that prompted from the Englishman a manner of speech that he would surely have been otherwise uninclined to offer. Sebastian's adoration of the Were breed, in that moment, was abundantly clear. That animalistic species, by nature, so tending to run hotter than most others. Indeed it was perhaps hardly surprising that a vampire, a creature that was by any definition quite technically dead, might so enjoy that very warmth their own bodies denied them and yet to suggest they were snuggly was decidedly unique all at once. Sebastian content to insist that he surely understood this very phenomenon if he had been with so many of them. The Frenchman, in turn, inclined to allow one eye to raise in surprise at that very deduction as Arlo so struggled to come to terms with the very conversation so carried on before him. He was terribly young, that one. Matteo so dismissing such thoughts for now to focus upon Sebastian alone.

"Yes, they are snuggly, your right."

Whether or not he so truly agreed with that statement remained to be seen. Sebastian so seeming to respond best to being agreed with in every sense. Really, Matteo was hardly sure he had ever seen anyone look so decidedly pleased at being informed he was right both in regards to those Weres and that faux legal battle the vampire seemed to believe he had won. That sudden query from Arlo readily saw the Fae's attention revert to the younger man once more. Matteo, in that moment, offering Sebastian little attention as the Englishman attempted to sidle closer to his own figure if only for the warmth that prevailed from it. Just why Arlo seemed so curious in the marriage customs of yesteryear remained to be seen, Matteo momentarily contemplating peering into the boys own future if only to see this very woman that was surely upon his mind and yet that business so needed to be attended to first. The near ancient Fae content to leave his companion with the insistence that married women, once, had been his veritable speciality. Such words all but baffling the poor fellow.

Matteo teleported easily then back toward that wooden briefcase only to reappear beside that coffee table now- its contents easily displayed. Sebastian, in the least, readily seeming to recognise that kit. The Englishman leaning dangerously far forward to inspect it was clear nostalgia and evidently very little fear. Matteo wholly inclined to believe his son-in-law had never truly see a real vampire hunting kit if this was his reaction. Sebastian stating they had once contained garlic, much to his clear amusement. Arlo, in turn, rifling through the contents of that box only to query how effective that garlic might be. Garlic, it seemed, was a terribly amusing thing to Sebastian in that moment, the englishman insisting it was an onion as Arlo scowled. The Crusnik's eyes rolling in what Matteo largely suspected to be a good natured gesture all the same as Arlo's hands folded across his chest with a snort. "I ain't scared of a bloody onion, you shut up. How did you even know garlic was an onion, you know who knows shit like that? Nerds. He was a nerd at school you know." Those very words, this time, directed toward Matteo in some effort to inform the Fae off his son-in-laws nerd status. The Frenchman's gaze lifting slightly once more. A knowing simper finding his lips all the same. Matteo affording the elder vampire a pointed look.

"Was he? How very interesting. I hope you got good grades at school, Sebastian."

How easy it was to tease him! He had seen, more then once, into that schooling life Sebastian had lead. Indeed he knew decidedly well just how talented his son in law had been when it came to his academic career and yet- it was so hardly what Sebastian had studied that deemed the vampire a wholly acceptable match for his own son, but rather, the way in which he had studied. That simple determination and tenacity and desire to please his own father and family name was endearing. The Englishman the very sort of man inclined to put family first in that fashion. It was those very morals that made the vampire....a good man. Even if his current lack of sanity had so prompted a curious side of himself to display. Arlo's retrieval of that muzzle then, so readily prompted an explanation from Matteo in turn. Arlo, by all accounts, seeming to pale all the more before hurriedly returning the muzzle to the box. Matteo, in truth, unable to remember the last time Alexander or himself have been caused to use it and yet- though hardly in fashion any longer, such a device surely had its uses. A vampire's greatest weapon, after all, was his fangs. To take away its ability to bite, even to feed, so tended to render them more....agreeable. Hmm. Perhaps such thoughts were better left for another time. The vampire so currently seated before him hardly uninclined to be agreeable so much as he hardly seemed capable of focusing upon one thing for particularly long.

The presentation of that blood, as it so often did, seeming to seize the younger man's attention and yet- Matteo was quick to pull them from his reach with the insistence that venom came first. Sebastian, so at last, seeming to remember that venom. Only to declare it was hardly working. Typical. Nothing with a vampire came easily. Had he not learned such a lesson several centuries ago? Still, he could so hardly pass up that opportunity to continue to tease his son-in-law but a little. Those pliers retrieved from the box and clicked towards the vampire seeming to prompt a rather comical effort to escape. One impeded by nothing short of the sofa arm itself as Sebastian frantically covered his fangs. Arlo's laughter in that moment intermingling with his own. Ah, but Dorian would all but murder him if he knew! Still, he supposed, such games would surely not further his quest for that very venom he so sought. Matteo already having considered just what so needed to occur to prompt that venom to run freely.

Those pliers were returned dutifully to the box. Those accented words offered in some reassurance that today, at least, he had so hardly come to rob Sebastian off his fangs. The Englishman hardly appearing convinced as Matteo turned more readily to Arlo. How had he come to be in such a position that he might so require one vampire to rescue him from another! Sacrebleu but the things he did for those he loved! Arlo's agreement that he was, perhaps, stronger then Sebastian here and now was so hardly as assured as the Fae so desired and yet little other option existed. Whether or not Sebastian would prove capable of handling that intense flavour off his own blood remained to be seen. Perhaps it was fortunate his son-in-law was unlikely to remember it. After all, he could so hardly crave what he did not remember he desired. The true risk, here and now however, was whether or not Sebastian would stop once that blood so wet his tongue. Any blood sung to a vampire and yet he had not known a vampire yet whom would not seek Fae blood over every other every time. Let alone a blood so old as his. It had been...centuries, to many, since he had last been bitten. This very game s holding far to many unknowns for his own liking and indeed- to many possible futures to review but here and now. Ah, but he could only hope this would work.

Arlo, in the least, seemed entirely prepared to assist as Matteo took that seat on the edge of the sofa, his jacket discarded and sleeve rolled upward to offer his son-in-law his wrist. Sebastian appearing near baffled by that very offering even if that compliment, of sorts, so managed to stir a grin to the Englishman's features. His wrist felt unusually....cool within Sebastian's grasp, that very permission seeming to prompt the vampire, at last, to lift Matteo's wrist to his mouth and yet he was offered no more than the brush of Sebastian's tongue and a truly....curious look. As if the vampire near anticipated he might pull his arm away at any moment. How very curious. In all his life he had never quite met a vampire so....controlled. How intrigued Alexander would be to see this. Such an anomaly his son-in-law was, perhaps more than he had truly realised. Sebastian so releasing his wrist an entirely unanticipated gesture then. Matteo's silver gaze frowning slightly.

"Sebastian, what are you-. Ah, Sebastian...."

That sudden touch of fingers against that sensitive skin off his neck so provided a momentary insight into just what the vampire intended and yet Sebastian hardly hesitated. Matteo robbed of but any chance to pull away from that grasp by the touch of the vampires hand upon the other side of his neck so holding him there. The Fae resigned to that very fate in that moment and yet, even Matteo, with those visions of the future- had not seen that bite coming in the fashion it did. All four of Sebastian's fangs piercing suddenly into his neck. His features so briefly shifted into that look of pain that came from those plunging teeth, a short gasp forced from his lips in response and yet- that sudden sensation of venom that followed in its wake was a veritable assault. That pain he had felt so suddenly inconsequential and all but forgotten in the intoxicating storm of chemicals that seemed to flood his system so eagerly. Every bit of tension within his figure was so suddenly relaxed. Matteo near inadvertently leaning into the bite. Good. Fucking. God. That feeling was...unbelievable. He had seen that venom at work in those flashes of visions, visions he was often careful to prevent himself viewing if only because his sons more intimate life with Sebastian was surely for them alone and yet how readily he understood in that moment just why Dorian held not issue with allowing his husbands teeth to find his flesh over and over. How easy it would be to become addicted to this brand of pleasure. One so...eclipsing and unlike anything he had ever felt before. That very sound so clawed at his throat, Matteo reluctant to release it and yet in that moment he could hardly stop himself all the same. That groan of pleasure so at last reverberating free from within him as his lips parted just so.

He was oblivious, in that moment, to the fashion his own right hand had shifted to catch the hem of Sebastian's shirt and yet he hardly made any move to remove it, no, foreplay was an art. A delicate, salacious dance that toyed with temptation and teased at seduction. A game he had masted long ago. Matteo merely allowing the tips off his fingers to grace the cool flesh of Sebastian's skin beneath that fabric instead in some subtle, unspoken promise of what more their could be. Some part of him....hesitating all the same. Sebastian was....a married man- and a man at that. Matteo so never truly having found any pleasure in the physique of other men when women alone alone so called to him. That venom, it seemed, having prompted that near instinctive reaction on the part of the Fae and yet even that was not quite enough to overcome his sense entirely even if it had danced perilously close. Those near whispered words from Sebastian then, as he felt the vampires tongue lapping at those four wounds to close them, so prompted his silver gaze to flutter open once more and meet the blue of Sebastian's own. How he believed those words. Matteo so allowing that impish simper to find his own lips almost lazily then within that haze.

"Bien joué, Monsieur Ellington. Dans une autre vie, je vous laisserais peut-être." (Well played, Mister Ellington. In another life, perhaps, I would let you.)

Ah, but not tonight and not in this life. Such a shame. Matteo's figure so at last leaned away from Sebastian's own as the vampire released him to pivot and face Arlo. The Frenchman leaning back within that chair then, his fingers lifted idly to brush as those four wounds. They were...tender but no longer bleeding and with that venom still coursing his veins he hardly cared. Still, some semblance of logical thought was so fighting to permate that haze all the same. How long would it take those wounds to heal? He could hardly allow Aiden to see them. Matteo frowning slightly. Arlo's voice interrupting his thoughts then. You know if you guys were both girls that would almost have been hot. That ready scoff of amusement so fell from his lips then, Matteo laughing softly as Sebastian shouted toward Arlo. The Crusnik suddenly rushing back across that room to grasp that container before handing it quickly to Sebastian in turn. The Fae suddenly inclined to remember his desire for that very substance, his gaze watching careful then as if to assure Sebastian hardly wasted a single drop.

"I need as much as you can give."

He offered simply, attempting to further coax the vampire toward that task in case he had forgotten yet again. How remarkable it was that Sebastian had stopped biting him when he was assured almost the entirety of the vampire population would not have. Perhaps the boy deserved more credit and yet- the venom still potent within his system so resulted in a near craving for touch that distracted his thoughts. Matteo so struggling against those veritable desires in an effort to maintain control, his hand reaching for his phone all the same, his fingers taping expertly at the screen. Giselle was always awake this time of evening, it had been some time since they had last enjoyed one another's company, ah, but perhaps she would indulge him tonight for old times sake and to so help him rid himself off this....venom-induced sensation. His silver gaze returning at last to Sebastian then as the vampire so finished letting that venom run into the container and returned the lid. Matteo holding his hand out for the vial then.

"It has been a, how you say, pleasure doing business with you, Mon Amie. You have an impressive talent. Arlo? Can you take care of him from here? I think it best if we do not remind him of most of what happened tonight. The English, I fear, do not do well to learn they behaved in a fashion....less then British I also think Dorian would be rather put out with us all, oui?"


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