Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

There wasn't anything wrong with this, right? Maybe....he wouldn't exactly tell Abby what he's asked Sebastian to do for him and yet really this had to be preferable to cheating didn't it? Even the idea of upsetting Abby like that was far more then the Crusnik was willing to bear. With Sebastian's....assistance he could still get exactly what he needed so badly without anyone getting hurt Even if it was maybe a bit...weird. Maybe. Sebastian, in the very least, hardly seemed to put out by the idea. The other vampire moved to finish his drink before placing it on the table- only to rise from his seat as Arlo contemplated what he could do for Sebastian in turn. His own venom, he knew, worked fucking well on the Incubus and yet after he'd seen what happened the last time Sebastian got high with someone under the effects of his own venom Arlo was distinctly sure he wanted to avoid that outcome. He enjoyed Sebastian's company, sure, but accidentally making out with him was far more intimate than Arlo truly had any desire to be. The Crusnik hardly held any trust in either Sebastian or himself with those inhibitions sufficiently lowered. Matteo, after all, was distinctly heterosexual and even he had seemed to....waver on his sexuality beneath the sway of Sebastian's venom. Hell, explaining to Abby he;d cheated on her with Sebastian was a conversation Arlo hardly found himself desiring to have. It would surely be far better if only one of them had any venom in their veins today.

Arlo's gaze shifted abruptly to Sebastian in those moments that followed. His near offhanded mention of his companion's Father in law and that night they had spent together all those months ago seemed to prompt a sudden, intense fascination within the other vampire. Sebastian was quick to settle on the table in front of him with that promise to do exactly what Arlo had asked if only in exchange for the story of what had gone on that night. Did Sebastian really remember none of it at all? Surely he had some idea, didn;t he? The surprise upon Arlo's own features was surely clear. The younger vampire inclined to blink momentarily at the sheer...intensity of Sebastian in that moment as he demanded every detail. The other vampire hardly seemed to remember more than Matteo's desire to take his fangs. Arlo's own eyes lifted slightly, a recognition of sorts flooding his features then before a ready grin found his lips. Sebastian, it seemed, remembered....some of that night. Sort of. Arlo's head nodded in ready agreement then.

"He had an entire vampire hunting kit with him. You told me about it and what some of the things in it did. Matteo did threaten to take your fangs. He was only joking though- er, I think. You know, he's not even a big guy and I could throw him across the room with one hand and yet...he kinda freaks me out."

Arlo's features frowned slightly in contemplation. It had seemed like a joke. Mostly. Matteo wouldn't really have taken his own son-in-laws fangs would he? Dorian would never have forgiven him surely and yet- Arlo could hardly deny that Matteo was, well, scary. In a weird sort of non-obvious way. The bright blue of his gaze shifted back toward Sebastian then. The man was curious as to whether or not Sebastian shared the same sentiments of his relative-by-marriage before Arlo returned to that tale. The younger man, this time, unable to prevent that hint of smugness that found his features. Sebastian, who so rarely fucked up, couldn't remember what had happened. This, Arlo had decided, was his new favourite story. That distinctly unimpressed look on Sebastian's features only furthered the amusement on Arlo's own as his beer can was tossed onto the table. Arlo's retelling of that story and just exactly what Sebastian had done, let alone what he had said only seemed to trigger a look of pure panic on his companions features. Arlo, this time, unable to prevent the laughter that fell from him. Maybe he shouldn't have laughed quite so much and yet that look on Sebastian's features was near priceless!

It was almost a shame, really, that the rest of that conversation Matteo and Sebastian had carried out had been in French. Arlo was unable to disconcert the rest of those words and yet from how close the pair had been the man was distinctly certain it had been rather....intimate talk. At least on some level. Sebastian's sudden declaration that Arlo could hardly have understood any of it was met with a prompt snort from the vampire. Arlo, this time, fixed his companion with his own near dubious look.

"You underestimate me, bud. You don't think I never had a French groupie before? 'Je veux te baiser' I want to fuck you. It's like the one thing I learned to understand. Maybe my pronunciation isn't as fancy as yours but I know what you said to him. It was all the other stuff you two were whispering about that I wasn't sure on, but you were like this close to making out."

Arlo held his hand up. His thumb and forefinger held just far enough apart to leave a tiny gap in representation of just how close he was sure Sebastian and Matteo had been- before Matteo had left to find a girl and Sebastian had fallen in love with a fucking sofa. Still- even with Sebastian's newfound love of furniture the other vampire had still gotten to taste that blood. Fuck but it had smelled good. Like nothing Arlo had ever tried before. What he wouldn't have given to taste it....or to feed from Sebastian after he'd fed on it in turn. Damn. That.....That would have been incredible. Sebastian, it seemed, readily shared his disappointment in being unable to remember that taste. The other vampire inquired as to what it had smelled like as Arlo's head shook softly.

"It was like.....nothing i've ever smelled before. Like...."

Arlo paused once more, the vampires tongue brushing over his own fangs in contemplation. How did you describe something so.....unlike anything else? That scent had been potent and yet so unique. Arlo glanced toward Sebastian then, those very words, he knew, so unable to be understood by anyone save another vampire.

"You know when you're feeding and you take that first mouthful and for a moment there is that salty, metallic taste, but as you feed more that taste disappears and it's replaced by that hot, rich taste that you just can't get enough off? His blood....had no salty or metallic smell at all it was like pure.....richness. Like the very, very best part of a normal person's blood was....what his body was made of entirely but richer, better. It smelled.....like Dorian but magnified a thousand times over. Honestly.....I don't know how you stopped. Because I wouldn't have."

Arlo's shoulders lifted loosely. That admittance nothing short of....strikingly honest. If he had bitten matteo that day he could hardly have released him. The vampire's head shook likely in an effort to rid himself of those thoughts and lessen the saliva that had already started to pool atop his tongue at the mere thought. Arlo instead content to insist that if Sebastian had cheated on Dorian with Matteo it would have been like an episode of Days Of Our Lives. That return to humour prompted Sebastian's insistence needed to 'shut up' that laughter from the younger man only increased. It was rare that he got the chance to laugh at his companion. Arlo unwilling to let this moment go readily and yet, surely, he'd earned himself that bite hadn't he? Sebastian rose from the table then to meander over toward the kitchen and pull out a dining room chair. Arlo' eyed that chair with a near wary look before Sebastian insisted that only the first bite would hurt and only for a moment. The other vampire gestured toward the chair then as Arlo rose. That suggestion that he take his pants off prompted a near dubious look to his features. The man seemed to consider that proposition for a moment. He really didn't want to have to wash his jeans.

"Yeah, alright, I'm leaving my boxers on though. I feel like if I take it all off that's just one step closer towards making out with you and I can wash my boxers easily. Seriously though, If I try to kiss you or some shit- punch me. I mean it. Punch me."

Arlo's fingers reached for the button on his jeans then, those pants loosened and that fly zipped down before he pushed them down only to step neatly out of them and hang them over the back of the couch he had sat on moments before. Arlo strode towards that kitchen chair then, the man smoothly easing himself into it. This was fine. Seb had said it would only hurt for a moment and he trusted him....mostly....right? The vampire was near obliviously to just how tensely he was sitting, the vaguest movement from the man behind him seeming to prompt Arlo to tense all the more before the sudden feel of....was that Sebastian's hand at his neck? His lips? Seemed to result in a sudden flinch from the younger vampire, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Did you do it? That didn't even hurt. I seriously don't feel anything though- are you sure your venom works as well as you claim?"

That Sebastian had barely even moved yet, let alone bitten, had hardly occurred to him....