Arlo James

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

He had lost count of how many times Sebastian had bitten him. Two...maybe three. Hell, it hardly mattered. Arlo, in that moment, was certain he would have allowed Sebastian to bite him any number of times if only to receive more of that utter pleasure that venom coaxed from within his body as it so gloriously drenched his veins and soaked his bloodstream. His companion had been right in his insistence that Arlo would want to touch himself. That desire to do so was entirely overwhelming. The Crusnik hardly seemed to care for Sebastian's gaze upon him in those precarious moments. The feelings, the sensations, they were far to good. Arlo was nothing if not lost in that moment entirely before his body finally found that release it had been denied for far too long. Christ but it was good. The sheer intensity of it left eh Crusnik near breathless as he all but collapsed back agianst that chair he sat within. His heart thumped erratically within his chest. His breath came unevenly and yet how utterly and gloriously...sated his figure felt. At last. That tangle of emotions that danced within his figure had dulled slightly and yet still that desire to....be near Sebastian continued to tug at him. Like the backing track to a hit song. That very release so fortunately having afforded the younger man at least enough control to gesture to the far side of the room with the insistence Sebastian needed to stand over there and away from him before that desire to reach for him became entirely too strong. He needed to catch his breath, get his thoughts straight and...clean up.

Arlo's hand reached near instinctively upward to allow his fingers to brush agianst his neck. Those wounds Sebastian had made had healed to little more than faint red marks that could barely be felt and would surely be gone within a manner of moments. Abigail would never have to know, right? Arlo was content to remain in that chair for a least a few moments longer. The Crusnik all but basking in those sensations before at last slowly pushing himself upward. That might have been the best....release of his life. Was it weird that it was brought about by another man? That need to clean up at last prompted Arlo to head toward the bathroom as Sebastian wandered back towards the sofa. The Incubus' called out over his shoulder as he did. Sebastian assuring him that sex with him would be even better still.

"Oh, shut up!"

Those words hardly held any true malice as Arlo waved his companion off, the man stepping into that bathroom only to turn on the water and reach for the nearest towel. EVen free of Sebastian's affinity he was maybe inclined to admit, maybe, that sex with Seb probably was pretty fucking good. Not that he ever intended to let the incubus know that. Tonight had been weird enough. Glorious- but weird....and satisfying. Arlo moved to tug his jeans back into place, the vampire no sooner having done that zip up then his gaze shifted upward and toward the mirror in front of him. That near vibrant colour so quickly caught his eye. Arlo's blue gaze shifted near instantly to his now flaming red orange hair. What in the hell... Arlo's announcement that they had a problem was followed by the young man's efforts to all but scramble from the bathroom as Sebastian hurried from the living room in turn. Arlo very nearly collided with Sebastian as he stepped out of the bathroom. The younger man gesturing frantically towards his near neon hair. The baffled look upon Sebastian's own features so hardly eased his anxiety. Sebastian offered a very unhelp sound before Arlo moved to tug his jeans down just enough to offer the other man a view of that more...personal hair. This part of Arlo was equally as bright as the rest!

Sebastian's gaze was quick to shift downward to eye that more intimate area, the vampire commenting upon his eyebrows without so much as looking at them. Arlo near abruptly realising his companions gaze had hardly shifted from his groin at all.

"Seb! My eyes are up here. Jesus, this must be how women feel. Stop looking!"

That scowl was quick to find Arlo's features, the Crusnik reaching out to lightly shove at Sebastian before pulling his jeans upward once more. Surely this was a side effect of Seb's venom, right? How long did Dorian's hair....stay like this after Seb bit him? Sebastian's head shook softly then. The other man insisting that in two hundred years he'd never managed to change someone's hair colour before and that this....whatever it was....wasn't him. That veritable panic was clear on Arlo's features then. The Crusnik near spinning back towards that bathroom mirror.

"Fucking hell! I must be like....allergic to you or....something. Do you think I can....wash it out?"

It wasn't permanent was it? Arlo reached to turn that bathroom tap on again, the shirtless vampire cupped his hand beneath the faucet before reaching up for a lock of hair only to attempt to rub that colour out. Was it working? That colour was....beginning to leave. That red rapidly began to fade. Thank god. It was actually washing out. It was....changing colour. The red rapidly darkened to become...blue. His hair was turning blue. Dark blue. That deep vibrant colour intermingled with black. That blue becoming more vibrant the more stressed the vampire became.

"Jesus! It's fucking blue now! I can't have blue hair, what am I going to tell Abby when she comes over!? Sorry babe, I fucked a box of magic markers while you were out!"

Sarcasm, it seemed, was Arlo's response to that clear stress, the vampire turning to face sebastian once more as if his coven leader might, somehow, be able to fix it.