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[hisheartsdesire]

Tobias may one day learn to change the greeting on his voicemail. Until then, there's only the default.

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[abduxel]

[Quietly,]

Don't what?

[He's got a knife in his hand, suddenly, the tip of it pressed to his other wrist but not cutting. He's nearly whispering.]

You like it, don't you? What's wrong with that?

[hisheartsdesire]

[He winds up slurping a little—involuntarily—and he tries to look away from the demon. But what he already knows, he can't quite avoid, and Abduxel is right there to torment him.

Suddenly, he stands and places his drink on the table. He tries not to be shaky, musters whatever confidence and control he can, and he speaks without looking at Abduxel.]

I think I'm done. For tonight.

[abduxel]

I'm not. I'm still going.

[He stays seated, watching Toby, and immediately drags the blade far down his own arm.

The things he does to torment people.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[Out the corner of his eye, he sees the knife's movement, and his mind fills in the blanks. He's torn between his burning curiosity and the knowledge that Abduxel is toying with him, testing and tempting him.

Another slurp, another frustrated swallow.]

—can we at least take this outside?

[abduxel]

[Wordlessly, he tosses money onto the table with a huge grin, not bothering to count, and begins to walk outside. The bartender sees the state of his arm and looks alarmed, but Abduxel ignores him completely.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[The air outside is quite heavy and humid rather than fresh and calming. Once they're out the door, Toby's hand snatches at Abduxel's wrist, as he hopes to drag the demon into the nearest dark alley to deal with their predicament.]

[abduxel]

[He dodges the snatch by yanking his wrist away before Toby's hand closes, although he's close enough to Toby that it would be easy for the vampire to take a more substantial grab at him and thereby be successful.

Smilingly,]

What are you doing, Toby?

i think he wants to weep, LOL

[hisheartsdesire]

Why are you asking?

[He considers grabbing at him again before catching himself and realizing that he must seem completely out of his mind at this point.]

What do you want from me, what exactly are you trying to get me to do?

[abduxel]

[He holds up his own arm to look at the blood run, idly. He's still smirking, but he's clearly allowing his own guard to be down in case Toby did just get physical with him in lieu of navigating his bullshit. He's tempting him, dangling an easy prize.]

I'm not trying to make you do anything. I'm just getting to know you, Toby.

[hisheartsdesire]

[He sighs and tries to compose himself, but it's hard when he can smell that familiar metallic tang and just knows how fresh and rich and wonderful the demon's blood is.]

Not out here, please.

[If only he could have some blood and then perhaps bury his head in a hole and hide from the worst part of his undead life. Well, maybe it's not exactly the worst, but still.]

[abduxel]

[Abduxel steps forward to place his hand - of the bleeding arm - on Toby's shoulder.]

But you wanted to come out here?

[hisheartsdesire]

[Toby turns and tries—again—to take Abduxel by the wrist as he answers in a low voice that's almost a snarl, ] I meant not where just anyone can see.

[abduxel]

[Abduxel grabs Toby by the chin, then, even as the vampire clasps his wrist. He stands in close, well into Toby's personal bubble. He isn't a match if Toby decides to pull his wrist away, shove him, or drag him elsewhere; but he'll be as belligerent as Toby allows him. Suggestively and with a sly, wolfish grin,]

See what?

...i need a more appropriately pissed off icon. oh well

[hisheartsdesire]

[When the demon takes him by the chin, Toby pauses and glares right into Abduxel's eyes. Standing so close now, Toby realizes they're nearly the same eye level; he's only slightly taller, the difference barely significant.

Still, Toby's expression has never looked so commanding, as if daring the demon to defy him further. As if he might actually do something dangerously unlike his usual self.

But then he turns away, pulling the demon by the wrist to drag him into the closest dark alley he could find.]

[abduxel]

[That look! Abduxel isn't exactly intimidated, but the commanding expression does its duty; he meets Toby's eye and looks almost coy, and then allows the vampire to drag him off somewhere.]

Toby, Toby, Toby. I never give things away. What am I getting out of this? Or are you just going to take it from me?

[hisheartsdesire]

[That absolutely delicious scent is quite literally turning him into a monster, and Toby hates every moment of craving blood. Once they're in the alley, Toby tries to shove and pin Abduxel against the wall before properly comprehending him.

Ah, of course. A trade.

Because even if he just takes it, surely he'll still owe the demon. While he'd made that mistake in the past, he knows with complete certainty that owing Abduxel is probably one fo the worst ideas he could ever have.]

I'll trade you. Something. But not memories—not this time.

[Then it hits him... He can't believe he's making a trade the same night of paying for the last one.]

[abduxel]

[Abduxel makes a quiet oof noise as the shove knocks a bit of the breath from him. His own hands immediately come up to grip Toby's wrists, which hold him against the wall by the shoulders.

It's fascinating seeing Toby like this. So aggressive, so strong. It's kind of attractive, although it skirts the line between that and dangerous - given that Toby really could just take what he wanted, if he chose to.

He examines Toby's face, chin to forehead, and takes a pause to wet his lips.]

Not memories. Sure. I can show you different magic.

[hisheartsdesire]

[Their proximity and the scent of Abduxel's blood are maddening to the point Toby's having trouble really thinking this through. If he were calmer, he might possibly be more wary of this different magic Abduxel is proposing instead of the usual memory peek. Maybe he'd actually ask about it—what is it, how does it work, what does Abduxel plan to do?

But instead, ] What, is it something else that needs blood?

[His gaze goes from the demon's eyes to his lips, then flicks a glance at the blood running down the demon's arm and getting on his clothes, before settling on his neck.]

Fine, whatever. I'll bite, I'll let you play with me. Which is exactly what you always do anyway.

[He takes a deep breath—ugh, so warm and metallic, it's so good—before taking a careful step back and releasing Abduxel.]

[abduxel]

So we have a deal, then.

[He straightens out as he's released, smoothing his clothes.]

It requires blood, too. But you can bite me, first.

hope you're cool with this

[hisheartsdesire]

[It's almost like he's in a trance when he leans in to bite the demon's neck, though he remembers to position himself carefully so he doesn't unceremoniously bump one of the glamour-hidden horns. His lips press against the site, just above the carotid artery.

Then his fangs are out, scraping skin as Toby opens wide, and then driving hard into the demon's neck, lips clamping over the wound to prevent any blood from escaping.]

always bb

[abduxel]

[Abduxel gets goosebumps and his hairs stand on end as Toby's lips meet the skin of his neck. Considerately, he tilts his head to extend his neck for the vampire. He grips Toby's shirt in anticipation as those teeth scrape, then verbalizes a slight wince, a little ah! as he bites, twisting his hands a little harder in Toby's clothes.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[The twisting, constricting pull on his clothes elicits from Toby a low, growling groan against Abduxel's neck. Still pressing lips hard around the wound, Toby withdraws his teeth just enough that the demon's blood smoothly flows out in time with the pulsing of his heart. Then, he sucks at the wound, his tongue sometimes lapping and pressing at the punctures. His breathing slows, and Toby seems to relax as he feeds. The taste of Abduxel's blood seems even more delightful than Toby had remembered.]

[abduxel]

[He grips tightly with his eyes squeezed shut. He moves one hand to hold around the back of Toby's cold neck, his own breathing becoming more slow and deliberate.

The feeling of blood pulling from him is a strange one; the memory of that feeling didn't do it justice. He waits for Toby to finish, enjoying and enduring this in equal measure, although he's hyper-vigilant of his own state. Given how much he teased the vampire, he was prepared for the possibility that Toby might try to take too much.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[During feeding, Toby is both vulnerable and dangerous. He's docile and easy to manipulate given the right cues, lulled into a sense of security, and if someone wants to get the jump on him, they could. However, feeding is also Toby's road to recovery, and he's usually so much more alive during and right after feeding. And that would make him a force to be reckoned with.

Now that he's pacified, Toby regains some clarity of mind. Looking back to their first meeting, the first time he'd traded a peek into his mind for Abduxel's blood, there's something strange and different about things this time around. For one, this feeding isn't related to and won't be for trading a memory. Another thing is that this time seems strangely more... intimate than the first. Somehow; Toby isn't sure he knows, maybe it's just in his head.

He does realize that Abduxel isn't the same as Dorian, though. He could tell that while the demon enjoys it, there's some other tension; fear, perhaps? or is it something else? And Abduxel the demon can't possibly have that much more blood than if he were a human. So Toby thinks about this—he could be selfish and take as much blood as possible just to test the demon's limits. Or, he could stop before putting Abduxel in a dangerously weakened state.

Maybe it's because he wants to be the better person and maintain a tolerable relationship with Abduxel that he chooses the latter. As he finishes up, he pinches his lips over the wounds and laps up stray rivulets of blood, trying to keep his mess to a minimum before carefully drawing back completely. Even in the darkness, it's as if there's more colour and life in Toby than usual. He looks pleased enough about dinner as he wipes his mouth with the back of one of his hands.]

[abduxel]

[The intimacy is not an illusion: it's writ in all of their body language, and the way Abduxel clings to him.

He makes another small noise both when the fangs exit, and when Toby finishes by pressing his lips more firmly there.

He sighs and relaxes his posture when Toby draws back, and lets go of where he's gripped the vampire. He leans against the wall languidly, tilting his head at Toby with a little smile.]

Quite the fangs you have.