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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.

[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.]

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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[Between being unsure of how to respond to that comment and not wanting to admit feeding on Abduxel was quite wonderful, Toby wordlessly dismisses it and instead changes the subject.]

... We don't have to do the payment, the "different magic" thing right now, do we? [Wearing a concerned expression, he looks out toward the distance.] The sun will come up soon enough, and I can't afford to stay out here much longer.

[He puts a hand on Toby's arm.]

No, don't worry about it. I'm happy to wait. I'll have more time to get creative.

[Abduxel's hand on his arm gets his attention, and he finds himself looking into the demon's eyes.]

Sure. [He blinks once, maybe twice, still studying Abduxel's eyes and expression.] Should I call you, or you'll call me, or... what exactly?

[He drops the touch as casually and easily as he initiated it, in order to shrug a response.] Whatever we find works best.

[After the demon moves his hand away, Toby quickly glances elsewhere, feeling stupid that for holding that gaze so long. For staring. So he instead starts walking off, saying, ] Fine. Until next time, Matthew.

Until next time, Tobias.

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