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The pale man smiled softly, a gentle hum stirring in his chest. He nearly laughed at her taunting and degrading of her fellow classmates ideas, but he held back simply because she was on such a roll with her yammering.

She was quite the clever girl, he could tell, and he was already looking forward to pressing his fingers deep into her soul and prying apart her ticks and mannerisms, digging into the thick of her being. As per the usual, with most humans with half a brain at least, she was extremely interesting. Jay had the softest spot for anyone he found even remotely curious, and so far this young lady had struck him hard.

It was actually, in truth, hardly a waste of a turn at all, as he was sincerely going to humor her. He thought it was a pretty damn good question, at any rate. He took his hand, previous upturned in a gesture and ran it through his hair, fluffing it up a little in case it was starting to get a bit straight and flat. He liked it sort of fluffed up, for whatever reason, halfway between bedhead and properly combed out.

"Well, normally no. I'm sort of dead, after all. Or something of that nature." He stressed the word normally, pausing to give her a chance to lean in, get curious and excited for what the exception could be. He loved it when someone gave him any particular sense of attention, so naturally he would milk any sort of excitement someone had for him.

With a wink, he continued, "I'd love to give it a shot. You see, I have a particular soul of another being inside of me. It's got a sort of... pulsey feeling thing to it. I have no idea if it'll work or not, but hell it'd be cool if it did."

For the moment though, he couldn't quite think up a question of his own...probably because he was much too engaged in their current conversation to be thinking about much else. Honestly, he wouldn't mind dropping the "game" entirely to go see this little project of hers.

Bingo, bingo! Entirely proud for hitting the nail on the head, she couldn’t help but smirk widely from behind her coffee cup.

Demon blood? So demons existed too?

… Of course! Why wouldn’t they if vampires do?

In her inner mind she nodded with affirmation. Whole horizons of possibilities and wonderment were suddenly opening up: All that went bump in the night was revealing itself. 

When he asked his next question, her eyes lit up. She stopped midway from taking another sip to answer. “Oh! My art science project. We’re supposed to make a working model, or sculpture, based around a particular theme. I believe most are opting for something based on the solar system, but I, personally, am going to try something different.”

"After all, a model of a solar system.. no matter the solar system…" She trailed as she turned around and began walking backwards. With a shrug accompanied by a dismissive wave of her hand, she finished, "Is fifth grade stuff."

She took another sip before continuing her enthusiastic spiel. “Just so overdone. Not to mention, all these guys, they think like engineers!” And was that the truth! It was hard not to roll her eyes.

"Can’t grasp the concept of an art science project at all.”

"So what I’m thinking about doing is something based around the heart. A drum, specifically designed to resound and light up in sync with someone’s heartbeat when they place their hands on the metal plates. I saw one once at a science museum."

"I guess it wouldn’t work for you. Would it work for you? Can we try?" Her entire face seemed to light up at the idea and she was so distracted by her thoughts on the project that she didn’t notice that she’d just wasted her turn.

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The touch on the shoulder was subtle but made Jay’s cheeks hurt. “You too!” The bluebird chirped, watching him head off— and giving a furious wave when he saw Dev turn to wave back at him.

With that, he knew that the man was going to go take care of his business, and started on his way to the man’s place. He didn’t know the town particularly well, but he teleported from alley to alley in search of the proper street. It might have been a tiring process had he not recently fed, and instead he found himself still bouncing down the road when he happened across the proper sign. The street was eerily quiet, though he paid hardly no mind. The building had a porch, and he stepped up on the wooden stairs and felt the texture of the support beams, drawing his every sense over the small area.

He took the key, the temperature of it matching his own hand in a peculiar way— rarely things were as cool as the air as his own skin. Normally they felt warmer, but he brushed off the thought and slid it into the hole.

The door opened with a satisfying clickclink of the metal inside of the lock. “Bienvenue, bienvenue~” He hummed to himself, slipping inside and letting the door fall shut behind him. The house had those plastered white walls, the kind that had the dappled, cave-like roof where you could drag your hand across the ceiling and get covered in scratches.

He didn’t snoop too much, although he did locate the kitchen, bathroom, and the living room, for the sake of avoiding the first two and taking up a spot in the the latter. He poked around some closet spaces until he found an old, scratchy blanket, and settled down on the couch, taking off the jacket and letting it hang out next to him while he kept the blanket between him and the furniture  A towel would have probably done better, but bloodstained towels were always a rather miserable mess. An old blanket buried in a closet probably wouldn’t be missed.

He enjoyed the still of the air as he sat in dark, only after a few minutes did he let a few green flames flicker around the room. The vampire waited in silence for the other to return, finding the house was wonderful at soothing his nerves.

The mood shift was beyond being a self distraction. He could see through it all too well, and he could see now that Jay was a human forced into adapting to being a monster. ‘Well, such a mess that he is… guess he’s my mess for now.’ Those thoughts aside, Jay’s sudden ecstatic attitude almost made Dev smile. Upbeat people, rare as they were, had that effect on him.

He watched him put his jacket on before walking passed. “Take care, then.” Dev murmured, and clapped Jay on the shoulder.

Admittedly, he didn’t know how well Jay knew the town, or if he even knew where Mayford was. But Dev figured he was intelligent enough to figure it out. The town wasn’t exceedingly small, as some where, and it wasn’t big, either. Somewhat perfect, on that scale. Although he wasn’t sure why he felt that way.

‘Hunting. Should concentrate on hunting.’ For no particular reason, he decided not to go back to the bar. He was already headed in the other direction, anyway. It might take longer, but time was never of the essence. Not even now, with the prospect of having a guest in his home. Dev glanced back over his shoulder momentarily, and gave Jay a lazy wave.

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Sure, a man that was unfazed by his state and the blood and the teeth and the glass and all, casually inviting him to his home. A normal, or at least relatively sane person, might have reason to be alarmed. Jay, however, just found himself with a grin and a burst of enthusiasm. When was the last time someone offered him a place to stay without him asking? He didn't know. He didn't care!

"You got it, Dev." He wondered, absently, what the man liked to eat. He couldn't quite tell if the man was human-- or mostly human-- or not, but he figured if Dev wanted to eat anything that a human would, he wouldn't want to stick around. It hardly passed a thought that he was just as murderous as him, although to be fair it wouldn't make a difference to the vampire.

He took the jacket, nodding firmly, and slung it over his shoulders and shoved his arms in. A little bit big on him, but not enough to be awkward or obvious. He just grinned his face off, ignoring the fact that his fangs were probably still stained with blood. He didn't care. This guy was just being so nice to him, and it was great. 

... the vampire might have been trying a bit too hard to get over the fact he had just lost control over himself. It didn't help that he was particularly lonely as of late.

Dev simply cocked one brow at the guy’s rhetorical question. Some people asked the strangest things, he thought. ‘A waste of breath, and words.’

He put his hands in his pockets after the handshake. Dev felt fairly lax, but at the other’s response, he had to suppress the reaction to roll his eyes. Instead, he shrugged again, and intoned, “I’d think it unwanted.” You’re still sorting out yourself, Dev added silently, giving him a quick look over and a twitch of a frown. 

That line of conversation was glossed over when the guy switched the subject by introducing himself. Dev was fine with that. ‘.. Jay, huh. That makes his hair color comical… probably intentionally. Weird.’ Actually, a younger him might have felt disappointed by someone giving their name so freely. He had always liked playing questionnaire. These days, however, he’d grown used to it. Politeness, it was called, and for whatever it was worth, Dev could find it in him to play along with the strange social standard.

But Jay had something more to say, so Dev remained polite and stayed quiet. He scoffed sardonically almost immediately at what Jay said. “You’ll have to hope a little harder.” He was sure Jay was aware of the glass embedded in his skin, so he gave him a pointed look and left it at that.

A moment later, he decided to give Jay some consideration. ’.. probably would need help pulling those shards out, probably doesn’t have any place to stay.’ Dev shifted his weight to one side, and looked up the sky like one would look at their watch. It was getting about that time, and he had no dinner. ‘.. probably could use a change of clothes, and a shower, although it’ll probably rain tonight..‘ He laughed airily when his stomach rumbled.

So he made his decision. ‘No reason not to offer help.’ But despite the supposed kindness he was showing, his tone was businesslike, precise. “I’m Dev, Jay, and although it is nice to meet you, I need to eat. If you feel up to finding your way to my place, then you can do so. I don’t mind if you crash there. It’s on Mayford street. Number 3910. Door’s unlocked.” After relaying that, he took off the jacket he had on and held it out to Jay. If he looked quizzical about the gesture at all, Dev just gave another pointed look.

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And for that moment, he let Train enjoy the bed, let him enjoy himself for a bit. He wanted the man, but he wanted to drag it out just as well. His nerves were liquid fire, yet he waited. Just for a moment there, perhaps going on a minute. He let his hand-- the one not pressing his weight down on the servant-- trail back down his warm neck, brushing the fresh wound and carrying down to his shirt. The fabric was shoddy at best, although he could easily afford better. He dug his nail into the man's chest, on top of the shirt, not intending to wound but to see how far he could press before it was of pressing concern to the other, watching his expression carefully.

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"I do now, don't I?" The bloody man replied, letting his tongue click off the roof of his mouth after he spoke. The other man watched him, and from what Jay could tell the other certainly noticed his unusual features, but certainly didn't seem bothered by them. More like he was looking at a puzzle, perhaps. The vampire shooed away that thought for now though, shaking hands briefly before letting go.

He bunched his shoulders up around his neck, his grin dropping to a coy smile. "I suppose they would come after someone looking as damn awful as me, but I'm also certain they'd have a hard time catching me."

After putting that whole subject off to the side, he knew it was only polite to introduce himself. "My name's Jay." He wasn't entirely sure the other person would want to give his name, so he decided he wouldn't bother asking. If he wanted to share, he would. No worries.

He shook his head. "I just don't really care right now. I was hoping I didn't look too appalling .." Apparent  he did. He let out a sigh, the corners of his mouth shoving over to one side in a bothered, slanted frown.

Amusement flickered across Dev’s face when the other jolted like a child that got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. He could have laughed. ‘… perhaps not a predator, perhaps someone that had to adapt.’ Although he could give him credit for the decent recovery.

His gaze remained trained on the person, hardly abashed to do so. ‘Fine, he says..’ He felt a twinge of disbelief, despite the guy’s change in posture. A moments pause was given. “Me?” Dev raised his eyebrows, and pondered how to answer. ‘Not as if I wish to..‘ With a shrug, he brushed the question off. “As good as always.” Was all he said.

Dev let the guy come to him, hardly reacting when he flashed him a grin. ’Large canines. What do larger canines indicate?’ He couldn’t fathom, but he easily grinned back in response. His expression was not nearly as amiable. He accepted the handshake as well, and was less careful about his grip than he would’ve been with a human.

This one couldn’t smell less human. ‘Smells like death warmed up..’ It wasn’t as though animalistic orange eyes, and canines that could pierce skin, were human traits either. Dev’s eyes scanned the damage. ‘Blood that isn’t his, freshly healed wounds, glass..’

“You’re a mess.” He stated, with a hint of a warning. Law enforcement frequented the street, thanks to the bar and rowdy people. When Dev continued, you would have thought he was talking about the weather, or something equally boring. “They’ll assume you’re intoxicated and detain you, looking like that.” He did feel like he was talking about the weather. It happened all the time. Human or not, some were just too careless.

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He had stopped, and he waited until the other came closer before smoothly voicing, “How goes?”

The vampire jolted, startled by the sudden greeting. His eyes darted like angelfish, locking with the vibrant icy blue stare. He didn’t quite know what to make of the man, finding his hand subconsciously brushing at his bloody shirt, as if it would do any good.

He relaxed half-a-moment later, letting his eyes wander across the rest of the man’s figure. “Fine,” he answered, his voice a bit rough on his tongue. “And you?”

He didn’t quite know what this person wanted, but his short white hair and the intricacies in the patterns made him stand out from the usual folk around this city. Enough to make him curious— enough to make him cautious. He was hesitant, considering the blood on his hands.

He took a few strides towards the man who was a fair few inches taller than him. Deciding he already looked a mess enough to cause concern, he let a grin flare across his face: enough to show he was friendly, enough to show he was, himself, different from the humans. He even offered the other a handshake, if he so desired… with the hand that he hadn’t dusted off his shirt with, of course.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale; Rinse, repeat. He’d never spent so much time around humans. Being on Earth was… challenging. ‘Engulfing, suffocating, intoxicating..’

Dev ran a hand through his hair as he continued his careful breathing. The main problem was the amount, of course. Among small groups he had little trouble. He could actually hold conversations, and he enjoyed that. Among bigger groups, his instincts alone said he could do as he pleased. He could catch prey off guard, unaware, but losing control was at the bottom of his list of wants. On most occasions.

He gave pause as a familiar smell wafted through the air. ‘Why human blood smells like copper, however…‘ Still, he just had to find the source. The little bar Dev had been hanging outside of was left behind, and as he walked, he noted the smell of burning flesh. Less familiar, but recognizable.

It wasn’t far, and he ran across someone fairly quickly, it seemed. ‘One of the participants.’ Dev could tell just by looking at him. He ran his tongue over his teeth, knowing another predator when he saw one. Although this one seemed out of sorts.

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Jay didn't hold on very long, letting go of his throat after a few seconds. He brushed his tongue over the slightly messy wound-- not a very clean cut. Unusually sloppy for him, honestly. Not wanting the servant to bleed out, he saw to it that it was starting to close up, then took hold of Train's shoulders, shoving him on to the large, luxurious bed. 

He pushed his weight down on the man, pressing his cool skin to the other's blood pulsing warmth, taking a moment to assess the situation and decide what he wanted to do next. "Hmf, that didn't hurt, did it?" He sneered, his pupils shifting behind the neutralizing, brown contacts. He kept one arm pressing down the majority of his weight on Train's shoulder, bringing up the other to brush the backside of his fingers across the other's cheek. He quite liked the pained noise that Train had let escape past his teeth. He ran his tongue over a bit of blood that had ended up on his lip, looking pensive.

And, he imagined, he could make him make quite a few more noises of the sort.  

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Train was a frustratingly confident son of a bitch. Holding back a snarl at the man's calm demeanor, he tightened his hands on the man's shirt collar, giving him a short warning tug before forcing him up to his feet, not that he would stay that way for very long.

His tongue brushed along his teeth, as if checking for their sharpness, before shoving himself at the other male, snapping down on his neck with careful, precise aim. He didn't want to kill him, despite how aggravated he was over how easily the servant could fluster him and shatter his guard. He did, however, want it to hurt.

The blood that started into his mouth was a peculiar taste, unique to the man. He couldn't say that it was the best blood he had ever had-- he much preferred the blood of demons and other supernatural beings-- but it was sharp and he hungered, and therefore, it was satisfying.

He wasted no time, keeping one firm grip around the man's collar and sending the other down to strip him of at least his lower garments-- it would be troublesome to take of his shirt while he was feeding, plus it was rather useful at the moment.

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Rusty copper.

The smell was overwhelming. The metallic taste was sharp and bitter: dipped in alcohol and sweat. Despite wide, focused pupils surrounded by a thin glint of gold, the world seemed blurred. What seemed like thousands of ravens poured over the man's vision, and soon after, his mind, and for a while he was lost to nothingness.

...

The ground was wet and cold, hard cobble against his hypersensitive skin. Though he wasn't affected by the cold, he instinctively dug into the consumed energy of a demon soul and flared out a bright green flame along his skin, creating a familiar warmth as he pushed himself upright to his knees.

There was a body by him, he noticed as an afterthought, the fire spreading carelessly across the damp clothes, flesh and hair. He could smell the drunken red liquid everywhere, although he noticed that most of it had ended up over the ground and himself, and the splattered victim's neck. He felt a slight pain in his head, and the shattered glass along the ground gave him a vague idea of what had occurred.

The body hadn't decayed much at all, hardly set stone cold yet-- perhaps maybe an hour had passed? He didn't quite care. 

He wasn't sure what had lead up to him attacking the stranger, glancing around the dark alley. His eyes snapped to a small, skittering noise, but quickly lost interest in the mouse that the noise belonged to. With a sigh, he got to his feet and watched the green fire take the grungy man's flesh like a starving coyote.

"Merde.." He muttered under his breath, running his hand through his hair and flinching with surprise when he felt a sudden sharp sting. It wasn't really a problem, but he didn't enjoy taking bits of glass out of his already more or less healed wounds. 

It had been a long time since he had let bloodlust over take hold of him so savagely... at least for now he was satisfied. More so, he took relief in the fact that his old habit of killing bums-- people less likely to be missed by the public-- was still predominate inside of him. Ignoring the fact that his clothes were littered with specks of drying scarlet, since there wasn't much to be done about that, he left the alley and started his way down the street. Aimless, trying to recollect his thoughts.

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The question flitted through Jay’s ears, leaving him with a plastered smirk across his face as if the very words were flirting with him. He took some time to consider the question, despite knowing the answer in a heartbeat (cough, not that he had one, cough). 

Quite the clever one, hm? She was observant at the least, which might or might not end up being a problem for him. “Ah… no. I suppose if they did, it would make the decision of sleeping with them a bit more difficult.” The vampire flashed a wink at Crystal, before adding on a bit more, “it’s more of a difference between species than sexual experience. Demon blood is amazing, if you’ll believe it.”

He flicked his wrist so his palm faced towards the sky, a small flux of a gesture to go along with his words. “So, about that project of yours?”

She smirked mirthfully at his exclamation and at his momentary grin. Or especially his momentary grin, since it confirmed her running theory. Fangs: Check. .. Now she knew exactly what her first question would be, subtlety be damned! 

But she pretended to think about it anyway.

“Hmm… I wonder..” she hummed languidly, dragging it out on purpose, and casting a likewise glace to Jay. Mischievousness shown clearly in her eyes.

Nonchalantly as possible, she took a sip of her coffee, then mused, “So is virgin blood really more delectable than non-virgin blood, or is that just a fallacy?”

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He brought his fingers back down to Train's shoulders and traced his nails up the man's neck. His shoulders relaxed as he let the sensation of pleasure wash over him... and he waited, the look of a predator in the wait cleanly marked across his features, right up to the slight smirk. Better," he commented in a soft tone, curling his hand behind the man's ear so he could fuss with the brown locks of hair.

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She gave him a comical face in return to his mock curiosity, but didn’t budge as he leaned in. There was steel behind her eyes, and also… delight.

Alright then! So now she was going to have a paranormal stalker. If she were anyone else, she might feel a bit worried. But really, to her all this did was add some healthy excitement to her life, which was something she had been lacking as of late. Yes, this would be nice.

A short laugh came from her when he asked his question. “Yes, it was your turn to ask a question. A question,” she purred as she watched him from the corner of her eye, “That was two.” She surmised that this would only turn it into some sort of game where they traded questions and answers…

Not that she minded, of course.

“Damn, you got me!” The vampire replied with a sharp laugh, leaning away from her and flashing his teeth with a wide grin for a short moment— before promptly covering them up again. With a hum, he looked away and waited a beat. “That means it’s your turn to ask, so you better hurry up.”

Such an interesting young lady. He liked her spunk, he definitely did. He brushed his hand through his bright hair, casting a sideways glance back at Crystal. 

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"Don't fucking test me, Train," he demanded in a low, gravely voice as he found his eyes shutting and another conditioned human-habit shiver shooting up his spine. In frustration, he dug his nails in deeper, the heartbeat that traveled through Train's neck and up Jay's fingers only made him want to shed blood... and he wanted it to be very, very messy.

For a moment, he regained a bit of his posture and let go of his servant, bringing his hands up to his vest, unhooking it before starting on the buttons of his shirt. It was a satisfactory distraction, and only a necessary step to make certain he didn't want to make a mess of his clothes. Although he didn't think he was rushing the movements, abruptly he found he was already shrugging the fabric down off his shoulders.

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Smut/Kink Prompts-for when you're in the mood to write smut

Send me a prompt, I’ll write you some smut using that prompt.  Send me a 

Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space Coprolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty to the other Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed Fetishism: I’ll write your/my character having sex/playing with an intimate object.  Hematolagnia: I’ll write our characters having sex with blood play Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch.  Masochism: I’ll write my/your character being dominated/humiliated by my/your character Odaxelagnia: I’ll write our characters biting each other in a sexual manner  Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity  Polyiterophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex together with multiple other characters. Scatophilia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character. Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character waking the other up by sex Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Voyeurism: I’ll write my/your character watching the other having sex/masturbating

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When he did realize, he tensed even more, trying to tolerate the torturous pleasure-- at least for a little while. He didn't want to come off as completely desperate, but it was incredibly hard not to just force the other man to do what he wanted. For a moment, he gave Train control, but only to prove that he could handle this little display of disobedience with ease. He would win this game.

Still, his other hand slid over the man's shoulder, fingers finding their way under his shirts collar and feeling the fabric and the warm skin by his neck. For a moment, his sense of touch picked up a heart beat, a pulsing of blood in the man's neck. Between that and everything else, he inhaled sharply as the tongue brushed almost against his cock-- but not QUITE. 

"Damnit, Train," he muttered, his thumb tracing small circles where his shoulder met his neck. It was incredibly, unimaginably difficult to resist just grabbing and forcing the other man's mouth around him...and it showed in how tense he was.

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