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Hand kiss turns into sneaky nibble turns into smack

This screamed Vampire AU Basil and Henry so have some good Artisan Philosophy shenanigans

First part gets mildly suggestive but Henry accidentally prevents anything from actually hapenning

Basil didn’t trust the way Henry was looking at him. His eyes were flashing between their normal piercing ice blue and an excited vibrant violet color with each blink, which meant he was plotting something. Usually something Basil wouldn’t approve of. The artist sighed, turning his attention instead to the painted landscape he was working on. Whatever it was his friend had planned, he was sure to learn soon anyway, given he was the likely target.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed between the two. Or it might have been longer, as Basil found himself once again engrossed in the painting, adding more strokes to the grass to make it seem more alive. With a different brush and color from the stand to his right, he added a few small wildflowers. He hummed to himself. The painting was certainly coming along as he’d hoped.

A hand coming to rest on his shoulder and another grasped his unoccupied left hand shattered his concentration completely.

“What—“

Basil’s thoughts ground to a halt as Henry raised their joined hands to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on Basil’s palm. Violet slitted eyes met green for a moment. Henry smirked at Basil’s blush, laying another kiss onto his palm. He turned away, stiffly putting his brush on the stand and trying his best to ignore whatever it was Henry was trying to do. Slowly, the kisses trailed down to Basil’s wrist, stopping on the faint bite mark on Basil’s wrist. He shut his eyes as he felt the hand on his shoulder grasp his forearm, Henry’s breath ghosting along his wrist.

“Such hands,” Henry whispered, “able to create beauty out of nothingness.”

Another kiss sent shivers down Basil’s spine. Then he felt the sharp prick of fangs on his wrist.

Henry let out a small yelp as Basil smacked his temple firmly with his right hand.

“Henry!” Basil admonished, “we had agreement. Feeding is on Fridays only.”

“But that is predictable,” Henry groaned, dropping Basil’s arm and eyes flickering to a dull blue, “and you know how I detest predictability.”

Basil rolled down his sleeves, breathing deeply to school his blush.

“And you are aware how I prefer ‘predictability’, although I’d call it a schedule, Henry. Besides, we’re meant to be attending that Oxford alumni meetup later, or have you forgotten?”

“And what,” Henry huffed and lit a cigarette with a flash of red, “does that have to do with me not being allowed to feed. Barring it being ‘off-schedule’.”

Basil glanced back at the vampire. While he may not have been obviously pouting, Basil could see it in his stiffness, slightly angled away from Basil, tapping his ashes onto the floor with no regards for the flooring, desaturated blue eyes stuck firmly on Basil’s shoes.

“For a genius, you rarely do think of the consequences of your actions,” Basil sighed sitting back down in the stool he’d stood from.

“The surprise is part of the fun, Basil. Spontaneity and flexibility are some of the most important factors in living a lifestyle worth living. Or non-living as the case may be.”

“Yes, yes, do save your ideas this time. What I was saying is that we have an event to attend, and I would rather not be tired from having had you drink my blood.”

“But the event is in a couple of hours,” Henry scoffed, “surely you’d be recovered by then or else I’ve severely overestimated your constitution.”

“Then perhaps you have overestimated me,” Basil sniffed, “as it takes a good five to six hours before the lethargy begins to pass.”

Basil saw Henry attempt to say something in retaliation, but he barreled through, “and don’t say we can simply skip this event. I haven’t met some of the people attending in years and I know you were planning on discussing with Alan whatever it is you two talk about. Speaking of Alan, I would much rather not get another letter demanding to know where I’d been during the alumni meetup after we missed last month’s.”

Henry snorted a laugh at the last point, remembering the letter that had turned to ashes soon after he’d opened it, eyes brightening to their usual icy blue.

“You burned it, didn’t you?” groaned Basil, getting a noncommittal shrug in response, “you’re lucky I figured that and responded for the both of us.”

Henry smiled, “thank you for the pointless endeavor, but am I really not allowed to feed today? At all? Even you humans have tea and biscuits before your dinner.”

Basil was unsure of how to feel being compared to tea and biscuits, so he simply put it on the list of weird comparisons the vampire has made.

After a few more moments of contemplation, Basil sighed in defeat. “Alright, should we decide to retire from the event early, I will allow you to have your ‘tea and biscuits’. Does that sound alright to you?”

Henry’s smile turned into a smirk with a flash of red and violet. “More than alright, wonderful in fact. I’ll be sure to pull us out at the earliest possible convenience.”

All the artist could do was shake his head in fond exasperation, shooing Henry back into his corner.

“I require time and space to finish this piece, one of which I only have limited supply, therefore I require space, Henry.

Henry raised his hands in defeat, opting to comfortably fling himself into a nearby seat and finish off his cigarette. Basil turned back to the painting, a small grin adorning his face, to continue fussing with it until they had to leave.