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Teeth
For Pan
"Thirty-two."
"Huh?"
"There are thirty-two teeth in the human mouth."
Haine fixed Zelman with a confused expression that somehow managed to look annoyed at the same time with the sudden bout of offered information, almost as if he'd been personally offended by the statement. However, there was to be no oral communication to be added to his outward look of distaste so the elder (and younger-looking) of the two simply fixed the albino with a lazy, amused sort of smirk. "Believe it or not, each and every single one of them serves some sort of purpose."
"And I care about this, why?" the white-haired male asked with a tone that clearly showed his disinterest with the newest subject. He had more important things to fixate his attention on. "Get the hell out of here."
His request was predictably ignored by the Old Blood currently reclined comfortably on his ceiling. His ceiling, of all places.
"The front teeth adequately serve their purpose when it comes to cutting into meat, the molars serve to crush food into manageable pieces...even the wisdom teeth were once used to break down bone." The information just appeared to be even more offensive to the trigger-happy albino as his scowl deepened.
"I don't care--get out of here already. I didn't invite you in here--"
"But I think the most important of all," Zelman continued, ignoring Haine's increasingly irritated demeanor, "are the eyeteeth; the canines."
"...What?" The Red-Eyed Prince couldn't help the way his lips curved slowly into a deeper smirk at the slight change in Haine his words had provoked. His eyebrows (or at least, his brow) rose slightly despite his annoyance remaining dominant in his expression to indicate the faintest of confusion, but what amused Zelman so much more was the way the albino's heart had sped up for the briefest moment. It made him grin and flash his fangs.
"Well...it would be much more difficult for, say...Black Blood, such as myself, to get the required sustenance without them. After all, they so easily pierce the soft, tender flesh of our victims' necks so that sweet, crimson blood begins to pour out. It would be annoying to try and retrieve it by other means, don't you think?"
"..." Haine's lack of response was exactly what Zelman expected of him; instantly he was filled with a sense of delight and a desire to...well, pick on him. Especially when the younger inched back only slightly; if one hadn't been used to watching for such movements it would have easily gone unnoticed. And since he had at least eight hundred years' experience, his garnet-shaded eyes easily caught the movement as they watched and studied the blood that pumped through Haine's body with predatory interest.
Watching the way Haine's blood reacted was admittedly one of the main reasons Zelman enjoyed their interactions. The barest gesture or look on his part could send the usually lazy flow of blood pumping through Haine's arteries and veins into either an enraged or anxious frenzy and it made the constant hunger for blood within the vampire build so the point where he just couldn't ignore it.
Such was the case now, as he fixed his hungry red eyes upon the morsel below him. His gaze was hungry and filled with sadistic mirth as he pushed himself up and walked down the wall--all the while keeping his attention focused on the now-retreating albino. It was so cute when Haine inched backwards as if he really wished to attack rather than inch away, he mused as a deep and slow chuckle escaped him.
"Your pulse is racing, Haine."
"Go to hell--" he snarled as a hand went quickly for the mauser and its silver chain; it was a movement Zelman watched with great interest, pupils focused on the exact way Haine's palm slapped over the handle of the weapon at the same time his index finger curled itself around the trigger with little to no finesse... What came next wasn't the least bit threatening since Haine might as well be moving in slow motion when he whipped the firearm around and shot several times. All it took was a slight flash of Zelman's eyes for a bluish aura in the shape of a wall appeared between him and the albino; the bullets came to an immediate halt as though stopped in time.
"Well that wasn't very nice," Zelman remarked with mock-hurt, a slight shrug of his shoulders giving little clue as to what his next move would be--though, really, it wasn't as if he expected Haine to manage to do that anyway. All it took was the briefest moment of contact between their eyes and the elder of the pair froze his newest prey with Eye Raid. The only movement Haine was capable was the barest of trembles as he tried to force his muscle to move and react to his wishes; a futile effort, but Zelman didn't bother to inform him of that fact.
Instead, he sauntered over with hands in his jacket pockets and a smirk both dark and sensual upon his lips as he addressed the younger male. "Teeth have many other uses, you know. They're not just for eating." The information didn't seem to impress Haine, but Zelman continued nonetheless as he moved past his extended arm so that his shoulders met Haine's forearm. "Many couples tend to use their teeth in more...intimate ways. They're common in foreplay." And as if to accent his point, Zelman turned his head to the side only slightly, his fangs bared just enough for him to slowly graze the sharpened edges along the veins of Haine's wrist even though he pointedly kept his gaze fixed upon Haine's. The action left a thin red line that quickly closed up as it healed, but the tremble that ran through Haine's body as a result was well worth the effort.
"Some think the best part of oral foreplay are hickeys," the scarlet-eyed vampire purred in a tone he knew would cause Haine to flinch had been able. "Of course, I suppose that really isn't an option with you." He nipped at the tender flesh on the albino's arm to affirm this, delighting in the hiss Haine let out when his skin was cut. It too closed quickly, but not before Zelman managed to gather a drop of it on hips lips to lick off with a hum of enjoyment.
"Y-you bast-tard...!"
"Pet names again, Fido? Although I suppose technically its 'mutt' now, isn't it?" the elder said with obvious enjoyment of the other's displeasure--and apparent embarrassment, from the tiniest hints of red that darkened Haine's cheeks. It gave him a rather nice tone to his skin; it was healthier and more full of life than his usual pale condition, and it sent a trill of hunger through the red-haired vampire that he just couldn't resist.
He let out a soft chuckle as he fixed his eyes on Haine's face, taking note of the anger in his eyes and the uncertainty that hide behind it as his lips parted from their deep smirk so that sharp fangs were bared. "The best part about being a vampire, I think..." he paused for a brief moment, only long enough to trail a slow lick over the racing pulse in Haine's wrist, "...is that it's just so very easy to achieve the satisfaction of a meal and foreplay all at once~"
It was at that moment that he specifically chose to release Haine from his mental grasp and let him move freely. Not because he was feeling generous or anything like that, but because with his body no longer frozen Zelman could fully enjoy the younger's reaction as he bit into his wrist with deadly fangs and purred hungrily as he sucked greedily at the sudden rush of blood that flowed forth from the injury.
The quickening of Haine's heartbeat pumped adrenaline through his body like a wildfire through a forest, but all it served to do was further satiate Zelman's hunger as it escape through the twin puncture marks he latched onto. He could hear Haine's heartbeat thundering like a drum in his ears, but he chose to focus on the quick pulse beneath his lips while his eyes focused on the albino's outward reactions.
Tension showed in nearly every muscle as the unavoidable pleasure that resulted from Zelman's bite surged through the humanoid weapon's body. The only place it seemed to have missed was his mouth, where lips were parted in a silent moan he was sure Haine had forced himself to withhold at the initial bite. It made Zelman pause only long enough to let another smirk cross his features before he redoubled his efforts and Haine jerked his head back with an audible gasp. It wasn't what he had aimed for, but it would do for now; the albino's cheeks were already reddened and if he wanted to avoid a stake through the heart later it would be best to pace himself. It wouldn't do to be greedy, even if the thought of a ravished Haine was beyond amusing.
When Haine's knees began to quake with the effort it took to keep himself standing, Zelman took that as his cue to finish and moved an arm under Haine's to support him as he slowly pulled his fangs from the younger's wrist and tried to lap at the small droplets of blood that remained as the wound sealed itself; it was difficult to accomplish when one suddenly had a limp body sagged against them, hands clutching weakly at his poor jacket.
Zelman said nothing as he watched Haine try to get some semblance of himself back, attempting to pull himself up despite the way his hands didn't seem to want to grasp in the manner he wanted. It made Zelman's eyes flash with mirth (and he was sure Haine could hear it quite clearly in his mind), but he moved to assist the albino anyway and pulled him up properly with little effort so that the taller of the pair could drop his forehead on the vampire's shoulder and catch his breath.
'Now if only we could get past the foreplay part and to the real fun,' Zelman lamented with a small sigh.
For Pan
"Thirty-two."
"Huh?"
"There are thirty-two teeth in the human mouth."
Haine fixed Zelman with a confused expression that somehow managed to look annoyed at the same time with the sudden bout of offered information, almost as if he'd been personally offended by the statement. However, there was to be no oral communication to be added to his outward look of distaste so the elder (and younger-looking) of the two simply fixed the albino with a lazy, amused sort of smirk. "Believe it or not, each and every single one of them serves some sort of purpose."
"And I care about this, why?" the white-haired male asked with a tone that clearly showed his disinterest with the newest subject. He had more important things to fixate his attention on. "Get the hell out of here."
His request was predictably ignored by the Old Blood currently reclined comfortably on his ceiling. His ceiling, of all places.
"The front teeth adequately serve their purpose when it comes to cutting into meat, the molars serve to crush food into manageable pieces...even the wisdom teeth were once used to break down bone." The information just appeared to be even more offensive to the trigger-happy albino as his scowl deepened.
"I don't care--get out of here already. I didn't invite you in here--"
"But I think the most important of all," Zelman continued, ignoring Haine's increasingly irritated demeanor, "are the eyeteeth; the canines."
"...What?" The Red-Eyed Prince couldn't help the way his lips curved slowly into a deeper smirk at the slight change in Haine his words had provoked. His eyebrows (or at least, his brow) rose slightly despite his annoyance remaining dominant in his expression to indicate the faintest of confusion, but what amused Zelman so much more was the way the albino's heart had sped up for the briefest moment. It made him grin and flash his fangs.
"Well...it would be much more difficult for, say...Black Blood, such as myself, to get the required sustenance without them. After all, they so easily pierce the soft, tender flesh of our victims' necks so that sweet, crimson blood begins to pour out. It would be annoying to try and retrieve it by other means, don't you think?"
"..." Haine's lack of response was exactly what Zelman expected of him; instantly he was filled with a sense of delight and a desire to...well, pick on him. Especially when the younger inched back only slightly; if one hadn't been used to watching for such movements it would have easily gone unnoticed. And since he had at least eight hundred years' experience, his garnet-shaded eyes easily caught the movement as they watched and studied the blood that pumped through Haine's body with predatory interest.
Watching the way Haine's blood reacted was admittedly one of the main reasons Zelman enjoyed their interactions. The barest gesture or look on his part could send the usually lazy flow of blood pumping through Haine's arteries and veins into either an enraged or anxious frenzy and it made the constant hunger for blood within the vampire build so the point where he just couldn't ignore it.
Such was the case now, as he fixed his hungry red eyes upon the morsel below him. His gaze was hungry and filled with sadistic mirth as he pushed himself up and walked down the wall--all the while keeping his attention focused on the now-retreating albino. It was so cute when Haine inched backwards as if he really wished to attack rather than inch away, he mused as a deep and slow chuckle escaped him.
"Your pulse is racing, Haine."
"Go to hell--" he snarled as a hand went quickly for the mauser and its silver chain; it was a movement Zelman watched with great interest, pupils focused on the exact way Haine's palm slapped over the handle of the weapon at the same time his index finger curled itself around the trigger with little to no finesse... What came next wasn't the least bit threatening since Haine might as well be moving in slow motion when he whipped the firearm around and shot several times. All it took was a slight flash of Zelman's eyes for a bluish aura in the shape of a wall appeared between him and the albino; the bullets came to an immediate halt as though stopped in time.
"Well that wasn't very nice," Zelman remarked with mock-hurt, a slight shrug of his shoulders giving little clue as to what his next move would be--though, really, it wasn't as if he expected Haine to manage to do that anyway. All it took was the briefest moment of contact between their eyes and the elder of the pair froze his newest prey with Eye Raid. The only movement Haine was capable was the barest of trembles as he tried to force his muscle to move and react to his wishes; a futile effort, but Zelman didn't bother to inform him of that fact.
Instead, he sauntered over with hands in his jacket pockets and a smirk both dark and sensual upon his lips as he addressed the younger male. "Teeth have many other uses, you know. They're not just for eating." The information didn't seem to impress Haine, but Zelman continued nonetheless as he moved past his extended arm so that his shoulders met Haine's forearm. "Many couples tend to use their teeth in more...intimate ways. They're common in foreplay." And as if to accent his point, Zelman turned his head to the side only slightly, his fangs bared just enough for him to slowly graze the sharpened edges along the veins of Haine's wrist even though he pointedly kept his gaze fixed upon Haine's. The action left a thin red line that quickly closed up as it healed, but the tremble that ran through Haine's body as a result was well worth the effort.
"Some think the best part of oral foreplay are hickeys," the scarlet-eyed vampire purred in a tone he knew would cause Haine to flinch had been able. "Of course, I suppose that really isn't an option with you." He nipped at the tender flesh on the albino's arm to affirm this, delighting in the hiss Haine let out when his skin was cut. It too closed quickly, but not before Zelman managed to gather a drop of it on hips lips to lick off with a hum of enjoyment.
"Y-you bast-tard...!"
"Pet names again, Fido? Although I suppose technically its 'mutt' now, isn't it?" the elder said with obvious enjoyment of the other's displeasure--and apparent embarrassment, from the tiniest hints of red that darkened Haine's cheeks. It gave him a rather nice tone to his skin; it was healthier and more full of life than his usual pale condition, and it sent a trill of hunger through the red-haired vampire that he just couldn't resist.
He let out a soft chuckle as he fixed his eyes on Haine's face, taking note of the anger in his eyes and the uncertainty that hide behind it as his lips parted from their deep smirk so that sharp fangs were bared. "The best part about being a vampire, I think..." he paused for a brief moment, only long enough to trail a slow lick over the racing pulse in Haine's wrist, "...is that it's just so very easy to achieve the satisfaction of a meal and foreplay all at once~"
It was at that moment that he specifically chose to release Haine from his mental grasp and let him move freely. Not because he was feeling generous or anything like that, but because with his body no longer frozen Zelman could fully enjoy the younger's reaction as he bit into his wrist with deadly fangs and purred hungrily as he sucked greedily at the sudden rush of blood that flowed forth from the injury.
The quickening of Haine's heartbeat pumped adrenaline through his body like a wildfire through a forest, but all it served to do was further satiate Zelman's hunger as it escape through the twin puncture marks he latched onto. He could hear Haine's heartbeat thundering like a drum in his ears, but he chose to focus on the quick pulse beneath his lips while his eyes focused on the albino's outward reactions.
Tension showed in nearly every muscle as the unavoidable pleasure that resulted from Zelman's bite surged through the humanoid weapon's body. The only place it seemed to have missed was his mouth, where lips were parted in a silent moan he was sure Haine had forced himself to withhold at the initial bite. It made Zelman pause only long enough to let another smirk cross his features before he redoubled his efforts and Haine jerked his head back with an audible gasp. It wasn't what he had aimed for, but it would do for now; the albino's cheeks were already reddened and if he wanted to avoid a stake through the heart later it would be best to pace himself. It wouldn't do to be greedy, even if the thought of a ravished Haine was beyond amusing.
When Haine's knees began to quake with the effort it took to keep himself standing, Zelman took that as his cue to finish and moved an arm under Haine's to support him as he slowly pulled his fangs from the younger's wrist and tried to lap at the small droplets of blood that remained as the wound sealed itself; it was difficult to accomplish when one suddenly had a limp body sagged against them, hands clutching weakly at his poor jacket.
Zelman said nothing as he watched Haine try to get some semblance of himself back, attempting to pull himself up despite the way his hands didn't seem to want to grasp in the manner he wanted. It made Zelman's eyes flash with mirth (and he was sure Haine could hear it quite clearly in his mind), but he moved to assist the albino anyway and pulled him up properly with little effort so that the taller of the pair could drop his forehead on the vampire's shoulder and catch his breath.
'Now if only we could get past the foreplay part and to the real fun,' Zelman lamented with a small sigh.