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[For a moment, Alucard is quiet as his golden eyes meet with Jotaro's green. Then, he reaches out, idly brushing the rebellious dark curl of Jotaro's bangs aside, watching how it just bounces back into place. It's charming. Lightly, his claws trace down the side of Jotaro's face.]

I'll do what I can to take care of you.

Go. Sit. I'll bring you food. When you're done, I'll draw you a bath. It'll be a good way to wash away the events of the day.

After that, we'll see how you'll feel.

[Unable to help himself, he reaches out as well when Alucard draws close, fingertips making the slightest contact with his bare stomach behind the dangling folds of the blanket draped around him. The image of Dio's fist penetrating through and through him still hasn't entirely gone away, and he knows it likely won't, not for a while.

His touch is light, searching. The scar Alucard bears is higher up, sliced across his chest, but his abdomen is smooth and whole; the injury was only there in their minds.]

Okay.

[He nods, lowering his eyes while he soaks in the sensation of clawtips against his skin.]

Are you hungry, too? Tell me the truth.

[The touch is pleasant and not unwelcoming. It takes him a moment to realize what it is for, that Jotaro must still be lingering on when he let Dio punch through him. There's some guilt in it, but surely Jotaro must have known he'd survive? Though maybe not. It's probably hard to turn a blind eye when it's someone you care about. After all, he himself didn't fair well when Jotaro was threatened.

He wonders what's best to reassure him. He'll have to do everything he can to tend to him.]

I am. [Alucard's hands find Jotaro's, squeezing them.] I make no demands, but I will take whatever you offer me.

Stop doing that. I know you're not making demands.

[Alucard's got hold of his hands, linking them together, and that just makes it all the easier to tug on them himself, trying to pull him closer until they're flush together.]

I know you can't want things. I know you're not asking me. I'm not going to think that you're trying to pressure me into something. I just need to know how you feel.

[He ducks his head a little, lightly pressing their foreheads together.]

Don't make me have to guess how you feel. I'm asking because I don't want to be wrong.

I see. I'm sorry.

[Alucard closes his eyes and lightly rubbing his forehead against Jotaro's. It's nice, like this. It's so dangerous, but he won't change his mind.]

I would enjoy having a bit of your blood. And your company. I would enjoy being at your side, helping you, tending however I can.

I... like you. Very much, Jojo.

It's okay. I get it.

[He half wishes he had a hand free; if he did, he thinks, he'd take the opportunity to bury his fingers in Alucard's hair, cradle his head by the nape of his neck. His hair is probably so soft. He wonders if he's tried all that stupid hair gunk he'd bought him, just from the whim of wanting to make him feel good in some small sliver of a way.

But to do that, he'd have to let go of Alucard's hands, and the thought of that isn't an ideal one. So, later. There'll be time to pet him later.]

I...

[I do too is all he has to say. Three words. But somehow it feels more natural to just tilt his chin and close the distance between his mouth and Alucard's, kissing him soft and slow.]

[This time, the kiss feels less hurried and lustful than the last Iris that had befallen Alucard. It's soft and sweet, and he opens his mouth to eagerly join him. Though the words aren't said, he understands what Jotaro is trying to say. Sometimes, words aren't enough, or don't come so easily.

But this tells him enough.

Another light kiss, and he murmurs against him:] Go eat, Jojo. You have me all night, and more if you need.

[Every time they kiss, it feels good. He's memorized every single one, from the unexpected hunger of the antler-influenced one to the urgency of the ones during the last triple moon to this one, and all the others in their varying degrees surrounding them. He doesn't know if that's normal or not, for kisses to stand out so strongly in his memories that way. Maybe it's like that for everyone, and that's just how it's supposed to be. Or maybe it's not, which begs the question of why it's like that for him when it's Alucard specifically.

It's satisfying while it lasts, but when it tapers to its natural end he doesn't feel disappointed, either. There will be others. Alucard is right; they have the whole night ahead of them.

Probably he'll start getting nervous about that sooner or later, but right now he's calm enough, and fine.

Before he draws away, he lets their noses brush lightly, then tucks his face against Alucard's neck and draws in a breath of his scent to check it on his tongue. It's familiar, the way that it was the last time; Alucard's heat must be on its way to ravaging him again, but hopefully it's being mitigated by the fact that he's here. That fiercely protective urge he'd felt the last time isn't nearly as raging, either. Maybe it's calmer because of the month they've had to grow closer and bond since the last time.]

Okay.

[He's still a little reluctant to draw away and break the contact that keeps the reciprocal loop of their moonlacing intact. But he is hungry, and there wouldn't be much point in asking Alucard to take care of him if he's only going to wind up avoiding the help at every turn.

He goes to the place that's been set for him, taking his seat and whispering a faint itadakimasu before starting to eat, filling his stomach with the familiar flavors of home.]

Do you need to...clean up, or anything?

[The heat isn't as bad this time, in part because he has been trying to mitigate it better but also he thinks it is because they've had more time with each other. It'll climb back up eventually, probably, but right at the moment he feels better focusing on Jotaro's needs, pushing aside the climbing warmth inside of himself.

He has his own bowl of soup, content with enjoying the flavor, but having no real need for it. It delights him even more seeing Jotaro enjoy himself.

The question makes him duck his head slightly.]

...I may have to. If you aren't opposed, I could join you in the bath.

[He's trying his best not to just inhale the food in front of him, but once he starts eating it's a lot harder to avoid than he would've expected. Alucard's got a point about how he needs to take better care of himself, he thinks absently. He's been trying, sure, but then sometimes there are days like this one, and it goes by the wayside.

But it's easier to do thanks to Alucard. In part because he'll be able to taste it instantly if he tries to cheat, and in part because some facet of him just...doesn't want to disappoint him.]

Is it big enough?

[He could've taken the time to think about the implications of what Alucard is suggesting and get vaguely bashful about them. Or, hey, he could get hung up on this.]

I mean. I'm not exactly small, and you're as tall as I am.

[There's a soft sigh as he considers a moment, then finishes his soup. Well, maybe it wouldn't have worked out anyway.]

No, I suppose it isn't. Maybe I should look into getting a bigger bath, then. Eventually.

[That means saving up chroma and not spending it on Being a Vampire, but he'll manage. He should probably spread his moonlacing range from primarily Jotaro, but he honestly doesn't feel close to anyone else. Hyperfocusing on one person... that isn't a good sign. Not at all.]

We'll take turns. I'll just be a mess again soon enough in any case. I'll draw the bath for you.

I've got money. If it needs to be better, we'll find a hotel on level one and I'll pay for it.

[He pauses just long enough to push another mouthful of rice and eel into his mouth, glancing up to regard Alucard and chewing hurriedly once he does.]

...Unless that would be too weird.

[He huffs under his breath, his utensils making a soft clicking noise as he toys with his food, killing time, filling space.]

I didn't mean that I was opposed. If that's...what it sounded like.

No, it's-- I'm probably still worrying about being overbearing. Iris makes me feel exceptionally more like I need to be with you.

[With a claw, he traces the rim of his bowl.]

I think perhaps it would be better for you if we just stayed here. Somewhere a bit familiar. Including familiar scents for you. It'll put you at ease.

...We can always have a hotel for another day.

[He looks at Alucard a long moment, watching the tip of his claw, absorbing the thought — and then, of all things, he puts his head down with a snort that quickly turns into a laugh.]

We're fucking terrible at this, huh.

[Though he does feel a bit more at ease, now that he's said it. Something in his shoulders relaxes, just a fraction.]

How about we shower, I'll help you clean up. Then I'll have the bath after, and you can do whatever you want with me. You still get to pamper me or whatever you're going to do. But then we can be together too.

[The laugh does help, actually, making him shrug helplessly.]

I can't say that I've had an exceptional experience in courtships or anything of the like.

[Alucard reaches out, gently placing his hand over Jotaro's.]

That will work for me. I'd like to make sure you're as relaxed as possible tonight. In whatever way I can.

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Yeah, well. Taking as long of naps as you do? Guess that's no big surprise. I bet you snore or something. Hard to keep a girlfriend if you snore in your sleep.

[It's an absolutely abysmal one-liner, but at least there's a touch of levity seeping back into the mood, now. The secure feeling of having his hand covered over helps, too.]

This tasted good. I think I'm full enough for now, so...

That's the second time you've accused me of snoring. Maybe you'll just have to find out on your own.

[Perhaps inspired by Iris but he does feel a flood of pride in knowing that Jotaro enjoyed it. He smiles warmly for a moment, then stands up and folds the blanket over the back of his chair.]

Then come with me. [Gently, he tugs Jotaro with him.]

Hope you had that coffin of yours built big enough for two. Well, maybe one and a half.

[Mindful of Alucard's wings, he gets to his feet and reaches around behind him to run a hand down his spine, caressing the sleek muscle in his back. He doesn't linger long, leaving every opportunity for Alucard to flinch away if the touch is unwanted, but with a stroke in his fingers designed to soothe and spoil.

The touch falls away once they start to head for the bathroom, but his hand doesn't stray far; he lets it hang near Alucard's hip, close enough to brush against him as they walk, like a reassurance that he and that tangible contact both haven't gone far.]

Hey, so did you ever use that stuff I bought you for your hair? Did you like it?

It's sizable. I didn't want to be uncomfortable.

[The touch makes him sigh and lean into Jotaro slightly, his back arching. Never away from him but toward him.

The touches are comforting, but spur on that heat inside of him. It's a bit maddening, the way it crawls in him. Iris is still difficult to deal with, but easier with someone he cares for and trusts.]

I have. It's very nice. A bit luxurious, so I could hardly complain.

Would you like to wash my hair?

So you snore and you roll around a lot. No wonder.

[Would he sleep in a coffin if it was what Alucard wanted? ...Probably. It would be worth it, in the end. Being close to him would be worth it.]

...Yeah. I want to. That's what you had in mind for me, right...so let me do the same.

I wonder, is that better or worse than sleeping like the dead?

[There's a pause, and he offers quietly:] I also have just... a bed. If you prefer. I don't mind either way.

But yes, I'd enjoy it. Your hands in my hair. I'll try to be careful with my claws.

Ha. Don't you mean like the undead?

[He rubs his hand across Alucard's back again, this time letting his hand wander up toward the nape of his neck. His fingers dig in a little — soothing, stroking, possessive.]

...Bed's probably better, uh, this time. Just because of the moon. If it were a different time of the month I'd do the coffin with you. I mean, only if you were there. Dunno about sleeping in one by myself.

[When they reach the bathroom, he keeps one hand on Alucard while the other automatically fumbles for where he thinks the lightswitch would be, aiming to turn it on without breaking their rhythm.]

Maybe you don't have to be...that careful. With the claws.

Rude. I'm not either, anyway.

[A slow sigh escapes him as he feels Jotaro's fingers at his neck. The grip is just a bit tight, but not painful. Just there to remind him of who's with him, who is here right now, and it's all he wants.]

Bed, then. It's fine.

[The light turns on. He hasn't really changed the bathroom since arriving in Lunatia, but he's starting to wonder if he should take more liberties with the apartment.]

Mm. They're not too sharp, I suppose, but I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me if it's too much.

[And he reaches out, turning on the knob for the shower.]

[You're not going to hurt me, he almost says, except that it occurs to him just in time that that's probably exactly what Alucard doesn't want to hear right now. Alucard, who tore Dio's head off and crushed it in his hands, who fears losing himself to the vampire inside him more than anything else in the world...Alucard doesn't want to hear you won't any more than he wants to say I want. They're both questions of restraint, aren't they, and ones that Alucard has to contend with alone.

So he bites his tongue, kicking the door closed behind them with the heel of one foot while he keeps his attention on Alucard, and tries a more careful approach.]

I'll tell you if I need you to stop. And I have Star. He'll look out for me.

[He backs up a half-step, making just enough room to get hold of his sweatshirt and shuck it unceremoniously off, the soft cotton shirt beneath it following quickly after. It leaves him standing in just his pants, bared to the waist, open to be touched.

He knows how many scars there are, left behind on his skin — the place where Anubis's sword had pierced his stomach, gasoline burns here, knife wounds there. He doesn't think much of them by now; he supposes they're probably unsightly. Mostly when he looks at himself he focuses on the muscle instead of the skin — the firm ridges of each abdominal muscle in isolation, the sharp angles of his hipbones. His pants ride low on his hips; a faint dusting of black hair is just barely visible, joined by the trail that runs south of his navel.

He looks all right, he supposes. It's just his body, that's all.

A moment's hesitation later, he opens the button on his pants and shoves them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time and leaving them abandoned on the floor, with the boxers beneath following soon after. Even bared, he doesn't find himself particularly self-conscious; he wonders if that's Alucard's influence, or something else.]

So. ...Look all you want, I guess. This is me.

That's true.

[It must be nice that Jotaro is never alone, he thinks. Perhaps a Stand is not quite like a person, but he's never truly alone, and that's something. He tries not to be envious.

As the shower warms up, he watches Jotaro undress bit by bit. The scars make him pause. A story to each one, no doubt, from the adventures he's had. He should probably revel more in that he's completely undressed, but more than that he feels like Jotaro is baring himself open in a way that others wouldn't normally see. Not in nudity, but the way the past has engraved itself onto him, for better or for worse.

Reaching out, he traces down Jotaro's chest, his claws dragging over his skin. He feels a shudder, an overwhelming surge of heat.]

You're beautiful.

[As if to ensure it isn't unbalanced between them, he tugs off his pajama pants. It'll be impossible to hide how he's dripping now, but he can't really be bothered with it. They're showering anyway.]

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