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Guess we'll find out.

[His tail wags, as he seems to be in a startlingly good mood; after trading another few nuzzles and nips, and winding up satisfied that Adrian smells sufficiently like him to leave him content for the moment, he sinks down onto his knees in front of him, looking for all the world like a very delighted dog with his pricked ears and swishing tail.]

Can I open it now? I've been good. I promise.

[Honestly? Somehow Jotaro just somehow manages to combine the look of a mischievous man while also being intensely adorable. It brings a smile to his face, and he sighs with a helpless shrug before offering the package.]

I know for a fact you're the opposite of good, but you may have it anyway.

[Inside are two delicately bound items. One that's still vaguely warm is a small loaf of lemon cake, lightly glazed. Not unlike the smell of Lisa's cake from Adrian's memories.

The other is a stone carved statue, approximately a foot tall.]

A sea dragon. It seemed terribly appropriate now more than ever to gift it to you. I only apologize that I could not find proper marble in this place to carve it for you, but I worked with what I had.

Hmm, I don't know. What's the opposite of good?

["A bastard", probably, which is also entirely accurate. But for the moment, he's busy working the box open and peering inside for his gifts, as much because he can sense Adrian's eagerness about them as because he's excited for them himself.

And he's not disappointed. The cake smells exquisite to his heightened Sanguis senses, warm and fresh and deliciously lemony in its aroma. He'll have to try that soon. But what really holds his attention is the statute, which he lifts out with reverence, lightly tracing a claw along the sweep of the sea dragon's tail as he appreciates the craftsmanship firsthand.]

You carved this.

[He can't take his eyes off of it, really.]

You painted for me, and now you sculpt too?

[Speaking of, said painting is currently hanging on the wall in his apartment's little dining area, an evident place of honor among the furniture.]

You know what.

["A bastard" is definitely the answer.

But more importantly, Adrian is watching Jotaro's reaction carefully, curious to see how he takes to the gifts. Which, it seems that he does like what he's given, the way he's touching the statue.]

You seem to enjoy what I make, and I like making them for you. I mostly used my claws to get the finger details on this.

Is it to your liking?

Your claws. So it's not just hand-carved, it's hand-carved.

[He rotates the statue slightly in his hands, admiring the craftsmanship in light of this new information. He tries to imagine Adrian at work on it, one claw extended, painstakingly etching in ridge after ridge of the scales along the tail — for him. For him. To make him happy.]

It's great. I really...it's. You're amazing.

[A hint of a grin tugs at the edge of his mouth.]

Dragons make you think of me now, huh?

[It delights him knowing that Jotaro likes it so much. He'd done well, making something for him this way. Buying a gift is more difficult for him than just crafting one, so he smiles warmly, pleased.]

I could hardly be blamed for that, considering.

I'd already intended to make something like this for you, but it seemed fated especially after you were last affected by Sanguis.

This is going in my room. I'm gonna look at it all the time.

[But for the moment, it's getting carefully set aside, securely out of the way so that he can rise up and claim another firm kiss for himself.]

In Japanese, the word for dragon is "ryu". Wolf is "ōkami". Just...so that you know. If you wanted to know.

[Softly, he sighs into the kiss, tipping his head and opening his mouth to invite Jotaro. A fine reward for the work done, he thinks.

Then, he can't help but laugh quietly.]

Jotaro. I can speak your language. I know the words.

Huh? ...Fuck. Chō again?

[He grumbles good-naturedly, vaguely disgruntled at being robbed of his opportunity — whatever opportunity he'd been envisioning, he isn't altogether sure, but it had seemed important at the time — but more interested in stealing kisses than protesting the issue.]

Well. Then you know what I am, I guess. Good.

[He nuzzles against Adrian's throat.]

You're a pretty bat.

Yes. And my own studies. I've learned many languages, Jojo.

I can always teach you my language, if you'd like. Wolf is lup, dragon is balaur usually but the kind in the statue is şarpe.

[His hand comes up, claws lightly dragging through Jotaro's hair, thicker from the wolfish features. Adrian takes another kiss, and as many more as Jotaro is willing to give him.

Softly, he adds:] Bat is lilieci.

Because it's a sea dragon, so it's different.

[That seems to make sense, he thinks, in the few seconds he has before he gets immediately distracted by the sensation of Adrian's little claws raking through his hair. It's enough to make him shiver, the feeling rousing the memory of all the times he's felt those little claws at work, grasping and scratching and eager in the throes of intimacy.]

Lup. Balaur. Lilieci.

[He tests each word on his tongue, the language unfamiliar but the vowels reasonably natural, and lingers at length over the last of them.]

Lilieci, lilieci, lilieci.

[The words, lilieci in particular, sound so satisfying in Jotaro's voice. He leans in, stealing a soft, light kiss from Jotaro's lips, then presses another eagerly to his jaw.]

Yes. Very good.

Your lilieci.

Mine.

[He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of the possessiveness and the kisses both, and when he reopens them again halfway, the irises flash brilliant green.]

Will you do something for me? Just, since it's my birthday, and all...

Of course.

[Gently, he strokes his hand down Jotaro's cheek, careful with his claws.]

What would you ask of me?

I want to see your fangs.

[His answer comes almost immediately; evidently, he didn't need any time to think about this, what with it already being on his mind and all.]

I want to see — you. How strong you are. How fast. My lilieci. My vampire.

[Adrian considers for a moment, his thumb pressing to Jotaro's chin.]

In what way would you want to see them?

I am yours. And I would do this, but I want to know how.

Mmmmm.

[There's something sweetly possessive in the way his face is taken and held; the Sanguis in him approves, craving the power exchange, and he has to take a second to focus lest he get distracted by it.]

It'd be enough just to see you smile with them. Or maybe you could bite me.

[He pauses, licking his lips as he buys a moment to think.]

That would be okay. Seeing your mark on me, for one day.

Here.

[He reaches for Jotaro's hand, pulling it up so that he can guide a thumb toward his mouth. Carefully, he has Jotaro press his thumb against the side of Adrian's fang, not the tip. He lets him look, lets him feel, then drags his mouth away before giving the end of his thumb a kiss.]

A vampire's fangs grow from the skull. They cannot be simply pulled; they're more than just rooted. Which is part of why they're so strong.

[Adrian leans in, nuzzling at Jotaro's ear.]

I can bite you, if you'd let me. Just to have a taste of you would be enough.

Ah.

[There's something oddly intimate about having his thumb in Adrian's mouth, feeling along the sides of his fangs. For a second, the thought crosses his mind to take it a step further — push his fingers in more, feel along his gums and the inside of his mouth, run them along the flat of his tongue and press them into the back to see how deep he can take them — but it's only a thought, and quickly gone by the time he feels the kiss pressed against the pad of his thumb.

(He remembers, suddenly, the obscene popping noise Adrian's mouth once made when it pulled off of his dick, and this is not at all the time to be dwelling on that, but his cheeks go faintly red anyway.)

He makes himself think, instead, of how it must have been for Adrian as a kid, half-human with a vampire's skull and vampire teeth to match. Did the others fall out, the way a human's baby teeth always do? He tries to imagine him with a more youthful face and a cute gap where the front teeth should be, flanked on either side by his fangs, and yeah, okay, that's actually pretty adorable to contemplate.]

Yeah. I want to do it...not just in the heat of the moment. More deliberate than that.

[He works a hand into Adrian's hair, tugging softly on the strands before drawing back to look at him properly. The magic in his eyes has fled, for the moment; the only green there is his own.]

I want it to be something else we do. And that we both know it's okay. I want to trust you with me. I mean — I do, I already do. But that's what this is. Trust. I trust you.

Once a month. To give you time to recover, so I know I'm not taking so much from you.

[He huffs at the tug in his hair, liking it. Adrian reaches out, his arm around Jotaro's waist.]

I trust you to also tell me if I drink too much, or when you aren't ready. But I want to as well. To bite, to leave my mark. Everyone will see, and we will know what it's from. Who it's from.

[Adrian nuzzles in close, his nose bumping against Jotaro's pulse. The promise of him being alive, blood pumping. It's a comfort.]

Yeah. I promise, I won't overdo it.

[But he sighs contentedly, tipping his head to bare more of his neck, inviting Adrian to stay close to him. It feels safe, like this. Safe, with an arm secured around him and Adrian tucked in close, wrapped up in him.]

I just like it, you know? The thought of being that for you. I want to take care of you, like you take care of me.

I like to think that most couples do that for each other. Well, properly balanced ones.

...Thank you. For giving this to me.

[A light kiss is given to his throat. Adrian keeps his arm firmly where it is, supporting Jotaro just in case he feels faint. Opening his mouth, his fangs drag over his flesh until finally he bites down quickly.

And oh, the taste of his blood. It's such a comfort now, and he can tell how much better he's been caring for himself. He's proud.]

Ohfuck, Adrian...

[So, this one time Avdol got on his case about not wanting to hear the intimate details of his apparent being-bitten kink, and at that time he'd emphatically and vocally denied anything of the sort because clearly, he was doing this to be a good friend, because this is how Adrian eats, because he wants him to be okay.

And yeah, he's a gigantic liar.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, because it does; he feels every millimeter of those fangs going in and in and in until they're buried deep in his neck. They're strong, Adrian had said, and from feeling them in use he can understand why. They need to be, for precisely this reason, so that they can bite in deep without running the risk of fracturing or pulling.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, because of course it hurts. But he's used to things hurting, and he's always a little suspicious of the things that don't, and more often than not the things that hurt him don't take the time out to make sure he feels safe and calm like this.]

S'...not still like water, ah, is it?

[Praise him.]

[Slowly, he disengages, fangs sliding free. He gives the bite an open, wet kiss before dragging his tongue over it, catching whatever droplets of blood that he can.]

No. Not at all. You've been doing so much better, Jojo. I'm proud of you; I know how difficult it is to want to take care of yourself.

But I'm glad we both have reason to.

[He kisses the mark again, kissing away blood, kissing for the sake of kissing.]

Hah...

[He sighs approvingly, basking in the residual sting of the puncture wounds in tandem with the warmth of Adrian's mouth, the wet swipe of his tongue. It's easy to relax from the attention, and especially so when the drinking melts into kisses, lavishing affection against his skin.]

We're pretty domestic lately, huh. You cook for me, I feed you...

[He reaches up, wrapping a lock of Adrian's hair around his finger and running his thumb over it.]

I kinda like it. Playing house with you. I mean, not playing, but...this. This thing we do, I like it.

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