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[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.

[Against Jotaro's throat, he smiles, nuzzling into his pulse and humming against him. He can't remember before meeting Jotaro when he'd last felt capable of being content. Everything felt empty, lonely, and helpless. That his life would be committed to a house of ghosts and memories.

He hasn't cried to himself at night in weeks.]

You make me... feel like I am a whole person. Even with the smallest of gestures.

Though it is your birthday, you have gifted me truly with your being here.

You've always been a whole person. You're not just two halves.

[He relaxes, letting more of his weight press against Adrian's supporting arm. There isn't a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he'll be held up, if he does, and the feeling of that trust is almost as addicting as his kisses.

His eyes close, and he lets out a breath that's close to a sigh, his words a whisper on his lips.]

...Suki da yo, batty-chan.

[His arms tighten slightly around Jotaro, ensuring he's held and supported in more than just Adrian's strength. His lips find Jotaro's temple, then his forehead.

Though he tries to not show, there is a tremor in his hands, his lips, overcome with emotion at hearing those words, even with the adorable nickname tacked on at the end. Now he wants to cry, but for significantly different reasons.

And with the recent blood he's acquired, he cannot hide the blush that creeps into his face.]

Te ador, balaur.

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