Blood should not be that erotic. Then again, this wasn't the first time Monty had found it to be so. He watched underground boxing and been drawn to more than a few of those victors.

Monty smiled at the others question. "I do have another obligation to attend to," he said as he stood and brushed himself off. Not that it was particularly appealing but he had a motto of always leaving someone wanting more.

  

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Oh, he had audacity. Ishmael had never felt less sated from the blood; Monty had sparked another appetite in him entirely, and had the gall to be getting to his feet before their fun had even had the opportunity to start.

Ishmael watched him, trying not to look put out. He couldn’t get everything he wanted just like that, he supposed – but he did expect to get whatever he wanted, usually.

“An obligation?” Ishmael asked, with an eyebrow raised; he hoped it was something dull and terrible and unrewarding. “Next time, Monty,” Ishmael added, “don’t make plans for after.”

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"Yes," Monty answered simply, seeing no reason to provide details. Was the vampire as attracted to him as he was to the vampire? Monty sure hoped so. He did not see why he wouldn't be. Though he supposed he ought not to encourage it since he had Ewan. But eh. Ewan was just so... mediocre and he had been blinded to this before now.

"I'll take that under advisement," he said with a chuckle before whisking himself out of the room. Damn. He'd be thinking about those eyes, those lips, that jawline until next they met.

  

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Ishmael watched him leave longingly, wrestling with a terrible urge to get up and follow him, to see where he sauntered off to next, to see where he might find him at home. But that was needlessly desperate – even if it didn’t feel like it right now, Ishmael was sure he was old enough to have learned a little patience.

He could wait until next time. He knew it was terrible, even, that he was already thinking about next time, about how to set things up smoothly, clever things to say or excuses he could make to find out more about him. “Come here,” Ishmael said to his bloodbank friend with a sigh, pulling him closer and returning to his neck to kiss him this time – because if he couldn’t fuck Monty tonight, he needed to fuck someone.

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