» Maksim watched the male before him with his eyes sharp, hunger flickering through them as he listened to what the human told him - the small chuckle leaving his lips one he could have never been able to hold back. Being one to see the bloodwhore trade being created he knew well that these boys and girls were captured, trained and told how to behave - of course now some houses had fallen from grace and didn’t manage to produce the bloodwhores they used to. “Tsk,” was the first sound to come out of his mouth, his cold breath landing against the humans skin while his lips left behind a small butterfly touch of a kiss. “Their teachings in lying have not lessened in their effectiveness over time. I nearly believed your cover story.” The old vampire let it amuse him while his hand slowly moved over the others knee and upwards, the touches light and as if not there while his lips touched upon the others neck. His thirst was growing in a speed he couldn’t deny left him question if finally he could get the same rush as he did with virgin girls. It didn’t matter as Emmanuel was all he wanted right now, curing the fact that Aleksei gave this diamond to his younger brother.
» “Call me Pierre,” he spoke as “sir” was something he liked to hear yet right now wanted for a comfortable situation, one in which his fangs would sink deep into this wonderful pale neck. Alexandre could not stop himself as his hand became braver in groping the younger male while his kisses turns needier and ultimately become nibbles and licks against the wonderful neck. He could hear the others heart, the blood pumping in the others veins and smiled softly once the beat picked up - it was like a melody no musician could mimc and yet he loved. Pierre moved closer so their thighs pressed together and his touches became rougher in order to finally have the males wonderfully tasting blood would rush into his mouth.
» Not even needing to ask if he could bite the young male, his fangs slowly came to show and hurt his gums - eyes turning black and the desire for the bite grew. No ceremony was involved as his mouth opened wide and razor sharp fangs pierced the wonderful pale milky skin. It was a true moment to moan once blood rushed into his mouth, filling it up and leaving the vampires hands to hold onto the human roughly - while feeding Pierre barely had any human signs as he wanted to only to have the blood filling his mouth. It was sweet, yet not to sweet and there was an aftertaste he truly liked and all together it was hard to depart from the wonderful neck, even less clean up the wounds with his own blood rubbed over the marks. Eyes once more normal, glowing sky blue, his fangs were still there as he eyes the man before him.
There was no sign of surprise in his hues, not a single display of any emotion at all to be frank. Because he didn’t know how to interpret the situation he found himself in properly. Not yet. Thus he focused on being calm and polite; submissive to every request that might come up. However he couldn’t help but to tense just a bit, when the other spoke again and Emmanuel understood his lies hadn’t been believed. It was surprising, although he understood only seconds later. That the vampire he had been faced with, would probably be old enough to know all the secrets behind the industry itself. It reminded him a bit of Mikhail, since he couldn’t lie to him about where he came from either. “ Well, at least a lie sounds better than ’ I don’t know where I come from I’ve been held captive by abusive vampires for twenty years. ’ ” He stated with a low sigh, knowing he had broken so many rules just by uttering such a sentence and he did expect to receive some sort of punishment for it. He almost wanted it, because it was something he had grown used to. Things had changed drastically when he had been released like this, into the custody of someone else and it was difficult to adapt. Even though he did his best. It was as if he had become two persons, one that lived with and served the undead and the other…? The other person was someone who finally was able to live by his own free will, and he wasn’t calm and polite. Rather the opposite. It was the difference between Emmanuel and Hyunseung. The fake personality and the real one. An ugly little game indeed.
But even so he found himself leaning against the vampire’s side just a bit more, nodding at the request. “ As you wish, Pierre. ” He stated with the smallest hint of a grin upon plush, pink lips. He relaxed a bit under the other’s, a bit more bold, touches and he knew what was to come, didn’t need to prepare himself. Not in the least. He was used to things like this and as butterfly-kisses turned into nips and licks, his eyes shut. Ever so prettily and ever so slowly, he let his head tip to the side, to bare his pale column further, expose every inch of it to the vampire by his side. Both for the sake of being just a little bit more of a tease but also to appease. Every fiber of his body was screaming for a fix, and he knew this one would be extraordinary.
So when sharp canines sunk into his supple flesh he almost sighed in content, however whining silently to keep the act up for a bit longer. Although it was common knowledge that he, as a raised blood whore, lived for the thrill of a bite. It was everything he cared for. In the end. The rush hit him quickly, hues growing hyaloid as peace settled in his veins. Bliss, it was true bliss to have him enveloped by warmth and comfort like this, forgetting the world that could so easily continue without him. He adored it, and it was as if he regained bits and pieces of strength. However, it differed from the many bites he had experienced before, so much stronger and so much harder to control. So to say. His mind remained hazy even after the vampire had pulled back, eyes coming to a close as his posture faltered a tad and he felt as if he was melting against the elder, arms sneaking around his waist a few moments later, accompanied by silent apologies, mumbled in French.