A commingling. No ionic or covalent bonding as far as I'm aware.
[It's a bit tongue in cheek. It's a funny thought, a vampire bringing up bits of dirt with him when he rises, leaving behind bits of himself in the soil until eventually there's little left. No one has ever said his humor isn't morbid.]
That would be revenge.
[He laughs a bit before eyeing him speculatively.]
I could bite you. As a human, the experience would be very different from what you felt before. More encompassing.
Hmm... [Q moves away from the records as he contemplates that idea.] That is fair. I'm sure my taste right now won't be near as illuminating an experience for you as last time, although I'll still taste better than some garden variety mortal.
[At least he can still feel a little superior.]
Alright. Deal. That's how you can repay me. I killed you. You bite me.
[He moves closer, curious how the euphoria might affect him in this state. Q holds up a warning finger.] Just don't feed too long... [Or Q might start to suspect he's not as grateful for his favor as he claimed to be.]
No, I'm sure it won't. That power is something that would burn a human body from the inside out. I wasn't completely sure where I'd come out on the end of it.
[At least better than he'd expected. Intact and sane.
He closes the distance with him as he accepts the deal, meeting him halfway.]
I won't. I'll listen to your heart and feel your blood pressure with my mouth. As soon as there's a faint drop, I'll stop. It's long enough to give you the full experience without anemia or worse.
[He slides his arms around him, one supportive across his back, the other lifting to settle his hand at the back of his head. Leaning in, he has one final thing to say.]
If you need to let go, let go. You won't fall.
[He allows his fangs to descend, centers on the thrumming vessel, and sinks them in with precision. At the first burst of blood across his tongue, he withdraws them, lips sealing for a slow, measured swallow. The euphoria is instantaneous, drenching and encompassing.
[It's good he doesn't tell him that. That would be embarrassing! The bite hits sharply and he's just about to complain about the pain when all other thought leaves him. And speaking of embarrassment, the moan that falls from his lips is downright humiliating.
Not that he's particularly cognizant of it at the moment, eyes fluttering into the back of his head and clutching weakly to Grayson's shoulders. This feeling is far more profound than what he'd allowed himself to feel before. With his powers he still clung to some control, never wanting to slip or be entirely at someone's mercy.
And right now, he is entirely at Grayson's. It's unsettling but... novel. He can feel his legs growing weak, his brain getting jumbled and unfocused.]
[It's nothing to support his weight, a reaction he's used to. As he drinks slowly, it's just as he'd promised. He's keeping full track of his vitals. His mouth is a warm seal over the wound. Each time he swallows, it's another pulse of the venom into his system.]
It's a useful adaptation. Allowing a feed without a fight.
[His words in his mind are inflectionless. After a few more moments, he licks shut the wounds and moves to half carry, half guide him toward a seat so that he can begin to recover himself.]
[Q lets himself be half-guided half-dragged to the seat, legs feelings wobbly nearing boneless. He feels good but there's the feeling of helplessness that he's not entirely sure of. Once he can finally form words again, he blinks up at Grayson.]
Thank you. I'm... I believe I enjoyed that. [He frowns.] It's unsettling having a lack of control when I'm used to having all of the control.
It is enjoyable. When you're a vampire, the sensation is even more profound. I suppose an evolutionary development either to give us an edge with one another or to try to limit fatalities. There's some argument in our scientific circles over that.
[He draws another seat close, in part so they can continue to converse, in part to indicate he's not leaving him unguarded while vulnerable.]
I agree. I've never understood those who enjoy relinquishing control and handing it over to others. It's one of the driving psychological forces of this place. The humans say it eases a burden and fosters trust. I fail to understand that at all.
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[It's a bit tongue in cheek. It's a funny thought, a vampire bringing up bits of dirt with him when he rises, leaving behind bits of himself in the soil until eventually there's little left. No one has ever said his humor isn't morbid.]
That would be revenge.
[He laughs a bit before eyeing him speculatively.]
I could bite you. As a human, the experience would be very different from what you felt before. More encompassing.
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[At least he can still feel a little superior.]
Alright. Deal. That's how you can repay me. I killed you. You bite me.
[He moves closer, curious how the euphoria might affect him in this state. Q holds up a warning finger.] Just don't feed too long... [Or Q might start to suspect he's not as grateful for his favor as he claimed to be.]
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[At least better than he'd expected. Intact and sane.
He closes the distance with him as he accepts the deal, meeting him halfway.]
I won't. I'll listen to your heart and feel your blood pressure with my mouth. As soon as there's a faint drop, I'll stop. It's long enough to give you the full experience without anemia or worse.
[He slides his arms around him, one supportive across his back, the other lifting to settle his hand at the back of his head. Leaning in, he has one final thing to say.]
If you need to let go, let go. You won't fall.
[He allows his fangs to descend, centers on the thrumming vessel, and sinks them in with precision. At the first burst of blood across his tongue, he withdraws them, lips sealing for a slow, measured swallow. The euphoria is instantaneous, drenching and encompassing.
He won't tell him he tastes utterly...human.]
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Not that he's particularly cognizant of it at the moment, eyes fluttering into the back of his head and clutching weakly to Grayson's shoulders. This feeling is far more profound than what he'd allowed himself to feel before. With his powers he still clung to some control, never wanting to slip or be entirely at someone's mercy.
And right now, he is entirely at Grayson's. It's unsettling but... novel. He can feel his legs growing weak, his brain getting jumbled and unfocused.]
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It's a useful adaptation. Allowing a feed without a fight.
[His words in his mind are inflectionless. After a few more moments, he licks shut the wounds and moves to half carry, half guide him toward a seat so that he can begin to recover himself.]
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Thank you. I'm... I believe I enjoyed that. [He frowns.] It's unsettling having a lack of control when I'm used to having all of the control.
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[He draws another seat close, in part so they can continue to converse, in part to indicate he's not leaving him unguarded while vulnerable.]
I agree. I've never understood those who enjoy relinquishing control and handing it over to others. It's one of the driving psychological forces of this place. The humans say it eases a burden and fosters trust. I fail to understand that at all.