One True Alpha

9

Vincent's smell surrounded the doorway. Adrian stood before it, wondering if he would visit him today, but the scent caught him off guard. Why was it so strong? He covered his nose with his hand and opened the door. It only got worse. He got closer and closer to the cell but the scent was overpowering. The sweetness of blood. Other humans smelled so foul but once they bleed it was a different story entirely. Vincent already smelled sweet from the start. Was he bleeding now? 

Adrian stopped before the cell and looked at the mass of black cloth lying on the ground. Vincent poked his head out, too pale for a human, and his eyes lit up slightly. "Adrian," he smiled, weakly. He shouldn't be this weak. Adrian hadn't left him in here longer than a human could handle. Why did he look this exhausted? 

Vincent sat up and swayed from side to side slightly. He repositioned the cloak to cover more of himself but Adrian could see the numerous scratches on his torso and body. His legs and his arms, covered with nail marks. 

There was a mixture of thoughts running through his mind but he couldn't sort through them all. The rage he felt for someone not following his orders combined with the jealousy of knowing one of them drank Vincent's blood. On top of it all his intense desire to drink it too. His teeth grew subconsciously. The sweetness. Too overpowering. The sweetness. That red liquid. His mouth salivated behind his hand, so he took a step back. 

Or, he thought he did. 

Instead, he found himself inside the cell, having bent the bars to let himself in, and with Vincent pushed up against the wall with his teeth grazing his neck. This was not at all what he had planned on doing. He stared at the skin, waiting to be broken by him this time, and forced his nails into the wall of the cell, trying very hard not to bite. Biting was intimate. It required consent. It required consent. He told himself this over and over, moving his hand down the wall, scratching it with his nails. 

"If you bite me, what will happen?" Vincent asked, breaking the daze Adrian found himself in. 

"I will become even more addicted to you than I already am," Adrian admitted. 

"Is that something you don't want?" Vincent could hear the noise of Adrian's nails scratching the wall. They stopped when he asked this question. 

"I cannot become addicted to something I know will leave me again." 

"I'm sorry," Vincent reached up to placed his hand on top of Adrian's head. He patted it, playing with his hair, trying to soothe him in some way. "I'm really sorry," he apologized again, voice cracking and eyes threatening to cry. "But I would feel so much safer knowing you were addicted to me," he confessed, grabbing a handful of Adrian's hair and pulling his face back. He kissed him knowing full and well there was blood on his lips from a cut. 

Adrian tasted it. He tasted the most delicious blood he'd ever tasted in his long vampire life. He wanted more even though it was just a drop. He grabbed the base of Vincent's head and pushed him closer, searching for something he would never find in that mouth of his. Vincent struggled to breathe, not expecting Adrian to react in this way. But then again, could he expect anything else of someone that had waited fifty years to be with someone he thought was dead? 

He pulled himself away from Vincent's mouth, but not by much, moving his lips down his chin to his neck. "Bite me," Vincent whispered. Adrian's eyes glowed as his teeth broke skin. He sunk his fangs into this neck and blood escaped, trailing down Vincent's chest. It was a sensation foreign to him. He stared up at the ceiling of the cell, filled with a warmth unlike any other, almost as if being bitten was more of a drug for him than for the vampire. His eyes glazed over slightly and his hands clung to Adrian's shirt. A noise escaped his lips but whether or not it was a moan his ears were not able to discern.