whereagainst | OPEN RP POST.

[The scion of the Malfoy family, the most infamous vampire clan, falling in love with the youngest son of the equally infamous vampire hunting family, the Potters. It's like something out of a cheap paperback, a fact that never ceases to amuse Scorpius. He's already prone to dramatics, and embracing the stereotype in a toungue-in-cheek way is always hilarious to him.

So when his blood supply in the fridge has run low and he's getting twitchy for something fresh, he hunts Albus down in the study and drapes his arms over Albus' shoulders, nipping at the shell of his ear with his unfanged teeth.] I vant to suck your bluhd.

[ things are different these days anyway. gone are the days of vampires feeding off the unwilling - mostly. albus' family still does work on those that step out of line but for the most part most vampires - including those in the malfoy clan - take well to the available substitutes and readily-available supplies from volunteers.

sometimes, someone in a relationship (like scorpius) will have a partner that's willing to be a living juice box (like albus).

albus is working and going over some notes when scorpius approaches behind him and sometimes he still startles (damn quiet vampires) but he doesn't now, leaning into the nip with a low hum, completely unafraid. ]

Very cute. [ with a huffed-out laugh. ] Hungry, huh? When's the last time you ate, anyway? [ ate, drank, whatever. you know what he means. ]

[It's not the usual thing for Albus to be his juice box, but it's not unusual either. There's certainly no one else he's nibbling on, he just usually goes for blood packs. Albus is the fall-back plan, and occasionally the special treat if he has a few drinks first.]

I am very cute, thank you. [Scorpius snickers, moving around the chair to plop into Albus' lap like an attention-demanding cat.] Will you be terribly upset if I say I don't exactly remember? Not dangerously long, obviously, or I wouldn't have only gone for your ear. [Look.... he has a busy unlife. He doesn't always remember to restock his supplies.]

[ scorpius is an attention-demanding cat. so much so that albus smooths a hand down the side of his neck and then down his spine slowly, eyes lidded to look up at him. ]

We'll have to go stock up soon. You need to keep it up more regularly. We're going to set a weekly schedule. [ no-nonsense, all business. but he still tilts his head up and kisses him, blunted teeth nipping at his lower lip. ] I'm all yours.

[ then, thoughtfully: ] Here or in bed? [ ... look, sometimes things happen. ]

[Predictably, Scorpius arches into that touch. His languidly pleased mood isn't disrupted by the miniature lecture; Albus has a point, after all. The kiss and Albus' low words only cement Scorpius' reply to his next question.]

If not the bed, you should probably put your notes away first. [His grin is absolutely filthy.]

[ albus grins at that and instead of pushing him to get up, gently tosses his notes off to the nearest flat surface and arches an eyebrow. ] Here, no notes. [ it's practically a smirk.

he shifts, hands coming to rest at scorpius' hips and hold onto him tightly as he tips his head back and to the side, inviting. ] As you wish.

[If forgetting to restock his supplies ends in this, that's not exactly good motivation to keep the fridge full, now is it?

He shifts in Albus' lap to get a better angle, his hands sliding up the man's chest before settling on his shoulders. His tongue flicks hungrily over the tip of one of his fangs, pupils dilating to swallow up the grey of his eyes as he leans in.

Of course part of the fun is building up the anticipation and he nuzzles against the pulse point in Albus' neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. The bite mark will be healed by the time he's finished, but the hickey's gonna stay.]

[ yeah, well, it's a positive feedback loop. there's not too much to be done for it, is there?

(there is, but they won't.)

albus' fingertips press down where they rest and he takes a slow breath, eyes lidding halfway as he stretches out his neck obediently. he loves this part just as much as the rest - the build up, the wait, the wondering. he practically squirms a little beneath him, breath huffing out of him on something that's almost a whine but is mostly scorpius' name.

one hand slips back to rest at the small of his back, fingers splayed. ] Tease.

[The trust Albus puts in him for this is just as heady as the act itself. He gives a teasing nibble with his flat teeth, arching into the hand at his lower back.] You love it.

[He presses more wet kisses up to Albus' ear, nibbling at the lobe before agonizingly slowly tracing his way back down to where he plans to bite, dragging a fang over the soft skin there with just enough pressure for Albus to feel it, to know.

He waits a few breaths more, hands pressing Albus' shoulders firmly to the back of the chair, then finally sinks his fangs into Albus' neck. His earlier ministrations already drew the blood to the surface and he moans as it fills his senses.]

Mmhm. [ it's mumbled distractedly - the mouth on his skin is bad enough, but knowing what scorpius is going to do makes it even worse. he's barely paying attention to anything but the feel of scorpius' lips, tongue, and teeth on his skin.

the feel of the tiniest scrape of fang draws a soft keening noise from him and he presses up toward scorpius' mouth until he's pushed back against the chair.

this always happens - one of the reasons they're so careful is that it can be addictive for the donor. albus jerks slightly as fangs press through skin and he lets out a soft moan of his own, fingers curling in the back of his shirt with an encouraging tug.

he mumbles out his name, eyes closed.

strange, that it always feels so good. ]

[He's always careful not to take too much-- usually about half of what he'd get from a regular pack of donated blood. Even less when they're hoping for "strenuous activity" after. Not a full "meal", but more than enough to tide him over until they can restock.

One hand keeps Albus pressed still to the chair, the other sliding over his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands. Every time he drinks from Albus, the difference between that and how he usually eats becomes so stark and clear and part of him wonders why he ever does anything but this.

That's the dangerous part, the part he most needs to ignore.

It's over in just a few minutes, Scorpius pulling himself away and running his tongue over the bite to heal it. It disappears a moment later, though the absolutely wicked hickey gladly remains.]

[ it's been a quiet day and a quieter evening: not much to do, not much to see, not much of anything. as usual albus and scorpius have been inseparable - until albus got roped into some "family time" with his cousins and siblings, which was not actually as fun as it sounds and involved some ruckus-causing. so now he's just trudging back to he dungeons and letting himself into the room they share, running his fingers through his hair and yawning.

their other roommates are merlin-knows-where, but he does spot scorpius at least and grins, a little tiredly. ]

Hey nerd, what's up?

[Scorpius is not invited to "family time". Which is completely, entirely understandable, and really it's fine because Albus doesn't even want to go, and he always comes back from it complaining about it, so really, it's fine.

He doesn't do homework because he and Albus always do their homework together. He considers reading, certainly that will keep him pleasantly occupied, but their dorm room is empty for once and there's something Scorpius has been wanting to try for a little while, but it'd be a little embarrassing for one of their roommates to walk in on it.

No it's not anything dirty get your mind out of the gutter.

Anyway, that's a long way of explaining that when Albus walks in, Scorpius is attempting to paint his nails, doing his right hand first. It's difficult, he's unpracticed and right-handed, but the thought was that by the time he finished the other hand, this one would be dry and he could fix it up.

Unfortunately, focused as he is, he doesn't hear Albus coming in and startles when his voice comes from behind him, dark green nail polish streaking up his right index finger.] Albus! [He turns towards him, laughing a little.] Merlin, you startled me. Um, not much. How was family time?

[ albus' favorite hobby is bitching about being forced into weird 'family time' situations because he's so used to them and his family is so overbearing that honestly sometimes a guy just wants to breathe. he knows he's lucky to have such a big family but he feels so out of place around them even when no one's making fun of him that it's just... it's dumb, to have the emotions he does about it, but he's still pretty self-centered.

if noticing scorpius is painting his nails startles albus he doesn't really let on: he moves over to the bed that the other boy is sitting on, raising both eyebrows and crossing his arms over his chest imperiously. honestly, scorpius. ]

The usual. I left when James started acting the prick again. [ that's a thing too. anyway: ]

You're uh, making quite the mess there, aren't you?

[ he shifts, sitting next to him and taking up plenty of space, and holds out one hand. ] Hand it over. [ if you're going to paint your nails, it might as well look nice, dude. ]

[Scorpius gets a little nervous at the look Albus levels him with. Does he not like it or something?

Of course James was a prick again. He nods understandingly, then immediately huffs with offense at the question.] I didn't mean to. You startled me!

[Making room on his bed for Albus is second-nature, and he follows the request to hand over the bottle of polish before he really thinks about it.]

I just wanted to try it out, you know? It's different... I thought it might look nice! But I've never used nail polish before so, uh... [He trails off, wiggling his fingers. It's a semi-decent first attempt but it still looks... very much like a first attempt.

This was a dumb idea. Albus probably thinks it looks silly. It does look silly. Why did he think this was a good idea?

He gives a nervous laugh.] I should just clean it off, probably.

I came into my own room!

[ albus takes the bottle and turns it in his hands thoughtfully as he listens to scorpius ramble - and honestly, he rolls his eyes super hard. scorpius, that was not what he was going for. ] Well, you should get it off your finger but the color is nice.

[ he takes scorpius' hand in one of his and lifts it so that it's up at the level of his eyes, and grins. ] Contrasts. [ house colors, you bastard. ]

Let me do it. [ he's just going to settle in, holding on to scorpius' hand still as he figures out how to balance the tiny bottle properly so that he can carefully use the brush to paint the rest of scorpius' nails. it takes a lot of concentration: he's not very coordinated or artistic, honestly, but at least he can do a better job than using your non-dominant hand on a first go.

anyway, he's being completely serious about this; cross-legged next to scorpius on the bed, clutching at his hand to keep it steady, and doing his best to be meticulous with putting the polish on. ]

I didn't hear the door! I'm only saying it's not like I did it on purpose, I know you didn't either!

[oh. he doesn't think it looks ridiculous?]

Heh, yeah well, I already know green's my color, right?

[oh, he's grabbing Scorpius' hand?? and offering to do it for him???]

Uh, alright. Thanks! That'd be really nice, I think, I mean, you'll probably do a better job than what I could do on my own. [Will he ever not ramble

Albus is concentrating so hard on it, and he's still holding his hand, and Scorpius is really really glad he's not looking up because there is no hiding a blush on a face like his. He can only hope it'll have faded before Albus looks up again.]

Did Lily ever get you to do hers, or are you just as clueless as I am? I mean, you're doing a really good job! Please don't think I'm complaining or anything! I was just curious if you've had any practice. [He's very careful to keep his hand still, despite the fact that he can't seem to shut himself up.]

Mmhm. Excuses.

[ he's teasing.

it's slow going - he wants it to look nice and that means he has to be careful, which definitely isn't his thing really, but it also means scorpius is safe from getting outed for blushing for the time being. he chews on his lip, finally shaking his head at the question. ]

No, not really. I mean I've seen it done, and I know the polish goes on the nail only, but that's about it.

[ which is really more than some people can say. when he finally glances up he smiles, letting go but holding out his hand expectantly. ]

Give me your other hand.

[ oh, it's going to be both? well, okay. ]

[Merlin, but he's cute when he's focused like that. It always feels so nice to have that intense focus on him.]

I suppose that's all you really need to know, right?

[Albus finishes with the first hand and Scorpius looks over his work, grinning. It's really much better than he'd been able to do on his own, even with as inexperienced as Albus is. He's not as surprised as he might have been when Albus demands his other hand, but he's always been thorough, hasn't he?

Scorpius gives him his left hand, trying not to get flustered all over again from it.] It looks brilliant. Thank you, though now I'm going to make you do this every time I want to wear it, you know that, right?

I suppose. Makes sense.

[ he takes scorpius' other hand and starts on that one too with a low hum in the back of his throat. he doesn't mind the task despite its mundane nature: being this close to scorpius is nice, even if he's not going to say that part aloud. he lets himself grin at the compliment, shrugging as he continues. ]

I can add it to my CV. It'll look good next to potionsmaking. My two skills. [ a beat, and then: ] I don't mind. It's not like it's a big deal.

[ when he's finally done he grasps onto scorpius' hand and kisses the back of it over-dramatically before letting him go and closing the bottle, flopping back on the bed. ] There you go, your highness.

I don't see why you can't go on to combine the two skills. Open a nail salon and make your own proprietary magical nail polish blends. [Their usual banter helps him feel a little less flustered. At least until Albus has to be all dramatic and kiss the back of his hand and well, there goes all his effort in trying not to blush again.

At least Albus still isn't looking, flopped onto the bed as he is.

Letting out a nervous sort of giggle, he nudges Albus' side with a foot in a weak imitation of a kick.] Oi, that's Scorpion King to you, Potter.

[The hand that's dried is splayed out on the bedspread and he looks down at it, feeling himself smile wider at the sight. He really does like the way it looks, having his nails painted. And this was a simple thing, just one solid color. He'd have to get something more interesting for next time.]

[With all his internal resources dedicated to getting away, Scorpius didn't realize exactly what damage had been done at first. When he finally stopped, finally certain he was clear of the men with crowbars and bandannas over their faces, he placed a hand against the side of a building to brace himself as his chest heaved. At first he thought it was his cooling system working overdrive but the strange buzzing, like the mechanical equivalent of a raspy gasp, was wrong.

He closed his eyes, running a quick diagnostics check. While their blows hadn't dented him, it seemed to have knocked something loose.

It really didn't help that he didn't exactly have a standard manual to check, being a unique prototypical model. He could pull up his own schematics, but it was difficult to see what exactly was wrong without being able to see it. And his senses were still somewhat scrambled from the attack. He'd never felt pain like that before.

Luckily he'd moved his phone from his pocket to inside his arm, wiring into it when it became clear the men following him were hostile. He didn't have to pull it out to call Albus. On shaky legs, he started making his way to the man's flat even as he waited for Albus to answer.]

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