"Will you be quiet now?" {I'M NOT EVEN SORRY!}
He had been more unseated than usual when the vampire came around as he occasionally would, for the bloodsucker had been more predatory this time. There were boundaries in this game they played, typically an exchange of scathing words, but Alucard sought to push them this day.
He started by prying the metal guarding Sven’s head from his shoulders, and ended with the cyborg pressed firmly against the nearest wall, pale lips crushed on Sven’s own.  It was by no means a chaste kiss, but one that invaded and consumed and dominated. No amount of squirming or shoving would dislodge the vampire. Even the drastic differences in their skin’s temperature, surely searing into the pale man’s skin, wasn’t a great enough deterrent. He was immovable.
But the vampire wasn’t the only one between the two of them who bore a wicked set of fangs. Growling into the shorter male’s mouth, metal canines would slam down on not only the Nosferatu’s tongue, but his own, white and red blood seeping forth from the wounds. He did so remember how the vampire hated the taste of his blood…
