#inter; daniel

Daniel tilted his head to the side, brows pulling together as he watched the blonde take ahold of his arm. What the hell was he doing? He opened his mouth to question him, only to tense, a low hiss leaving him as he felt his skin break under the other's teeth. Oh. Oh. So that's what they were doing, huh? Cute. He would admit, he hadn't expected Mapplethorpe to bite him back, but... he wasn't exactly mad about it. Quite the contrary, actually. Game on, brat!

He didn't bother removing his arm from the other's grip. Instead, opting to pull him closer and sink his own teeth back into the soft flesh near the blonde's collar bone.

Your head tilts to the side as the blood hits your face. You're not wearing the usual grin tonight. He pushed and pushed and- now you're annoyed. Your face was devoid of the usual playful, but taunting grin. This is what he wanted, right? Fine. A scoff left your lips as you brought a hand up to wipe at the blood, slow and deliberate. Immediately you'll lick it from your fingers, holding eye contact with him before taking a step closer into his space. "'kay."

A smile, much too kind for you makes its way onto your face. With practiced ease, you flip your knife open, no longer than a second or so passing by before it's embedded in his gut. It wouldn't kill him. You weren't stupid enough to hit anything vital, but it sure as fuck would hurt. With your other hand, you grip his face in an iron hold, forcing him to look at you.

"You gotta death wish or somethin'?"

Daniel stood in the door way. Blood stained clothes, a shirt too small showing the bottom of his stomach, a bow in his left hand and a... milkshake in the right? Okay, so that last one wasn't doing anything for the intimidation factor, but in his defense, he hadn't expected anyone to be here. His tone was harsh, but the anger hasn't quite reached his face. For the moment, he was just... confused, brows pinched together as he cocked his head to the side. This abandoned warehouse had been his home for the better part of a week... so what the hell was this guy doing here?

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Your brows furrowed together, confusion and irritation clouding your features. Who the fuck asks something like that? That wasn't anyone's business! The fuck! You grew more aggravated the more you thought on it; just barely resisting the urge to knock the stranger's teeth out. Stupid fucking question! The only one who should care, even the slightest bit about that was Bram. And, for him, the answer should have been fucking obvious. He wasn't that stupid... Right? Right?! Fuck...

"Let some stupid shit like that come outta y'er mouth again and you'll choke on y'er own blood."

It didn't take long for you to find Bram, doing whatever bullshit he did outside. You pushed him against the barn door, glaring at him.

The kiss stole the very breath from your lungs. You weren't expecting it; not so soon anyway. Wasn't it kind of funny? Bram, with all his words about how much he hated you, always seemed to be the one to break first? To initiate the blurring of lines between fighting and... something more. You thought so. He always seemed to give in to exactly what you wanted. Not that you were complaining; you were enjoying every second of it.

You pulled him closer to you; one hand with fingers digging into the skin of his side and the other at the base of his neck. Blood and saliva mixed together in a kiss so rough, so hot, that you nearly failed to suppress a moan.

To be honest, you weren't even sure how this conversation started. Everyone in town had done what they could to avoid you. Between your bloody clothes, the dirty bandage peeking out from under your shirt, and the grumpy attitude, it wasn't difficult to guess why... But then there was this guy. Your brows pinched together, confusion settling in your features. "Huh?!" You blink at the other, once, twice. He's fucking with you, right? That's the only thing that makes sense... No because if that was the case, wouldn't there be like, a bunch of people missing? Nah, this guy was full of shit. Who even says that?!