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Sidney Daines vampire Proprietor of the Lucille Lortel Theatre

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He was searching for a comfort. Roy wasn’t sure he could offer him much. Black spots rolled over his vision as he steadied himself next to the pillow. His neck felt sore – the sharp pain was distracting. “I don’t know what to do with the idea that you still love me.” Roy said, head rolling back against the wall as he slouched down once more. 

It was just about the last conversation that Sid wanted to be having, especially when Roy was barely conscious. It didn’t make it any easier that Roy looked pathetic, pale and strained enough that it brought a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. “I could say the same thing,” he mumbled, then closing his eyes, Sidney sighed, kneading his fingers into his temple. “Look, I’m sorry. You should get some rest.” He managed a smile, brushing the tips of his fingers over Roy’s shoulder because he wasn’t brave enough to actually touch him. 

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A wince rolled between his lips as she leaned back against his nudge. Her fingers webbed in his hair as she cupped him to be close. Her nails rolled along his skull. Her tongue meshed with his as she dipped a hand from his skull. Then, it rolled between them to check if he was hard. She parted from him for a moment, big eyes ventured towards his. “Can I..?” She asked, hoping he’d get her meaning. 

He sighed a moan into her mouth at the scrape of her nails, letting himself fully relax into the kiss. He wasn’t expecting her to grope him, and his hips jerked into the touch. Meeting her eyes, Sidney nodded, caught by her gaze and unable to look away. “Yeah,” he punctuated it by leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “We can just do this too, if you want,” Sid offered, kissing her again to prove his point. 

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Roy shook his head, lifting his elbow to lean up from his spot. A wave of nausea hit the back of his throat as he drew a hand over his mouth. He didn’t puke, but it didn’t feel much better. His eyes drew towards the blurred figure as he slowly gained his vision. Pricks of black still feathered out the darker parts of him. “Mmm, that’s not what I meant.” Roy started, then hung his shoulders in defeat. “I – What do we do about this, eh?”

It was clear Roy shouldn’t be sitting up, and Sid’s frown was concerned, reaching out to steady him though his hand stopped short of touching. “How should I know?” Sid shook his head, drawing his knees up against his chest on the bed. “What did you mean?”

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He was always eager to please – especially when weak. Her fingers curled under his chin and rested against his chest. She didn’t dare touch his throat. Part of her was too concerned that she would set him off somehow from the touch. Instead, she leaned forward and ran her tongue between his lips. She rolled her tongue over his bottom lip before her eyes drew up towards his. Her teeth gently nipped his bottom lip, begging for an entrance. 

The careful, gentle touches, weren’t what Sidney was typically used to, or even enjoyed, but it was different when he could barely more without aching, and with Kat. Not that he didn’t also enjoy her rougher touches, but Sid didn’t exactly feel like he was up to that. He parted his lips with a sigh for her tongue, leaning closer towards her despite the way the angle made his ribs ache.

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Roy paused for a moment. The feeling of fingers through his hair was peace like no other. His eyes glazed over in bliss as he shifted an elbow beneath him. He didn’t want to lie down anymore, completely losing his train of thought before. “That you love me.” He said. “I’m gonna ‘member that.” 

Sid had almost thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, and been content to pet Roy’s hair until he’d finally passed out, but when Roy finally spoke his hand paused, stomach twisting. “It’s not a lie,” he drew back his hand slowly, fist curling in his lap. “I never stopped loving you.”

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Kat softened at the response. She expected more sympathy than comfort. Her chest curled into a tight warmth as she leaned forward. Instead of their legs touching, she drew forward to kiss him. Soft lips grazed over his bottom lip as she curled a hand beneath his chin. In every way, she still managed a symbol of control with him. Though now, the grip didn’t feel so fake. 

It surprised him, but Sidney hummed happily against her hips, head tilting obediently into her touch. Enjoying the soft, easy touches, he curled his hand at her waist, not making any moves to deepen the kiss as his eyes slipped closed. Sid wasn’t sure how much more he would be up to, but he could enjoy making out for it’s own merits, and Kat was a good kisser.

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It felt as if he was underwater. His neck barely craned forward as a soft cushion aired around him. He felt dizzy. The unwinding toss and turn of events had him conflicted. Part of him wanted to be this weak animal that craned towards a soft touch. The other just wanted to rest his eyes and sleep. Sleep felt more permanent in this sense. It scared him. He pressed his nose against the stray hand by his face as his lips shakily met against them. Roy could barely keep his eyes open long enough to focus on the figure beside him, but it was there. He was breathing. He was safe. 

“Mmm, that feels like a lie.” Roy slurred out. 

“What does?” Sidney asked, smiling as he brushed a hand through Roy’s hair. He was barely coherent, and seeing it brought out the fondness Sid still felt for the other man with enough force to ache. Especially since it was his fault. He should have known not to bite him, it had been selfish.

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A weight lifted from his legs as his left leg stretched out. With heavy lids, he didn’t open his eyes again. No – it was too soon for that. Nausea rolled his stomach in flips. He didn’t notice the sudden burn on his neck. A whine escaped his lips as he tried to stretch away from it. It answered his question. “Mmm here.” He mumbled out, slurring each word with his sluggish tongue. His fingers tightened on the sheet, though he considered it for Sidney’s shirt for a moment. “Y’took too much.” He said, clearer this time. He tried to lean up, a sudden round of dizziness rolled around his skull. He sunk back against the mattress before cracking an eye to him. “Mmlove you anyway.”

Sid’s expression twisted as Roy whined. He wasn’t used to seeing Roy so unguarded, and Sidney hadn’t been able to decide yet how that made him feel.  He had always been stronger than Roy, at least when he didn’t cheat, but Sidney was normally able to forget that. Roy had never been someone who felt weak. Like this, he was practically a kitten. “I know, I’m sorry,” Sid repeated again quietly, packing the first-aid supplies back into their box, but when Roy continued Sid froze.

“Love you too, Roy,” he said when he finally managed to speak. Whatever year Roy thought it was, it was easier to let him stay there, and with a soft smile, Sid leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek, then stood and put the first aid kit away before swiping one of the large pillows off the top of the bed. “Lift your head for me?” He asked, hands going automatically to help Roy so he could slip the pillow under him. 

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“Oh, fuck off.” Kat scoffed back, leaning back against the couch as her thin leg brushed against his. She let it rest next to his, enjoying the small touch. Her jaw tightened at the question. It was expected. “I don’t know.” Her voice wavered slightly. “I will try, but the shit is hard to kick. I’ll be fine. I mean, shit – Just because my kidneys aren’t trying to kill me doesn’t mean I should bounce back on old habits.”

The casual contact of her knee against his was a comforting point of warmth. It was grounding, a reminder of how much a simple touch could mean even in the midst of chaos. “Old habits are hard to break,” he was speaking from experience, though that was a larger box than he wanted to open. “I know you’ll be fine. I mean it’s been a hell of a week.”

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There was a tangible thought that passed through his head. It reflected the last time the spoke and the nasty words that crawled from his mouth as roaches. He didn’t feel Sidney stop. His hand pressed against his shoulder and tightened his grip to indicate it was enough. His hands caught in his hair, blocking the only way he didn’t fall back immediately. His weight sunk quickly back. Black spots danced across his eyes as his head slumped against the mattress. He could barely lift his head, much less guide his body away. 

Cloudy eyes reached his gaze, but Roy didn’t move back up. A wheezy sigh escaped his lips with the edge of a whine. His fingers curled against the sheets, cursing softly as he realized that blood would stain the cloth beneath him. “—S’ fine.” Roy slurred out, closing his eyes gently to avoid the sudden nausea that hit. 

The wave of guilt and concern that rushed over Sid when Roy slumped backwards washed away the rest of the bloodlust, and the feeling settled as a pit in his stomach when Roy didn’t sit back up, barely managing to slur a reply. He’d been still practically straddling Roy, and stood up to grab the first aid kit in his bedside table, climbing back up onto the bed and setting it beside Roy. 

“Sorry, this might sting,” Sid apologized softly as he popped the lid and fished out a disinfectant wipe, not sure Roy was even listening. Caring for a bite was familiar enough to be routine, but doing it for Roy felt surreal, and his touch lingered as he pressed the bandage over the wound. “You still there?” He asked quietly, hoping that Roy hadn’t already passed out.

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The smile wasn’t something she had expected. Her fingers pressed against his hand as she slid her grip down his wrist. It slowly made it’s way to his elbow before she released her grip completely. The squeeze of her hand was reassuring, but it brought an old block in her chest that she’d rather not address. No, this was just because she was concerned. Her dark eyes didn’t leave his, however, unsure what to say to relieve the stress that hung as bags beneath her eyes.

 “Yeah, fine. I’ll stop worrying so much.” Kat nodded, a crack of a grin reaching her lips. It was weak, but it was there. “I – Uh – fell off the wagon a bit. I don’t drink, not usually. I think getting off of it after two days is fucking with me more than I thought it would as a werewolf. I’m fucking emotional.” She snorted, rolling her eyes at the thought. Swiping a finger beneath her eye, Kat focused on him once more.  

It was good to see Kat return his smile, it felt like some of the pressure had started to recede from the air around them. “That might just be a werewolf thing,” he teased carefully, “they can be very emotional.” Sid had guessed Kat had a problem in the past with alcohol, though it was odd to hear it spoken, and remember how little he knew about where she’d come from. “Do you think you’ll stay off it?” He asked without judgement, only honestly curious what Kat wanted. 

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Old times, old times, old times – The sudden sharp pain erupted a gasp from his lips. He bit down against the sudden hitch in his breath immediately. Fear would only drive him further and Roy certainly wasn’t in the mood to fend off the vampire. Sid crawled into his lap, seeming more of an animal than a person. His fangs never left his neck, sunk down as he continued to lap away at any blood that would came forward. It wasn’t hard to feel the prick in the back of his head. It slowly rolled towards the front of his skull as the dizziness overtook. His grip loosened around Sid’s arm. With a gulp, he relaxed under the bite and grit his teeth against the throbbing sensation in his neck.  

He would have to stop. Sidney tried to keep that thought in his mind, though the warmth spread through his body in a wave as he drank, blissful to be swept up in. It was familiar, his body remembered this too and the power in Roy’s blood. Sidney could feel every change in Roy’s pulse, every hitch in his breath, and knew that he need to stop. Memories drifted by him, and Sid watched himself leave Roy’s apartment with the sickening realization he couldn’t tell which encounter it had been. 

Slowly, he pulled himself away from Roy’s throat, letting his hand fall from Roy’s hair catch himself as he leaned back. Sid licked his lips, tasted blood, and swayed forward again before he managed to center himself, eyes slipping closed for a moment as he swallowed around a lump in his throat. “Damn it,” he croaked out, brows furrowed in concern as he glanced up to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take so much.”

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His gaze burned against the back of his skull. He could feel his eyes watching him, surprised in the moment of Sidney’s self restraint. He expected the vampire to latch on almost immediately when he stepped into the apartment. But, no. He was polite. He was patient. It was surreal to see him in this state of frenzy and calm patience. His throat tightened at the question. He wasn’t prepared for the sharp pain that would vibrate along his neck. He didn’t want to think of what would happen if the vampire latched onto him without any resemblance of self control. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain that he would be able to cease time if things grew hairy. At least, not in the weak state he would be in. 

Alas, they were there. He nodded slowly, careful to not look directly at his throat. He wasn’t sure how the vampire was speaking. “Yeah.” His tongue felt dry as he spoke. “Like old times, a bit. Eh?” 

The drum of Roy’s heart had risen in his ears until Sid could barely make out what was being said to him, becoming quicker as he drew near, and Sid tried not to let the fear excite him. “Old times,” he repeated back distantly, barely even aware of what the question had been as he inched closer, nose brushing against Roy’s throat. 

Instinct gripping him, his control slipped and Sid struck, sinking his teeth into Roy with a needy whine, and the world narrowed to that point. Reservations forgotten, he pulled Roy against him, almost entirely in his lap while he drank.

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A gulp rolled beneath her touch as his hand pulled hers back. It was gentle, but sudden. A touch of guilt blossomed in her throat at the idea of harming him again. Her curious gaze was glued to his. There was a sensitive subject in the air that they avoided – should they still speak after the event? It seemed a smart move to avoid any inter-species interactions, but the suggestion didn’t roll off of either of their tongues. It was taboo. Her fingers curled against his hand as she slowly shifted back. She sat across from him, eye to eye. In a brief pause, she moved to press her nose against his cheek. “Sorry.” It wasn’t going to be the last one. “Should we be even speaking in case this happens again?” 

She leaned forwards towards him, nose brushing against his cheek  in a gesture that reminded him more of a kiss hello than anything else. It cracked a small smile on his lips, both charmed and surprised. “Enough apologizing,” he insisted, squeezing her fingers in his briefly. Sid hated to see her so worried, dim and quiet compared to her usual self. “What happened? I’ll spend a few days in bed. Not that big a deal.” He nodded, decisive, sounding more sure than he felt. “I’m not worried if you aren’t.”

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@sidneydaines / A QUIET NIGHT.

He shouldn’t have been there. Fuck, he shouldn’t bother to call anymore, but he did. There would always be that lace of concern when it involved Sid. They walked alongside each other for too long for it to matter. Ten years didn’t mean a lot in retrospect, but it was his longest relationship to date. This included friendship. He pressed a hand down his jaw as he sat down in Sid’s bed. He didn’t speak for a moment. There was too much going through his mind though most of it was fussing at himself. Christ, he was stupid. He would regret this in the morning just as he did a few nights previous. The gashed throat that Sid wore was daunting. It shook him to see him like that, but only more towards the person responsible. 

“You ever gonna spill who did that to you?” Roy asked, tilting his head to the side to provide access to his neck. 

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Having Roy in his apartment again had felt surreal enough that Sid almost convinced himself he was dreaming. When Roy sat down the bed dipped under his weight, and he was close enough then Sid couldn’t have denied he was real if he’d wanted. He shifted closer, not quite letting himself touch despite how much he wanted to, and tried not to stare at Roy’s throat like a starving dog.

“No,” Sid answered quickly, words still painful to form, but then his eyes narrowed, suddenly curious. “Why? What would you do?” He knew he couldn’t blame anyone for what happened, and didn’t plan on telling Roy who it had been, but the concern, tangible proof that Roy cared, was mildly intoxicating. Leaning closer, he hesitantly set a hand on Roy’s arm, reminded how long it had been since Roy’d let him feed when he caught his scent. It took most of Sid’s self control not to bury his teeth Roy’s throat in that moment, but his eyes flicked up to meet Roy’s instead. “You’re sure?”

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This time. What a strange concept it was to not be blamed for their own bad behavior. It felt like it was struck straight out of a sitcom. She finally leaned forward out of her seat. With shaky legs, the wolf made her way across the living room before plopping on the couch beside Sid. The first thing she touched was his throat, fingers curled against the healed skin. It was red – as if it was raw from the damage. She tilted her head back and examined it curiously. “How bad was it?” She asked, figuring she might have bit him. 

She didn’t move quickly, the only reason he was able to keep from flinching away when Kat reached for his throat. Her touch felt almost scalding against the newly healed skin, and he swallowed, curling his own hand over hers so she couldn’t continue to touch. “It looked scary, but,” he shrugged, shifting to sit up straighter, his eyes level with Kat’s. “Now it’s just sore. Amazing what a little blood can do.”

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The question fell as dead weight. She didn’t know the answer, and she didn’t expect Sidney to know. He voiced the same thought that bounced in the back of her head. Her fingers gripped against her wrist as she continued to shake. She needed to get over this fit, she thought to herself. Her tongue bridged her bottom lip as she leaned against the chair. “I don’t know.” She said honestly. “I hope not. I don’t like fighting with you.” The sentence alone was most likely the most honest thing she had said to him. Why now? Why not brush it off with a guess? Kat glanced over and pooled her dark eyes over his aching frame. 

“No,” Sid agreed slowly, brushing his fingers across this throat.  “but I don’t think we can be blamed for it this time.” Which was odd, Sid was used by having his own bad behavior to blame the consequences on, when the occasion came he wasn’t able to weasel out of it. “And I learned I never want to do it again,” he said, trying for light though it was obviously true. Sid didn’t think it was news to Kat he wasn’t good with violence.