Despite Lucien’s record intellect he had a tendency to be highly shortsighted at times. The castle provided far more distractions than he’d expected meaning he was behind on a number of projects he was working for himself and a few that were part of a contract for the company he’d founded. He’d been at it’s helm for a number of years before he returned to R&D. Of course he was given more leeway than any other for his projects, but Lucien was a man of results often setting impossible expectations that required herculean efforts to meet. He was not exempt from these expectations which resulted in more shortsighted decisions to make up for the first.
He’d had his own serum to reduce his need for rest, despite being undead vampires still needed something akin to sleep. Of course even the few hours he was resting felt wasted and unneeded. He was well acquainted with his body and as a medical professional felt he knew what was best for himself. With everything he was working on he didn’t want to take the time to modify his own serum when he’d heard an old friend had something already created that could aide him so he’d visited Lovell du Bellay who provided the second piece of the equation, which required a third from the compounding side effects or Lucien would be killing more slaves than Raiden with the insatiable blood lust, building paranoia, and his inability to regulate his mood.
It had been near two weeks since the doctor slept constantly working the entire time when Syd and/or Raiden hadn’t broken in to bother him. In that time he’d finished two new viruses and six altered bacteria strains. Six of the total were for different programs he’d taken on and two for his personal collection. He’d also finished three articles for the number of disclosable discoveries he’d made that had him featured in a few choice scientific journals. Lastly he’d been working on another medication to assist with his anxieties and fears. Lucien usually didn’t test things on himself, but there wasn’t any other vampires in the area that suffered the same phobias as he did. He’d not even found a slave that suffered a quarter of the phobias he did.
Lucien had thought himself smarter this time around as he wasn’t going to a party and per his calculations it shouldn’t have near the same side effects with alcohol. In his sleep deprived state he’d focused on rectifying the issue with alcohol that it didn’t even occur to him to there were a number of different drugs in him, two to keep him awake he staggered, one to keep his body for seizing up, and then one to sedate his blood lust that he’d taken his last dose of, which was less than what as required to keep it fully in check as the require level had gone up rather quickly once he spilled into his second week. He needed the blood of a stag to make it. Thanks to Raiden and Syd he’s lost the rest of his sample and there was no such creature at or around the castle he knew of. He knew not sleeping would be temporary and that the effects would compound the longer he went, but just needed another week or two. Understanding well what the results would be if he continued beyond that.
Obsessing over his next move Lucien found he was staring at the wall of specimens rather than in the microscope he was meant to. Lovell circling his mind again and again. Knowing if any, he would have an alternative fix for subduing the raging blood lust that was barely being contained currently. He sat back in his chair glancing at his notes. He still had at least an hour, per his calculations, until the anxiety medication kicked in. He could make it to Lovell’s office and back in that amount of time. Grabbing a bottle of blood wine he headed to visit said doctor figuring he had to drink to test the interaction regardless and it might butter up said doctor if he at all was keen on the fact the medication he’d given him Lucien was actually using, which he’d lied to Lovell about not wanting to deal with any unnecessary concern.
He was to the office in seconds letting himself in ignoring reception as he moved into the back where the beds and Lovell’s office were figuring he’d be in one of the two places. Lucien was right, he was, but not in the position the French vampire assumed. The smell in the room was almost sweet and pulling at the baser lizard brain of the master. It also didn’t help the test medication he took that was meant to take an hour to kick in was already altering the balance in his amped up mind. Fangs slipped out his eyes darkening as he stalked to the metal bed Lovell was laying on. The varcolac raising to his elbows finally getting curious enough to see who’d entered uninvited. If he spoke Lucien wasn’t listening coming to the end of the bed. Lucien finally speaking when the doctor made a move to get up.
“Don’t.” Lucien said sternly. “Stay as you are Lovell.” Lucien using his colleague’s first name, which he never did unless Lovell specifically asked and still was prone to call him Dr. du Bellay. Lucien took the jacket and vest off of his custom three piece setting them to the side before he glided onto the metal slab. Climbing over Lovell coming to settle atop him slipping himself between his legs. Lovell looked completely perplexed on what the hell was going on. Lucien found the look rather enticing as Lovell was on a whole to him currently.
“Mon désir pour toi (my desire for you)...” Lucien spoke in his native tongue not able to think clear enough to use translate as he brought their faces closer letting his lips brush Lovell’s then move down his jaw. “De te goûter(to taste you)...” His hips rolled against the good doctor’s letting him know, in case he hadn’t made it clear, exactly what he was looking for. His lips trailing over the shell of his ear, tongue toying with the lobe before he husked the last against it. “D'être en toi (to be inside you)...” Words punctuated by his fang piercing the lobe of the other vampires ear, he licking at the beads of blood that resulted from the bite moving to the varcolac’s neck. “Lovell.” He purred the name against his skin.
