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"You missed a spot."
Gabriel opened his eyes, Vlad's silken voice pulling him back to reality. The prince’s warm body was nestled against him in the bathtub, and he was running his fingers up and down the length of Gabriel’s arm. This, combined with the heat of the water and the soft glow of the candlelight, had lulled him into a light doze.
He looked down and saw Vlad's head resting against his chest, turned upwards, his gaze fixated on a small streak of red just below his collarbone. Evidence of the day's battle. Gabriel's clothing and armor had taken the worst of it, but the fight was a brutal one, and it seemed to refuse to be forgotten, even after most of its remnants had been washed away.
"So it would seem," Gabriel said. He lifted his other arm from where it encircled Vlad's chest to wipe it away, only for him to catch his wrist. His eyes rose up to meet Gabriel’s own, and he flashed him a wicked grin.
Gabriel didn’t resist as Vlad turned fully to face him, and tipped the goblet of wine he had been drinking from over the mark. The red liquid soon became indistinguishable from the blood as it ran down his torso, and Gabriel shuddered, not from the sensation, but in anticipation.
Vlad’s smile widened. No sooner had he tossed the now empty cup to the floor than his mouth was on his damp skin, lapping hungrily at the stain he had made. He ran his tongue over his chest and up towards his throat, panting, as if he could still taste the thrill of battle on him.
Gabriel sighed and let his head and arms fall over the edge of the tub, feeling the familiar arousal that only Vlad awakened stir within him. His essence always smothered the doubts Gabriel had, the knowledge that a being like him was never meant to be with a mortal. Every touch, every kiss drove those thoughts further and further away, until he was completely lost in him.
Vlad’s lips, softer now, moved to his chin, then cheek, until finally they reached his ear. “There, all better,” he whispered, planting a final kiss on his temple before pulling away. He sat up straight and looked down at Gabriel, admiring his work, though hunger still remained in his eyes. His mouth was no longer smiling, but gasping slightly and tinged red.
Gabriel knew it came from the wine, and the blood underneath, but it could have been the most foul poison and he would have wanted those lips on his all the same. The prince loomed over him like a wave, one he would gladly allow himself to be pulled under by.
He reached up and tangled his fingers through Vlad’s hair, anchoring himself. “Drown me,” he begged, a desperate prayer in a storm of desire.
Vlad’s smile returned, black as night. Then he came crashing down, and Gabriel was dragged into his dark depths.