Dulce took the gloomy Fiend's hand and led them to his bed, sitting at the bed's edge. "Very well, why don't we make an agreement. I'll drink from you every fortnight and no one else."
Kath'tan had also lowered himself to the bed, he stared at Dulce with thinning patience. The Vampire was incredibly stubborn when he wanted to be, and once a fortnight didn't even come close to how often he wanted Dulce to feed from him.
But Dulce barely made demands, and although force-feeding the Vampire his blood was incredibly easy and would probably grace him with the rare sight of an angry Dulce, he gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Fine, after tonight." He tweaked the agreement at the last moment.
"What-"
Dulce fell against Kath'tan when he was pulled without warning, falling headfirst into a searing kiss. It was surprisingly slow but far from gentle, the Fiend always kissed him with too much ferocity, like he craved to eat him up and swallow him whole.
