[ ohhh, watching him stick his finger in his mouth makes it worse. god, he wants. wants to pull his hand away and do exactly the same, wants to lave away the blood until the iron taste melts in his mouth, wants to -
does not want to. for a second, he's out of it, but the tried and trained conditioning takes hold, and he feels his stomach churn, suddenly very, very not hungry as his head swims with images, with faint reminders of old pain. it's a familiar song and dance as he pulls the wine glass away from wenzhou and gives it a swirl like he's blooming the bouquet of tannin and alcohol, of the animal blood that mixes in, and the drips of human blood like rare spices mixed in.
before he drinks, just because he can (and because he hopes to irritate wenzhou enough he'll look away), he quips, dryly; ] I think you just enjoy bleeding.
[ seeing as how wenzhou is the most reckless man on god's green earth. he closes his eyes and lifts the cup, feels his stomach churn into actually no i'm not hungry at all, and does not immediately drink, just kind of holding it between his fingers in a minute internal battle. ]
[ pressing his thumb to the shallow cut, wenzhou leans his hip into the counter near the sink, just - watching. taking in the micro expressions and reactions and delays that make up fei du in this moment. his instincts have carried him a long way, and he's good at observing people. it's gotten him a long way as a cop.
but fei du is an enigma. he wants to peel back every single layer, no matter how thin or ironclad, just to understand how the fuck his brain works. ]
A little blood shed to help people doesn't bother me. [ it's not that he likes it, it's just that he doesn't really notice it all that much. and it applies to this situation in some ways, too, where he tries to take care of this lost dhampir turned vampire elite who's punishing himself for... something. something he's on the cusp of.
You should be careful who you say that around, Captain Luo.
[ there's a light, airy way that fei du delivers the phrase, as he finally decides he's stirred his wine enough and takes a drink of it. the taste of the blood is, naturally, absolutely delicious, the difference between a two dollar bottle of wine and a thousand dollar one, and with it mixed in with the liquor, it becomes palatable in a way he can handle. there's the sharp smell of it as a reminder. you don't want any more than this.
that's what goes on in his head, at least. his eyes are slightly darker than usual, as he looks at luo wenzhou from under his thick eyelashes, peach blossom eyes carrying something a little dangerous. like a threat and a promise, something mysterious and heady. ] Some people are greedy.
[ you barely want to drink animal blood, you really think that's going to convincingly threaten me? he doesn't say, still applying pressure to the small cut rather than washing and bandaging it up. it'll stop on its own either way. he's not worried about it.
but maybe a part of wenzhou is keeping it like this as an option. ]
Well, good thing I've only said it in my kitchen and not out on the street, like I've advertised myself to every vampire that I'm a walking blood bag. [ his tone is dry, in response to the airy way fei du speaks. ] If you were going to sell me out to some fangs or abuse my hospitality, you would've done it already.
[ that same lofty tone continues. it's easier for him to hide behind this, to play at being the monster, a beast in human skin, while he muffles the actual beastly instincts with practice, careful precision. he doesn't even look at wenzhou's hand, because he is well trained, and with it hidden, he's able to pull on the facade. the corner of his mouth lifts, that same, dangerous little smirk. ]
Maybe this is a honey pot.
[ and then he chuckles, amused at his own joke, and sips his drink. ]
Your bad personality makes it a shitty honey pot. And what would you even get from pulling that kind of trick on me?
[ except, most anyone else would fall right into it. fei du is charming, and good at using those charms; after all, he got to see it first hand as his "pet" for the undercover job. and it sure as hell worked on him, in some ways.
but he's starting to believe what tao ran said about him being a good person. ugh. when the hell did that happen? ]
Whatever, drink your wine you brat. I'm going to make actual food for you to eat.
[ luo wenzhou has always had a great instinct for danger - this feels dangerous in a different way, not like a threat of bloodshed but more like running into something he's not sure he'll be able to find his way back from. ]
[ hehe. well, now the tension's broken sufficiently - he's distracted enough that he just smiles and looks pleased with himself, much like a cat swishing its tail, and sips his wine, shifting from leaning on the counter to hop carefully up onto it and sit on the surface.
a little wine, a little snack. a little poking and prodding at wenzhou, a little victory where it felt like he kept his walls up as carefully as he wanted to. victory puts fei du in a good mood. (it may also be that he just needs to eat really badly and this probably would help.) ]
Your generosity is unmatched. [ somehow he makes this sound like an insult ] As for what I would get from it, your body would be acceptable.
[ bringing his hand back up to his mouth, side of his finger pressed just so between his lips to cover the cut, fei du gets a dry, unimpressed glower for a beat as he turns towards the sink to wash the blood off. ]
Oh, darling, my body is free to look at whenever you want. Such a handsome work of art as this, who would I be to deny you that? But if you truly wanted it, then you'd have to commit to wanting it.
[ they can keep playing this game. fei du can think he's safe where he is, can have his small victory, and wenzhou will circle around to a crack left exposed in his smug superiority. ]
[ he's looking. disrespectfully. looking at his hand, and then he just does a blatant eyerake. ]
You should definitely be careful about who you say that to. [ though he doesn't specify which part of his statement he means, the former or the latter, and instead swirls his drink, content to sit and do just that. ] Talk about greedy.
[ while he turns his back to fei du to wash his hands - which most people would advise you not to do against any vampire, even if it's one you know - it's still obvious that he rolls his eyes with the way his head lolls a little. ]
You, or me? I'm the most selfless person there is. [ ok wenzhou. (kind of true) (but also) ] Are you just going to stand there and look pretty while you flap your mouth? I guess company while I cook is fine, but if you're going to be annoying the whole time...
If you're good at multitasking, I'm sure I could find a creative use for my mouth. [ beat ] Then again, the Homo sapiens neanderthalensis may struggle with higher level executive function.
[ wow
but he's also hopping off the counter so make of that what you will I guess ]
[ once fei du is close enough, wenzhou whips him with the hand towel he's using to dry his hands off. just a quick crack to his general hip and ass region - although the target is a little small for the latter. (still nice, though.) ]
You'll spoil your appetite if you have dessert before dinner. [ the quip back is immediate, even if the proximity in the small kitchen will make it obvious that he is. unfortunately. interested.
he can't help that he's a warm blooded human, alright? with a healthy libido! even if he curses these hormones. ]
[ STARTLED AND OFFENDED AT THIS TOWEL WHACK no one just whacks his ass or puts their hands all over him for no fun reason except luo wenzhou... tch.... he makes a face, much like a cat, and then changes tacks, moving to lean his forearms on the counter so he has to leaaaaan over to do it. out of towel reach, but still.
look at him. he is posing. he knows this is working. ]
I should be saying that to you. [ with a knowing look - it's in his voice, even. ] The flesh is willing, but... well, you know the rest.
[ the mind is willing and the body is weak. the spirit? whatever.
admittedly, wenzhou is aware that this is probably simultaneously a dig at his intellect again. but he's trying not to look at fei du bent over his countertop like that, even though he is definitely aware of it. his skin prickles and he can feel the heat trying to break free from where he's not-so-neatly shoved it down. ]
Didn't I tell you to stop being annoying? At this rate I might have to bend you over my knee.
[ well he just leans forward a little more absently and reaches for his phone, streeetching his arms out across the counter like he's going to play with his phone that way and says ]
I have heard punishment is an excellent, lasting way to teach a lesson.
[ he will put in the effort and tilt his head to give him a Look. it fails because there's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes but still. ]
Do I look like the sort of person who would enjoy pain? You had a long diatribe about how breakable my bones are once upon a time. Something about being too bourgeoisie for a lifestyle in front of a computer, but still unexercised...?
[ this is funny because he is the person who enjoys pain ]
Now, your handcuffs, I wouldn't be opposed. [ yes he would be ] They're aesthetically pleasing.
[ this Look is truly ineffective with that twinkling mischief, but he somehow also doesn't totally hate it. if he did he wouldn't have put up with fei du for so long, and wouldn't have invited him into his home to basically live there for an indeterminate amount of time. ]
I still stand by it. [ firmly ] You could use some exercise so that you don't break in half - your glasses are more durable than you.
[ anyways. he knows he would not like the handcuffs. ]
But I just get a feeling it'd be a treat instead of punishment.
[ okay see hes expecting the retaliation this time but fei du's reflexes, even enhanced by the power of being a supernatural creature, are no match for luo wenzhou's. he makes a less than dignified noise and jolts upwards when he gets whacked this time, and then the shitty little victory smile turns briefly into a grin, and then tamped down into a much more innocent expression as he lifts up both of his hands in "i'm innocent". ]
[ not that he won't eat it, but wenzhou specifically planned this meal for fei du's sake. heavy in iron and protein, with palatable blood included so that he'd be able to stomach it without tasting it as blood. just a tofu-like texture and a silky, savory flavor of the blood "tofu." the rich and spiced taste of the blood sausage.
... although, he's not really thinking about that sausage to give fei du right now. the undignified noise is both satisfying and unfortunate, really. ]
Maybe you just see misbehavior everywhere? Hate the sin, love the sinner.
[ yeah okay. the first part gets no real reaction except a quirk of his mouth, that clearly he's very amused. he's not unaware of what wenzhou is cooking - it looks good and smells good, smells actually palatable despite its main ingredients, and he will, maybe, let him go back to cook in peace for a few minutes.
maybe. after a moment, he shifts to unbutton his expensive cufflinks and roll up his sleeves. he's probably going to ask him to help, and as weird as that was the first time, by now, he's kind of used to it. also if he's showing off a little bit more skin, even if it's something as innocent as a forearm, then, hey. he does love to misbehave. ]
I see the misbehavior everywhere because the sinner is always sinning.
[ pain in the neck vampire shitlord. wenzhou growls low to himself, after grousing that out, before he looks away from... scandalous, forearms. it's just weirdly domestic and also erotic at the same time. very conflicting set of feelings that should butt heads, but seem to weirdly mesh into something that makes sense.
he really should have just kicked him out of the kitchen instead of having him come in here.
but instead of acting on that, with a heaved sigh, he reaches for a cutting board and sets it down with the vegetables he pulled out, grabbing a knife that wasn't bloodied earlier to set down with them. ]
[ his facial expression clearly just says "hehe" as he comes over, letting out a soft, amused noise. who? me? fei du? sinning? never.
but he is well behaved enough to listen to directions. they've settled into this... whatever this is, something between a temporary truce and the hints of something much bigger, and he's more than cognizant of it, but lets it happen. fei du takes the knife, fingers curling easily around the handle, and despite all of the thinly veiled 'threats' from before, he just takes to the cutting board and the vegetables. ]
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does not want to. for a second, he's out of it, but the tried and trained conditioning takes hold, and he feels his stomach churn, suddenly very, very not hungry as his head swims with images, with faint reminders of old pain. it's a familiar song and dance as he pulls the wine glass away from wenzhou and gives it a swirl like he's blooming the bouquet of tannin and alcohol, of the animal blood that mixes in, and the drips of human blood like rare spices mixed in.
before he drinks, just because he can (and because he hopes to irritate wenzhou enough he'll look away), he quips, dryly; ] I think you just enjoy bleeding.
[ seeing as how wenzhou is the most reckless man on god's green earth. he closes his eyes and lifts the cup, feels his stomach churn into actually no i'm not hungry at all, and does not immediately drink, just kind of holding it between his fingers in a minute internal battle. ]
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but fei du is an enigma. he wants to peel back every single layer, no matter how thin or ironclad, just to understand how the fuck his brain works. ]
A little blood shed to help people doesn't bother me. [ it's not that he likes it, it's just that he doesn't really notice it all that much. and it applies to this situation in some ways, too, where he tries to take care of this lost dhampir turned vampire elite who's punishing himself for... something. something he's on the cusp of.
but just how much deeper does it go? ]
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[ there's a light, airy way that fei du delivers the phrase, as he finally decides he's stirred his wine enough and takes a drink of it. the taste of the blood is, naturally, absolutely delicious, the difference between a two dollar bottle of wine and a thousand dollar one, and with it mixed in with the liquor, it becomes palatable in a way he can handle. there's the sharp smell of it as a reminder. you don't want any more than this.
that's what goes on in his head, at least. his eyes are slightly darker than usual, as he looks at luo wenzhou from under his thick eyelashes, peach blossom eyes carrying something a little dangerous. like a threat and a promise, something mysterious and heady. ] Some people are greedy.
[ you don't want any more than this. ]
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but maybe a part of wenzhou is keeping it like this as an option. ]
Well, good thing I've only said it in my kitchen and not out on the street, like I've advertised myself to every vampire that I'm a walking blood bag. [ his tone is dry, in response to the airy way fei du speaks. ] If you were going to sell me out to some fangs or abuse my hospitality, you would've done it already.
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[ that same lofty tone continues. it's easier for him to hide behind this, to play at being the monster, a beast in human skin, while he muffles the actual beastly instincts with practice, careful precision. he doesn't even look at wenzhou's hand, because he is well trained, and with it hidden, he's able to pull on the facade. the corner of his mouth lifts, that same, dangerous little smirk. ]
Maybe this is a honey pot.
[ and then he chuckles, amused at his own joke, and sips his drink. ]
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[ except, most anyone else would fall right into it. fei du is charming, and good at using those charms; after all, he got to see it first hand as his "pet" for the undercover job. and it sure as hell worked on him, in some ways.
but he's starting to believe what tao ran said about him being a good person. ugh. when the hell did that happen? ]
Whatever, drink your wine you brat. I'm going to make actual food for you to eat.
[ luo wenzhou has always had a great instinct for danger - this feels dangerous in a different way, not like a threat of bloodshed but more like running into something he's not sure he'll be able to find his way back from. ]
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a little wine, a little snack. a little poking and prodding at wenzhou, a little victory where it felt like he kept his walls up as carefully as he wanted to. victory puts fei du in a good mood. (it may also be that he just needs to eat really badly and this probably would help.) ]
Your generosity is unmatched. [ somehow he makes this sound like an insult ] As for what I would get from it, your body would be acceptable.
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Oh, darling, my body is free to look at whenever you want. Such a handsome work of art as this, who would I be to deny you that? But if you truly wanted it, then you'd have to commit to wanting it.
[ they can keep playing this game. fei du can think he's safe where he is, can have his small victory, and wenzhou will circle around to a crack left exposed in his smug superiority. ]
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You should definitely be careful about who you say that to. [ though he doesn't specify which part of his statement he means, the former or the latter, and instead swirls his drink, content to sit and do just that. ] Talk about greedy.
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You, or me? I'm the most selfless person there is. [ ok wenzhou. (kind of true) (but also) ] Are you just going to stand there and look pretty while you flap your mouth? I guess company while I cook is fine, but if you're going to be annoying the whole time...
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If you're good at multitasking, I'm sure I could find a creative use for my mouth. [ beat ] Then again, the Homo sapiens neanderthalensis may struggle with higher level executive function.
[ wow
but he's also hopping off the counter so make of that what you will I guess ]
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You'll spoil your appetite if you have dessert before dinner. [ the quip back is immediate, even if the proximity in the small kitchen will make it obvious that he is. unfortunately. interested.
he can't help that he's a warm blooded human, alright? with a healthy libido! even if he curses these hormones. ]
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look at him. he is posing. he knows this is working. ]
I should be saying that to you. [ with a knowing look - it's in his voice, even. ] The flesh is willing, but... well, you know the rest.
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[ the mind is willing and the body is weak. the spirit? whatever.
admittedly, wenzhou is aware that this is probably simultaneously a dig at his intellect again. but he's trying not to look at fei du bent over his countertop like that, even though he is definitely aware of it. his skin prickles and he can feel the heat trying to break free from where he's not-so-neatly shoved it down. ]
Didn't I tell you to stop being annoying? At this rate I might have to bend you over my knee.
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I have heard punishment is an excellent, lasting way to teach a lesson.
[ Fei Du. ]
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luo wenzhou gives his back (and his ass, by proxy) a very tired, annoyed look. ]
I'm inclined to think you'd enjoy a spanking more than you'd hate it, actually, so maybe I should just handcuff you somewhere.
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Do I look like the sort of person who would enjoy pain? You had a long diatribe about how breakable my bones are once upon a time. Something about being too bourgeoisie for a lifestyle in front of a computer, but still unexercised...?
[ this is funny because he is the person who enjoys pain ]
Now, your handcuffs, I wouldn't be opposed. [ yes he would be ] They're aesthetically pleasing.
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I still stand by it. [ firmly ] You could use some exercise so that you don't break in half - your glasses are more durable than you.
[ anyways. he knows he would not like the handcuffs. ]
But I just get a feeling it'd be a treat instead of punishment.
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Exercise me, then.
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wenzhou takes one, wide step forward, and just whips him directly on the ass with the towel. ]
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Haha, don't burn your dinner.
[ delightful ]
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[ not that he won't eat it, but wenzhou specifically planned this meal for fei du's sake. heavy in iron and protein, with palatable blood included so that he'd be able to stomach it without tasting it as blood. just a tofu-like texture and a silky, savory flavor of the blood "tofu." the rich and spiced taste of the blood sausage.
... although, he's not really thinking about that sausage to give fei du right now. the undignified noise is both satisfying and unfortunate, really. ]
You really just love to misbehave.
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[ yeah okay. the first part gets no real reaction except a quirk of his mouth, that clearly he's very amused. he's not unaware of what wenzhou is cooking - it looks good and smells good, smells actually palatable despite its main ingredients, and he will, maybe, let him go back to cook in peace for a few minutes.
maybe. after a moment, he shifts to unbutton his expensive cufflinks and roll up his sleeves. he's probably going to ask him to help, and as weird as that was the first time, by now, he's kind of used to it. also if he's showing off a little bit more skin, even if it's something as innocent as a forearm, then, hey. he does love to misbehave. ]
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[ pain in the neck vampire shitlord. wenzhou growls low to himself, after grousing that out, before he looks away from... scandalous, forearms. it's just weirdly domestic and also erotic at the same time. very conflicting set of feelings that should butt heads, but seem to weirdly mesh into something that makes sense.
he really should have just kicked him out of the kitchen instead of having him come in here.
but instead of acting on that, with a heaved sigh, he reaches for a cutting board and sets it down with the vegetables he pulled out, grabbing a knife that wasn't bloodied earlier to set down with them. ]
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but he is well behaved enough to listen to directions. they've settled into this... whatever this is, something between a temporary truce and the hints of something much bigger, and he's more than cognizant of it, but lets it happen. fei du takes the knife, fingers curling easily around the handle, and despite all of the thinly veiled 'threats' from before, he just takes to the cutting board and the vegetables. ]
What shape? [ domesticated ]
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