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David is, inexplicably, sitting at the bar, playing with a cocktail umbrella.

He looks quite a bit better than he has these past few days.

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He touches Charlie's cheek.

"Would you...?"

want one I mean I would risk it if you did

"I don't know," he whispers. "It would mean you'd have to feed from me , wouldn't it? Like, frequently?"

A nod.

"At least once every few days."

He runs his fingertips lightly down David's neck. "And it won't make me a vampire, yeah?"

He closes his eyes, biting back the soft whimper and gasp in his throat.

"No..."

"And it'll mean what, exactly? We'll be able to communicate better through our thoughts . . ?"

He looks at David's face, his closed eyes and tensed face, and softly kisses the end of his nose.

His eyes open, slowly.

"And through our feelings," he says, somewhat shakily. "I'll be able to feel when you're happy, sad, upset, when you need me you can call on me."

His fingers stroke Charlie's hip gently.

Charlie looks at him thorugh his lashes. "Let's do it." His fingers tighten in David's hair.

David's mouth is on Charlie's neck in a heartbeat or less, in a breath; he sucks, nibbles, licks and kisses his throat.

Are you sure?

"Yes." He almost moans it. "Yes." His head falls back and he presses David's head harder to his neck.

Breathing hard against Charlie's throat, David stops. One second.

And then sinks his teeth in, drinking Charlie again.

Damn the consequences.

Charlie shudders. David.

Nothing but David.

He doesn't take much. Just enough.

And then his mouth's on Charlie's, tongue deep in and bleeding heavily.

Charlie... yes. YES.

Charlie drinks and drinks and DavidohgodDavidohgodohgod.

The drinking turns to kissing just so easily, so when Charlie finds himself pressed against the back of the couch, it shouldn't really come as such a surprise.

No, it's not a surprise at all. Nor should David be surprised when Charlie's hands sneak under David's shirt to stroke his back.

None whatsoever.

He breaks off the kiss gently, resting his lips against Charlie's, hands sliding under Charlie's shirt.

"Oh."

"Mm?" He nudges his mouth against David's.

"Want you," he whispers against Charlie's mouth. "Know I shouldn't."

"Yes," Charlie answers, still nuzzling him.

"Yes... what?"

He's almost afraid of the answer.

"Yes. To--whatever. Yes, stop. Yes, let's go somewhere. Yes, I want you. Yes, I shouldn't. Yes, David. Whatever you want." He smiles at David faintly, looking at him through his lashes.

He touches Charlie's cheek softly.

"Room. Bed. Now."

He kisses Charlie then, desperately almost. Take me to your room.

Charlie nods and gets up, holding both of David's hands. "Now," he agrees and pulls him to his feet.

They walk upstairs arm in arm, Charlie's head against David's chest.

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