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[The look Guren gives Crowley is so offended, like he can't believe he brought up such a private topic right in front of Dextera's flower salad. He's got an assortment of flower crowns on his own head, there are people everywhere, and he gives a scan of that now.]

What, you couldn't have asked me earlier? [Trying to keep his voice low... he's smooth and subtle.]

…?

[ wat

dextera has encountered crowley a couple times now, never with guren, but he’s aware that they have a special relationship that he doesn’t have a complete grasp of. it’s not enough to make him jealous or anything, though—they’re like business partners, right?

and dextera never did tell guren about his encounter with crowley while the werewolves were attacking. ]

[ Yeah... business partners who are currently in the middle of a trade, much without any consideration to their audience in Crowley's perspective. He doesn't care, Guren should know that and the fact that him running low could lead to an even worse situation.

He has his chin in the palm of his hand, giving Dextera a small glance of acknowledgement before shrugging his shoulders and bringing his attention back to Guren. ]

Aren't you the one who is supposed to be keep track, boss? Don't push the blame on me so you can look cool.

I'm not going to track you down just to—

[STICK HIS NECK OUT...!! But he's frustrated, and there's an awkward stare at Dextera like he's guilty of something before he pushes himself up to stand.]

Fine, follow me and we'll get this over with. You can stay here, Dex.

[A man can try]

[ it’s really cute that guren thinks dextera is not going to follow him?

there’s honestly no hope for him to be sneaky about it—with a vampire and guren being the ones he plans to trail, he might as well be wearing a bell around his neck. he stands, too, almost a little indignant that he would be told to stay after that brief exchange.

like, really. ]

[ STICK YOUR NECK OUT MAN YOU DUG YOUR GRAVE NOW LAY IN IT. ]

That's better~ [ It's said with his usual drawl, accompanied by an all too friendly smile as he motions something similar to a wave towards Dextera before he's climbing onto his feet. He knows that they need to find a private place and -- ]

We won't take long, hopefully, it really depends on him. [ Pointing straight at Guren. ]

It's not up to me at all, vampire.

[Bitch!!! Whenever he says vampire it's like he's saying bitch. Anyway, there's an awkward pause in Crowley trying to insist that they do go off on their own to Dextera, and Dextera standing. Guren knows exactly what that means.

If he runs off right now, he's going to have to explain, and he's not sure he has the coverup to keep him from learning about this, anyway. Ugh. This is all Crowley's fault.

He stares at Dextera for a long moment, and then sighs.]

You can follow us, if you really want, but I don't think you'll like it.

[The look he gives Crowley is warning: control yourself, and then he's moving ahead, away from the gardens and towards wherever seems private. A discreet alleyway somewhere...]

[ dextera doesn’t like the cheerful way crowley regards him, like this is all some fun game—it’s exactly how he behaves all the time, actually, in dextera’s experience, but guren is on edge so dextera naturally is as well. he doesn’t know what he’s being defensive of, but he watches them both guardedly anyway as he follows. ]

Where—?

[ where are we going, what are we doing in this shady alley… the flower crowns seem so far behind now. ]

[ What Crowley doesn't expect is the offer for Dextera to follow -- while their intentions are far from malicious there's no doubt that the closeness needed was too intimate to be labeled normal. But, again, he neither cares nor does he think it's his fault. It's his means of survival and, honestly, it's only Guren's fault for trying to limit him to just himself.

Does Dextera know that he's dating a really greedy masochist? ]

He's seen me eat before, but this is real cruel... even for yourself.

[ But that's not important right now. Not when they finally find some seclusion in an alleyway, to which Crowley doesn't even hesitate when he grabs Guren by the shoulder and shoves him to the wall. It's tradition, at this point. ]

Ah, open your collar up a little. Last time I nearly got into your shirt and I don't want to hear you complain about that.

Shut up.

[To the first comment. He's not the one who brought it up in front of Dextera— but then, he's the one who demanded this at all. Crowley is actually listening, and he's doing his best to keep it that way.

So, as shameful as it is, he doesn't speak up against him for that, and he doesn't resist when he's shoved into the wall of the alley, even if his tongue clicks and his eyes flick away. He hadn't answered Dextera as to where they were going, or any of those questioning looks— he can't even look at him right now, as he reaches up to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt and yank one side of it away.

Yeah, that's all he's got right now.]

—!

[ guren was not kidding when he said that dextera wouldn’t like this. he should have known it would be something—crowley is a vampire. he needs to feed, and they have a deal, but this has a layer of intimacy over it that makes dextera’s stomach churn. ]

…

[ dextera looks from crowley’s mouth, to guren’s newly exposed neck, and makes a stupid split-second decision by moving to shove his arm in that unfortunately limited space between them.

he already fed eliot, once. if crowley needs to eat, he can do it in a less sexy way, from someone who isn’t guren. ]

[ Jealousy is a disease, get well soon!

The desire for blood hits him harder than any strike would, especially when it's presented to him by Guren -- inhaling a familiar scent, eyes glistening when the knowledge of blood waiting for him has his instincts kicking in immediately. Parting his lips, exposing his fangs, and already in the motions of moving in when Dextera makes an attempt of putting space between them with his arm.

To which he bats it away, not unlike swatting a persons hand but with the force that's about double that. ]

Hey~ This is between me and him, so just stand there and look innocent. I wouldn't want to have to break your arm and start a fight with this guy.

Dex.

[ He reaches with his own hand to offer it to Dextera, even in this position. It’s meant to be a reassurance, and Crowley can shut up in advance. ] It’s okay.

[ But with that gentleness, he darts his eyes back to Crowley, aggressive and firm. His other hand reaches to grab the front of Crowley’s shirt now, which is pretty laughable when he’s the one pinned against the wall. Still. ]

I didn’t ask for your commentary, either. Hurry it up, bloodsucker.

[ this fucking sucks!!!

crowley is stronger than dextera honestly expected him to be, even though he’s been warned and he’s felt crowley’s strength on him before. still, his hand hurts from just being bat away, and he doesn’t even take guren’s reassurance because he’s got something else in mind. ]

Why not me?

[ it’s offered awfully forcefully, for a mute guy. ]

[ The immediate change in Guren's demeanor when he moved his attention from Dextera to Crowley is both hilarious and exhilarating all at once; there's threat in his eyes. And the vampire knows that it's more than the human is willing to express just by his blood, using the hand that he smacked Dextera with to wrap around his neck.

Holding him in place, he shrugs his shoulders. ]

You can ask him when I'm done.

[ And that's all. Adjusting his grip, he moves his hand enough so when he leans in and parts his mouth there's no more obstacles -- he needs this, but with an audience it's suddenly balancing out into a desire to just be a fucking asshole I guess. Mouth on neck, his teeth sink into skin and pierce into flesh the moment he finds a particular vein.

Nice. Tastes like guilt. ]

[ There’s a hand at his throat, now, and both of his own drop to his sides, useless. There’s no time to snap back at Crowley’s unnecessary comments to Dextera— his own heart is beating fast and hard, angry, protective, guilty and ashamed all at once, and then fangs sink into him like usual.

It’s become habit here, but that doesn’t make the experience any different. He tries not to react much, for his own pride as well as Dextera’s sake, but there’s still a brief exhale at the start. No matter how many times this happens, it’s still this overwhelming sensation. He’s just prey, food, vulnerable and unable to lift his hands against it even if he would bother to try.

Blood drains from him quickly, and his strength goes with it. He stares past Crowley, past wherever Dextera might be lingering now to find a spot on the wall to focus on. He always feels like that might help distract him from the rush of being this close to death, but it’s still dizzying, intoxicating in the strangest way. ]

[ dextera had been having such a good time making flower crowns. the one small silver lining to this for guren is that dextera isn’t the type to run, even when he hurts—but the flip side of that is that he’s standing around and punishing himself for something that he had no hand in.

he stares at the place where crowley’s fangs are sinking into guren’s neck, and for one moment, he hates crowley. the kind of hate that burns in the pit of his stomach, leaving his face hot, until he forces himself to look away.

guren isn’t hurt by this, not physically. if he’s been doing it often, he’ll recover and dextera would be none the wiser if he weren’t here witnessing it for himself. ]

…

[ It's almost like a ritual, at this point -- find somewhere hidden way, get to that familiar vein he knows pulses with blood, and take until he's full. They've done this time and time again since his arrival, so much so he's almost surprised that Guren hasn't collapsed out of the sheer blood loss. Crowley needs plenty to sate his hunger, after all, and often times more than not what he receives from Guren still isn't enough.

But he'll take what is allowed, ensuring the human survives, and once he's had a few gulps of blood he finally releases him.

Pulling his fangs from the human's neck, he takes a step back, using the back of his hand to rid of any remnants of blood. ]

There. He's all yours, Dex.

[Thanks to that demon of his, it's a lot easier to restore blood. And now that Mika is gone, there's less that he has to supply so quickly. Three days is still pretty fast, but with him, it's doable. He only needs a little while for his strength to come back.

But he never stops Crowley early. It's that desire to keep him only on him, to not have to bother with anyone else in the town— not that he'd have the energy to try to stop him early, anyway. Still. Guren lets Crowley take as much as he wants short of killing him, and so he's incredibly dizzy and pale by the time he's given his space back.

This time, from trying to stand so tall and proper and less scandalous, he slumps a little against the wall now that he's not being supported by Crowley's hold, focusing on breathing so he doesn't think about any strangely enjoyable part about any of that. Yeah.

As much as he wants to snap at Crowley again for being the way that he is, he doesn't— he can't. Not right this second, anyway. Let him and his 8 flower crowns rest.]

[ dextera hates this, he hates crowley, and seeing guren slump against the wall like that—looking so pale and sick—doesn’t abate any of those feelings for even a second. if he tried to attack crowley, he would die in an instant, and he hates that too.

he could kill crowley, but it would take the kind of planning that would cool him off before he could actually follow through. ]

Ngh…

[ he’s so angry he’s dizzy, until he forces himself to breathe. consider. he doesn’t like seeing this done to guren, so it seems like the best plan really is to offer himself up. he’s singularly focused on that, which is entirely why he doesn’t move to help guren. ]

You don’t… have to rely on him.

[ It's common practice at this point to catch a glimpse of Guren tired and sluggish in the corner of his eye after feeding, so much so that he doesn't even bat an eyelash or consider asking if he's fine. Dextera is here, after all, to shower him with concern and proper aftercare that Crowley neglects -- he could blame it on the lack of emotions, but honestly it's simply due to the fact that he doesn't care. This was a decision made on the other's behalf and he was simple abiding by it. ]

I wish it were that simple. It'd be easier if I could just drink from the livestock here but then this guy would throw a fit, so as you can see I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

[Dextera is here... but he's too busy showering Crowley with hate. Guren is irritated by that, too, pushing himself up to stand properly even if he looks like he might fall over.]

He's right. I asked for this.

[Obviously he did, though he's hoping his firm words will get Dextera to stop offering himself up. Cut it out... He moves closer, catching Dex by the arm and using him as support as he does.]

I can regenerate blood faster than normal humans. [Is that true for cursed gear users or is he making that shit up? Either way.] He needs it at least every three days. With the nature of your abilities, yours might do more harm than good, anyway.

[He's shutting this down completely!!! Only bitey him, that's the rule. His stupid stubborn rule to take as much on himself as possible.]

[ dextera doesn’t like it, and guess who’s going to offer himself up later anyway, where guren can’t fucking stop him? in some ways, he’s terribly stubborn, and for as good as he is at listening, guren has given him too much confidence. look what you did, you went and gave a perfectly good tool autonomy. ]

…

[ his brow furrows, when guren denies his request and catches his arm. ]

You don’t know that.

[ Gentlemen... Crowley's got two arms to hold you in. Just remember that. ]

Huh? [ The word drags, clearly showing interest as his arms cross in front of his chest and he leans his weight onto one foot. Quirking a brow he offers both of them a grin -- never a good sign. ] Is there something about this guy that makes him special, Guren? Or are you just saying that to keep me away?

[ Because that just makes him wanna go in for the kill?????? Hello??? ]

[Hold them, Crowley-sama.

Guren hates all of this. He hates that Dextera is throwing a fit instead of just trusting him on this, he hates that Crowley isn't catching a hint and going away and instead showing this interest. He hates that he dug himself this hole.

He's well aware now that he has to tread carefully. Downplaying it now would be too obvious, going into detail would be too inviting. So what does he do? He's placed himself bodily between them, by grabbing Dextera's arm like he is, but he gives Crowley a serious glare and thrusts Dextera's arm back at him, like an invite.]

You want to try it for yourself and see?

[Threatening, but still offering Dextera out like he hadn't wanted to. He thinks it's the best choice.]

—?

[ dextera hadn’t expected guren to turn heel like that and offer his arm out for him, but this is what he wanted, after all. he wanted to take guren’s place in this exchange, but now…

this feels a bit more like a challenge, than a sacrifice. dextera doesn’t know what to do about that, but he thinks the best approach is to make sure that it looks like he has some control here, too.

he flexes his arm, and there are bandages up some of it, but the gesture emphasizes the exposed crook of his elbow, pale flesh with a visible vein ready to be bitten. ]

[ To say Crowley was amused would be an understatement; the look in both their eyes and the very knowledge knowing that just his presence was enough to bring about a mixed range of emotions for either is fulfilling enough for a person so detached.

He gives Guren a questionable look, though obviously pleased. ]

I mean... who am I to say no to free food? I've been drinking from you since I got here and it's gotten a little boring, y'know~ [ So he approaches without any hesitation, taking Dextera's arm from Guren's grasp and giving the only exposure of skin a single glance. He pulls the man closer, however, bringing his arm up to his mouth with a subtle brush of his lips -- and sinks his fangs in. Piercing into flesh, the blood coursing through the vein running off its tracks as Crowley begins to drink.

And it's -- ]

[ -- fucking disgusting.

It's not like a regular humans blood, it's so much more than that. And it brings a sharp, burning pain down his throat and throughout his entire being when he swallows.

Immediately he pulls away messily, tearing skin and flesh as he takes several steps away and brings a hand to his mouth. He wants it out. Whatever the hell this blood he needs it out -- Crowley turns his back to both of them pathetically, hunching over the alleyway wall and pushing his fingers into the back of his throat before finally throwing up. No bile, just blood, which isn't less disgusting but hey at least it doesn't smell like vomit? I....... I guess.......

And he laughs nervously: ]

What the fuck?

[yeah, that's right, bitch

That is to say, it's unfortunate that Crowley can't just take his word for it and back off, but at least this means that it's all done in front of him, instead of behind his back. Crowley tears away and Guren is there instantly, pressing a bandage he'd already pulled from his pocket against the probably messier than usual wound on Dextera's arm. He watches Crowley unblinking, angry, cold, contemplating a number of things—

But ultimately, he just lifts his chin a bit to look down at him, as if he's not on way too little blood and close to passing out himself.]

Should I say "I told you so?" [This ass.] Both of you.

[A look gets tossed to Dextera, as well, and it's clear that he's Angry. Then it's back to Crowley.]

No more screwing around. If it's so boring for you to drink from only me, then go suck on a mutated goat.

Ah—?!

[ it hurts when crowley pulls away, tearing at his skin, and dextera gasps in surprised pain. there’s blood dripping all over, not just on his arm but spattered across the ground now, too.

he hadn’t considered that his blood would react so poorly with a vampire—maybe they both deserve this for being stupid. even so, when guren tosses that frustrated look his way, dextera frowns and glances elsewhere, holding the bandage tightly to his arm. can he be blamed for wanting to help?

guren is always putting himself in danger, and dextera wanted to relieve that burden. ]

…

[ he lets go of the bandage once it’s soaked up the most immediate overflow. crowley’s back is turned, but he signs an apology anyway, just because he’s like that. ]

I’m sorry. I didn’t know.

[ Yeah, they definitely deserve this for being stupid, but at the same time Crowley's never experienced this before? Even with Shinoa, who literally has a demon inside of her, there were no drawbacks to taking her blood -- so what happened here is both eye opening and so bizarre that he nearly wants to kill both.

Nearly. He knows better than to go through with it; sucking in a breath, he brings the back of his hand to his mouth and wipes it profusely. ]

You know a goat isn't going to do shit. [ The anger lingers in his voice, even as his back reminds to both of them. ]

Haha, what the hell... I should really just kill you both. You knew this would happen, didn't you?

[At that killing comment, Guren puts one arm in front of Dextera in a guarding motion, the other gripping at his sword. Embarrassing. He knows it's like a neon sign here, and especially useless when he's feeling weaker than usual from blood loss, but if it's going to be a fight, he'd rather be in a ready stance. He has no idea what to expect from Crowley at any given time. It's all guesses. And that angry voice is frightening, he won't lie.]

He didn't. I had a feeling. Take it as a lesson and move on. You can get your blood fix from me. That should be enough.

[ dextera is less scared than he should be. he knows crowley is dangerous because guren is afraid of him, but things don’t stick for him viscerally until he’s experienced it himself. that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared at all, though. ]

…

[ he looks down at guren’s arm thrown protectively in front of him, and forces his breathing to steady even if it’s still a little shallow. his own arm hurts, throbbing where crowley ripped away from it.

he’s sorry. maybe that isn’t enough. he can’t do anything until crowley makes a decision. ]

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why is this everybody hates crowley the thread

DFSGDLFGDFFGDL

that’s what makes it hot

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1/2 y'ALL WHAT THE HELL YOU CAN'T SOLVE YOUR CHEATING PROBLEM WITH MURDER

also warning for emetophobia... lord

SURE YOU CAN

it’s healthy

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