Because I haven't posted anything like this in a while.
The bed was warm and his head seemed to have fused with the comfort of his pillow. The light, dim and barely orange, made shadows fill the corners of the room, but on the bed no such gloom could be found. Green eyes watched the paleness of the back before him where the vampire was sitting on the edge of the bed, movement causing the mattress to mold around and support it while the clacking of the digital clock against the wooden nightstand caused the values of grey on the back and the active muscles of the arm to shift, almost rippling – an illusion of peaceful waves that lulled the mind of the heavy-eyed priest. It was hard not to submit to his body's need for unconsciousness, but Father Anderson resisted temptation in order to watch the waves while they were still so close to him.
So close…
He roused an arm and reached around the pale back to rest his fingertips against the invigorating chill of the demon's skin, this causing his mind to clear and the waves to still as Alucard stopped fiddling with the clock. Tan fingers tapped blindly against the side of the thigh that had been hidden from the head that was held down by warmth and comfort - with playfully gentle touches on the leg, pressing down upon the keys of the instrument producing the demon's emotions. Alucard turned to connect with the gaze the priest used to peer into the red eyes that were familiar, and, with this quality, were a valve for filling his body with warmth – which added to the warmth Father Anderson already took from the bed, and his eyes became lidded as Alucard leaned over him and brushed his temple with a kiss before finding his lips. They remained bound together by a calm embrace until both of their needs for contact were as satisfied as they could be under the circumstances that kept their infrequent visits brief.
Alucard withdrew, pushing the clock back into its proper place on the nightstand as he rose, and the shadows occupying the corners of the rented room took wing, arriving to conceal his paleness and the peaceful waves with red and darkness once more. The priest in the bed watched with his lidded eyes and his head and body buried in the warmth of the blankets and sheets. Nothing more than a final look was exchanged, one which communicated all each lover needed, before Alucard had become the shadows along the walls. Then…he was gone.