a/n: Thank your for the reviews and in reply to SesshoumaruSama43 comment I got the idea from wondering how and why Dr. Frankenstein came to be working for Dracula and then the slash just came naturally.

Dr. Frankenstine servaied the dark tavern room forlornly meeting the same shadowy faces and sighed into his glass of lukewarm water.
He stood up angrily and trudged over to the bar, furious that he had waited so long for a man who had never shown.
"If anyone asks for me" he told the bartender, passing a small copper coin across to him, "tell them I am in my room"
"Of course sir." The bartender said, greasy palm grabbing the coin and pocketing it quickly.
Dr. Frankenstein turned and climbed the creaking staircase that lead to his room, taking the key from his waistcoat pocket and opened the door.

A stunning man was sitting on his bed, wine glass in hand and charming smile upon his handsome features.
"I have been waiting for you; I thought we should meet here, its so much more private." the man said, standing up and offering his hand to shake.
"Who are you?" Dr. Frankenstein said, feeling foolish as he took the offered hand and shook it.
It felt cold to the touch.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself, I am Count Vladislaus Valerious."
"Of course." Dr. Frankenstein murmured as the Count led him to the bed and seated himself upon it.
"I am very interested in your work" The Count continued "life is a passion of mine, and life from death would be quiet something, don't you agree?"
Dr. Frankenstein seated himself upon the bed unsteadily.
"You don't find it…ghoulish"?

The counts smile became more pronounced.
"I find few things that fit that description."
The count raised the glass to his lips; the wine inside it looked bloodily red and thick. Poor wine could only be expected in a poor inn but still the consistency seemed far too thick.
"Good wine?" Dr. Frankenstein asked, eyes fixed upon the glass and the Count's mouth.
The man lowered his glass and licked his lips, smiling devilishly.
"Perfectly aged" He said, placing the glass on the bedside table and catching Dr. Frankenstein's hand in his, "I will fund your work, give you your own laboratory, anything you need"
"Anything." the doctor said dreamily, looking at the hand holding his.
"Anything for a small price."
"What?"

"Only a small thing really in the scheme of things." the Count said as he surged forward, grasped the other man and kissed him.
For a moment Dr. Frankenstein struggled in his arms but stopped, gasping as the Count bit down upon his lip, hands pushing up under then mans shirt to stroke the warm skin beneath.
"Sir?" Dr. Frankenstein gasped when the kiss was broken and the Count's fingers worked at a frenzy, pushing away his clothing to leave him naked and flushing, laid out on the bed.
The Count regarded him with the eye of a connoisseur.
"You cannot hide that you desire this" his eyes flickered downwards and Dr. Frankenstein's blush deepened "and I would prefer a relationship that was more pleasure than business."
The Count's lips brushed his ear and Dr. Frankenstein shuddered softly.
"Yes." he whispered as sharp teeth sunk into his neck and cold hands held him tightly down.
It was a rather ghoulish coupling and fitting in its way, and when it had finished Dr. Frankenstein touched the tender welts in his neck and wondered why he had enjoyed it so.