Blood
"You are disgusting - I can almost taste the capitalism in your blood."
Lies. Alfred's blood was sweet and soothing - Ivan couldn't get enough of it.
"Well if you don't like it, go to someone else."
A bandaid was placed in the wound, and his shirt was rebuttoned. Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt a cold breath on his neck, making him shiver.
"Da, but then you would get jealous. "
The accented tone was laced with amusement and Alfred turned his head, glaring back at the vampire who's smiling lips were still scarlet with his blood. Instead of a snarky comment or quick jab, Alfred only kissed him firmly, tasting his own blood on his lips.
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