"You want to play, do you?" One hand still in Taliesin's hair, the other was going down along his spine, going lower, settling against his quite excellent bottom and feeling that up as he kept him close. "We can, of course."

He was eager to drink from him. Simply diving right into that, however, it seemed cheap. It didn't feel right. He'd rather go thirsty for a little while longer. "For the record, trust me. By and large, vampire are at least as tedious a lot. Maybe worse, given they are tedious for longer."

They were so structured in their hierarchy. So many rules to stay unknown. Too many civilised talks when really all they were waiting for was a chance to be at each other's throats. "What kind of game would you like to play, darling boy?"