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_{Lucifer continued sinking his nails deeper and deeper into the males open wound, also tightening the grip of the choke hold immensely. Just when the Devil thought he had him, he began hissing from the stinging sensation the other was causing by clawing at his arms, it made the elder cringe but he kept his grip. That was until he felt razor sharp teeth sink into his skin.}

_{As soon as the fangs sunk into his pale skin he couldn’t help but let out a loud, ferocious growl, pulling away the hand that was penetrating the vampires skin to grip onto his raven black locks in attempt to pull his head back. Though when the thick, warm substance that was Lucifer’s blood began trickling down both the pale beings skin, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself. What he had in mind next could either put this situation to an end, or worsen it. There was only one way to find out, and the Devil was always one to take chances even when uncalled for.
After thrashing around with the creature attached to his skin, he began to abhor this whole situation and the vampire even more. Until eventually, the grip he had on his black locks tightened and he yanked his head back, making the vampires body bend back as well— but not too much. He didn’t want to snap the male in half and end it all so soon. Even though it hurt like Hell, Lucifer pushed his arm further against the others mouth as his teeth gritted in pain, loud grunts and hisses emitting from the Devil as the fangs penetrated deeper into his skin. All this was was an coerced attempt to get his blood to dance down into the youngers throat, just the thought of it made him chuckle between sounds of pain. “You’re fucking stupid, you know that?” Luce derided through his teeth bared, his face twisting into one of pain as he continued pulling the vampires head back in certainty that the blood will involuntarily go down his throat.  Or he at least hoped it would. If it worked, the males sanity will slowly wither away right before the elders eyes, if not, then he would have to approach this situation differently. Either was, Lucifer’s goal to rid of the intruder that waltzed into his home.}

_{Leon was stubborn, always had been and didn’t intend to let go. But when the other began to attempt to pull his head back, it became a bit harder to hold on, resulting in him dragging his teeth along the arm, puncture wounds taking on a bit more ovoid shape, growing longer with each and every tug. The blood burned upon his lips, and even though he knew swallowing the crimson substance was the worst thing he could do, the desire to do so was close to overwhelming, hunger triggered the moment he had let his teeth sink into the soft flesh. As the seconds passed the situation grew into, not only a mere quarrel, but a struggle against his own instincts and he tried his hardest to not let it affect him all too much. Hard when the other continued to move around to say the least.} 

_{As the hold on his raven locks tightened he hissed, the faint pain increasing, even more so when his body was forced to bend backwards, neck giving away an unavoidable crackling sound. After years of recklessness, the immortal’s neck had been broken so many times his body hadn’t been able to keep up with healing, resulting in some of his cervical vertebras remaining crushed as well as cracked. Not that it caused him any trouble, but it was a bit of an unpleasant feeling. So instead of bracing himself he followed the motion, to spare his own body from pain as well as risk, a bad decision. Something he realized all too late, when the elder began to press his arm against his mouth, causing the blood to flow even faster as his fangs dug further into the flesh. Leon coughed immediately, close to unable to keep up with his own plan, blood sneaking past his boundaries in continuous streams. In order to ease the situation for himself, he pushed his jaw upwards, his obtuse normal teeth grazing the skin as he dragged his fangs downwards, struggling to make sure none of the devil’s blood ran down his throat. The taste was marvelous, but he spit it out, let it continue to trickle down his skin. He caught the male’s words and responded with a huff, another cough and a grow as he dragged his teeth further down, first now bracing himself to prevent the other from forcing his head even further backwards, close to being able to look at his jaw by now. He frenetically searched for a proper solution, only one he knew being to continue to drag his fangs downwards along the arm until he reached the end of it, something he wasn’t able to do. Not just yet. Instead he raised his hands to take a hold of the male’s arm, keeping it in a tight hold for a few seconds before he closed his eyes, it was all or nothing and he had no idea if it would work, not like this but it was worth a try.}

 _{He focused on the image of the male, in his normal state. The way he had looked when he had first encountered him, mapping out his anatomy within the span of a few milliseconds, able to locate every artery and every vein, every curve and every line, It was in situations like this one Leon was happy to “suffer” from photographic memory, only because it would make what he was planning on doing so much easier. Wrist first. Then we’ll see. The perks of being a a vampire, would always be the many hidden abilities, abilities that had been marked as taboo for centuries, but not before he had been able to learn them as well as the technique behind them.  Another stream of blood left his mouth, soon replaced with another, the situation was dire and he was running out of time. Focus Leon. He scolded himself, engaging in one last downward drag, for the sake of distraction while his mind focused on one of the vein just beneath the place where the joints connect. Rupturae. He thought to himself, directing his energy towards the single spot, attempting to make the blood vessel burst beneath the elder’s skin.}