Excuses, excuses… all desperate excuses.  They made him laugh.  Kade had heard it all in his long life, even the supposedly selfless warnings about how dangerous it would be to get mixed up with his prey.  The difference was that the ones to use that one were often criminals, warriors, or at least in some way actively engaged in various battles.  What did Dorian have as battles, other than in court rooms and offices?  If there were people after him, seeking revenge just as Kade, then he had certainly brought it upon himself by defending evil against innocence.<br/><br/>“Fine, then.  No more arguing,” he decided, having heard enough of Dorian’s protests.  It was becoming more and more clear that he didn’t have the ammunition to bring him down, yet.  It would take some more work.  This was a game, however, that Kade could easily grow to love.  “I’ll remind you of how much you want me.”  He knew that after he had his fangs dug in that the human wouldn’t be able to resist anymore.  Kade had hoped to get some sort of admission out of him without resorting to such tactics, and yet it was almost pleasing in a way to test Dorian’s strength and be surprised by it.  “And then you will submit to me completely… and beg me for more.”<br/><br/>With that sinful promise, the blond vampire sank his fangs into the exposed line of Dorian’s neck, nice and slow.  He wanted the man to feel the impending bite, to feel helpless to stop it, but also to ride the wave of pleasure that usually came with the act as gradually as he could.  Since it wasn’t his first time, Dorian knew what was coming and could perhaps brace for it, if only a little, and the gradual pressure and subsequent penetration would let him experience it in a swell rather than a flood.<br/><br/>Kade, meanwhile, was already moaning happily.  The reward of his prey’s blood, even just that first little taste as skin gave way to fang…  It was enough to make him tighten his grip.  Though he was careful not to harm the man outright.  No, he only wanted to hold him still so he could take his time, his hips shifting to grind against Dorian more as pleasure and desire twisted within him.  On some level, he was aware that he enjoyed it far too much, but he’d never admit it.  That he was there spoke volumes on his obsession with this human.