That's all, Malachi asked.  What more could he want?  Was there more Malachi wanted to give to him?  Arthur was confused, but only for a moment.  When Malachi licked his blood from his hand, his mind went blank.

Again, Arthur was caught between perfect and white and beautiful teeth and there was no where he would have rather been.  He let Malachi bite him, and bit back, along his jaw and neck and lips and tongue and then surrendered himself to the same.  It was terrible.  It was painful.  It was amazing.

He didn't pull away until he tasted more blood in his mouth than spit, and even then it was difficult for him to stop.  When he finally had, though, he pushed a hand against Malachi's mouth so as not to get distracted again.

"Listen to me closely Malachi," he said, his voice suddenly quiet and hard.  "I have one more condition for us, so listen close.  I will only say this once."

Fingers and nails dug into the meat of Malachi's cheeks, just as they had done with Arthur's own shoulder.  They were no less merciless.

"If you ever try to lie to me again, I will do worse than kill you.  I will make your life hell and then send you there myself.  Do you understand me?"