When Sasha is walking home from school, he stumbles across the smallest and most adorable dog in the world.
He tilts his head so Asher has better access and makes another pleased-cat sound.
Sasha opens his eyes just long enough to make eye contact, then closes them again and tilts his head back to show his neck and moans.
"And I'm going to be dreaming about you putting me under and bringing me to a party to be your pretty blood doll for months, I don't have to have."
"It can happen. Not a lot of vampires in Berkeley, though, thanks to your boyfriend."
"He found out magic existed, what, a month ago? A month and a half?"
"You're a mortal, you can't see him. He-- shines so brightly it hurts to look at."
"Anyway, it's definitely going to fuck with your plans to be my blood doll." He presses his cold lips into Sasha's throat, feels the pulsing of his veins. "Or to show up at a party and tease all the vampires with that pale throat of yours and then go home with all your blood inside you, whichever you prefer."
"Not a plan so much as a fantasy," but he puts a hand on the back of Asher's head, keeps his mouth at Sasha's throat.
He makes a soft noise at Asher's tongue; Asher can feel his voice box vibrating. "Yeah.
You gonna do something about that?"
"Maybe you could get me to promise you something to say 'yes.' Maybe you could hurt me. I don't know."
Sasha is very very warm.
"Mm." He presses Asher's head down, and then lets go. "I think I'm going to go home now, actually, Marlo's expecting me back soon and he worries."
"Awful!" he calls to Sasha. "Horrible person. Give me your phone number."