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Nom nom nom (for Asher)

What was that saying?

Beggars couldn't be choosers.

India had never been at the top of Ray's list of vacation hotspots but it wasn't like there was a brochure full of options for where they could go that year. He'd heard on the grapevine that it wasn't exactly a luxurious place but after bumping back down to reality after the disappearance of the mist, anywhere that was away was a step up in Ray's book.

With hindsight, maybe two giant suitcases and a bag slung across his chest wasn't the best plan. Especially not when he'd partnered himself with the least helpful or willing man on the planet. Never one to travel light though, there were very noticeable drag marks left in his wake as he ploughed ahead over the causeway and onto the second island.

"Thanks again, by the way," Ray drawled sarcastically for the third or fourth time. "For all of your help. Really."

Had Ray not spent so much time packing and repacking, maybe they would have reached their destination before nightfall.

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He grasped Asher's arm tightly and tugged it in an attempt to get him to let up off his chest. Even Ray knew it would be stupid to answer his question. Instead, he swallowed around a dry mouth and replied, as steadily as possible, "You said you could control yourself."

As he spoke, he turned his head back to face Asher, both to restrict access to his neck and give the impression that he had more confidence than he felt. There was barely any space between them, so it was difficult to hide his true feelings.

His other hand pushed futilely at Asher's side.

"Oh, I can. If I want to." His gaze flicked briefly to Ray's neck then back up again. "I'm just not completely sure that I want to."

Ray mentally took back everything he'd thought about this being an anti-climax. He'd seen that look before, only last time they'd been in bed and Ray had received almost instant compensation for the injury inflicted upon him.

He'd been pretty sure up til this point that he would have offered himself to Asher in place of any one of the innocent passers-by. Now, however, he wasn't feeling so selfless, given that every one of them just walked on by without giving him a second's look.

"Asher," he licked dry lips, "listen to me. I've been there, done that. Got the bite marks to prove it. C'mon." He gave another tug on his arm. "C'mon. Don't do it again."

"And what makes you think this time will be anything like last time?" Asher asked.

"If it's another set of scars you're worried about... Don't. Won't be an issue," he promised, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Keeping him talking was about Ray's only tactic. He could feel his gun digging into the small of his back and he tried shifting minutely, moving one of his hands away to try to reach behind him.

"See this?" Ray asked, wiggling the fingers on his other hand as a kind of distraction. "See this ring? If you're still the Asher I know, then this means more to you than a quick meal down a dirty alleyway. I'm pretty sure if I die here, I'm dead over there too."

It sounded almost like a dare, one that Ray didn't intend to follow through, not when his fingertips were so close to reaching his gun.

"Do you ever shut up?" Having been involved with him as long as he had, Asher knew the answer to that well enough. "And what exactly are you planning on doing with that gun? Unless you loaded it with silver bullets before we came out here, it's useless. Or were you planning on putting yourself down?"

"Thinking about my options," Ray replied for lack of anything more intelligent to say. It was quickly becoming apparent that he had no options and he stopped his pursuit of the gun, lifting his hand up, palm out as a sign of surrender.

"Praying's always an option." Not a very bright one in Asher's opinion, but still: an option.

"Have you tried that yet?" With his free hand, Asher gave Ray's crucifix a light flick. "It's now or never."

Part of Ray had been waiting for the other shoe to drop but suddenly everything felt very real. Asher had never been so flippant about his religion before and whilst Ray wasn't exactly the best Catholic, it still meant something to him.

He opened his mouth to reply, nothing coming out for a moment. Then desperation hit and he blurted: "What's Daniel gonna think if he never sees me again?"

"That the Island did what it's done to dozens of people before you?" He offered with a shrug. Moving his hand from the cross to his chin, Asher forced Ray's head to the side, fangs bared before finally going in for the kill.

Or kiss, in this case.

His fangs barely scraped skin before he pressed his lips against the pulse point in Ray's neck, lingering there a second before pulling back and releasing Ray completely. "Low blow. But I think I'd be more worried about what the Mountie would think," Asher said, conversationally, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place.

It didn't matter how much Ray resisted. He found his gaze on the mouth of the alley and his ear pressed against the wall despite his efforts. He wasn't going to beg, Asher would probably love that. Instead, he ground his teeth and tensed his body, exactly what he shouldn't have done, just as fangs flashed past his periphery.

Bracing himself for the pain, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he felt lips instead of teeth. When he could suck in more air without Asher's arm restricting his lung capacity, his eyes grew wide with shock and he shoved him away as hard as he could.

"What the hell?!" To say Ray was angry was an understatement. The only thing that beat it was his confusion. "Are you kidding me?!"

Asher stumbled back a bit, but his imbalance had more to do with his laughter than the force of being pushed away by Ray. He wouldn't tell him that, though.

Judging by Ray's expression, he hadn't found the act nearly as funny as Asher had.

"Disappointed?" He asked with a full-fanged grin. "Come on, I was kidding."

He was laughing? Ray couldn't work out which part of him thinking he was about to die was funny.

His words caught in his throat, mouth hanging open, quite the opposite image of Asher's face right then.

"You're crazy! You asshole!" he exclaimed, shoving Asher again and turning away, only to whip back around and advance like he was going to give Asher a taste of his own medicine. "I'm gonna kill you!"

The only reason he stopped again was the disorientation. Being flung from fear to relief to anger in such a short space of time had left his head all over the place and his nerves all but shattered.

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"Hey, hey. You're okay," Asher said, putting a hand up and stepping closer, making a point not to actually touch Ray while he was clearly upset. For all he knew he still had half a mind to shoot him.

"Do you actually think I would have agreed to come here if I thought there was a chance I'd drain you?"

"No!" Ray had learned how to glare from the best and he focused the hard look on Asher, stepping away when he got closer and flicking his stare from his hand to his head.

"I don't. That's why I thought that was real. Jesus! I thought you'd lost control, not that you were being a complete and utter jackass."

If that was Asher's only defense - that he knew he wouldn't have drained him - then Ray really was going to kick his ass back home. It was no excuse for the trick or the heart attack Ray was pretty sure he was still experiencing.

"Well, I was," he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He'd been accused of being much worse before. "I told you I could control myself."

Most normal people would apologize but not Asher. He'd just shrug and give off the vibe 'this is me, deal with it or don't'. It was manipulation of the highest degree, worthy of his sister, in Ray's opinion.

He groaned into his hands, holding them over his face. "You are too much for me sometimes."

"Yeah, because I do this sort of thing a lot...," he drawled sarcastically. No, Ray hadn't exactly ever pulled anything quite like he just had, but even so, he definitely thought he was the one who put up with a whole lot more in the grand scheme of things.

"Don't worry, you've just balanced out three years of comparative plain sailing."

Now Ray had time to catch his breath, he shook his head, still not quite believing what had just happened. He hugged his arms around himself, an unconscious move to give himself some comfort.

"As long as you had fun."

He had. Very much so, in fact, but he wasn't going to say that now, though.

"We can go now, if you want."

"I do want," Ray muttered, glancing over to his luggage with a sigh. So much for a vacation. He'd rather have a shower and a Valium.

He tapped his finger against a bicep, an outlet for his agitation and heightened adrenaline.

"If you wanna stay and...play some more, don't let me stop you." He didn't even sound sarcastic. If that was what Asher needed, then Ray wouldn't stand in his way, but he also wouldn't stay and watch.

"No. I can... play some other time," he insisted. Maybe he could take a trip back over with Danica.

Or maybe not.

"I'll carry your stuff back."

"Vampire bellboy?" Ray made his way over to his cases, picking up one bag and slinging it across his shoulder. He wasn't going to lie; he was relieved Asher was willing to go back with him. "That isn't really your scene."

"It's not," he agreed, but he was a lot stronger than Ray for the time being and any added stress might have just pushed him that much closer to potentially suffering a heart attack.

"But, if you'd rather do it, by all means."

After a few moments of consideration, Ray stepped back from the two remaining cases and lifted his palms. "Knock yourself out."

The distance home was a lot longer from the causeway to the hut than it was from the alley to the causeway, so if Asher wanted to make a point by lugging the cases the majority of the way as a human, then Ray ought not to rob him of that chance. It was, he thought, the least he deserved.

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