"Good boy", prised him Rick with a small smirk. "So now you would get your reward. Homecooked meal. When you had something like that? I'll bet it was long ago, huh?"

Vincent leaned against the counter while looking up in a thinking manner. When was the last time he'd had a home-cooked meal? "Well...to be honest...I really can't remember. I know my mother was a big cooker when I was younger. She was single mother raising a hellion son, but cooking was her passion aside from painting and...whatever else a single mom does to keep occupied." he replied as he pulled the bottle of vodka out to open.

"So you were like that even when you were small. I lost my parents when I was nine and from then on I'm taking care of myself", he said simply, just like one would talk about weather. "Now sit down."
He put on the plate.. spaghetti. Well it was more like waste bin since he found some interesting things in the fridge as well as a bit of cheese.. but he knew it would taste really good. After all years of practise made him quite good in doing meals from almost everything.

Vincent walked over to the table with the bottle of vodka and tequila and he sat down in one of the chairs, waiting patiently while glancing over his shoulder. Rick surprised him. Looking at the male, you'd never had thought he was good at cooking. He was finding things out about the human that fulfilled a little bit of his needs. Having a cook around would actually help cut down the money he spent on ordering out or eating at restaurants.

"Come on. Dig in as it's still warm. And don't even try to complain", he said, eating his share quite quickly while adding to it few sips of beer noa and then.

Vincent chuckled softly as he started to eat as well. Rick must've been quite starving. It made him feel a little bad, but Rick had been living by himself for so long that he knew what to cook with what Vincent had that was actually usable. He had to admit it tasted good and he continued eating while throwing in a few sips of vodka here and there.

"Seriously? Adding vodka to your meal? It would spil it all for me..", he said, barely liking he needed to add beer to moisten his throat while eating.
Normally he had only a glass of water.

Vincent chuckled at what the human said before swallowing the contents in his mouth. "Hey, your cooking's really good. I wouldn't drink the vodka if I didn't have to, but daddy needs his night juice." he replied with a grin.

"Daddy? Night juice?", he asked, rising his eyebrows while eating his meal.

Vincent chuckled softly before sipping some more of his vodka bottle. "I need a little buzz before "bed"." he replied teasingly as he continued to eat.

"A little buzz?", asked Rick, quite amused. "What for?"
Wasn't Vincent crazy enough without alcohol? Though it sure would be interesting to watch.

"Well, you said you like me to get a little crazy, right?" Vincent a asked in between chewing his food.

"When did I say it?", asked the dark haired man ablthough he knew it was the truth.
Vincent was then unpredictable.. and that was exciting. Though not when he was going insane and do too much hardcore stuff. That he didn't like. Loosing his cock or arms.. or anything else while being concious was giving him creeps.

Vincent finished off his plate and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh before letting out a loud belch. He then continued to sip from the bottle, setting it on the table with it half-empty. He then crooked his finger at Rick, beckoning him over while staring at the human intently.

"No fucking way. Say you're sorry for belching", he said, finishing his food and crossing his arms on his chest.

"I'm sorry, baby." Vincent replied with a soft grin before crooking his finger again. "Come here." he beckoned once again.

What Vincent said made him chuckle a bit and comd closer. Though he was still tensed up, waiting for him do somethig crazy. That was at least what it looked like.. Probably something was waiting for him and it made his a bit excited as well as anxious.

Vincent pulled Rick gently on his waist and he reached down to grasp onto those perfect ass cheeks, massaging them in his hands in adoration while he stared up at Rick with his eyes glazed over with the alcohol beginning to sink in a little. "I can still split your head in two?" he purred as his hands came up to lightly rake his nails along Rick's back without drawing blood.

Rick frowned at what he had heard.
"Split.. I said I did want to be able to fuck still. And with that I wouldn't", he said simply, wondering if Vincent went crazy once again.

"You can still fuck me. It'll be nice and healed when I'm done." Vincent said before leaning up to kiss Rick's cheek gently. "I just want to try a few things with you...you liked the piercings didn't you?" he asked softly before he leaned in to flick his tongue at the nipple piercing he gave to Rick.

"You sure? With that cut..", he muttered and sighed. "Also yeah.. somehow I liked it. Though I'm almost sure it wouldn't be like with any other male. Probably because you are so much stronger.. if you wouldn't I would kill you.."

Vincent looked up at Rick, gently putting his chin on Rick's chest as he did so. "I promise to let you fuck me after...just to prove that you can. I think it would look really sexy on you." he pressed. Just the idea of Rick even letting him do that, and willingly, it was turning him on. There were so many things he wanted to do with Rick's body that his crazy mind could only come up with.

"You have other ideas probably, right? Because you are so damn insane?", he asked bluntly, wondering if it was really true or if his mind was getting crazy as well.

"You read my mind...but, I definitely won't try all of them. Well...I'm pretty sure you'd castrate me if I tried some of the things running through my head." Vincent replied before chuckling softly.

"So... what are idead inside your head? Tell me them all..", he said simply, wondering if the other male would actually do that.
Rick wasn't sure.. but there was a bit of emotional connection so he asked himself it that was enough for the vampire to stop from more insane ideas. Making them real he was sure he would loose some limbs and some other things.

Vincent craved that emotional connection, but he also had an urge to see Rick being compliant with some of his urges. He didn't know why. He didn't think he was going crazy again. He did promise not to do anything too crazy, but Rick was asking him of all the things running through his head at the moment.

"I want to pierce your lip...your other nipple...maybe your navel. I want to split the head of your cock. I also want to leave a tattoo...a scar...or anything." Vincent replied softly.

Rick rised his eyebrows and wanted to say other male that he is crazy... but then he felt excitement rising in him thinking of the needle going through his body once again. That was really insane but he realised he actually liked those ideas.
"And what make you think I will be alright with those ideas?", he asked simply, licking his lips.

"Because I know you liked the needle going through." Vincent replied, cleaning in to lick Rick's lips as well. "I remember how hard you got...how you trembled."

Rick gulped and didn't say anything to that.. though he shuddered when he remembered how it felt. Damn vampire. Not sure what to say he remined silent, not looking at other male for now. He also wasn't sure what he thought about all of it.. All what he felt was making him quite confused.

Vincent continued massaging Rick's ass before he gently spanked Rick's right ass cheek. "Look at me, baby." he softly growled, not liking that he couldn't see Rick's expressions with his head trend like that.

Rick flinched and then glared at Vincent when he was slapped. Not really thinking much he done the same thing to the other male.
"Stop ordering me around", he said quietly.

Vincent rubbed the ass cheek he had slapped out if apology and he nuzzled his nose against Rick's gently. "Don't turn your head away from me...please...I like seeing your expressions." he said softly. "I need to see it all. Every expression you make, because if I can't see how you feel, I don't know what works and what doesn't."

"Well.. I guess it's fair enough..", he sighed, shrugging and then added, being his blunt self. "And I don't know what to think about doing all those things you mentioned. I'm quite confused right now.. and I'm not a fan of feeling like that.."

Vincent blinked at what Rick said. "Confused? Confused about what?" he asked softly as he started rubbing one of Rick's hips, not really in a sexual way but more of an affectionate way. The minute he heard confused, he became a little worried. He didn't know why it made him so concerned, it wasn't like Rick was completely rejecting him.

"About what I feel about all those things", he said with a small sigh. "My body reacts in a way that surprises me greatly."

"To be honest...it's scary the first few times around when you find out you like these things. Sometimes, you don't want your body to react that way or this way, but it does anyway. It's not you that gets to decide what gets you up." Vincent said softly. "Sometimes, you just go with what your body tells you."

"Well.. yes.. though it's still quite embarrassing", sighed and then added, shrugging. "Fine, let's do one of the things you mentioned. The tattoo. I don't mind having one as far as it is not your name or something like 'whore' or 'slut'."

"How about I just put my name...right here?" Vincent said pausing to think as he looked at Rick's body for a moment, then showing Rick where he wanted to put it by rubbing his finger lightly across Rick's stomach.

"No fuckin' way", he said, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you mad? Okay.. who am I even asking..?"
Rolling his eyes he sighed.

Vincent reached up and he moved some hair out of Rick's face. "I just want to be sure that when and if you leave, that you won't have anyone else trying to...you know." he said softly. That was something that was bothering him. He couldn't follow Rick around, especially during the day when the sun was out. No amount of blood could give him that much immunity to sunlight. He suddenly felt paranoid about what Rick would do if he left.