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It's Not a Software Glitch

Sometimes the crew of the Chimaera figured that high command sent them on missions to the Unknown Region just so they didn't have to acknowledge the alien Grand Admiral for a while. Thrawn just took such assignments in stride. Scouts had reported the discovery of a backwater planet near the Unknown Region, and their reports sounded rather strange. A world host to many different native sapient races, able to do strange things that science couldn't explain, which hadn't become space-faring or even technologically caught up to most of the galaxy.

Thrawn was to send a camera crew down to film the planet, both as intel and as potential propaganda material. 'See what these people are going through and how nice would it be if the Empire helped them?' and all that. Thus the Chimaera had taken residence over a large city, later identified as Baldur's Gate, much to the citizens' horror and awe. Apparently their world was no stranger to invaders from another realm.

It was during one of these filming sessions that the crew ran into a rather odd glitch. They filmed a small group of seven people, but only six were showing up on the camera. They could see the man with their own eyes, he was right there, and yet no matter what, he just wasn't showing up on camera. Immediately the group had gone to the tavern where they were staying and reported this to Thrawn. The only explanation was that it was a software glitch, unlike anything they'd seen before. That explanation didn't satisfy Thrawn.

Curiosity immediately piqued, Thrawn asked for a description of the man and the location of where they'd captured the footage, and off he went. He had a pair of Death Troopers, in civilian clothes, nearby just in case, and Thrawn himself wore a hood and sunglasses, which did little to hide his alien features.

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"I'm certain that we can get you well-informed by that time." If he had to, he might even have Eli show Astarion a thing or two. The man was more savvy than Thrawn when it came to these things, and without him, Thrawn wouldn't have made it to Admiral as quickly as he did.

"Fear not, wooden stakes are only used by gardeners in most worlds." He pulled out his commlink. "We're ready for you, doctor."

A few minutes later, the woman from downstairs entered the room, setting down her bag and putting on gloves. She got out a few tools, and her datapad, before approaching Astarion. "Hold still, please."

Thrawn stood by and watched as the doctor lifted the corner of Astarion's lip to look at his left fang, and then did the same to the right fang, taking notes on her datapad. She then coaxed his mouth open to gaze at his other teeth, followed by taking a swab of his cheek for DNA cataloguing. Taking a sample of saliva from Astarion, she put it through a handheld scanner and looked at the results on her datapad.

"Interesting. His saliva has an anticoagulant," She said. "And some kind of numbing agent."

"Fascinating," Thrawn stated, hand going to his chin.

The doctor then brought out a small plastic device, with a hole big enough for a finger. "I'd like to take a blood sample," She said to Astarion.

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Astarion watched the doctor with interest as she entered, curious about the tools and the strange slate that seemed like a common tool where they were from if Thrawn also having one was anything to go by.

He held still as was asked of him and opened his mouth when she coaxed him to do so. It was the first time in his very long life that someone was interested in his spit of all things, but he supposed that all things were of interest when their worlds apparently did not have vampires like himself.

Astarion's gaze through all of it was on her, of course, his gaze somewhat intense- though that was typical for most vampires, really.

He finally glanced away when she brought out the small device, tilting his head.

"I don't think you'll be able to get a sample of my blood with that, darling."

He slipped a knife out from his sleeve- handling it in a most unthreatening way so that it wouldn't be interpreted as an attack- and ran the knife over his palm. Blood did well up and pour from the wound but it was more akin to the way liquid might leak from a container as compared to blood seeping from the wounds of a living creature. It looked unnatural. Wrong, almost.

He set the knife down, and then wiped a finger across where he'd cut himself to better show that the cut itself had already closed- leaving a thin pale line across his palm that was quickly fading too.

"See?"

The doctor tensed slightly when he brought out the knife, though quickly relaxed as he took a non-threatening stance with it, and both she and Thrawn watched curiously as Astarion slit his own palm, watching the blood.

"Interesting," Thrawn mused, hand still on his chin, as he often did when thinking.

So, vampires had a rapid healing factor, but their blood didn't behave the way a living being's did. That lined up with Thrawn's research about vampires being part of the living dead. That Astarion still got erections, perhaps it had something to do with their biology, having a sort of faux-circulatory system so that they could seduce targets. Or it had something to do with the magic that seemed to exist within every living thing on this world.

"I'm going to want to do a more in-depth exam later, in my lab," The doctor stated. "For now, perhaps you could... pour some blood into this?" She held out a small vial, holding it beneath Astarion's hand.

"So long as it doesn't end in me getting hurt, you can examine me as closely as you'd like," Astarion said, that tone of his bordering on sultry- further reinforced by the slight smile on his face.

Bringing the knife back to his hand, he pressed it down against his skin hard enough to break it so that he would start bleeding again and held his hand in a way that would make the blood pour into the vial- pulling the knife away once the vial was suitably filled so the small wound could close back up.

Setting the knife down, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket so that he could clean off the blood- though he'd need soap and water to do so properly. It was still better than just leaving his hand wet and sticky with it though.

Despite her attempts to remain professional, the doctor blushed slightly, which Thrawn noticed when her face lit up. Thrawn had even seen it when Astarion passed Pik and Waffle, despite the two being well-trained Death Troopers. Thrawn wondered if it was a side-effect of vampirism that made him so attractive to everyone, or if it was just Astarion himself being that charming. Not that Thrawn could talk, since he'd succumbed to the man's charms.

Scanning the blood with another device, and looking at the results on her datapad, the doctor got a very confused look on her face.

"Um, I'm not sure how to say this but..." The doctor showed the datapad to Thrawn. "This is showing me readings from multiple blood sources." Sure enough, it showed blood types from all over the spectrum, and brought up a few 'species not found' errors. "It's also reading... animal blood."

"Fascinating," Thrawn stated, looking at Astarion.

"I have mostly been feeding on animals as of late," Astarion mused, though he had lucked out and found himself a few criminals to feed on. Without any willing food sources- definitely one of the bigger downsides to being on his own- he'd resorted to picking from the sort of people no one would miss.

"The blood of thinking creatures is tastier, but people don't usually volunteer to be bitten by vampires."

Astarion supposed he technically had, but his options had been either eternity or bleed to death on the street. He was only a spawn though. The only people volunteering for him were the foolishly kind or entirely foolish. And they'd all went their separate ways in the aftermath of dealing with the brain.

He said nothing of the sort of course.

"That may be what that mysterious little slate is picking up on."

Astarion himself wasn't entirely sure, of course. But given how he'd been turned and also the fact that he'd lost several bodies worth of blood over the course of his unlife, he'd be surprised if the blood in his veins was all his own, he supposed.

"I could write a whole article about the implications of this," The doctor said. "Don't worry, doctor-patient confidentiality, plus the admiral here swore me to secrecy."

"Thank you, doctor," Thrawn said. "You may go. I will have Waffle escort you back to the shuttle." The doctor packed up her things, nodded at both of them, and went back downstairs, as Thrawn got out his commlink and gave orders to Waffle.

"You wanted to bite me when we were having sex," Thrawn stated, once he put his commlink away and was sure the doctor was out of earshot. "I could tell. You only held off so as not to give yourself away."

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Astarion gave a playful little wave to the doctor as she left, and even that seemed almost casually flirtatious.

His attention returned more fully to Thrawn once the doctor had gone, and he shrugged a shoulder, "I did. But I didn't. Even when you told me to bite you."

It was difficult to describe the type of self-control it had taken to not bury his fangs in Thrawn's neck then and there. Sex usually meant a racing pulse and a rush of blood. But he did have self-control. Both because he hadn't wanted to give himself away and possibly have gotten something sharp and pointy rammed through his chest and because he was more than his hunger.

"I've recently been told that it's rude to make a meal out of someone without asking first. Lucky you."

Admittedly he conveniently ignored that when feeding on criminals now, but there had been a brief and blissful period where he could feed without worry. Where he had been invited to do so.

"I saw your fangs, and I admit that I was curious as to what they felt like. I also noticed your neck scars, and assumed that someone with similar teeth must have done that to you. Though, as I did not know of vampires, I did not grasp the full implication of those scars, nor did I truly know what I was asking for."

In that regard, perhaps it was a good thing that Astarion had refrained from giving in to Thrawn's demand at the time. He hadn't been prepared to walk away from that encounter with less blood.

"Would you be surprised to hear that I am still curious as to what it would feel like if you bit me?"

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"How very good then that you got the most well-behaved vampire in all the realms."

Astarion chose not to comment on the fact that someone with similar teeth had to have done it to him. Thrawn knew now that he was a vampire, and so Astarion didn't see the need to drag his past up to be displayed. A vampire had bitten Astarion. Turned him. Said vampire's name didn't need to be mentioned now- especially considering the man was well and truly dead.

His brows did go up ever so slightly, "Really?"

He tilted his head, considering. Tried his best to not look entirely too interested even if he couldn't help but flick his gaze briefly down to the other man's neck. Even with the distance between them he could hear the rush of blood through veins. Could smell how alien it was. He did wonder what it would taste like, given that different kinds of blood had their own distinctive flavor.

"I am a little surprised, I admit. Though not as much as I might have been had you and the doctor not been fascinated with my spit of all things."

"A creature's spit can say much," Thrawn pointed out. "Some beings have venom in their saliva, or hallucinogenics. The reading of your spit shows that your body contains a protein that keeps blood from clotting, presumably for easier drinking."

There was also the numbing agent, which implied that vampires could stealthily bite their victims. Or that they could make their bites hurt less for someone willing, and thus encourage the person to let the vampire bite them again.

"You prefer the blood of thinking creatures, and I would like to find a solution that would please you. That includes offering up myself, because a leader shouldn't make their subordinates do anything they themselves are not willing to."

"I can't say I've ever thought about it," Astarion said, since to him, that was just how things worked. He had a vague sort of sense that blood tended to flow more easily than it should when he got his fangs into a lovely neck of some sort, but he'd never really had the opportunity nor even really the desire to find out why that was.

Sort of in the same way that the upper class didn't bother to know how their food got to their tables just so long as it did.

"Shall we then?" He asked, gesturing to the spot next to himself- inviting Thrawn to sit down. If he was offering, then Astarion certainly wasn't going to say no. Especially since coming here with Thrawn had taken time out of the night that he could have spent hunting for prey.

"Yes, let's," Thrawn sat down next to Astarion, already undoing the clasps of the drow armor he wore. The gloves came off first, and then Thrawn removed the chest plate of his armor. The drow had such an interesting make and design for their armor, though this had been slightly modified for easier removal.

Setting the gloves and chest plate aside, Thrawn was down to the high-collared under-armor that typically came with armor such as this. Already, he was removing the garment, opening it up just enough to expose his neck.

Tilting his head to the side, he closed his eyes. "You may bite when ready."

"I was going to ask if you'd prefer if I drank from your wrist instead, but very well," Astarion said, gaze bright and intent on that neck as Thrawn exposed it to him. As he had seen fit to seat himself on the bed in the room and the mattress itself was in good condition, he first moved to push the other man down on it, moving over him- holding himself up for the time being.

"It's easy to get lightheaded, so better if you're a bit more comfortable," He said, his tone light and playful, since the last thing that they wanted was for the other man to get more familiar with the floor should the dizziness really get to him.

Bringing a hand up he made him tilt his head just-so to get a good angle before leaning down to sink his teeth into his neck- breaking the skin and letting out a soft breath through his nose as blood filled his mouth. A familiar yet unfamiliar taste of rich and full-bodied red.

He drank slowly- suckling at his neck and keeping a hand beneath the other man's chin to keep his head tilted- and the way he held himself over him made it easy for the alien to push him back should he need to.

Had it been only weeks ago, Astarion might have lost control. But he was much between about keeping his cool when feeding now.

"My research told me that vampires typically bite on the neck. I figured that was your preference as well." He had bacta spray and patches in his satchel, in case he was attacked on the street. Or in case this very thing happened.

He allowed Astarion to maneuver him as he pleased, willingly submitting to him. "I am familiar with blood loss, but thank you for the warning." He'd been in his share of battles, and he hadn't always come out unscathed.

A soft gasp emitted from his lips as Astarion bit down, his teeth feeling like shards of ice. Such an interesting sensation. Then the numbness came, and Thrawn closed his eyes, getting the sudden urge to lean into the bite. He wanted to pull Astarion close, let him drink to his heart's content.

The rational part of his mind won out, and he gently pushed Astarion away as he began to feel a little dizzy.

The rush of blood. The sound of that gasp. The shift of Thrawn's body beneath his own. It was ever so lovely. And had it been his first time drinking the blood of thinking creatures he may have struggled to stop. But as it was, he willingly pulled his teeth out as Thrawn pushed him back, parting with a swipe of his tongue over the puncture marks, though they were still bleeding a bit when he sat back fully to allow the other man to sit back up.

A thin line of blood had spilled from the corner of Astarion's lips, though he was quick to wipe that away with a thumb so that he could lick it off. Not wanting to waste even a single drop.

A bit of a messy eater, it would seem.

"Perhaps you should call on one of those darling bodyguards of yours to fetch you something to drink."

"A sound idea." Thrawn took his commlink and said into it. "Pik, would you bring me a nutrient beverage?" The Death Trooper gave an affirmative and ended the call.

As Astarion warned, Thrawn was feeling lightheaded now. He wouldn't trust himself to go into battle in this state, or even lead a battle from the bridge. Lazily reaching for his satchel, he dug around until he found the bacta spray.

"That was an interesting experience," He mused, giving his neck a spray. Already the pain began to fade, and the bite wounds would heal quickly.

Pik entered the room, carrying a plastic bottle full of clear blue liquid, which he handed to his primary. Thrawn thanked him and took a swig as Pik went back to his post.

The look and smell were quite different, but the strange spray did appear to be some sort of potion. Had Thrawn not had it, Astarion likely would have pointed him to somewhere to buy one in the morning. It wouldn't help with blood loss, but it would have ensured that the wounds healed.

How good that he wouldn't need to.

The clear blue liquid looked rather like a potion though. But the scent of it was unfamiliar. He gave a cheerful little wave to the bodyguard as he left, happy to keep playing his sociability up to appear likeable.

"'Interesting' is an odd way of saying that you liked it."

He could tell. Could tell that he had wanted to lean into it.

"I am not one to give baseless compliments," Thrawn stated, taking another swig of his drink. He still felt a little dizzy, but the electrolytes in the beverage helped. If he had to, he'd rest here for the night.

"But yes, I did enjoy it. Perhaps there is something in your spit that makes the bite feel pleasurable after the numbness sets in." Because of course Thrawn looked at it from a logical standpoint first. In his mind, it made a sort of sense, because a vampire would want a victim to not struggle, and they wouldn't struggle if they enjoyed it.

"Or perhaps you have simply helped me discover a part of myself I didn't know existed." Thrawn had been bitten during sex before, but never like that.

"If there was, wouldn't your adorable little doctor have noticed?" Astarion asked, tilting his head. It seemed like she would have, given that she'd found those two other things in his saliva that Astarion himself hadn't been aware of other than in sort of a vague way- knowing that he could feed easily more so than knowing exactly how it worked.

"I'd say that I simply brought a hidden desire to offer your neck to the forefront."

There was a slightly flirtatious- seductive, almost- lilt to that voice of his, though he stayed where he was. Relaxed and leaning back, rather than leaning forward or being too suggestive. Happy to tease, but still letting the other man recover from having blood drained from him.

It hadn't been entirely filling, but there was certainly an air about him that suggested that he was sated in a way.

"Perhaps," It was also possible that side effect simply hadn't shown up on the reading. Still, Astarion did have a point. The scan should have picked it up, just as it had the numbing agent and anticoagulant.

He regarded Astarion, picking up on the flirtations. "Perhaps I will offer it again in the future, if you are to be my ambassador. And if we continue to sleep together." Another sip of his drink, and then, "Of course, there will be days when I must be at my best and cannot offer you my neck. When I must lead a battle, for example."

"Oh, I'm more than capable of feeding myself on those days where my meal doesn't show up on my doorstep."

Astarion had no doubt that he would be able to do that elsewhere too. Any civilized world was likely to have a seedy underbelly full of people who'd never be missed if they were pulled off the street, after all. And he could also sate himself with animals.

"Humanoid blood may be a fine vintage, but I can make merry with animal blood all the same."

He definitely had a preference for the blood of thinking creatures now that the option was there for him, but animal blood was sufficient for those days when his hunts ended in failures, "Speaking of, much as I appreciated that taste- you're quite a treat, truly- we should probably postpone any further conversation until tomorrow past sundown. I would like to find something more filling before sunrise."

Given that his hunting ground was quite a ways away from where he was staying to avoid arousing any suspicions from the regulars who knew him, Astarion knew he would need time to hunt and then make his way back and he hadn't exactly planned to spend this time with Thrawn.

"As you wish," Thrawn couldn't help the small swell of pride as Astarion complimented how he tasted. Even if the vampire was just trying to get on his good side, he had seemed to genuinely enjoy drinking from Thrawn and had that blissful look after Thrawn cut him off. Perhaps it was because his blood was alien and exotic, or because Thrawn took care of himself. Either way, it was nice to know that his blood hadn't repulsed the man.

"In the meantime, think about my offer. Take time to get your affairs in order if you plan to accept," He began putting his armor back on and looked into a nearby mirror to make sure his fake ears were still on straight.

"We can meet again tomorrow evening in the Elfsong, if you'd like."

It really was the most convenient place to meet up. Especially considering that Astarion was currently living hidden beneath it.

"I have precious few affairs to get in order though, so that shouldn't take long."

All he needed to do if he ended up leaving with Thrawn was gather his possessions and all of those were in the hideout already. And much as he might want to say goodbye to the few friends he had in the world, they had all more or less scattered to the winds by now, with the exception of only a few of them.

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to leave a life lived only at night behind."

When most people were all snug in their beds, safely away from an undead's nighttime prowling. His life hadn't lent itself to connections before the tadpole, and now that it and Cazador both were gone... It still mostly didn't.

"Very well. I will meet you in the Elfsong after sundown," Thrawn agreed, adjusting his gloves and then making sure that he had his supplies in his satchel. He touched the spot on his neck where Astarion had bit him, already noticing that the skin was starting to heal from the bacta.

Approaching Astarion, Thrawn took his chin in hand and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. "I will leave you to your hunt. Do try to stay safe in the meantime." Tilting his head at Astarion, Thrawn left the room and then the house with Pik in tow.

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