I don't know, I always thought having them shag on top of a pile of gold stolen from the Sultan was a bit over the top. I do remember the Octopus's Garden one fondly...
Neither of them needed to breathe, but they still gasped as they broke through the surface of the water. Gabriel reached for the rope to pull himself up to the top of the cliff, but Vlad reached for him instead, and it felt more natural than breathing and paina nd prayer to kiss him, with hunger and heat and all the memories that bridged the chasm between them. Vlad’s fang cut a gash in Gabriel’s tongue, and the way Vlad mewled when he tasted the blood made Gabriel long to tear off their soaked clothing then and there.
They broke away, gasping once again. Vlad’s eyes shone blue with vampiric fire.
“Let’s get out of here, Gabriel,” he said. He looked down into the water, where slithering shadows still swirled. “I prefer your advances to those of the octopus.”
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Neither of them needed to breathe, but they still gasped as they broke through the surface of the water. Gabriel reached for the rope to pull himself up to the top of the cliff, but Vlad reached for him instead, and it felt more natural than breathing and paina nd prayer to kiss him, with hunger and heat and all the memories that bridged the chasm between them. Vlad’s fang cut a gash in Gabriel’s tongue, and the way Vlad mewled when he tasted the blood made Gabriel long to tear off their soaked clothing then and there.
They broke away, gasping once again. Vlad’s eyes shone blue with vampiric fire.
“Let’s get out of here, Gabriel,” he said. He looked down into the water, where slithering shadows still swirled. “I prefer your advances to those of the octopus.”