[There was a war going on in Blaine's head, in his chest, in his groin. He knew he should let Matt go because it was dangerous; he knew he was going to miss the companionship; and he knew he was going to sorely miss the sex.

Matt turned and fled towards the door and Blaine watched him with eyes as intent as a cat watching an unsuspecting mouse scurrying across the floorboards.

He didn't think about it. He definitely couldn't have thought about it or else he wouldn't have moved and let Matt go. No, it was totally impulse and instinct that propelled him forward, hand extended to catch the door as it started to open and push it shut again. He leaned against it so he would be facing Matthew from the side and reached up with his free hand, catching the back of the vampire's neck and pulling him against him. If all else failed, he'd press himself up against Matthew. It didn't matter how it happened as long as his lips were on the shorter man's and his tongue was questing to push past cool lips.]