Andrei growled when Leon had him in his hold, his blood slowly reaching the boiling point. It was little use, though: he was trapped. If Andrei wanted to get free, he'd have to dislocate his own fucking arm to free himself. Not that Andrei couldn't, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. Especially because with vampires, every time you popped didn't make it easier to do so. They healed.
The growl died away when Leon spoke to him. Conflicting emotions arose again, one welcoming that feeling of belonging, the other repelling against it. Andrei had been hurt too much. But then Leon went one step further, proclaiming that it also worked the other way. Kissing him, softly. Tenderly.
No chance of running. No chance of fighting. So what was he left with. Andrei surged up, his head turning towards Leon's, his fangs out. He didn't bite, though. His mouth open, he kissed Leon.