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They don’t speak all the way home.
Viago’s wrist is still in Anton’s firm grip, with Anton too afraid to let go. It’s illogical, he knows it is, but the wolf is prowling, hackles raised and snarling at the front of Anton’s mind, certain that something bad will happen to his mate if he looks away for even a moment.
Anton remains quiet not because he wants to; there is a cacophony of words rattling around in his skull, some regretful, some upset. The majority of them are angry, spiteful, words that Anton would like to spit at Brett’s feet before reacquainting his fist with Brett’s jaw. Anton doesn’t speak because the silence is the only thing holding him together, and he’s scared that if he lets go even for a second he might shake apart completely.
This is on him, all of it.
Anton invited the Napier wolves into his den, and even when the wolf warned him instantly that something wasn’t right, Anton had been either too proud, or too stupid, to listen. And now his mate is covered in another alpha’s blood, has had to fight off the advances time and time again because Anton doesn’t know when to fucking quit , would rather risk Viago and his pack than admit an idea is bad.
He doesn’t have the right to call himself an alpha, let alone someone worthy of being Viago’s mate.
The night is cold, overstimulating and prickling Anton’s skin further as he drags Viago along through the dark. Viago doesn’t speak either, and Anton thinks that’s fair. It’s what he deserves .
He’s fucked everythig up and, shit - he fucking knows it.
They make it back to Anton’s den, and Viago stands silently behind him whilst he unlocks the door. He steps inside, hears Viago follow him over the threshold. The door clicks shut, and Anton’s heart is racing in his chest, positively pounding as he thinks of all the ways he should be apologising right now.
“Anton-” Viago tries, low and quiet. Strained , even, in a way that Anton is too frantic to place.
He swerves on his heels, tries to bite back the growing sense of dread, the need to cry and howl as the wolf whimpers in his mind.
“I’m so sorry, Viago. Really, I just - shit - I can’t believe that happened. That I allowed it to happen.” It leaves him a breathless rush, the words scraping like glass across his raw throat.
Viago frowns, reaches a hand out for Anton which the alpha pushes away.
“Liebling, I am afraid I do not understand.”
Anton paces around the room, wound up and exhausted at the same time, feeling like he’s going to snap at any second, crumble into a thousand pieces and he can’t expect Viago to piece him back together again, because -
“It’s all my fault.” His voice breaks over the words, and Viago’s brows shoot up. “I invited the wolves into my territory, knowing it might not be safe for the vampires. And then the fucking alpha started sniffing around you, my mate , and I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. You deserve so much better, Vi, and I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, but I just-”
Viago listens, blinking with inhuman slowness, until his surprise twists into an expression of dissatisfaction.
“Anton, will you please shut up.”
Anton looks up sharply, mouth falling open and then shut just as fast as panic sets in, chills his blood and rots his bones. Viago takes a step towards him, and Anton takes an instinctive step back.
“You are the love of my very long life, Liebling, but you are not the first.” And well. Fuck, it’s not like Anton doesn’t know this. He’s not stupid, most of the time. He knows that Viago is old, and has loved many times before, but if Viago is about to compare, to point out all the ways Anton’s fucked up over this weekend -
Anton’s heart is already beating so fast it’s about to break clean in two. Viago takes another step forward, practically floating as he crowds into Anton’s space. Anton tries not to flinch from the touch, from the cool feel of Viago’s fingers tilting his chin up, but he doesn’t deserve Viago. He never has.
“I have been loved by lords, and kings, and princesses. I have seen my fair share of conflict in all of that, as well. And do you think, even for a moment, any of them jumped to protect me the way you did tonight?” Viago swipes his thumb along Anton’s bottom lip and pulls it down slightly. When their eyes meet, Viago looks hungry . Anton isn’t sure for what, exactly, but suddenly his heart is fluttering erratically for an entirely different reason. “Do you think any of them loved me as deeply, as irrevocably, as you do?”
Anton feels like he’s spinning out of control, the world tilting around him as his brain scrambles to process Viago’s words. The wolf stops whimpering in Anton’s mind, slowly coming to terms with the fact that his mate isn’t angry with him; that he’s still loved .
“I don’t - Vi -”
Viago raises one finger to Anton’s lips, and the alpha goes instantly quiet at the silent command. His other hand falls to Anton’s hips, fingers pushing in hard enough to bruise. Viago walks Anton a couple further steps backwards until his back hits the wall, the breath and sense knocked from him as he stares up into Viago’s impossibly beautiful eyes, blown entirely black with hunger.
“Do you think I loved them , Anton, as much as I love you?”
“Viago-” Anton whines, a high and pathetic sound which tears itself from the back of his throat. The touch of his mate, however fleeting and gentle, is incredibly soothing after everything that’s happened, and Anton isn’t strong enough to not lean into it.
“You have been so caught up in this alpha disagreement, little wolf, you have forgotten something very important. I belong to you, ja , that fact is undeniable.” Viago drops his mouth to Anton’s jaw, dragging his fangs dangerously across the skin there. “But you also belong to me .”
And then he bites .
Anton’s eyes roll back into his skull as the pinprick of pain and pleasure sets his blood molten, and he arches into the sensation, into Viago, panting out a moan as he feels his blood being drawn out in desperate gulps.
“Oh fuck .” Anton gasps out, his cock filling almost embarrassingly fast as Viago retracts his fangs, tongue darting out to catch stray droplets of blood as he tilts Anton’s head to the side and sinks his teeth in again. The blood flow is weaker at this angle, even Anton can feel that, but it doesn’t dampen the sensation any. His blood is on fire, screaming out for more, and Viago gives it to him, biting down the length of his neck, across his jaw, ripping open his shirt to press his fangs into every inch of skin he can reach.
Anton’s fingers thread through Viago’s hair, not pushing or pulling, just resting in silent encouragement. His blood feels like it’s on fire, cock painful in the confines of his jeans as Viago keeps drinking from him, making little hums of appreciation with every new bite.
“Absolutely divine.” Viago whispers against his collarbone, sucking it into his mouth and catching it just slightly with his teeth. Anton bucks into it, fingers finally tightening in Viago’s hair, and the vampire huffs a laugh against his skin.
“You have been so good to me, alpha.” Viago presses a kiss to Anton’s chest, lets his thumb flick against a nipple. Anton’s entire body lights up at the simple touch, and he whines into it. “And you want to be good for me some more, ja ?”
Anton’s nodding before he can even think , the wolf submitting easier than anything to Viago’s dark eyes, his insistent touch. The way he handles Anton so gently , like he’s something precious, something to be cherished, and adored. Even when his hands fall on Anton’s shoulders, gripping him tightly, his thumb rubs circles over Anton’s shirt. Even when he pushes at Anton’s shoulders, encourages him to drop to his knees, his gaze is soft and full of wonder.
Even when Anton’s fingers are trembling too hard to unbutton Viago’s trousers, Viago’s hands come down to cover his, gentling them out the way so he can pop each button.
Saliva floods Anton’s mouth at the sight, Viago’s fingers long and lithe and determined, and he can’t help but grab the vampire's wrist before he can pull away, licking a strip up his palm before suckling two digits into his mouth. Anton moans like he’s starving for it, and he is . It’s been too long since he’s had Viago this way, his nerves rattling in his body at the simple taste of Viago’s flesh on his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, the bite of the wooden floor on his knees an afterthought as he sucks Viago’s fingers in deeper, swirls his tongues around them and catches the pad of one on his fangs. Viago hisses at the slight pain but does nothing to pull away, threads his fingers into Anton’s hair to draw him closer. He strokes along the inside of Anton’s mouth, pressing down on Anton’s tongue until Anton has no choice but to let his jaw fall open, looking up through his lashes at Viago questioningly.
Anton’s cock twitches in his jeans at the sight, because Viago looks halfway wrecked already, mouth open and panting for air he doesn’t need, lips shining with spit and Anton’s blood. His eyes are glassy but focused, narrowing in on Anton’s lips as he parts them.
“You have something else to be doing with your mouth, little wolf.”
Anton’s nodding before his hands even fist in Viago’s trousers, and there’s an impatient growl rumbling in his chest when the fabric catches. Anton tugs, but Viago’s hand, still wet and sticky with spit, cups his cheek, soothes him.
“Slowly, Anton. Enjoy it.” He murmurs, and instantly Anton takes a deep breath, steadying himself. The fabric gives, and falls to the floor.
Viago isn’t wearing any underwear underneath, which isn’t uncommon but Anton’s never been more grateful than when his cock springs free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip already. He goes to dive in, mouth watering in anticipation, but Viago’s command echoes in his mind so Anton adjusts himself, sighing as his forehead rests against Viago’s thigh, breathing him in.
Logically, Anton knows it’s only been a couple of days he last had Viago this way, but it’s getting harder and harder to hold onto logic when he nuzzles into the soft skin of Viago’s thigh, watching as another bead of cum dribbles from the tip.
There’s something so special about the way Viago can take him apart like this, so thoroughly that it clears Anton’s mind and soothes him all the way down to his blood, his muscles, his bones. He’s going lax at Viago’s feet, prostrating at his altar as he rubs his lips along the vampire’s skin, not a kiss but a tender brush, an expression of feelings he can hardly name, let alone explain.
Everything is going hazy around the edges as Anton fights to remember why he was even upset in the first place, with the man he loves so good to him, finally alone and his after a weekend of -
The weekend.
Anton hones in on a drop of blood on Viago’s thigh, barely a smudge, but it doesn’t smell like Viago, or Anton. It smells like Brett.
He snaps back into his body hard, the wolf snarling at the thought of another alpha’s scent on his mate. Anton is latching onto the spot in a second, sinking his teeth in deep, laving his tongue over the offensive smell until the patch of skin is clean, smelling only of the two of them again. It pleases the wolf, calms it slightly, but Anton is still ravenous.
He leans down and bites the spot underneath for no other reason than he can, but it’s a much more sensitive spot for Viago; the vampire’s knees almost buckle under the pressure, and Anton’s hands fly to Viago’s hips to keep him steady.
“Stay.” He commands, and Viago swears something almost English-sounding under his breath.
Anton takes a shuddering breath and lets his mouth fall open, fingers digging into the meat of Viago’s hips as he sticks out his tongue and lets Viago’s cock rest on the flat of it. At the first contact they both moan, and the taste of Viago familiar and delicious and exactly what Anton needs to keep himself steady. He savours it for a moment, letting spit collect in his mouth before he closes his lips around the tip and slides down in one slow, lascivious movement.
It’s practised, the way Anton takes Viago apart with his mouth. It’s one of his favourite activities, really; after being strong and competent for the pack all day, sometimes Anton needs to come home and be good for his mate, let his thoughts dissipate into a cloudy space and feel nothing but Viago on his skin, inside him, surrounding him completely until all that’s left is this, the life they’ve built and the love they share. And the fact that Viago’s cock is obscenely pretty, uncut and the perfect width for Anton to feel the stretch without feeling intimidated, is a pretty fucking fantastic bonus too.
“Oh Anton . You are so good for me.” Viago’s head almost falls back to rest against the wall but he catches himself just in time, doubling over so he can make eye contact with Anton as he swallows inch after delicious inch into his throat. “ Shit .”
Anton hums at the praise, eyes rolling back as Viago’s cock twitches on his tongue at the vibrations, and pushes himself further, deeper, only stopping to take a deep breath through his nose when the tip of Viago’s cock nudges the back of his throat. He’s breathing through it, settling into it, when Viago reaches to cup underneath his chin, shuddering when he feels the bulge of himself there.
“That’s enough, darling.” Viago’s voice wavers, fangs catching on his lower lip as he prevents Anton from taking him any deeper. Anton makes a noise of protest in the back of his throat, drawing back until his lips are wrapped around just the tip, and Viago gasps, gripping his jaw tighter. “You cannot make me feel too good now. I want to cum on your knot, alpha.”
Honestly, Anton isn’t totally sure he doesn’t black out for a moment.
When his brain finally fizzles back into his body, Anton’s fingers are digging so hard into Viago’s thighs there’s beads of blood beneath his fingertips. Viago’s cock is buried all the way down his throat, and Anton’s swallowing around it desperately, a string of cum and saliva dripping from the corner of his stretched lips. Viago is whimpering above him, face scrunched up in pure bliss as his legs tremble with the urge to hold back. There are words on the tip of his tongue, choked-off and desperate, and each one sounds close to Anton’s name.
“Your mouth , Anton.” Viago gasps, fingers tightening in Anton’s hair, pulling at it until the pain sparks pleasure down Anton’s spine. “It is utterly sinful.”
Anton hums his agreement, bobbing his head until his lips meet the dark curly hairs nestled around Viago’s cock, over and over again, savouring the stretch and the taste and the sensation of simply being full .
The wolf has become a desperate, wanting creature inside Anton’s mind, and he gives over to is easier than usual, suckles at the vein which runs up the length of Viago, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin until Viago’s pleas descend into nothing but garbled moans, incoherent in their bliss.
He pulls almost all the way off, replacing his mouth with his hand, and runs the flat of his tongue over the leaking slit. Viago’s body seizes up, Anton watching through fluttering lashes as his body begins to tremble, mouth slack and eyes glassy as he thrusts his hips mindlessly into the wet heat of Anton’s mouth. Anton allows it once, twice, just enough for Viago to be on the verge of finishing-
And then he slips his hand to the base of Viago’s cock and squeezes .
The Vampire’s eyes fly wide open, and he arches from the wall, shaking and whining as his cock pulses obscenely in Anton’s grasp. It’s practically drooling down the length of itself, so close to cumming that Anton has to swallow down mouthfuls of saliva again. Only he gets to do this. Only he can make Viago feel this way. The thought alone has Anton suckling at the tip, just briefly, just enough to have tears springing to Viago’s eyes as he slides down the wall and clutches Anton’s shoulders with trembling fingers.
“What the - fuck .” Viago’s eyes are flitting between Anton’s as he laughs breathlessly, wild and frantic and wanting.
Anton drags him into a kiss, doesn’t waste a second before licking into Viago’s mouth, moaning at the taste of him. The feel of his tongue running along Anton’s is intoxicating, and Viago immediately kisses back like kissing Anton is the only thing he wants to spend his eternity doing.
They sit there for a moment, limbs wrapped around limbs, before Anton takes Viago’s jaw between thumb and forefinger and forces the vampire an inch back, so their eyes can meet but still their lips brush with each word spoken.
“Said it yourself, mate.” Anton lets his canines catch on Viago’s bottom lip, grinning wolfishly when the vampire shudders into the pain. “Won’t cum without my knot.”
The words are barely out before Anton is being dragged to his feet in a blur of motion, and when he blinks again they’re stood in his living room, Viago’s back pressed against the settee as he pulls Anton’s shirt desperately from his body.
“I need you now , Anton. Please, I cannot wait a moment more, just fuck me, please-”
Anton growls, a low, primal sound as his voice splits with the wolf.
“Bend over.”
Viago shivers at the clear command, and the wolf preens at how easily their mate obeys, how obviously Viago wants them. Anton’s shirt falls to the floor, entirely forgotten, and Viago lets his eyes roam over Anton’s broad chest in a very obvious display of desire, lip caught between fangs as he hums his appreciation, before he hurriedly removes his shirt and turns, spreading his legs as far as they can go.
Anton is quick to unlace his boots, remove his socks and trousers, and even quicker in grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer of his bookcase (if he’s learnt anything from his relationship with Viago, it’s the importance of lube in every room).
When Anton turns back around, he freezes, lube almost falling through his fingers.
Viago has his body draped over the front of the couch, arms behind his back as he spreads his cheeks and fucking presents for Anton like the gorgeous, maddening, wonderful mate that he is. His hole is already clenching around nothing, the muscles puckering as Anton watches, breath knocked from his lungs. He shakes his head, tries to gain some semblance of sense back into his skull, and strides forward to place his hands on Viago’s cheeks, spreading him even wider.
“Fuck… look at you.” Anton growls, can’t really do anything but when Viago is trembling under his grip, on the verge of begging for it again. As if Anton has ever been strong enough to deny him anything.
“ Anton .” Viago’s voice is thin, reedy, and he turns to look at Anton over his shoulder with wet, beautiful eyes.
It’s the way he’s so willing to give , a vampire on the Supreme Vampiric Council, older than Anton can even comprehend, trembling and whining for Anton’s touch. He’s so fucking beautiful , and demanding, and Anton loves him. That’s just it, all there is. He meets Viago’s eyes, slides his fingers between his cheeks until his thumb catches on Viago’s hole, and watches as Viago’s pupils dilate in real time.
“I love you, little wolf.” He murmurs, like it’s a fragile secret and not the loudest truth of all.
Anton sighs against Viago’s back, ruts against his thigh, and slips a finger inside his hole.
It enters far too easily, and the responding I love you, too is torn straight from Anton’s throat and replaced with a questioning grunt. There’s a slickness to Viago, his hole practically dripping as Anton coaxes the wetness to the rim with easy pumps of his finger. On a guess, Anton gently presses in a second digit, and Viago’s legs immediately buckle when Anton curls them down so he hits Viago just right inside.
“Viago..?” It leaves Anton breathless, a wondrous lilt to his already besotted tone as his fingers fuck into Viago like they were made to be there.
“I - ah! - I may have enjoyed myself before coming to your house this evening.” Viago cants his hips back with an indignant keen when Anton’s movements slow.
The image slams into Anton; Viago, with his fancy shirt rucked up around his chest, pretty, dark nipples exposed as he hikes his hips high from the bed. His head is turned, fangs bared as he whines Anton’s name, begs for a knot as he fucks himself on three fingers. Anton pictures Viago’s face in the throes of pleasure, eyes screwed shut, mouth gaping as he fights for breath his body has long since denied the need for, and when the delicate flutter of his lashes forces his eyes to open, they roll back in his skull as he cums all over his stomach, Anton’s name hot and wet on his parted lips.
Anton shudders out a broken moan and drops to his knees.
He retracts his fingers and fills Viago with his tongue in one smooth motion, not giving Viago time to complain at being empty before he’s lapping at his hole, suckling at the rim. The taste of lube isn’t pleasant, but it’s easy to ignore with the subtle cut of Viago’s skin underneath, the soap he uses and the cum Anton’s spread from his cock to his hole. It’s base, animalistic, a need to claim and devour as Viago grinds filthily back against Anton’s devoted tongue, pleas falling from his lips like prayers with each new gasp and sob.
“ Ja , yes, do not stop.” Viago quivers against Anton, practically snaps his spine in two when Anton laves his tongue along Viago’s taint and pushes into his hole with three, spit-soaked fingers.
He can tell Viago is growing close again, can feel the tension building, on the verge of snapping under Anton’s deft attention. He bites into the meat of Viago’s arse, feels the skin break and tastes the sticky tang of blood which is just a little too thick, obviously inhuman. At the same time, he reaches around and takes Viago’s cock in a firm grip at the base, not retracting his bite even as the vampire spasms underneath him, release denied once again.
“Not yet.” It’s all Anton can manage when his bite finally gives, and Viago shakes his head, groaning low in his throat.
“Anton…” He rasps, going entirely rigid before falling pliant.
“I’ve got you, mate.” Anton soothes, rising to his feet and spreading Viago’s legs that little bit further so he can settle between them. “Gonna knot you.”
Viago makes an obscene noise at the back of his throat, head dropping low as he nods.
“ Bitte , hündchen. Hurry, please.”
Anton swears under his breath, shivering at how hoarse Viago’s voice sounds, fucked out and wrecked and Anton hasn’t even filled him properly yet.
He lubes up his cock and tosses the bottle somewhere unimportant, lining himself up with Viago with one hand as the other settles on Viago’s hip, holding him steady.
Viago is already whimpering at the brush of Anton’s cock against his stretched hole, rocking back on his heel as though he’s trying to get himself fucked full quicker, and the thought of him being so needy for it has a growl rumbling through Anton’s chest before he can stop it. The tip of his cock catches, and Viago throws his head back, lets it loll on his shoulders as he goes completely slack. It’s an easy glide after that, with Anton rolling his hips in slow movements, filling Viago inch by inch until their bodies are pressed flush together.
“Oh fuck , Vi.”
Anton’s already panting, adjusting to the tight, wet heat of Viago after a few days without it. It’s the greatest bliss and the worst torture, being deep inside his mate and holding himself back from moving, and every time Viago clenches around him, Anton hisses. Both of his hands fall to Viago’s hips, and he pulls out slightly just to push back in, testing how ready Viago feels.
“Oh yes , ja Anton, please .” Viago’s voice trembles as he works himself back. Then he’s turning, making eye contact with Anton with his brow pulled down, blood dripping over his chin from how hard he’s biting his lip. “I need your knot, alpha.”
The final thread of Anton’s self-restraint snaps, and he pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the tip, before he’s slamming back in, knocking Viago forward with the force of his hips.
Viago falls into the coach, clinging to the cushions from behind as he steadies himself and takes everything Anton gives him.
“So good for me.” Anton groans, covering Viago’s back with his chest so he can sink his teeth into Viago’s shoulder, hard enough to break skin.
Everything is heightened like this. The sound of skin slapping skin, Viago’s soft cries and Anton’s heavy breathing all ringing in his ears as the wolf gets closer and closer to the surface. Anton won’t last long, not when there’s already hair sprouting over his arms and elbows, the tingling sensation at the base of his cock which threatens a knot about to inflate. And the way Viago feels , pliant and begging for it beneath him, pretty little moans of yes and bitte falling from his lips as he takes Anton’s cock like he was made for it.
The slide is perfect, slick and messy and causes just the right amount of friction as Anton pounds into Viago from behind. He’s frantic with it, dragging Viago back on his cock with every thrust in, going harder, deeper, as Viago practically wails into the settee below, nails tearing the fabric as he writhes in wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fucking look at you, so good. Perfect mate.”
Viago isn’t capable of anything other than a whine in response, pushing his hips back to meet Anton with a force that would bruise a normal human. Anton reaches down between them, to the place where they’re joined, and spreads Viago’s cheeks with his hands, brushing his thumb along the rim of Viago’s stretched and puffy hole. It’s so wet with cum and lube, it doesn’t take much pressure to slip his thumb inside, feeling the glide of his own cock against the warm, velvet walls of Viago’s hole.
Anton feels his knot inflating, can sense the added resistance every time he fucks all the way in. He slips his thumb inside, preparing Viago for the additional stretch, and the vampire grinds back filthily with a noise caught between a sob and a moan.
“Yes, bitte - bitte , Anton I want -”
Anton growls and pushes the beginning of his knot inside, thumb still dragging around Viago’s rim.
One of Viago’s arms flies back, hand circling Anton’s wrist in a vice like grip as his body goes rigid.
“Wait, Liebling. I need - ah ! - I need to see you when you fill me up.” He groans, looking over his shoulder at Anton with wide, wet eyes, fluttering his lashes in a way which would almost be demure, if Anton couldn’t feel Viago’s hole fluttering around the start of his knot.
“Shit, yes .” Anton groans, screwing his eyes shut as his knot tugs at Viago’s rim when he pulls out. The vampire whimpers for only a second before he’s turning and claiming Anton’s mouth in a possessive kiss.
The brush of his cool tongue is as addicting as it is maddening, and Anton immediately draws Viago in closer, tight against his body, grunting as Viago’s cock, flushed purple and leaking obscenely after being denied, pushes up against his own.
Viago walks him backwards, around the settee, taking Anton’s bottom lip between his teeth and biting hard enough to draw blood. The pain causes little fireworks of arousal to dance over Anton’s skin, his body positively thrumming with it as Viago suckles on his lip, lapping at his blood and humming low in his throat as he takes .
The second after he pushes Anton onto the couch, Viago descends, lithe limbs framing Anton’s stocky thighs, ass already grinding against Anton’s cock like any second Viago’s not being filled is a torture he’s unwilling to bear.
“Knot me, alpha.” Viago mutters against Anton’s lips, before sliding himself back onto his cock in one easy, well practised motion.
Viago doesn’t take his time now, hungrier for it than Anton’s maybe ever seen him. He slams his body down with force, taking Anton’s knot every single time as it expands just a little with each thrust.
His arms are wrapped tight around Anton’s neck, lips and fangs catching in a wet drag along Anton’s neck. The sensation is almost too much, the clenching of his hole and the pressure of his teeth and the little breathy whines of Anton’s name spoken directly into Anton’s ear.
“Gonna fill you up, Vi. Breed you. Perfect mate.” The wolf is so close to the surface now, it steals Anton’s words along with his sense as he fucks up into Viago like he really will breed him with this. Viago arches into Anton at the words, face scrunching up in pleasure as he nods frantically, as beyond words as Anton feels at finally getting to have this .
Anton feels like he’s shaking apart from the inside out, like Viago’s seeping straight through his bones and going deeper still. He’s intoxicated, fucking drunk with it, lifting his hips into Viago’s movements with staggering force until Viago’s trembling above him.
“ Anton , yes, right there.” Viago keens, louder with every roll of his hips. “Don’t stop, please .”
He’s absolutely divine like this, hair messy and lips smeared with Anton’s blood. Viago’s eyes are half-closed and blown wide in ecstasy, and Anton feels closer to heaven than either of them are likely to get. The weight of Viago in his lap, the way he’s gripping Anton, riding his cock, nipping at his skin; it pushes Anton to move faster, hold Viago tighter. To get closer, closer -
It all happens at once.
Viago’s hole catches, Anton’s knot pops inside and sticks there, inflated to its full size. Anton surges forward and sinks his canines, fully extended and dripping with venom, into the side of Viago’s neck, his jaw locking into place, keeping him there. Viago’s eyes roll back in his skull, and he cums hard , coating Anton with it, scenting him, claiming him. Anton thinks wildly that he could smear it into his skin, smell like Viago forever, make it clear that he belongs to the vampire as well. They’re mates , a pair, two hearts bonded as one and he feels so connected to Viago, knot rooted inside his hole, hands grappling at his hips, soul exposed and bare and completely, undeniably Viago’s .
Viago’s still trembling through it when Anton’s jaw pops free, fangs slipping out of Viago’s neck as his tongue laves a soothing balm over the bite. He’s so close, knot and cock positively pulsing inside Viago, but as delicious as the tight wet heat is, it’s not enough. Anton needs -
He needs -
“Vi- Viago. Please .”
Viago knows what he needs.
There are fangs at Anton’s throat in an instant, mirroring the claiming mark on Viago’s own neck, sinking in and drinking deep. Anton cums like he’s falling off a cliff, breath knocked from his lungs, mind and body in freefall as he just keeps cumming , cock twitching inside Viago and knot plugging it all exactly where it needs to be.
Viago gasps against Anton’s neck, and Anton can feel the warm trickle of his own blood down his neck, cutting through the mind-numbing pleasure whiting out his thoughts, and his cock gives a final spasm at the realisation because Viago will smell like him now, too.
He thinks he’s moaning Viago’s name, but maybe it’s just noise. Maybe it’s animalistic, base, a howl or a growl or maybe it’s something sweet and gentle and reverent. Either way, it’s just for Viago’s ears, his - his - and the vampire clings through it all, telling Anton that he’s good, the best alpha. That he loves him, loves him , over and over until Anton can feel tears threatening again, overwhelmed in the best possible way and utterly fucked out.
Anton’s still floating in that space when there are strong hands moving him, laying him on his side slowly, gently, and the weight on his chest follows him down. When Anton finally blinks his eyes open again, the sight he’s met with almost forces the air straight from his lungs like a physical blow. Viago is inches away, so close their noses are almost brushing. His eyes are wide and wet and filled with deep, undiluted veneration. There’s a smile on his blood-soaked mouth, small and content and utterly besotted, and when his gaze meets Anton’s the smile grows impossibly wide.
“I love you, silly, impossible, beautiful man.” He murmurs, lips brushing Anton’s with each syllable until he can taste his own blood.
“Love you too, Vi.” He shifts to wrap his arms around Viago’s body, and they both gasp at the shift of his cock and cum inside Viago, still stuffed to the brim and forced to take it by Anton’s knot.
Viago’s eyes flutter closed, and he lets his forehead fall against Anton’s shoulder.
“I would like to rest until we can move again, and then I would like to shower with my mate.”
Anton can’t agree quickly enough.
A content noise rumbles through his chest, closer to a purr than Anton would ever like to admit, and he lets his eyes flutter closed.
The wolf is content; Anton feels more relaxed than he has done in weeks.
Falling asleep with his mate still trapped in the loving circle of his arms just feels like the most natural thing in the world.
~’*’~
It’s barely light when Anton finally stirs. He always wakes up naturally at this time, usually in a panic, wondering if the house is safe for Viago to stay. It always is, of course; the blinds in Anton’s house are permanently closed, the curtains nailed to the walls over the top. Viago is safe, nestled into Anton’s arms, rousing gently.
They’re still naked, with neither of them particularly feeling the cold, and Anton looks down to see his full softened cock and where it’s still pressed up against the crease of Viago’s arse. There’s dry cum coating the both of them still, and it should be gross, but all Anton can muster is a deep growl in his chest, more wolf than man. His mate is still claimed, still his , and contentment wraps around Anton like a blanket, warm and comforting, somewhere he’d like to remain forever.
“Hallo.” Viago presses the word along with a smile against Anton’s neck.
“Morning.” Anton replies, shifting in a way which makes Viago grimace.
“I would very much like to have that shower now, Liebling.”
Anton hums his agreement, and they move slowly, hardly separating in the darkness of the room as they head towards the shower.
They make quick work of cleaning up, with Anton barely looking at Viago throughout because the one time he does, he ends up backing the vampire against the wall and licking into his mouth like he needs the taste of Viago to live.
Viago steps out of the shower first, and Anton turns everything off, brushes his teeth and pulls on a pair of jogging bottoms. He can hear Viago in the living room again and follows the noise.
Anton pauses in the doorway, faltering for a moment before slowly closing it behind him, eyes never leaving Viago. His skin is still shining with damp, curls messy and flat with the weight of the water. He’s pulled on a pair of Anton’s pyjama bottoms, but they’re too big and sit low on his hips. He has one of Anton’s t-shirts in his hand, but he stops before pulling it on, smiling sweetly at Anton instead. Across Viago’s body are marks from Anton’s teeth and claws, some deep and some already almost fully healed. The deepest is on Viago’s neck, the claiming bite which announces to everyone that he belongs to Anton.
It’s almost too much, seeing Viago wearing his clothes, covered in his bites. Anton feels his cock twitching in interest as he takes a step closer.
“You look…”
“Like I was mauled by an extremely voracious werewolf?” Viago cocks his brow with a smirk, and Anton feels heat warm his cheeks all the way to his ears.
“Gorgeous.” He mutters in reply, and Viago visibly melts, going slack as Anton moves in and draws him close.
Having Viago’s half-naked body pressing against his again has a further heated interest stirring in Anton’s hips. He trails his lips over the marks on Viago’s neck and shoulders, humming a low noise in his throat as the vampire shivers, grabbing onto Anton tighter, slotting his thigh between Anton’s legs and grinding it up.
Anton turns to press Viago against the door, lips hot on Viago’s, coaxing them open with rough strokes of his tongue. Viago moans against his mouth, hands snaking around to tangle in Anton’s wet hair, and it’s clear where this is heading, where this always heads. Anton is excited to mark his mate up more, claim him entirely all over again, and he opens his mouth to say as such, promises dripping with desire on his lust-stained tongue, when a knock at the door has them both freezing.
“Leave it.” Viago begs, tone lilting towards a whine.
For a fleeting second, Anton almost agrees with Viago, looking up at the vampire and wondering if there’s anything in the world worth walking away from this for. But the wolf tugs uneasily at Anton’s mind, and he realises he hasn’t heard from any of the boys yet after leaving them last night. His stomach twists, the arousal dampened by concern, and he pulls away from Viago just an inch.
Anton has duties to his mate, but also to his pack. Viago’s brow pinches slightly, but he smiles, a soft understanding sweeping across his features.
“Go, darling. Make sure they are okay.”
Anton offers a small smile in apology, giving Viago one last, chaste kiss on the mouth.
“Love you.”
He hears Viago's mumbled I love you, too in response vaguely as he heads to the front door, still feeling like he’s floating, still paranoid that something is wrong with the pack. The two feelings, as opposite as they are equal, sit heavily in Anton’s chest. The second one only grows when he opens the front door a crack, still nervous about the sunlight even though he knows Viago hasn’t followed him into the hallway, and sees not a member of his own pack standing there, but Mason.
He smiles sheepishly when he sees Anton.
“Hey mate, sorry to bother you so early…”
Anton doesn’t sense another wolf in the area, so he opens the door slightly wider and gestures for Mason to come inside.
“Don’t like having the door open during the day.”
“Viago’s still here, I take it?”
He tries not to stiffen up at the mention of his mate’s name from another wolf, barely suppressing the growl which threatens. It’s not Mason’s fault. All of the Napier wolves were genuinely nice guys apart from their alpha, and Anton reminds himself of that over and over again as he leads Mason into the living room.
The second he lays eyes on Viago, now wearing one of his shirts too, Anton has his arms wrapped tightly around the vampire. There’s a brief flare of panic, thinking it’s too much, that he’s gonna suffocate Viago with his need to cherish, to possess , but Viago leans into the touch easily, happily, his own arm circling Anton’s waist to hold him close.
“Guten Morgen!" Viago smiles at Mason, nuzzling his face into Anton’s neck against the bite there.
Mason’s gaze flicks between the two of them, taking in the obvious claiming bite peeking from under Viago’s collar and the vast array of pinprick marks littering Anton’s torso.
Often, people are put-off by their relationship. A vampire and a werewolf, so obvious with their devotion, isn’t a usual sight. But Mason doesn’t shy away from it. Instead, he smirks.
“Glad to see you two had no trouble sorting things out last night.”
Anton’s eyes narrow.
“Well, if it weren’t for your alpha we wouldn’t have had any issues at all.” He tries to keep his tone neutral, to keep the bite away from the words, but he knows he hasn’t done a good by the way Viago tenses at his side.
Mason holds his hands up in surrender.
“I know man, and I’m sorry about that.” Mason takes a deep, steadying breath. “But he’s not our alpha anymore. The boys are with him now, we’ll get him home safe, but I wanted to come and apologise. Alpha to alpha.”
The air changes between them, a ripple of authority and respect and something unnameable, something entirely wolf .
Anton understands.
“Congratulations, mate. It’s not an easy thing, being alpha, but I think you’ll do right by the pack.” He considers a moment before continuing. “And you’re always welcome here. Not Brett, obviously, but you and your pack. If you ever need any help, we’ll be there.”
Anton’s surprised by how deeply he means it, too. It’s not been an easy weekend, but spending time with other wolves has been fascinating, eye-opening; it was everything Anton hoped it might be. The Te Aro pack had enjoyed it too, and as their alpha it was wonderful to see them getting to be their true selves with no fear of backlash.
It was freeing .
So, no matter the bad, Anton doesn’t regret it, and the smile Mason gives him, ear-to-ear and full of hope, proves that he’s made the right decision for both packs.
“Thank you, Anton. For everything. The pack is stronger from having come here.”
Mason holds out his hand and Anton has enough mind to release Viago for a moment and shake it.
It’s almost overwhelming, seeing a pack change for the positive, knowing he’s been a part of that. He hopes the Napier wolves do well, that they stay in touch. A much smaller part of him hopes that Brett learns, and grows, and betters himself, but Anton isn’t kind enough a man to dwell on those thoughts for long. Mostly, he just wants the other wolves to be okay, and Brett to be as far away as possible.
“Anytime, Mason. I mean it.”
Mason nods, lets go of Anton’s hand, and he’s immediately touching Viago again, moving without thinking, orbiting Viago like he’s the gravity holding Anton in place, the centre of the universe. In many ways, he is.
“I’ll - ah! I’ll leave you to it.”
Mason turns to leave, and Anton reluctantly releases Viago again to show the new alpha out. Before he goes, Anton draws Mason in for a tight hug, mindless of his own state of undress, and claps him on the back.
“Good luck. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”
“I will, cheers Anton.”
He waves, and then he’s gone, and the weekend is officially over.
Anton pauses a moment, breathing heavily through his nose as relief rushes through him. He’ll check in with Stu later, make sure the pack is all okay. Anton figures Mason would have mentioned anything important, knowing how strong an alpha feels about their pack, and it’s enough of a comfort to have him trotting back to Viago’s side, where he belongs.
Viago’s face lights up when Anton re-enters the room, and Anton can’t help but taste the smile at the source, cupping Viago’s face and tilting the vampire slightly down so their lips can better meet.
“Do you think they will be okay?” Viago whispers against Anton’s mouth, scratching his nails in an extremely distracting way down Anton’s back.
“I think so. I hope so, anyway.” He looks into Viago’s eyes, considering for a moment before continuing carefully. “Do you think… we will be okay?”
Viago’s brows raise, and his fingers pause on Anton’s back.
“I think we will be wunderschön, darling.” Viago says, low and thick and honest , brushing his nose against Anton’s as Anton’s face heats pleasantly.
He thinks about the weekend, about the possessiveness of the wolf and the way Viago didn’t shy from any of it, met him beat by beat. Viago might be the perfect mate for the wolf, but he’s also everything Anton never even dared dream of when he was just simply human. Beautiful and intelligent and completely fucking impossible , and Anton loves him more than he ever thought himself capable of.
There are tears in his eyes before he can really process it, and Viago is kissing him again, slow and deep until Anton is breathless with it.
“I will love you forever, Anton. For the rest of your life, and mine.” Viago promises between kisses, and Anton lets the tears fall, is completely powerless to stop them.
They sway in the quiet morning, wrapped in each other, kissing and kissing and kissing until nothing means anything except this; except Anton and Viago and the impossible life they fought to have with each other.
Through it all, Viago whispers that he loves Anton, that they’ll be okay because they have each other.
Despite everything - because of everything - Anton believes him.