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Stu was a really great bloke. When Anton and his boys found him in the woods dirty and afraid, he immediately adopted him into the pack. And he was glad he did, too, since the man helped Anton out more than any of the other pack members did.
That's why when he proposed that the pack should mingle with the vampires, it wasn't a flat out no.
"They're chill guys deep down." He reasoned.
Dion scoffed. "Yeah, maybe really, really deep down. Beneath the bloodthirsty monster."
Smacking him upside the head, Anton scolded him. "Don't be racist mate! Stu's best friend is a vampire."
He awkwardly shuffled on his feet and Dion cast his eyes down. With a sigh, Anton continued. "They do kind of hate us, though. I know you're new Stu, but there has been a tension between our species since the dawn of time. We don't tend to get along."
Stu nodded, then shrugged. "I get that. I just don't understand why we have to stick to that old prejudice. What happened at the dawn of time between our species doesn't have to apply to us, does it?"
And that's how Stu raised some really good points and convinced them to hang out in the vampire den. That was their usual place to hangout now, since there was room for all of them. It was still creepy, and Anton doubted he would ever get used to it.
It had been a month or so since Stu had been turned, and about the same amount of time that the two groups started to band together. There had been a lot of things cleared up between them - for the pack, they learnt that vampires weren't as stuck up as they thought, and that they were pretty interesting creatures with all their history knowledge. For the vampires, they learnt that they would not piss on their furniture, and wouldn't randomly turn against their will (unless it was transformation night, of course, but they never hung out around that time).
For Anton, personally, he also came to a realization. One that he refused to voice. These past few weeks had been more fun than he could imagine, and, unfortunately, he developed certain... affections for a certain member of the vampire household. In short, Anton really, really liked Viago.
His light German accent could always be pinpointed from a crowd. The way his teeth poked out from his bottom lip when he smiled made Anton's stomach turn inside out. While some thought Viago's outfit was outdated, Anton found them endearing. And, to be perfectly honest, they really suited him. Viago was so interesting and different, nothing like Anton had ever seen.
Anton was on his second drink. The plan was to get a little tipsy at the den, then make their way into town to get hammered. Though, Anton wouldn't get that drunk. He had to make sure his pack stayed safe, so he took it slow.
"Hello there." A voice behind him made him leap out of his fur. Anton whipped around. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you."
He relaxed a little, probably more than a little, when he saw who it was. "Nah, you're all good, Viago. Just stuck in my head a bit."
The vampire hummed and watched the red liquid in his glass swirl around. The two of them were slightly adjacent the main living room, where their friends were watching some zombie movie. Viago leaned forward a little when Anton zoned out on Dion, already on his way to get drunk. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"Oh, yes! The scones you made were really good." They were too, the pack scoffed them down in less than ten minutes. Of course, Anton told them off for wolfing them down like that, and even now worried that he would be seeing those scones on the sidewalk later tonight.
Viago positively beamed, teeth, fangs and all. His eyes wrinkled at the corners and Anton doubted he could see much like that. "Thank you! Nick has shown me how to use the YouTube, and I have been following the instructions in the videos to make food. I thought it might be a good idea for things like this. Nick tells me that drinking on an empty tummy is a bad idea."
"He's right, makes us sick." Anton juggled his next few words in his head for a moment, wondering whether to actually spit them out or not. He decided for it, because he wanted to see Viago's reaction, even if it made him heat up a little. "I'm excited to try other things you cook."
If it was possible for Viago to smile any wider, he would have. His brown eyes were almost out of sight with how big his grin was. "What foods do you like?" Viago criss crossed his legs, though stayed at eye height. It would probably be a while before Anton wasn't shocked by the whole levitation thing. "I'd love to make your favourite."
"I'm sure anything you cook, I would love," He said, without thinking much. Viago's eyes shot open and his eyebrows went up to his hairline. Anton cleared his throat. "I'm not really a fussy eater, so anything... anythings good."
Viago nodded. He seemed to really mull over Anton's words before speaking again. "Do you cook?"
"Not very often," Anton said. "Not as much as I should, unless I have people over. I know how to, I just don't really for myself."
The vampire frowned. "You should take care of yourself too, you know."
Oh, okay, wow he was really pulling on his heart strings tonight. "Yeah- yeah maybe I will."
"Back in Germany, I never cooked. I had lots of servants who would do that sort of thing for me. One woman really enjoyed the cooking job she had, and back then I never really understood why she would be so happy with a peasants job. Now I do. Though, it isn't easy when Deacon doesn't do the dishes."
"HEY! I heard that!"
Viago scrunched his nose at him, lip pulling up in a slight hiss.
Antons face started to hurt with how long he had been smiling for. "What's in your glass? Wine?"
Viago had been swirling a red liquid in his glass round and round. It was a habit he had whenever holding a cup, Anton had noticed. The vampire shook his head. "Us vampires can't drink alcohol, at least not the kind you drink. A drunken victim has the same effect as drinking bottle of alcohol for you. Most vampires choose to do that, but I like to brew up my own stuff using blood."
Anton could tell by the way Viago's shoulders raised and how his eyes darted down to the ground that that was something he didn't tell just anyone. It made the werewolf's chest clench. Besides that, he was incredibly impressed. Viago was a man of many talents, it seemed.
"Really?" Asked Anton. "Can I see how you make it?"
He could die a happy man if Viago would make that face at him every day. He landed on the floor with elegance and lead Anton through the crowd. A few sceptical looks were thrown their way, but Anton decided he would ignore it. Viago peeked over his shoulder every now and then to make sure he was still following close behind until they came before a door.
Viago led them inside. "This is my little hobby room. I brew my blood wine over one side, and do my pottery on the other."
The vampire talked him through the brewing process, how he preserves the blood long enough to do it, fists clenched as he bounced on his heels. He gestured enthusiastically at his equipment. Anton listened to him, of course, but became distracted when the vampire took a sip of his drink and stained his lips red. He followed the movement of Viago's tongue as it swiped his bottom lip.
"Wow... You're amazing," He blurted out. "You have so many hobbies."
"Well, when you live as long as I have, as long as I will, you need to keep yourself busy. Deacon likes to drink and dance, Vlad tortures and has lots of sex, me? I find that the simple hobbies are plenty fun." Viago sat on the stool near his pottery equipment while Anton leaned with his hip against the desk. The vampire drew circles on his own thighs. "What about you? Do have any hobbies?"
"Ah, not really no. I work as a park ranger, and when I'm not working I'm looking after the boys. I've got my hands rather full."
Viago pouted a little and Anton thought his heart might be ripped out if he made that sad little face any longer. Out of the blue, something came to the front of his mind. He looked at Viago blinking up at him, big brown eyes that he could so easily get lost in. But the memory of what one of his boys said to him a while ago tasted bad on his tongue, and he just had to say something.
"Viago, I'm... I'm sorry, about my boy calling you, well, calling you what he did." Viago just blinked up at him, eyebrows twitched in confusion. "When he called you Count..."
"Ah! Yes, that."
Anton held his glass closer to his chest. "I'm really sorry, sometimes they get too riled up."
"It's nothing to worry about. It happens more than you think. I'm not sure what it is, maybe the way I dress, or speak, but it seems to... give people a certain idea about me."
That just made Anton feel worse. Because Viago was so used to it that he just brushed it off. That he blamed himself for the way people treated him like shit. If he ever heard a slur or an insult directed at Viago, Anton promised himself to do something about it.
Thankfully, before the mood could drop any lower, they were saved.
"Let's get this party started, shall we?" Deacon's voice echoed through the halls of the house.
Viago held the door open for Anton and tailed him through the hallways back to the group. The werewolf was instantly swept into a conversation with Dion and Nathan about which bar to go to tonight. They took the head of the group, an instinct for Anton, while the rest followed behind.
A flash of colour flew past Antons face. Another followed, then a yell.
"Get his ass, Nick!"
They cheered loudly as the two vampires raced in bat form. Vlad ran after them on foot, shouting what Anton could only assume was jeering in Russian. His boys quickly followed, leaving Anton at the back. He sighed.
There was a soft chuckle next to him. "Rather lively tonight," Viago said.
Anton sighed again, though it turned into a laugh. "Yep."
Viago glanced at him, face illuminated by the warm street lights. The vampire was taller than him, by a smidgen, though his boots certainly contributed to some of that height. Anton wondered what it would be like to be pressed against a wall and towered over by the man. As quickly as the thought came, he pushed it back to where it came from.
"Isn't it a bit late for you?" His trimmed eyebrows furrowed.
Anton shrugged and looked at the starry sky. Still over a week until the full moon, he calculated. "It's only midnight. I've taken up afternoon shifts at work. It means that I can wake up late, go to work, then have more time awake at night. Figured it was for the best, since we hang out with you lot more now."
"Oh you didn't have to do that, just for us," Viago said. His hand was cold against Anton's shoulder, even through his shirt.
It was more for Viago specifically. Anton had been crawling with embarrassment when he tried his damndest to stay awake while Viago rambled about something at 3 in the morning last week. He woke up with a blanket around him, a pillow propped behind his head.
Anton shrugged. "It's working out for me, so far."
They were still at the tail end of the group, even when they caught up. Deacon won the race and boasted about it all the way down the street. Though, he only won because Nick went face first into a street sign.
The pack shoved Nick around for a while, teasing, before Anton groaned. "Come on, guys, don't be mean. You got a concussion, Nick?"
Viago giggled a little at that, catching the leaders attention. Sometimes he looked at Anton the way he imagined he looked back. It gave him hope that whatever complicated, confusing emotions he felt were mutual.
It was great their two groups were friends. It was unexpected, and pretty rare, but they worked. But... anything more than friends was crossing uncharted territory. There were too many uncertainties - Would the vampires let Anton live if they knew he was interested in their friend like that? Would the pack let Viago live? Hell, is Viago even into werewolves? Into men?
The group darted across the road, leaving the two separated by the shiny tarmac. Anton looked to his right just in time to see a car rolling by. He held an arm up to Viago's chest before he could get hit, too busy searching Anton's face.
Out the window of the car, a young man leaned out. He was clearly drunk. Anton could smell it like smelling a pig in the woods. The mans face scrunched when he saw them, then his mouth turned up at the corners.
"Fuckin fags!"
The car screeched when it spun around the corner. With Anton's heightened hearing, he could hear the passengers cackle at their friend. He looked over at Viago. His eyes were a little watery and his bottom lip turned upwards, but he checked for cars once, twice, then crossed.
Anton's blood began to boil. He stormed across the road, giving Viago a wide berth so as to not accidently shove him in his aggression. The car was stopped at a light recently turned red. Wellington traffic lights were shit especially in this part of town, so he would have at least a minute to massacre them to his hearts content.
That was of course if whatever was tugging at his sleeve wasn't tugging at his sleeve. Anton whipped around with a snarl and instantly dropped it.
Viago gingerly held onto his sleeve. That worried, sad face never left from before. The cold of his soft fingers, the rub of his rings against his hand. It brought him back down to calm, back to where he was, with Viago, painfully sober.
"Sorry," Said Viago. He still fiddled with Anton's sleeve, but his eyes were cast to his feet. "I didn't want you to get yelled at too."
Anton deflated. He was really sick of Viago looking down and not being able to meet those doe eyes. Cupping the vampires cheeks, cool in his warm hands, he lifted his face up.
"This is not your fault. It is never, ever, your fault." Anton flicked his stare around Viago's face. "Those guys are assholes."
He wasn't sure what that look was in Viago's expression. Maybe it was still fear, or guilt. He hoped it was relief, though he couldn't tell. The vampire pressed his lips in a line and nodded as much as he could with his face still trapped in Anton's hands. Anton let him go.
They silently caught up to the group who piled into the bar. Viago disappeared to the dance floor, while Anton made a beeline for the bar. Before he could even open his mouth, Dion slung his arm around his shoulder and called to the bartender.
"Three shots, kindly, Ms Bartender!"
Declan flanked Anton's other side. Usually, the leader would refuse strong drinks to keep a level head. But since he had a large dosage of Viago tonight, he wouldn't be able to keep much of a level head anyway. He threw it back without so much as a hiss.
It was 2 in the morning when Anton saw Viago again. He was on the dance floor with Vladislav shimmying his body and flicking his hair to the side, out of his eyes. Vlads eyes caught on two ladies strutting past and left his friend without a glance back.
"Hey, boss," Clifton said. "Whats up with you and that vampire?"
"Which one?" Clifton jerks his head. "Viago?" He nodded. "What about him?"
"That's what we're asking," Dion groaned.
Anton shrugged. "Nothing, but he's coming over, so don't be rude."
Viago bounced over, eyes shining. "Anton, Anton, can I ask you a favour?"
All the werewolves raised their eyebrows. Anton cleared his throat and stepped towards him. "Yeah, man, of course."
They separated from the group and squeezed through the crowd of strangers. At some point, Viago had taken Anton's hand to lead him across the room.
"So what'd you need me for?"
Viago had his arms straight and rubbed his palms together in front of his thighs. The bar was way busier than it was when they arrived and the two of them were almost pressed up against each other. Anton could hear the click of Viago's rings.
"It's kind of awkward, but I can't find the bathroom. When I asked your friends, they just told me to go outside for my business. Of course I didn't, that would be rude, and bring up a lot of problems on getting invited back into the bar."
Anton nodded, making a mental note to have a firm word with his pack later. "Just over there." He pointed to a door that was well hidden in the shadows created by fluorescent lights. Perfectly impractical.
But when he turned back at Viago, his eyes were glued on him. Ahh. Anton caught on to what he meant. With a gentle touch, Anton took Viago by the hand and gently tugged him past people, towards the lavatory. Once at the door, he stood almost like a bouncer while he waited.
He blinked in surprise when Viago made his way out. "That was quick."
The vampire flicked the water off his hands, clearly not wanting to dry them on his pants. "Yes, well, there's a couple performing rather vigorous intimacy in the bathroom, I didn't want to invade."
Anton's eyebrows shot up and if he listened close enough, he could hear it. Before he could get himself annoyed by it though, two damp hands were around each of his wrists, pulling him closer to the center of the room. Viago smiled innocently at him.
"Come dance with me!" His accent made his w's sound more like v's and it distracted Anton from the truly sinister intentions.
"Oh, no no, I don't dance," he pleaded.
"Don't, or won't?" And that was the first time Anton had ever seen a sign of mischief on the man's face. He rather liked it, if it were not directed at him.
Anton laughed a little, giddy and a bit drunk. "I can't dance, mate. I'm clumsy."
Viago shrugged. "Same as me. Just don't care how other people see you." He pressed his hands flat on the werewolf's shoulders and flattened out the tension there. "Just pretend it's you and me."
Anton liked that idea more than he probably should. The song changed to something thumping and the floor shook with every strum of the bass. It would make Anton's ears bleed on any other night but tonight. Tonight, when Viago's eyes were on him expectantly, and he grinned that fangy grin when he started to shuffle side to side.
They were both terrible at this. Anton was clumsy and trod on his own feet, and Viago moved in such an eccentric way that to anyone else it would be considered weird. But Anton's eyes were stuck to him like a hunting dog. The way Viago's pants hugged his ass and legs, the length of his arms swaying and twirling, how his hips twisted and grinded, how flexible he was, and wow Anton should really stop staring at him like that.
But when he looked up, Viago was doing the same thing. Anton acted out of instinct. Something primal took over him and he suddenly had to be very close to the man in front of him. He stepped forward, a leg between Viago's longer ones and cupped his cheeks. He tipped the man's gaze up, met those beautiful eyes crowned with long lashes, and inched him forward.
Viago stared at his lips. Anton could feel him exhale a shuddering breath against them. He closed his eyes and closed the gap. What he felt against his lips, though, was not another pair.
Anton opened his eyes to see that same cheeky smirk on the vampires face. He had a finger pressed to the werewolfs lips, though he still stared at them.
"Take me on a date first." Viago leaned in and pressed a kiss there, so close to Anton's lips if it weren't for that finger. But he loved it. God, he loved it too much.
When they pulled away, Anton just nodded eagerly.
The rest of the night was a blast. Nobody threw up, nobody got hurt, and there were no fights that broke out. All a win in Anton's books. Most of the pack got home by walking, or having their partners or other friends pick them up. Anton decided he would walk Viago back to the vampire den when the clock turned three.
"It's daylight savings," he said. "Sun will be up at five, so we need to get you safe and sound."
Viago just smiled and squeezed his arm. When he dropped it, Anton watched the way his billowy sleeve flapped in the wind. With all their dancing, Viago's hair had fallen out from its neat style and the curls started to fall on his forehead and around his ears.
"Do you like my outfit?" Viago asked with a twirl. He giggled when he got straight again, still a little tipsy from before.
"I do," said Anton lamely. "I like all of your outfits."
"The modern people of New Zealand don't often appreciate my attire. Those who do, assume I'm dressed for a party." Viago gave a shrug and looked at Anton, expression soft. "It's not so bad, though. Not if you like them."
Just like that, he was left speechless. They had left on their own, half the pack gone home and the other half still at the bar with the vampires. So it really was just Anton and Viago. And Viago was stunning. Vest snug to his chest, buttons shining almost as bright as his eyes, and gold bracelets jingling on his wrist.
Anton smacked into something hard. He stumbled back with a curse, and caught himself on a rubbish can before he fell. In front of him was a man of solid build, talking to two of his friends. Well, was, until Anton rudely shoved into him.
"Oh, shoot, sorry man! Didn't see you there," he said. He scratched his neck.
"Watch where you're going, prick." came the response. Anton saw Viago flinch in the corner of his eye.
"So sorry," Anton repeated, even if his teeth grinded a little. "I'm still a bit drunk. We're just heading home now." He linked his arm around Viago's and pulled him away from the group, more as an instruction than a romantic gesture.
The man called out from behind them. "Yeah, you better get outta here, pussy." Anton pointedly ignored it, but Viago squeezed his arm a little tighter. They were down an alley now, and once again thanks to his perfect hearing, Anton heard a few mutters that unfortunately left the cunts mouth. "Frilly queer."
Anton let go of Viago. The stones beneath his shoes crunched as he back tracked back to the street. The man didn't see a thing, but his friends did. Too late, though. Anton swung at him, hit him square in his jaw, and he hit his head against a street sign pole and rebounded. He fell on his ass with a cry.
One of his friends, the taller of the trio with long hair, went for a right hook. Anton ducked and punched the wind from his gut. He couldn't avoid the third man. Got him right in his eye, too. Anton stumbled a little, then grabbed the man by his jacket and flung him to the ground. Just when the first guy, the one who called Viago a slur, tried to get up, Anton stomped right on his stomach.
The werewolf turned around just in time to see Viago round house kick the tallest guy. Anton's eyes shot open. "Woah!"
Viago beamed brighter than the street lamp bearing down on them. "Stu has been teaching me some moves!" He surged forward and snatched Anton's hand, yanking him back down the alley. "Now come on!"
They didn't stop until they were back at the vampire den. Anton was panting a little and Viago's legs shook with exercise.
"Come in," Viago said. "Let's get you cleaned up."
He was about to ask what he meant by that when Anton felt something drip down his cheek. When he wiped it, his hand came back red. The adrenaline had let him forget he got punched. Or maybe it was the way Viago continued to tug on his hand, fingers interlocked, even though they were safe and sound.
Anton was sat on a chair in the kitchen where Viago pottered about, looking for first aid. He didn't know why vampires would have first aid, but apparently it was something to do with cops coming to their house and giving some health and safety pointers.
It was pretty awkward trying to find a position where Viago was comfortable, but they settled on Anton perched on the table with the vampire between his legs.
"Close your eyes," Viago said for the third time in the last five minutes. He carefully dabbed at the ripped skin under Anton's eye. The werewolf did as he was told, hands gripping firmly at the table edge, listening to Viago talk. "Silly man."
"Don't think I'm that silly," defended Anton. It was weird, knowing he was in the vampire den but it was so quiet. No moaning coming from Vlads room, no shouting from Nick and Deacon, or jeering from his own boys. "Just pretty drunk."
Viago tutted. The silence dragged in. When he finally spoke, it was hardly a whisper. "You didn't need to do that, you know."
The adrenaline and the booze wore off all at once. Anton struggled to keep himself from sagging. Everything all caught up to him now. He just broke his number one rule, the one he had broken into his boys for countless years. A provoked attack. On a human. Humans. Not even on transformation night.
If he told his pack one thing, as the alpha, then broke that rule without a second thought, without regret even, then he was a bad alpha. A bad leader. In his first pack, Anton had watched the leader been torn to shreds because he had gone on a rampage. Anton was no better. Just because the fucker deserved it, didn't mean he should have beaten him like that.
There was a thumb at the corner of his eye, the one that wouldn't be bruised in the morning. Viago caught the tear that had swelled there. "Hey?"
"I've done a terrible thing," sighed Anton. He opened his eyes again, hoping that seeing Viago would make him feel a little better. It only half worked. "I can't believe I just broke my most strict rule."
The vampire neatly placed the tissues down the table and grabbed some bandaids. He continued to patch him up while he spoke. "You were protecting me. It was chivalrous."
Anton just huffed. "Chivalry doesn't excuse the fact I got so riled and punched a guy. Three guys."
Viago smoothed over the bandaid and left his hand on his cheek. "Look at me. You made me feel safe tonight. Made me feel comfortable. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. Besides, I am partly to blame. I did kick that tall one."
Anton let himself chuckle. "It was rather impressive."
"And..." He traced under Anton's eye with his thumb. "I know I'm hardly a werewolf, so I am not apart of your pack, but... I am yours. And as a leader, is it not your job to protect what is yours?"
The werewolf sucked in a breath. "Are... are you sure I can't kiss you?"
Viago let out a genuine laugh and closed the little space between them. He tasted of blood and of wine and of everything Anton could have ever imagined. Letting out a hum of contentment, Anton buried his fingers in those black curls, while Viago pressed his free hand on his waist.
They kissed for what felt like an eternity, and yet, when they parted, Anton wanted more. But by the sounds of it, Viago's flatmates were back. The vampire sighed and rested his forehead against his.
"Hey," Anton whispered, giving Viago a quick peck. "I'll come pick you up tomorrow. We can go on that date."
With a giggle, the vampire nodded. "That sounds lovely."
Anton didn't make it out of the vampire den without some awkward confrontation.
"Yeah, it's a little weird," Vlad said, and Deacon hummed. "But Anton, I guess, isn't totally terrible."
Nick made a mutter of agreement, yet the older vampire did the opposite.
"Viago is fragile," said Deacon. "Like a twig. Anton is an aggressive dog, waiting to pounce on him."
"Yeah, but Anton is probably the least aggressive werewolf out there. I mean, he refuses to swear. He brings Viago home before sunrise. He drives a van."
"Yeah," Vlad agreed with him. Deacon scrunched his nose, but only because they were on the same side.
He grumbled. "But Viago is also... slim. He has a weak body, so what if that dog breaks him in the heat of passion?!"
"Maybe he's into that." Nick shrugged.
"And what if in a few months time, we have puppies running around everywhere? This place stinks of dog enough as it is," wailed Deacon.
Nick and Vlad hummed thoughtfully.
"What'd you guys think of Viago?" Nathan asked.
There were some murmurs, but the general consensus was "He's alright".
"He is a bit..." Dion started, then held his arm up and made his wrist limp.
"Well, yeah, he is a dude in a relationship with another dude. Of course he's gonna be a bit-" Nathan, the other Nathan, limped his wrist back.
"Yeah, nah, you know what I mean." Dion just got blank looks. "He's fruity. Like, really gay. If Anton gay, that's fine, but he's still, ya know."
The room booed him.
When it was quiet again, as quiet as the group got, Stu spoke up. "I think they're both a really good couple. Just the way they look at each other, you know? You can just tell."
The room cheered.
"I have a special surprise for you," Cooed Viago, dragging Anton up the stairs to his room.
They had been dating for a few weeks now, almost two months. It was so much fun every moment spent with him that Anton was almost bursting at the seams. They had the first full moon since they started their relationship, which Anton was most worried about. He was snappy on the best of nights. But, somehow, Viago had managed to calm him down enough to get his boys in order and stayed with him until he transformed. As per Anton's request, of course, since Viago had insisted on staying with him the whole night.
The vampires and the pack were all supportive, after a while. There was an initial confusion with a little bit of anger, but it settled down, which surprised Anton. He expected their getting together to spark a rift in the two groups. If anything, it knitted them closer together, now with more of an excuse to hang out.
"It's been a very long time since I've been in a relationship," Viago said within the first week of them being official. "So I want to take it slow, if- if that is OK?"
Anton nodded. He had of course worried in the beginning, because he questioned what a three hundred year old vampire considered taking things slow was. Probably Anton's entire lifetime. But, he quickly realized he didn't even care if it was his entire lifetime. The soft kisses and hand holdings and talking well into the night were enough for him.
It wasn't long, though, until Anton had caught onto something Viago seemingly hadn't. The vampire was much more eager, repressed maybe, than he thought. Often soft kisses had turned into panting, messy make out sessions. Viago let out the sweetest moans when Anton kissed his neck. If he was lucky enough to have his knee between those plush thighs, the werewolf could occasionally feel his cock jump. But it never went further than that. Because Anton wanted to get a clear green light and Viago was too shy to give it to him.
It was midnight when Viago began to drag Anton up the stairs. The pack and the vampires were all out on the town while the two of them had gone on a date. Before Viago opened the door to his chambers, he instructed Anton to close his eyes.
Slowly, he was led in blind into the room. Viago grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, then pressed firmly down on them. Anton sat. Whatever he sat on was squishy, bouncy almost. The fabric beneath his fingers was silk or something of the like.
"OK, open them."
Anton looked around, blinked into the dark room. "A canopy bed!"
"Mhm! A regular bed is too dangerous for me, but a coffin is uncomfortable for you. Plus, I love sleeping in the bed at your place. The soft mattress is nice. So, I made a compromise."
He was so proud of himself. As he should be, Anton thought. "Great thinking!"
He shuffled back to the pillows and Viago ran around the bed shutting all the curtains. They were properly dark, Anton noted when he was surrounded by black fabric. Viago's lone head peeked through the end one. "Peekaboo!"
Crooking his finger, Anton watched as Viago crawled on his hands and knees towards him. It was probably a lot more sexy than the vampire realized, especially when he sat in his lap. That seemed to be Viago's favourite seat.
It was a blur, who kissed who first. It didn't really matter, of course, not when Anton sucked his tongue into his mouth and Viago let out a little whimper. His hands buried in blond hair and tugged slightly. Anton slid his hands up his thighs and untucked the cream coloured shirt stuffed into those tight pants, just to stretch his hands over Viago's lower back.
He gasped against Anton's lips. The werewolf could already feel the vampire getting hard against him, and this is where they usually stopped. But then again, Viago never usually looked this desperate.
Biting his lip, Anton wanted to try something knew. He rolled his partner onto his back. Viago squeaked, but kissed him madly. Grinding his hips forward, and with a grunt of his own, Anton rocked into a rhythm and pulled all sorts of new and pleasurable sounds from Viago that were now and forever branded into his brain. Viago rolled his hips up to meet him, whining when the tent in his pants caught on the button of Anton's jeans.
He fisted Anton's shirt at the back, pulling it higher and higher until it was off his shoulders completely.
"More..." Viago moaned. Who was Anton to deny him when he asked so nicely?
The werewolf wanted to rip off his shirt. Too many buttons and threads. But Viago might genuinely kill him if he did, so he settled for hurrying. Anton pulled the loose shirt from underneath him and lay on top, chest to chest. Viago's skin was cool against his warmth, hairless chest contrasting Anton's wiry blond hairs spread across his.
The vampire rocked into him, needy. Anton sucked a hickey at the junction of Viago's neck. Though, it turned out more purple than red since the man had no blood inside of him. Anton was addicted to the way he was touched - slender hands scratching his scalp, dragging along his back and his sides, to his front and down his stomach.
Anton let out a soft "oh" when Viago unbuttoned his pants. He shoved them down and over his ass before the werewolf sat back and kicked them off. While he was busy doing that, Viago started to slip from his own pants. There was a dark and thin trail of black hair that started at his belly button and disappeared beneath his underwear.
Anton couldn't stop himself. With so much bare skin never before seen, he was overwhelmed with the urge to taste it all. He kissed in the center of Viago's chest, left a trail of more to his nipples. He licked over it, adoring the noise his partner made, then sucked it into his mouth. Viago writhed beneath him. He grinded against Anton's thigh with a newfound vigour, knuckles going white against the sheets.
The lower Anton kissed, the more he could smell him. Smell how aroused he was for him. It gave him a head rush.
He kissed the hem of his underwear and Viago's thighs clamped around his ears. And as much as he enjoyed the soft flesh squeezing him, Anton would really like to continue this. So he got two handfuls instead and pinned each knee either side to the bed. Viago's cock twitched in his underwear.
Anton wasted no more time. He licked a stripe up the shaft of his cock, through the underwear. He sucked around the tip, tasting cotton and precum.
"Oh, Anton," whimpered Viago. He was truly a sight to behold. His chest heaved up and down, arms bent near his head, and dark curly hair fluffed around his forehead and the pillows.
Anton doubled down his efforts. With every pant he made against the wet fabric, making Viago keen and arch, Anton inhaled through his nose. Fuck, he really could get high off of the smell.
A hand flew to his hair and tugged, pulling a moan out of Anton.
"More," he demanded.
With a shuddering breath, Anton asked, "How much more? Tell me what you want."
Viago bit his lips and screwed his eyes shut. Brushing his hands up his thighs, Anton hoped it would coax enough courage into him.
"I need you inside of me."
"Lube?" Anton asked, probably too quickly. Viago fished it from out of the pillows and handed it to him, and Anton left it in the dent his weight was making in the mattress. He tore off both of their underwear and sat up properly.
Viago's eyes were glued on him. Normally, he would feel self conscious - if his boyfriend didn't look so... hungry. So desperate for it. The werewolf lubed up his hand and tossed Viago's ankles over one shoulder.
He gave him one last look to make sure this was alright before pressing the first finger in. Viago hissed and fisted the pillow. Anton gnawed his bottom lip. He was so tight, but he wasn't tensed up. He sunk his index in all the way, which ripped a ragged gasp out of Viago. Anton crooked his finger, making him moan.
Anton fingered him quickly. He made sure to rub against that spot again and again, although Viago didn't seem uncomfortable in the slightest now. Rocking against his fingers, his gaze was stuck to the way Anton's wrist flexed.
By the third finger, Viago was a complete mess - drool wet the corners of his mouth, his body jerked with almost every movement, cock leaking and hard. Anton held him by the calves so that he wouldn't roll over.
"Please," Viago groaned. "Please hurry, I need you."
Anton withdrew his fingers and watched the way his hole flexed around nothing. He muttered a swear. Bracketing Viago's ass with his knees, Anton draped the vampires thighs over his own. He lubed himself up and leaned over Viago. Almost immediately they found each others hands and Anton pressed them into the pillow as he pushed in.
They both made gutteral sounds. Viago's chin was tilted up and he panted at the banister, fingers squeezing Anton's. "You're boiling..."
Anton chuckled breathlessly. He was starting to sweat a bit, which is a normal reaction when your dick was being choked by a sexy vampire. He leaned down and licked up his exposed throat and over his adams apple. Flailing, Viago let go of his hands to grasp at his back.
He pulled Anton down against him until there were no gaps between their bodies. Viago panted against his ear, legs trembling, and Anton held his lithe hips in both his hands. With the his sharp fingernails, the vampire scraped up the werewolfs side. Anton couldn't stop himself from bucking forward if he wanted to.
Viago gasped and nuzzled into the side of Anton's face. "Yes!"
When he started to move his hips against him, Anton was incredibly grateful they were home alone. Viago whined like an animal and scratched at him like one too. Shuffling a bit, angling his thrusts, Anton rested his forehead against Viago's shoulder and picked up the pace.
"Mmm! Faster, Anton, please!"
"Fffuck-" Anton did as he was told, gripping at Viago's hips harder. He pounded into him, the obscene sound of their hips meeting driving him forward. Viago made his noises right next to his sensitive ear and it made Anton's hair stand on end.
He squeezed his dick like he needed it inside of him to survive. Anton let one hand explore the beautiful body beneath him, all tanned skin and perfectly trimmed hair. The legs wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing to tug him closer, trembling so hard that Anton started to worry he might not be able to walk.
Viago's sweet noises just got louder the harder Anton fucked him. Accompanied by his manicured nails dragging down from the nape of his neck, no doubt making red marks. Anton pulled one of Viago's legs up, knee to chest, impressed with his flexibility, and continued to drive into him.
He gasped enough air to last a life time. Then, Viago was silent. His legs continued to tremble, and his hole still fluttered around him, but his chest stopped it's heaving. Not that he needed to breath but.
Anton surged up, stopping his movements immediately. "Shit, Viago, I'm so sorry-"
Viago's face was covered in tears, eyes closed and eyebrows pinched. There were little marks on his bottom lip where his fangs dug in from biting so hard. His hands flew to Anton's face and pulled him forward into a kiss.
It was sloppy, with more teeth than tongue. Viago was the one who separated and breathed against his lips. "Don't stop... So good."
"You're crying, love," Anton said, wiping away the mess of cool tears on Viago's cheeks.
The vampire furrowed his eyebrows further and touched his own cheeks. Then he giggled a bit, bringing his hand into Anton's hair. "It has been a very long time since anyone has made me feel this good. Take it as a compliment."
"So you're OK?" He double checked.
"Yes, darling," Said Viago. "And don't you dare go easy on me now," he teased. "Just because I teared up doesn't mean I wasn't very much enjoying it."
He had that mischievous lilt to his voice, which looked... pretty hot, actually, with how debauched he was. Without a warning Anton snapped his hips. All of the vampires cockiness fleeted and he was returned back to being a moaning, whimpering, scratching mess.
"Viago," Anton growled against his throat. He got a sigh in return, and a harsh squeeze around his cock. That only made him groan louder, nearly finishing then and there. "I'm close."
The vampire gasped and smashed his lips against his. It wasn't much of a kiss, more just panting in each others mouths and darting their tongues across their lips. They both drew nearer and nearer to their peaks. Anton kept his eyes open, watching the way fresh tears barrelled from the corner of Viago's eyes, mouth open to make way for his panting and moaning.
Fuck.
Anton's hand flew to Viago's dick and jerked it at the same pace he was setting. The vampire howled and dug his talons into Anton's shoulders. He spilled all over his fist with soft whimpers and jerky hips. Anton pulled out and came on top of Viago, jerking himself to completion.
Viago panted and waved his hand around, trying to catch his breath before he could speak. "There's a rag... bedside drawer."
Diligently, Anton wiped them both clean and wiped off Viago's tears with a corner that wasn't dirty. He rolled onto his side and the vampire curled up next to him, now under the soft silk covers. Kissed him, then stared with those big brown eyes.
The moment was ruined though when three vampires burst into the room.
"Anton, you dog!" Hissed Deacon. "What are you DOING?!"
The werewolf growled. He couldn't see them because of the canopy curtains, but he could smell which direction they were in. "Get the fuck out!"
"This is not your house!" Vlad said. "You do not get to tell us what to do."
"Yeah, you don't pay rent," added Deacon.
Viago sighed. "Neither do you, Deacon. We don't rent."
"That has nothing to do with this."
"You can't just go invading your mates privacy like this," Anton groaned. He shuffled into his pants while Viago just bunched the top sheet around his waist.
"He's right, actually," mumbled Nick. "Was pretty rude."
Vlad and Deacon muttered under their breath. Anton approached them and made a shooing motion, but nobody moved.
"When did you guys even get in?" Viago asked, following close behind with an obvious limp, the sheet following him.
"When you screamed at Anton to go faster," Vlad oh so helpfully supplied.
Deacon scoffed. "If he has to tell you how to do it, well, that just says a lot doesn't it."
Anton knew he was bright red, but wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. His partners face fell, unimpressed, and started to shove them out the door.
"You're limping, dude," Nick said to Viago. "You alright?" He shot a glance at the werewolf.
"Just. Fine."
"Tha fucks that on your neck?" Vlad asked, to Anton this time. The eldest vampire reached for him, inspected his shoulder, then turned him around. "Ohoho, fuck!" he laughed.
"Jesus, mate, you butchered him," Nick chuckled, drawing lines over the sensitive marks on Anton's back.
The werewolf spun around and shoved them the rest of the way out the door. "I think we're quite done here."
He slammed it shut, then leaned against it just in case. Though, he didn't press his back against it, knowing that the sting on his swelled skin would not be worth it. They waited to hear the footsteps traipse back downstairs before going to bed. Anton laid on top of Viago, who lay on his back.
"We should do this more often... You should come over more," he purred, kissing Anton's head. Viago carded his fingers through his hair.
Anton hummed back. "Maybe next time we should make sure we're alone." Antons senses must have been too overwhelmed with Viago to notice them.
The vampire laughed and kissed him on his head again.