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Anton pushed the door close with his foot, wincing as pain shot up his still not healed ankle.
This full moon had been the worst of the last few months, and the pack had all woken up later than he liked, with the sun already painting the sky pink. Take all the usual post-full-moon injuries, add an uncommon (for him) sprained ankle that still hadn't fully healed, fuck!, and you got a thoroughly worn out Anton. The fact that Viago wasn't there when he woke up had only worsened his mood, but he understood that it was too late for the vampire to be out.
Dragging his feet, he made his way to the bathroom, quickly washing off the grime of a night spent writhing against a tree, trying to get the chains off. After almost falling asleep twice under the warm water, Anton stumbled into his room, and a glance to his bed managed to make him smile for the first time in hours.
Nestled in one of his old t-shirts, a tiny black bat was softly snoring, wings folded around his body. Viago. Just the sight of his vampire-now-bat boyfriend sleeping on his bed, in his shirt, was able to finally put to rest the wolf still raging under his skin. It was now quiet in his head, and Anton sighed in relief.
Slipping on only some underwear, Anton climbed on his side of the bed, carefully picked up Viago, who cracked an eye open and chirped sleepily, and put him down on his chest. Immediately Viago sprawled on him, unfolding his wings and draping them over the werewolf's pectorals.
Still smiling, Anton stroked the back of Viago's head with the tips of his fingers, and closed his eyes only when Viago curled up closer on his chest.