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Anton's bedroom was much darker than he was normally used to it being. About a month ago, he decided he was finally going to tell Viago how he felt. It was a process, and it eventually took a while for him to actually work up to doing it, but on the unlikely chance that Viago returned his feelings and would be spending the night or day in their case, he wanted to be fully prepared. Among a few other things, he made sure to double down on blackout curtains as a precaution. They weren’t cheap, but as he felt Viago wrapped around him, his head rising and falling against his chest as Anton breathed, he knew it was worth it.
Despite not being closer to the full moon, they’d managed to go at it a few times last night, and while ceiling sex was equal parts hot as hell and absolutely terrifying, the last time in his shower was probably his favorite. It was quiet and intimate, and if he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging like crazy when Viago lightly grazed his back with his nails when he was washing the soap off of him. It was all gentle hands, soft kisses, and sliding against each other until they’d both reached their release. By the time they crawled back into bed after they both complained about changing the sheets, but knowing it had to be done, they pressed up against each other, still warm from the shower, and were both quickly out cold.
“Mmm?” Viago lifted his head and looked around Anton’s dark bedroom in confusion. Anton reached over and turned on the lamp on his bedside table, filling the room with a soft glow.
“Evening.” Anton smiled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked over at his clock. It was nearly 5 PM. He couldn’t believe they’d slept through the entire day. He adjusted to a slightly more comfortable position and sighed pleasantly as he ached in all the right places. Okay, maybe he did understand why they slept in.
“I never sleep away from my coffin.” Viago sat up with a bewildered look on his face.
“About that..." Anton leaned over so that he could grab the ziplock bag from under the bed and tossed it into Viago’s lap. “Nick had been complaining to Stu a while back about how he wanted to go out of the country but didn’t want to carry around a small box of dirt like a weirdo and explained the whole ancestral soil issue.”
“When did you…?” Viago poked at the bag in surprise.
“One of my coworkers was in Germany on holiday a week ago,” Anton started to explain with a small amount of embarrassment. He honestly never thought it would come to any use. “Luckily, he didn’t ask too many questions about it. I just thought… In case you didn’t think I was a complete nutter and actually wanted to be with me, I wanted to cover all the bases. If you had to leave before the sun came up, I would’ve been slightly devastated.”
“Only slightly?” Viago looked from the bag filled with the soil from his homeland before turning his gaze on Anton. His breath caught at the hungry expression on his face. Viago dropped the bag onto the floor and straddled Anton, and kissed him deeply. Anton let out a pleased groan and pulled Viago impossibly closer to him by his hips as the vampire licked into his mouth.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Shhhh…” Viago whispered against his lips, and Anton held his breath to keep from making noise.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Anton? Anton, mate. Are you in there?”
“I don’t think he’s home.”
“He hasn’t answered his phone, and he didn’t show up to work. He has to be here.”
Anton pulled away from the sinful thing Viago was doing with his tongue against his throat to glare at the panicked voices of the Nathans and Dion outside his bedroom door.
“If we ignore them, they’ll go away.” Viago licked a stripe up Anton’s neck and whispered into his ear. Anton nodded, moved his hands from Viago’s hips to his ass, and ground up into him, causing the vampire to hiss pleasantly.
"I can’t wait to be inside you,” Anton whispered.
“Anton?”
“I heard him! Maybe he’s in trouble?”
“Back away from the door, mate. I’m gonna break it down!”
“PISS OFF!” Anton pulled his mouth away from Viago’s and shouted at the door.
“What?”
“If the lot of you don’t piss off right the fuck now, I will wait until the full moon, and the second you transform, I will tear the bollocks off every last one of you,” Anton threatened with urgency as Viago giggled and moved his hand into dangerous territory.
“Uh… right. I think he’s fine.”
“See you later, mate…”
“Swearwolf,” Viago whispered with a teasing grin.
“You’re such a dickhead,” Anton said fondly and relaxed when he heard the front door close.
“I think you may have mentioned that once before,” Viago framed Anton’s face with his hands and leaned in to give him several small kisses across his face. Anton practically melted into his mattress at the attention.
He could just faintly make out Dion on the street telling the Nathans that he thought he heard someone else in here with him, and, yeah, they’d have to tell his pack pretty soon, assuming Stu hadn’t already told them. There will probably be some fairly strong opinions on all sides, but honestly? He couldn’t remember ever being happier in his life than he was at this moment. And if they don’t like it? Fuck ‘em. He doesn’t give a shit.