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“In honor of this special night of our special hypnosis, Liebe Anton, I have arranged a wonderful feast for us!” The tips of Viago’s fangs peered over his excited grin.
Anton felt a twitch in his tailbone as he stared at the smorgasbord waiting on the lid of Viago’s closed coffin. Stacks of hamburgers wrapped neatly in paper, red containers of french fries meticulously arranged, pasta dishes and foil-wrapped burritos, and – were those milkshakes in the paper cups?
Anton cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, wow, Vi, you really outdid yourself. You sure got everything for us.”
“Thank you, mein Liebling! I wanted us to, like, have a good time and have plenty of food. And let’s face it, since I haven’t eaten real food in, let’s say, 350 or so years, I talked with Stu, and he helped give me some ideas on what kind of food humans eat these days.”
“Stu’s the best.”
“I know, Stu is the best. You know, what else is the best is I’m really glad I got a bed before this evening. So much food in my tummy I might not even be able to fit in my coffin tonight.” Viago shyly smiled and looped a hand playfully over his belly.
“It’d be fun if we both fit in there. Don’t you think?" Anton raised his eyebrows. “Well, I guess we need to eat the food off the top first.” Anton laughed. “Say, Vi, do you think we should be feeling anything?”
“Oh, do you mean like the hypnosis?”
“Yeah.”
“I think we should just feel totally normal and just be able to also eat normally, too.”
“Well, you should have the first item since you arranged everything, Vi. Go on, pick something yummy out.” Anton temporarily relinquished his usual alpha reigns in service of knowing that Viago loved more than anything to set the mood. “Show me how it’s done, my alpha vampire.”
Viago giggled. “Stop, Anton, you’ll make me blush.”
“Now, wouldn’t that be something? Probably haven’t blushed in 350 years.”
Viago’s ringed hand took Anton’s face, holding it gently. “Special things for special werewolves. Or, one special werewolf.” Viago bit his lower lip. “Let’s set the mood, shall we?”
Viago headed toward his bedroom’s record player, setting the stylus on one of his favorite Vivaldi records, the classical baroque violin sweeping through the room. “Ooh, yes, I love this one,'' a smile flickered at the corners of his lips. “Now, with the mood properly set, let’s have a look at dinner, shall we?” Viago rubbed his palms together as he twirled on his boot, approaching the feast. “Ooh, what have we here?” Viago wiggled his fingers mischievously and picked up one of the burgers. “Ooh, I like this one. Look how neatly it’s wrapped. Almost don’t even want to….” Viago giggled, “just kidding, of course, we’re going to eat it."
Deft fingers slid underneath the paper wrapper, revealing a portion of the burger. Viago gave it a little whiff. “Smells a little weird. Stu said this is a cheeseburger.”
Anton could smell the bitter char from the burger and the buttery bun from his place on the bed, making his tailbone twitch. “Yeah, mate! Smells good. You should try it. Probably like it. Especially if they added ketchup.”
Viago tilted his brow as he looked at Anton. “Ketchup? What do you mean?”
“Oh, I just… thought you might like it since it sorta looks like blood. Oh, you're just stalling, Vi! Go on, sink those sexy little fangs into it!”
A rare crimson flushed Viago's cheeks, likely a side effect of the hypnosis, and he opened his mouth wide for a bite but paused. "Ope! I almost forgot my napkin." Viago fished inside his pocket for a piece of white silk cloth, tucking it into his collar. “Okay! Now I am ready.”
Viago thrust his fangs forward, sinking into the burger. Instead of the usual blood spraying haphazardly from his dinner, hot, clear juices ran down his lower lip and hand. He made a little mmpf and tidied himself with his napkin.
“Well? How is it? Are you feeling sick, or are you okay?”
“It tastes good ya. I feel good. It’s just that… like a little messy. And it feels like there’s, like, a lot in my mouth.”
“Oh, well, you got to chew that, mate! Been a while since you’ve chewed anything, huh?”
“I guess you're right," Viago mumbled behind his hand. “Oh ya, Anton, go on and get yourself one. It’s really good, ya. You’ll like this a lot.” Viago peeled back the cheeseburger wrapper a little bit more, humming happily as he sank his fangs into another enjoyable bite.
Anton returned to the bed with a fresh burger in hand, tearing off the wrapper and tossing it haphazardly to the side.
Viago opened his mouth to chastise Anton, but then he noticed the happy flicker in Anton’s eyes as he wolfed down the burger. The cute pat he tapped on his belly after he finished it enthusiastically. Viago forgot about the wrapper, giving Anton a kiss, the taste of sein Wolf, and the cheeseburger dancing like a delicate waltz across his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Oh, Vi," Anton panted, his gaze falling from Viago’s lips to his tummy, to the half-eaten cheeseburger in his hand. “Don't let me get in your way. Go on, Vi, finish that yummy little burger.”
“Oh, I like when you tell me what to do, mein alpha wolf," Viago huffed, enthusiastically sinking his fangs into another bite.
“That’s the spirit! I’ll even get you another one. You know, I am the alpha male. I do know how to pick out the meat.”
“Okay, mein Liebling, go ahead and pick out the best meat, and I’m sure it will taste almost as good as your meat.” Viago giggled.
Anton peered at Viago intently. “Darn right. Gosh, I love you, Vi.”
“Ich liebe dich, mein Anton, I love you, my Anton.”
Anton rose and quickly returned with an armful of cheeseburgers in tow. He selected one from the batch, unwrapping it completely and tossing the wrapper to the side, again quieting Viago’s instincts by holding it to his lips.
“Go on, take a bite, Vi. You'll like it. Sink those sexy little fangs into it.” Anton raised his eyebrows.
Viago giggled before sinking his fangs into a warm bite, his saliva mingling with the charred hamburger patty and gooey cheese, melting softly in his mouth. He ignored that he hadn’t finished chewing yet, making a tiny hiss as he took another bite. Wow. He slowly closed his mouth around the burger, clear, hot juices dripping over his lower lip.
Anton was strangely turned on by Viago eating and looked him over seductively. He instinctively reached for a can of soda, handing it to Viago. “Here, Vi, why don’t you have some of this?”
Viago stared at Anton. “Ooh, yes, the soda! Ah, good thinking mein Liebling. Have you ever tried this before?”
“Sure, I mean, not in some time, but it’s like a fizzy, sweet, bubbly beverage. Makes things taste good. It might make you burp too,” Anton laughed, “But that’ll feel good, so don’t worry about that.”
“Alright, here’s to burping!” Viago cheered his soda to the burger in Anton’s hand, then tilted his head back, getting a steady soda chug. After nearly completing the can, Viago looked at Anton, a burp escaping loosely without even the attempt to stifle it behind his usually delicate hand. “Oops! Too -belch!- good."
A vaguely sensuous light like a full moon passed between them. “Ooh, Vi,” Anton affectionately placed his hand on Viago’s tummy. “I reckon I like that. Here, mate, hand me that so –” Anton was interrupted by the shattering hunger of Viago’s kiss. Anton made a little whine, writhing his hips back and forth against Viago’s thigh.
Viago slowly released the embrace. “You taste good, mein Liebling.” His brown eyes held deeply on Anton’s sturdy fingertips, unfolding the paper from around another cheeseburger.
Anton held the burger to Viago. “Go on, Vi, you know you want some more.”
Viago parted his lips, exposing his fangs and holding deep eye contact with Anton as he pushed his mouth over the burger. Viago quickened his bites, soon approaching Anton’s fingertips, his feral vampire instincts kicking in, inadvertently spilling ketchup on his – “Oh, wait! It’s okay. Good thing I had my napkin.” Viago flashed a smile.
When Viago finished off the last of the burger, Anton didn’t miss a beat, holding a milkshake to Viago’s lips. Watching as he pursed his lips around the straw. Waiting until he heard the shake being sucked dry.
Anton set the empty cup on the nightstand, realizing that he, too, was full, a pleasant high spreading through his body, almost like when he transformed under the moon. Still, feral instincts took over, needing to take advantage of the hypnosis and this precious time to eat real food. He pushed himself off the bed, full belly leading the way to the coffin, grabbing another handful of burgers.
Viago, too, soon rose in a stumble, the weight in his belly throwing off his balance as he grabbed one of the aluminum-wrapped burritos. He returned to his familiar ritual of carefully unrolling a corner and giving a little whiff before sinking his fangs into a bite. "Oh, ya, that's really good. Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less from Stu.”
“Oh, Stu? Of course not. How about you, Vi? When was the last time you ate real food before tonight?”
“Oh, let’s see,” Viago looked up, deep in thought. “Oh, about 350 years or so.”
Anton’s brows pulled together. “Wow, that is a really long time.”
“Well, the thing is, it isn’t so long if you’re dead.”
Anton smiled and caressed Viago’s belly. “And to think, now you’re fed!”
“Ooh, I like your hands on my tummy like that. How about you, Anton? When was the last time you ate real food before tonight?”
“Well, the guys and I had some of these Macca's cheeseburgers out of a dumpster before.”
“Yuck! Eating out of a trash can is just like gross, Anton.” Viago giggled.
“C’mon, Vi, there was no fresh meat around! So, you know, as the alpha male, I led the gang to a dumpster out back of the Macca’s. It wasn’t so bad. Could get a lot of fresh burgers sometimes too. You’d still kiss me, wouldn’t you?” Anton leaned into Viago, pouting his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”
Viago giggled, his lips brushing against Anton’s as he spoke. “Only for you, mein Wolf.”
Anton stared at Viago with a hungry look, so close to him on the bed he could feel the rumbling deep in his taut belly. Slowly he rested against the - for once - warm lines of Viago’s body.
“I want to eat more with you,” Anton’s voice rasped huskily.
“Oh, Anton, eat more, mein Liebling. Your tummy will be so full and cute, I might be unable to keep my hands off it.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Vi,” Anton raised his eyebrows.
Anton reached for another cheeseburger from the pile on the bed. At the same time, the other softly moved in agonizingly slow arcs across Viago’s tummy. He watched his hand smooth along the crease of Viago’s soft underbelly, where everything had started to settle heavily, and his hole started thumping madly. The feral wolf aroused in Anton, and a fiery yellow flickered in his eyes.
“Hey, Vi, watch this.”
Viago looked Anton over, watching as Anton shoved an entire cheeseburger into his mouth, his mouth stretching to accommodate the burger's size. His lips and tongue protruded and flickered, making Viago want to bite them. He felt a twitch in his hole as Anton chewed, finally swallowing. Anton’s gaze flickered towards Viago when he finished, and he pressed a palm to his belly, letting out a belch, awakening something in Viago.
Viago couldn’t tell where the wolf ended, and Anton began, the carnal instincts of how he devoured the burger in a single bite feverish in his undead mind. “Oh, Anton, I really liked that.”
“Oh, Vi, we’re not done yet,” Anton looked deeply into Viago’s eyes. “We gotta have some chips. Stu loves chips.”
“Oh, chips, ya, I remember when Stu ate chips that night,” Viago started laughing, “And Nick ate the chip too. It was bad. You know, because vampires can’t eat chips. Not normally, anyway.”
“Well, it’s a good thing vampires can eat chips tonight then now, isn’t it?” Anton handed Viago one of the chip boxes, cheers-ing Viago’s container with his own.
Viago felt an unexpected, strange charge course through his lips when he crunched into the first chip, golden on the outside and fluffy on the inside, the salt tingling on his palate. A thrill took over him, starting to grab large handfuls, two, three, or four chips at a time. Just as his control started to slip through his fingers, he steadied himself, slowing his pace to one chip at a time, adjusting his napkin and helping himself to some dipping sauces, particularly fond of the barbeque.
After finishing, the salty goodness escalated the mood into a soft frenzy. Anton's eyes flashed as he shoveled handfuls of more chips into his mouth from another container. Viago made little hisses of lust as he watched, soon devouring more chips from Anton’s hand.
A rich glug vibrated in Viago’s belly, and he could feel his cheeks heat up, returning with that lost, warm feeling. He arched his back and wriggled back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. The shifting must have caused the contents of his tummy to move a little, making a little fluttery noise and catching Anton’s attention.
Anton’s eyes glowed like a full moon. “Holy shit, Vi. Fuck, sorry, I’m a werewolf, not a swearwolf.”
“You’re mein -hiccup!- swearwolf. Oof, I think I’m like starting to get really full,” Viago pressed his hand to his belly, stifling a little groan.
Anton couldn’t help but notice how Viago’s embroidered vest was pulled taut across the broadest part of his belly, the threads on the buttons starting to strain a little. “Here, mate, let’s take that vest off. It might help you be a bit more comfortable. Besides, I've been waiting for you to show me that gorgeous undead body of yours.”
“Oh -hiccup!- excuse me! Good id -hiccup!- a.”
Viago knew that he could unfasten his vest quicker. Still, there was something incredibly endearing about how Anton’s wolfish hands clumsily undid the buttons of his vest. When the last one had been toggled open, Viago moaned with relief as his belly settled heavily in its new space against the white linen of his blouse.
“Oh, that’s better, Liebe Anton.”
Anton flushed at Viago’s tummy curled against his blouse, the faint shadow of his belly button pressing against the white linen fabric. He imagined his hands traveling up the soft curve, followed by his lips and tongue.
“Now that I have a little more room, do you want to hand me a bowl of bisgetti?” Viago asked excitedly. “I’ve really been wanting to try it.”
“Sure, of course, love to see that little belly of yours nice and full,” Anton raised his eyebrows. A half dozen wide porcelain bowls were arranged in an orderly row on the coffin, each filled with the traditional bisgetti Viago and his friends would often serve their victims at dinner parties. Anton selected a portion that appeared to be filled with the most bisgetti but knowing Viago, all were likely equal.
A ringed hand finessed a fork into the bisgetti dish, attempting to lift a bite. Still, the noodles slid haphazardly back into the container.
“Here, mate,” Anton stepped in, “Let me show you… You need to coil and twist the noodles. Twist the noodles.”
“Oh, ya, that makes sense.” Viago plunged his fork into the dish again, twisting one, two, three, maybe too many times, managing a thick coil of noodles. Viago pushed the bite inside him, saucy little bits lingering on the corners of his lips that Anton soon kissed away.
Anton noticed Viago’s cheeks flushed, blooming down his neck and likely down to his belly. His gorgeous, round…
“Anton? Anton? Are you feeling alright?”
“Oh, yeah, mate,” Anton shook his head, giving himself a quick jolt back into reality, “everything tastes great.”
“Mm, this bisgetti tastes wonderful, ya,” Viago’s smile widened in approval. “I’d be honored to have this as my last meal.” He took another bite and muffled a symphony of colorful belches behind his palm.
Anton glanced down at Viago’s stuffed belly. “Oh, here, mate, drink some more fizzy drink. Stu said it tastes good when you’re eating a lot of food.”
The crisp sound of an aluminum can being cracked open was soon followed by an enthusiastic chug from Viago. He pulled away with a wet sound and let out an enormous belch, followed by an even bigger giggle. “I really like doing that, ya. I never do that after I have blood.”
“You’re so cute, so excited over a burp, mate.”
“Ooh, here, you have some, Anton.”
Anton chugged the soda, finishing it and letting out a satisfied belch. “Oh, Vi, you were right! That was fun.” A smaller burp passed between Anton’s lips.
“You’re pretty cute when you do that, you know. I’m so glad we did this. I really like your tummy like that. So round and full. I just want to sink my teeth into it. But I won’t. Well, maybe I will. But nicely, mein Liebling.” Two dark eyebrows raised high on Viago’s forehead.
Anton’s hands followed the slope of Viago’s belly downward to his khaki waistband, slipping his index finger inside, the heat of Viago’s stomach against his skin. “Maybe you should.”
Viago shifted on the bed, lowering down and gently lifted up Anton’s t-shirt, revealing a strip of his belly, gently dragging his teeth across the cute curve. He could feel how bloated he was by the gentle pressure against his teeth and felt a hitch in his throat and a twitch in his hole as he curbed his urge to sink his teeth further.
Anton moaned, the hairs on his neck standing high, a shiver touching his spine, and a little rumble gurgled from deep inside his tummy.
Viago giggled and lifted his head. “Your tummy makes cute noises, Anton. And you taste really wonderful.” Viago couldn’t help but continue nosing at Anton, panting breathy praise in German against the soft lines of his waist, his tongue cooling the sweat on his skin.
Anton felt a shiver touch his spine, and he shifted towards Viago, the bed creaking underneath the weight of their bodies. His gaze fell to Viago’s stuffed tummy, rounding against his white linen blouse.
“Hey Vi, sure are pretty stuffed. Want to take your shirt off too? Might help you feel a little more comfortable.”
“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, mein Liebling.”
Their hands moved to the bottom of Viago’s blouse. They started to tug it overhead, going a little slower than expected, the otherwise loose fabric clinging to the heavy curve of Viago’s tummy. Anton felt himself shuddering at Viago’s round belly, soft and expanding gently over the top of his khaki trousers. Anton’s hands quickly moved to the bottom of his own shirt’s hem, tossing it to the side with the burger wrappers.
“Ooh, Anton Liebling, look at you. Such a nice tummy.” Viago’s hand palmed at the heat on his chest, soon realizing he was missing something. “Oh no! I don’t have anywhere to put my napkin now. Oh, where did it go anyhow?”
Anton located the napkin entangled amidst Viago’s other clothing and unfurled the piece of silk, draping it across Viago’s tummy. “There we are. Looks good there, I think.”
Viago scooted back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and burped again, sighing at the relief it brought. It was the first time in 350 years that he felt warm. Warm and full and happy. Though the napkin in his tummy did need a quick adjustment. Another, smaller burp passed his lips after the slight shift in movement, and he realized he wasn’t all that full. Not too full to eat, maybe a little something else.
Viago’s train of thought was interrupted by Anton shifting on the bed next to him. He watched intently as Anton slid a thumb along the waistband of his pants, adjusting it so his belly could settle against it a little more comfortably.
Viago sighed pleasantly. “Ooh, those are some nice pants, Anton."
“Thanks, I wore my track pants. You know. Because I figured I’d be expanding.” Anton raised his eyebrows. “Usually wear these when I… you know. Transform.”
“Say, mein Liebling, if you have a little more room in that cute tummy of yours, I have something special for you.” Viago raised his eyebrows, his fangs flickering against his smile.
Anton pressed a palm to his belly. “Vi, it doesn't matter how much room I have. I’d eat anything from you.”
“Wonderful! Because I have something, I really think you’ll like.”
Viago reached over to his nightstand, slightly wincing as the shift put pressure on his belly, and opened the drawer revealing a slice of fluffy, tender-moist chocolate cake. “I got you… chocolate cake! You know… because werewolves can’t eat chocolate, so I thought maybe you’d like to have something with chocolate in it on this special night.”
Anton’s face brightened, and his belly fluttered a happy gurgle. “Vi! You’re incredible. You really thought of everything. I would love some chocolate cake. It should be metabolized in time, yeah?”
“Oh, the hypnosis should last several more days, so we’ll be fine.”
Anton didn’t hesitate, sinking into the chocolate cake. Viago’s breath accelerated, watching Anton’s lips close over the silver fork, the tines dragging against his lips, and the rich and velvety cake steadily filling Anton’s tummy. Eventually, a bite of cake was placed between Viago’s lips, followed by a passionate kiss. Anton soon dropped the fork, Viago not even noticing that it landed in the sheets. At the same time, Anton freed his hand to rub little circles across Viago’s tummy, making him belch.
“Ooh! That feels better, ya,” Viago said, his hands instinctively finding their way to Anton’s tummy, wanting to return the favor.
Anton set the remaining cake aside and tilted his hips forward, the heft of his belly sinking into Viago’s hands. He closed his eyes, enjoying the smooth arcs Viago massaged across his tummy while murmuring little breathy affections of praise in German. Anton didn’t know what it meant, but he knew what Viago’s hands meant, finessing across the soft lines of his waist.
“Ooh, Anton, your tummy feels and looks so round,” Viago giggled.
“Please, Vi, you have such a cute soft tummy,” Anton pressed a hand to his stomach. “Oh, mate. I’m really full. Worth it, though. Forgot how much I missed real food. Vi, don’t you miss it? Do you really enjoy the taste of blood every night?”
“It’s just that the blood is so messy. I prefer things in wrappers, silverware, or like dishes to keep things clean. I used to miss eating bratwurst when I first became a vampire. We used to have bratwurst in my home country. I would eat so much of it I would get a tummy ache. Surprisingly, I don’t have any tummy aches now.”
“Maybe it’s the hypnosis,” Anton shrugged, “it just makes us feel good… not sick.”
Viago slipped out his tongue to wet his bottom lip. “Maybe it’s just you.”
Anton slid his hand behind Viago’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss, his other hand on Viago's belly, rubbing small circles. Viago couldn’t resist sliding into Anton, their bellies making fluttery little noises as they wriggled against each other, devouring each other with their mouths.
Viago felt Anton’s hand press into a sweet spot on his tummy, releasing a little gurgle. “Oh, Anton, I’m so full right now,” Viago moaned, rhythmically rocking his hips. “I wish we had another hypnosis that would let us eat more. Then I would devour you.”
“Ah, babe, then I’d devour you - Belch!- You and me. Vampire and werewolf. Together as one.” Anton caressed Viago’s belly, slipping below the lower crease and unzipping his khakis.
Viago felt relief as his belly pushed forward in its newfound space and shifted his body closer to Anton, their bellies pressing against each other. His hands wandered across the plush expanse of Anton’s stomach, giving him another gentle rub. “We should do this again sometime, mein Liebling, ya?”
“I reckon we should. I really enj –belch!-- oyed myself tonight. It's just that… Might get fat if we do this too much.”
“I wouldn’t mind, Anton. You’d still be my hunky werewolf.”
“And you’d still be my hunky vampire.”
“More like a chunky vampire,” Viago giggled.
Anton laughed with deep affection in his eyes. “My chunky vampire.”