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When you really thought about it they were two halves of a whole
The werewolves and the vampires had been carrying out their feud for so long they didn't even remember how it started. It became a tale, a legend that was passed down through the years.
New vampires scratched their heads, thinking that actually the smell wasn't all that bad. But they were caught up in their new world and peer pressure is a toxic thing, even for the creatures of the night. And so it continued
In truth both sides saw in the other the things they missed and this further fueled the hatred. Viago never realised how much until he met Anton.
A series of fateful encounters had brought them together. The metaphorical fluttering of a butterfly wing. One escaped dinner, a new vampire friend. Nick's utter stupidity in bringing a human to their house, his even bigger stupidity bringing their precious friend to The Unholy Masquerade.
Though if he was going to invoke fate he supposed he could travel even further, to the night he had chosen to walk alone. The night that he died and the night he was reborn in blood.
Had that not happened he would never have met the werewolf at all.
Viago looked fondly next to him, at Anton sleeping by his side. He had heard people discussing their other half before but he had never considered that finding such a person would actually feel like he was one part of a whole. That the hours where he and the werewolf were not together made him feel emptier than death itself.
Their hours together were precious. Both of them were prisoners to the sky. The Sun was Viago's enemy, threatening him with a painful end should he dare let her rays fall on him. The moon was a subtler deity but she instead took her toll on Anton.
The moon's influence on his lover waxed and waned, the wolf gaining more traction over the man as the silver light in the sky reached a peak. And when she was highest in the sky was when The moon took her payment.
Viago almost burned to watch Anton's transformation, the snap of bone, the howls of rage and pain. He would find himself helpless as Anton's eyes shifted from hazel to gold and the monster took over.
The vampire wished he could take the burden, if just for once. He couldn't imagine it could hurt him any more than watching Anton's monthly agony did. But his pleas to the sky went unanswered. And so his vigil would continue.
The werewolf sighed fitfully in his sleep and Viago wondered what he was dreaming about. Gently he stroked his hand soothingly through the Auburn hair and Anton sighed again but relaxed into the pillow.
Viago loved watching Anton sleeping. It was one of the few times he looked peaceful. It was however also bittersweet as it meant that while Viago was in his waking hours Anton had to rest.
In the early days of their relationship, they had ignored their limits and paid the price for it. Anton had received a dressing down for falling asleep at work and then after a close call with the sun that led to Viago spending a day in Anton's glove box in bat form they realised that compromises would have to be made.
Things had got easier once they both decided they were in it for the long haul and got a place of their own. Now their routine went like clockwork. Anton would go to work during the day and Viago would doze in his coffin. Then Anton would return to him on an evening.
The vampire loved hearing about his lover's day and would chuckle to himself about how domestic he had become. The irony that another monster had awoken his humanity never failed to amuse him. Viago even started keeping mealtimes and would insist that Anton sat at the table and that he joined him with his blood.
They would spend time with friends, the camaraderie between the werewolves and vampires still going strong and even though they all had their own lives, meetups were regular.
Anton still had his alpha duties, although having Stu as his second in command meant he was a lot less stressed generally. The pack had also matured somewhat and the instances of forgotten trousers and missing padlock keys were much less.
As the night drew on, Viago would feel Anton getting tired.
"Time for bed." He would say and the vampire would turn to him with a smile and hold out his hand.
They would make a beeline for the bedroom, with far more than sleep on their minds. Despite being past the so-called honeymoon phase they still couldn't get enough of each other.
Viago couldn't ever imagine getting bored of their love making, the two of them as one, the sun and moon forgotten as they basked in each other.
For who needed the sun when he had Anton. The werewolf ran hot, the heat of him warming even Viago's cold skin as he surrounded him, entered him, consumed him. The heat spread throughout him, and built in intensity, settling in his lower stomach. He ignited, but didn't burn as he came, Anton's name on his lips.
Afterwards the vampire would hold him in his arms, stroking his hair and putting small kisses on his forehead until he fell to sleep. He could happily stay there all night, basking in warmth and love but Anton had implored him not to.
"It's not that I don't love having you there" Anton had said "but you can't leave your life on hold for me."
Viago had tried to argue that Anton WAS his life, but the werewolf had stayed firm. So once he had fallen to sleep, Viago would gently creep out of bed to begin his night time activities.
He would do his chores, smiling at how much easier it was living with someone who paid attention to the chore wheel. His crafting had improved dramatically with the increased time he could dedicate to it now he didn't spend all his time trying to find victims at night clubs and trying to organise flat meetings.
But each night the need to be near Anton won above everything else and he would creep back to bed and snuggle into the werewolf's heat. He had never realised how cold he was until he had Anton and had been mocked by Vladislav and Deacon for buying an electric blanket for his coffin.
He'd had the last laugh though when Deacon had sheepishly said "I get it now" to him once he and Stu made it official.
Viago could feel that the dawn was approaching. Despite having black out blinds in their bedroom, he still could feel the oppressive influence of the sun getting ready to rise. "Nearly time" he thought, checking the clock.
He let Anton sleep for another five minutes and then gently woke him the same way he did every morning.
"Good morning Liebling" he whispered, kissing Anton's forehead.
Anton huffed and dug his face into the pillow. He stretched, opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the vampire staring back at him. Viago felt a thump in his chest where his heart used to beat. He may never see the sun again but as long as he had that smile in his life he didn't care.
"What time is it?" Anton asked sleepily
"It's half past five" Viago replied
Anton grinned.
"Still another hour before I have to get ready for work" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"You can go back to sleep if you like?" Viago said, smirking
"Uh nah" came the reply as Anton rolled over onto him, peppering his face with kisses.
Their lips met and they kissed each other as though they needed it to survive.
"I thought I could go into work early." Anton suggested.
"Don't you dare" Viago pouted, wrapping his legs around Anton's hips and flipping him over.
Anton laughed "You got any better ideas?"
Viago didn't answer, he just rested his hands on Anton's chest and kissed him deeply.
"I might do" he said, sliding one hand lower and smiling when he found his lover was already hard.
Anton moaned into his mouth as Viago took hold of him, moving his hand slowly, teasingly, up and down the length of him.
"Eager this morning I see" the vampire purred, moving his hand a fraction faster.
Anton closed his eyes and whined.
"More?"
"Yes" he begged, nuzzling Viago's neck planting kisses that would have bruised a human along his skin. "Please" he begged, moving a hand down Viago's back.
The vampire responded by shuffling back to rub his arse against the head of Anton's penis.
"Fuck!" He groaned.
"Swearwolf" Viago teased
Things became more frantic, underwear was discarded and Viago stopped grinding against Anton to grab the lube and squirt a handful into the werewolfs hand, as he prepared him.
Viago sighed as he sank down onto Anton, the two of them as one again.
Of all the things he had seen in nearly 400 years nothing compared to this, his love beneath him and beautiful. He rocked his hips and felt that spark of fire within him.
He chased the burn as he found the angle that made it flare, stars bursting behind his eyes. He moaned in undecipherable German and Anton may not have understood what he was saying but he knew what he meant and slid his hand between them, wrapping his hand firmly around him.
Viago groaned, so close, the movements of his hips causing him to rut into Anton's fist. He shuddered, releasing into Anton's hand as the sensation flooded his body. He chased the waves, desperate for every second.
He could hear Anton's heart thudding in his chest, and his erratic breath and knew he was close. Viago sped up, so sensitive it was almost painful but felt a second wave of euphoria when Anton grunted and released inside him.
He looked down at the wrecked werewolf beneath him. Pale skin flushed, chest heaving.
They reluctantly parted their bodies and got cleaned up, Anton got dressed for work and went to get breakfast while Viago settled back into bed. He came back into the bedroom with his coffee and sat while he drank it, stroking Viago's hair.
"You'd better go," Viago said reluctantly. "You will be late."
Anton bent down and kissed Viago's head.
"Sweet dreams" he said fondly, as the vampire wrapped himself up like a burrito in the duvet.
Anton headed out to his car, the sun rays beating down on him. He used to enjoy the sun, but now it was just a reminder of things he couldn't share with Viago.
Having a vampire as your other half presented a certain amount of challenges. But Anton wouldn't swap what he had with Viago for any spring picnic, any day at the beach or any lazy weekend barbecue.
The ironic thing was that although Viago was technically dead, he made Anton feel alive more than anything else ever had.
When he had been bitten, he'd thought his life was over. He would never forget his first turning, pain and fear. The terror when he woke up, naked and lost, drenched in blood. The guilt when he noticed the body next to him.
Everything went down the drain that first year. He lost his job, an outburst at his boss the final straw after months of him trying to hold it together. His relationship suffered, and he wasn't surprised when he came home one day after a full moon night to find the flat empty and a goodbye letter on the table.
Anton had expected the reasons to be the secrecy and the disappearing, that he had come to terms with. But finding out his partner was terrified of him broke his heart in two. He hated the wolf and rebelled and fought it, that which had taken everything from him, he was at complete rock bottom.
Then one day he came round from a full moon and he wasn't alone. That was the day he met Clifton, and was the day he turned everything around and started building his found family. Slowly their numbers grew and Anton found a purpose in life being their Alpha.
But still something was missing. Deep in his bones Anton felt a part of him was missing. It was an empty hollow in his chest that he kept hidden, even from himself. The wolf felt it though and howled, rage, sorrow and loneliness to the moon as he pledged her his allegiance each month.
And the moon had seemingly answered, sending him Viago. A lover who dwelled in her nights and reflected her splendour in his cold skin and ethereal everlasting beauty.