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The werewolf pack and the vampire house had been getting along better recently. Anton didn’t exactly think he was friends, really, with any of the vampires, but there was less outright hostility. Viago even invited him out with the group once, but also Stu, because Stu and Nick were friends. Anton took him up on that offer, and it was actually kind of fun.
So when Katherine broke it off with Viago for a younger vampire, Anton felt his alpha side kick in, sighed, and went to the vampire house with some things to offer condolences and comfort Viago.
Anton knocked on the door of the vampire house and Deacon opened it.
“Ugh,” Deacon said.
“I’m here to see Viago, if you don’t mind. Brought some tissues, a hoodie, comedy shows on DVD, and, uh, ‘The Little Mermaid,’” Anton said.
“He’s in his room,” Deaon replied, stepping out of the way.
Outside Viago’s room, Anton could hear crying. He knocked gently.
“Leave me alone I said!” Viago cried.
“It’s Anton,” Anton replied calmly. “I, uh, brought you some things, to try and help you through the breakup. I’ll just leave them outside if you--”
Viago opened the door and looked at Anton, then at his arms, which were full of things.
“You want to help me feel better?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’s the long and short of it.”
“Come in.”
Anton went in and looked around. The room was a mess. He put down the things he brought and started cleaning up. He noticed, at the edge of his senses, that Viago was gently going through what he brought.
“What are the silver disks for?” Viago asked, holding it up and looking at the reflections coming off of it.
Anton turned around. He had put on the fucking sweatshirt. He stopped and blushed for a moment, not really knowing why.
“It’s a recording,” Anton said. “You put it into a machine and it plays on a TV,” he explained.
“Oh! We have a TV, downstairs! We could play it, maybe?” Viago asked excitedly. He was floating in the air just slightly, and bouncing up and down a little bit.
“Yeah, that’s why I brought them. Do you want to watch the comedy show or the animated film?”
“Animated? Like expressive?”
“No,” Anton said. “You’ve never seen animation?”
“Oh wait, like the Disney man, ja?”
“Yes, exactly, although this movie is a few decades more recent. It’s about a mermaid who wants to live on land.”
“Oh yes, ‘The Little Mermaid.’ Very depressing…” Viago’s face fell. “Why did you bring me that?” he asked, a little angrily.
“Well the movie has a different ending. It’s very different from the folk tale, actually. I wouldn’t bring you something to make you sadder.”
Viago smiled a bit again. “Ok. Let us watch the animated film then.”
-
Viago was enraptured by the film, and Anton found himself looking at him more than the movie. “The Little Mermaid” had been a comfort film for him since he was a kid, and he got the warm fuzzies seeing how much Viago liked it. At the climax of the film, Viago gripped Anton’s arm, clearly fearing that everything was about to go wrong (Anton realized Viago probably didn’t know that all Disney movies had happy endings). Anton’s heart and face buzzed again. He knew Viago didn’t mean anything by it, but… Anton hoped he didn’t let go. And he didn’t. After the climax, Viago nuzzled his head onto Anton’s shoulder and kept his grip on Anton’s arm, which confused and alerted Anton in ways he didn’t want to unpack.
When the credits rolled, Viago looked up at Anton. “I very much enjoyed that. Do you have more?”
“Well, that’s the only movie I rented, but I got some comedy DVDs.”
“Oh, okay…”
“I could… come back… rent more Disney movies.”
Viago lit up. “I would very much like that.”
“Do you want to watch the comedy tapings?”
Viago thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, I would, please. I think it will make me feel better.” He squeezed Anton’s arm one more time before he had to get up to swap out the DVDs.
-
For Viago, things had started a couple weeks back. He was seeing Anton somewhat more regularly, and he felt himself drawn to the werewolf. He felt ashamed for these feelings, because he was in love with Katherine, but then Katherine broke up with him. He was still very sad with this development, because he had been in love with her, but then Anton came over with his cozy, warm, hoodie, and his animated films, and his cozy warm body and smile and started to make everything feel a bit better. Maybe losing Katherine wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe he didn’t want to watch the comedy shows, maybe he just wanted Anton to stay all night.
When the DVD came to an end, Anton was asleep. Viago poked his tummy a little bit, trying to wake him up, and got flustered at the give. It was wonderful that people in the 21st century could afford to be a little soft and not dying from 10 million things. Truly, Anton’s tummy was one of his best physical qualities, at least in Viago’s eyes.
“Mmm?” Anton asked, eyes opening slightly. “Oh bugger, I fell asleep. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I enjoyed the comedy without you.”
As Anton woke up a little more, he noticed how Viago was still curled up next to him like a cat, and shimmied his way out. “I should probably go back to my place,” he said with a yawn. “When do you want to get together again?”
“Thursday, perhaps?” Viago asked. Two nights from now. Hopefully enough time for him to get some things of his own for Anton. In order to start courting him, properly.
“Okay, that works,” Anton replied.
-
The following night, Viago went to the 24 hour grocery store alone. He didn’t want to tell Deacon and Vladislav and Nick what he was doing. They would judge him. And he couldn’t ask a werewolf for help because they’d tell Anton and ruin the surprise. And he didn’t really know anyone else. Perhaps he could’ve gone to a club and grabbed a human to help him before draining them, but he could probably just navigate the supermarket himself. It couldn’t be that much different from the markets of his day, right?
He walked in and the bright fluorescent lights hurt his eyes a little. He took a shopping cart and started walking around aimlessly. What would werewolves like? He got a steak and some bacon. Meat was always a safe choice. He walked down the aisles and tried to see what caught his fancy. Bread? Bread was always good. Then he got to the aisle of snack treats. Ah yes, everyone likes snack treats and sweets. Viago would be lying if he said he didn’t miss stollen at the holiday times. Potato chips, and all sorts of things Viago wasn’t sure how to pronounce, all different types of cookies, donuts, and cinnamon rolls. That was probably enough. He went to the alcohol aisle and got a thing of beer as well. He was vaguely aware you had to be a certain age to buy alcohol now and the cashier could ask for a “card.” Viago didn’t have any cards, just the waded up bills. He hoped he wouldn’t be asked to show a card and if he did he could hypnotize his way out of it. Maybe since it was for Anton his hypnotism would get a boost.
Luckily, the cashier didn’t ask for a card, and he had enough money to pay for the food, and he walked out of the grocery store and back to the house.
-
“What is that?” Vladislav said from the kitchen. Viago stopped. He was standing in front of the doorway.
“Nothing,” Viago replied.
“Are you planning on having humans over? That is not pasketty.”
“No, it is not for humans. It’s for Anton. He’s coming over tomorrow.”
“What?! And you didn’t think to tell your roommates that?”
“Well… I was going to tell you,” Viago lied. “Is there a problem? We are all friends now, right?”
“Not exactly…”
“What’s going on?” Deacon asked, appearing out of thin air. “What’s all this food for?”
“He’s having the werewolf over.” Vlad explained.
“We are friends!” Viago cried. “I am allowed to have friends over. Nick has Stu over all the time!”
“That’s true…” Deacon said. “Just… don’t make a mess with all that.”
“We won’t,” Viago said in a huff, and he left to go to his room and stash the food away for the next night.
-
Anton knocked on the door to the Vampire house, “Beauty and the Beast” and “Aladdin” in hand. Viago answered, wearing the hoodie Anton brought. Anton wasn’t sure what to make of this.
“Come in!” Viago said with a big smile. They went to the living room and Anton couldn’t contain a slight jaw drop at the amount of food on the coffee table between the TV and the couch. “I got snacks and some beer. Mortals like that, right?”
“Yeah,” Anton said. The raw meat was a little weird, but other than that, it was mostly normal junk food. Chips, cheetos, doritos, pepperidge farm cookies, donuts, and a six pack of beer. It was a lot for one person, but Anton figured he should be polite and eat some of it. After setting up the DVD and getting it started, he discreetly checked the expiration date on the chips just for safety, and it was 2 years away. He opened the bag and cracked open a beer.
Viago watched Belle’s story with the same intensity as he watched Ariel’s. By the time Gaston was convincing the town to kill the beast, Viago was snuggled up with him again, and Anton had just finished his second beer. His head felt pleasantly relaxed, but his stomach felt tight, but not in an unpleasant way. He took a bite of a donut and looked down at the box. It originally had 12 in it and was down to six. This was mildly shocking, but the full moon was 4 days away, and his hunger always increased around this time. Still, he wasn’t upset exactly, he felt kind of sated and cozy and happy, Viago around him and buzzed and warmed by a blanket that had mysteriously appeared on the couch.
“Oh!” Viago cried as Gaston fell into the abyss. “Is he dead?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Anton replied. He ran his hand through Viago’s fluffy hair, and vaguely thought he’d never do this sober. But he wasn’t even that drunk, not really. Two beers wasn’t enough to get him drunk, not with his heightened werewolf tolerance. It was more the atmosphere than anything, alone in a dark room watching kids’ movies with a vampire who seemed to want to cuddle him and bought him a bunch of food he ate way too much of.
“Did you enjoy snack treats?” Viago asked, turning away from the movie.
Anton nodded. “Probably too much,” he said, with a pat to his belly.
When “Beauty and the Beast” ended, Viago made him put on “Aladdin,” and then, he sat back down, and found himself going through more of the food and beer. He had to physically move it away from him halfway through the movie otherwise he was gonna get stuck to the couch. He heard Viago make a sad quiet little moan noise as he got up a little to move the food away.
When Anton sat back down, Viago gently moved his hand over Anton’s tummy, and left it there.
When “Aladdin” ended, Anton stretched and yawned.
“Could this be… regular, maybe?” Viago asked shyly. “You come over with movies? It is making me forget all about Katherine.”
Oh right. Katherine.
“Yeah,” Anton said with a nod. “Probably not before the next full moon, though. The pack really needs me this time of the month. Afterwards though, I’d love to keep doing this.”
“Delightful,” Viago replied.
-
As promised, movie nights became a habit. The pack felt jealous but Anton sternly told them that they were not invited. He felt a little bad about it, but he also reasoned that the couch couldn’t fit all of them, and that seemed to make sense to most of them. Several of them barely wanted to step foot in the vampire house anyways; it was more about Anton being taken from them. And he deserved to have his own thing.
Viago always had a ridiculous amount of “snack treats” for him, and it was becoming kind of a guilty pleasure to eat as much as he pleased. He always had to be on his best behavior around the pack, eating his greens and always being the sober friend. And while he wasn’t getting blackout, some of the nights it was nice to unwind with a drink or two and not worry about everyone else, and eat junk food without judgment or worries about being a bad role model.
Plus… it was time alone with Viago. To whom he was getting very attached. They’d often talk now, after the movies, about the story, the characters, than anything. Viago told Anton about his homeland and his parents, and Anton told Viago about his shit dad and what “carding” meant.
Viago was starting to take up more space in Anton’s head. While he used to think about nothing but the pack, Viago, would, sometimes, edge them out. That made him feel kind of guilty, but he couldn’t help it. Stuff would remind him of Viago, and he missed him when they weren’t together. And… and he wanted to do more than cuddle. It took him having a dream of kissing Viago after a movie to realize it, but yeah. He was attracted to Viago. And he was the guy helping Viago get over his ex.
Anton was a pretty forward thinking guy, but Viago was literally 380 years old. What did he think of queer people??
And then, one night, things started to change.
At the end of “Mulan,” Viago looked up at him.
“I am hungry,” he said.
“Oh?” Anton asked. “Well, uh, I’ve been thinking about it, and I can probably handle the blood loss. Wolf blood regenerates. If you want a snack.”
“Really?” Viago asked. “I admit I am very jealous of your ability to snack during the movie.”
“Maybe don’t be,” Anton said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’ve definitely put on a few since these movie nights began, and you started having all this food for me,” he added, patting his tummy, which had been pulling his shirts and jeans tighter and tighter. Viago practically salivated at the sight, and an electric shock rippled through Anton’s whole body. Was that salivation indication that Viago wanted to eat him? Or was it… attraction? Well, if he bled to death tonight he’d have his answer.
“May I?” Viago asked, gesturing at his neck.
“Yeah, go for it. Just-- promise me if I ask you to stop I’ll stop.”
“I’ll stop,” Viago said. “No promises the blood won’t keep coming out, though.”
“Wolves scab quickly.”
Viago bit him, and it was a rather strange sensation. Anton felt just a bit lightheaded, but not outright dizzy. And then he heard Viago make a little moan and the dizziness came. Viago moaned a little more and then said, of all things, “Gott in himmel” and then let go. Anton bled a little bit but scabbed up quickly, like he said he would. Viago wiped his mouth away and leaned back on the couch.
“What?” Anton asked, hoping Viago couldn’t hear his heart pumping.
“Lot of blood.”
“Makes sense. Told you it regenerates fast.”
Viago just laid there for a moment, starting to register how tight his stomach felt. He gently pressed his belly and winced in pain.
“This is bad,” Viago said.
“I’m pretty intimately familiar with the feeling at this point,” Anton said with another dark chuckle.
Viago moaned at the thought. While he wasn’t particularly enjoying the feeling of being overfull, the thought of Anton experiencing it lit up his brain. Things were going so well, Anton had clearly accepted his gifts and was enjoying them freely. He was getting softer, so well cared for. Viago had to move to the next level. Why he chose to feed off Anton was beyond him. Maybe it was the intimacy of his mouth on Anton’s neck. Now he had another chance.
“Could you… rub it for me? Make the pain go away?”
Sure, it wasn’t the gentlemanly thing to do. He should be doing things for Anton and taking care of him. But this wasn’t exactly traditional, was it? Anton was also a man. Viago had never courted a man before (he wasn’t sure it was done in the past, but humans seemed to be a bit more okay with it now). Anton already did nice things for him too, that’s how this all started.
“Um, okay,” Anton said. He started over Viago’s clothing, but Viago silently lifted up his hoodie and shirt, and Anton gingerly made contact with his skin. Anton was good at belly rubs (he was good at everything). Viago made happy little noises.
After a few minutes, Anton stopped, and Viago made a little whining noise and sat up.
“I should… get going,” Anton said awkwardly.
“Oh,” Viago pouted. “Well, thank you…”
“Yeah, of course, mate,” Anton said, giving him an awkward friendly punch in the arm. He got up, and then Viago turned and leaned over the couch.
“You don’t have to go!” Viago said, desperately. Too desperately. “You can stay. Here.”
“I… the pack,” Anton replied.
“Oh right.” Viago slumped back down into the couch, and Anton rushed out.
-
The night was cold, but Anton’s face remained red-hot the whole speed-walk home. Whatever happened just then was clearly very intimate, but in a way he didn’t understand. Maybe Viago didn’t understand either. He wanted him to stay? To touch him in a place regular friends don’t touch?
His mind was thrown back to Viago poking him in the stomach to wake him up that first night. The weight he’d gained since then. Every day he was worried someone in the pack would bring it up. He couldn’t help himself and he didn’t know why. He liked it when Viago watched him eat.
He liked it when Viago watched him eat.
Anton sat down on the curb on an empty quiet street and took some deep breaths. He was panicking a little and the last thing he needed was to wolf out all alone.
In through the nose, hold, out through the mouth.
In through the nose, hold, out through the mouth.
Viago caressing his tummy and kissing him softly and sweetly-- fuck.
He took a few more deep breaths, and decided resolutely to confront Viago tomorrow night. They couldn’t stay in this strange phase forever, something deeper than friends but nothing explicitly romantic or sexual. He hoped Viago wouldn’t react poorly, wouldn’t be offended at the idea of homosexuality, wouldn’t tell Anton he was getting the wrong signals. Either way, he was gonna do it. Did he really want to be friends with a homophobe anyways?
His confidence steadied him, and he came home to the usual barrage of questions about what happened to him. Someone pointed out the bite marks and everyone got very upset very quick and Anton had to use every method in the book to get them to calm down and not go on a vampire hunt.
-
Later that night, as he was changing for bed, he stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. His stomach spilled out over his pajama pants, and wasn’t quite covered by the shirt he was wearing. He had love handles now, and tits. He sighed deeply. Most of all, he hoped Viago wouldn’t think he was ugly. That seemed like the worst outcome imaginable.
-
The following night, Anton showed up with “101 Dalmations.” He had run out of Renessance Era films to show Viago and picked an older favorite of his.
Viago let him in, and they went to the living room where the usual display of food was set out. Anton didn’t take anything when he sat on the couch after popping the DVD in. Viago snuggled up close to him immediately, and Anton had his arm around him. He wasn’t quite sure when the best time to tell Viago he liked him more than as a friend was. Maybe he should’ve done it before popping in the movie.
10 minutes in, Viago looked up at him. “Are you not hungry?” he asked.
“Eh,” Anton said. “I really shouldn’t… look at what eating all that junk has done,” he said, grabbing a bit of chub on his tummy and shaking it.
Viago’s eyes went wide again. “You are very pretty.”
Anton blushed at the nonsequitor. “Um, what?”
Viago looked up at his eyes. “You look very pretty like this.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
Viago smoothed out Anton’s shirt and rubbed his hand gently down his tummy and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You look so nice,” he said gently.
“Um, Viago, can I talk to you seriously for a moment?” Anton squeaked out.
Viago slowly sat up and got cross legged on the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just… well I know you’re still getting over Katherine, but things have been-- between us-- Viago… I um, I have feelings… for… you,” Anton said, looking down, and then back up at his perplexed face. “Romantic ones,” he added for clarity.
Viago smiled a little. “Oh, that is lovely! I have romantic feelings for you too.”
He admitted it so fucking easliy. What the fuck??
“I am so glad it worked,” he continued. “I know mortals loved food and I thought it would be the perfect way to court you like a proper gentleman, not to mention… well… I already said. You look so pretty.”
Anton stared at him, a little dumbstruck, trying to process what he heard.
Viago’s face fell. “Oh, sorry, did I do wrong? Did I not understand? What does ‘romantic’ mean now? Is it like that artistic movement, oh--”
Anton grabbed him and kissed him, not wanting to hear him jabber on in distress any longer. Viago kissed him back and melted in his arms.
“Oh,” Viago said again, but in a completely different tone.
“I was so worried,” Anton said, pressing his forehead to Viago’s, “that you didn’t know of or like gay people--”
“Happy people?”
“No,” Anton said with a laugh. “Men who like men.”
“Don’t all men like men?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well I like men. You.” Viago squeezed Anton’s tummy playfully.
“I wanna be clear,” Anton said. “You like this?” he gestured at himself.
Viago nodded.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “You’re nice and soft and warm… everything I’m… not.”
“Oh,” Anton said, cupping Viago’s jaw in his hand. “You’re very nice, Viago. And you always have the softest clothes and hair and well… your stomach is a bit soft too,” then his tone changed. “I’m sure if you keep drinking my blood past your limits you’ll be soft and warm in no time.”
Viago bit his bottom lip and blushed as much as a vampire can. Then he leaned forward and tackled Anton onto the couch and kissed him.
“I am going to take such good care of you,” Viago said, hands placed on either side of Anton’s torso. “My chubby wolf.”
The phrase alone made something warm buzz through Anton. Chubby wolf. HIS chubby wolf. Wolves weren’t supposed to be chubby, they were apex predators, and Anton was the alpha, supposedly the top dog in charge of the pack. “Chubby” and “wolf” were just oxymorons, plain and simple, but maybe Anton wanted to be both. Maybe he wanted Viago to make him chubbier, and be soft and cuddle on the couch with Disney movies, and kissing and sex would complete the fantasy.
“Sorry, let me text Stu,” Anton said, getting up.
“What? Why?”
“I’m telling him I’m not coming home tonight.”
“Oh,” Viago’s eyes went wide.
Anton sent a quick text on his phone, and then shut it and threw it away.
“Call me ‘chubby wolf’ again.”
“You’re my chubby wolf,” Viago obliged with no hesitation. “Your mine, and no one else’s, and I’m going to take such good care of you and you’ll be my chubby wolf forever.”
Anton kissed him passionately to let him know it was true.