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"Mein Hündchen, I'm getting hungry," Viago complained, leaning over the chair to Anton, who sat across the room.
"There are windows all over the place, and the Sun's still up," Anton rolled his eyes, explaining as he had for a while now, "want to play something else in the meantime?"
"I think we've played everything you have here," Viago shrugged, "still doesn't help that I'm hungry."
"Why don't I get one of my pack to bring someone?" Anton suggested, the idea immediately making Viago shake his head.
"No, don't bother them with it, it's daylight anyways," Viago waved his hand, leaning on the chair as he looked up to Anton. The werewolf looked over, a strange sense of sympathy washing over him. Asking one of the boys downstairs to bring someone for Viago certainly would make Viago apologise and likely reject it, but he couldn't just let Viago suffer until sunset. Slowly, he shifted, pulling his clothes over his shoulder. Viago watched with intent as Anton struggled, curiosity taking over rather than asking if he needed help.
Soon enough, Anton got fed up, stripping his upper bare and huffing at the clothes. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Viago.
"Feed from me, even if just to keep you until sunset," Anton offered, moving his shoulder in Viago's direction. Sure, his shoulders were quite practically covered in hair, but it was better than nothing. Viago looked in shock, "meine liebe, I couldn't, it's far too dangerous."
"It's better than waiting for sunset," Anton shrugged, "and what's the worst that could happen?"
"You become a werewolf vampire? Or I do! Anton, we can't," Viago tried to excuse, the offer no doubt crossing his mind.
"Sounds better to me, all the more reason to stay with you," Anton smirked, his head gesturing for Viago to come closer. And that, he did. Viago slowly floated closer, taking in the earthy, doggy smell of the other. He had learnt to love it, even recognising it amongst the other werewolves. He gulped, looking over Anton's shoulder, his gaze trailing up to his face.
"I will have to pay you back afterwards," Viago smiled, finally lowering to antons shoulder. His tongue gently glazed over the area with the fairly least amount of hair before he sank his fangs in.
Anton gasped, his muscles tensing at the prick. He gulped, trying to keep his mind in order as Viago drank. To Viago, the flinch went mostly unnoticed, many of his victims had much worse reactions than the simple flinch, but it still left the worry that he was going to hurt Anton too much. By the time Anton's healing caught up with the bleeding, Viago felt more fulfilled than he had been. The vampire looked up to Anton, his face now redder than the bite on his shoulder.
"Danke, Anton," Viago smiled, gently kissing the werewolf's far-overdue-for-a-shave cheek.
"Uh, Vi?" Anton hesitated, his hand gliding up to Viago. The vampire leaned around, trying to get a good look at Antons face to vague the reaction.
"Ja? Are you alright, dizzy? Nauseated?" Viago asked. Quickly, he caught on to a change. Anton's smell. Sure, his sense of smell itself wasn't as good as Anton, but he picked up on a change of smell. He recognised the smell reflected Anton's emotion, this particular one being arousal. Clearly, the bite had done something to Anton, but not something that either of them anticipated.
"I want you to bite me again," Anton asked, moving his face away.
"Biting made you aroused?" Viago said, surprised, "oh, my sweet puppy. It's dangerous for me to bite you too much, even if you enjoy it."
"I don't care, feels good," Anton shook his head, mumbling a little.
Viago instead let his hands wander over Anton's bare chest, his nails scratching around his pectoral muscles. Though, after so many years of not really as much exercise, layers of fat made his chest and stomach squishy, more fun for Viago than arousing. Viago smiled up to Anton, his fingers sliding over his pink nipples, making him hiss.
Looking down, he could see Anton's straining in the grey sweatpants. Oh those grey sweatpants. Viago figured the sweatpants could do a number on anyone, but with the combination of Anton's scent, Anton's noises, Anton's cock straining the sweatpants and just Anton made it so much better. Viago could probably get drunk off only this and live happily for the rest of eternity.
Viago let his hand press on Anton's crotch, watching his reaction. He flinched, his face screwing as he tried to buck into Viago's hand.
"Mein Hündchen, you're desperate," Viago noted, his voice surprisingly innocent in comparison to how his hand practically groped the werewolf. He continued like this, a mix of kissing and groping, leaving Anton whimpering mixes of vi, please and bite me, now and harder, just a bit more.
Viago raised to Anton's eye level before leaning in to kiss around his jawline. The closer Viago got to Antons ear, the more his pleading became desperate.
"Vi, Vi, Vi, please, bite me, bite me again," Anton pleaded. The alpha he presented to everyone almost dissipated as Viago controlled him with an iron fist around his dick, practically literally.
Viago grazed his teeth against his jawline, Anton practically tensed completely, his body going rigid simply at the temptation.
Finally, Viago sank his fangs into Anton's neck, away from where it would be fatal, but with more than enough blood flow to let Viago drink like a glutton.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuu- viago!" Anton whimpered, canting his hips as he released in his sweatpants. His hands gripped Viago's back, practically clawing the clothes off his back. His eyes rolled as his noises soon faded, leaving the werewolf in not more than breathless panting. As he came down from his high, Anton released Viago from his grip.
"My my, Anton, I didn't know the bite could do this to you," Viago laughed, "I could practically taste how excited you are."
"Yeah, yeah, laugh at me. Just let me change before this…" Anton gestured to his crotch, "gets any more uncomfortable to sit with."