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Anton loved snacks.
He always had some on him, always munching away. Sandwiches in the ice box for him and the pack after the full moon to tide them over for their big meal at home.
Popcorn and crisps for their games night with the vampires (and a fridge stocked with blood bags of course, Anton was nothing but the perfect host).
It was in his nature to provide of course, being the alpha, but Viago had an inkling they were as much for him as they were for the others.
Anton had looked embarrassed when he'd first mentioned it, laying on the couch together, Viago's head resting on Anton's delightfully soft and comfortable stomach.
Turning a delicious shade of red, and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Anton had, to Viago's dismay, put down the bag of mini donuts he had been munching through.
'Um. Yeah guess I could cut back a little,' he said, patting his belly near Viago's head, and frowning at it's slight jiggle.
'Do not be ashamed my wolf,' Viago had reassured him. 'It gives me great pleasure to see you happy and content.' He slid his hand under Anton's t shirt, rubbing and squeezing at the pliable, warm flesh he found there.
'Alive, beautiful, cared for. I like that you can indulge.'
Anton had turned even more red and tried to squirm away, but Viago only nuzzled further in, and nipped at the roundest part below Anton's belly button sticking out above the waistline of his joggers, causing Anton to yelp.
Viago merely laughed and settled back down. 'Mmm. My comfy wolf.'
Anton considered in silence a moment, and Viago felt himself grin when he heard the familiar rustle of a hand in the donut bag.