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On their way from one lame Halloween party to another, Tommy, Oli, and Louis are shuffling down the street on the edge of campus. They’re weary but not ready to call it a night. After a bit of taunting and a dare he can’t back down from, Louis finds himself in front of a dark home about to beg for some candy.
A bit tipsy, Louis takes a stab at the doorbell, the guys snickering somewhere back on the pavement, probably ducking behind the hedge.
The porch light flicks on and the door opens after the second ring, and oh, god, what has Louis done to deserve this? Standing before him is Dr. Styles in rumpled linen trousers and a thick mossy green cardigan over a tight white tee, with his glasses perched amongst the curls, one eyebrow cocked and lip quirked.
“So, hey, umm, trick or treat?” Louis manages to spit out. Suddenly, his bad boy leather clad vampire look just seems childish. As Dr. Styles' other eyebrow raises, so does the blush up Louis’ neck to his cheeks. He’s always been quite cocky, a little brash, but there’s something about his crush from freshman year that’s almost making him wish he’d just walked on by. Almost.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” responds the man, crossing his arms but settling against the doorframe. Seeing Louis falter, he continues, “I’m afraid I’m all out of treats, so tricks it’ll have to be.”
Emboldened by this quip, Louis tilts his head, glancing over the figure before him, interest piqued.
“You know, Dr. Styles,” Louis begins.
“Call me Harry; we’re far enough away from campus and Stats 101 that it shouldn’t matter anymore.”
Louis’s impish grin grows, and he’s stepping even closer. “You know, Harry, I’m beginning to think that all my tricks could turn out to be treats for the both of us. And it’s pretty late, maybe it’s time to settle in for the night -- what do you think? Are you going to invite me in?”
Harry nods his head as he leans into Louis, dragging his nose across his cheek and catching his earlobe between his teeth, ending with a nip and slow inhale. Letting go, he whispers lowly, just for Louis, “Please do join me. I couldn’t bear ending this night alone.”
“Night lads! I’ll make my own way home,” Louis calls over his shoulder as he steps across the threshold.
Catching Louis’ wrist as he shuts the door, Harry begins to pull Louis towards a faintly lit room. Candles encircle an empty space, cleared of furniture, large symbols chalked onto the hardwood floor. What should have caused Louis to pause only pushes him further into the incense laden atmosphere, eyes gleaming at the opportunity laid out before him.
“I knew the moment I saw you at the door I had to have you, possess you, but your scent, although faint, it’s clear. It’s fortunate you arrived just in time. How’s your appetite?”
As Louis slides his hands under Harry’s layers, up his ribs, and around his back, pulling him into his frame, he allows his canines to extend, arousal taking hold. He takes a swipe of Harry’s neck with his tongue, grazes the skin with his teeth, then gently purses his lips to draw just a few beads of blood.
“I had no idea I was in for such a delectable treat,” Louis answers as he begins shedding their clothing. “You had a pull on me, but you hid your glimmer well.”
Taking a moment to read each other’s runes and talismans inked onto their skin, tracing the lines with their fingertips, they both come to an understanding. Mage and vamp they may be, but they were written for each other.
Sinking to the floor, straddling Harry’s thighs, Louis silently asks for permission to draw on Harry’s essence. Arching his back and baring his soul, Harry gives himself over to Louis to take what he needs. And so this thing of beauty begins.