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Vlad had loved Christmas.
Ever since he was a kid, some of his fondest memories were around the tree with his father and mother watching him unwrap the one gift he got every year. Holiday lights up twinkling all around him.
Well, he had remembered it as nostalgic, happy memory, when in reality it was spent like any old day, besides from the scientist kit wrapped in the corner, it was just like any day. His father wouldn't take a break laying his hands on his mother, even on 'special days'.
He was determined since his first kid to break the chain of awful holiday's, and made sure to do the whole shebang! Lights, a big tree, a Christmas dinner, a shit load of presents, everything he could do for his son Dorian. And ten folds to his daughter Vivian, he had with his second wife.
But now, Vivian was 18. His wife had... Hah, mysteriously disappeared months prior. And Dorian was across seas at collage. He bought Vivian everything she had wanted of course, but she wanted to be at her grandparents for Christmas, so that left Vlad alone.
Alone.
Well, not completely. Not if you counted the robot SB, he had made In the image of his two late wife's.
Oh and of course Henry, couldn't forget him. Henry didn't have any place to go so like any day when he had nothing to do, he went and bothered Vlad. And Vlad was sure that Henry was cursed before but now, Christmas Eve night. Snow picking up more then it had in years, and they got snowed in.
Vlad had put more wood in the fireplace, making sure to keep the room warm. Henry was hypersensitive to the cold, and as much as Vlad said he didn't care for Henry he still couldn't see him like that, he was gonna get sick! So he got in dad mode and got Henry a blanket, and made him cup of coco, and himself a black coffee.
"For the love of-"He sighed "I told you Vlad I'm f-fi-fi-" he stuttered and scrunched up his nose taking a dramatic inhale before sneezing just as dramatically, right on Vlad. Snot and all.
Vlad wanted to yell at him. And usually he would. But Henry looked just so pathetic, snot running down his red nose, all curled up in Vlads personal favorite blanket with that stupid pouty face. He wiped the snot off his cheek "Your nearly 40 stop pouting like a 5 year old."He sat the tissue box on the table beside him.
"Yeah yeah.."he didn't have enough energy to argue with Vlad, just cuddling more into the blanket that was comfortable in itself, but still not enough warmth, he felt greedy for it. "Vlad."Henry looked up at the scientist. "take off my clothes.."he said in a whiny tone, the uncomfortably of the jeans and jacket he came in had gotten to much for his fevered self. He didn't mean it in a sexy way but of course hearing that Vlad couldn't help the flush that spread across his cheeks. Perhaps another day Henry will ask that in a different sense, but now's definitely not the time for that.
Ew.
He even felt kinda gross at himself. Not the time. Henry was very clearly not in a state for that.
Vlad striped Henry of everything but his boxers that had a pattern of rats-mice? Eating cheese, Vlad openly laughed at them "very cute Henry." Vlad teased and went to get another blanket for the man. "Mhm I knew you'd like them."Henry said absentmindedly, Vlad noted his face was more relaxed without the suffocating clothes on. He draped the blanket over Henry.
Vlad kinda stood there for a awkward moment. Henry looked up at him, raising a eyebrow "You gonna sit down?"
....
Vlad didn't know how much time had passed with him cuddled up with the now asleep Henry, just listening to the others heartbeat, matching his breathing. Vlad hadn't remembered a moment he was so calm, maybe sexually confused, but calm non the less, relaxed.
Their legs were Tangled together under the stack of blankets Henry had demanded. and even as Vlad touched his skin he was cold to the touch. Good thing he was here to warm the Cold man up. He loved taking care of Henry he realized. Maybe it's just cause he's a father at heart, but it was different with Henry then anyone else.
His eyes had gotten heavier and heavier and before he knew it he had fallen asleep on top of Henry. The usually angry man calmer, and happier then he had been in years.