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Fucking hell. You’d think Anton would have gotten used to this feeling. It had been months of feeding Viago from his own vein. Months having gotten well used to just how fucking hungry overworking his regenerative ability made him.
He had left the vampire house when the sun rose. He had tried to avoid getting… overenthusaistic. He had been eating all day, little snacks, never too much at once. Trying to prevent himself from losing control of that hunger. Trying to prevent this.
But there had been fresh meat in the fridge at the vampire house when he had arrived a little before sunset, over-eager to see Viago. The wolf hadn’t taken over his body, but it had consumed his mind. Still in human form, he had eaten enough for the wolf to be satisfied.
It had been nearly everything the vampires now kept in their kitchen for when Nick came over with Stu and any other of the pack they brought along. Beer and milk, chips and bread, a lot of red meat… which had been the thing that set the wolf off in the first place.
Anton was on the floor of the kitchen, hands on his belly, brows furrowed and feeling, overall, terribly embarrassed. He could hear Viago waking up and getting out of his coffin, in the next room. And when the vampire stepped through the door and saw him, Anton felt the heat of a blush crawl over his face.
“I’ll pay you back for the food,” was the first thing he panted out when he saw Viago.
Viago, bless him, looked concerned. He was frowning, his face contorted in worry, his eyes gleaming with compassion under the flickering fluorescent bulbs of the old house.
“Anton, what’s wrong?” he said and his voice was softer than usual as he knelt down beside the werewolf.
Viago’s eyes raked over Anton’s form and settled on Anton’s belly where his hands rested. It looked maybe more prominent than it usually was, and Anton knew that, and the shifting look in Viago’s eyes let him know Viago could tell too.
“Did you eat too much?” Viago asked softly. “Why?”
Odd thing to ask, as far as Anton was concerned, but he supposed it was fair. And Viago was full of little oddnesses that made him absolutely delightful. “Happens sometimes. Get hungry, the wolf freaks out and you get a little carried away. Can’t really—” Anton burped into his fist. “Sorry, fuck—control yourself. Can’t control yourself.”
“And this has happened often,” Viago asked, but… no, that was a statement. How did he know that?
“Yeah, all that blood-giving. Supernatural healing, supernatural energy expendature, supernatural hunger, I guess,” Anton said. “How’d you know?”
“Your blood has been… richer, lately. And over these months, I don’t know how to explain… how do you call it? The appearance of prosperity? With your belly.”
“The what?” Anton asked, baffled. At the same time as he was confused and almost offended, something fluttered when Viago mentioned his belly. And, did Viago mean… He’d known he’d gained a bit of weight, but he hadn’t known it had been visible. Anxiety flooded his chest as he wondered if the pack had noticed. Did they think he was getting soft? Would he have to fight for alpha?
“Yeah, you are softer. Prettier,” Viago said.
It was an eccentric choice of words for… just a friend, but Viago was an eccentric man—or, vampire, rather. All the same parts though. He hoped. Or, no he didn’t, because that would be a little creepy, seeing as Viago was so old he probably didn’t know gay people existed, and Anton was just… sort of pathetic.
“Chubby?” Anton asked, because it was the only world that came to mind given that ‘fat’ didn’t really apply.
Viago’s eyes went a little wide as he smiled. They were real fucking Disney princess eyes. They seemed to sparkle on command. Viago offered a hand for Anton to get off the floor, and he took it, groaning in discomfort as he stood.
Anton kept his hands on his belly as they walked. He wasn’t sure if that actually helped moving around with how terribly full he felt, but it at least seemed to. Viago had never let go of his hand, but the vampire’s hand did keep slipping almost completely out of his, the vampire walking much quicker than Anton was willing to keep up with in his current state.
“You seem eager about something,” Anton managed, doing a poor job of hiding the pant in his breath now they were moving and he actually needed to breathe a little more but he didn’t have the room in his body for his lungs to expand to capacity.
Viago was perhaps a little overenthusiastic with Anton as he pushed him down onto the settee, their settee, where Viago fed from him almost every night. Anton moaned, pained and long, with his hands at the crest of his swollen-full stomach.
Anton was tired. He didn’t know if he had the mental energy to submit himself to the intensity of what Viago wanted him to do. Of course, he was no doubt overflowing with blood now he’d eaten, but it was the emotional aspect of the thing. It was brilliant, but it required a lot of him, and now his body was fully on the rest-and-digest track, he didn’t know if he… oh dear. But Viago was nosing his neck in such a way, making little excited, permission-asking keening noises rhythmically into Anton’s throat like he was being fucked stupid, and that just…
“I dunno if I can do it tonight, mate. Kind of tired,” Anton said quietly, butterflies consuming his insides.
“Pleeeease,” Viago asked, humming into the crook of Anton’s neck. “Nn, I’m so hungry.” Viago suddenly sucked at a spot on Anton’s throat, not biting because he hadn’t asked. But it felt… and the words… please, please, he was so hungry…
It went straight to Anton’s cock. And he hadn’t noticed the way the vampire was practically lying on top of him, wriggling as he begged. “Please, Anton, please,” and the way he was using Anton’s name, too, and the way. Oh god, Anton needed to get him off before he felt Anton’s very obvious growing interest, and it was honestly probably too late, but Viago was still begging, and—
“Viago!” Anton snapped, making full use of his ‘pack alpha is telling you off’ voice.
Immediately, Viago sprung off of him. Anton felt a little bad, watching Viago’s eyes wide and concerned, experiencing some kind of full-body tremble, not breathing like he habitually usually did. He looked like he was afraid Anton would shatter.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t— I mean, if you didn’t want— I didn’t mean—”
“Fucking hell,” Anton said, breaking his own rule. “I’m sorry, you were just doing things like normal, I’m just… feeling a little weird tonight, alright?” He prayed that vampires couldn’t smell arousal like wolves could. Viago seemed to be going to speak again, so Anton interrupted. “I can, if you need it. I just need a… a few minutes.”
“I am sorry, no, it’s okay!” Viago said. “I do not really need to eat tonight anyways, so yeah, I’ll be fine! It’s just about what’s cool with you, I guess.”
Anton had heard Viago speak like that a million times. The confused mix of long-form and casual wording was never any less awkward, but it seemed, on Viago, to belong.
Anton smiled, which made Viago relax back into a small smile too. “Thought you were so hungry?” Anton asked. Viago blushed. And then something occurred to Anton. He’d been feeding Viago nearly every night. ...I do not really need to eat tonight anyways…
“Viago…” Anton said quietly. “How long until you’ll actually be hungry again?”
“Oh, I’m not really sure about this. Yeah, I don’t know,” Viago said. Instead of his calm usual lack of eye contact, Viago was looking rapidly around the room and anywhere but Anton.
“I don’t think it’s exactly a secret you’ve been overindulging a little,” Anton said, trying to sound casual and maybe possibly failing quite badly when his voice came out breathy and deep. “So don’t be embarrassed about it. But, this is something we do together. And, I’d just… like to know.”
“Well, uh, the thing is… I mean, the want of blood is there all of the time? So the hunger is really always there? But actually a need of blood is, yeah, maybe… twice a… twice, three times a month?
“So…” Anton said, his mouth dry, a little dizzy. “Let me get this straight.” He burped again into his fist, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. “You’re eating, what, maybe ten times as much as you need right now? I mean, not right now, but, you know… with our thing we’ve been doing every night?”
Viago shifted uncomfortably in place, sitting back down next to Anton. “Yes,” Viago said, and then he frowned. “No. Maybe… maybe twice that, I… I am not getting half as much out of a normal human person as I do from you. You… I’m sorry.”
Anton couldn’t find it in himself to be angry. He didn’t know why Viago seemed to think he would be. He tried to laugh, but it pressed firmly into his stomach and he had to stop himself. “You little glutton,” just slipped out, tone amused and fond, before he caught himself. He blushed at how rude of a thing that was to say. He blushed at how just thinking about calling Viago that made his heart race.
Viago deflated even further, if that was possible. Anton sucked in a breath, still more or less pinned to the couch by his fullness, but very much considering moving again just to lean into Viago.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Anton said. “I just thought it was funny. Really, I’m happy to… open a vein, I suppose. Anytime, mate. It doesn’t matter if you ‘need’ it. It makes you feel good, right?”
Viago smiled, his face immediately lighting back up, his demeanour shifting back into joy as he bounced a little in place with excitement. Anton wondered if vampires really could make their eyes sparkle on command.
“Yeah,” Viago hissed in his adorable little accent with a cringe. “I’m sorry about it. But you must… I mean, I would very much like for you to understand that, um, I am always hungry. And you… you make me feel full.”
Anton did lean over, then, to take ahold of Viago’s hand firmly. “I’ll always be here to fill you up,” Anton said. Viago immediately pulled a face, and Anton mirrored it. “Yeah, bad… I won’t say that again. Sorry.”
They both laughed. For Anton, it was… extremely uncomfortable. But it was real, and it was intimate.