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Guillermo strolled through the aisles of his local ShopRite, Nandor trailing along half a step behind him. He wasn’t sure why today was the day Nandor decided to join him — he enjoyed his company, but it certainly did drag a routine half-hour trip into something closer to two hours.
“What is this?” Nandor asked, picking up a plastic container of peaches. “Diced peaches? This does not look like a peach at all, it’s all watery.” His lip was curled up at the corners, and he quickly put back the package.
“Diced peaches are a little different, they’re more convenient…” Guillermo watched as Nandor stepped past him to instead look at the next part of the aisle, clearly ignoring whatever Guillermo had to say.
He barely even remembered what he came to pick up at this point. Who knew distraction was contagious? After all these years, he really should’ve known.
“And these little things? Euch, pineapple? In this little metal can? Where are the spikes? It cannot be healthy.” Nandor shook his head, and then shook the can. His lips pursed as — shockingly — nothing happened.
Guillermo watched him as he very tenderly put the can back on the shelf, and startled as a call came from behind him.
“Guillermo? Is that you, man?”
It wasn’t a voice he immediately recognized, but dread sunk in nevertheless. Running into anyone he knew — even his mother — would’ve been a nightmare to talk to in a ShopRite with his master.
But when he turned, his low expectations managed to be crushed. It wasn’t Jeremy, which would’ve been painful enough — considering. Well. Guillermo tried not to think about it.
Instead, it was someone he hadn’t seen in over 10 years, and was quite happy about it.
Matt, one of his teenage — bully was a strong word — annoyances, stood with a wide grin, and reached out to pat Guillermo’s shoulder readily.
He didn’t have to look around to just know Nandor was looking scandalized.
“Man! It’s been so long. You look great, love that haircut on you. How’ve you been, dude?” Matt said, sticking his hands in his too-loose jeans.
“Matt. Yeah. It’s great to see you — I thought you left Staten island for college? I didn’t know you’d come back.” Guillermo forced a polite smile, wishing for any type of intervention. This would be an ideal moment for Nandor to cut in, with demands of going home now. But alas, silence.
Matt nodded, a broad smile still on his face, and said, “Oh yeah, I graduated a few years ago, but nothing felt quite like home! And I loved growing up here. My girl, we met at NYU — she came back with me. And she’s pregnant, so. Gonna be a dad. Pretty great, huh?”
Guillermo’s eyebrows arched, and he forced his smile a bit wider. Nothing could’ve seemed less wise than Matt being a parent, from what he remembered of their interactions in high school.
There was a very large fence in Guillermo’s mind, that refused to think too long about the fact he was a virgin in his thirties with almost no friends other than his vampires, and nothing about his life was likely to end up changing until he was dead. But being dead was a positive thing here, because — vampires, clearly.
This conversation was edging way too close to that fence, and whenever it happened, it made him want to scream a little — or a lot. (It was a lot.)
“Congratulations,” he said instead. “I’m happy for you.”
“Who’s this you’re with? I see he’s into that goth thing, s’cool you found someone else into that stuff. I wouldn’t be able to tell with how you look now though! Very preppy.” Matt jerked his head behind Guillermo, where he could sense Nandor looming still.
Hovering wasn’t quite right — when Guillermo turned to look, Nandor was seemingly distracted, one hand on their cart and the other reading the label on the powdered donuts Guillermo had put in earlier.
“Oh, this is my M- boss,” he said, growing stiffer as he stuttered. The mocking that was surely going on inside Matt’s mind echoed in his own, and he found himself blurting, “And boyfriend, actually.
Meirda. He was an idiot.
He could practically feel the air grow colder as Nandor — not even two feet away — heard him lie. At least his master always loved to look aloof around strangers — the tongue lashing would likely come later, when they were alone.
Still, it was almost worth it as he watched Matt’s eyes widen, and he took a clear double-take at Nandor
Guillermo felt his smile curl into something genuine. Yeah, Nandor was hot. Clearly out of his league, but it was fine for this one lie.
“Boyfriend, huh? Well, congrats. Definitely a step up from Jeremy, eh?” Matt laughed, hand curled into a fist that he raised up to the air.
Guillermo very carefully didn’t look to acknowledge it. “Yes, well. It was good seeing you… We really should be heading home now. See you around, maybe.”
He grabbed a can off the shelf at random, and tossed it in with the rest of their groceries. He turned away and patted Nandor’s arm before starting down the aisle as briskly as he could without seeming rude.
He already regretted the overly-friendly gesture, but it felt like a lie even as thought it. It always felt good to show Nandor affection, even when it was something casual.
The squeak of their cart’s faulty wheel followed him. At least Nandor took the hint.
Any minute now, it would be coming.
Boyfriend, huh, Guillermo? As if.
Who was that, Guillermo? He was so stylish.
You shouldn’t presume so much, Guillermo, it’s very distasteful.
But instead, there was only the muffled noise of fellow shoppers and the annoying squeal of their cart.
When he looked at him from the corner of his eye, Nandor’s face was as perfectly smooth as he stared blankly head.
He felt his eyebrows furrowing — this was more concerning than what he was expecting, which was mostly whining. Was Nandor actually bothered?
Thinking back over the interaction, he came up blank. Other than being an extremely embarrassing liar, there was no reason for Nandor to be actually upset. Annoyed, and whiney about how his standards were so much higher, sure.
Maybe his pride was bruised — Guillermo did brush past introducing him, and Nandor didn’t get a word in the conversation.
“Sorry I didn’t fully introduce you, Master. He wasn’t someone I ever liked, definitely someone below speaking to you, really. And not worthy of knowing your name. I just thought we should get out of there as fast as we could,” he said.
“Hmmm,” Nandor said, dragging the sound out just a bit too long. “Well, if that’s the case, that’s fine.”
Guillermo breathed out a sigh of relief, and smiled at him. Genuinely, instead of the painted-on one he wore before. It was always validating when he guessed properly at what was bothering Nandor — more proof to the idea that he was the one who knew him best in this world.
“Yes, sorry, Master. It won’t happen again,” he said, edging at bringing up his embarrassing lapse — “boyfriend” — from earlier.
“I already said it was fine, Guillermo,” Nandor huffed, waving an elegant hand ahead of them to the check-out lane. “Now check us out.”
It was the first time since the conversation that Guillermo actually looked at the cart, and his smile curdled. It was much more packed than it had been last, and his bank account was going to cry.
He picked up the topmost box that had been thrown in the cart, and grimaced. 15 ounces of raisins. Yay.
If things didn’t end up so weird a week later, Guillermo wouldn’t have thought twice about that shopping trip.
Unless he happened to see any other couples, in which case, the memory would come flooding back along with a crushing embarrassment.
But Nandor started to act odd. Nothing so weird that it triggered any of Guillermo’s — slayer senses, for lack of a better term.
Even though he was a bodyguard now, he functioned almost exactly as a familiar when it came to Nandor’s everyday needs. Brushing his hair, helping dress him, tucking him into his coffin — it was all the same.
But three days this week, instead of waiting for Guillermo to dress him, he sent Guillermo off to fetch something random on the other side of the house, and when he came back, he’d be fully dressed, leaning against the coffin, or wall, or chair. The wall was where he was now, staring at a picture on the wall, as he obviously angled his body to be clear to Guillermo as he walked in.
Guillermo ignored it the first few times, but when Nandor’s heaved a sigh even louder than the past two times, he paused.
He was clearly missing something.
Was he supposed to be happy, or encouraging Nandor’s efforts to dress by himself? He was more-than a grown man, so Guillermo didn’t think it really needed praise. Plus, he didn’t really mind helping Nandor with his self-care.
Nandor often needed praise or he did wilt, so instead of brushing past it, Guillermo said, “You look very nice, Master. No wrinkles at all.”
At that, Nandor brushed a hand down his cape, and relaxed his stance. Clearly preening, he said, “Thank you, Guillermo. You look nice as well, today.”
“Oh? Uh, thank you, Master!” Guillermo blinked rapidly, feeling his face heat as it always did whenever Nandor was complimentary.
“What are we doing tonight?” Nandor asked, already headed out of his room.
Was there a schedule for the night Guillermo was forgetting about? Rapidly thinking over the past week, he said, “Laszlo and Nadja found some old film from cameras, they wanted me to go and get them printed sometime soon.”
Nandor’s face was blank as he stared at Guillermo expectantly.
What was he expecting? Guillermo guessed, “I don’t think the cameras were entirely full though, so I was hoping I could get some pictures of you — and the rest of everyone — before I got them printed out.”
Nandor’s sharp teeth came into full view as he grinned. “That is more like it, Guillermo. Fetch the cameras — we will go to the fancy room, so we can take fancy photos.” With a swish of his cape, Nandor disappeared.
Guillermo rubbed at an itch on his chin and tried not to swoon at the sight of Nandor’s smile aimed fully at him. 11 years and counting, he should really be immune to it by now.
Cameras. Much easier to fetch them from upstairs than to think too much about anything related to his attraction to Nandor.
True to his word, Nandor was waiting, stretched out elegantly on the fancy room’s couch.
“What took you so long, Guillermo? Were you monkeying about? I don’t want to see any bad photos of hallways when they are printed,” Nandor groused, as he rearranged himself on the couch.
“They were buried beneath a lot of other boxes, it took me a bit to get the right ones out,” Guillermo said, stacking the two spare cameras on the desk. He kept one in his hand, and lifted it up to his eye as he squinted through the small viewfinder.
After making sure Nandor was in frame, he snapped a photo. It wasn’t like any photo of him could be bad.
“You look good, Master.”
Nandor moved to sit leaning against the arm of the couch, the other curved along the back of it.
He snapped another picture.
“Thank you, Guillermo. How about you sit and join me for one? We can take— selfies? Self-eyes?”
“Selfies, yes,” he affirmed, before registering the rest of the sentence. “Oh, us, together? Sure, that sounds nice.”
It had been at least a few years since they took any pictures together, and Guillermo remembered very clearly the pictures of Nandor smiling and dancing happily with his old familiar, Benjy. They were shoved rather carelessly at one of the boxes of photos Laszlo found, but even still, Guillermo had burned with jealousy.
No trace of the jealousy remained now, as he sat too-close to his master on the couch. So they both were in frame, obviously, and for no other reason.
Face hot, he lifted the camera and guessed at where their faces would be. A big smile on his face, he clicked the button to take another photo.
“Tsk, Guillermo, your arms are too short,” Nandor said, plucking the camera from his grasp. “I will take the next one, because I am much bigger.”
“Oh! Alright, Master.”
Though he watched cautiously to make sure Nandor didn’t do anything like flip the camera upside down, he only stiffened once he felt the arm from the couch move to instead wrap around his shoulders.
The thick layers of Nandor’s clothing mimicked warmth, and made his face flush. He leaned back, forcing himself to relax against Nandor and smile again.
And since it was for a photo…
He leaned further against Nandor, his cheekbone almost pressed against the soft principle of Nandor’s beard. He smiled wider, and instead of the expected too close, guillmero, he heard the clicking of the camera.
Maybe Nandor’s boundaries really were softening. To distract himself from the rapid beating of his heart, he threw up a peace sign for the camera.
The need to push his luck crept upon him, and he turned to wrap his arms around Nandor’s torso. A kind of side-hug, but a hug nonetheless.
Instead of running away as Nandor tended to do, he didn’t say anything to stop it. Guillermo tuned out the clickclick of the camera, and turned to look at him.
“Master,” he started. “Have things—” been alright with you?
Rather than finish his sentence, he pursed his lips. Instead of Nandor paying attention, he was looking into the camera properly, and pointed it at Guillermo.
Talking to him about anything when he was distracted was asking to be ignored.
“Really?” he asked, scrunching his nose up but still putting a smile on.
“Yes, Guillermo.” Nandor was smiling, his fangs peeking from the sides of his lips. “You should give me a scary face, big scary slayer that you are.”
Guillermo, always eager to please, let the smile drop from his face and put on a scowl. Narrowed eyes and lips tightened, he lowered his face to glare upwards at the camera.
“Yes, like that!” Nandor cheered him on, clicking repeatedly. His finger stopped tapping and he pulled it away from his face to scowl at it. “Ah, I think this one is out. Guillermo, go get the other one.”
Guillermo ignored the lack of please, and got up to get the other camera.
“Take some of me next,” he heard Nandor say. When he turned, while Nandor was still on the couch, his legs were spread wide. And there was a sudden slash of clear skin down the center of his chest, where he had undone a series of buttons on his shirt.
“Right,” Guillermo said. He blinked rapidly, his brain taking too long to process what exactly he was feeling.
No need for this shock— Nandor didn’t think much of nudity, it was nothing to him.
Giving himself a mental shake, he raised the camera to take more pictures on the new batch of film.
He had to pull away moments later, to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Nandor rested his hands on the buttons of his shirt, and was undoing one slowly. And the smile on his face — it was nothing other than suggestive.
“Master?” Guillermo asked, in a softer voice than he intended.
“Keep going,” Nandor replied, another button snapping open under his hands. One of his hands rested inside the fold of his shirt, up against the bare skin.
Did Guillermo get hit by a truck recently? Because he sure felt like he had been, with the way his head was spinning now.
“Alright,” he replied, hoping his voice didn’t sound as empty as his brain felt.
Nandor’s smile was gone now, replaced with his straight face as he gazed at Guillermo — at the camera.
His finger had been tapping randomly at the old, one-use camera. When he glanced down, he saw no new pictures were being taken. Full.
“That’s all that’s left, Master,” he said.
Nandor’s intense expression faded, and he lifted an eyebrow. “There’s still one more camera left. How much film is there on that one?”
“Well, that one I thought we’d save and use with everyone else here?” He didn’t mean it to come out as a question, but his voice lifted at the end even still.
Nandor crossed his arms, covering a strip of the skin he had bared, but framing the top of his chest that was still very in the open. Guillermo tore his eyes away.
“Are you kidding me?” His posture was a clear premonition for a sulk, and Guillermo raced to think of something to distract him from it.
“I also wanted to talk to you about something,” he said. As expected, Nandor clammed right up. He shifted in his seat in the tell-tale way that betrayed his awkwardness, but he nodded his head.
“Speak.”
“Well, lately…” He started, unsure of where he was going with it. “You’ve been a little distracted from the vampiric council. We haven’t gone to the office more than once this week. Are things okay with Nadja?”
Nandor scoffed, sitting up straighter as he stared Guillermo down. “This is what you wanted to talk to me about? The Vampiric Council?”
With the incredulous way Nandor was staring at him, it was easy to tell the answer was no. But he wasn’t sure what else Nandor was expecting here.
“No, no,” he started, “it was just a sign that you, perhaps, weren’t feeling normal? But I didn’t want to presume…”
Nandor’s eyes were narrowed at him. Rather than assuaging the situation, Guillermo could tell the sulk was about to kick fully in.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t be feeling differently,” Nandor said, his tone snippish. “It is you who has been too normal!”
Guillermo stared blankly at him, before averting his eyes to the floor and running past the years of their lives together. Was this some kind of anniversary he had forgotten that happened this week? Nandor hadn’t been acting sad, just weird. And Guillermo wasn’t one to forget things like that.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I guess I’ve been a little distracted this week.”
Nandor stood abruptly — giving Guillermo the perfect view of the center of his torso, framed by cloth.
“I’m going to feed. You can,” he waved his hand in the general direction of the single-use cameras, “and think about how you treat me!”
With that, he swooped from the room.
Guillermo stared at where his cape disappeared from the doorway, and thought.
Guillermo always prided himself on being — if not always the most intellectual — clever. And maybe he didn’t go to college, but he knew he wasn’t stupid.
Nandor’s odd behavior had started up almost a day after the encounter with Matt in the grocery store, and had continued since then. They spent most of their time together, and the oddity only showed occasionally. Like with the dressing himself.
And it probably had something to do with him, because if it was an outside problem, Nandor would come to him. Well— he wouldn’t be capable of keeping to himself for very long, so he’d complain, and since Guillermo was always there… it would be to him.
Nandor was still Nandor, so if Guillermo was doing something to upset him, it was unlikely he’d keep it to himself.
Guillermo didn’t necessarily like using his slayer powers to spy on his friends, but he didn’t feel bad about it either.
“Am I not attractive anymore, Laszlo?” He heard his Master’s voice sigh from the room he was in. Guillermo inched closer to the cracked-open door.
“What on earth are you on about, old chap?” Laszlo laughed. “You look the same as you have for the past — how long have we known each other?”
“I feel like my looks have faded. Of course, I have my personality as well, I know it is good as well,” Nandor sighed. “But it is not what I imagined, having a relationship.”
Relationship? Alarm bells started ringing inside Guillermo’s head.
“Well, my man, it’s not anything to do with your looks. If there’s something bugging you, just show up naked in his bed, I say. After a night together, all should be fixed!”
Guillermo was frozen against where he was pressed to the wall, unable to move despite the very loud voice in his head that said he really shouldn’t be listening to this.
Relationship?
“I think he wants to move slow,” Nandor said, pout audible in his voice. “If it’s not because he’s not attracted to me. I know he is— I can smell it.”
“Well, he is a virgin. Just take charge if he won’t, it will work out.”
A loud sigh, and then, “I tried! I took my shirt off, almost. Fucking guy.”
With that, there was next to no doubt what they could be talking about.
Him and Nandor were dating?
The oddities of the past week suddenly slot into place. The way Nandor would stand too close after waking up, hovering over him expectantly for uncomfortably long before getting annoyed and spinning away.
The repeated nights of asking Guillermo to stay in his room while Nandor slept, even though no vampires were dying.
Even the way Nandor was particularly insistent on being in the same room as Guillermo — it wasn’t unusual for them to stay in the same space, but he had noticed a pout when Guillermo had even left the room for a few minutes to use the bathroom.
Huh.
Guillermo wanted to smack himself in the face.
If he was going to ask out his master and have it be accepted, apparently, he would have done it about literally any other way.
He should’ve known Nandor might not have registered the conversation as a lie — he was by far the easiest of the vampires to lie to. Easier than the majority of people Guillermo knew.
Forcing his muscles to relax enough to move, Guillermo crept away from the door as quietly as he could.
A week of completely fucking up a relationship with the man of his dreams hopefully wouldn’t ruin things. He could make it up to Nandor, and never — ever — let it slip that he didn't mean to ask him out.
If not for the fact Nandor barely knew what roses were, let alone cared about them, he would’ve gone for a gesture like that. Roses, a bouquet of them, and chocolates.
But Nandor was a vampire, and bleeding himself into a vial didn’t seem like a very romantic gesture. If Nandor wanted to feed directly from him though… that would be much more romantic.
But mostly on Guillermo’s part, because Nandor never seemed to care much about his blood.
He thought about jewelry, because the thought of Nandor wearing a ring or necklace from him made his blood rush, but mentally crossed it out. It’d have to be expensive and nice for it to be worthy of Nandor, and Guillermo — didn’t have any money.
So instead, he waited until the morning and went to CVS. He pushed down his internal Nandor-voice critiquing his idea as ehhh, weird — because real-Nandor apparently decided dating him was a great idea, without nary a question.
So clearly, he couldn’t predict him entirely.
Standing in the CVS-photo center, he tapped at the app and waited to load up the many images he had taken of Nandor over the decade to the printer.
He planned to wait there for a long time, so while the photos started printing, he opened the iced coffee he bought and sipped it.
Hours later, he was armed with a flimsy cardboard box and a mostly empty coffee bottle as he headed back home. There were still quite a few hours before Nandor was due to wake up, and he had to make sure the gift would be perfect.
After all, he left Nandor to tuck himself into bed, and he was bound to be even more irritated after that. If he got dumped before he really got to be in a relationship, he might cry.
Negative thoughts wouldn’t help anyone though, so he quickly shut down that train of thought and instead shook the metallic paint pen he bought as aggressively as he could.
His cursive was nothing special, but he knew Nandor preferred it, so he tried to make it as neat as possible as he wrote their names on the black matte cover. There was a lot of blank space, and he considered fetching the glitter Nandor was sure to have stashed somewhere — but there was no way his glitter-abilities could compare to Nandor’s.
Instead, with his face hot, he drew two little hearts in the corner next to their names.
With that all done, all there was to do was wait. He wasn’t one to sit around doing nothing, so he grabbed a broom and set about sweeping up the place. When it was a half-hour before Nandor’s “morning”, he’d sit and wait.
Time always went faster when he was busy, and it didn’t take long until he sat in a chair in Nandor’s room, resting his head against the wall as he planned out potential things to say.
Sorry, I had no idea you weren’t still hung up on Gail.
Do you actually love — no, that wouldn’t work — like me? Is this some kind of rebound?
I’ve had feelings for you so long I don’t remember what it was like not to. I want to spend eternity with you.
No, no, god no.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and moments later he heard a creaking in the coffin in front of him. Nandor was up early.
“Guillermo? Is that you there?”
“Yes, Master, I’m here. It’s still a little sunny out, so be careful.”
“I’m very upset with you!” Nandor called, muffled from inside his coffin. “You were gone all last night, avoiding me. I didn’t do anything wrong at all, and you were acting like I killed your horse.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I was — doing something special for you. I wanted to keep it a surprise,” Guillermo said, trying his best to keep his voice level. It wasn’t a lie, he spent the entire day making that surprise.
“A surprise?” Nandor’s voice was clearly excited despite the flat tone he affected. “Don’t expect that to win me over, I’m very mad at you.”
Guillermo waited for a beat.
Nandor continued, “Open my coffin, please. I want to see my surprise.”
He smothered a smile from where it wanted to bloom across his face — over the years, Nandor had really only gotten cuter to him.
“Of course,” he said and carefully lifted open the coffin to reveal his Master staring at him.
Nandor didn’t bother to get out, and sat up to raise his eyebrows expectantly.
“Well?”
Guillermo turned to grab the present off of the desk he had it rested on. He didn’t bother with boxes or wrapping paper, and handed over the book of pictures to Nandor, with the sparkly silver cursive of their names on the front.
Nandor & Guillermo
2009-2021
Nandor tilted his head at the cover, before flipping open the front page and blinking rapidly.
“Guillermo! When did you get these pictures of me? I don’t remember this!”
He pointed down at a picture from very early-on in his familiar-hood, where Nandor stood aloof and solemn as he gazed out the window.
Guillermo grinned and reached over to flip to the next page in the book, where he had taken a selfie very carefully aligned to show Nandor in the background, lounging with a piece of paper in hand.
“I took them with my phone, Master. I’ve always wanted to keep you— with me,” he swallowed, struggling to get the words of honesty out in the open when Nandor could so easily shut him down. “I wasn’t going to do anything with them, but I know I’ve been… distant, this past week.”
Nandor hummed in agreement, but flipped another page in the book. His fangs showed more as he smiled, and clapped his hands delightedly.
“I almost forgot this! The first time we went to the crafts store, what a magical place.”
The photo showed Nandor straight-faced, staring intensely at rows of tubed glitter. Guillermo certainly didn’t forget — they had been there for hours, Nandor shaking glitter and Guillermo watching, and then buying.
“There’s a lot in there,” Guillermo said, reaching out to put his hand on top Nandor’s. There was a shrieking feeling in his chest that he was going to get shoved away, which would’ve been fine, but instead Nandor turned his hand and twined their fingers together.
His carefully planned idea to never bring up the ‘accidental’ part of their dating came falling apart, because staring at Nandor’s face, he couldn’t manage to keep it from him. Things that were for Nandor’s own good, it was fine to twist the truth around a little, but this would just be for Guillermo’s sake.
“I didn’t actually realize we were dating,” he blurted. “I’m in love with you.”
“What?” Nandor looked up, brows furrowed. “You asked me out.”
“I— didn’t mean to, then. I was lying to my classmate, because you’re… very attractive. It was really stupid of me.”
Nandor stared at him, face slack, before huffing and turning his head away. “So what is this, you are dumping me? With this picture book of pity?”
“No! No,” he said, clearing his throat when he spoke too loudly. “Did you miss the part where I said I’m in love with you? I wanted to ask you out directly, not — In a grocery store with a stranger around.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little nervously.
Nandor leaned towards him, and gave a little hum of acknowledgement.
“So…” Guillermo cleared his throat, and leaned closer to Nandor. “Would you be — continue being — my boyfriend, Master?”
Nandor looked at him from the corner of his eye, and back down at the cover of their picture book.
“I’m still not going to turn you into a vampire right away,” he replied, clearly dodging the question.
“So… yes?” Guillermo prodded.
With a squeeze of Guillermo’s hand, Nandor sighed — ever dramatically, “Yes. I suppose I have… feelings for you as well.”
Guillermo’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, and Nandor glanced down at it.
He had always thought he was decent at words, but he was at a loss for them. Instead, he leaned in to press Nandor’s lips against his. His lips were soft and a little chapped, and Guillermo had never felt such euphoria.
His face tingled where Nandor’s beard pressed against it, and he reached up to caress Nandor’s hair. Guillermo grabbed at his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and gasping against Nandor’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around him.
All his fantasies faded to nothing in comparison to the feeling of Nandor wanting him, kissing him back. The barrier of the coffin between them held them from getting too close, and was the only thing keeping Guillermo from losing control over his longing.
Instead, after Nandor licked tenderly at his mouth, Guillermo pulled away. Even as strong as he was, and Nandor being a vampire, the position wasn’t comfortable.
“Was that okay?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay?” Nandor scoffed. “I was waiting for that! I expect many more. One per hour, at least.”
“I can do that.” Guillermo grinned, unable to keep the sheer giddiness off of his face any longer. “I can do triple that, easily.”
Nandor raised an eyebrow, as his lips curled up into a sly little smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”