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“So…” Deacon clears his throat, straightening out his sweater. “Werewolf…besides the smell, that’s pretty cool.”
Stu turns his head and brings his shirt close to get a whiff of himself. “What do I smell like?"
Deacon looks slightly pink from all the fresh blood he’s had tonight. "A lot of things. I mean, there's the werewolf smell now, which is sort of like if you left a dog out all day in the rain and mud to roll around in his own piss.”
Stu looks at him, embarrassed. "Is it really that bad?"
"Barely." Deacon says, shifting his feet around. "Mostly, you smell like…your cologne, your clothes. I can smell your shampoo and your toothpaste. Mint and the earth and amber and lavender and…" He trails off, slightly sheepish. "Lots of nice things."
They swallow at unison, both quite lost on words. Stu was going to say something, but Deacon started as well, both interrupting each other with the same “sorry, you go on” until they burst on laughing.
However, their laughter soon becomes a sight, then sheer silent again, until…
“I…thought I lost you.”
Deacon feels a relief. After confessing that, the world seemed so much easier. Nothing could stop him.
“It was close” Stu said. “Anton said I was one of the lucky ones. I’ll turn into a giant dog once a month and suddenly want to chase cars, but it’s not so bad.”
They both look at Anton. The pack leader was trying to reach Viago, who was on the other side of the room, but the wolfs kept interrupting him.
“I’m,” Deacon starts to say, looking down at his hands as his eyebrows knit together in thought. “I’ve been the cause of many deaths. I’m used to death…just…just not…your death.” He looks back up at him, meeting Stu’s eyes.
“My…” Stu is out of words. He thinks it’s true, then. He believes it’s true. The way Deacon was so happy after the Unholy Masquerade. How he fought Nick all the time but, when he came along, Deacon shieled him from the vamps, from other creatures of the night, from everything. It was real. It was real!
“I made you a scarf.”
“Oh?” Stu’s heart races at speedlight. It was real… it IS real…
“Yes, I was going to give it to you the next day…but…but I don’t have it anymore,” Deacon bites his lip to keep his emotions down. “We floated it down the river. It was your funeral.”
Stu’s mind clicks as, he finally remembers what he was been working on. “Hold on.” He runs off towards Viago’s hobby. “Please still be here,” he whispers, sighing with relief when he sees the bowl still sitting on the drying rack. He returns back to Deacon and holds out the gift, seeing the vampire’s eyes widen as he looks over the details.
“It’s not much. You could put…keys in it…fruit…well fake fruit, you don’t eat fruit…it’s stupid, you don’t have to use-mmm?!” Stu’s sentence was interrupted by lips being pressed against his. Deacon was kissing him! Deacon was pressing up against him, his hand on his hip and cheek. The Kiss felt cold on touch, yet it was the most pleasant interaction he had all year.
“Deac…Deacon,” Stu gently breaks the kiss, hands on his shoulders. “Why don’t we slow down,” Stu whispers, taking his hands in his and kissing his forehead. “I won’t go anywhere or leave you again. There’s no rush.”
“Rush? You died, Stu. I am not going to wait for anything anymore. I completely forgot the worst part of mortality, so I am gonna make it the best of it right now. Waiting is for cowards.”
“So… you don’t want to take things slow?”
“I want to take things.” Deacon took Stu’s hands.
“Okay…” he blushed even more. “I like that you want to take things. Maybe we should take something else. The… the stairs, for example.”
“I like your idea.”
The two of them disappear upstairs, giggling and grinning like a couple of teenagers. They could still hear the party, all the chatter and excitement. Nobody would miss them for a couple of minutes. That’s enough time.
Deacon has never felt so alive as he presses his boyfriend against the wall. Boyfriend? Lover? Stu. Yes. His Stu. They met in heated kisses and hands desperate to touch. Stu breaks the kiss with a gasps after a few seconds, lips and cheeks equally red.
“Sorry, if you didn’t need to breath I’d never stop kissing you,” Deacon smirks, kissing over the long scar on his neck and savoring the warmth against his cold lips. Stu let out such delicious sounds, he could feel his breath against his ear.
The werewolf pushes his chest, connecting their lips again and slamming Deacon’s back to the other wall. The picture frames rattle and Deacon groans, pupils black.
“Sorry!” Stu quickly apologizes, “new strength…not used to it yet.”
“That…was fucking sexy,” Deacon growls, pulling him down by his jacket collar and shoving his tongue past his lips. The two of them moan, fingers running through hair and clothes being tugged at. Stu’s hands had found their way to his hips, easily lifting him up. Deacon wraps his legs around his waist, breaking the kiss as he feels their bugles grind together.
“Too fast?” Stu whispers, his tone telling the vampire they can stop at any time.
Deacon catches the breath he didn’t need, sliding his fingertips along Stu’s scars. “Not fast enough.”
“Deac, I promise, I’m not going anywhere,” Stu tells him, running his fingers down his neck and Deacon actually purrs. Which was, a very strong turn on. “Take me on a date, a proper date. We’ll get to this stuff soon. We don’t have to go super slow. I was in a relationship for 3 years and it never went anywhere. I don’t want that again. But…make love to me some other day, okay?”
Deacon hung onto his every word, his eyes dark as he watched his lips move. He gives him a soft hum before kissing up his jawline. “I want you to fuck me up this wall…later, after that proper date and I woo you and shit….but…” He starts messing with Stu’s zipper, “let me touch you…you can’t kiss me like this and not touch me.”
Stu laughs at that comment. He is not used to be desired like this, and his stomach flutters at the mere thought of him being put first. He is indeed nervous, but, since Deacon was extremely sincere, he understood he had to do the same. That is why there were no walls between them. Only around them, but that was sexy anyways.
"Deacon" Stu stops him by holding the vampire's wrists, and that made Deacon's legs pure jelly. "I am not... " he tries to continue. "I am not used to this. I was always the one who tried hard. You... you want to touch me... now?"
"Yes, obviously, you idiot. Let me make you happy" he answered. Deacon looks around the hall then back at the blonde. “Let’s go to my room,” Deacon tells him, taking Stu’s hand and pulling him down the rest of the hallway. “We’ll scar those wolves for life if they come up and see us.” He was on a mission, and that mission was to get his hands on Stu. He doesn’t give a damn if anyone saw them, but he knows Stu would rather have some privacy.
Stu feels his heart race and he knows Deacon can hear it, smell the blood rushing to his cheeks and other places. The vampire stops at the door at the end of the hallway and Stu stops in his tracks. “Deacon….this…this is a closet,” Stu looks at him in confusion as his lover walks inside, still holding his hand.
”it’s my bedroom,” Deacon says casually, pulling the string to turn on the light. “I don’t have a room like the other two,” he shrugs, he never really thought about needing one. “Now,” he closes the door behind them, “where were we?” Deacon smirks, looking only at Stu's impressive bulge.
But Stu uses his free hand to lift Deacon's chin.
"Look at me" he commands.
Deacon opens his eyes wildly. He loved Stu, but he never expected him to have that short of attitude. He notices how precum starts to drip down his legs at the mere gesture.
"Yes... Sir..."
Stu blinks and suddenly retires. "Oh, sorry. I... I didn't mean to sound so authoritarian, I never do that. Must be the werewolf drive that Anton told me about, I have to get used to it..."
"Shut the fuck up and tell me what to do with that voice again. It was the hottest thing ever."
"You like this?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir." Deacon smiles and Stu follows. He just lets himself go.
"Undress me, vampire" he growls, feeling how his werewolf stamina runs through every vein of his body.
Deacon is happy to do so, but the werewolf stops him again, by his wrist.
"No. That's too easy, vampire. Put those fangs of yours to some use. Undress me with your teeth."
"Dick fuck yes I will" he responds, excited and horny.
Stu braces himself against the door as he kneels down and gets his nose quite close to Stu’s groin. Weirdly enough it doesn't smell like a dog anymore. It smells like sex. Deacon's senses were all activated from that. He stops to look at Stu's pinky face, who is dying of anticipation when Deacon started to smell him like that.
His fangs play with the fabric, but he is so careful not to touch much of his skin. He uses his tongue to help instead, until it was so difficult that Stu had to free his hands.
Deacon starts doing what he knows best, driving his lover mad. With featherly touches he goes up and down his length, testing him. Stu might last long now he is a werewolf, but Deacon knows where to touch and how to provoke him. With all that teasing, some hairs sprouts through Stu's skin, and his eyes, that never stopped looking at Deacon, suddenly turned yellow.
"Go on... fuck, go harder..."
Deacon growls back at him, pushing Stu against the closet door. His hand movements speed up, gripping the base tighter. The sounds Stu made said he was doing something right.
“You’re amazing Stu. You’re so smart. You’re sexy and perfect,” Deacon praises, being extremely careful with his teeth as he slides him into his mouth. Stu gasps, grabbing the vampire’s hair and tugging as his lover gives him the best blowjob he’s ever had. Not that he has many to compare to. It shouldn’t surprise him that a vampire was skilled at sucking. Fuck! He’s good with his tongue!
Deacon bobs his head a few more times before he pulls off, letting his tongue drag up him again as he stares into those yellow eyes. The wolf was trying to come out and play and he couldn’t help but find that hot as hell. “You are….very big,” he smirks, not breaking eye contact.
Stu covers his face, the authority status fading and pure embarrassment coming. “Deac…shit…”
“I’ve imagined taking care of you,” Deacon purrs, still stroking him. “Protecting you and treating you like you deserve. Mainly, I’ve imagined you fucking me and absolutely ruining me.”
Stu peaks down at him through his fingers, meeting Deacon’s love filled gaze. Fuck, when did he fall this much in love with him?
“Come here…vampire,” Stu orders again, Deacon hovering up so their lips could meet.
“I like this Stu, giving orders….very Alpha Wolf,” Deacon says between kisses.
“Not an alpha…Anton is,” Stu sighs, Deacon humming as he cups the back of his neck. Stu sucks in his breath as the vampire starts to kiss along his throat.
“Do you trust me,” Deacon whispers.
“Yes.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Never.”
Stu felt his fangs tease his skin, making his hips jerk into Deacon’s other hand. He was still very hard and he continues to turn him on. Stu’s eyes close, waiting to feel the pain or a prick of his fangs but it never came. Instead Deacon locks his lips around his throat and starts to suck. Oh. He’s giving him a hickie.
Stu moans and tilts his head more as Deacon moves his lips to a different spot. He starts trying to get Deacon’s pants off, but the tight leather was proving to be difficult. “Shit….Deacon….Deac!” Stu grips his hair and pulls the vampire’s head back, watching his eyes blacken at his tone. “I want to touch you, get your pants off and your prick out.”
“Fuck,” Deacon groans. “Yes, sir.”
He starts to undress, not breaking eye contact for a second. Stu loses his commanding persona as he sees Deacon naked from hips down.
"That is, that is too much."
"Are you afraid now, little wolf."
"Shut up..." Stu covers his face. He is red again. Sweet Stu is still inside, just sharing space with the crazy sex driven wolf that brought him back to life.
But Deacon is gentle, he caresses his jawline and takes his hands out of that shy face. Eye to eye, no breaks.
"I want you to look at me when you cum" Deacon whispers, and Stu gets even weaker. But, to his shyness, Deacon answers with a long wet kiss, eating his boyfriend alive. And that only brings "the other Stu" back.
"I'll ask you again. Are you afraid, little wolf?"
Stu's blue eyes are yellow again.
"I am afraid of what I am going to do to you, bloodsucker" he growls.
"I can suck other things, you know?" Deacon raises an eyebrow, and Stu laughs in response. Their laughter is shut with another kiss but, this time, Stu is in control again. He pulls Deacon hair, he moves his head and body wherever he pleases.
Stu's right hand starts going down Deacon's neck, caressing his chest and finds its way through his pubes, until he can finally grab him.
"Together?" Stu asks.
"Together" Deacon grasps for some air.
They both grab each other's dicks and quickly find their own rhythm. Up and down, up and down... they soon start panting, until the feeling becomes unbearable. Stu is the first one to move his hips accordingly, looking for more friction, more contact. Deacon smirks and closes his fingers harder against Stu's cock. It was enough to drive him insane.
At the verge of climax, Stu is not Stu. His nails draw some blood from Deacon's bare hips, and he bites Deacon's neck to hide his noisy orgasm. Deacon feels sticky and dirty, but he waits until Stu finishes and comes back to the present.
The vampire observes the scene absolutely pleased. Stu is trying to breathe right in his neck, and Deacon holds him tightly, although his hands are sticky with cum, from both of them. Stu's shirt is stained, Deacon's pants are stained, even the floor and the fucking ceiling.
"Fuck that…" Deacon says, still shivering from that bite.
"I'm… I'm sorry…" Stu mumbles. "Are you okay, my Deacon? I didn't mean to harm you in any way."
Deacon touches the bite mark, then checks his hips and thigh, also quite wounded.
"Oh, I am a freak…" Stu takes a few steps back. "I am a freak…"
Deacon was still smiling.
"Why are you smiling? Why aren't you complaining?"
"Why would I? That was the hottest shit ever."
"You really think…"
Someone downstairs started screaming loudly. Stu laughed, but Deacon frowned as if he has just heard the worst person ever opening his mouth. It was true, though, at least for the vampire.
“C’mon Stu!!!! I am riding you home!!! Last chance, come downstairs!!”
“Gonna kill him. Again.”
“He is good, Deacon, you know that.”
“Yeah, but nobody interrups my deeds into love making. I am quite skilled” Deacon shows his biceps proudly.
“I believe you. But I am glad Nick is here. I want to be a bit more comfortable… don’t you?
“Yeah, yeah, all right… “ Deacons pulls up his pants and gets a few tissues to clean their hands. After they’ve cleaned themselves up he opened the door. “After you.”
"One thing is for sure” he turned back at Deacon, smiling broadly, “I've never done that at a party."
"My Stu, I promise that for you, this is going to be every party for now on."
Stu giggles as Deacon fixes his hair and both get out of the closet joking about biting fetiches. The rest look at them, probably judging their awful and obvious looks, but they decided not to care about anything, anymore. So many things are about to change.