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Tank was having a pretty great night. It was the solstice, they finally had good people in their life to celebrate with and those same people wanted them around just as much.

They'd already beat the shit out of Christian, gotten kicked out of the kitchen by Sam and David because they'd made a plan with Ash for him to distract them while they stole food (they'd gotten caught but they did get food so who really cares), and gotten to go for a run with the pack for the first time in years.

They were sweaty and probably gross but it was fucking great. Magic was rushing through every cell in their body making them feel like they could take anyone or anything in a fight. But first they had to track down their partner.

Thankfully the Freelancer wasn't hit as hard by the solstice, but they still felt off so David, being the ever gracious host he was, set up a room upstairs for them to crash whenever they needed. A room that was now empty. Tank slipped between people, trying to sniff out anything besides sweaty wolves. Their eyes landed on the back door. At least if they went outside they would be able to call their partner to track them down.

The door slid shut behind them as they took a deep breath of the cool night air. The sounds of crickets, frogs and leaves in the breeze making for a pleasant backdrop. They could completely understand why their mate chose to relax out here instead. The mate in question was on their back in the middle of the yard, laying in the grass. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, the person they loved most completely at peace sprawled out under the moonlight. Every part of the wolf was drawn in by then, their peace so beautifully opposite to everything the wolf was used too.

They didn't even open their eyes. They didn't need to- even without auras they knew everything about each other, right down to the sound of each others footsteps. They smiled, reaching upwards

"C'mere." Despite their tough exterior, the head strong, unshakable Tank that everyone knew, that one word was enough to bring them to their knees.

They hovered over their partner, just savoring their soft expression until their eyes opened. That alone was enough to make Darling melt. When had they gotten so soft?

Freelancers hand gently cupped the side of their face, which they gladly leaned into "Hey Darling, how's the party?"

They turned into their lovers wrist, pressing soft kisses to it. "Not as fun without you."

"Oh yeah Puppy?" A shudder slipped down their spine. Freelancer did nothing to disguise the smug look on their face or the flash of desire in their eyes.

"Don't start that now."

"Oh? What's wrong baby?" they were hitting all of their buttons shameless and without fear of the wolf looming over them.

"You need to spend less time with that damned incubus."

"Don't give him too much credit."

"True, you don't need much prompting to get handsy in public."

"Handsy? But I'm barely touching you. Now if I did this..." They ran their free hand down Darlings back, following their spine until their fingers slid just past the waist band of their pants. "This, would be getting handsy."

"You're pushing it."

"I can push it farther~" they slid their hand farther into their pants, grabbing their ass. "We are the only people out here, after all."

"Freelancer, We are still in clear view of the house. If anyone looks out a window they can see us."

"Well maybe we should find somewhere quieter, I know a cozy quiet place."

"We can't fuck in Davids house, Sam will catch us and then David will kill us."

"Wanna leave early then?"

They considered their options. On one hand, they could ditch their friends and not see them for the rest of the night, but they would get a much better view in exchange. Or they could stick around with the people they love, but have to hold off on having their partner to themself. "Or... I have a better idea."

--

They couldn't help but grin, this is what their teenage years should have been, running off into the woods, giggling and holding hands with their partner who was equally as excited to be sneaking off from the party. They occasionally stopped, one of them dragging the other into a deep kiss. Eventually Darlins back hit a tree, and they stopped caring if it was far enough away.

Darling barely even fumble getting freelancers pants down, certainly wasn't the first time they'd had to get them off without looking. "Awfully eager, aren't you baby?"

"You started this."

They smirked and shrugged, all too happy with the position they found themself in. "Maybe. You gunna let me top this time, Puppy?"

A shiver rolled down their spine as they pulled freelancers hips closer, grinding against them. They leaned into Darlin's shoulder with a groan. "Keep calling me that and I might let you do it more often."

"Point taken." Freelancer started nipping at their neck, grinding back against them, holding one of Darlins hands where it was on their hip and pinning the other against the tree. Soft moans poured out of both of them.

"Fuck- just get these off me already."

"Aw, but you look so cute making a mess of yourself Puppy." They did their best to hold back, but when Freelancers hips bucked into theirs they whined. They fucking whined! Immediately embarrassment settled into their chest, but before they could say anything their lips were slammed against their mates as they finally started fumbling with their pants.

"More. More of that. Jesus fuck, you sound amazing."

"You like it that much, huh? Ah- fuck. I'll take you half ripping my pants off as a yes."

They wasted no time introducing Darlings pants to the forest floor, their underwear quickly following suit.

"Fuck, the things I would do to you if we had the time... When we get home- shit!" Their mates sentence was quickly forgotten as Darling sank their teeth into the crook of their neck. It happened so frequently at this point that neither of them would be surprised if the bruises stayed permanently this time.

They both groaned and ground together, making Freelancers underwear wet from both sides. "How do you want this Puppy?"

"Fuck, I don't care, I just need you."

"God, you're so hot when you're desperate."

"You always say I'm hot."

They smirked before leaning in, lips just barely grazing their ear as they slipped a hand between their thighs, gently easing a finger inside of them. "Cause I always think you're hot. You get me going like nothing else. I don't care if we get seen. Anyone who did see us would just get jealous, wanting to take my place fucking you senseless against this tree, drawing out all those pretty noises you can make. But that's my job isn't it? Just mine. I'm the only one who gets to see this side of you, isn't that right, Puppy?"

Moans were pulled from the back of their throat, despite their effort to hold them off. "Well it's not like we've let anyone catch us, so I gue- ah! Fuck!"

Apparently that was the perfect time to press in with a second finger. "You can cut the bolstering, it's just us. Relax, let yourself enjoy it, let me hear your noises. You're safe with me. Always."

Only their mate would find a way to be all soft and sweet with two fingers knuckle deep inside them. But they listened, hesitantly leaning into freelancers shoulder and moaning softly against their neck. "There you go, such a good Puppy. You like that, don't you?"

Their breath stuttered as they gasped "Fuck, just fuck me already, please, I need you in me."

"Oh? Finally made a decision on how you want me to fuck you baby? Do share" They nipped at Freelancers neck with a drawn out groan.

"I need you in me."

"I'm already in you, if you want something different you'll have to be more specific, Pup."

Darling shuddered as they curled their fingers to emphasise their point "I want your dick in me, I want you to fuck me hard right here. I want you to bite and kiss me until I cum around you."

Freelancer gave them a peck on the lips. "Much better. Good Puppy."

They pulled their fingers out, drawing more whines from their mate before lining themself up and slowly pressing in. Darling gasped before pressing their lips to the side of their neck, busying themself with the skin there and muffling their moans. While Freelancer kisses the side of their head

"Fuck, you feel so good Puppy, so good for me. You're such a good Puppy. So fucking tight around me. Tell me when you're ready baby."

They let go of their mates neck- pulling them into a proper kiss- groaning and shuddering at any slight shift of their hips. After a minute they started grinding on Freelancer, the absent-minded praise that spilled from their lips was getting to them more and more by the second.

"Please- fuck. Just fuck me."

"Using your manners, good job Puppy." They finally started moving. Darling grabbed onto freelancers back, digging their nails in as they groaned. "That's it, you sound so nice, baby. You feel amazing around me. God, when you tighten down- shit!"

They bit down on their mates neck, moving their hips to meet freelancers. Who, in response grabbed Darling by their hair, yanking them off of their neck only to return the gesture, closing their teeth on the nape of their neck. They gasped in response, clawing at Freelancers back and letting out a ragged moan.

Freelancer picked up the pace, moving their hands to Darlings thighs and digging in their nails until they whimpered. It wasn't an easy sound to pull out of them, but with how often Freelancer put in the work to get it and how their dick twitched, they obviously thought it was worth it.

Their lips were practically glued to the wolves skin, even as their hips continued to slam against them, only pulling away to grag or dig their teeth in over and over and over until finally the skin on their neck gave in and a few beads of blood slipped out along with a keening moan.

They licked at the bite, pressing their tongue firmly against it, putting a claim on their blood as well as their pleasure "God every part of you tastes so fucking good puppy."

They shuddered, a strangled "Oh fuck" slipping past their lips as they tightened down, the pain put them firmly on the edge.

"Shit puppy, almost there?" They nodded firmly, to breathless for proper words. "Yeah, I bet. Squeezing me like that? Shit baby, you've got me close. Can't have me cumming before you though, can we? No, I wanna see you cum first, puppy"

They slid their hand down Darlings body, following it with kisses, their lips stopping at their chest while their hand continued until it was between their thighs, firmly pressed against them, giving them something to grind against.

"There you go, humping my hand like a dog, isn't that right pup? You gunna cum for me now?" They nodded, panting and whining as their head fell back to their lovers shoulder.

"Go on then, get off on my hand like the good puppy you are." They weren't normally one to follow orders without at least hesitating, but god, it was impossible to resist their mate. Their legs shuddered as they gasped and whimpered, the world going fuzzy as their orgasm rolled through them.

They were still coming down from the high when Freelancers hips stuttered, finishing not long after them. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, love you so much. Fuck!"

They Leaned into Darlin, both of them catching their breaths, pressed up against each other, freelancers hand running through the hair at the base of their neck while Darlin g clawed at their hips gently. Eventually Darling broke the silence "I hope that was far enough away, or Sam's gunna beat out asses."

Freelancer burst out laughing "Oh god, I hope so. Just in case..." They pulled their head away, raising their voice a bit "Sorry Sam!"

They couldn't help but laugh as well. "If he did hear, I really don't think that would make up for it."

"Eh, he's heard worse. Speaking of worse, I'm probably gunna have to go lay down for awhile."

"Oh shit, that's right! Are you ok? We can go home now if you want."

"Nah, I'm fine. You enjoy your time with the pack, I'll take a bit to recover, then we can head home and I can do all the things I've been wanting to do to you all night."

"You sure that's smart? You've been up and down all night, going for too long may not be the best idea."

They just shrugged "I'll feel better at some point, then we can get it on. Your good solstice only comes around once a year, and I've got a few ideas that I've heard will only work today."

"... Have you been talking to Angel recently?"

"I don't know what you could possibly mean."

They scoffed rolling their eyes. "Alright, let's get inside and cleaned up so you can rest. You're going to need it."

After the two fixed their clothes, Freelancer slipped their hand into their mates. "Hey, I love you. I'm happy being with you, and I'm so glad that you can be vulnerable with me. I know it isn't always easy for you."

"Which would you choose?"

"Hm?"

Guy tilted his head back to look up at Vincent. The two were curled together on his couch under a blanket, watching a movie that Guy insisted was actually decent if you took nothing seriously and made fun of it the whole time.

"Vampire or werewolf, which would you go out with?"

He chuckled "I guess it depends. Which one would you be?"

"Pfft- flirt. No, but for real. I'm not in the equation, you have a hot ass vampire and werewolf pining after you, which would you go with?"

"I dunno, I guess it'd depend more on who I clicked with then what they are for me."

"Boooo realistic practical answers are boring!"

"Oh really? Then what'd you pick?"

"Werewolf, duh. Vampires are all cold and dating someone who lives forever would cause so many problems. Werewolves are warm and you get a giant dog whenever you want! Well, actually I guess that depends on which iteration of werewolf and vampire we go with. Based on this movie I'd definitely take a werewolf over a vampire."

"What if the vampire was warm blooded? Not freezing, they felt the same as any other human?"

"Then I'd more hesitantly select werewolf. The giant dog part definitely keeps them ahead. Plus, I'm not a huge fan of needles and being bitten by a vampire would probably be similar to that, right? And I mean, if you date a vampire you're getting bitten, either for food or spicy reasons, it's happening eventually."

"What if it didn't hurt? Or they found a way to just never bite you?"

Guy reached up and patted his face. Not like his cheek or anything cute or normal, no. Just open hand across the entirety of his face. "Don't worry Vince, if it were between vampire you and a werewolf I'd still pick you."

He laughed "What makes you think I'd be a vampire? And you better not say the way I dress."

"I mean... It's not not the way you dress.."

"You shit-" he grabbed Guy who instantly tried to retreat into himself.

"Nononono, I'm sorry! I take it back!"

"Good" he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him back up and kissing the side of his neck. He should tell him. He could. The email had arrived a few days ago, officially giving him permission from the department to tell his boyfriend what he was.

Logically Vincent knew it would probably go fine, Guy was pretty open and chill about things, no doubt he'd adjust quickly. Besides, Guy already loved his fangs, knowing what they could do would probably do the opposite of scare him.

"Imagine this is how you find out I'm a werewolf. Just, "you need to pick werewolf now cause I am one!" I think I'd be a werewolf. I stay up late a lot but I don't think I could live without the sun."

"What if I was a vampire?"

"Like I said, I'd pick you over a werewolf."

"No, not that. What if I told you right now that magic were real, and that I was a vampire?"

"Well then you'd have to help me learn how to do magic! Obviously if magic is real I gotta learn some. That'd be epic!"

"It isn't something you can learn, you have to be born with it, or you can get turned by a vampire... Like me."

"Damn, I can't win even in hypotheticals."

He paused the movie. "It's not hypothetical. Guy, magic is real. I'm a vampire."

Guy looked back at him with a dumb grin "Oh no! Whatever shall I do with a hot vampire boyfriend?"

"I'm serious. Magic is a real thing. Some people are born with what is called a core, it's connected to a different plane of reality by threads that they can use to pull magic through to our plane and use it. Vampirism is the only way for a human to get the ability to use magic without them being born with a core."

"... Ok... I have some questions..." Vincent was stunned by how easily he accepted it.

"You- you don't want proof or anything?"

"of course I do, but I want to know what you can do first. So, you drink blood, right?"

"Yes. And no, animal blood does not work. It has to be human."

"Damn. Ok, can you go out in the sun?"

"No. At best I can manage a few seconds but I'll get burnt really badly. Anything longer would kill me."

"Ok. Garlic?"

"Harmless."

"Mirrors?"

"Nope. Silver isn't any more harmful then any other metal."

"What about a wooden stake?"

"It'd hurt, but there's nothing special about them."

"Sounds like a yes to the healing thing. How about super strength and speed?"

"Yep. Also enhanced senses."

"Is that why you prefer hanging out at your place? I imagine an apartment building would be hell."

"It's definitely a lot. I can hear everything in the building."

"Any other special vampire powers? Can you turn into a bat or something?"

"I wish. No, but we can use the other types of magic and trance people."

"Have you ever done that to me?"

"No! I would never! When we first met I was looking for someone to feed on, but if I get close to someone I won't trance them unless they ask."

"Thought so, but I wanted to be sure. In that case, show me what you got vamp boy!"

"Alright, well this is normally one of the first things people go for to prove general magic." A small flame appeared in his palm. Guy looked shocked, opening and closing his mouth a few times before hesitantly hovering his own hand nearby, thankfully not trying to actually touch the flame.

He took in the warmth for a minute, longer than Vincent was expecting. He was clearly processing everything, and it was definitely a lot to process, so he let the silence continue until his partner broke it.

"Ok, yeah, that is pretty hard to argue with. Can't say I really have a comeback for that. So your fangs..." He closed his hand, putting out the flame.

"Are real, yes. And it doesn't actually hurt getting bit by them. Well, a little at the start but then it just feels really good, like-" he was cut off by his boyfriend practically tackling him to the couch with a kiss.

"I can process my entire world changing tomorrow. Right now, my sexy, sexy boyfriend has fangs and that's really hot, so I'm going to focus on that." He was dragged back into another kiss, feeling his lovers tongue brush against his fangs. What was he supposed to do in that situation? He pinned Guy to the couch, hands sliding under his shirt as he grabbed at Vincent's back, groaning softly. He could hear Guys heartbeat speed up, his breath catching when he bit his lower lip. Of course he kept it gentle, in spite of how much he wanted to sink his fangs in and taste his lover on his tongue.

He finally pulled back "You're sure about this?"

"Yeah, you said it didn't hurt and I'm curious. I wanna see what it's like. Worst case scenario I tell you to stop, we never do it again and resume being horned out degenerates."

He pressed a kiss to the side of Guys neck, hesitant to actually bite him. "If it doesn't feel good or you want to stop tell me immediately, ok? I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop worrying so much Vince, I've got this."

"Alright, just, breath for me, ok?" To Guys credit he was a wonder at reading people and knowing when to cut the jokes. He took it seriously, inhaling deeply as Vincent finally sank his fangs into the side of his neck.

He flinched a bit, breath catching but almost immediately melted into the bite, groaning and pulling him closer. "Oh fuck- mhm, ok, yeah, I- fuck- I get it now, holy hell."

He could feel his heartbeat between his teeth, almost like he was holding the heart he loved itself. He could feel the way it sped up as he drew more blood into his mouth, could hear his lovers breath catch when his tongue moved to soothe the bite on his neck, he could taste the enjoyment coursing through his veins as it slipped down his throat.

Vincent finally pulled his fangs out, loving the whine from his lover as he did. "How was that? Too much?"

Guy looked like a mess in the hottest way imaginable. Hair a mess, pupils blown, panting, with part of his stomach showing from his shirt riding up. There was nothing more that Vincent wanted in that moment than to bury himself in his partner, trusting him with every piece of himself.

"I think... We either need to close the blinds or move to the bedroom. Like, now."

The bastard had no manners, plain and simple. It didn't matter that they just fought- that William had threatened to send him away if they didn't get their shit together- he still showed up in Vincent's doorway.

"What, disappointed I'm sticking around a little longer?"

"You didn't even knock."

He had the audacity to give a half hearted tap to the doorframe "Knock knock, Vincent. Hope you're decent. Although, I suppose that would be a surprise from you."

He whirled around to finally face the asshole who had been tormenting him since he was turned. "What the fuck do you want Porter!? We already had a screaming match today. Can't you leave me alone for five minutes."

"Aw, I'll set a timer next time after we have it out-... What are you doing?"

They both looked at the half packed bag on Vincent's bed. "Nothing. None of your business."

"Is William sending you somewhere?" He sounded tense, almost anxious. But it was Porter so he was probably just working out a new set of jabs to throw.

"What? Worried I'll take your oh-so mysterious and important job?"

"Vincent. Is he sending you somewhere." He sounded unnervingly serious.

"No. He isn't."

"At least there's that. Sending someone as clumsy and inexperienced as you would be more of an execution then a mission."

"Sounding awfully concerned for someone who hates my guts."

"I'm more concerned about how badly you would fuck it up. I don't exactly want to be playing clean up crew."

He scoffed, turning back to his bag "Oh, go jump off a cliff Porter."

"What are you planning then, little prince? Planning to run away unless William follows through on his threat and kicks me out?"

"Believe it or not Porter, not everything's about you." Porter finally came into the room, hovering around Vincent as he packed.

"Yes, just most things. Still doesn't answer my question."

"I don't plan to."

"Shame. Guess I'll have to see if William can get it out of you."

"You wouldn't."

"Why not? How am I to know you aren't putting yourself in harm's way? I just want to protect our precious pri-."

"I'm going to see my mom."

They stared at each other in silence for a second. "Your... mother...?"

"Yes you dumb British fuck! My mom! She... She's still looking for me. It's been years and they wouldn't let me tell her. Every summer, she comes out here to look for me..."

Porter, for the first time Vincent had seen, looked genuinely horrified. "Didn't... the department would have faked your death... How-"

"Yeah, they would have if they got there fast enough. I'm still a missing persons case. And my mom is still trying to find me. It's almost my birthday and I-... I need her to know I'm ok. Even if I have to trance her afterwards."

"What about William?"

"He thinks I'm going to Sky-Side to calm down."

"And what about when he asks about your time there? You can't lie to him, Vincent."

"So? If I've already done it, he can't stop me."

"He can stop you from doing it again. Wouldn't you rather be with her for something more important? What about when she passes?"

"Why do you care?"

"Believe it or not Vincent, you aren't the only person to have lost someone they care about." Porter actually looked at him with pity and something almost like sadness. "You'll want to be there. Save your chance."

"So what? I'm just supposed to let her throw her life away wondering if I'm ok? I'm not doing that, I need her to know-"

"I'll do it."

"What? Pfft- what would you even do? Show up in the middle of the night and say "don't worry, I know your son's ok. I was trying to kill him just yesterday! Haven't succeeded yet though!" Actually you'd probably just kill her to get back at me."

"In spite of what you seem to believe, I'm not heartless. I'd tell her I was your friend and that you are safe but unfortunately, you cannot see her. That you miss her and wish there was a way to go back to her but you can't now."

"... Why? You hate me. Why would you do that?"

"I don't hate you, you twat. I hate your attitude. You act like being a vampiric prince is a prison sentence. You're Williams progeny, you get favoured by everyone, catered to at every turn and-"

"And I never asked for that! I didn't want to be turned! I died and lost everything without getting a say in any of it! I had friends, my mom, a life and yet here I am! With none of it but hey, I can go real fast! Oh! Can't go in the sun though! Everything I had got ripped away from me and I'm stuck here, living a half life against my will and despite my efforts, knowing everything I had is still there, just out of my reach! I don't care what I have, I already lost everything."

"... I'm sorry."

"Oh, yeah, now you're sorry."

"I am. My life isn't universal. I would've killed to be in your place but that doesn't mean you feel the same. It never occurred to me that you may have had to leave things behind."

"... Why are you here? Why are you being like this? You're not normally so... Rational."

"Today has... Brought back some memories. Old feelings. Nothing you did, I just happened to notice the date and I suppose it's made me a bit more thoughtful. Don't get used to it"

"Wasn't planning on it, Porter" He turned to leave, suddenly deciding he was done with this interaction before Vincent stopped him. "Hey... Were you serious? About... You know... Letting my mom know I'm ok?"

"I was. I'm not completely evil. Even I know some things shouldn't be messed with."

"She'll interrogate you you know. She won't believe we are friends unless you can answer all the questions she can come up with."

"Lucky for you that I actually study my enemies."

"What's Alexis's favorite color?"

"Why would I-"

"You're screwed."

Porter stepped closer again, a strange look on his face. "You say yours is black, or when you're really pushed red, but you care more about the shade then the color itself. You've been cutting your own hair since you turned and are quite good at it, I must say. It only sometimes looks like you used a rusty blade."

"Hey-"

"You hate the taste of mint. You used to be allergic to peanuts, and were delighted to realize that vampires don't have allergies even if you are still neutral on the food itself. You like to replay old video games but you also love the new ones that come out and don't stop playing them until you have mastered them. You only wear silver jewelry with gems that you match to your outfits. You love old books and romance novels. You can't stand the heat but love the summer, and you hate Wonderworld. Did I miss anything?"

"I- how do you know all that?"

"I can be observant where it counts.

"And that's with me, not anyone else in the house?"

"Most of them aren't as big of a pain in my ass."

"Even Alexis?"

"Don't get any weird ideas, Princeling."

He pulled Porter in and kissed his cheek, just to fuck with him. "Wouldn't dream of it, Porter."

His initial plan had been to immediately run off after, leaving him reeling from how sudden it was, but instead he froze. There was something in Porter's eyes. He looked stunned, sure, but his gaze was piercing and intense, like he was holding himself back and finally saw a chance to let go. So he did.

Huxely groaned as he hit the alarm button. Early mornings were never easy, but when he rolled over to see his adorable sleeping boyfriend, well, that made it worth while.

He was laying on his stomach practically glowing in the sunlight, bathed in a warmth that made Huxely want nothing more than to crush him against his chest. Even if he was snoring like a chainsaw, he still looked perfect. He was perfect.

Huxley pulled his lover in by his waist, pressing kisses to his shoulders, skin warm and soft with sleep. Guy had told him about this theory that freckles showed up in the places your soulmate kissed you in your past life, he wasn't sure how much he believed it, but if it was real, he wanted his boyfriend to know exactly how much he was loved in every life.

Still half asleep he mumbled something into his pillow.

"What was that, baby?"

"Mine."

He chuckled "Yeah, my kisses are all yours."

Guy turned his head, blearily looking at the elemental "What..?"

"I'm all yours."

He had to take a moment to process what was being said, eyebrows furrowed adorably. "What? I didn't… was I talking in my sleep again?"

Huxely couldn't help grinning like an idiot, enjoying the warmth of his sleepy partner as he nuzzled into his neck. "Yep! Didn't catch most of it though. Just that you said mine while I was kissing you. You're cute when you're sleepy."

He groaned and rolled onto his back "Noooooo you can't be all sweet first thing in the morning! I'm not awake enough to make it horny!"

Huxley laughed, returning to the crook of his neck "I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Shit, I'm too sleepy, let me think..."

He continued planting soft, loving kisses to the side of his neck, now joined by a hand playing with his hair. "Take your time, baby."

"Fuck it, I can do that later. Give me a real kiss."

"You want a kiss already?"

"Hey, you got to kiss me plenty already, is it really a surprise I want some of that? Besides, your boy always wants kisses."

He shifted closer, leaning in as Guys hand settled on his chest like it always did. He insisted it was just the most comfortable place to out it, but considering how often it resulted in Huxley's chest being groped, it wasn't very believable. "That's true..."

"Sooooo obviously I should get all the kisses. Besides, you already said they were mine, so I should get them whenever I want."

Huxely finally gave in, giving him a kiss that was very eagerly returned. At least until he pulled away again. "Better?"

"Absolutely not! I need more kisses and cuddles this instant! Oh, I can feel myself withering away already! Gasp! How will I ever recover?"

Another wave of laughter took over, rumbling through his chest, lower than normal thanks to the early morning. It took him a second to compose himself again "Dude, did you just actually say gasp?"

"A sign of my desperation! I cannot believe my own lover, my honey, light of my life, apple of my eye, cream in my coffee, wouldn't save me from this cruel and unjust fate!"

He was still laughing as he began peppering Guy in kisses. All over his face and neck before moving to his collar and chest and rounding it off with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Is that enough to cure you? Because we should be getting up soon"

"Hmmm... I suppose I can manage for now. One more for the road?"

The elemental responded with a peck on the lips which was evidently insufficient. "No no no, a proper last one."

The kiss he got pulled into this time was definitely a proper kiss. Lips locked against each other, muffling every noise as their hands roamed, freely grabbing at each other's sun warmed skin, pressing closer and closer, an unspoken softens in every movement. Cupping the others face, a slight tug of the hair, squeezing muscles, everything done with pure love, pure intention to make the other feel as good as they did, reveling in each other and the safety that brought. Finally they pulled away.

"M-maybe we can get up later-" Guy pressed a hand against his chest as he tried to lean back in.

"Hold up big guy, one of us has to have self control and it sure as hell ain't going to be me. I mean, look at you honey! how am I, a mere man, meant to resist?"

"Would it help if I offered to make breakfast?" That earned him another quick kiss.

"You should have said that earlier! Come on, Let's go!"

Huxely let himself be dragged out of bed, his boyfriend stealing his shirt before he could pick it off the floor, forcing him to get a new one. It always made him smile, a little reminder that his partner loved him so much he chose to surround himself in as many pieces of him as possible. Plus, he just looked really fucking cute in his clothes. The adorable gremlin laugh from Guy as he fled the room, pulling on Huxley's shirt as he went was just the cherry on top.

By the time he got to the kitchen Guy was already sitting on the counter by the stove "You've heard of passenger princesses, now get ready for the kitchen king!"

Huxely picked him up easily, enjoying the way he leaned in, wrapping himself completely around the elemental before he was set down on the kitchen island, a bit more out of the way. "Wouldn't that mean you're doing most of the work?"

"Nah, historically most of the actual work was relocated to some form of court, depending on which monarchy we are talking about at least." He started giving a mini lecture about labour divisions in different monarchies as Huxely grabbed out his cooking supplies.

"But nowawdays monarchies don't really exist outside of a few countries that still do them. But even then they normally have elected positions as well."

"We still have them. Well, kinda. Do vampires count?"

"I'm sorry??? Vampires have monarchies and you never told me about this???"

"Did I not? Yeah, they have a bunch of different houses and each one kinda operates like a monarchy. The head is the ruler, their progeny are the princes or princesses and anyone important can get a title."

"How have I never heard of this before???"

"Well we don't really know any vampires so I guess it never came up."

"What about demons?"

"I know they have a council called the Chorus, but you'd probably want to ask Gav' about that. he definitely knows a lot more about it then I do."

Guy slipped off the counter, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends waist, holding him close "I'll probably ask about it next time we talk."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, just want to be close to you. You're like, really fucking hot, you know that? Like, you're so good looking it's insane. And that's before counting your amazing personality. Honestly, complete steal on my end. Gotta hold on tight." He let himself get slightly more serious "And.. I just love you, ya know? Like, a lot."

"Aw, I love you too baby."

"I'm going to bite you now."

He smiled "Go ahead"

It wasn't much of a bite, more like just resting his teeth on Huxley's shoulder occasionally gnawing at the muscle, never enough to hurt, barely even enough to leave a dent. They stood there for awhile, enjoying the quiet as Huxely cooked and Guy alternative between biting and kissing at his arm

The bitter eventually pulled away, kissing the side of Huxelys face before muttering in his ear "Call me honey suckle the way I'm sucking on you, Honey~ eh~"

He couldn't stop himself from laughing again. It was still early in the morning and he was losing track of how many times his boyfriend made him laugh already. "See, that's how you know I'm actually awake now, I'm ready to be a nasty little menace."

"You aren't nasty, but i can't argue the menace part." He gave Guy a kiss "Good morning baby"

"That's right! It's officially morning now! You should take your shirt off."

"I'm cooking."

"Uggghhhh but it's taking so loooooong! I wanna see you naked!"

"Guy! I'm making breakfast! Besides, it's almost done."

His hands slid up under Huxley shirt "But you're hot, and it's making me all hot, eh~"

"But how am I making you hot? Being near me doesn't change how you look, and besides, you're always hot so... that's not what you meant, is it?"

"Nope! But you're starting to feel a little warm big guy, maybe we should go shower, get you cooled off. No other reason."

"You sure? You seem pretty interested in my chest right now."

"Totally innocent over here! I can definitely be trusted with you shirtless, or naked... Ignore me grabbing your tits, that's unrelated."

"Sure it is." He turned off the stove "breakfast is ready, we can shower after eating."

"Yay! Two of my favorite meals."

"what's the- oh, I'm the other one."