First of all, just let me say: dude, censorship is hard! I've done my very, very best to weed out most of the naughtiness, and I'm still not sure it's mild enough... Drop me a note if you think it's too racy, and I'll edit some more. Even if I feel taking out even more will kill the entire scene...
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Secondly, thank you all so very much for reading this far. Yes, this is the last chapter. Sad, isn't it? I can't believe the amount of hits/visitors this story has had, and I'm madly grateful to all of you guys. And to the reviewers? Once again, I love you so much. You guys rock.
I'll try to write up a drabble or two for all of you, as my thanks, but I don't really have any ideas right now, so it might take a wee while.
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER IS NOT SUITED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 16! It also contains homosexuality, like the previous ones, although you already know that. And I know this is shocking, but it still all belongs to me! omg!
Yep, I'll leave it at that. Enjoy!
Zephyr whimpered as awareness came knocking, due to it sending cascades of pain through his skull. Not to mention how his stomach seemed very unhappy with its contents and most likely wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. Oh, and the way it felt like a sewer rat - or equally nasty animal - had crawled into his mouth and died there. Yuck. Then he realized what had woken him up in the first place; loud, angry voices, that seemed to be coming from not too far away.
Which was weird, cause he never heard anything from his pretty, blue room. Frowning in confusion, he looked around, trying to ignore the stabbing pain of the nastily bright light. He blinked. This was definitely not his room. Or any of the ones he'd been through in his exploration of the house. Where was he? Sure, he loved the blue room, but this? This looked like every decorator's wet dream. It oozed style and sensuality.
But the voices had made him too curious, so he got up - and inwardly applauded being able to do so without throwing up all over the lush, deep brown carpet - and walked over to the slightly ajar door, and peered through.
The living room. He could barely see Vance, sitting stiffly in his chair, looking very angry, and very tired.
Wait. The living room? And this angle? That obviously meant... His breath caught in his throat, making a strange squawking noise, and he stumbled against the door, making it open just a bit, alerting Vance to his presence.
Vance, who suddenly went from angry to smiling gently as his eyes met Zephyr's. Vance, whose bed he'd just got out of. He blushed. He really shouldn't be thinking. Not at all.
...but what had he been doing in Vance's bed? What had happened after the... biting incident..? He remembered attacking the whiskey bottle, but that was pretty much it.
"Good morning, Zephyr," Vance greeted him. "You okay? You drank pretty heavily last night."
Talk about understatement. "I'm fine," he lied.
"Ah, so this is you precious Zephyr, then?" a female voice remarked, and Zephyr turned in surprise, groaning as the sudden movement made the pain throb horribly in his head. A woman was sitting on the couch. A very pretty woman. And the one Vance had been arguing with. Who was she, anyway?
"I see that at least your taste is impeccable, as always," she continued dryly, and Vance growled at her.
"Katja, if you do not stop that this instance, I'll throw you out the window myself," he informed her, that angry voice way too dark and sexy for Zephyr's peace of mind. The mind that was currently melting into fuzzy, horny goo.
"Uum..." Zephyr remarked intelligently, before hesitating.
"Oh, sorry about that. Zephyr, meet Katja, my former fiancé," Vance said with a sigh, as he pointed to the pretty, lady, who was wearing a fake polite smile. Ah. No wonder he hadn't asked for any kind of 'payment' if that was his girlfriend. Though that still left the question of why he'd been picked up in the first place, and why Vance'd never talked about her. As far as Zephyr knew, she hadn't come visit the entire time he'd been there, either. Wait a minute...
"Former fiancée?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in question, trying to ignore how this was so not helping his aching head.
"Yes. She ran off with my gardener two weeks before our wedding, and still has the nerve to claim that I'm too cruel and unfeeling," Vance replied dryly, getting himself a drink.
"Geez, can you get over it already? We've talked about this before, and you didn't even love me, anyway!" Katja protested, fake smile gone, replaced by pure annoyance.
"But my garden hasn't been the same since he quit, though." Vance looked completely serious, but the glint in his eyes told Zephyr he was joking. Katja, on the other hand, didn't seem to pick up on it, and groaned in exasperation. Was she stupid? Zephyr was hard pressed not to snicker.
"See? That's why I say you don't care. You care more about your own garden than people's feelings," she accused, obviously angry.
"You've no right to talk, Katja, you never really saw me, so how could you find me anything but shallow?" Vance said with a slight smile. But that slight sadness he could just barely see made him want to crawl into Vance's lap and kiss him 'till he forgot everything about the stupid woman. But Katja seemed oblivious to it, yet again. "And I'm not lonely, like you claim, I've even got proper company, so you don't have to stop by here every now and then to 'check on me'. Zephyr is much more fun to talk to, and to be quite honest, it's becoming annoying. You chose another life. So stop snooping around the one you could have had here."
Her mouth opened and shut several times, before she grabbed her bag with a snort and rushed out of the room. They both stared at each other, unblinkingly, and then shared a short snicker that was broken by Zephyr's groan over his protesting head.
"That's not what I'd call 'fine', Zephyr," Vance remarked. "I should've known you were more hung-over than you were pretending."
"You really think I'm more fun?" Zephyr asked timidly, after a slight pause. He got a surprised stare in return, and then Vance came over, totally invading his personal space. Of course, his personal space around Vance was increasing every day, it seemed. Or maybe he was confusing it with his "get any closer and I'll fucking jump you"-space.
"Of course you are! She's an airhead!" Vance said in a no-nonsense voice, before ruffling his hair with a smile.
"She's very pretty," he commented, startling himself for voicing it. He certainly hadn't planned to.
"Really? You think? Well, I guess I can't see it 'cause I've known her for so long, both good sides and bad," the other replied with a shrug. "You're very pretty yourself, though."
Zephyr couldn't stop the blush that spread all the way to his scalp. Okay, so he had a thing for droolable Vance, and the way the fake fangs made his speech slur slightly, and oh god, it hadn't been a good idea to think about those fangs.
"So... What happened last night?" he asked, grinning sheepishly. "I can't really remember anything." Vance blinked at him, as if surprised by the sudden change of topic.
"Oh," he smiled. "Sorry, bet you were confused, waking up somewhere totally unknown. You passed out, and I wanted to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were okay. Hope you didn't mind."
"Oh." He'd passed out? Wait. "So, where'd you sleep?"
"Don't worry, I've been out here all night," Vance said, obviously meaning to reassure him. It wasn't really working.
"What, you slept on the couch?" he asked guiltily. "You could've just put me there and gone to bed!"
"Ah, no, I haven't slept," came the reply, but the way Vance wasn't looking at him, glancing to the side was simply too suspicious.
"I did something weird, didn't I?" Zephyr asked, sighing glumly. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's okay!" Vance protested. "You were drunk, that's all. Besides, I should have stopped you, but you kinda caught me off guard, so... I'm sorry." Zephyr's eyes narrowed. Was Vance blushing? He was, wasn't he? He did his best not to panic. Oh god, what had he done?
"Uum... What exactly was it I... did..?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know. But he had to know. He had to know if he needed to hang himself. Or jump off a skyscraper or something.
"Really, it's okay! Don't worry about it, I didn't mi-... I mean, I understand," Vance protested, sounding a bit panicked himself. Waitaminute! He'd changed what he was saying mid-sentence, hadn't he? What had he been about to say? 'I didn't mi...'? Zephyr felt almost giddy. Could he possibly have said 'I didn't mind'?
It felt like angels were singing, clouds disappearing at an alarming rate, and his head didn't even bother him anymore. He grinned.
"Y'know, I think I might have an idea what it was," he said thoughtfully. "So, since you said it's okay... Do you mind if I do it again?" Vance simply stared at him, mouth wide-open in shock. And blushing deep red. Zephyr's grin widened.
"I'll take that as an invitation," he said simply, before reaching up to grab Vance's face and kiss him silly. Oh god, yes. He tasted like... like... Zephyr didn't have words for what it was, so instead, he threw away those unneeded thoughts, letting his hands run through Vance's beautiful, silky hair to land at the back if his head, pulling him closer as his tongue played with the fangs. Mmmm, fangs.
But there was no response. Vance simply stood there, stiffly. Zephyr frowned. Had he guessed wrong? But then there was a sound that couldn't be described as anything but a needy groan, deep from Vance's throat, and a shivering thrill ran through him as hello, strong arms gathered around him, pulling him closer. He moaned happily, obviously startling Vance with the sound, before his pretty 'vampire' melted back into the kiss.
Inwardly cursing humans' sucky lung capacity - whales could hold their breath for hours - Zephyr broke the kiss, panting, looking up to find Vance no better off himself. He smirked.
"Man, I should have done this ages ago," he sighed in regret. Vance blinked dazedly at him. Hah, finally it was his turn to suffer!
"I've been crushing on you since my first morning here." Wide-eyed, Vance turned lobster red. How cute.
"Yeah," Zephyr agreed, before stealing another, shorter kiss. "You've been driving me insane with all your suggestions and random cuddling."
"I'm sorry..?" Vance tried, turning impossibly redder.
"I guess I can forgive you if you make it up to me," he smirked in reply. After a slight pause, he got a smirk back.
"That should probably be manageable," Vance observed, before bending down to kiss him thoroughly, and god, when the fangs bit down and pulled gently on his bottom lip, he almost lost it. Then they moved to attack his neck as well, the sharp and dangerous pressure against his skin making him shiver uncontrollably. He clung desperately to Vance's shirt as one arm both supported him and held him close, while the other let go before reappearing between them, slowly caressing a nipple he had never really thought of as sensitive before.
And he would probably never remember how they ended up on Vance's bed, or how their clothes suddenly disappeared, although he thought he'd vaguely noticed Vance's shirt resisting being pulled off, so it was simply ripped to shreds. Yes, definitely ripped to shreds, in a show of strength that made him moan.
Then slow, lazy kisses were trailed down his chest and stomach, every now and then biting gently with those maddeningly sexy fangs. It felt like all his muscles had turned liquid, and he could do nothing but shiver and gasp. Before he could register what it meant, strong hands were grabbing his hips, holding him down. Then Vance was licking him, doing wicked, wicked things with his tongue and mouth, completely shutting down his brain with how good it felt.
When Zephyr had finally managed to catch his breath and return to this world, he realized that Vance was now lying next to him, propped up on one arm, smiling. He frowned.
"What about you? Weren't you gonna..?" he asked timidly, blushing. He wanted it, but he wasn't really sure he was ready. It hurt, didn't it?
"Oh no, not now. It's too early, and besides, I don't have any lube," he explained with a smile, gently stroking Zephyr's cheek. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, I can take it," Zephyr protested, although he couldn't keep the shakiness from his voice. Vance kissed his forehead.
"No. Anal sex without lubrication is never okay," came the firm reply. "It can be downright dangerous. And you're obviously nervous about it, which isn't good either. I want you to enjoy it too. I can wait."
"No. No argument."
Zephyr pouted at him. "How do you know so much about anal sex, anyway?" he asked sulkily. Vance glanced away, blushing.
"Uh, my girlfriend in high school, yeah, she was kinda... y'know... kinky, always wanting to try new stuff," he mumbled in explanation, obviously embarrassed. "Enough about that, go to sleep."
"You're still hard," Zephyr pointed out as he pressed closer, grinning a bit as Vance gasped when he did. Slowly, he played with his wonderful, fanged man, enjoying the gasps and moans he could tease from him, and leaning in to kiss him. Really, he would be sorry to see those fangs go in a week and a half or so.
Vance didn't last much longer than he had, and as he came down from that high, Zephyr dove in for another kiss, this one slow and lazy. He wanted more, much more, but sighed happily, content to just cuddle for now. Strangely, his headache was gone, and his stomach seemed much better as well.
"Mmm, you're the best hang-over cure ever," he observed happily, clinging to Vance's arm.
"What, you're gonna put me on bottles and sell me off?" his new-found lover asked jokingly. He simply snorted in reply.
"Of course not. You're my hang-over cure."
"Hmm, maybe more. I'll think about it."
They spent rest of the day in bed, although admittedly sleeping wasn't all they did.
Thanks again for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Bye for now!