Did someone say vampires @margotdanslebois??
This popped in my head as I was leaving work...
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“I’m scared,” Wilhelm said.
Underneath him on the bed, Simon stretched his neck, baring the skin there. Tempting.
“Of what?”
Wilhelm closed his eyes so he couldn’t see Simon’s throat, the blood pulsing just under his perfect jaw.
It didn’t help. He could still smell Simon, could still feel Simon, warm skin against cold. He held his breath.
“You know what.”
Simon’s hands tightened on Wilhelm’s waist, nails digging in.
“Say it.”
Wilhelm let out his held breath with a shudder.
“I’m scared… that if I start…” He opened his eyes and met Simon’s gaze. “I won’t be able to stop.”
It was dark, but Wilhelm could see the challenge on Simon’s face in perfect clarity.
“Then don’t.”
Simon lifted his chin. Wilhelm leaned in…
An elbow to his ribs woke him from the dream.
“Sorry,” Simon muttered. He was tugging the duvet up from where it was sliding off the end of the bed. When he got it up to his shoulders, he turned on his side and cozied up to Wilhelm, who was lying on his back.
Wilhelm rubbed his eyes with the hand not pinned under Simon’s pillow. Simon must have seen his expression, because he asked,
“Weird dream?”
If Wilhelm closed his eyes, he could still see dream-Simon stretched out under him, tilting his head against the pillow. He could remember the want.
“Very weird,” he replied.
Simon snaked a frigid hand across Wilhelm’s stomach, and Wilhelm almost jerked away. But Simon was prepared for this reaction, and wrapped his arm around Wilhelm’s middle, holding him in place.
“Good weird or bad weird?” He asked, ignoring Wilhelm’s noise of indignation.
“Good…. I think? You were there.”
“Mm,” Simon said, drawing one knee over Wilhelm’s thigh. “That’s always good.”
“I think I was going to hurt you.”
“Oh. That’s bad.”
Wilhelm tucked his free hand under the covers so he could rub Simon’s arm, which wasn’t as cold as his hand, but still wasn’t yet warm.
“No, but like… you wanted me to. I think I was going to… bite you?”
“Kinky,” Simon said.
“I was like, really into your blood.”
“Ooh. Were you a vampire? Did I want you to bite me?”
Wilhelm pulled his head to the side a little so he could look Simon in the face.
“How did you get to that so fast?”
Simon shrugged one shoulder. “I dunno. I’ve thought about it.”
“About me being a vampire?”
“No, just like, if you were a vampire, would I want you to bite me? And I think definitely yes. Sounds hot.”
Wilhelm tilted his head against Simon’s so he could bury his face in Simon’s curls. He smelled like smoke from the bonfire they went to last night, and under that, his citrus shampoo.
“I didn’t want to bite you though. I was worried I’d Turn you.”
“Also hot,” Simon said promptly.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I mean, was it not hot?”
Before Wilhelm could answer, Simon pushed up on one elbow, the duvet falling to expose one bare shoulder. It was no wonder Simon was always cold at night; he refused to sleep in a shirt.
“You’re going to tell me, that if you were a vampire, and I was a human, and I had alllll this blood just here for the taking, and I went like this” — he tilted his head, showing off his neck – “ you wouldn’t want a little bitey-bite?”
Wilhelm’s eyes followed the curve of Simon’s perfect jaw — just as perfect in real life as it was in the dream – and over the jut of his Adam’s apple down to the delicate hollow of his throat, and said –
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Simon’s perfect jaw dropped in fake shock. He pulled away from Wilhelm and got up on his knees, bringing the duvet with him like a cape as he straddled Wilhelm’s hips.
“You’re telling me,” he continued, dropping one corner of the duvet so he could trail his fingertips down the side of his throat, over the ridge of his collarbone, “that you wouldn’t want just a tiny little taste?”
Wilhelm sucked in his bottom lip.
“Mm,” he said, noncommittal.
Simon leaned down suddenly, nearly knocking his head into Wilhelm’s chin, and shoved his nose under Wilhelm’s jaw. He licked up the side of Wilhelm’s neck, all the way to his ear. Wilhelm shivered.
“I’d want it,” Simon breathed into his ear. “And I’d Turn you, too. You’d never get rid of me.”
And then he stuck his tongue in Wilhelm’s ear.
Wilhelm yelped and jerked his head away, and Simon sat upright again, laughing his ass off.
“You’re the worst,” Wilhelm groaned, rubbing at his ear.
Simon just grinned as he pulled the duvet over his shoulders again.
“I’d make a great vampire,” he declared.
Wilhelm pinched him in the side, and he yelped.
“You’d lure me in,” Wilhelm agreed. “You’d bewitch me. You’d cheat, though. You’d use your Thrall on me. I wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Simon scoffed. “Excuse me, I wouldn’t need magic to seduce you.” He tilted his head back again, shaking it side to side like he was shaking out long curls. “I’d ensnare you with my exquisite beauty and charm.”
And looking at him, warm and bright as the sun, beautiful even with the duvet wrapped ridiculously around him, Wilhelm couldn’t find it in himself to disagree.
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