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Mockingbird

Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

Mockingbird

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[ Hugo was so pale that it was almost impossible to hide when a blush of color takes him. The bright color spreads over his cheeks and flood porcelain skin from ear tip to shoulders. It would take more time to believe it or trust it, the sound of it still made him feel a hope that the day he did would come. It was frightening, but the thrill of home becoming a person once again was a warm feeling.

Absolutely no one could ever know.]

That is true. It is also true for certain kind of vampire. I can't say I've ever run into them in real life, but fictional vampires sometimes need to carry dirt of their 'home' with them as they travel.

This is more convenient; both for roosting and for resting.

[ His eyes were already half closed. It was anyone's guess how long it would take him to fall asleep like this against Lycaon. That didn't stop the more curious or chaotic thoughts from blinking in his mind like stars. ]

How soundproof are your walls?

[paraselenic]

[He could feel the soft increase in Hugo's body temperature against him, and it takes every ounce in him not to wag his tail. It would ruin the moment, and all Hugo would get out of it was an unconventional beating.

His 'pack', as outdated and traditional as that term was, had reformed. Sure, all it consisted of was a one-eyed wolf and a hypoglycemic bat, but it was all he wanted. A secret they would keep as long as the world would let them. It was a ticking time bomb until the public found out about this relationship, but no one had to know just how deep it went. That part was for them only.]

Vampires are overly complicated in everything they do. [Maybe he'd mess with Hugo a bit and leave some of his tail fur on his briefcase.]

...

[Hugo's question causes him to close his eyes, his chest heaving in a reserved, but deep chuckle that resonated from the depths of his chest. The thoughts that danced through his mind betrayed any dignified air he currently possessed.]

I haven't checked. [His hand goes to his lips in thought, fangs peeking through the spaces between his fingers in an almost predatory grin.] But I am certain it won't be enough.

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I could have meant it innocently.

[ He did not mean it innocently, but there were innocent ways of knowing. Maybe Lycaon heard children or yelling. He has no idea. No matter what more innocent way there was, the answer felt pretty accurate in his mind. He didn't know, granted, but he can imagine that if they did end up getting complaints, it was going to be because someone sounded like they were being mauled by a dog. ]

... Wait, are you saying I'm loud? Me? When you have all of this bulk and an untested bed? You're so rude.

[ He huffed gently, closing his eyes completely now, relaxing fully against his side. ]

As if you aren't also going to be noisy. Growling and what not.

[paraselenic]

I was merely looking out for you. Your ears are sensitive.

[He didn't either, but this sort of banter was second nature to them. One of his claws idly traces circles on Hugo's back as he thinks about it--yes, he'd definitely have to look into it.]

Your volume increases the higher your emotional state, so yes. But I can't deny you bring out my...untamed side. I wouldn't want the neighbors to worry.

[He'd probably have to replace his bed for something sturdier. Eventually.

Now that he thinks on it, the whole house could use an update. It was rather open for the size it was, and the upstairs went unused. Maybe he could do some renovations on that area for them.]

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My ears ARE sensitive, but that doesn't mean-

[ He stops, mid-climb to press his lips thin instead, turning his face into Lycaon's fur. Just like that, he fell right into proving what Lycaon was saying almost the very moment he said it. Taking a heavy breath, he opens his eyes and tries again. ]

It can also go lower. It depends on what state. You make me sound shrill and emotional, and that is not so.

But I will also enjoy bringing out your untamed side. Not tonight, but soon. You should continue recovering. These wounds along your arm shouldn't go ignored.

[ Also, he was already so comfortable in this cocoon of fur that he could feel his ever present exhaustion pleading for rest. ]

[paraselenic]

[Lycaon could not look more smug if he tried. In fact, he even opens his mouth to yawn, a low pitched whine escaping as his teeth catch air. Hugo's body heat collecting against his fur was starting to lull him to sleep too, and his eyes become heavier.]

Not tonight.

[He agrees. His body was all but begging for rest as well, after that accursed board game, his injuries, and the emotional fatigue of laying everything bare. But mark his words, he won't let Hugo go without something to show for it.

Rolling himself to angle his head to rest on the pillow of his bed, he folded Hugo completely in his arms, Tail layered perfectly to make him practically enveloped among white fur. His head shoves itself past Hugo's jawline, nose pressing into the base of his neck.

Teeth bared for just a moment as they placed themselves on that pale skin, teething and pressing into the skin enough that small red indents could be both felt and seen. He was an expert at how much pressure to apply with them, even on skin as fair as Hugo's. He didn't need to apply too much pressure to make that mark shown, but he wanted something to cement this moment before sleep takes him. A goodnight 'kiss' of sorts, and promise he has to come back for it the next morning.

Satisfied, he lifts his teeth from that neckline, the soft glisten of where his saliva had touched just barely visible in the darkness of that room. His snout moves past Hugo's ear to bury into his hair, dead set on memorizing the scent of that shampoo as his breathing evens out, sleep beginning to take him at last.

The soft sound of snores follows soon after.]

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[ Here Hugo was, expecting something akin to the way dogs rub their head against someone they like. A short moment of thinking Lycaon was going to do something uncharacteristically cute and dog-like. What a fool Hugo was, even as he reached to pet the fur of his neck and shoulder. He spent many nights thinking about how some mornings they would wake up cuddled into one another instead of the pure mayhem of trying to fit those two bodies in that rickety old bed. He was tucked so well against Lycaon, wrapped in his fur and presence.

It was perfect.

The gleam of his fangs caught his attention before he was going to close his eyes, watching him sink his teeth in with slowly widening eyes. That creepy of pink flushed over his pale skin. The press of Lycaon's teeth bloomed darker colors at the expanse where his neck met his shoulder. His breath hitched, a quiet gasp and intake of air when he was marked.

Even when Lycaon does do what Hugo thought he was going to in the first place, it takes Hugo a little longer to close his eyes, waiting for his heart to stop pounding.

Fuck. He was going to have to buy those shirts sooner rather than later.

With a bit more time to push down the percolating thoughts of those new marks on his skin, Hugo, too closed his eyes. Finally letting darkness take him. What dreams he did have would be sure to include many thoughts about Lycaon's 'goodnight kiss'.]