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Anton was curled up in his boyfriend’s lap like he always did this time of the month. It was just past 7 pm, and the night before had been the full moon. He was absolutely exhausted, and it didn’t help that his other monthly occurrence always began the same night. Viago was always so sweet with him though, keeping his house stocked with Anton’s usual cravings (salt and vinegar crisps) and heated blankets to wrap him in. Anton sighed and nestled deeper into Viago’s embrace, munching on a crisp from his “party-size” bag. Viago’s hands gently massaged Anton’s abdomen over the heated blanket they shared, doing wonders for his cramps. Sipping his herbal tea, he twisted a bit to smile at his attentive boyfriend. Nobody had ever made Anton feel so cared for, loved, and happy. (It didn’t hurt that he was incredible in bed as well) Viago smiled back, his sharp canines poking out over his bottom lip as he nuzzled Anton’s bare shoulder.
A knock sounded on the front door before Jackie walked in carrying this week’s groceries. (Paper plates, plastic cups and utensils for Deacon)
“Hello, boys,” she called out, “rough night, Ant?”
“Rough night, rough week coming, you know the drill.” Anton smiled weakly.
Jackie wiggled her eyebrows. “Well, I bet he just loves these next few days, yeah?”
Anton laughed, about to correct Jackie when Viago cut in.
“Oh yes! It is wonderful to take care of Anton when he is menstruating. He can get a bit grouchy and tired from the moon and wrangling his pack the night before, but he’s rather cute like that, aren't you, mein hündchen ?” Viago booped his nose. “I love giving him some tummy rubs too, to help with the cramping.”
Jackie laughed and gave Anton a pointed look that seemed to say “He does know , right?”
Anton laughed with her, trying to reassure her that Viago did know, because of course he did. When Anton had explained after their first full moon together that it was the same time as his period, Viago had nodded emphatically and said “Oh yes, the shedding of the uterine lining, I remember my sisters complaining about it often back when I was alive.” Viago had made him special teas to help, that he somehow remembered after over 300 years of not needing to use the recipes. He marveled at the modern wonder of electric blankets and happily declared that he was glad he wouldn’t need to boil rags for Anton. He was fascinated by Anton’s explanations of menstrual cups and period boxers. He remarked on how useful the products were and waxed poetic about their sustainability. Anton loved his strange little vampire.
As Jackie left the room, Anton pondered what she had meant. Surely she didn’t think that Viago was drinking the blood from him? He was no stranger to Viago drinking from him, of course. He would often puncture his neck or shoulder in the throes of passion, and it was one of Anton’s favorite things about being with the vampire. There was something so beautiful, so carnal , about feeling him take whatever he needed from Anton. He healed quickly anyway, so it was hardly an issue. Viago had even bottled some of his blood for later, rambling about how much he loved the taste of the werewolf’s blood. Anton and Viago had never had sex on his period, though that was more because of his physical exhaustion surrounding those days. Anton figured Viago wouldn’t be interested in that blood anyway, it was waste, after all. Anton felt a little sad (and a little gross). He wondered if Viago found him repulsive like this, if that’s why he wouldn’t try anything.
Anton leaned to the side, making eye contact with Viago. “Why haven’t you tried it?”
“What do you mean, darling?”
“Ya know,” Anton felt sheepish now, bringing it up. “Eating me out?”
Viago gave him a quizzical look. “I have many times, mein hündchen , what are you talking about?”
Anton flushed. “No, I know that, you know I love that, but I mean, now. When I’m like this .”
Viago wrinkled his nose. “Eugh, why would I? You are dripping with waste . Gross.”
Anton nodded. “That was my thought! Jackie doesn’t know what she’s talking about, that blood is so different—”
“What do you mean, blood ?” Viago was staring at him with wide eyes.
Anton stared back. “What do I—Vi? You know, menstruating?”
Viago continued to stare in shock. “The ultra-nutrient-rich lining of the uterus is blood ?”
“Yes, I thought you knew that, you seemed to be an expert on it and—”
“Why did you never tell me?!” Viago wailed.
Anton tried not to giggle. “So you’re telling me, that all this time, you didn’t know?”
“No! If I had known, I…” Viago stared at Anton, almost hungrily. “I would’ve established a very different moon recovery routine for you.”
Anton raised his eyebrows, feeling a familiar heat begin to pool at the base of his stomach. “Oh.”
Viago parted his lips, his tongue swiping over his fangs. “May I try it, hündchen ? Please?”
Anton sucked in a breath. “Yeah, alright, but let’s go to your room first—”
Viago picked Anton up and carried him upstairs at a frightening speed, laying him down on the bed he bought for them months ago.
Anton yelped at the sudden change in scenery. This was something he’d never get used to, no matter how many times Viago did it. After getting his bearings, he wriggled out of his sweatpants and looked up at Viago expectantly. “The rest is up to you, mate.”
Viago simply stood there, staring at Anton’s parted thighs.
“Vi? You still with me?”
Viago blinked. “Yes, yes, of course, my darling. I was admiring you and got a bit distracted.” He looked at the duvet, then back to his boyfriend. “Don’t take your fancy boxers off yet, I want to set down some towels. I fear this may get messy.”
Anton groaned good-naturedly as Viago fluttered around the room, fussing with towels and moving Anton around the bed as if he weighed nothing. When he was finally satisfied with the setup, he laid himself between Anton’s legs, gently kissing him as he tugged down the boxers.
Once those were dealt with, Viago sat back on his heels and unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves before rolling them up to his elbows.
“Don’t want to get messy,” he smiled at Anton, looking rather dashing with his forearms bared, waistcoat accentuating his delicate frame.
Anton pulled him back for a searing kiss before tugging Viago’s curls to direct him to his neck. “Please, Vi. Please.”
“Patience, mein hündchen , you are far too pretty for me to rush this.” Viago licked his lips playfully, making Anton blush down his chest.
Anton did his best to keep his hands to himself as Viago slowly kissed his way to Anton’s soft belly.
“Good boy,” Viago whispered as he pressed a kiss to Anton’s hip, making him whine. “You’re being so good for me, hündchen . Such a good boy.”
Anton keened, trying his best not to throw his head back and howl.
“Viag ooo ,” he squeezed his eyes shut, beginning to pant. “ Please .”
Viago hummed. “Does mein hündchen want a treat?”
Anton whined, nodding vigorously.
Viago smiled before gently dragging two fingers up through Anton’s slit, making the man whimper wantonly. Lifting the hand to his face, the vampire slowly licked the blood off and sucked his fingers into his mouth. He rolled his eyes back, making a real show of it. The dandy had always added a flair of performance to their indulgent nights.
Anton watched with wide eyes as his boyfriend released his now-clean fingers from his mouth with a filthy pop .
“You taste positively divine , my love.”
Anton was shaking despite hardly being touched. “Viago I swear to G—I mean, shit, if you don’t touch me more right the fuck now I—”
“Ah,” Viago shushed him. “Naughty swearwolf. I need you to be good for me, remember?”
“Sorry Vi. I’ll be good, I promise.” Anton gave Viago his best puppy eyes. “Please keep going?”
The vampire smiled wickedly before diving headfirst between Anton’s bulky thighs. He dragged his tongue in circles around Anton’s cock before sucking the nub into his mouth. He maneuvered his shoulders, eventually getting Anton’s legs to rest atop them. Viago curled his arms around his lover’s thick waist, pinning his hips down with long, ice-cold fingers as Anton bucked into his mouth.
Viago hummed before letting his tongue flick out, eager to taste the blood he craved. He pushed inside, digging his tongue as deep as he could before lapping it up. Repeating the motion, faster and faster, he could feel Anton’s breathing getting shorter as well, trying to match the inhuman pace Viago had set. He moved one hand to Anton’s soft belly, wordlessly telling him to try to catch his breath.
Anton listened, reaching down to clasp Viago’s hand with his own. He crossed his ankles behind the vampire’s shoulder blades, pinning his head in place.
Viago moaned at the weight of Anton’s muscular calves on the back of his head. The sound of panting above him was muffled now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could already feel himself getting stronger with the relatively small amount of blood to feed on. Then again, he recalled in his lusty haze, this blood was enough to grow and sustain life, of course it was extra filling.
Anton’s body seized up, his back arching as he reached his climax. Viago could only barely make out the howls of his name between Anton’s cries.
After Anton had stilled for a minute, Viago squeezed his hand, checking in. Too much?
Two back. A bit.
Anton relaxed his legs, spreading them so Viago could look up at him.
Viago smiled as Anton reached to wipe the blood off his chin before drawing the digits into his mouth, savoring every drop.
“You like it then?” Anton asked.
Viago gave a blissful, half-lidded smile around Anton’s fingers and nodded.
“Oh good.” Anton dragged his other hand through Viago’s hair, ruffling his curls. “I enjoyed it too. We should do that more often.”
Viago couldn’t agree more.