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With a deep breath, the man recovered a portion of sense from his somnolent mind.
The first thing he recognized was the static sound of the radio, its locutor drawling quiet words. The second thing he recognized was the rusty springs pressing hard against his back. The third thing he recognized was the shift in the air.
People like him knew perfectly when the Sisters started to rotated their position.
And, lastly, the fourth thing he recognized was a pair of golden eyes, highlighted more by the block's street lamps; fixed on him from its place on the entrance threshold door.
But the man didn't seem to care at all. A warm feeling installed on his chest and face, putting a dopey smile on him and making his eyes close again. “Good mornin', babe”
The silhouette took a heavy step forward, gaze never leaving the body resting on the couch, in what seems to be a nest of fluffy pillows, cushions and a familiar spatial frogs themed blanket.
With a small sigh, the figure closed carefully the door, waiting not to make any sound. Another step and we went to the corner where they put their shoes.
Cobb purred at the rhythm of the melody, while the man hung his coat.
His smile winded more, hearing his humming was continued.
The blinds filtered light, revealing a man with strong features, big brown eyes similar to a puppy's, and an evident tiredness in his frame. More steps carried on until he got in front of the couch.
Although his eyes were closed, he didn't knew to open to see the angry expression his husband's face got.
“Why are you not on bed?”, his voice pitched on a mumbling.
A grunt came out from his throat when his settle changed, eyes still unopened. ''You know I can't sleep when you're out''.
Cobb didn't knew why they were talking like that. After the first five months, pups' sleeping cycles got better, and theirs had had already passed that stage. As good as he remembered, he was almost seven years. But maybe they just got accustomed.
''Cobb'' it wasn't a daily thing hear a vampire whining like a werewolve. ''I don't want you to be sore tomorrow...'' The vampire arched over, with the intention of carry him to bed. but his partner put his hands on his back, lowering Din towards his chest.
''C'mon, let's stay here for a while'', he pleaded, somewhat childishly, largering the first 'o'. ''We'll go to our room after, 'kay?''. The wolve curled up even more on the furniture, hiding his face into the other's hair.
Din sigh, resignated. ''I don't want to hear your crying tomorrow, 'kay?'' He mocked the last part. Between the curls of his hair, his husband laughed victoriously
Silence stretched between them after their conversation. in which Din felt the rise and fall of his spouse chest, following the static. A deep purr sneaked right in his bones.
Even if he wanted to focus, Din couldn't tear his eyes away from the windown.
The small slits in the blinds let in beautiful gleams, yellow and artifitial which landed on specific sides of the room; leaving splashes reflected on their skins.
The artifitial light was the closest thing similar to the sun that Din could feel in his skin since the transformation.
There wasn't a single day where didn't missed being bathed by her rays.
It wasn't that he was unhappy with his life. That would be utterly false.
He loved with all his cold heart his husband and pup, and the life they'd built for him.
But... Sometimes he wondered how different his life would be if they hadn't given him this curse.
When they were two teenagers with the world ahead, they used to go out day to day. Their families barely saw them in a good week and now, with that in mind, his stomach sank.
Din Djarin was now four - almost five decades and he couldn't put a foot outside in the sun without starting to feel his skin wrining and burning.
Cobb didn't like to left him feeling exclude; he always tried to include Din on their diurnal activities. The amount of solar creams and large hats they owned was as surprising as ridicously, but he knew he made it with love.
Yet... to only though about the sun rays starking his tanned skin, adding more freckles to his body, drying the water on his skin, even the fact that he loved looking at its blues, purples and oranges...
Maybe yes, Din could say he was jealous. The real question, though, was if that jealousy was from the sun or Cobb.
He didn't liked to be cheesy, but, Cobb has become his sun since the accident occured.
Cobb had born and lived all his life as a creature, unlike him. Even if years passed since the pains and aches started, it didn't mean they have dissapear or aliviated.
If something worst happened to him, Din think he wouldn't know what he would do.
That was why he didn't like when, every night, his spouse waited for him on the couch. Or when he took way more time on his monthly visits to the town.
They were old creatures. Both of them. Their pup, however, was aware of the modern world that they were living - and man, saying that hitter harder that it should.
Jealous, overprotection and all that shit were bad. He knew perfectly because each day he heard somebody repeating it.
And he knew perfectly that try to justificate that behavior was wrong, but he couldn't help it-
''Hey,'' the wolve's hoarse voice made him jump. ''I remembered that, when I was doing the kid's dinner, I did no gave you your because I saw your tupper on the counter.. Did you ate anything?''
Certainly, if his heart was alive in those moments, it would betray him. ''... Yes''
Cobb sighed. There was no anger behind it, just resignation.
''You could unbutton my shirt, if you want to. But I can't guarantee being awake to do something''. Din swatted his chest, a smile and a blush spreading on his face when he saw the suggestive movement he made with his eyebrows. Cobb cackled under his breath.
''... I mean it, darling'' his hand petted his hip, almost delicate. ''I don't mind you driking from me''.
Din's nosetrils had already flare and he was sure that his eyes were dilatated.
It just that, how not to resist? Cobb's blood smelled and tasted so sweet... Snuggled as close as they were, it was so easy to put his mouth close...
A broken hiccup came out from his throath, ''I don't want to bleed you dry, I-I can't do it''.
Cobb pressed him more by his side, stroking his hair on a try to soothe him. ''Shh, it won't happen. I will count the seconds with you, I promise''.
One, two, three and four, his trembling fingers unfastened his shirt's buttons.
Five, six, seven and eight, he stopped to whiff the aroma off of his skin; sweat, condiments and bourbon tingled his nose.
Nine, ten, eleven and twelve, his fangs sank into his tanned skin, letting the tears escape from his eyes.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen and twenty, Cobb's long fingers dug in his scalp, nails scratching the short hairs there while mumbling sweet nonenses between the curls.
Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three and twenty four, Din's tongue sealed the wound, letting his forehead rest there after.