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He’d ordered his coffee already and was loitering at one of the stand-up only tables waiting for it. Stefan liked to people-watch, so that’s what he started doing. It was near a college, so there were a wide range of students, he could almost tell their majors, some of them were pretty obvious, but there was one young man. He was reading, just reading, and Stefan was struck by his handsome face, and the fact that he was reading a physics book for fun. He’d seen him here before, a few times, always with a science book, always reading to himself, but he hadn’t said anything yet. It wasn’t because he was nervous, it was because he knew their kinds didn’t get along well: wolves had an unmistakable smell to vampires. But he was so attractive, not just physically.
“Grande soy americano for Stef!” Drink collected from the barista, he walked over towards him.
“Excuse me,” his accent was slight, but there, words laced with a smile “Is anyone sitting there?” Maybe the young man would let him sit, maybe he wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot, Stefan was highly intrigued.
Coffee shops. This town had so many of them, nearly one on every damn corner, and it took Douglas a while to found one where he felt comfortable. Or rather invisible. He’d never much liked the attention that good looks had given him. The nearby college had allowed him a certain protection as it was often filled with people his own age, and his choice reading material had kept most at bay. He looked like every other early twenty something who was studying. He’d buy a tea, or a chocolate frapp on hot days, and read for hours. No Daz to tease him, and no busy gym sounds. It kept him from asking Mal 101 questions, and kept him busy. Everything changed the day the Vampire showed up. He smelled him immediately, but his scent was different from most. He didn’t reek of death and decay as others he’d encountered (his own father included), and he didn’t set the wolf on edge. Still, Douglas chose to ignore him, not wanting the possible conflict. It seemed the feeling was mutual until the day everything changed.
He could easily hear the vampire over the melodious turmoil of Bach playing in his earbuds but didn’t decide to respond until he glanced up to him. He was... disgustingly charming, and not for his immortal good looks, but the way his smile sat just a bit higher on one side, the way his eyes looked so soft, kind. The kind of kindness that rotted away with age and cynicism. Douglas pulled his feet from the seat in front of him and pulled out one headphone.
“I should be tellin’ ya no, and you shouldn’t be wantin’ t’ sit here at all,” he said, though his softened smile gave all the invitation he needed.
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He could hear that there was music coming from the wolf’s ipod, but he knew he didn’t need to yell, wolves hearing was renowned, there was no reason to draw more attention to them. This wasn’t the first wolf Stefan had met, but he had never felt a reason to be rude or angry in the presence of beasts. In all honesty, he found them intriguing, any other creatures as well, they were all just fascinating to him. Stefan didn’t care about what their lore supposedly said, that they were enemies, he preferred to see the person behind the monster.
Perfect, he was accepted. His day was already being made. “Thank you,” his smile grew when the feet left the seat, and it did not dull at the wolf’s words. Curling into his chair, he sipped his coffee. Oh, he was foreign, too! How delightful. “And why not? This is the only free seat in the shop. I’m Stefan, by the way, pleased to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, ignoring supposed ‘laws’ that made this young man his enemy. “Are you a student?” He knew he wasn’t, but it was a conversation starter.
As his smile widened, Douglas found himself smiling too. Daz would have been so mad, and Mal, well, Douglas was sure he would have boxed his ears just for talking to a vampire politely given their most recent issues, but he reminded himself that he didn’t owe either of them explanations when he came to what sort of men her talked to or wanted to talk to. The vampire was attractive, he was polite and not looking down his nose at Douglas. Not to mention this was NOT the only free seat, but, he had chosen this one anyway. The werewolf decided there was no need to point that out.
“Ya mean ‘side that whole mortal enemies thing?” he teased before taking his hand firmly and giving it a shake. “Nice t’ meet you too, Stefan. Name’s Douglas. But most just call me Duggy,” be strong, Dug, “You can call me what ya like,” he said at some real attempt at friendliness or flirtation. Christ. His ears were already turning red and his eyes looked down to the book. “Nah, I work at the boxin’ gym. Just like science.”
musiolek:
Oh no, he was really gorgeous when he smiled wide like that. Stefan couldn’t help noticing he smelled tremendous, too, not just his blood, but him. Whether it be pheromones or something else, he found himself quite taken already. Blue eyes, bright and full of life stared back at him as he couldn’t stop taking in every curve of his face, studying it like a textbook, already memorising it with great care.
He gave a shrug, “I think that has more to do with people believing more in the creatures’ histories than actually giving the shreds of humanity a decent chance. There’s still a person there, still a chance to be friendly.” Stefan always saw the good in people, regardless of their species. A good swift shake, he lingered in the grip a bit too long. “Douglas, I think I like that best,” a handsome man such as he wouldn’t have a child’s nickname, not for him. “Oh, do you box? I’m a fan of science myself, so much so I have a degree,” he said with a soft laugh, leaning in a bit.
Back to him the blue eyes traveled, the touch too long. Douglas’s heart beating just fast enough that he felt further flustered. He couldn’t hide that. His name sounded so natural on his tongue that he was certain, his blush was evident now. He needed to get a grip, push it back. But the sparkle in Stefan’s eyes just wouldn’t let him. This was bad. Crushes were not something he had the luxury for, and oh lord, what was he doing to himself.
“No, I just.. it’s home, ya know?” it was the simple answer. He didn’t know this man and he was a vampire, telling him he actually lived there would be too compromising and he felt compromised enough. “Where you from?” he asked, leaning closer as well. Oh, he was handsome and he was intriguing, and his voice entrancing. This was definitely bad.
musiolek:
Honestly, if there wasn’t this utter innocence about him, Stefan might have gone straight for the “do you want to get out of here?” line, but he could tell that if he did that, it would be the end of their involvement. And honestly, he wasn’t that type of man, either. He liked to get to know people before falling into bed with them, especially with the…difference between him and most other men. He was falling hard, though, and he honestly wasn’t about to hold himself back.
Home, a concept Stefan hadn’t thought of in decades, something he didn’t really have anymore. He could see himself finding a home in Douglas’ eyes, though, and he had no problems with the idea. There was a faint smell of leather about him, perhaps from the boxing gloves? “Originally or where do I go home to at night?” a smirk stayed on his lips, gentle smile as he already felt Douglas fitting into the little nooks and crannies that he thought would never be filled. “Your accent…England, yes?”
There was a part of Douglas that wished to fast-forward to a day from now, maybe two. To see where they’d be, if this interest of something more, if it really was reciprocated. If the world would get in the way or if they would be... something more. Oh, how he wished to know what if felt like to have Stefan’s fingers through his hair. Was this what it was? Knowing the life you’d lead would be long and strenuous and finding someone who you could imagine going home to, wanted to go home to.
“Both,” he said, attempting some sort of boldness, his lips curling into something more sly but the flush to his face hardly made it a convincing battle. How did he prove to the world not to be a child when he’d never felt more like one? He didn’t know the first thing about flirting. “Yea, East London. But came stateside when I was.. 14, I believe. Just me and my bruv.” Who would kill him, actively slaughter him. “We’re sumthin’ like a fam’ly now. Not quite a pack.” Would he lay beside him as he read. Would he hold him when the world was too much, or show the patience he needed.
musiolek:
By this point, Stefan was forgetting about his coffee and the world around him was beginning to dim out. All that was important to him right now, all he wanted to be around for the rest of his long, long life was Douglas. He was consciously ignoring the thoughts trying to go through his head, wondering what the nape of his neck smelled like, what the skin of his chest would feel like against his lips. Those could happen, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself.
“Well, then,” he smiled a bit wider again, “Germany, initially, now just on the other side of the university.” Fourteen? Alone with his brother? That opened so many questions that he wasn’t sure were appropriate to ask yet. “Wow… Your brother took good care of you.” Stefan didn’t even notice that he’d wrapped his hand around Duggy’s, thumb idly dragging back and forth across the back of his palm. “Well, whatever brought you two here, I’m certainly glad you’re here, now.”
Douglas could still hear the music of his earbuds playing soft and sweet, flutes dancing, violins swaying. It felt so apt for the moment like all of time and space had wrapped perfectly around this one place. This was where he was meant to be, needed to be and he was so grateful. Like he couldn’t recall all of the horrors he’d seen, all of the awful things he’d gone through, or maybe they felt worth it because for the very first time a guy was holding his hand, and tenderly so like it was the most dear hand in all the world.
“No where else I’d rather be,” the words slipped out before he could catch them and maybe that was fine. He wasn’t sure about so many things in his life, but this moment felt right. He hoped it truly was. “Daz is a good guy, yeah. He’s done a lot for me, for us. I’m still learnin’ how to spread my own wings. You.. what do you do?” he didn’t figure he had much in the way of family, being a vampire and all, was sure now would be an awful time to ask.
musiolek:
Nowhere else I’d rather be. That was literally all Stefan needed to hear. It was like a full orchestra cropped up like one of those flash mobs, the violins and woodwinds serenading them as the began their little dance around each other. It was easier now, they had settled into each other so easily, and he agreed. “Me, too.”
The way he idolised his brother, it was obvious whenever he met him–if he met him–he’d thank him first and foremost. “Seems like it.” Stefan couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t know wolves could grow wings,” but his tone was light, it was evident he didn’t mean it seriously. He gave his hand a bit of a squeeze as he wished the table wasn’t between them, already he wanted to take him into his arms and sit there talking about nothing as he carded his fingers through his hair. “I’m a counselor at the LGBT center in town, I wear a lot of different hats there, though,” a shy modesty, “I love it. I help so many people.”
Douglas was just so in love with everything about him, everything, as they talked and talked for hours, talked about the center, they talked about themselves, what they liked, where they’d been, what they’d seen and where they wanted to be. Douglas could have listened to him talk for hours and really he had. Before either of them knew it they were the only ones in the shop. And after another hour, the manager approached, telling them it was time to go.
“Seems we’ve out stayed our welcome,” he joked before pulling his hand back to pack away his book in a messenger bag he slung over her shoulder. He stood first but waited for Stefan to join him before leaving the shop. He hoped and in part knew his wasn’t goodbye, no, even if they never exchanged numbers he had faith they’d find one another. This felt like something more than chance. “I’ve never closed down the shop before,” he said as they breached the doors, weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Can’t believe it’s after midnight.”
musiolek:
In all honesty, Stefan had never had a conversation this long in his entire life. There was something to be said about not having to hide anything about himself, the long life, the avoidance of sunlight…He could truly be himself and not worry about accidentally outing himself. And Douglas was so interesting, everything he said he hung off every word. The sun went down and he didn’t even notice.
He smiled, a slight blush rose in his cheeks, “Oh.” He’d come in with nothing but his person, so there was nothing to clean up, “Neither have I,” he couldn’t help laughing a bit once they got outside, the warm air hitting their faces. Now there was no table between them, they were so close he could feel the heat coming off the wolf. “I had no idea the shop was open that late,” he admitted. “I…had a wonderful time getting to know you. Thank you for letting me sit with you, I am glad you did.” His face was down-turned as he looked up through his lashes at Douglas, still entranced by his eyes.
He saw him, handsome and sincere and so much kinder that anyone he’d ever met. He saw him, really saw him and Stefan saw Douglas in return. Not the person he was as he stood behind Darren or Mal, not the scared child, but who he really was. It was more than just refreshing. As he looked at Douglas and Douglas looked back, he felt his own cheeks begin to burn. He knew he didn’t want the night, the moment to end, but he really should get back. He was sure it was only out of stubbornness that Mal hadn’t called him 4 times.
“’m glad I did too,” he said just as softly before, hands slotting into the pockets of his jeans, trying to busy themselves. He knew for certain that he wouldn’t walk away if he didn’t make himself. But then looked at Stefan again, and stepped a bit closer. He could be bold, wanted to be bold, and though it made his stomach feel like jelly, he didn’t care. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Stefan’s lips.
musiolek:
His lips were so warm against his own, and he was surprised only for the barest of moments. Stefan thought he was going to have to make the first move, Douglas had seemed so shy to him, despite getting along so well, he was a gentle young man. This moment was everything he wanted, though, and Stefan immediately returned it, hand coming to gently rest at the small of Douglas’s back as he angled his head just slightly, eyes closing. His lips still faintly tasted of the pastry he’d been eating an hour ago, lips soft and his wolfish scent pervaded through everything, it was almost intoxicating.
It was one of those movie perfect moments, the climax of those cheesy romantic comedies when the girl finally gets the guy she wants, except he wasn’t sure who was who in this situation, and he didn’t care. He continued kissing him long as he dared, deepening it just a bit before pulling back, resting their foreheads together. “We could, ah, keep talking at my flat. Just talk, of course.” If Douglas wanted to do something else, well, he wouldn’t necessarily stop him, but he didn’t want to be the type to rush into things, didn’t want to scare him off either.
He was breathless in the moment his kiss was returned, a moment and yet forever. Douglas swore that time had stopped or maybe turned on it’s end as they kissed, and he was lulled by his taste, as sweet as the pastry, as delicious. As Stefan pulled away his lips nearly gave chase until his better sense kicked. in. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t over do it. He wanted to savor every moment of this, of them. Of whatever this was.
“I want t’,” he said quietly, the unspoken but clear, but his eyes were still bright, still hopeful. “I want nothin’ more. If ‘m not back soon, they’ll send out the search party,” and one of them was going to have some serious words with him. “I would like to see you again, if you’d like that.” He was so unsure of what to do, what to say, and he only hoped he was making the right choices now.
musiolek:
He couldn’t help laughing a bit, “Overprotective family?” Stefan asked, eyes twinkling with something akin to joy but so much more so. His hand didn’t move from Douglas’s back, and his other went up to cup the side of his face. “I would very much like that.” Now was Stefan’s turn to be bold, to show him that this was good, this was right, and that if he didn’t have to leave, they would never be separate again.
Stefan’s fingers traced along Douglas’s waist and reached into his pocket, taking his cell phone out. Opening a new contact, he put in his phone and home address, saving it with his name and a coffee emoji. “You would be welcome any time,” he didn’t want to separate, didn’t want to walk away in the opposite direction. “Would it be alright to walk you home?” After all, he didn’t have anywhere to be tonight, it was his night off.
“Oh, bloody hell, they’re the worst,” he chuckled softly but couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed at them as Stefan cupped his cheek. Instead he turned his head to nuzzle his palm and any thoughts on how Mal might look like a motherhen when he got home floated away like they had never been there at all. He’d always felt so clouded, so worried, Daz hard raised him to worry. But in this precise moment, he wasn’t worried at all, not about anything.
His cheeks may have burned at the gentle touch around his waist, but he had no intention of trying to stop the vampire. He felt his phone leave his person, and watched as Stefan entered his number. Douglas raised one hand to gently touch his arm, fingers trailing over his smooth and pale skin until he could retrieve the phone. He held it with one hand, the other gently taking Stefan’s hand. “I’d like that,” he responded. It would buy them a few more minutes and maybe a kiss goodnight, and that would be enough, that would be worth it.
musiolek:
It made sense to Stefan that his family was protective, there was an innocence about him that the world would try to destroy, perhaps it already had, but it shone through and destroyed anything that tried to blemish it. The gentle scruff scratched against his skin when Douglas moved against it. “Everyone always says that.” Perhaps they were that bad, perhaps not. He would potentially find out shortly.
And look, he was blushing. Stefan almost wished he could blush that much, but he knew when the time came, the intent would show through. Their hands fit so well together, it was like he’d never been holding anyone’s hand right before, their hands were meant to intertwine like this, it was so comfortable. They began to walk, hand in hand, not caring about who saw what. They could take down any potential attackers who might be homophobic. He watched him as often as he could while they walked. “So you live with your brother?” They had mainly talked about their lives, not their families.
Douglas enjoyed their walk, hands linked and not a care in the world. He felt... safe, which was an odd feeling next to a man he’d never met and vampire at that. He knew he should have been more cautious, even if Stefan had been absolutely not a vampire, but, one look at him and Douglas felt he didn’t need to worry, not for anything. Daz would tell him he was careless, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt, and further, didn’t want to.
“Yeah, Daz and I have stayed together, don’t think either of us would know how not to. Our dad left us, mum and sister died. Just us. Well, and O’Malley, he’s a friend, like a father, I guess. We’ve been stayin’ with him as of late. He’s a good man.” He knew he shouldn’t have told Stefan so much, reminding himself still that he didn’t know him, but he wanted to know him, he wanted to be close. And the last thing he needed was for Mal to get a whiff of vampire and lose his head.
musiolek:
They had something in common, most of their family was dead, and they had found solace in a single person. For Douglas it had been his brother, for Stefan, it had been…complicated. He didn’t have a support system like this, not one that was strong and enduring, though he felt like he could become a part of Douglas’s, and that would be beneficial for the both of them.
“O’Malley sounds like a life-saver,” from what he had heard of the wolf’s history, they may not have made it on the streets for much longer before the gym owner had taken them in. He appreciated the fact that he may be less than welcome at the gym, so he stopped at the corner, a full building away from the gym just to be safe. “I fear they would not like me to come in, so I can say goodbye here,” he gave the wolf’s hand a squeeze before pulling him into another kiss. They would see each other again, and soon. Stefan would make sure of it.
Douglas knew he was right, it would have been silly to bring him closer to the gym at this point. But it didn’t mean he wanted to let go, or walk away. There was a great deal of relief in being close to Stefan again. He returned the kiss and moved closer to him, unsure what to do with his hands, he placed his hands on the vampire’s waist.
Pulling away was something he more or less had to convince himself to do. He knew it was only getting later, that they would start to worry, and he didn’t want anyone to ruin his mood. He pressed one more kiss to Stefan’s lips before pulling himself back a couple of steps. “When should I text you?” he asked, stepping backwards still, his smile seeming to be permanently widened.
musiolek:
This time, when they kissed, he could feel the desire, the beat of the wolf’s heart had sped up, and the hands on his hips made it hard for Stefan to want to pull away. This moment was one of a series of perfect moments he had experienced over the past few hours, and he wanted to stay in it for much longer than he knew was possible.
He returned the second kiss and kept holding Douglas’ hands, loving how warm they were against his cool skin. “Maybe when you wake up?” a smirk played on his lips, “I think getting a night of sleep first is a minimum requirement.” In all honesty, they could text each other all night and into the next morning if they wanted to, even if he had more work to do, he could energise himself beforehand with some of his backstock of blood from the bank. “I will wait for your text.” Already, he was thinking of a proper date to take him on, maybe cooking him food at his flat. “Sleep well, we will speak soon, I know we will.”
Duggy gave him a gentle nod as he stepped back towards the door, his hands slipping as distance came between them. “A full night of sleep it is,” he smiled gently. He bit his lower lip as he turned to head for the door. He could feel his cheeks burning, his lips felt as if they were buzz, and it was unreal.
Duggy couldn’t have helped the way his lips pulled into a smile. This was... he felt happy, even if it were momentary he was so happy. Even if Stefan disappeared, he would have always felt so blissed. Just for a moment, just one, he didn’t feel like a freak, he felt normal, he felt good about himself. He looked back at the vampire. “Goodnight, Stefan.”