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The first five years pass easy. As easy as breathing.
No, even less complicated than that.
Jonathan looks at him right now, sitting with his legs crossed over each other, half reclining in his big, upholstered armchair, the heavy book in his hands. By now, he almost finds it comforting, this routine of them.
Vlad’s strong chest rises with a sigh, straining against the fine shirt, and Jonathan just keeps on looking, his own play forgotten by now. There are two glasses by their side, but the other vampire hasn’t even made an attempt to start his own, while Jonathan is on his second, being, uncharacteristically, allowed the quiet indulgence with a simple dismissive nod, when he reaches out to pour himself another.
Jonathan’s hand reaches out for the carafe, and for one spit second he plays with the idea of smashing the hard crystal down, breaking the neck of the glass and stab the round edge right into the other vampire’s eye.
He can see Vlad’s eyebrow lightly twitch, but his dark eyes remain fixed on the words which he is currently reading. Jonathan exhales again and lets go, and instead settles back again, letting his own head fall against the soft headrest, tilting his face to the side.
“I want to drink from you,” he says, watching him through half-lidded eyes, as he shifts again on the spot, his own trousers growing tight with anticipation.
Vlad doesn’t even raise his eyes, but simply unbuttons one wrist cuff with a soft nod, extending his bared skin to Jonathan, and Jonathan’s heart leaps at that, as he curls his fingers around his wrist, gently raising it to his lips. The gesture is familiar, intimate, thoughtless, and somehow incredibly vulnerable. Like a lover who offers a cigarette to their partner, or a handkerchief, or some light.
Jonathan’s lips ghost over his soft, cool skin, before sinking into it with a sigh, his eyelids fluttering. He only takes a few sips, strong and sweet at the same time, before sealing the wound with a lick of his tongue and a little moan, kissing some remaining droplets of blood away.
Still cradling his forearm in his hands, he presses the side of his face into his open hand palm. “Vlad,” he breathes, a shiver travelling down his spine. “I think I want you to kiss me.”
This now, makes the other slowly raise his dark eyes, looking back at Jonathan. “Do you know you it is our anniversary?”
“Mh-hm,” Jonathan just breathes, almost dreamily. “Will you?”
Vlad exhales, his cool fingers twitching against Jonathan’s cheek. “Why?”
“You never have, before. Not really. You take me. You drink from me. But you don’t do that.”
“You know why,” Vlad just breathes and Jonathan nods.
“Yeah. Still, I want to try it,” he breathes.
The other vampire keeps looking at him for another long moment. Then he leans forward, cupping his face closer, and drawing the two of them together, until their soft lips meet.