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It allowed Draven to sink in deeper.
“It’s almost midnight,” Draven whispered. “The one time of the year my desires are at their peak. I’m going to fuck you. Again. And again. But first…”
Draven reached up and grabbed the lid of the coffin, lowering it slowly.
Peter’s heart beat loudly in his ears. Draven’s tongue was on his neck, pressing against it.
“Mine.”
The lid sealed shut with a soft click.
Epilogue
Draven bit down and warm blood flooded his mouth.
He instinctively swallowed, luxuriating in the sweetness he still wasn’t used to receiving.
Months of this, and it still felt like a waking dream.
One he never wanted to end.
Draven swallowed another mouthful, waking further as the sun set.
Peter loved to spoil him. Waking to fresh blood? It was as close to heaven as a vampire could get.
This had to be what love tasted like.
Draven always thought he preferred the darkness - it was where monsters like him belonged. He’d forgotten how bright a star like Peter could shine.
Peter, of course, thought Draven was being dramatic when he confessed this. Said that electricity meant he only had to live in darkness if he wanted to.
And maybe Peter was right.
When they’d met, Draven had been in a dark place. The years both blurred and dragged in an unending stream.
Peter always said how much he loved Draven’s smile - he didn’t need to know how many years it had been since Draven smiled. A genuine smile.
Or how tempted Draven had been to return home.
The modern world was a wonder, but in many ways it had become more dangerous for his kind. Every year, more and more beings with magic at their core left for the other planes.
In some ways, a world with an abundance of magic was safer than one where mortals could isolate the rays of the sun and use it as a weapon to hunt down vampires.
But that’s why he always loved Halloween. Samhain. All Hallows ‘eve. It had many names over the centuries.
It was the one night of the year he could be himself.
Until he met Peter.
His instincts had led him to take an insane risk. He’d stopped hiding. He’d revealed himself to be the monster Peter fantasized about.
It was amusing at first. Peter, who couldn’t watch while Draven drew blood with a needle, wanted to be bitten by a vampire.
Listening to his boy beg him to bite had been an exercise in self-control he hadn’t known he was capable of.
However, it was worth the effort. Now, he spent every day with someone he didn’t have to hide from.
They still hadn’t hadthe talk. It was too soon for that. But the longer Peter stayed by his side, the more sure he became. He wanted them to spend eternity together.
