Elven smiled, “its okay. Besides, i’m more interested in cuddling with you than eating.” A small smirk appeared on his face, as he gently wrapped his arms around Angel, snuggling him close.
Angel blushed lightly and closed his eyes breathing in the man’s rough scent. He wrapped his around Elven’s body and held tight while burying his face between his neck and chest. He felt so safe and secure in Elvey’s arms.
Elven’s heart sped up at that, and he gently ran his hand through Angel’s hair. He couldn’t help but giggle softly, before saying, “careful, i might end up falling for you.” Though it was already too late for that, “then you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”
Angel’s heart leaped out of his chest as Elven’s fingers went through his soft hair. “T-that’d be ok with me,” he mumbled softly onto the man’s chest and blushed brightly. He felt the soft bed beneath them sink a bit as Angel leaned up and quickly pecked Elven’s cheek then returned to his original position between the man’s arms.
Elven’s cheeks flushed when he felt Angel’s lips on his cheeks. He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted Angel in every sense of the word. So, he pushed him down into the bed, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. When he oulled away, his face only reddened more, as he asked, “will you be my beautiful angel?” He couldn’t help but smile at how cheesy that sounded.
Angel’s wrists rested on either side of his head as he blushed lightly at the man’s actions toward him. His lips quivered as Elven asked Angel to be his. He didn’t know that today would be the best day of his life. First he met Elven and his friend. Second he finds out how well he connects with Elvie, and third the very same person asking to be his. Angel beamed at the man with watery eyes and opened his mouth to answer Elven when his father busted into his room. Angel’s eyes widened as his father just stood in the hallway, not saying or doing anything, but staring at them.
Elven jumped up when he heard the door burst open. He scrambled off of Angel, looking sheepish. The position they were in, probably looking very sexual from where the father was standing. “I wasn’t… we weren’t-” his stumblings only made him blush more, “you must be Angel’s father, my name’s Elven. I’m your son’s…” he looked to Angel, unsure of weather to call him his boyfriend or not, since Angel hadn’t had the chance to answer his question, so he just said, “friend.” He gently took Angel’s hand, not seeing the harm in it.
Angel looked away from his father, gripping hard onto Elven’s hand feeling and looking obviously scared. His father was emotionless and reeked of beer and wine. He walked into the room causing the air to feel heavy and dark. “So this is what’s being going on in,” he looked disgusted at Angel and the stranger. “You know how I feel about this “choice” you made. It’s an awful and disgusting thing. You’re not my son, you’re just fucking queer,” Angel’s father wrapped his big hand around Angel’s throat, choking him, and proceeded to squeeze his neck while using his free hand to punch Angel in the face. Angel began to choke out unable to breath as his father’s fists busted his lip and gave him a black eye.
Elven was very much a pacifist. He would fight if he had no choice, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. What was happening now, was different. Someone he cared about, someone he may end up falling in love with, was being hurt. It was his fault this was happening, or at least that’s how Elven saw it. Elven believed he should have just gone home, and waited tor Angel to call him. Though Elven’s self-loathing wasn’t important now. He had to get this man off of his maybe-boyfriend. So that’s what he did.
Elven jumped on the man’s back, wrapping his too skinny arms around the man’s neck. He did not look it, but because if the vampirism he was a lot stronger than he looked. He placed his free hand in the man’s shoulder, nails digging into hid skin, as he let his fangs elongate, and plunged them into the man’s skin. He began sucking his blood, cringing when he could taste the alcohol. He then began to pull backwards on the man, trying to get him to fall backwards and away from Angel.
Angel’s father pushed him down to the ground as Elven was attacking him. He tried his best to get the vampire of him, but he was too weak and the alcohol didn’t help. He fell to the ground and slowly lost consciousnesses. Angel watched as Elvie drank his fathers blood. He scooted back against his wall and rocked back and forth with teary eyes as blood lightly dribbled from his busted lip. At this point he wasn’t surprised by the fact Elven was a vampire, but he couldn’t help crying over both the men in the room with him. “Elvey,” he spoke out and held out his arm to him.
He got off of the man, and marched over to Angel. He picked Angel up in his arms, and carried him out of the house. There was still blood on his mouth and fangs. Angel’s father would be fine, Elven didn’t take that much. Not that he really cared what happened to him either way. Once outside, he muttered, “My Angel isn’t staying in that hell hole.” He then clamped his mouth shut, afriad he’ll end up sobbing if he spoke again.
Angel held on lightly to Elvey’s shirt and let his tears flow down his cheeks. He had hoped none of that would have happened, not that he even knew something like that was even possible. His chest hurt trying to regulate his breathing between his sobs. Angel’s nose prickled and his eyes turn red from tears as he continued to hold onto Elven until he fell asleep in the vampire’s arms.
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