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In the 1200 years that Issei had been alive since being turned into a vampire, there hadn’t been any mortal more ridiculous in his life than Takahiro. Staring at himself in the mirror, he was reminded of that when he tried to swat Hiro’s hands away from his chest. “Is this really necessary?” There was glitter all over the bathroom counter, his chest, Hiro’s hands, his pants. “It’s fucking everywhere, Hiro.”
“Now now, Issei. We’re werewolves, not swearwolves.” Hiro tutted at him as he continued to swipe the make up sponge across Issei’s chest. He paused every so often to press it back into the compact of body glitter he held in his other hand, tongue sticking out from his lips as he concentrated.
“Werewolf? I’m a vampire.” Issei sighed as his head tilted back, allowing Hiro to turn him with his hands. There was a hand in front of him waving around, glitter flying off the fingers as it moved.
“Semantics. They’re practically the same thing, anyway,” Hiro said as he finally sat the compact and make-up sponge down, admiring his work. He was tracing his hands along Issei’s bare pecs, a smug look on his face. “This is the most accurate depiction I’ve ever seen in person.”
“I hope you know this is not only inaccurate, it’s actually offensive?” Issei sounded incredulous and a little miffed as he swatted Hiro’s hands away from his chest. They had been arguing the necessity of him wearing a shirt from the moment Hiro had stormed through the front door, dragging him straight to the bathroom to ‘get changed.’ He had conceded his shirt under the agreement that he would not be wearing cat ears. “And what are you supposed to be?” He looked Hiro’s outfit up and down, the tufts of fur patchy and placed in the most awkward spots.
It didn’t seem to matter to Hiro how ridiculous he looked with a set of mutton chops made out of tufts of faux fur. He beamed at Issei with a bright smile, hands going to his hips. “I’m a werewolf, obviously. Duh, Issei.” And he supposed he could see it, if he squinted hard enough at the way Hiro had haphazardly lined the tacky spots of glue with the faux fur that was several shades too dark for the strawberry coloring of his actual hair.
“Are we ready? I’d rather be done with this poor excuse for our friends and coworkers to get absolutely trashed,” Issei asked as he leaned over the counter to run his fingers through the bangs hanging over his forehead, eyes watching Hiro in the mirror.
“Wait, let me do that for you. You know, since vampires don’t have a reflection.” Hiro grabbed Issei’s arm and pulled him back, fingers sliding through his hair slowly, their eyes meeting.
“You know that’s not true,” Issei whispered as his hands came to rest on Hiro’s hips, pulling him closer by the loops in his jeans. “You just saw my reflection.” But he didn’t stop the hands in his hair, choosing instead to lean down to brush his lips over Hiro’s teasingly.
“Shit. Issei,” Hiro whispered as he put his hands against Issei’s chest, palms covered in glitter immediately. It didn’t stop the way Issei was still leaning in, their lips pressing together gently, his eyes fluttering shut once the kiss was firm enough for him to melt into.
“You’re a werewolf, not a swearwolf, Hiro,” Issei muttered as he turned their bodies around, pressing Hiro against the counter now, deepening the kiss.