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Cody has been dead for three days when he opens his eyes and takes a breath he only partially needs from the relative comfort of Obi-Wan’s coffin. The air is heavy, a tang of copper he had never noticed before flooding through his mouth, and something sharp presses against his tongue, his lip, and he gasps, blinking up at the carved ceiling. He raises a hand to his mouth, running his finger over the protrusion of his teeth, and he knows what they are. He’s seen Obi-Wan’s fangs countless times, a flash of white when he speaks, the divots in his lower lip. Cody opens his mouth, his jaw clicking as he does so, and presses his fingers against the fangs he now owns.
He hadn’t expected that.
Not yet, anyways.
Cody needs to make sure that Rex has followed his instructions and buried his childhood diary deep . And his laptop. And every notebook he has owned ever since the day he was given the forsaken contract to stake one vampire named Obi-Wan Kenobi and it has remained his only failure on an otherwise perfect record. He doesn’t mind that much, shoves Rex’s still reasonable but less impressive eighty percent success rate in his nose at every family dinner and reignites the argument between Jango and the rest of the family if staking two at a time counts as one hit or two. His life hadn’t been the same since he’d met Obi-Wan.
This is slightly ahead of schedule — Cody had hoped to be a few years older, the silver woven through his curls teetering towards distinguished rather than the truth of simply being stressed — but it isn’t unwanted. He wants to spend the rest of his life with Obi-Wan and this is the best way of doing exactly that.
Cody presses the flat of his palms to the edges of the coffin, waiting for the pressure against his skin as he levers himself upright, but it seems to happen in the same instance, his feet still stretched out towards the base of the coffin and his torso suspended with as much effort as blinking. Okay. He’ll have to move carefully.
Walking is… difficult. Cody scrambles up the stairs, the same stairs he used to be able to run down without a second though, every edge considered like he’s assessing a mountain before he leans into it. He’s balanced on his hands and feet and the grit beneath his palms feels like he’s touching the edges of the universe, civilisations burning into existence and out again in the time it takes him to reach the landing. He’s not starving. He knows what hunger feels like, the twist in the pit of his stomach and the gnawing ache that consumes everything else with its demands, but this is something else. He could tear the world into pieces and it wouldn’t be enough because it wouldn’t be Obi-Wan. The door to Obi-Wan’s study is solidly built, made to last and it has throughout the years. The only imperfection on the surface is new and Cody pauses to trace his fingers over the scratches over one of the panels. It doesn’t quite fit the stretch of his palm, the touch slighter than his own, and the door creaks slightly as his touch is harder than he intended. A wave of warm air spills from the gap, a wash of something heady and delicious coming with it and Cody staggers forward into the room, his eyes wide and his new fangs aching in his mouth.
Obi-Wan is beautiful. He rises from his chair, a dominating velvet number that had been upholstered so many times that the original fabric is nothing more than a handful of threads, and takes a step forward. One of his hands doesn’t move from the arm, the fabric indenting beneath his touch, and he presses his other hand to his mouth. His fangs are pale behind the bloodless press of his fingers. “Cody? Cody, my love, I’m so sorry. I— How are you feeling?”
“I love you,” Cody tells him and Obi-Wan cracks open on a sob, burying his face into his palms. Cody moves forward, balanced on a mixture of his toes and the balls of his feet, still wavering and off-balanced but focused. He crashes into Obi-Wan, bracing himself on the other man’s hips, the dip of his waist, and Obi-Wan drops his hands to hug Cody close. A shudder of disconnect trembles through Cody; Obi-Wan’s touch had always tilted towards cool, a natural consequence of his vampirism, but his touch burns, a fire Cody would gladly immolate himself in because he would be close to Obi-Wan. Cody gasps, leaning closer, pressing his face into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck. He exists there for a moment that stretches into entirety, broken by Obi-Wan’s hand, still warm against his skin, a brand to leave a mark, against Cody’s forehead, drawing him up.
Obi-Wan makes a soft noise of sympathy in the back of his throat, his eyes searching Cody’s face. “I’ll need to get you some blood to drink. Do you remember what I told you about your first feed?”
Cody tips his head back, drawing his lips over Obi-Wan’s palm and it isn’t a kiss. He’s too hungry for that, it’s a mouth, the test bite of a predator and Obi-Wan draws his hand free, pressing his fingers back to Cody’s forehead, drawing his face down. “Cody. Focus, please, love.”
Blinking, Cody tries to fix his gaze on Obi-Wan’s face but he can’t. His eyes wander over the line of his neck, the flickering of the flames behind him, the gentle curve of his mouth. He feels like he is trying to think through concrete, every inch hard-won and fought for with every ounce of his strength. “Some people think it’s important, a measure of what your immortal life is going to be. But it’s just a way of getting some control back.”
“Good.” Obi-Wan grins, cupping Cody’s jaw. Cody tilts his face into Obi-Wan’s touch, the edge of his fang pressing against Obi-Wan’s palm. “What would you like?”
“You.”
Obi-Wan blinks and Cody continues before Obi-Wan can deny him. “Please.”
They haven’t kissed yet. The thought pulses in the forefront of Cody’s mind, burrowing into the hollow cavities of his bones and he would never be free of it. He wants to kiss Obi-Wan. He’s wanted to since he has met the other man, blood-soaked and achingly polite as he stood in the cramped back alley, flushed with the neon light from the nearby nightclub. Cody watches Obi-Wan’s resolve tip and shatter into sparkling pieces on the floor. Cody surges forward to kiss him, Obi-Wan holding him tightly, and his fangs crash into Obi-Wan’s before he adjusts. Copper stains his mouth and Cody drinks Obi-Wan down.