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Owen had woken up a few hours ago and was immediately assured by Louis that it was normal that he fell asleep for a few days after Louis turned him. Something about how the vampirism needed to close his open sores before it could tackle changing the rest of him.
Owen was already enjoying being a vampire. Because as soon as he realized the open sores were gone he immediately wanted to get the physical contact he had denied from Louis. He had even less to fear now, even though his friend had assured him before that he wouldn't get sick. But the two of them were now side by side on the sofa, Owen leaning into Louis, head on his shoulder. There wasn't a lot of heat radiating from Louis's body but he was pleasantly warm.
Warm in a way that Owen was loving.
Owen had been asking Louis more questions. Now feeling more comfortable to able to ask questions pertaining to, them. The two of them. Together.
And Louis was answering and his answers eased Owen's mind but also sent his heart soaring.
Louis was making it clear he wanted to spend the rest of their eternity's together.
After a few hours, Owen wasn't keeping the best of track though, he started to feel hungry. And Owen didn't want to move from the warm side he wanted to stay by for as long as he was allowed. He never wanted to leave if he could help it, if it was just his decision.
The hunger though was like a wild animal the way it was clawing and vying to get his attention. But Owen didn't want to acknowledge it. He wanted it to quiet down and allow him to enjoy this quiet and gentle moment with Louis.
It was more time when his stomach let out a sound.
Shocked he looked down to his stomach with a confused anger. He was a vampire, shouldn't his stomach not growl at him? How dare it reveal his hunger though, interrupt this beautiful moment Owen longed for and didn't want to part from?
"Oh, Owen are you getting hungry?" Louis’s voice was tinged with curiosity, but heavily featured the gentle kind tone that Owen was used to.
Owen nodded, "I didn't want to interrupt."
Didn't want to interrupt Louis answering his questions or allowing Owen selfishly to be leaning into his warmth.
"Never, Owen." Louis smiled kindly and warmly at him and Owen felt a sensation flutter through him. Louis's face close to his own, and with such a lovely expression. It felt like his heart was fluttering, but objectively he remembered that it no longer beat.
His face warmed as he looked to his only friend.
"I feel like I forgot to mention, you will need to drink my blood for a while more before your transition is complete."
"Oh." Owen paused as he blinked at Louis.
It wasn't a unappealing thought, he had already gotten over the idea he would need to drink blood to survive. But.
"Won't that hurt you?" He asked, obviously worried at the prospect. He didn't want to hurt Louis. He might rather starve than the prospect.
"If it's fangs that pierce the skin, no it doesn't." Louis looked away for a moment before he lifted his wrist up. "Technically anywhere works, but I think it'll be best for this first time for you to drink from my wrist."
Owen stared at the wrist held out in front of him. Looked at the bit of pale unblemished skin that was showing. At Louis’s smooth skin that he had gotten the pleasure of feeling on his own.
He would have to lean forward more onto Louis’s lap to bite into the offered flesh.
His fangs extended down and he thought he was starting to salivate.
Would Louis’s blood be warm? Cold? Hot?
Would it taste like blood or would it taste like something else?
Was Louis lying to him and would it actually hurt when Owen bit into his wrist?
"It's alright, go ahead." Louis spoke and it startled Owen.
His face heated up again and his eyes widened, he had just been staring at the wrist.
He was still actually staring even after being slightly startled like he had.
Owen started to lean forward towards Louis's wrist.
Was he really this hungry? That just the offer of biting into Louis’s wrist and drinking his blood had him actually about to? About to bite down on his only friends wrist, the friend who had offered a cure to his sickness and offered a promise of forever?
Owen opened his mouth, the offered wrist so close now, he only had to lean just a bit more forward before he could bite down.
He had to close his mouth to swallow his saliva but he opened it again and breathed in.
The smell of Louis smelt delicious and so familiar to him.
He tried to lean further to the wrist but he felt his balance start to fail. Owen picked a hand up from his side and put it down to steady him. His hand, which he had placed on Louis’s thigh. His face heated more and he leaned forward again, now balanced better, and his mouth moved over the wrist before him.
Without thinking, and instead on instinct, Owen bit down.
Immediately blood started flowing into his mouth and his eyes fluttered close and a wave of calm washed over him. The taste was indescribable but it was delicious and Owen felt and tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before.
It was quite hot in his mouth, like a cup of freshly brewed tea.
Owen kept swallowing slowly, feeling the blood go into his mouth.
Owen got lost in the sensation and the taste. Getting distracted from all his surroundings as he languidly drank from his sire.
Distantly he was aware of movement but he couldn't tell if it was him, sire, or something else was moving. But then there was a pressure on his back, a warm sensation and he relaxed into it. Going limp as he leaned against what was at his back.
There was warmth and love and safety flowing through the blood. That had to be the reason that Owen's dead heart felt like it was swelling with the feelings.
The warmth from the blood he was drinking was making him warm and calm and sleepy. Making his head fuzzy. Making him feel safe, protected, loved.
Owen stopped drinking when his hunger had been satiated. Fangs retracting from the puncture marks he had caused. The blood flow slowed down as the open wounds closed, and Owen swallowed the rest of the blood that ended up flowing out before there was nothing left.
When there was no flow of blood or blood left on the soft skin for Owen to lap up he released the wrist from his mouth. His head lulled back and hit the warmth behind him. The warmth that was surrounding him.
The gentle, warm embrace of his mayor-friend-sire. Of the one he harbored romantic feelings for, but only in the times he allowed himself to dream at night. The selfish moments he clung onto out of hope and the want for Louis's gentle companionship forever.
There was noise next to his ear. Some low noise that sounded so pleasant and calming, he didn't know what it was but Owen was content in simply relaxing as he listened to it.
More time passed and Owen was slow to come back to awareness.
It crept up on him bit by bit.
Slowly he could make out words in the sound next to his ear.
"-forever if you will have me, my dear Owen, my friend. Already, it is a blessing that we grew close, that when I revealed myself and my nature, you welcomed the opportunity to receive the gift. And now you lay against me and I selfishly can only think of how your warmth is something I want all the time. I feel quilty and elated all the same that you're against me, that I am holding you this way. When you awake, my dear friend, I hope you won't be upset at me for holding you close against me."
Never. Never would he but upset. Owen was starting to remember bits and pieces as long as the man spoke. He was sure at least that he was happy that he was safe and being held in this warm embrace. No he wasn't upset and the voice. He was simply and purely happy.
Owen distantly was aware that he hadn't felt like this ever before, or at least a very long time. But right now he couldn't care about anything else except the man holding him.
"I want to show you the world outside of Oakhurst. And of course when you're no longer a fledgling. When I am no longer mayor I want to travel with you wherever our hearts take us. Seeing the sites and meeting new people. Together traveling and living. I know there's so much out there neither of us have seen yet, but I want to see. I really do."
Owen was content in just listening to the voice keep talking. The words were registering so slowly, but that was fine. It was actually kind of nice.
It was more time passed when Owen mustered the strength to open his eyes.
Only after he decided that he really wanted to look at the one talking and holding him.
Slowly his eyes did open, and it took a little bit before his vision cleared.
Owen looked to the side towards the voice.
Louis.
Owen's face heated. Of course it was Louis. Kind, gentle, friendly Louis who had turned him and had healed him.
Louis.
Louis.
Louis.
Louis.
"Yes, Owen?"
That didn't make much sense, but did it matter? Louis was holding him, was speaking to him softly. Was holding him in his warm embrace.
Owen remembered drinking Louis’s blood and he started to smile.
Louis smiled back and oh.
Oh did Owen love Louis’s smile so much. Whenever Louis smiled at him like that it was like a gentle spring sun ray promising warmer days and a brighter tomorrow.
Then there was blush that spread across his friends face and oh.
Oh, Owen wanted to kiss that face. Kiss those lips that smiled at him so sweetly. Wanted to feel more of the warmth Louis was radiating. Blushing cheeks that were probably so soft. Owen wanted lean forward and then back and hold Louis's face in his hands and kiss him.
The blush seemed to darken and, Owen didn't have a resolve in his state but any reason or hesitation dissolved in favor of doing exactly what he wanted.
Louis's face was soft and warm under his hands, and the man's lips were soft and felt amazing pressed against his own. But then Louis’s lips were moving against his own and the sensation of that made Owen feel faint. Made it seem not real.
It was the best thing that he had ever experienced, and that was comparing the kiss to drinking Louis’s blood earlier.
Thankfully, vampires don't need air, and Owen would be reminded when the two of them kissed for a long time. Mouths moved against one another as they both kissed each other with passion and desire and receptance.
Owen was in love with Louis.
He wants to spend the rest of his now unlimited years with the vampire.
He wants to spend forever by Louis's side.
He longs to be able to be in Louis's arms forever too.
Louis was the one to lean back and break the kiss. Tilting his head down so their foreheads rested against each others.
Desperately Owen kept his eyes closed. He longed to look at Louis more but he was terrified of his friends reaction.
"Owen..."
The tone in Louis’s voice, dare Owen say it was, yearning? Like Louis desperately yearned for, for what?
For what?
For him?
Did Louis yearn for Owen?
Were these, reciprocated emotions?
"I love you, my dear Owen."
The words sent a shiver down Owen's spine. He felt like he was dreaming and none of this was real. Because nothing this good would ever happen to him in the waking world.
A soft hand was pressing onto his face and he leaned into the soft warmth of it.
It all felt so real though? It felt so incredibly real?
Owen's eyes slowly opened and he was met by the gaze of Louis. Who was looking at him with such, such, such care and love and affection.
Owen's eyes started to water, emotions flooding into him.
This must be real. And if it was real than that meant.
"You-you love me?" He sounded so pathetic as he asked but the sparkle that entered Louis’s eyes was so worth the emotion Owen was helpless to display in this moment.
"I do." And if that wasn't enough Louis closed his eyes and pressed a short but sweet kiss to Owen's lips.
And if that wasn't enough he spoke again, "I love you, Owen."
Owen couldn't blink the tears away, and he was helpless as he let them fall.
The one thing though truly on his mind was Louis and his confession. And how Owen needed to reciprocate lest his feelings be misunderstood.
"I- I- love you, L-louis." His voice cracked and he tried to ignore the indignation he felt at it.
It was easy when Louis reacted with such, joy. Eyes lighting up even more, a beautiful smile spreading across his lips, a enchanting blush that made Owen feel faint.
Louis leaned forward again, eyes closing, and started kissing Owen once again. Owen shut his eyes too and leaned forward into the kiss.
Fingers holding on tighter to Louis's face as he tried to pull his love closer. Feeling a spark go through him as the hand on his face started to gently caress his cheek and wipe the tears it could reach away. Owen helplessly cried into the kiss as he sat in the lap of the only one in the world who loved him.
It felt for a bit like the world was only made of the two of them. Truly nothing else mattered in this moment. Just the two of them and their love for eachother.
Owen couldn't believe it. But he would not be letting go of Louis anytime soon.