@rhythmsmith I can't believe my tumblr inbox ate your request for gay vampires on pride month. Horrible.
Anyway, here's some very fluffy and sweet trustbites, featuring Owen taking the "bites" part literally <3
cw: brief moment of Legundo-typical self hatred
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The first sign Legundo had that something was off was the fact that he was being woken by soft sunlight spilling through his blinds. The idea of sleeping past sunrise was confusing to him. The second sign that he was being conspired against was the heavy weight sprawled over his chest, pressing him into the mattress and giving off gentle, rumbling vibrations. He cracked his good eye open, and his suspicions were confirmed as he looked down to see Owen laying directly on top of him, purring contentedly.
"Good morning, dear," came the soft voice of the third and final piece of evidence Legs needed to prove his theory that he had been forced into a sleep in. He tilted his head slightly towards the sound, and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Louis curled up in the armchair, his sewing kit laid across his lap as he repaired one of Legs' shirts.
"Louis," he said, voice catching roughly in his throat. He cleared it with a cough before attempting to speak again. "Louis, I have a lot of things that need to be done today."
"And do them you will, now you are properly rested," Louis replied breezily, not even attempting to deny his conspiring. "I think it says something about just how exhausted you were that you slept for so long."
"Mm hm," Legs hummed. "And the weighted blanket purring away on my chest surely had nothing to do with that."
"Are you complaining?" Owen grumbled, cheek still nuzzled against Legundo's collarbone despite his cranky tone. Louis chuckled, and carefully set aside his mending.
"My darling Legundo," Louis said — and fuck if that didn't make something in Legs' chest ache — as he swept forward to sit on the side of the bed, hand reaching out on instinct to run his fingers through the tangles of Owen's hair. "You have been working yourself to the bone for weeks now. I am not fool enough to think I can ever stop you doing such a thing, but I can — and will — force you to rest when you need it. You know I can be very persuasive, when I need to be."
As he spoke, Louis reached out with the hand not combing through Owen's hair to gently cup Legs' cheek.
"There's no point arguing, Legs," Owen muttered. Legs let out a sigh. He knew it was the truth, but he didn't have to like it. He wrapped an arm around Owen's waist, and pressed his cheek into Louis' hand.
"I'm not… used to… all of this," he whispered, hesitance curling around the words. He felt Owen's purrs increase in intensity as he nuzzled deeper into Legs' chest.
"I know, dear," Louis said gently, leaning down to press his lips to Legundo's temple. The touch was feather-light, a barely there brush of velvet soft lips to rough and scarred skin. Legs swallowed, heat in his face as too many emotions rolled through his chest. Shame and guilt, love and adoration, contentment, and the deep fear that this could all be taken from him any second; when wonderful Louis finally realised how irredeemably awful Legs was, when clever Owen finally got sick of how much Legs needed him, when they both remembered that they were better off without him.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the sensation of Owen bluntly clamping his teeth down on Legundo's collarbone.
"I can practically hear you spiralling," Owen grumbled.
"So you decided to bite me?" Legs asked.
"I'm a vampire," Owen said. "I bite people. That's what we do."
"Louis doesn't bite me," Legs muttered.
"I absolutely do, love," Louis chuckled and Legs felt himself flush as Louis' breath brushed against his skin.
"Only when I ask you to," he said under his breath. Louis chuckled again and pressed another kiss to his forehead. The heat in Legs' cheeks kept rising, as Louis kept placing fluttering kisses to his skin, down the side of his face, until they could both resist no longer and Legs tilted his chin to catch the next kiss on his lips. Louis was ready for him, of course, and kissed him deeply and sweetly.
Owen's teeth clamped down on Legs' collarbone again.
"Ow," Legs said pointedly, pulling away from Louis to look down at Owen. "What was that for?"
"I want a turn," Owen said bluntly, and before Legs could even react Owen surged up to capture his lips for himself.
There was no easy fix for the heaviness of Legundo's guilt. But with the combined strength of Louis and Owen's affections behind him, it became just a tiny bit easier to bear.