#douglas anon

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

((Hehehe)) "I consider it as such," rumbled Douglas with a grin as he continued his ministrations, "And if you did fall asleep, it would be well-deserved." He discretely turned down the television a bit and moved his hand further down to Martins back to rub and stroke. The man seemed as touch starved as he himself was. The contact did them both good.

"Do you think so?" Martin asked sleepily, stretching out as much as he could, boxed into the couch corner as he was, to obligate Douglas. "I slept well last night, too. I think having your blood in me is making me lazy. Soon, Carolyn will have no one to do paperwork!"

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

Douglas felt something icy twist his stomach into a knot. He could hardly imagine how that must weigh on one's soul, especially Martin's. "You didn't know," he said softly, "But you do now, and it's partly thanks to that that you are so caring now. You understand what happened & remorse means you are not a monster." He gave Martin's hand a little squeeze. "You don't deserve what has happened to you, but you do deserve to live. If that requires some unusual donations, that is all well and good."

Martin sniffled, trying not to cry. He was so floored by the amount of love and care he was being shown, even after admitting his darkest secret. "T-thank you," he said, floored enough to start stuttering again. "D-Douglas, you have no idea what that m-means to me." He pulled his hand from Douglas' and hid his face while he cried softly.

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

Douglas looked up from his plate, his thoughts distracted by what Martin was saying. "Didn't go well I take it?" he said softly. He reached over to touch Martin's hand since he was allowed to do that now without feeling odd about it and to show that the knowledge didn't repulse him or make him change his mind. "The eggs are very well done, a little more solid than I usually do, but I like them just fine," he smiled softly and swallowed down another bite, "Eggs a la Du Crieff suit me perfectly."

"I'm glad you like them." Martin smiled. "I thought they might've been a bit too well done. I'm used to an unreliable stove in my flat-I usually have to cook them twice as long to get them fluffy!" He looked at his lap. "Or...at least...I used to." He sighed and then looked up at Douglas. "I...I killed her. I didn't mean to, but...I was thirsty, and I didn't know when to stop. My human stomach was empty at the time, too, so I didn't know...how much I needed." He finished lamely, flipping his hand over to take Douglas'. "I hate myself every day for it. I mean, I'm much more controlled now. I have to be. Synthetic blood and blood bank blood is expensive, and, if I can find a willing donor, sometimes I think, why should I bother saving up for it? I'd have to go thirsty for weeks to afford it. Or overwork myself."

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

"It certainly smells edible," said Douglas with a cheeky smile as he accepted a plate from Martin and went to sit at the bar. "Thank you, Martin. That's very kind. It's usually me that surprises someone with cooked breakfast in the morning." He would have to think up some other way of romancing Martin. It was a shame that he couldn't cook for him. He might even have to think of a whole new approach to the matter. Douglas loved a challenge. He began plotting as he cut into his eggs.

"Yeah, well," Martin slid into the chair across from his FO, tugging on the sleeve of his tee. "Cooking is just about the only thing I can do without fucking up badly." He chuckled easily. "That and feeding, I suppose." He shrugged. "But, in that, I think I am much more conscious, as was the vampire who changed me, that there is another life at stake on the other end, not just mine. After that first time..." He sank low and trailed off. It wasn't a crime for a vampire, particularly a young one, to kill a human while feeding from them. Unfortunately, it was just something that happened. But Martin still felt terrible about it, even so.

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

Douglas awoke to the rather delicious smell of cooking thick in the air. He blinked, then recalled what had transpired the night before and got out of bed to get dressed in comfortable jeans and a polo. He combed his hair and then went to see what Martin was up to in the kitchen.

Martin was just finishing up bacon and eggs with a side of toast when Douglas came in. "Hello," he said with a shy smile. "Since you let me stay over here twice, I figured I'd try my best to make it up to you." He offered the food. "I might be a vampire, but I guess I can still cook human food! Give it a try?"

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

Douglas put the used popcorn bowl back in the kitchen and folded up the blanket before walking to his bedroom to change. He went to the bathroom and stood staring at his reflection for a fairly long length of time, just thinking over all that had happened. He sighed, rubbed rather hard at his face, then went to bed. So, Martin proclaimed to like him, love him even. That was certainly unexpected, but no less warming because of it. Perhaps... it could work, he thought as he finally fell asleep.

Martin slept soundly for the first time since he'd been changed. It was warming to have a partner who loved him, even knowing he was a vampire. Deciding to thank Douglas in the only way he could right now, Martin got up and dressed quickly, moving into the kitchen on quiet feet to make breakfast. Hopefully, his vampire senses could still tell him if something was edible for a human.

[vampirecaptaincrieff]

"No, no that's all I meant as well," said Douglas, a little shyly for once, "The guest room is still available and very comfortable. I would be quite happy if you would take that tonight." He cleared his throat and decided to explain, "I might be setting a bit of a glacial pace, but well... I think I rather need that time. I find it helps me focus on the charm of the thing." He smiled and waited patiently for Martin to get up. "I'll see you in the morning then, Martin." He gave him a little peck

Martin nodded, smiling. It was understandable, after all. He got up and stretched with a yawn. "Good night, then, Douglas. I'll see you in the morning." And off he went into the guest bedroom to get ready for bed.

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"Oh, um, yes. Did you want..." said Douglas a little nervously. A warm body next to him while he slept certainly was comforting, but he still found himself hesitating. He would be taking Helena's old side. He sighed and explained, "Look Martin, I'm more than happy to have you stay over. Really I am. But you're not going to be a short fling. Our friendship is worth more than that. You're important. And I... well, I just need to take things a bit slowly. Forgive an old romantic soul?"

"Look at you, taking things all the wrong way tonight." Martin climbed into Douglas's lap and sat up so they were at eye level. "That's my job, so stop it." He kissed Douglas' lips. "I'm not looking for sex. You're the one who mentioned it. I'm going right off to bed because I don't have a job until noon tomorrow so I can sleep in a bit. I was simply asking if you wanted me in your bed."