The young vampire sat cross-legged on the couch, his elbow rested on the armrest, with his book; a romance novel this time. He fidgeted with his earring. He flipped the page and saw he was near the end of the chapter.

Footsteps came towards him, the cushion bent down. The vampire looked at his housemate sitting beside him. He squinted at the concerned look on his friend’s face.

“Is something wrong?”

“Well… maybe.”

“What is it?”

His friend turned further to him. “Tonight’s a full moon.”

“Oh.” The vampire closed his book. “What do you think will happen?”

His friend shrugged. “I don’t know. Hopefully, I won’t try to hurt you.”

“Why would you?”

“I won’t be in full control.”

The vampire frowned as he moved closer to him. “But it’s still you, isn’t it? You wouldn’t hurt me.”

His friend smiled, but the vampire could see he was still worried. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

The young vampire sat on the couch again a couple hours later, trying to read his novel. However, he couldn’t shake the anxiety. He rubbed the skin between his thumb and index finger. He won’t hurt him, right? He wouldn’t do that. Full moon or not, he was his best friend. If he was aggressive, one whiff of his scent should calm him down. It always did.

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He shot up when he heard growling in the hallway. His friend burst through the door, the vampire took a sharp breath. He hadn’t seen him shifted before. He stood hunched over. His ears were pointed and covered in dark brown hair, all his body hair was much thicker, his nails like razors.

He approached the vampire. The vampire flinched. He tried to stay calm, fleeing might activate some sort of hunting instinct. The werewolf stood in front of him, he rested his claws on the back of the couch, trapping the vampire’s head between his arms. The vampire stared up at him, huddled up and holding his breath. The werewolf’s hazel brown irises covered his eyes, his pupils narrow. He lowly growled, showing his fangs.

The werewolf leaned his head down to the vampire’s. He smelled him. He pushed his nose against his cheek to sniff closer.

“Hey,” the vampire squeaked out.

The werewolf released the tension in his body. He made a purring noise in his throat. He removed his hands from the couch and sat beside the vampire on his knees.

The vampire finally breathed out. He smiled a little. “See? You wouldn’t hurt me.”

The werewolf pushed his nose against his cheek again, he carefully rubbed them together. He began rubbing more of his face against the vampire’s. The vampire’s face flushed. Was he nuzzling him right now? Or rubbing his scent on him?

The werewolf stopped. The vampire saw his eyes again, he raised his eyebrow. The werewolf’s pupils had changed, they were big and round now. The vampire snickered. He brought his hand up to the werewolf and held his bearded chin. “You’re surprisingly adorable,” he whispered. The werewolf purred in response.

He moved down to lay on the vampire’s lap. The vampire rested his hand on the werewolf’s head and massaged it. The werewolf closed his eyes and purred again with a smile. The vampire leaned his elbow on the armrest, placing his cheek in the palm of his hand. He smiled, a warm feeling grew in his tummy.