Breathless...

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝘁.𝟭

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Simon's POV

"Bazzy!!!" I yell in his ear, even though I'm aware he might bite me for waking him up so early. "Wake the fuck up!"

            "Simon, love," Baz mutters sleepily, "I will slit your throat with my bare canines if you yell again," he says, flashing his fangs in a sickeningly sweet smile. I scurry away at the sight, nearly falling off my bed. Fuck, what's wrong with him— I wanna get to breakfast early so I can devour all the scones and spend some time with him and Penny before everyone else arrives.

            "But, Boo, I'm bored and I want breakfast!" I whine incessantly, despite his fangs that are bared as a threat. A silver eye lazily opens, long lashes batting. Then he sneers, and his fangs seem to grow longer!

           "Fine!" I yell, pulling his football hoodie off and tossing it on his head with a smirk.

           "Snow. . You will regret that," he promises sweetly, getting up. His devilish grin, full of inhumanly sharp teeth causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise. He slowly crawls off my bed. . scarily-captivating silver eyes piercing through mine as I gulp.

           "Baz, Baz, no, please! I- I didn't—" I start blustering and backing away. My back hits our door with a thud, and he's prowling forward, cackling softly. I try mustering a laugh to feign comfort, but it comes out as an awkward noise. As he steps closer, I choke on the very air I was breathing. "Boo, you know I didn't— please, Bazzy. . Please," I start begging.

            I blink and he's suddenly inches away from me. I'm facing his chest; fuck, when did he get this tall? I slowly tilt my head up and he places his arms on either side of my head, smirk widening at my fear. I try to duck away and escape but he slams a pale hand on my chest, pushing me up against the door. His cold seeps into me. Adrenaline rushes through my blood.

Baz's POV

Simon's brows are pinched, and he's chewing his plump pink lip nervously as I hold him against the door. I have to hold back my inherent vampire strength, or else I might frighten him. But his heart is racing, drumming in my ears. He smells like forest fires, his neck is luring me in. I just want to plant my lips on his collar and kiss him. . Biting him maybe, seeing his sweet blood drip onto my tongue. But I can't bite him. (I won't ever bite a human. Especially not Simon.) His stupidly, stupidly blue eyes are burning into mine, pupils dilating. Fuck. Now I wonder if it's out of fear or excitement. . The playful twinkle in his blue eyes confirms that it's the latter.

Simon's POV

Baz's lips attach themselves to my neck. I feel him inhale, and hear his sweet, breathy moan right next to my ear. I tilt my neck to give him more access, even though I'm acutely aware of how close he is to my jugular vein. He sucks gently on my sensitive skin, then moves away to look down at me. Licking his lips, he then lets out a deep, velvety chuckle, silver eyes twinkling.

Baz's POV

"I love you," Snow whispers, shyly smiling. I kiss the tip of his nose. He's so precious.

             "I love you too, you insufferable prat."

             "I only woke you up!" He defends, tugging on his bronze curls, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

             "Isn't that the most polite thing to do," I retort, heading for my wardrobe. He rolls his eyes, and it's a whole movement, his golden curls bouncing as his head cocks to one side dramatically. Crowley, this boy. . .

            "Was that my punishment?" Snow grins, "A kiss? Fuck, Baz, I'd have thought you'd do better."

              I crane my neck to smile back at him, the most terrifying smile the world knows, aware that it will leave him unsettled. "Love, the day I punish you. . ," I bite my tongue, shaking my head at him.

Penelope's POV

The boys enter the dining hall early, (must be Simon's doing) and splay across their chairs. Okay, only Simon splays. Baz sits like he's a queen. Regal and sophisticated at every turn. He has a faint smirk on his face, and I immediately connect the dots as I catch a blueish mark on Simon's neck.

                "Quite the top energy you got there, Baz," I laugh as Simon lets me in on the struggle it was to awaken him, as an attempt to go back to our usual playful taunting. The kind we had before we fought.

               "How observant of you, Bunce." Baz laughs lightly; it doesn't sound forced but he's still using my last name. Well, I mean he does that with Simon too. . But at least he kisses Simon to reassure him that he loves him.

               "Who said he's top?" Simon scoffs, emphasizing it with his blown-wide eyes. Baz laughs at his immaturity.

               "Who is top?" I ask curiously, though I have an idea. Baz sighs and Simon giggles, catching his eye. Baz rolls his eyes amusedly.

               "Guess," he tells me, and I think he's sucking on his fangs as he says it.

               "I think. . Okay, I feel like Baz generally has too much top energy. . But around you," I say, looking at Simon, "He acts like a bottom."

               Simon immediately starts giggling and jabs Baz in the ribs. The nigh invulnerable vampire doesn't react except for throwing a pointed look at Simon, the faint smile on his lips refusing to disappear however.

              "Simon, I'm not ashamed," he says. And he doesn't look like he is. "I mean. . Short tops are cute."

              "Wait. . Why are you talking about crop tops now?" Simon suddenly blurts. I burst out laughing, Merlin, he's thick headed.

              "Simon. . What conversation did you switch to?" Baz asks, probably wondering why he's so desperately attracted to Simon.

              "Oh wait. . Oh. Never mind," Simon says, looking away awkwardly as we laugh.

              Baz is sucking on his fangs again, and Simon tries to poke his finger at his cheek I think, when Baz jerks away. "Crowley, Simon—"

              "Penny, I find it so cool how there's a part of his body that grows whenever he needs it!" He says between giggles. I choke on my orange juice as the words leave his mouth; thank Merlin we're far too early for anyone else to be here to hear this shit. I take a peek at Baz as I choke, his eyes are wide in shock too and he swallows awkwardly. Why are we even surprised?

             "Simon. . can you hear yourself?" Baz questions, reaching for tea.

              "Yeah, I'm not deaf," Simon pouts. Baz and I look at each other, sighing at our Chosen One's intelligence levels.

              "Right. . ," Baz huffs. He suddenly cocks his head, probably looking out for the noise of foot steps. They don't want anyone to see them, especially because of the reaction they're fearing Baz's father will have.

             "Other Mages are coming, well, I'm off," He says, placing a sweet kiss on Simon's nose, as Si twitches out of surprise. They both laugh it off, and Baz leaves.