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Little Moments

The warm, dim glow of the candles highlighted Nandor's slightly hollowed cheeks. It made his dead porcelain skin look more alive. More human. This was all Guillermo could pay any attention to. Distracted, he accidentally tugged on his hair a little too hard.

"Ow! Careful, Guillermo!" hissed Nandor. "Sorry, Master," Guillermo apologized nervously, pausing briefly before continuing to stroke the vampire's hair with the hairbrush. To Guillermo, Nandor's hair never really needed brushing. It always looked so perfect. The familiar ran his fingers through the hair as he brushed. It was as jet black as the night. It had a shine to it when he moved his hand underneath it. It was so soft— like a smooth sheet of black silk. Despite the vampire being dead, his hair felt so alive and healthy. It was the little moments like these that make Guillermo want to sob. He couldn't tell whether it'd be happy or not. There was always a thick slab of glass between the two. There was always some form of miscommunication. A disconnect. These moments were so rare for him. He could feel him... well, that sounded weird. It was a feeling that the young familiar couldn't quite describe in words. He just let his emotions do the talking, and that was okay for him. Whenever he felt Nandor's hair, his heart felt closer to him. He felt warm inside. He felt complete. Maybe that was unhealthy. Maybe he was too dependent, considering the fact that he was technically his slave. But to Guillermo, that wasn't the case. To Guillermo, he was a friend. To his mind, a lover. His heartstrings ached to be pulled by his master. He wanted him. But, at least for now (aka, probably until the day of his death), Nandor was out of his reach. The warm ness in his heart grew into a flame, before becoming chilled, like a candle had just been blown out. The familar's face showed an expression of melancholy. It was safe to say Guillermo was entranced.

Guillermo shivered when he streamed his fingers through Nandor's hair, goosebumps trailing up his arms and legs. It was happening again. He wasn't cold... quite the opposite, actually. That burning returned. A bead of sweat rolled down Guillermo's forehead. The room suddenly felt like an oven, or an overcrowded airplane. His eyes were fixed on the vampire, and they couldn't pull away. His mouth was... watering?? Okay, that was new. It always made Guillermo uncomfortable when this happened. Not only was the heat causing physical discomfort, but what the heat was doing to his mind was even worse. For some reason, he had gained a desire to stab him whenever this occurred. A fantasy. Guillermo hated this. He knew he couldn't control this, but the distress from his urges made him want to vomit. The mere idea of hurting Nandor crushed Guillermo. He wouldn't be able to live with himself anymore. He would be empty. A nothing. Sure, he would still have his family and a couple human friends, but his life revolved around being the familiar to a vampire he was deeply in love with. Guillermo would rather kill himself than kill Nandor.

These feelings never lasted very long, thankfully. They were pretty rare too. Unfortunately, however, they would occur whenever he was painfully close. During these little moments. The first time this had happened was the first time he had met his master while he was still nineteen and working at Panera Bread. Bizarrely enough, he had already sensed Nandor was a vampire without even looking at his fangs. But Guillermo had always shrugged this off as a coincidence. After all, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't human, or at least otherworldly. Anybody could look at his black, dead eyes and paper-white skin and make the same assumption.

The familiar tugged on the rim of his collared shirt as the temperature in the room continued to climb. "You're awfully quiet, Guillermo." Nandor said, which pulled Guillermo back into the task at hand. Brushing his master's hair.

"Oh, um, it's nothing, master," Guillermo began, adjusting his glasses, "don't you think it's a little toasty in here?" Nandor raised an eyebrow, "No? You're the one who set the thermostat. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," The familiar shook his head at himself, "Just wondering if the temperature is right for you."

"Yes, I'm fine."

As much as Guillermo enjoyed pampering his master, he was getting a little tired of just brushing his hair. "Do you mind if I try something real quick, master?" asked Guillermo. Nandor grimaced, "I appreciate you asking for consent, but I'm not in the mood to experiment with you sexually right now." Guillermo's cheeks flooded with a red glow, glancing to the side with embarrassment. "W-What? N-No, no! Just... no. T-That's not— not what I meant," He frantically explained, shaking his head, flustered, "I meant I wanted to style your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" whined Nandor. "Do you not like it?"

"Of course not! I mean— of course I like your hair. Your hair is b—... fine." What Guillermo wanted to say was that Nandor's hair was beautiful, but of course that would mean breaking that glass wall. He wasn't ready for that.

 "Please, I think you'll like it."

The vampire grumbled, "Okay, fine. But if you cut it I will rip off your dick and shove it up your ass." Guillermo's smile faltered, "Thank you, master."

Nandor's patience was wearing thin while Guillermo gently folded strands of his long, silky hair over the other. "Are you finished yet? What's taking so long?" Guillermo sighed, "Just be patient and sit still, master." All the tension in his mind and the heat from before seemed to melt away. It was little moments like these that made Guillermo feel at peace.

"Done!" Guillermo said, grabbing a mirror sitting next to him on the floor and handing it to Nandor, "What do you think?" Nandor stared at the mirror with confusion, "You know I can't see my own reflection, right?" Guillermo blushed, "Right. Sorry."

"But..." Nandor started, "even if I can't see it, I bet I look really cool." The frown he had before shifted, the corners of his mouth turning upward, giving him a small, yet toothy grin.

"You are already cool, master."

"That is very kind of you, Guillermo. You flatter me. You are my best fr... familiar."

Guillermo felt reassured. One day, just maybe, Nandor would bring himself call him his friend. Possibly even his best friend... his boyfriend, at some point. The cozy warmth in Guillermo's soul returned, only this time, it wasn't fueled by a mysterious underlying bloodlust. It was genuine compassion. He gave a sad smile. A platonic affection, he reminded himself. This was the closest he would ever get. All he could do was just enjoy these special little moments the had with his master. All he could do was dream of the day he would finally call him "mine."