Blood Moon (manxman)

Morning After

TW: References to child abuse, homophobia, transphobia

Lazarus woke up to see his bare body covered by a thick blanket, and the space Montégo previously took up was now empty. The room was really dark outside of some light coming in through the curtains, so in his half-asleep state, it took a few moments for the panic to kick in.
When he did process the man no longer with him, he threw the blanket off and jumped up, his heart probably racing faster than ever,

"...Montégo?" He whisper-yelled, finding himself tearing up slightly from the fear of losing Montégo before they were even officially together.
He suddenly smelled breakfast, almost immediately identifying the location of the scent that filled his nose and made his eyes light up. He snuck into the kitchen and quickly hugged Montégo from behind around his waist. Montégo flinched as the feeling of the naked man hugging him so tightly and he gasped,
"Laz! get some clothes on!"

"I thought you abandoned me, I didn't have time to get dressed!" Lazarus whined and Montégo looked annoyed as he opened the waffle maker in front of him to reveal a heart-shaped waffle.

"First of all, why would I abandon you in my own house? That's absurd."

"Well then I thought you were murdered!" Lazarus smiled softly and separated from Montégo.

"What, you think I'm some weakling?" Montégo smiled, glancing at Lazarus and resisting the urge to stare at every inch of the pale man's body. He grabbed a hold of Lazarus's wrist and, glancing over some small scars, brought attention to a tattoo. It was lettering in the Blood and Blade font, the word 'Devil' in red ink.
"What's the story behind this?"

"Does every tattoo need a story?" Lazarus pulled his arm away

"Well, what demon would have 'devil' on his arm like that? There's gotta be a story or a need for attention from hunters, right?"

"Um...I feel too vulnerable to be emotionally so. Take me to your wardrobe so I can borrow something that'll actually cover me up, please?" Lazarus asked, a small, sensitive spark lingering in his eyes. Montégo nodded and lead him to his bedroom, opening a large closet and tossing a large, open box full of clothes onto the floor. Lazarus looked through Montégo's entire closet and slipped on some 7-inch shorts and a large red hoodie without even thinking of looking for undergarments.

"...See the scars near the tatt?" Lazarus asked, rolling up the sleeve of the hoodie before Montégo nodded.

"My parents died when I was still a minor, so I went to an orphanage, where I was abused relentlessly. The nuns and priests and all those assholes...they were powerful. One look into my eyes told them there was something in me that went against their beliefs. So I was hit with rulers on the wrists, over and over, until I was bleeding far more than any child should."

Montégo sat on his bed, listening to Lazarus's story intently.

"They called me the devil." Lazarus looked away as bloody tears threatened to spill from his eyes, "They wouldn't stop calling me the devil, and they didn't even know why...then they caught me...getting undressed with another boy." The blood spilled from one eye and he quickly wiped it away, taking a deep breath before sitting next to Montégo and leaning onto his shoulder, "Then they started calling me...other things. A pervert, a transvestite, I don't even wanna say the rest. They treated me like shit for years, and as soon as I could, I decided to embrace the awful title they gave me. But it's hard..."

"It sounds hard...I hope they got what they deserved."

"Oh it was decades ago; of course they did. I ate them."

Montégo smiled and raised an eyebrow at Laz.

"Well, the priest started it, getting too touchy, as priests do. So I tore him to shreds, and all the other ignorant pieces of shit. And, uh...fled the country. That's when I moved to France!"

"Ah...seems your well-traveled." Montégo stood, holding his hand to Lazarus who took it before standing as well.
Once they were on the same level, they embraced, their arms clinging to each other's backs just as their lips clung to each other. Montégo would probably never say it out loud, but the idea of Lazarus using his abilities to stand up for himself and others made him proud. And made him find Laz much more attractive.
Unfortunately for him and his unwillingness to speak such things aloud, when focused enough...Laz could read non-vampiric minds, and took note of this fact.

After the two pulled away from each other, Montégo found himself licking his thumb, almost by habit, and wiping the blood smear underneath Lazarus's eye, "So, vampires really cry blood?" 

"Yeah. Not sure why though, probably something about being an abomination to the guy upstairs." He let out a soft laugh before Montégo held onto his hand, leading him back to the kitchen where they ate breakfast, soon separating so Lazarus could go to work.

Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one should be much longer! Thanks for reading <3