A/N: This is just a really short one-shot of my character Vik (pronounced Vyke), full name Viking (Yes, I really named him that, because I couldn't think of anything more suitable and I wanted to hurry up and play the damn game) and Farkas's after-events of their wedding night. Fluff, cuddling, romance, nothing really MA. Think of this as a preview to future stories of these two.
The flicker of sunset hue candlelight grew faint against the walls.
Farkas clenched the furs resting haphazardly atop his lower body with a sweating hand and stared up at the ceiling in a daze, out of breath and desperately trying to gain it back. He heard no reciprocating sound from his right, Vik had no need to recuperate. His skin and organs felt hot like fire, almost uncomfortably so, but not enough for him to move.
He turned his dark head to look over his nude husband and found his actions mirrored, only the blonde Nord vampire had outstretched his arm for him. Slowly he moved over and snuggled into Vik's cool side, both of the Harbinger's arms coming down to rest around him in a lover's embrace. For a very long moment not one sound was made.
The two laid together in blissful comfort, each gently tapping into their thoughts and wondering what the other was thinking. Vik couldn't say what the werewolf's thoughts were, as he remembered his oath to never read his mind without permission. And to be quite honest, he didn't see the need. It had been the first time for the both of them. Farkas would speak when he was ready to.
He felt the haggard man shudder with content and cooling body temperature against his pale, bare chest, the younger companion's hand coming up to rest on his heart. Farkas's mind was stilled by the absence of a beat under his palm, and Vik's chill lips were felt in a soft kiss on the rough skin just underneath the side of his jaw, behind his ear. Only a while ago he'd felt the tips of those fangs behind those lips, grazing dangerously across his neck, so impossibly gentle even as his body was ravished and their minds were far lost to pleasure.
Vik's slender fingers traced the ones over his heart and slowly entwined them with his, gold wedding bands clinking quietly, briefly, as their hands laced together. He closed his eyes and let himself be entranced by the feel of the werewolf's heartbeat thumping away against him. No words spoken to break the moment between them, their hearts floated in zero gravity.
Perhaps, between a bat and a wolf...
Silence in the night was all that was needed to say I love you.
The candlefire's embers slowly died and the bedroom was doused into shadows, thin rivulets of smoke drifting into the air, and two hearts were one in the darkness.
A/N: Told you it was short. Like I said, it's just a preview.
