N/A: Well this is it, this sequel is over and I wanna thank everyone who decided to stick with me and read this! There's a chance I won't easily stop writing about this universe, unless you will all get bored of it, but we'll see, right? I wanna thank my girlfriend, who played a huge part as muse and supporter for me, and my friends Mari and Heather who are always so supportive and helpful and just LKJAETLKJAETL yeah. Thank you all for making this sequel a possibility and a quite nice success.

I'll never stop being grateful, really! It's just sad that this too has come to an end.

I'm also really sorry that this took so long to write but it wasn't easy at all. So yeah, now you can finally enjoy it :)


Will you stay
Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?
And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am

Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

Dark Side ; Kelly Clarkson.


The sun shone warm and bright, that morning, filtering through the curtains and warming up the floor of the bedroom, it dared waking up Anders as his rays splashed light on his eyes, making him grimace and blink his eyelids open. He felt a weight pressing lightly on his middle, and since he had turned around during the night and wasn't facing Mitchell anymore, he had kind of forgotten about him. That's why he felt the fluttering of butterflies wings in the pit of his stomach when shifting on his back he saw Mitchell sleeping curled up beside him, Anders couldn't help but smirk, but as he tried to move his arm to run his fingers over Mitchell's face the sting of the bite on his forearm and a growling stomach reminded him of the night before. Right, he had been bitten by his vampire boyfriend and now he was starving because he definitely needed his energy back.

Anders sneaked carefully out of bed, doing an amazing job at not waking up Mitchell, then padded out of the bedroom to reach the kitchen. He legitimately felt like crying when opening his fridge he was greeted by Ty's sushi, five bottles of lager, an almost empty bottle of milk, a ketchup bottle, an half-eaten box of shrimp noodles and a small bowl of overcooked pasta Bolognese – no wonder he had dropped a couple of sizes in those two months. Anders was pretty sure that he could find something in the cupboards, cereals or anything really, or else he was going to just heat up the Bolognese and stuff his painfully empty stomach with that.

During Anders' search for food, Mitchell was tossing and turning in his sleep, getting tangled into the covers until he suddenly jolted awake with a choked sob. He gulped when he realized that he was back at Anders' but the fact that he was alone in the bed wasn't exactly making him feel better about waking up from the nightmare he had been stuck into. The memories from the night before were all mixed up with the awful dream he had just woken up from, and now he couldn't tell if he had killed Anders or not, nor if he had scared him off or maybe even recruited him, but when he looked at the floor and saw the blood stained sheets panic surged through him in a violent rush, nearly making him throw up as he called out for Anders as loudly as he could.

In the kitchen, Anders widened his eyes and threw the cupboard shut as he clumsily stormed into the bedroom to find the panicked vampire sitting in the middle of the bed, shaking like a leaf "What the fuck happened?!" Anders cried as he stared at him wide eyed.

Mitchell let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed back against the pillows "Fuck, I thought I'd killed you or something!" he whined as he pressed his palms against his eyes.

Anders huffed and shook his head, but he was glad that Mitchell was okay "Nightmare?" he asked as his shoulders relaxed.

Mitchell looked at him and held his arm out, wiggling his fingers to beckon Anders over "Come back to bed, please?"

Anders rolled his eyes "But I'm starving."

Mitchell frowned at those words "You hate me that much?"

Anders huffed "I don't hate you," he shook his head and walked up to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers much to Mitchell's happiness.

"I'm so sorry," Mitchell said probably for the millionth time since the night before, as he wrapped his arms around Anders and buried his face into the crook of his neck.

Anders groaned as he tucked his chin over Mitchell's head "Shut up, don't you think you've apologized enough?"

Mitchell shook his head "No, it'll probably never be enough."

Anders' eyes rolled into the back of his skull "Fuck, Mitchell! Quit being such an emo!" he growled exasperated.

Mitchell pulled back to scowl at Anders "That's not being emo!" then he blinked puzzled for a moment as he added quickly "I don't even know what the hell is an emo, but," he scoffed with a roll of his eyes "I had promised you to never leave your side, I had promised you to always be with you but I flushed everything down the toilet and ran away to do horrible things."

Anders bit back a chuckle when Mitchell said he didn't know what an emo was, he always forgot that he was a 115 years old stuck in the body of young adult in his early twenties. He grew extremely serious when Mitchell went on, it was true, the vampire had fled and done terrible things, but Anders hadn't exactly behaved like a saint.

"You were right, I mean, I of all people perfectly know what it's like to have an ugly, uncontrollable urge and Christ knows the energy it takes me to not give in to it!" Mitchell continued his rambling, feeling lighter and lighter as he pushed an enormous weight off his chest.

Anders cupped Mitchell's jaw and hushed him by pressing his thumb across his lips "That's enough, I know," he nodded. He appreciated Mitchell's words and loved him even more for saying all of that, but it was his turn to confess. "But I've been pretty horrible too, while you were away," he pursed his lips and shrugged a shoulder "I've never exactly been a saint, and I didn't behave much differently from how I did before I met you," he smiled bitter "actually I did much worse."

Mitchell gulped as he listened to Anders, letting out a small knowing huff "Yeah well, you fucked Gaia again," he flared his nostrils and looked away, ignoring Anders' grimace.

"What? No! I slept with Gaia those two infamous times but nothing else has ever happened after!" Anders cried defensive.

Mitchell arched up an eyebrow as he looked back at Anders skeptical "Yeah? Well you said that she told you that I saved her from those arseholes vampires."

Anders' expression dropped as he stared at Mitchell "Over the fucking phone, genius."

Mitchell raised his eyebrows and blinked "Oh..."

"Yeah," Anders sighed, then shook his head "Though while I wasn't screwing her, I was pretty much screwing the rest of the city," he admitted as he broke away from Mitchell's embrace, sitting up with his back pressed against the bedpost.

"Anders," Mitchell widened his eyes slightly from under knitted brows. He couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and jealousy that crept through his chest and shot down to his stomach. But after all, what could Mitchell want from Anders? They had broken up and Mitchell had told him to live the life he was supposed to live, and he was free to have sex with whoever he wanted.

"Once a slut, always a slut, I guess?" Anders commented with a small, bitter smile.

Mitchell shook his head "Don't say that about yourself, Anders."

The blond shrugged, still looking blankly ahead and avoiding Mitchell's gaze. There wasn't much to say, he had done what he was used to do before knowing Mitchell but on a larger scale, with more people, alcohol and the occasional drug involved. Anders had felt filthy for the first time during those months, and not in a good way, because he was deliberately degrading himself, it had been just another kind of self-harm.

"I guess that we both go down ugly roads when we're apart," Mitchell suggested looking down at his lap for a moment, fidgeting with the duvet.

"I don't know if I'm ready," Anders started as he inhaled a deep breath and finally looked over at Mitchell "For us," he finished the sentence.

Now if Mitchell's heart hadn't stopped already decades ago, it would have definitely stopped in that very moment. "Have you... Decided to go down the Idunn road?" his voice cracked mid-sentence, that was the thing he had feared the most for all that time.

Anders' eyes dropped shut as he let out a frustrated groan "No! Fuck Idunn!" then he looked at Mitchell "I don't feel ready to get back with you if you'd decide fuck off again. I don't want that, I can't handle that!"

Mitchell widened his eyes as he sat up "I wouldn't leave this time!" he replied quickly "I want our life back, I loved our life together!"

Anders felt his heart clench at those words, he believed Mitchell, he knew he was honest and sincere, but his fear of being abandoned couldn't just go away, not when he thought about the awful panic attacks he had gone through. He decided to let the vampire talk for a while, not mentioning the fact that Gaia was probably on her way to the airport or something in that very moment. "You did? Even if it has never been and never will be normal?"

Mitchell looked at Anders, his eyes filled with determination, he had thought about having that kind of conversation with Anders during many nights back at the nest. He was prepared for that, his thoughts were all sorted out, he just loved the man too much to not want to go back to what they had with all its imperfections. "Everyone's got their demons to deal with, ours are just bigger than normal people's," he started out, and he could tell Anders was already hooked on his words "we've tried avoiding them, we've tried giving in to them but that's not how it works!" Mitchell huffed and shook his head.

Anders arched an eyebrow, expectantly "So what? We spray them with holy water?"

Mitchell rolled his eyes "You deal with them, that's the only way."

Anders pursed his lips and nodded slowly "So this means that you won't run away from my Bragi demon, or of how much of an arsehole I can be?"

Mitchell shook his head "I won't. Even if it hurts me, because I love you more than how much I hate Bragi."

Again with the butterfly wings flapping about in his stomach, God when had Anders become a 15 years old girl with a raging crush? "Hey! Bragi is very useful in many situations, don't hate him!"

Mitchell scowled "Well he needs to understand that you are only meant to fuck me and no one else!" he protested in a low growl.

Anders rolled his eyes, a small smirk curling his lips "What a boring life!" he huffed as he glanced at Mitchell "But I guess that with Gaia out of the picture boredom will be the only option," he shrugged.

Mitchell widened his eyes "What do you mean?" he blinked, completely puzzled "Gaia out of the picture?" he repeated as he tried to give meaning to something that should have been really clear, but in that moment sounded like a foreign language to him.

Anders shrugged a shoulder "It means exactly what you think it means," he broke into one of his smug smirks as he watched realization slowly creep on Mitchell's face.

"Wait, she's gone? She's not dead right?" Mitchell asked a bit too quickly and not too clearly, but Anders understood him just fine.

"She said that she needed to stay away from Gods, she couldn't stand anything anymore," Anders pursed his lips "so she took off," he explained with a jerk of the head.

Mitchell kept quiet as he let Anders' words slowly sink in, washing away his anxiety, his jealousy and making him feel lighter than ever. Breathing in a few deep breaths was his first reaction, it was refreshing and soothing even if unnecessary, but he still didn't have enough energy to smile properly. "So you're free? We are free?" Mitchell asked, because he still hadn't understood how Anders felt about all this.

Anders nodded slowly as he tried to keep a straight expression, not wanting to give his emotions away just like that. "Yes, we are," he nodded slowly, then added with a roll of the eyes "Unless something happens to Gaia and a new Idunn gets reincarnated and meets me. Even if that would be some major shit luck." he grunted as he finished talking.

Mitchell's first instinct was to shift to his knees and cup Anders' face "No! Nothing bad will happen, in any way! We're gonna be just fine, I promise! Whatever happens we'll face it together, I'll never leave your side again, Anders!" again he had spoken in a rush, staggering over his own words because he wanted the message to reach Anders as soon as possible, to reassure and convince him that he was definitely up to make it work, no matter the difficulties.

Anders bit his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning, he still wanted to torture Mitchell for a bit and listen to all the beautiful things he had to say to convince him of something that he was already well convinced of. "You know how much I need you, right?" he uttered at last.

Mitchell furrowed his brows and nodded "I do know, and I need you just as much," then he added cocking his head "if not more." those words made both of them chuckle, and Mitchell smiled wide and bright "You're laughing, at last! I missed it so much!"

Anders grimaced "Oh please no, no more sappiness," he groaned, even though he was blushing slightly.

Mitchell chuckled and pressed a kiss to Anders' pouting lips "I missed you every day, so much," he said softly as he leaned his forehead against Anders'.

Anders smiled and shrugged a shoulder "Well, I can't really blame you. I'd miss me too," he pecked at Mitchell's lips before slipping out of bed again "I'm heating up Bolognese and making fish fingers, if you decide to get up."

Mitchell pouted and scowled up at Anders, usually it was him who'd sneak out of Anders' attentions, but he figured that the blond was still making him pay. "You're cruel," the vampire whined as he dragged himself out of bed.

"Nope, I'm starving," Anders corrected him as he padded back into the kitchen "even though hunger can definitely make people cruel, I guess?" he pulled the freezer door open and fetched the box of fish fingers out of it.

Mitchell walked up to the table and took a seat, leaned an elbow on the cold surface and propped his chin on his hand "Are you insinuating something?" the eyebrow that the night before was ripped open had completely healed up, so he was able to cock it with no problem.

Anders smirked, turning around for a moment as he shoved the Bolognese into the microwave "No, Lestat." well at least Anders was his playful self again, calling him names and whatnot, and maybe once they were finished stuffing their stomachs full he would have let Mitchell close to him again.

The meal was really bad, but they were both hungry so they ate regardless of the poor taste and quality of the food, with the promise of pizza for dinner. They opened up to each other after a beer each, Anders telling Mitchell all about how he thought that giving in to his vices would have helped him feel better, and Mitchell told him what a nightmare it had been to be part of the Auckland vampires, ending his story with what had exactly happened to Gaia and Zeb.

"So they... Claimed that you had beaten up those newcomers vamps so that they had an excuse to bash the crap out of you?" Anders asked with a scowl, he had actually cringed during the whole story and knowing every detail of the story made him feel sick.

Mitchell let out a small huff and nodded "Exactly. But Noah was sick of me, anyway, they only wanted to get rid of me." he shrugged as he sipped from his can of beer.

"So you don't think they're going to come after you and try killing you again?" Anders asked as he picked nervously at the pull tab of the can.

Mitchell nodded as he was still gulping down his beer "Nope. If they wanted me dead they'd killed me already," he cocked his head "they would have staked me, not beaten me."

Anders just nodded in understanding as he succeeded in tearing the tab off. He seemed to be deep in thought for a few moments as he licked and nibbled on his bottom lip, then he finally found the courage to speak up "You know I..." Anders started, but then he rolled his eyes and waved his hand "No, forget it, I'm probably just a nutjob." he tried to play it off with a snigger before swigging at his beer.

Mitchell furrowed his brows "No, tell me! C'mon," he nodded, then he reached a hand out to brush his fingers against Anders' "we're not like everyone else, nuts is our ordinary." he smiled bitter as he tried to encourage him to speak.

Anders pursed his lips and looked down at Mitchell's fingers resting on top of his, then sucked in a deep breath and continued speaking "I'd randomly feel sick or in actual pain, sometimes," he still didn't look up at Mitchell because he legitimately felt like he was insane "but the thing is that I was fine! Nothing was wrong with me! Until I realized that I was actually feeling your pain and–" he glanced up at Mitchell for a moment and shook his head "No, it's mental I know, don't listen to me."

Mitchell's fingers wrapped around Anders' hand, making the god look up at him surprised "It does sound mental but it's very real. I'm the same with you, I feel it when you're suffering and in pain," he raised his brows at the disbelief painting Anders' face "I felt it when Herrick staked you, I felt it when Axl nearly killed you!" then he gave Anders' hand a squeeze "I could feel your sorrow and grief during these two months. It's real, it's a soul bond."

Anders couldn't believe what he was hearing, even if they had both faced many bizarre things a 'soul bond' was definitely new and it did sound silly. "A soul bond? Like–" he furrowed his brows, blinking as he thought this over "A connection? Like those stuff that happen to twins?"

Mitchell pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly "In a sense, yeah. But much stronger," he nodded "did you talk about it with Olaf? Maybe he's heard of those bonds before."

Anders grimaced and shook his head "I've been trying to stay away from my family as much as humanly, even godly possible." he scoffed, then stared at his hand in Mitchell's "So we... Are like soul mates? Proper soul mates?"

Mitchell smiled fondly and laced their fingers together "I guess?" then he rubbed circles on Anders' palm with his thumb "Pretty cool, eh?"

Anders pulled a face "That's so cheesy, sounds like something extremely and obnoxiously romantic you just made up to woo me," he said as he raised his eyes on Mitchell again.

The vampire sniggered softly "I didn't make it up but," he touched the ring that Anders was still wearing on his left ring finger "is it working?" Mitchell smiled at him.

Anders noticed that Mitchell had touched the ring, he had never even considered taking it off, even when he thought that they were over forever. "Maybe?" Anders shrugged "I might need you to do something more to win me back completely."

Mitchell smirked as an idea formed in his head, he got off the chair and moved to the side of Anders' before he got down on his knees, taking Anders' hand in his again. Before he even got the chance to open his mouth Anders panicked and quickly drew his hand back with a chocked sob.

"Don't you fucking dare propose to me, I'll punch you so hard in the nose that no blood type will heal you!" Anders cried.

Mitchell laughed really hard at that, then shook his head "Why don't you shut the fuck up and let me speak?"

Anders' cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he cursed under his breath, looking aside for a moment before scowling back down at the vampire.

Mitchell cupped Anders' jaw in one hand "Would you like to go back to how we were? No matter how hard it could get at times, no matter the demons, would you like it to be you and me against the world all over again?"

Anders' throat clenched for a moment, he felt a knot trapping his breath but he still let out a weird noise of annoyance as he slid off the chair to kneel in front of Mitchell "Fuck your sappiness, I am supposed to be the god of poetry!" he cried out frustrated as he gripped at Mitchell's shirt with both fists.

Mitchell grinned "This a yes?"

Anders flared his nostrils "The fuck do you think it is?"

They didn't have to add anything else as they melted into each other's arms getting lost in a heated, intense kiss that was trying to make up for all the lost time. Anders hands were roaming Mitchell's back, tugging at the shirt to take it off and the vampire was doing just the same, the need to feel each other's skin was stronger than anything else.

"Bed," Anders hissed against Mitchell's lips "let's go to bed, I don't wanna do this on the floor."

Mitchell nodded, brushing their lips together as he did so, then he scooped Anders up to move into the bedroom, their bedroom. Anders wrapped his legs around Mitchell's waist as he walked towards the room, sucking and licking the salt off the vampire's neck in the meantime, enjoying his small moans and grunts. Mitchell propped a knee on the mattress as he laid Anders on his back in the middle of the bed, and the god quickly dragged him down with him for another deep kiss.

"Have you fucked other people?" Anders breathed against Mitchell's lips as he broke the kiss for air "Just tell me, you already know I did," he added to reassure him that it was okay if he had.

Mitchell grimaced at the question "A few times to feed," then he shook his head "but no vampires."

"Okay," Anders nodded "okay, it's fine."

Mitchell smiled bitter and pecked softly at Anders' lips before he sat back on his heels to remove Anders' sweatpants and boxers, realizing only in that moment how skinny Anders had got, and he also spotted a few bruises on his hips and thighs. The vampire furrowed his eyebrows and traced a particularly fresh looking one with his fingertips "How did you get those?"

Anders pulled a face and moved Mitchell's hand away from the purplish mark on his hip "I've been drinking a lot, so I got a bit clumsy. Don't mind them," he lied through his teeth and quickly tugged Mitchell's boxers down to make the vampire focus on something else.

Mitchell wasn't stupid, though, and of course he knew that Anders was lying, so he let him pull down his boxers but then stopped him again, catching his wrists in his hands and pinning them above Anders' head "Don't lie to me, Anders," he furrowed his brows "how did you get these bruises?"

Anders groaned in frustration and screwed his eyes shut "Fuck, Mitchell! Why do you have to ruin the moment?" he opened his eyes only to glare up at his boyfriend "Can't we just think about what we're gonna do and nothing else?"

"Not until you tell me what happened," Mitchell flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw.

"You're hurting me," Anders mumbled as he looked aside, and Mitchell released his wrists. As soon as Mitchell's fingers freed him, Anders sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it in a sigh "Some guys I fucked got a bit carried away," he began to explain as he still looked away "they got a bit too rough, catching me off guard," he looked up at Mitchell's horrified expression and raised his eyebrows "but as soon as they did I used my power to make them fuck off. Nothing bad happened."

Mitchell was at a loss of words and he didn't know what to say or do, he remained frozen as his eyes hovered the bruises on Anders' lower half all over again "As soon as they did, eh?" he commented in a hushed voice "Are you sure they didn't–" Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut, too shocked by the news to even bring himself to think or actually blurt out what those marks might imply.

Anders widened his eyes "No!" he cried out and shook his head "No, fuck no. I told you I made them fuck off as soon as they started being too violent for my taste." he did flare his nostrils and swallow thickly though, because even if they hadn't actually done what Mitchell feared, they had definitely scared Anders.

Mitchell found it hard to not snarl in a proper vampiric manner at the mention of someone hurting Anders like that, thinking about all those people sleeping with him was bad enough. He hadn't thought about the consequences of his actions, though, because the growl made Anders jump and scramble off the bed as he feared being attacked by the vampire. Mitchell widened his eyes at that reaction and promptly caught Anders by the wrist.

"No, please! Don't hurt me!" Anders cried, even more scared, as he tried to twist his arm out of Mitchell's grip.

Mitchell's heart broke at both the sight and those words, he had never intended to scare or hurt him "God, I don't wanna hurt you! I'm sorry!" he shook his head, and the look on Anders' eyes seriously made his stomach ache.

Anders tensed up as he gulped and asked "You sure?"

Mitchell just nodded and waited for Anders' expression to soften and his whole body to relax before he decided to press his temple to Anders chest and wrap his arms around his waist.

Anders let his eyelids fall shut as he let out a relieved breath and looped his arms around the vampire's head "You made me shit myself," he breathed out as he waited for his heart to stop hammering in his chest.

Mitchell grimaced at those words and held his boyfriend just a little bit tighter "I know, I didn't think I was gonna scare you, sorry."

Anders sunk his fingers into dark curls, gently massaging the vampire's scalp as they both lingered quietly in the moment. Mitchell kept his eyes shut as he listened to Anders' heartbeat slowing down to its normal pace, then looked up at the god with apologizing eyes and Anders softly smiled down at him to make him understand that he was forgiven.

"Still up for it? Or you wanna wait a bit longer?" Mitchell asked, placing a kiss in the middle of Anders' chest.

"'Course I'm up for it," Anders rolled his eyes, because seriously he had already held back for way too long for his standards, and he definitely needed Mitchell in every possible way "As long as you don't go berserk over those bruises again." he precised with an arched brow.

Mitchell sighed, tilting his chin up so that he was resting its underside flat against Anders' chest and looking up at him like a mortified puppy. "I won't, I promise."

Anders smirked down at him and playfully scratched behind his ear "Attaboy." Mitchell spanked him and they both laughed.

"C'mhere," Mitchell pulled Anders back to bed, and the god decided to be the one on top, bracketing the vampire's hips with his legs as they shared a slow, passionate kiss. "God, I missed kissing you so much," Mitchell breathed against Anders' lips.

"So did I," Anders moved his head to leave a trail of butterfly kisses all along Mitchell's stubbled jaw, stopping to nibble softly on his earlobe before eventually reaching his neck. Anders sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, relishing the groan he got in return and smirking against Mitchell's skin before he began to suck a dark, possessive mark on it.

Mitchell tilted his head to give Anders better access to his neck, he could feel himself growing back to full hardness and Anders was too, against his lower stomach. "Harder, bite harder!" Mitchell groaned as he dug his fingers into Anders' shoulders.

Mitchell didn't have to ask twice because Anders bit and suck the vampire's neck hard enough to draw blood – and how they liked the irony in all that. Mitchell let out a growl as his pelvis automatically rocked up against Anders' searching for some relieving friction, and Anders shifted lower so that their shafts were now rutting together with every single roll of their hips.

"Bite my shoulder," Mitchell moaned as he took Anders by surprise and wrapped his fingers around both his and Anders' cocks to stroke both of them at the same time.

"Fuck!" Anders hissed against Mitchell's neck, drooling a bit as he moved to bite the vampire's shoulder, leaving a nice red ring of teeth on that cold, pale skin that made Mitchell groan lowly in the back of his throat.

Mitchell screwed his eyes shut as he enjoyed the work of Anders' mouth on his shoulder, and in exchange for that he pressed his thumb against Anders' tip, rubbing circles into it and spilling precome all over. He had missed the way in which Anders shook under his touch, and even though he couldn't wait for him to fall apart, at the same time he wanted to make everything last as long as possible.

Anders moaned loudly and pressed his forehead against Mitchell's clavicle, his legs shuddering as a particular jolt of pleasure ran through his lower stomach. It was insane how all the sex he had had in those two months just couldn't compare to the simple work of Mitchell's hand and fingers, and the fact that they loved each other so much and that their souls – as odd as it still sounded to him – shared a bond made it impossible for anyone else to even remotely compete with Mitchell and what they shared.

"I need you inside me," Anders almost whined "please, John."

Mitchell groaned at those words "You have no idea how much I wanna," he said before he pulled Anders in for a hard kiss on the lips "just get the lube, will you?"

Anders grinned and reached out for the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling it open to grab the bottle of lubricant, then moved to sit back on his heels and poured the cold liquid all over his hand, setting the bottle back on top of the nightstand once he was done.

"Wait what are y–" Mitchell furrowed his brows confused as he watched Anders put the lubricant away, but the answer came sooner than he thought as Anders' fist began to slick Mitchell's cock with lube, making him moan and scrunch his face up "'Cold..." he hissed.

Anders smirked at those words "I'll warm it up in a sec."

Just hearing those words had heat shot down to Mitchell's groin, making him growl and buck wantonly into Anders' hand. Anders wasn't just the god of poetry, he was also the god of making Mitchell lose his head and in that moment his power was incredibly strong "Christ, just ride me already!" he cried impatient.

Anders had completely forgotten about the earlier fright, all that mattered now was being united with Mitchell as one again, there was no time for stupid fears or silly thoughts, he had a lover to take care of and that was all he wanted to think about. "Eager, much?" he smirked as he raised his hips to hover Mitchell's.

"More than you think," Mitchell offered him the twin of his smirk, then cupped his cheek "Don't hurt yourself, okay?" because Mitchell's head might have been hazed with lust, but he still wanted Anders to be alright.

Anders sniggered at him "I'll be okay, you know I can handle you just fine," he grinned mischievous as he lined Mitchell up with himself, then took a deep breath before slowly lowering his hips on Mitchell's tip. It did hurt at first, as he felt himself stretch around Mitchell, he squeezed his eyes shut and hissed, biting down on his bottom lip as he paused for a moment before taking a few more inches inside.

Mitchell groaned as he ran both hands up and down Anders' thighs, trying to distract him from the pain. It kind of ached slightly for Mitchell, too, Anders was tight and the way in which his body was squeezing Mitchell inside was a bit painful. He looked up at Anders' grimace and at his red tinted cheeks as the blond took various pauses to adjust to the intrusion on his way to take Mitchell completely inside. "You okay?" the vampire asked as he rubbed soothing circles on Anders' thighs "I could always prep you, if you want," he suggested in a soft voice.

Anders did appreciate the concern, but that was how he wanted it, he wanted to feel Mitchell as much as he could even if it hurt. The blond grinned and shook his head, then he braced himself with both hands on Mitchell's chest "I told you I'm fine, I can do this," Anders insisted.

"You don't have to impress me," Mitchell raised his brows "I know you're phenomenal in bed, alread–" his rambling suddenly broke into a deep, throaty groan as Anders managed to sit completely down on Mitchell's pelvis with a couple of muttered curses. "You fuckin'–"

Anders sniggered and bent over to speak against Mitchell's lips "Go on, fuck me, Dracula." he grinned and licked into Mitchell's mouth.

Mitchell's hands slid up to firmly grip at Anders hips as he began to snap his own up into them, causing the blond to groan and rest his forehead against Mitchell's chin for a moment. Anders let Mitchell thrust inside him until he felt himself fairly loose around the vampire so that he could finally sit back and take the lead, lifting and lowering himself on Mitchell's shaft, relishing the sensation of the brunet filling him up completely.

"G-god!" Mitchell choked on his words as he ran his hands up Anders' knees and thighs, his hips rocking up to meet Anders' movements.

Anders laughed softly and arched up an eyebrow as he looked down smugly at the vampire "Anders, Lestat. My name's always Anders," a crooked smirk tugged at his lips as he slid his hands towards Mitchell's on his own thighs, then laced their fingers together as he rode the vampire. Normally Mitchell would have been annoyed by that kind of joke, but he was honest enough with himself to admit that he had missed those silly remarks as much as everything else.

"You dick," Mitchell groaned with a smirk as he marveled at Anders beauty, because no matter the few pounds he'd lost, the bruises and the dark shadows under his eyes he still looked like a proper Adonis to Mitchell.

Anders' eyes fell shut as he found the right angle and pace to stimulate that sweet spot within him "Oh no, your dick! It feels amazing!" Anders squeezed Mitchell's fingers in his as a loud groan tore from his throat "Oh fuck!" he dropped his head and looked down at Mitchell with hooded eyes.

Mitchell bit his lower lip hard enough to rip it open, but no matter how hot it was to watch Anders riding him he needed to switch positions "Let me go on top," he moaned as he brought one of Anders' hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles, then sucked on both his middle and index fingers.

Anders' hips stilled as he watched Mitchell's lips envelop his digits, then nodded slowly his consent "Yeah," he licked his slightly chapped lips "yeah, take me," he nodded again as he levered himself up, whimpering when he felt Mitchell sliding out of him.

The vampire rolled on his knees easily, finding his place between Anders' thighs as if it was his home, and it was when Mitchell pushed back inside him and wrapped and arm around Anders to hold him close as he thrusted into him, that the blond realized they had been doing it wrong.

Riding someone is hot, incredibly sexy, but being able to circle your lover's neck with your arms and loop your legs around his waist to pull and keep him impossibly close couldn't even remotely compare. Anders could finally smell Mitchell's scent, feel his muscles, wind his fingers around his curls, kiss him like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow and everything felt so real and personal that for a moment he thought his heart would burst. He didn't care that his arm was hurting, that the bite was stinging, all he cared about was that Mitchell was there with him again, and it was like the reality of it had only just hit him.

"Y-you're not leaving after this, are you?" Anders suddenly moaned against Mitchell's lips.

The vampire raised his eyebrows in surprise, since the last thing he expected to come from Anders' mouth was that "Why would I?" he asked, hips stilling once he was buried deep within his boyfriend.

Anders' eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he had to take a moment before he could answer with something that actually made sense. "You left once, already."

Mitchell wrapped both arms around the god, holding him close as he spoke to his ear "I'm home again, I'm here to stay," he placed a soft kiss to Anders' neck "I love you. No one and nothing can keep me away from you anymore, alright?"

Anders didn't answer to him, always reluctant to show his vulnerable and monophobic side even to the person he loved, he just ran a hand up the vampire's neck and tugged on his curls before he breathed out a "Move, now."

Mitchell started moving just like Anders wanted, but it was nothing rough and frantic, it was slow, deep, intimate and loving, so much that it actually made Anders' cheeks flush a darker shade of pink, and it made Mitchell grin because he knew it wasn't for the effort.

"You're gorgeous," Mitchell moaned softly against Anders' mouth.

"I know, twat," Anders groaned as he threw his head back and held Mitchell impossibly close.

Mitchell knew it was Anders' way to accept the compliment and actually give one in return when he was too overwhelmed by his feelings, so the vampire buried his face into the crook of Anders' neck as he thrusted deep within him. He smelled his hair, felt the warmth of his skin and remembered the taste of his blood, and for a moment the thought of trying it again crossed his mind, but all he did was plant a kiss on its soft skin.

Anders had tensed up slightly under Mitchell's mouth, it was like he had read the vampire's mind, feeling that he probably would have wanted to feed from him again and the thing was actually thrilling. Anders was both scared and curious, he didn't want Mitchell to snap and attack him randomly but there was something about being claimed like that and having his blood flowing into Mitchell's system that was just so tempting, not to mention arousing. But Anders didn't have much time to think about that, because Mitchell had started hitting that sweet spot within him over and over, washing away his thoughts and tearing all kinds of choked moans and eager little sounds from his throat as he dug his nails into Mitchell's shoulders.

Mitchell growled at the scrapes on his back, hips bucking somewhat faster and harder as he pressed his forehead against Anders' to cry out his warning "Oh Christ, I'm about to–" he chocked back a sob as he tried so hard to hold back his own orgasm.

Anders' toes curled and his hips arched off the bed "D-don't stop, fuck! I'm so close!" he was nearly yelling by that time.

"Not gonna!" Mitchell groaned in reassurance as he kept up his pace, even though he was seriously about to come undone himself, but luckily it only took Anders a couple more thrusts to fall apart underneath Mitchell, dragging the vampire right along with him as they both cried out each other's names. Mitchell glued his cold lips to Anders', and the frantic kiss lasted until their orgasms died down and they were nothing but a pile of shuddering, sweaty limbs.

"Fuck," Anders breathed out against Mitchell's mouth before he broke into an uncontrollable giggle fit that affected the vampire right away "I have no idea how I survived two months without all this." Anders shook his head and kissed Mitchell's forehead.

"Ah, don't ask me. I dunno, either," Mitchell shook his head as he levered himself up on his hands to pull out, but as soon as he tried to push his hips back a pair of hands gripped at them, stopping him.

"No, don't!" Anders cried out "Stay a bit longer," he smirked.

Mitchell chuckled and shook his head "We ain't going nowhere, babe," he grinned as he pressed a soft kiss to Anders lips.

The blond shrugged "Don't care. Stay."

Mitchell lingered inside Anders for as long as they could bear it, exchanging kisses and whispered nonsense until Mitchell finally pulled out and flopped heavily on his back. Anders stretched out his limbs, scratched his sweaty chest and used his discarded sweatpants to wipe up his stomach as a thought brewed in his mind.

"You know what we really need?"

Mitchell arched a brow and looked over at him "What?"

"A vacation," Anders announced with a nod, then tossed the pants at Mitchell, so he could clean himself too.

The vampire stared at him under furrowed brows for a while before he could actually speak "You think?" he began to rub his own stomach clean "We just got back together..."

"So?" Anders cocked a brow, then massaged softly his bandaged arm – he had definitely strained it.

Mitchell blinked as he tried to search for an answer, then he noticed how Anders was rubbing at his arm so he gently took it to examine the bite. "Well, I dunno?" he began as he unraveled the bandage.

"What? You don't wanna go away with me?" Anders deadpanned with a glare.

Mitchell sighed as he put the bandage back on "Of course I do! I just..." he rolled his eyes and looked up at Anders "What about your family? What about the quest?"

Anders growled, he wanted to claw his face out "I'm not exactly the most popular Johnson, these days, you know? And screw the motherfucking quest, dude!" he snorted "We suck at this finding-the-Frigg thing, if you still haven't noticed. And they've done without me for all this time, I'm pretty sure they can go another month without me."

Mitchell raised his brows "A month?" he blinked "You wanna go away for a month?"

"Hey, we gotta make up for lost time," Anders raised his eyebrows "or you prefer to go straight back to work and have my family pestering us with godly shit now that we're back together?"

Mitchell didn't even think about it for a moment "Where are we going?"

Anders broke into a toothy grin "That's my vampire!"

That night Anders told Dawn that she could come to work later than usual, the morning after, but she needed to bring Ty with her too. She complained and asked too many questions, of course, but he really wasn't going to spill it out, he liked the look of shock on Dawn's face too much to miss that.

"How bad was she freaking out, on the phone?" Mitchell smirked as he stirred his coffee.

Anders left his iPhone on the nighstand and walked up to the couch to straddle Mitchell's lap "She was definitely about to burst a vein or something," he grinned as he snatched Mitchell's mug and took a sip of coffee "I'm pretty sure my brother will fuck her all better."

Mitchell grimaced "Jesus, Anders!"

"What? You a prude now?" Anders scowled as he gave him back the mug.

Mitchell raised both his eyebrows "Are you seriously asking me that? After how I fucked you this afternoon?" he sipped at his coffee.

Anders pursed his lips and shrugged a shoulder as he leaned in to brush his lips against Mitchell's "We can always improve," he purred right before slipping his tongue past Mitchell's lips.

Mitchell chuckled against Anders' mouth and kissed him back, deep and slow until Anders pulled back and rested his forehead against the vampire's.

"What if... What if we never find Frigg? Or what if we find her and something horrible happens?" Anders sighed as he reared back and ran his fingers through his hair "What if I don't become immortal and," he grimaced "I grow old and you stay like this, and then I die?"

Mitchell listened to Anders' concerned words with a deep frown, then moved to set the mug of coffee on the table "Hey, hey!" he cupped Anders' cheeks "We will find a solution when the time comes, alright?" he raised his eyebrows as he thumbed at Anders' cheekbones "What'd I tell you? We'll face our demons and overcome them, because we can make this work."

Anders licked his lips and let out a discomforted sigh "Promise me that if we'd run out of options you will turn me into a vampire."

Mitchell widened his eyes and shook his head "No, never. That's something I could never do, it would change you. You'd become cruel, and a blood addict," he pulled a face "I don't want you to be a monster like me."

Anders wrapped his fingers around Mitchell's wrists and gave them a firm squeeze "We'd be fine, Mitchell we–"

"We won't!" Mitchell cried "We'd be a couple of addicts who would just give in to our needs and–"

"Didn't you just say that we can overcome all our demons, if we're together?"Anders cut in with an arched eyebrow.

Mitchell huffed and rested his head back against the couch "Only if there was nothing else that we could do, then we'd think about it." he sighed.

"Thank you," Anders cupped Mitchell's cheek, but the vampire frowned.

"I don't wanna curse you, Anders."

Anders leaned in to peck at his lips "It's okay, let's not think about it, eh?" Mitchell nodded, and Anders smirked "We're going to Paris, tomorrow. We're such a disgusting, horrible, pathetic, sappy cliché!"

Mitchell laughed and wrapped his arms around Anders' neck "I think we deserve to be a fucking cliché, after all we've gone through."

Anders nodded "True that," he kissed Mitchell's lips again and sighed "with you I'd do so many things that have never even crossed my mind before, things I'd never would have wanted to do with anyone else."

Mitchell looked up at Anders with such a huge grin that the god was surprised his face didn't split in two "Well you've asked me to move in with you, to be your boyfriend, you told me you love me, we're going to Paris... Don't tell me you're ready to get married and have a baby!"

Anders' eyes widened and his cheeks flushed red, instead of paling "Fuck off, I've never said that! Don't put words in my mouth!"

Mitchell's grin turned devious as he cocked a brow "Well, by the way you put it..." he shrugged a shoulder.

Anders looked away "Don't put me on a leash," he muttered.

Mitchell raised his hands defensively "Hey, I didn't say anything! You're doing everything by yourself!"

Anders squeezed his eyes shut and groaned in frustration "Okay! Yes! Maybe I am! But not anytime soon!"

Mitchell bit back a victorious grin and nodded, trying to appear casual and uninterested "Okay, cool."

Anders looked at him furious "Cool? That's all you have to say?"

Mitchell couldn't help but laugh really hard at that reaction "Jesus Christ, Anders! Calm down!" he grabbed his face and kissed the air out of his lungs, pulling back only to whisper "I'd love to be your husband and have a kid with you, when the time comes."

Anders blushed even harder, but mixed with the embarrassment there was something else "The thought of marriage and children would have normally made me impotent, but right now I have the biggest boner I could ever get!" he groaned against Mitchell's lips.

"Holy fuck!" the vampire laughed and shook his head "I can feel that!" Mitchell said as he briefly glanced down at Anders' bulge pressing against his lower stomach.

"It's just... The way you said that, I'm still scared of those things, I wouldn't really get hard over–" Anders rambled until he felt Mitchell's hand palming at his crotch "Fuck..." he breathed out.

"Stop talking about that, I already know exactly what you mean," Mitchell smirked as he slowly rubbed Anders' clothed bulge.

"You so turned me into a proper wuss," Anders moaned as he rested his brow against Mitchell's.

"Are you ever gonna accept that it's okay to show me your soft side?" Mitchell's hand sneaked past the waistband of Anders' sweatpants, wrapping his fingers around the blond's erection.

"The only soft side I'll ever eagerly show you it's my arse," Anders chuckled as his hips rocked into Mitchell's hand.

"You wanker," Mitchell smirked as he began to pump his fist inside Anders' boxers.

Anders tipped his head back with a soft groan "Said the guy with my dick in his hand." Mitchell chuckled before running his tongue over Anders' throat, and the blond couldn't help but growl out softly "Bite me again."

Mitchell didn't really get what he meant at first, so he just innocently nipped at the soft flesh of Anders' neck, taking his time to suck a mark on it as his hand kept working steadily between the god's legs.

"No, really bite me! Drink my blood," Anders groaned in annoyance as he kept bucking into Mitchell's fist.

The vampire stopped and reared back to look at Anders' in the eye "Why would you ask that?" he didn't know if he was more angry, hurt or disappointed by that request, yet he could hear a feeble voice in the back of his head telling him how erotic it would have been.

Anders whined at the lack of friction and let his eyes roll into the back of his skull "Because nothing bad happened, last night! And it was actually–" he smirked crookedly at the vampire "Pretty damn hot."

Mitchell clenched his jaw "It's not funny, Anders. It's dangerous and it's the thing I'm trying to stop doing! Don't encourage my problem like this!"

It was like Anders lucidity had come back to him all of a sudden, like he was suddenly splashed with freezing cold water. He perked up and blinked a few times before shaking his head "You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that."

Mitchell ran his tongue between his lips and looked down at his hand buried into Anders' pants "It... Would be hot, though," then he focused back on Anders' eyes "but fucking dangerous. The last thing I want is lust over your blood and end up killing you in the heat of the moment!"

Anders bit his lower lip and placed both hands on Mitchell's shoulders, bracing himself as he started to fuck the vampire's hand with the most devious expression he could pull. "I want you to lust over my entire being," he purred as his hooded eyes bore into Mitchell's.

Mitchell groaned and tightened his fingers around Anders' cock, feeling his precome oozing over the back of his hand. "Not your blood, Anders, please," he shook his head "please don't ask this."

Anders ducked his head to lick the salt off Mitchell's neck, then whispered into Mitchell's ear "How about... I offer you my blood once a month, to soothe your withdrawals and have amazingly hot, bloodplay sex?"

Mitchell gulped and shivered at the contact, his eyes fell shut but he couldn't help the words abandoning his mouth "That sounds like you'd offer me your period blood."

Anders' hips stilled and he reared back to look at Mitchell dead in the eye. They stared at each other in silence for no more than six seconds, though it actually felt like a lifetime, and when the seventh second struck they simultaneously started laughing so hard that they actually had to hold onto each other not to fall off the couch.

"Y-you're a f-fucking arsehole!" Anders wheezed with his forehead pressed against the back of the couch.

"I-I'm not the one who said that I wanted to give you my blood once a month!" Mitchell barked out as his free hand was resting onto his contracting abdomen, before he finally pulled the other one out of Anders' sweatpants.

After a while, when their laughter had finally simmered down to giggling, Anders was pressed flush against Mitchell with his cheek resting on his shoulder, the thought of sex had left his mind but his smile was still plastered on his lips. Mitchell was still smiling, too, while his clean hand was drawing nonsense on Anders' back, he sucked in a content breath and placed a soft kiss to Anders' hair.

"You're all warm, like a sleepy puppy," the vampire spoke softly and Anders could hear the smile in his voice "let's go to bed."

Anders groaned "I don't wanna move, I'm comfortable like this." he whined as he felt himself definitely starting to drift off.

"Then I'll just carry you to bed," Mitchell shrugged a shoulder, expecting Anders' man pride to throw an insult and a witty remark at him, but none of that happened.

"Knock yourself out," Anders mumbled as he let his eyes fall shut.

Mitchell raised an eyebrow "Seriously? You're just gonna let me carry you to bed?" Anders hummed in response as he nuzzled the crook of Mitchell's neck and shoulder.

"You big baby," Mitchell teased as he kissed the top of Anders head, then shifted and maneuvered him until he was able to stand up and carry his boyfriend to the bedroom. Anders was doing a poor job at holding back his laughter the whole time, and Mitchell could feel his shoulders quiver and hear the muffled noises he made, so when they reached the bed Mitchell dropped him none too gently on the mattress on purpose.

"Ugh, you're an arsehole!" Anders whined as he glared up at his boyfriend "And stop smirking!"

"You wanna have a baby with me!" Mitchell singsonged as he shuffled out of his track pants.

Anders groaned and covered his face with both hands "We can barely look after ourselves, how could we look after a needy, screaming, pooping monster?"

Mitchell pursed his lips and tilted his head because his boyfriend definitely had a point, still he sneaked under the covers and watched as Anders did the same. "Believe me, I wouldn't want one right now either, I still wanna enjoy a lot of time with you, just the two of us."

Anders rolled on his side to face Mitchell with a relieved sigh "For a moment there I thought you had suddenly grown ovaries and were begging to be fertilized."

Mitchell raised his eyebrows "That's kinda sexist."

Anders grimaced "Yeah, you're right... Well I just thought that you had turned into one of those people obsessing over having a kid as soon as possible."

Mitchell sniggered and cupped Anders chin "Babe, I've been around for nearly 120 years, now. Kids were things I thought about when I was a teenager, and war and Herrick still hadn't ruined life for me." he placed a soft kiss to Anders lips and added "I can wait, believe me. I'm only starting to live, now." then he shrugged a shoulder "Plus I'm a vampire, not really father material."

Anders listened to him while slowly and absentmindedly running his fingers through Mitchell's curls, he pursed his lips as he tried to imagine a really young Mitchell still cheerful and carefree, and the thought simultaneously broke and warmed his heart. "I will play my part in this, I'll make sure we'll be alright too," he nodded as he tucked a strand of wavy hair behind Mitchell's ear "you perfectly know how much you mean to me, and fuck... Just look at me!" he raised his eyebrows "Do I look like a dad to you?"

Mitchell couldn't keep a bitter smile from tugging at his lips "You can be my daddy if you want?"

Anders snorted with a crooked smirk "You dick."

Mitchell pressed a hard kiss to Anders' lips, then thumbed at his cheek "We still got a huge way to go, I might never be trusted around kids but," he broke into one of his huge, trademark grins "it's very nice that you actually take certain things into consideration. It means a lot."

Anders rolled his eyes "Yeah, great. Splendid. Now drop the pants, so I can fuck your brains out."

Mitchell groaned at the mood killing "Jesus, Anders!" he was about to flip on his other side, but Anders was quicker and slid on top of him, pinning his arms over his head "You're an arse," Mitchell grumbled as he glared up at him.

Anders raised his eyebrows "Yet you still love me. Funny, eh?"

Mitchell sighed "Unfortunately," he shrugged a shoulder.

"That's actually rude," Anders tilted his head and as he watched the shit eating grin spread on Mitchell's lips he leaned in to kiss it away nice and slow, taking his sweet time to savor every inch of Mitchell's mouth.

"You're the rudest," Mitchell sighed against Anders' lips before pecking at them one last time "We should really sleep, it's gonna be a long, long day tomorrow."

Anders rolled off of Mitchell, but rested his head on his shoulder and slung a leg over the vampire's "Guess I'll fuck you in Paris, then."

Mitchell bit his lower lip "Well... It's gonna take like a year to get there, we could always relieve some stress on the plane," he smirked and squeezed Anders' arm "you know, stretch our legs, take a walk..."

Anders licks his lips "Are you actually suggesting we shag on the plane?" Mitchell pursed his lips and shrugged, causing Anders to growl and bury his face against his neck "This is why I'm gonna marry you!"

"What a twat!" Mitchell laughed as he wrapped his arms around Anders and pressed his lips hard to his forehead. They kept chuckling and kissing lazily until they both drifted off to sleep in the blissful and serene atmosphere that had abandoned them months ago.

The morning after Anders was so quick to switch off the alarm on his phone that he thought he could have accidentally flung it across the room, but luckily it didn't happen, and when he looked over to the vampire lying beside him he was glad to see that he was still asleep. Anders slid underneath the covers and woke Mitchell up in his trademark way, with a slow, sleepy blow job that had the vampire groan awake, flustered but definitely pleased as he spilled his release all too soon inside Anders' mouth.

"S-stake to the heart m-my arse... You'll kill me with that mouth of yours, one day or another." Mitchell cried as he watched Anders get up from the bed and loose his clothes "What are you–?" Mitchell furrowed his brows as he watched the god walk out of the bedroom.

"I need a shower," Anders turned around to smirk at him "care to join me?" Mitchell's reaction was very vampiric-fast, but the way in which he got tangled into the sheets and tumbled awfully to the floor had Anders bent in a half in hysterics as he held onto the doorjamb for dear life.

"You wanker, stop laughing!" Mitchell growled as he rubbed the side of his head and his knee, but of course Anders didn't stop until Mitchell eventually stood up and pushed him into the bathroom.

Useless to say that in the shower Mitchell returned Anders the favor in the form of two fingers shoved so deep inside the blond that Mitchell's lips around his cock didn't even have to work that thoroughly, since Anders came so violently that Mitchell had to steady him with his free hand or else he would have collapsed onto the shower tray. Of course there had been a reason for Anders to tell Dawn to come in late for work, morning sex after two months apart from each other was mandatory.

It had definitely been a surprise for Dawn and Ty to walk into JPR to find Anders lying on the couch with his head in Mitchell's lap.

"Mitchell?" Ty scowled, stopping a few feet away from the couch.

Mitchell broke into a brilliant grin "Hey guys!"

"Oh God, you're back together!" Dawn nearly collapsed against Ty's side "I couldn't stand my zombie boss anymore!"

Mitchell laughed throwing his head back, while Anders sat up "That's harsh! I wasn't a zombie!"

Ty arched a brow "He's right, he was just the biggest drunk, rude arsehole on the planet."

Dawn nodded at her boyfriend's words "That's true, he was horrible this past couple of months."

"Oi! Don't forget that I could fire you!" Anders threatened with creased brows. A moment of silence followed, then the others bursted out laughing really hard at his words.

"You couldn't survive a week without Dawn!" Ty shook his head as he wrapped an arm around Dawn's shoulders.

"A week? He couldn't survive a day!" Dawn corrected him as they all kept laughing.

"Alright, shut up now! I will not take this any longer!" Anders groaned as Mitchell pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Don't be pissed off, it's the truth," Mitchell shrugged with a smile.

"You're my boyfriend, you're supposed to back me up!" Anders cried as he stood up from the couch to walk between Dawn and Ty and his desk, resting back against it.

"Don't be dramatic, Anders!" Dawn sighed as she folded her arms across her chest "So, why did you ask me to bring Ty along?"

Anders, still sulking, just glared over at her "You gotta take over the company for a month," he shrugged a shoulder "more or less."

Dawn widened her eyes "What? No, there's no way you're doing this again. You already did it when you went to Norway, you can't leave me again!" she cried as she freed herself from Ty's arm "And I will not have anyone else bossing me around like Agnetha did!"

Anders scoffed and rolled his eyes "There will be no Agnetha, not anyone else! It'll be just you, you know exactly what to do 'cause, let's face it – You're the Pepper Potts to my Tony Stark!"

Dawn blinked, completely puzzled "What?"

"That doesn't sound right," Ty deadpanned as he glared at his brother.

"Um, hello? I got my very own hot boyfriend over there," Anders jerked his thumb in Mitchell's direction "I just meant that you're my assistant, and you're just as good as I am at this job!"

Dawn let out a sarcastic huff of air "Minus the Bragi thing."

"Power, not thing," Anders grimaced "but anyway, all you need to do is just do the usual stuff with our clients and then set me up with a phone call or something when there's a potential client and I'll work my magic in the blink of an eye."

Mitchell smirked "Yeah, and don't forget to mention that they'll have to call to Paris, so you know... Costs and time zones," he shrugged.

"You're going to Paris?" Dawn asked in a proper shocked tone.

Anders shrugged "So?"

Dawn couldn't help but press her palm against Anders' forehead "Are you ill?" Ty and Mitchell couldn't hold back the sniggers, but Dawn kept going "I seriously can't–" she turned to Mitchell "How did you do that?"

The vampire shrugged "Glamoured him with my Dracula thing?"

"You're a bunch of dicks," Anders grumbled as he moved Dawn's hand away from his forehead "and yes, we need a break from all the shit we went through, so we go to fucking Paris. Whether you like it or not." Mitchell grinned proudly at his boyfriend's words.

"So I'm supposed to deliver the news to the rest of the family or... We're having a reunion or something?" Ty asked, a thick brow raising quizzically.

"You'll be the messenger, Tyrone. Hopefully they won't kill you." Anders smirked.

"We're leaving tonight," Mitchell shrugged a shoulder "sorry about the short notice, but it happened all very fast."

Ty ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated "I'm sure they won't like this."

Anders scoffed "I don't know if you noticed, Ty, but I'm not exactly a rockstar amongst the rest of the Johnsons," he cocked his head "pretty sure they'll do just fine without me."

Had the situation been different, both Ty and Dawn would have joked about it, but they had seen the terrible time Anders had gone through and they couldn't really blame him and Mitchell for wanting some peace and quiet.

"Thank you for choosing to tell us," Ty nodded.

"Only 'cause you're my assistant's boyfriend," Anders shrugged a shoulder "she just needed to know that she'll be the boss for a while," he explained, failing to bite back a grin.

"What an arsehole," Ty grunted as he turned to kiss Dawn and leave.

"No, no, no! Where do you think you're going?" Anders frowned as he called him out.

Mitchell had got up himself to stand beside Anders with his arms crossed on his chest "Ty! I know you probably think I'm a shit friend... But I still love you."

Dawn smiled softly and bit her lower lip as she let out a small 'aww', whereas Anders turned to glare daggers at Mitchell who just shrugged. Ty was Mitchell's friend and had been there for him during some pretty awful times, while Mitchell always seemed to just disappear.

Ty stopped, rooted to the spot as he sucked in a breath and turned to look at Mitchell "You better bring me back something nice from Paris, or I'll freeze your arse."

Mitchell and Anders laughed at that and Anders waved his hand "Don't worry, we'll get you something nice from Pigalle."

Dawn blushed violently and clenched her fists "Don't you dare!" she snarled, making the couple laugh again.

"Come on, we all got stuff to do now. Those clothes won't pack themselves," Anders nudged Mitchell, and they both walked past Ty to get to the door.

"Shall I... Sit in your chair?" Dawn asked as she tentatively took a seat behind Anders' desk, knowing just how much it irritated him.

Anders felt his left eyebrow twitch as he turned around, squinting at Dawn sitting in his chair "That's fine," he shrugged a shoulder "my boyfriend fucked yours once!"

Dawn froze, while Ty nearly launched himself at his brother and Mitchell had to take Anders out of the way and quickly push him out of the office and slam the door behind them.

"What a prick! Why did you do that?" Mitchell cried as he followed a snickering Anders out of the building.

"She provoked me first! It was only natural to reply to that," Anders shrugged as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"She's gonna hate me now," Mitchell whined, hanging his head.

"She'll get over it," Anders bumped shoulders with him "you should be more worried that I could hate you."

Mitchell arched a brow and suddenly stopped "Why did you have to bring this up?"

Anders sighed and grabbed Mitchell by the wrist "Hey," he looked up at him with knitted brows "it's fine, we're fine. You know how I am! I just felt the need to piss her off!"

Mitchell rolled his eyes "Of course you did. That was definitely necessary."

Anders threw his head back as he groaned in frustration "Can we just think about us going to Paris and have a great time together, huh?"

Mitchell pursed his lips and nodded "'Kay..."

"Good, now let's go," Anders pushed the front door of the building open and walked up to the SUV with Mitchell.

Later that night, Mitchell and Anders had been watching Serendipity on the plane for twenty minutes when Anders yanked his earbuds out of his ears with a growl.

"Fuck this movie, I'll never get a boner again if I keep watching it!"

Mitchell took out his earbuds too with a smirk "Think I'd allow you to become impotent just like that?" then he leaned in to whisper in Anders' ear "You wanna go, try one of the toilets?"

Anders felt himself stir in pants at these mere words, the swallowed thickly and turned his head to whisper against Mitchell's lips "God, yes." he cut the distance between them, kissing Mitchell hot and slow, lust quickly pooling down in his lower stomach.

Mitchell pulled back with a lazy grin and stood up to retrieve the small bottle lube from his hand luggage, pushing it inside his pocket while everyone was too busy to even notice "I'll wait for you," he winked as he strutted down the plane to reach the toilet.

Anders bit his lower lip as he stared at those glorious legs and butt of his clad in a pair of tight black jeans "I'm so marrying the fuck out of him, someday," he grinned to himself as he saw Mitchell stepping into the lavatory, and on the count of twenty he stood up to join him.


The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

The End.