"So I need to pack a few things since I'm sure the insurance people will take their time to-oh my God!" Roxanne, who had been leading Megamind through her apartment suddenly gasped as she looked at him.

"What, what is it?" he asked,

"You're bleeding!" Roxanne reached out and touched his injured shoulder and side where she could see blood staining through the black leather. How had she not seen that before? Had they been that wrapped up in talking outside for either of them to notice his blood seeping in his clothing?

"I am?" he asked at first then flinched when he felt her hands on his injured person. "Ah! Oh, uh. I guess I am..." Megamind reached down and touched his side and looked at the deep red blood that smeared on his fingers.

"Can't you feel it?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm kind of used to pain. To quote a meathead, I ain't got time to bleed." but then he flinched again, killing the image. "Okay ow. That does hurt."

"Come on." Roxanne took hold of his wrist and tugged him to his feet and lead him through to her bathroom. "You need to have those wounds cleaned and bandaged."

"It's no big deal, really..." Megamind said.

"Oh stop being so macho." Roxanne snapped.

He stared at her, eyes wide. "Nobody has ever called me that before."

"First time for everything. Okay, let's do this." Roxanne moved behind him and helped ease him out of his black leather jacket and she held it up to inspect the damage. The vampire had ripped some holes in the leather on the left shoulder and chest area.

"Aw man. I'm going to have to fix that..." Megamind muttered when he looked at the clothing. Roxanne looked at him, then at the jacket again. If she looked closely she saw there was stitching all over the jacket, some pieces had been completely torn away to be only stitched back into place.

"How long have you had this jacket?" she asked as she set it down carefully, now knowing how important it was to him.

"Since I turned sixteen. Sad thing is I haven't had to take it out or anything." he said with a shrug as she turned back to investigate the shirt he was wearing. It had ripped parts too, and beneath the black of the sheer material she could see rich blue skin where there wasn't any blood.

"Right... okay." Roxanne suddenly reached down and tugged the shirt up and out of his pants and began to pull it up.

Megamind yelped and jumped back, lifting both of his arms as if he was suddenly Bruce Lee.

"What?" she asked.

"...I can take my shirt off." he said stiffly.

"I don't think so, that injury to your shoulder and arm might make moving it above your head difficult." Roxanne pointed out.

"It would not." Megamind frowned.

"Go on then." she folded her arms across her chest smugly and watched him.

He stared at her, before he begun to try and lift the shirt up and over his head. Unfortunately, Roxanne was right. He hissed and pulled all kinds of faces in pain before sighing and stood there, stomach exposed, and allowed his arms to fall slowly back to his sides. "All right, all right..."

But Roxanne said nothing. Instead she was staring at his stomach, a mildly surprised look on her face. While she hadn't expected him to be too fit, what she hadn't thought she'd see was a very lean stomach that had just the start of a six pack. Of course he had to be lean, and fit, in order to fight vampires. Why hadn't that ever occurred to her?

"Roxanne?" Megamind's voice pulled her out of her brief stop by la-la land.

"Oh right. Sorry." she apologized and moved forward and gingerly helped him out of his shirt. She moved behind him to help tug it off and smiled faintly. He had buttons at the back of his shirts neck in order to open, and allow easy removal of his shirt because of his large head. Unbuttoning them she finally eased the shirt off and placed it with his jacket.

Megamind's back was like a history of scars and bruises. There were obvious claw marks, long since healed but left their wounds against his taunt, lean shoulder blades. Down his back, from tonight, a fresh purple and black bruise was growing because of his crashing into her coffee table. Roxanne wanted to reach out and just touch the blue man's back, to feel the warmth and strength radiating beneath the scars but knew this wasn't the time at all.

So she moved around to the medicine cabinet and pulled out her first aid kit.

Turning back she stared at the shirtless man standing in her bathroom, who was applying some pressure to the scratches to his shoulder blade. While he did come off as incredibly skinny, especially in that big black leather jacket he wore, when you got right down to it, he was fit. He had muscle mass where it counted, his arms, his pecks and of course that stomach of his. She wondered what his legs looked like when he wasn't wearing those black pants of his, but had to shake her mind free of where it was going.

She had a job to do.

"Do you have a favorite type of disinfectant?" she asked as she opened the kit.

"Should I?" Megamind asked.

"No I guess not." she got out a small bottle and some cotton balls. Soaking them in the ointment she returned to him. "Lower your hands." Roxanne instructed. "This might sting a bit." carefully she dabbed the wounds and she saw his whole body quiver momentarily, but he didn't yelp, nor complain. He's used to this isn't he? Just how badly injured has he been before? she wondered as she cleaned the wound on his shoulder first, before changing the cotton wool in order to clean his side.

Megamind stood there, barely moving. Sure, the stuff stung, but that meant it worked. The last thing he wanted was getting an infection from a vampire's scratch, even if such a thing hadn't happened in all his years of vampire slaying. Maybe he was just lucky or... for a long time he wondered if his blood was similar to humans, or something else entirely. If he was bitten by a vampire, would he become one? Or would his powerful immune system attack the cells?

There were so many questions and not enough time to investigate.

"You know you're amazing, right?" Roxanne asked as she tossed the last cotton wool into the toilet.

"I am?" Megamind asked, surprised by such a statement.

"You do remember what just happened, right? A woman flew into my apartment, grabbed me, and you sliced her arm off. Roxanne said as she found some bandage to press against the injured parts of his body and some medical tape to hold it in place. "Her arm! She slams you into the ground and you stick your sword right through her as if she was made of air. That... that was amazing."

"That was my job." he said blankly. "It's not that amazing. Now you, coming in swinging with that bat was amazing." he countered.

"No. No it really wasn't." she replied sternly. "Stop arguing. You're amazing."

He flushed across his face, before falling silent. You never argue with women, you always loose. "If you say so..."

She smiled faintly, amused by how humble he was despite the work he was doing. He didn't do it for praise, he did it because it was the right thing to do. Megamind had never asked for any kind of thanks in return for saving her not only once, but twice now. She wondered what she could offer him that he'd actually accept. Mind whirring, she quickly finished bandaging him up and stood back to observe her handiwork, and to take in another look of his body.

"Very nice." she mumbled, stroking her lips with her fingers.

"What?" Megamind asked, since he had been observing himself in the mirror.

"Very nice bandage work, if I say so myself." Roxanne said, covering up her small slip up.

"Well I must say I'm impressed." he smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to look at her. "I've seen some top notch bandaging in my time, too. Not to toot my own horn but I do a mean leg splint."

"I'm sure!" she couldn't help but laugh. "All right, you need some help getting your shirt back on?" Roxanne asked since she saw him moving away to pick up his discarded pieces of clothing.

"Hm?" Megamind turned his head momentarily before looking back at his shirt. "Oh no I'm sure I can manage this time. Watch." and he tugged the shirt over his head and easily, but slowly and gently, eased his injured arm through the correct sleeve before dressing his right one. "There we go."

"Okay then... I best go pack."

When she had told Megamind she would be packing bag, he didn't think she meant so many of them. She had told him, repairs to her apartment would take a while, and the insurance would take even longer to fix it so she might as well make her stay at Megamind's longer than he had first anticipated. She had to pack her work clothes, work out gear, casual tear, night wear, not to mention her unmentionables and bathroom things as well.

"And that should be it." Roxanne said as she zipped her suitcase up.

Megamind, used to packing light, was astounded by how many bags she had filled in such a short amount of time. She had him sat on the corner of her bed, watching her quietly with his jacket draped around his shoulders.

"I guess we're ready. You're all bandaged, I'm packed... oh right. I need to change." Roxanne looked down at her dressing gown that was now stained with a little bit of blood in a few places.

At that statement Megamind was up, to his feet, and leaving the bedroom.

She was about to call out to him but realized it was best he at least leave to give her a moment to dress. Charming. she thought to herself as she quickly pulled on some jeans and a simple shirt and jacket since it was late, and dark out. She stacked her suitcase with its matching bags that were also full, pulled her shoes on, and pulled them out of the bedroom and paused only to shut the light off behind her.

~*~

"So, War huh?" Bernard asked as he pulled the blind of his apartments window down.

"War, at least that's what Megamind thinks." shrugged Wayne as he sat on the couch.

"Wait, so you're taking his word for it?" turning back to him Bernard returned to the couch and sat down besides him. "Seriously?"

"He said that a vampire told him that Father was still alive," Wayne explained as Bernard placed his hand on top of his. "And that there'd be more coming for us. The Family, and our friends. If I know my brother, he's going off after his new friend right now. Just like how I came out here for you."

"Roxanne?" Bernard asked, eyes gleaming slightly. "Really?"

"Oh yes. Roxanne." Wayne replied with a smirk.

Bernard withheld the desire to cackle with amusement, instead he leaned to the side and rested his head on Wayne's shoulder. "Cute. I guess. Though I have to wonder how she'll feel about being worried over. She's one of those women who take care of themselves."

"Really now? I'm sure he'll love that." Wayne chuckled. "He seems pretty smitten, the way he acts around her or when he talks about her."

"Does that a lot, does he?" Bernard arched an eyebrow.

"He does. But, there's more important matters at hand then talking about my brother and his crush on the news lady." Wayne lifted his arm up, Bernard shifted slightly, and Wayne settled his arm back down so it rested around Bernard's waist. "I know you're strong, but do you think you'll be alright living here alone?"

"I've lived here alone for many years now, you know that. I don't think they'd come after me, because I'm a werewolf. You know how they feel about my kind, they think we're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid animals. They don't see me as a threat." Bernard mumbled as he rested a hand gently against Wayne's stomach a moment before he caressed it slowly, "...you know for a guy who's a pacifist your body's naturally built for battle. I can feel your six pack from here."

"I know." he sighed. "I hate it."

"I don't." Bernard replied.

"Well, that's what matters." he smirked. "But honestly. You'll be all right?"

"If I need help I'll ask for it, thanks." Bernard confirmed, nodding his head once. "Unless you're really that worried?"

Wayne shrugged slightly as his thumb brushed against Bernard's hip as he stared ahead. "I'd hate to have something happen to you."

"So what are the options then, if I couldn't manage alone? Wrap me in bubble wrap?" he asked. "Bubble wrap makes me chaff. After popping it all, of course."

"Nothing like that. And I don't know... you could move to the manor?" Wayne offered.

"Moving in, after becoming a couple so quickly? My God. You're sweeping me off my feet already aren't you?" Bernard smirked.

Wayne blushed. "Well it's just that, it's safe there and your safe room is downstairs so it'll make going to it easier than usual and... well I'll be there and..." he trailed off and sighed. "You're right. I can't ask you to do that. This is your home. I can't take you away from here."

"Sure you can." Bernard said. "I hate it here."

"What?" Wayne blinked.

"I hate my apartment. It's small, cramp, and the place smells. I mean I can smell all the old people around me and their cat litter boxes that aren't being clean. I hate living here." the librarian rested his head against Wayne's chest now, shutting his eyes as the sound of the man's heart beating filled his ears. "So how about until this new threat passes, I'll stay at the manor."

"Thank you." Wayne kissed the top of Bernard's head. "That means a lot."

"You missed." Bernard said, tilting his head back to look up at him.

"Missed what?" asked Wayne.

"My mouth's here." he pointed, and smiled faintly when Wayne finally got it.

"Right, sorry." apologized Wayne before tilting Bernard's head up a little before kissing him softly. "I'll try not to miss in future."

"Good boy." Bernard purred before he pulled Wayne back down for a second kiss. Their kisses, thus far, had been fairly tame and innocent but no less enjoyable for him. But the two of them had been obviously waiting for a moment like this with each other for a long, long time, so he threw caution out the window and opened his mouth beneath Wayne's. He could hear Wayne's heart beat quicken at this, and when his other arm wrapped around him and returned the kiss with great vigor, Bernard could all but smell the hormones in the air.

Sometimes being a werewolf was a good thing.

The heated kiss came to an end, and Bernard shuddered afterwards but ended up scowling since his glasses had fogged up due to their hot breath. "Ugh..." he groaned, before giving a small laugh and pressed his lips to the corner of Wayne's mouth. "You'd think being a werewolf would fix my vision..."

"I like your glasses." Wayne pointed out as his hand ran up and down Bernard's back.

"Make me seem intelligent, hm?" Bernard asked.

"Hn, I wouldn't say that..." Wayne was kissing him again, and all concern over glasses and fogged glass was forgotten. Bernard couldn't help but utter a guttural moan as his nails dug into Wayne's upper back as he gripped at him, arching his tongue as his and Wayne's clashed for the second time that night. It was electrifying, far better than he had once thought it would be. They had both waited for this, and it did seem that good things did come to those who wait.

Bernard growled softly beneath Wayne's lips and pushed forward, causing Wayne to once more end up overpowered by the smaller, yet still equally strong, man. When Wayne opened his eyes he was on his back on the couch, and Bernard was sitting in his lap.

"Sorry," Bernard mumbled as he wiped his hand across his mouth, feeling how swollen his lips felt. "going too... too fast, am I?" he asked.

"Wouldn't say that." Wayne replied honestly. "This feels good..." his hands trailed down Bernard's back to grip lightly at his hips. "And from what I can see, you're feeling pretty good too."

"Well that's a given. Big, studly man who I find extremely attractive kissing me how can I not get excited?" Bernard asked before grinning almost wickedly, and pushed downwards slightly. He shuddered, same as Wayne did beneath him, and sighed heavily afterwards. "You are too, aren't you?"

"You know I am." smirked Wayne, lifting a hand to push it through Bernard's wild, untamed hair. "You're so bad." he grinned.

"Bad dog?" Bernard asked with a smirk.

"I wouldn't say that..." Wayne replied as he curled a particular long piece of hair around his index finger. "I wouldn't say that at all."

Bernard sighed before he lay down on top of Wayne, kissed his jaw once, before settling his head on his shoulder. "Good. I'd bite you if you said that."

Wayne chuckled, and lifted both of his hands slowly upwards until they vanished up and underneath Bernard's shirt. He felt the warmth of the other man, and how he shuddered beneath his touch. Maybe it was the threat of what could be coming for the two of them, or the fact that they would be sharing quarters in his home sooner or later, but whatever it was now fuelled a sudden rushing urge that had gripped at the two of them and was refusing to let them go.

Before the night was through, the neighbours who lived around the apartment of Mr. Bernard Dunning were making noise complaints to the super intendant...

To be continued