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Jack woke to the feeling of his entire body being sore. He slowly sat up with a groan, taking in the fact that he had been sleeping on the floor in his own furry mess. He gently shook the vampire's shoulder to wake him. "Pitch?"

Pitch only grumbled and tightened his grip on Jack's waist, pulling him closer. "More sleep."

"I want more too." He stroked a hand through dark hair. "I'm just wondering why we're on the floor."

"You fucked me for a second time, turned back and passed out."

"And I dragged you to the floor?"

"Don't flatter yourself," Pitch chuckled. "I came down here myself."

"Why didn't you just take me to the bed?" Jack used the bed to help him stand up.

"Because you passed out after thoroughly fucking me, and you had thoroughly fucked me not long before. I was tired." Pitch looked up at him. "Don't make me whine. I will."

"Awwww. But you know how I like your whining," he teased. Jack held his hand out to help Pitch stand.

Pitch took the offered hand and slowly stood. "I know you do. The one time I tried it, you threw me to the ground and had your way with me."

"Did you learn your lesson?" Jack crawled onto the bed and pulled Pitch with him.

Pitch shrugged and flopped down beside him. "Not my fault you're a brat who responds to my whining."

"I'm not a brat. I'm a wolf with instincts now."

"And what do your instincts tell you to do when I whine?"

"To take care of mate."

Pitch smiled and whined. "Now take care of me."

Jack chuckled and crawled on top of his lover. He licked every inch of his skin, cleaning off the blood, sweat, and cum from the night before.

Pitch hummed. "We should call Ana and Nick later. Apologize for being horny and rude."

"We can call them later."

"Yes, later."

"Just sit still and let me clean you, my love."

"Yes, mon amour." Pitch stretched out with a pleased hum, letting Jack lick him clean.

Jack sat back with a satisfied smile when he finished. He crawled on top of Pitch and rested his head on his chest. "I'm sorry if I was too rough with you last night."

"You weren't too bad. You used your tongue, and I brought lube, so it was a lot better."

"I wasn't expecting it at all."

"I know. I could tell when I practically begged for it."

"Practically? You were begging for it hardcore."

"And you couldn't get it in me fast enough."

"I didn't expect everything would feel so good when I was a wolf. And you seemed to take everything in stride despite me being completely mortified."

"I wanted you." Pitch smiled and ran his fingertips up and down Jack's back. "I wanted you so badly I could taste it. You don't have time for mortification when you're that horny."

"You do when your dick literally gets stuck inside someone's ass," he laughed.

"Yeah, probably should have mentioned that but there's never a good time to mention a wolf gets a knot at the base of their cock that keeps them locked together when they cum. Especially since I wasn't anticipating getting fucked by a giant wolf until you were over me."

"Yeah. That would have been a nice fact to know ahead of time. Also how much bigger my damn cock would be in that form. I could have hurt you so badly."

Pitch hummed. "It was glorious." Jack quietly buried his face in the man's neck and relaxed on top of him. "Did you like it? What we did last night?"

"Mhmm." He nodded. "It felt amazing."

"Was I good? Did I do it right?"

"You were perfect." Jack pressed a soft kiss to his neck. "My wolf couldn't have hoped for a better mate to give his virginity to."

Pitch purred and pulled Jack close. "I'm glad. I've obviously never presented for a wolf before, and I wanted to do it right for you."

"And you'd only been with human me one time before that. You get a perfect score, my love. Top of the class."

Pitch smiled in satisfaction. "So you won't need anyone else. Especially not another wolf."

"No one could ever hope to compare to you."

"Because I'd really hate to have to fight someone for you. It wouldn't be fair."

"It wouldn't be fair at all. You would beat anyone who came along."

"Damn right. No one is standing between you and I. I won't allow it."

"No one will stand between us. I have no desire at all to find another boyfriend."

"Or girlfriend," Pitch growled, slapping Jack's butt.

"Or girlfriend." Jack rolled his eyes. "No vagina could hope to stand up against your perfect ass anyway."

"You flatter me, mon amour."

"A body and soul like yours deserves to be flattered."

"By you, and only you."

"Of course. That was a given. Nobody else better be flattering you."

"And if they try, I'll tell you and you can kick their butt and then fuck my butt."

"Sounds like a plan."

"And if anyone flirts with you, I'll kick their butt and then do naughty things to yours."

"I like the sound of this deal."

"Me too," Pitch hummed. "Now all we have to do is seal it with a kiss."

Jack leaned up to press their lips together. "Consider it sealed."

Pitch buried his fingers in Jack's hair and pulled him back in for another kiss. "I'm hungry and everything from my waist down feels like I got steamrolled."

"Sorry." Jack pulled away with a soft moan. "Do you want me to make you some mac 'n' cheese?"

Pitch smiled and licked Jack's neck. "That sounds good."

"You can sleep a bit more if you'd like. I can wake you when it's done."

"Mmm, I might. I am pretty tired."

"Then sleep, my love." Jack reached up to kiss his forehead. "I'll be back soon." Pitch nodded and snuggled down into the bed. Jack carefully crawled out, threw on some clothes, and headed for the kitchen. He whipped up a pot of boxed mac 'n' cheese and even threw in a few hot dog octopi for nostalgia's sake. Jack carried two big bowls of food back to the room and set them on the bedside table so he could kiss his lover awake.

Pitch sighed and rolled over, smiling up at him. "Took you long enough. I missed you."

"I had to make sure everything turned out good. Nothing short of perfection is good enough for my mate." He smiled and kissed him softly.

The vampire wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and pulled him down on top of him, kissing him passionately. "J'adore, mon amour."

Jack let their lips mesh for a minute before pulling away enough to look at him. "I thought you were hungry."

"I am," Pitch hummed. "But I'll wait and eat the delicious food you've made me."

"Ah. You're hungry in that way." He nibbled on Pitch's bottom lip. "We can save the food for later if you'd like."

"The food's warm now." Pitch smiled. "I don't want all your hard work to go to waste."

"We can reheat it later."

"Are you saying you'd like to reheat it?"

"I'm saying I wouldn't be opposed."

Pitch bit his lip. "You spoil me," he purred before pulling Jack's neck to his lips and sinking his fangs into the pale flesh.

Jack moaned and hovered over him, his fingers gripping Pitch's shoulders tightly. "I would do anything for you." Pitch hummed, drinking deeply from Jack's neck. His hands slid down to cup Jack's ass and pull him closer. Jack's forehead fell to the bed by Pitch's shoulder with a gasp. He draped himself on top of his lover, his clothes the only barrier between them.

Pitch growled and pushed at Jack's clothes. "You got dressed?"

"I didn't think it's wise to cook while naked."

"Yes, but now you're dressed."

"You could remedy that."

"I might shred them."

"Clothes can be replaced."

Pitch slid his fingers to the collar of Jack's shirt. "Really?" Jack nodded and sucked on the vampires earlobe. Pitch tore the fabric in two and ripped it from Jack's body. He pulled Jack to him, his lips eagerly seeking out a pink nipple as his hands worked on pushing Jack's pants down off his hips.

The werewolf chuckled upon seeing the shreds of his shirt being tossed aside carelessly. He dug his fingers into the thick head of black hair and tugged lightly. Pitch purred against Jack's chest, nipping the hardening nub as he lifted Jack's hips and pushed his pants off his legs to the floor. Jack sighed happily and pressed his newly bared body against his lover's. "I thought you were hungry, love."

"I am. Very hungry."

"Don't seem like it to me."

Pitch looked up at Jack with eyes that were quickly turning black. "Well, we can't have that." With a growl, he flipped them over and pushed Jack's legs open, making room for him. With no further warning, he thrust all the way in at the same time his fangs plunged into Jack's chest over the nipple he had been teasing.

Jack threw his head back with a scream of both pain and pleasure. His heart started to race, only pumping blood faster to his lover's mouth.

Pitch buried his fingers in Jack's hair, gently tugging the strands as he drank. He didn't stay there long, not wanting to take too much too soon. He surged upwards and claimed Jack's mouth in a passionate kiss. "Mine. Mine."

"Fuck," he gasped against his mouth. "Yours. All yours!"

"Forever," Pitch growled against Jack's lips, biting his bottom lip. "I won't let anyone have you."

"Claim me, my love. Take what's yours," he moaned. Jack's ass felt like it was on fire in all the best ways. It would probably hurt like a bitch later, but it was so worth it right then.

Pitch growled again and tugged Jack's head to the side to expose his neck. "You're mine as much as I am yours," he whispered before biting down.

Jack moaned and pressed up against him. His hands scratched at his back desperately. Pitch groaned and pulled Jack closer, their bodies pressed together as they made love. "Pitch," Jack gasped, his voice straining to come out. "Oh, fuck." He felt a wetness dripping down between his legs, but it didn't bother him, only adding to the friction.

"I want you so bad," Pitch growled into Jack's ear. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone in my entire existence."

"Even more than Stefan?" he whispered.

Pitch growled deep in his chest and kissed Jack passionately. "I'd kill Stefan for you. Lay his body at your feet."

Jack groaned and bit the vampire's lip. "I would never ask that of you."

"Yes, you would, and you'd delight in it." Pitch moaned and ground himself between Jack's thighs. "Your wolf would howl in triumph."

"That part of me would. The human part would never want you to lose someone you love."

"I love you," Pitch growled. "Only you. What I felt for him never compared to this." A few tears escaped the corners of wide blue eyes. He yanked Pitch in for another kiss and wrapped his legs tightly around his waist. Pitch sat back on his heels and held Jack close as he thrust up into him. "I realize now that I never loved him. That wasn't love. This is love. You are love. You are my heart's true mate. You are mine."

"You're my heart's true mate too." Jack cupped the back of his neck and leaned in to kiss him with a slow intensity, muffling his moans against his favorite lips.

"I give him to you. I lay his memory at your feet," Pitch panted against Jack's lips. "I offer this tribute to you, mon cher wolf."

"I accept your tribute, my love." When their new position had Pitch ramming straight into his prostate, Jack had to bite his lip to hold back a scream. He bit it hard enough to break the skin, feeling a drop of blood trickling down his chin.

Pitch licked up the drop of blood and sucked Jack's lip into his mouth, eagerly tugging at the plump piece of flesh. One hand cupped the back of Jack's neck while the other slid down his body to wrap around his length and stroke it firmly. Jack's eyes fluttered shut in bliss as he came undone in Pitch's hand. When his orgasm left him feeling boneless and dizzy, Jack's arms wound tightly around his lover's neck to keep himself straight. Pitch held Jack close and thrust up into him a few more times before going still, his body shivering as he came deep inside. "Tell me you've never loved anyone like you love me."

"There has never been anyone like you in my life." He tiredly brushed their lips together. "I would not have been willing to become a vampire for anyone other than you."

"Even if they had been charming and sexy, with a huge dick and amazing sexual abilities?"

"Even then."

Pitch smiled. "I have never felt more love than I do in this moment. And it's all for you."

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, mon amour. So, so much."

Jack's grip started to slip for a moment, but he quickly latched back onto Pitch with a soft groan. "You weren't kidding when you said you were hungry."

Pitch held him tightly as he laid them back on the bed. "You're also very delicious, mon amour. One of my greatest pleasures is drinking from you as you take me inside you."

"It's pretty fun on my end too," he chuckled.

"Clearly," Pitch teased, kissing Jack's neck. "It's your favorite way to make love."

"There has yet to be another way that's topped it for me."

"I'm satisfied if you are."

"Extremely satisfied."

"I'm glad." Pitch brushed a lock of white hair away from Jack's eyes. "I want to please you, mon cher wolf. I want to please you, mon amour, as you have pleased me."

"You don't need to prove yourself to me. You have always pleased me, and I have no doubt you always will."

"My beautiful boy. My darling pup."

Jack smiled and tiredly nuzzled into the hand by his face. "You might have to be the one feeding me now," he snickered.

Pitch smiled. "Will this involve offering my neck to you or reheating that delicious meal we had to put aside for the moment?"

"Meal, please. Your blood may taste delicious and do wonderful things to me, but it's not as nutritiously satisfying for me as it is for you."

Pitch chuckled. "I'll be back in a couple minutes, mon amour," he purred, giving Jack a soft kiss.

"I'll miss you every second."

"Good. I'll miss you too." Pitch gave him another kiss before getting up and taking their bowls into the kitchen. He smiled down at the hot dog octopi on his bowl as he poured it into a pot to warm the food up. When the food was once more warm, he poured them each a glass of water and carried it all on a tray back into the bedroom. "Your room service, sir."

Jack limped out of the bathroom with a smile. "Smells good. Must have been a master chef who made this food."

Pitch put the tray down and grabbed Jack's hips, looking at him with concern. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"Don't fret, my love." Jack kissed him softly. "It's nothing I didn't enjoy."

"But you're limping," Pitch whispered. He lifted Jack into his arms and carried him to the bed.

"You were limping and bleeding after taking a dick up the ass without preparation too." He slipped his arms around the man's neck with a smile. There were definitely times he enjoyed being pampered by his lover.

"I don't like making you bleed down there," Pitch grumbled. He pulled Jack a little closer as he sat down, settling Jack on his lap.

"I'll be fine." Jack kissed his cheek soothingly. "One of the joys of being a werewolf now is accelerated healing remember?"

"Mmm." Pitch kissed Jack's cheek and pulled the tray closer to them. "Your food, mon amour."

"Thank you. Damn. Aren't those octopi just so damn cute?" He forked one and held it out for Pitch with a grin.

"I think you're the cute one," Pitch chuckled, biting the hot dog off the fork and chewing.

"We can both be cute."

"Then you're cuter."

"Thank you. And thank you for reheating the food for me." He took a big bite of macaroni.

"Of course, mon amour. I owe you after the delicious meal you gave me." Pitch smiled and kissed Jack's neck. "5 stars."

"Only the best for you."

"Which is why I would do anything for you."

"I thought you would do anything because you love me. Not because I'm cute."

"I'd do anything for you because you're cute and I love you."

"Awwwww. Now, eat your sausage. Don't you know it's an important part of a healthy diet?" Jack winked at him and took another bite.

"You would know," Pitch hummed. He took a bite from his own bowl.

"I do like my sausage." He grinned.

"I'd say you're practically obsessed."

"You could just say it's my favorite food."

Pitch chuckled. "I'll have to feed it to you more often then."

"Sounds delicious." Jack popped another octopus in his mouth.

"Your blood for my...sausage," Pitch purred but broke down into laughter, dropping his head onto Jack's shoulder. "That sounds stupid."

"But you still said it!" Jack snickered.

"Shut up!" Pitch laughed.

Jack leaned over to kiss him. "Don't worry. I don't think any less of you for it," he teased.

"I hope not, or you won't get anymore sausage," Pitch teased but then groaned. "Stupid."

"I think it's cute." He kissed Pitch again with a laugh.

"You're just saying that because you're helplessly in love with me." Pitch nuzzled Jack's nose.

"I am. Doesn't mean it's anything less meaningful."

Pitch met Jack's gaze and held it. "Forgive me," he whispered.

"You're always forgiven. You don't even need to ask."

"I mean, forgive me for Stefan. I was a fool to ever mistake that for love and to ever even dare compare him to you."

"I can't fault you for it. We feel how we feel. It's not like you knew that someday we would meet and have what we have."

"I know. But you're nothing like him, and what we have is nothing like what I had with him. I was able to move on from him, but I'm afraid I'm helplessly addicted to you."

"It's okay. I forgive you." Jack set aside his bowl so he could cup the man's cheek. "There's no way you could have known, and you're with me now. That's all that matters."

"Jack," Pitch sighed, pulling him close. "Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me."

"I won't. You're stuck with me forever."

"Promise?"

"I swear."

"Even if you meet someone way better than me?"

"That could never happen."

"But if you do?"

"I won't."

"Good." Pitch nuzzled against Jack's neck. "Because I'd be lost without you."

"Silly man." Jack kissed the top of his head. "Thinking I could ever choose someone over you."

"Someone might have a better sausage than me," Pitch mumbled against Jack's skin.

"Your sausage was made exactly to my tastes. I wouldn't prefer any other over it," he chuckled softly into his hair.

"J'adore, mon amour."

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