Title: Howling At Your Door

Author: Reno

Fandom: Lollipop Chainsaw

Setting: Swan's House

Pairing: Lewis Legend/Swan

Characters: Lewis Legend, Swan, Vikke

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 535

Type Of Work: Drabble, Gift for Ed-Love

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Obsession, Zombie/Human, Undead, Necrophilia (possibly), Pre-Slash, Unrequited Love, Swan has no idea Lewis likes him

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: Any time apart was unacceptable.

AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

Wow, so I've owed this fic to my Ed-love for like, four years. Here's one of a few, I hope that you enjoy it, lovey! At any rate, let's get to the fic!

Howling At Your Door

Anxiety was leaving Lewis' brain swimming, his grip on the couch nearly tearing the ugly thing apart.

Swan had been in the bathroom for what felt like eons. Lewis had decided, at first, that he would stay glued to the couch no matter how long it took. No, yeah, it was fine if Swan decided to skip out on their What We Do In The Shadows marathon, that would be totally cool. It wasn't like Lewis had set aside working on Elly, it wasn't like he'd spend the rest of his afterlife waiting on Swan. It wasn't like this was hurting him.

Who was he kidding? For all he knew, he'd end up with tears in his eyes. Fuck. He knew he had it bad, but he had never thought it was this bad. It was like Swan was the only thing waking up his sluggish, coagulated blood, setting it to boil every time he saw him.

With a snarl, despite himself, he rose from the couch, a loud rip of the fabric over the arm leaving him with a handful of stuffing and corduroy. Frowning at it, he tossed it to the side and stormed up the stairs as quietly as he could. One could say that he didn't like Swan being alone for safety reasons, but everyone seemed to see right through that excuse.

Even Vikke knew that he was ass over tea kettle for their master, and chuckled about it as he lumbered past, likely to go downstairs for something to eat. Lewis knew things had been too quiet. The bear of a man had probably been sleeping through Josey's drug-filled videogame marathon, and now he was starved. It took so much to keep him fed.

"Go easy." Was all he said, accent thick and voice a deep rumble, winking at Lewis before disappearing around the corner. Lewis had to try and bite down on the growl building in his throat, closing his eyes tight to get a hold of himself. It came out quietly regardless as he pressed his ear to the bathroom door to listen for anything; A breath, a heartbeat, a sob. Anything to tell him that Swan was there, that he was okay, or, worst-case scenario, that he needed his help.

Holding the breaths he didn't even need to take, Lewis closed his eyes, straining his ears. Nothing. For a second, he thought his undead heart skipped a beat, leaped into his throat, and plummeted to its second death in his feet. Nothing?! Why didn't he hear him?! Something was wrong, what if he'd passed out? What if Swan had just up and died in there? He swore to Rotten World he'd shoot himself to follow Swan there.

Without a second's hesitation, his hand flew to the faux gold knob and turned, just in time to hear Swan's bedroom door close behind him. A little gasp left the goth, and Lewis went dead still, eyes wide as he stared at the door as if it had offended him. His lips formed a soft smile of relief and he let himself relax a little bit.

"...Lewis?" Swan's voice was laced with confusion. Dead, yellow eyes turned to take in Swan's outfit; he'd washed off his makeup, removed his contacts, and changed from his usual suit into a pair of soft, black satin sleep pants and a large T-shirt. Lewis' large, white, oil-stained T-shirt, to be more precise. The one he'd been missing ever since he'd done his laundry. He wondered absently if it still smelled like him, the soap he'd used, or Swan. Even his hair had been let down, and Lewis found himself gulping softly.

Fuck, he was beautiful no matter what he did to himself.

"Uh, yeah, kitty cat?" Finally standing straight from his hunch, adjusting his stance, he offered what he hoped was a relaxed smile. If nothing else, he felt better now that Swan was in his line of sight. He wouldn't be leaving it again for the rest of the day if Lewis could help it. "So, that's where you've been."

"Yes? I figured I might as well change in case I fall asleep," One brow lifting, brown eyes wrought with confusion, Swan only tilted his head as Lewis swaggered over to him, lifting his hands, "You know that I usually do after eleven." Those hands cupped his cheeks, Lewis tilting Swan's head one way and then the other. He had to admit, Swan's lightly flushed cheeks and parted lips were eating away at his self-control.

"Missed you, kitty cat. That's all." He murmured, his voice smoke and darkness, pressing a kiss to the goth's forehead. With a swift movement, he had Swan scooped up into his arms bridal style. Not waiting for consent, though he chuckled at the little yelp Swan gave him, he started them back towards the stairs, and then the couch. He was going to swaddle Swan up in a blanket and hold him in his lap for the next millennia or five. That would show him that he couldn't take so long when Lewis was waiting on him.

Any time apart was unacceptable.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed it! I really have fun writing these little vignettes. They're so much fun to do, and I adore writing things for those I love! ; u; See you in the next one! Yes, Swan is oblivious to Lewis' crush on him.

Side Note: Yes, Lewis tries to do anything in his power to show it and Swan continues to be totally clueless. I love the dynamic, sorry.

Prompt: Obsession