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HypnoArt - the time difference is amazing! When you said it was morning for you it was about 2am for me lmao. I'll have to put the world clock on my phone so I know when's best to post for you! XD Clawd yes, the kids will see worse on TV they'll be fine lmao XD Thanks for your awesome review! Written-Anonymously and I love reading them.
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Slo-Mo smirked and shared a glance with Gillington, who shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat his breakfast for a moment. He could only have his head-tank off for a limited time so he wasn't going to waste it talking when there was food to be digested. Mrs. Wolf even went as far as to make delicious kale smoothies for the water friends over. She was so considerate!
Twyla coughed obviously. "They-have-it-bad." She cleared her throat after and smiled at Clawd, who's eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, what?" He asked her.
"Can't a ghoul cough around here?" She giggled but went back to her plate of food.
"So, did everyone tell their deepest darkest secrets to one another?" Scarlet asked, at some of the faces she laughed. "Ah, truth or dare's a good game. So many laughs, confessions, dares – so many options to torture each other with."
"I thought I heard some 'never-have-I-ever' goin' on too." Barkley added, "I gave them an hour and a half before I figured it would be time to wrap it up for the night." He finished the eggs on his plate first, since he disliked them the most. "I first kissed your mother in a game of '7 Minutes In Heaven'. Did y'all play that one?"
Clawdeen scrunched her face. "Eww, Clawdia was probably conceived there."
Barkley scoffed. "Damn, cut your old man some slack… I can have fun with your mama for longer than 7 minutes."
"He's right," Scarlet added. "about 10."
"Wow, now you be waking up with an attitude." He joked, smirking at his wife and best friend.
"You went to bed with one," she reminded him with a wink. "a.k.a – me."
Deuce pulled his hand away as Clawd's parents started asking questions about the previous night. Why did this make him nervous? It wasn't like they were asking him directly what happened.
"Mom, T-M-I!" Howleen shouted at her parents covering up her ears.
Clawd gave Deuce's knee a rub, as if to assure him everything would be alright, and grabbed a drink of water. "We didn't get around to that one, but we did play the first two. You should've heard Jackson's sales pitch on a bar of hotel soap."
Jackson chuckled. "Only clean balls get played with."
Everyone laughed at the mere mentioning of it.
Heath smirked, "Then Clawdeen was dared to eat 3 of my triple suicide wings… she downed her glass of wine, Lagoona's 'sex on the beach' and someone's beer-"
Jackson laughed, "Mine."
Clawdeen's face scrunched. "It was nasty but it was wet."
"That's what she said," Slo-Mo nudged Gillington.
"I could've let your ungrateful throat burn, now couldn't I?" Jackson asked her, sausage hanging off the end of his fork as he pointed in her direction with it, before eating it.
"Didn't really have a choice there Jackson, I think either way she would've taken the drink with or without your hand attached." Lagoona stated, remembering Clawdeen's face when the heat kicked in.
"Didn't she take like, 4 shots of Irish cream to cool her mouth down?" Frankie inquired.
Deuce began pushing his food around on the plate, his stomach starting to knot itself once more. His eyes shifted towards the wolf who seemed perfectly fine. That's when he felt unsettled and bolted from the table, hoping to at least make it to the bathroom once more.
"Clearly he can't hold his liquor." Howleen stated.
"You try drinking a whole 40 to yourself in one night." Clawdeen mumbled as she felt like doing the same thing.
Heath agreed. "Yes little ghoul, don't you talk up not handling liquor until you do some drinking of your own."
Howleen growled, she hated to be called 'little'.
"Stop it," Clawd warned her. "it's true. You can't make fun of someone for reacting a certain way to something, when you haven't tried that something and don't know if you're that great with it. Don't be an ass." he grabbed his finished plate along with Gillington's empty one and headed to the kitchen to put them in the sink. He figured he'd take a detour and see if Deuce was alright.
He made his way to the main floor bathroom and knocked on the door. "Babe- uh, Deuce, are you alright in there?" He tried for the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked. He opened the door and slid in, shutting it. There the gorgon was, hugging his best porcelain friend.
Luckily, vomit didn't really bother Clawd very much. He just felt bad that Deuce was feeling so lousy. Clawd on the other hand would probably feel it later, he still felt a bit tipsy.
"Go away Clawd," The gorgon said embraced. "you shouldn't see me like this." The gorgon couldn't lie, the tiled floor felt so good upon his skin.
"Fuck off," he told the other, Deuce's face shocked. "if I can't see you at your worst, which this isn't even bad by the way," he noted. "I don't deserve to see you at your best." He sat down in front of the bathtub/shower combination, leaning against it. He shifted and pat his lap, Deuce hesitantly snuggled into it. "Besides, it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than vomit to keep me away. I have 5 younger siblings, I've been vomited on, urinated on, pooped on, had candy put in my fur that I've had to cut out - kids are assholes."
Clawd felt a little better when Deuce softly chuckled. "I'm sorry Clawd, I'm not used to this." He stated taking the other's hand once more. "Thank you."
Clawd shrugged it off. "It's not a big deal, you get used to caring about others when you're around them enough. I hung out with Clawdia for 2 hours while she held up the bathroom, wine-drunk and eating ice cream, sitting in this tub, the shower running and all of her clothes on… she was a mess, her first real heartbreak."
Deuce didn't know much about Clawdia as she wasn't home very often but he knew that Clawd was close with her. Though it might have been assumed that he was close with all of his siblings… but Clawdia he was the closest to, hands and paws down.
"Poor ghoul. Isn't she with that actor dude now?" Deuce's inquired, remembering he heard it from someone. The gorgon shifted himself more on Clawd's lap. Something about the wolf seemed to calm him.
"Yeah, Maximilian Graves – he's awesome. A real down-to-earth guy. He's a good fit for her, he worships the ground she walks on." Clawd smiled, she deserved that after so many jerk boyfriends. "I'm really happy for her. They're engaged." He felt that everyone deserved to be worshiped in that way. To look at someone with more admiration in your eyes than could be understood.
"Sounds perfect." The gorgon had found a comfortable spot using Clawd as pillow and staring up at the ceiling, still not letting go of the other's hand. "Relationships are hard." He admitted thinking back to his own, was it even a relationship? Weren't you supposed to support the other, not drag them down? "Do you believe in true love? Or is Cupid just playing matchmaker and sometimes it works out?" The gorgon questioned, not really sure of his own answers.
Clawd thought about it. "Sometimes it really makes you wonder… I mean, I was head over heels for Draculaura… at first. But then it got hard to do things together. Go out for dinner, can't have anything that she'll faint over or find disgusting… or is meat, she even told me that mushrooms were living beings and that she didn't appreciate me eating them. Well damn, did we go out for me to watch her eat?" He didn't realize he was ranting. "Sorry… it's just, it was cool at first y'know? But then it got difficult, especially when she was here all the time but doesn't like the salad Ma knows how to make her for 'every meal' - well then go home and eat. That's what Clawnor tells her to do." He chuckled, he knew his youngest brother was abrupt with his words.
"I like that little dude, he's got the right way of thinking." Deuce admitted, then began thinking about his own relationship. "Honestly, I don't think Cleo truly ever loved me. I sometimes think she knew you wouldn't fall for her using you, so she came running to me. It scares me, 'cause I see my own mother in her sometimes." Deuce explained, sharing something personal with the other.
Clawd was surprised to hear Deuce bring up his mother at all, he knew that she was a touchy subject for him. He couldn't imagine not having a good relationship with his mother… but at the same time, he wasn't raised by her… Deuce was - kind of, when she was home that was. He had the right to form his own opinions. "Is that, you see your mother in her like an… 'I can't bring myself to bang my mom' or are we talking more of… a personality thing?" He felt stupid for asking clarification… he just wanted to make sure they were on the same page.
"Personality. I''l give you an example, when I say she bought my car for my birthday... reality is she bought it because she forgot to come home for my birthday. She was to busy going to Scaris.. or was it Haunt Kong? Hell it could have been Greece for all I know." Deuce admitted a little annoyed. "Cleo's similar, she only wants to deal with me when it's convenient for her. If you couldn't tell at the game. Because I wasn't her 'star boyfriend', she ignored me." Deuce turned his head away ashamed.
Clawd lifted Deuce's chin with his finger to look back at him. "That's shit, that's a better reason to be upset with your ghoulfriend than me." He shrugged his shoulders. "We take food seriously here, what can I say?" Clawd let out a sigh. He wasn't surprised that his mother gallivanted across the world and forgot her son's birthday… she went to school with his parents and his dad, one of the most easy-going Clawd knew of, couldn't stand Medusa.
Deuce let out a soft sigh.
Clawd felt bad, he wasn't sure what to say to Deuce to make it all better. If only there were such words. "I don't know your mother so I won't speak ill of her, but I do know Cleo pretty well and that sounds like a de Nile move to me. I tried to put in the effort to get to know her, but she really didn't want to get to know me or my family. She didn't have the desire to." He laughed. "Y'know, call me crazy… but I think deep down Cleo wanted us to fight over her? She thought we'd hate each other… and here we are now." Clawd's cheeks blushed. 'I'd rather kiss you than her… or Lala.' He said… within his mind.
"I can see that. Could that be why she cheated on me? Since we didn't fight over her, she's hoping whoever she's involved now would make me jealous? Same plan different monsters." The gorgon didn't realize he had been thinking out loud, until he said it. His eyes widened for a moment before coming to terms. It was out in the open now. "Clawd, I'm not telling you this so you'll feel sorry for me. It's not one of those, 'look at the poor little rich kid with his first world problems'. I don't want your sympathy. I just feel, like you should know. I don't wanna hide anything from you, Clawd." The gorgon said staring at the other's lips. He so wanted to kiss the wolf in the moment, holding back was the hardest thing to do.
Clawd shrugged his shoulders casually, he didn't seem fazed by Cleo's actions. "We all have problems Deuce, it doesn't matter what our status is. For richer or for poorer, better or worse – everyone's problems aren't measured by wealth." The Wolf family wasn't poor, but they weren't extremely wealthy either. They were average, middle-class working family.
If he needed his own spending money, which he certainly didn't mind, he had a job at the Maul that he kept all year. He worked the most over summer vacation and howlidays but it kept his foot in the door and a bit of cash flow here and there.
He poked Deuce's nose and then kissed it gently. Not once did the thought that they should stop… whatever this was that they were doing. He didn't want any of it to stop.
"Clawd?" The gorgon kept staring at the wolf, letting his fingers run through the other's fur. He could literally just lay like this for hours if the wolf would let him. "What are we doing?" Deuce asked nervously, scared the wolf would back off. Last thing he wanted was to scare him away.
Clawd furrowed his brows, he stared down at the other in his lap. "You stopped vomiting so that's good. I'm just chillin' here, what do you mean what are we doing?"
The gorgon just stared up at the wolf, "I mean, this between us." A small red hue crept along his face.
The werewolf gasped at the sudden realization of what was meant. "Oh! Oh." Clawd chuckled at his own stupidity. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back up against the side of the tub. "I mean, do you like it?" He thought about it for a moment. "It's different… you kinda make me feel… alive. Does that make sense?"
Before Deuce could answer, the wolf figured he should go ahead and explain himself further.
"I don't know about you Deuce… but when Draculaura kisses me, I feel nothing. But… when we kissed last night… I felt so many things all at once and I really liked it and it fucking terrified me all at the same time. Am I wrong?"
"Well you're not wrong. When we kissed, I wondered if it was 'cause we were pretty drunk, then before breakfast… when you kissed me again those feelings came back. I figured there had to be something and hoped you were feeling it too." The gorgon shifted a little. "Like even in this moment, I don't want it to end."
Clawd nodded, he'd be perfectly content if this was how they had to spend the remainder of eternity. "I mean, wasted is one thing… but your drunk ass found your way into my bed." The wolf reminded the gorgon, whom groaned lightly. "I didn't say I minded at all, but I mean the navigation that would've taken to get there? I doubt it was just the alcohol babe- uh, Deuce." Clawd's cheeks blushed heavily this time. He didn't want to say sorry, because he wasn't… but was Deuce okay with that? With this?
"Well what can I say, when I want something I go for it." Deuce said cheekily. "Plus you did spark my interest when you kissed me first, so clearly this is all your fault." The gorgon continued with his sassy ways.
"Oh is that your story?" Clawd laughed, whenever he genuinely did there was a certain sparkle in his eye. Deuce admired it, he wished he could take a better look with his glasses off but he didn't want all that drama to unravel in the Wolf's bathroom.
"Yes, what are you gonna do about it?" Deuce said snuggling into the wolf.
Without a moment's notice, Clawd hoisted Deuce up bridal style. His strength was certainly a force to be reckoned with. "What are you gonna do now?" The wolf set the other on the bathroom counter next to the sink and wedged himself between the gorgon's legs. He went straight for his neck to kiss.
Deuce felt his world spin from the quick movement, still gripping onto the other's shoulders. "You're not playing fair, Mr. Wolf." Biting his lower lip, the gorgon couldn't deny the wolf was talented with his mouth. He tried to push the wolf away but Clawd growled. It only made Deuce smile, there was a small part of him that adored how possessive the wolf already was.
Did that mean he had it as bad as he did?
He dug his nails into the broad shoulder when he felt the other's teeth drag along his skin. "Clawd." The gorgon whimpered, not minding with the other marked him up but at the same time making sure it was something the other wanted to do. He didn't want there wouldn't be any regrets later.
"Does it hurt?" He pulled back lightly.
Deuce shrugged his shoulders. "A bit, but… it's alright."
That's exactly what he wanted to hear.
