Logan awoke one morning with James' head on his shoulder, James already awake.
"Good morning, my love," Logan said cheerfully, kissing his forehead. James smiled and looked up at him.
"You're in a happy mood," he noted as Logan kissed his pointed nose.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Normally it takes a while for you to get happy."
"Normally I wake up and you are already up or sprawled out on the other side of the bed," Logan said. "I love waking up with you here. Or me in your arms- either way."
Even after over sixty years, the couple still didn't have a set rule on masculine and feminine roles.
Sometimes they went to sleep with Logan in James' arms, sometimes the other way around. There were times when the sex roles were changed, just depending on what happened naturally. When they watched movies, normally it was James who had a casual arm over the back of Logan's chair, but if it was a scary movie his face would be hidden in Logan's shoulder.
There were some things, though, that were always the same.
James had a leash on Logan like a dog, for instance, and could get Logan to do anything for him. Logan always opened doors or scooted back chairs for James- a chivalrous act that he never grew out of. Logan handled finances and money, while James normally warmed up blood for them when they were hungry. Sometimes Logan got James flowers- girly, yes, but James loved flowers picked from the side of the road. The majority of the time, Logan naturally assumed the male role while James took the female role, but sometimes they switched.
"Do you know what today is?" James asked, propping himself happily up on an elbow to look at his husband.
"No… What?" Logan asked, knowing exactly what day it was because James had been talking about it all week.
"Logie," James pouted.
"It's… Saturday, right, darling?"
"LOOOOGE," James groaned, knowing now that Logan was kidding. "You know!"
"Of course I know," Logan grinned. "Happy Birthday, darling. How old are you now, four hundred?"
"No!" James smirked. "I'm… Let's see… Eighty… Two?"
Today was July 16th. It was too confusing for James to keep up with how old he was in "vamp years" and "human years", so he just went by how many birthdays he had had.
"Well I'll be- what an old man," Logan mocked, rolling James to his back to kiss him teasingly on the neck and shoulders.
"I'm not old till I'm in my hundreds," James said, like a human woman saying that she "isn't old until she's forty".
"So what is your first birthday wish?" Logan asked, pulling his head up to look at James.
"A nice bath for two?"
"Ha! THAT bath tub? Two grown men?" Logan smirked.
"We could… Find a nice hotel with a Jacuzzi."
"I would have thought you wanted to spend the day in the presence of your friends," Logan said.
"But Carlos and Kendall can't fuck me all day, now can they?"
"They COULD, but things would get strange."
"Awe! I get a wise-cracking Logie for my birthday?"
"Do not get too used to it."
"So… Is that a yes on the hotel?" James asked hopefully.
"Anything you want, love," Logan smiled. "The whole day is your choice."
"I'm gonna go look on the internet," James said excitedly.
Logan smiled and watched James scamper out of the room in boxers and a t-shirt. He loved James' birthday simply because James loved it. James was always so happy on that day.
He was confused when he heard a ringing.
"Babe, your phone's ringing!" James called from the kitchen. Logan sat up and took his phone from the night stand. Nobody had ever called him except James… But now it had an unknown number on it as it buzzed and rang.
"Hello?" he answered, confused.
"LOGAN!"
"Who is this?"
"Loge, this is Carlos, we're in Weston and Kenny's in trouble and PLEASE hurry we're beside the Family Dollar," Carlos said quickly. "HURRY!"
"What?"
"LOGAN!"
"I will be there in a moment."
"I'm just here to visit my MOM!" Kendall pleaded as the hunter pressed his head against the bricks behind him with his stake against his throat. Carlos had long since disappeared to call for help. "C'mon, Jeff! You know me!"
"When did you get like this?" the older man growled. "You were our best hunter!"
"Just- just let me go and I'll tell you," Kendall pleaded.
"I have to kill you, Kendall," the guy said sadly. "It's the law."
"I know! You know I know that better than ANYONE knows! And if I know anything, it's that you know that I know that YOU know that you can't kill me, cause you know I'm your best friend, dude!"
The man looked confused for a second, but suddenly there was the sound of heavy boots on the sidewalk.
"I've got this one," came a familiar voice, and Logan appeared with two wooden stakes in his hands. "Take a load off, man, I think there's another one toward the boarder."
Jeff looked confused.
"Who're you?"
"I'm the new guy- name's Mitchell Logano," Logan said simply without a moment of hesitation or a lick of his proper and strict speech. "Boss told me to come get this one from you."
"Uh…"
Logan stepped forward and stabbed a stake into Kendall's stomach. Kendall yelled and groaned in pain.
"I got it from here, bro," Logan said. "See ya around."
Jeff hesitantly stepped away from Kendall and Logan roughly forced his forearm against Kendall's throat, the other hand holding the stake in his stomach.
Jeff slowly passed by Carlos and James, casually standing beside the door to the store, James ridged and afraid that the guy would detect him, but he didn't.
Carlos hurried over to them to find Logan yanking the stake from Kendall's stomach and dropping it to the concrete.
"You've been working on your 2013 talk, haven't you?" Carlos asked proudly, hugging Logan's side in thanks.
"Perhaps."
"It was good, man. I almost believed you were a hunter," Carlos congratulated, Logan giving a little bow for his performance.
"Still don't see why I couldn't do that," James grumbled sadly as Carlos stepped forward to inspect Kendall.
"Because you would not be able to stab him," Logan said simply, slipping the leftover stake into James' pocket. "And you have not mastered the art of speaking without showing your fangs."
"Let's just get outta here," Kendall grumbled. "I'll call Mom and Katie and tell them to come to our place sometime."
They walked quickly and boarded Logan's car.
"What were you guys even thinking- coming back here?" James asked, twisting in his seat as Logan drove.
"We were gonna go see his mom and sister," Carlos shrugged. "But damn- they're good. I figured they'd never suspect Kenny, but they did."
"Yeah, thanks, Logan. I mean, you stabbed and choked me, but I'd be dead right now if you didn't," Kendall said gratefully.
"All in a day's work, citizen," Logan said briskly, sending James into a fit of giggles.
"You're on a roll, Logie!"
"Only because it's your birthday," Kendall sang. James gasped and turned to him, eyes bright.
"You remembered!"
"Well YEAH. You only reminded us every day this month," Kendall smirked.
"I made you a cake," Carlos chimed.
"I LOVE cake!"
"I know, that's why I made it," Carlos laughed.
Logan wasn't too antsy to get to the hotel as they all gathered with the lights off in Carlos and Kendall's apartment. They had rented a suite for three days, so there was plenty of time. Right now Logan was just focused on the happy look in James' eyes as the light from eighty-two lighted candles danced in his eyes atop the cake. He never wanted that look to go away.
After the song, James took a huge breath and started to blow out the many, many candles. Eventually Carlos had to jump in there and help to get all the flames out.
"We wanted to get you something… But we couldn't afford anything we thought you'd like," Kendall said as Logan cut the cake and the lights were turned on. "But eventually we'll go to a hockey game- all together. We wanted to get tickets, but you know."
"It's the thought that counts," James beamed, so glad he had friends to want to get him gifts besides Logan. Logan felt bad- if he knew that James was so lonely, he would have taken him out to find friends. Logan himself was happy with just James, but he knew that James was a social butterfly.
Logan realized that James was staring at him expectantly, a goofy grin on his face.
"What?"
"You know! You KNOOOOW!"
"You don't think I forgot the gift, did you?" Logan asked slyly. "You are just going to have to wait until we get to the hotel."
"Ooooh," Carlos and Kendall hooted simultaneously.
"It isn't like that!" Logan insisted, turning deep red.
"Oh, Logie. So innocent," Carlos giggled, pinching his cheek.
"Carlos, how many times must I tell you-,"
"Nobody calls me Logie but my husband," Carlos mocked good-naturedly.
"Sweetheart, why did you not tell me that you were so lonely?" Logan said worriedly as James turned on the TV of the suite and sat on the bed beside him.
"What? I'm not lonely. I have you," James said cheerfully.
"Let me rephrase. Why did you not mention that you wanted friends?"
"Because what would you have done?"
"I don't know. We could have gone to a bar or somewhere and made friends."
"No offense, babe, you know I love you to death, but you would have scared them away," James said worriedly. "Yeah- I'm fun and can make buddies, but you- you're sorta…"
"I understand," Logan sighed.
"Carlos likes you," James offered. "I like you. Kendall likes you."
"I just wish that we hadn't gone this long with you being miserable."
"I wasn't miserable. I didn't even know how much I missed chumming around with people until we met them."
"Promise?"
"Swear."
Logan smiled as James kissed his cheek.
"Oh- I got you something," Logan said cheerfully, getting up and going to his backpack to retrieve a box, neatly wrapped in silver paper.
James tore it open excitedly, looking up at Logan suspiciously as he took out a big piece of leather.
"My old leather!" he said in surprise. His leather jacket had gotten worn, bloody, and torn up within a few years of running around with Logan, so he had to give it up. He knew this was it because it had the same warm red plaid interior.
"I got it fixed," Logan smiled.
"It's just like it used to be!"
Somehow all the worn holes, slashes, and stains were repaired and the jacket looked new.
"It may be out of style now, but perhaps it will be back 'in' soon enough," Logan laughed as James stood and slipped it on over his bare torso.
"Oh, honey, leather is ALWAYS in," James said happily. "Do I look good?"
"Very handsome."
"That's it? 'Handsome'? Not 'hot', or 'sexy', or 'smokin'?"
"You look… Delicious."
James burst into laughter.
"Are you turning into a flamer? Describing me like desert?" James giggled as Logan grabbed his jacket by the zippers and pulled him closer, standing on his knees on the bed.
"You look 'yummy'," Logan giggled, kissing his husband's neck.
"That's my favorite."
"How about… 'Tasty'?"
James hummed in consent.
"How about you find out just how good I taste?" he said quietly. Logan giggled, turning a bit red, and nodded.
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