Wolverines

A/N Haven't used this account in forever, so let's start over and give it another go =)

“Probably not one of your best moves.” Paige commented from her spot on the floor across from Amon. Her voice was thick with smoke that was curling out from between her lips and nostrils, making her face look hazy. She leaned back against the old bed frame and sighed the rest of the smoke out.

Amon squinted at her for a moment. He put the multicoloured, mushroom shaped pipe to his lips and lit the herbs inside. He inhaled for a long moment before pulling his thumb off a small hole in the bowl. The sudden intrusion of fresh air sent the smoke shooting deep into his lungs.

Amon puffed his cheeks and scrunched up his face, holding the smoke in until his eyes watered. Paige watched him, face impassive and eyes patient, if not a little red rimmed. Amon wasn’t sure if she was really trying to be patient with him or was just too stoned to get worked up over what was apparently quite the fuck up.

Amon expelled the smoke from his lungs quickly, coughing violently and doubling over as he did so. Paige took the pipe and lighter from his hands and took a hit while he tried getting a hold of himself.

Amon grunted and sat back up too quickly, feeling dizzy as he used the back of his hands to wipe the spittle off his chin. He flopped lazily against the dresser and stretched his legs out.

“Well, you did tell me I needed to Blood Bind a Thrall to me – myself – right?” Amon fumbled, “Because of our strain of Vampirism and all of our snacks-“Paige snorted, “Come back as Goops unless we Bind them.”

“Ghouls…” Paige corrected, and helped herself to another hit instead of passing the pipe back over to the other Vampire.

“Right!” Amon grinned toothily, showing off his long fangs. He began to laugh, “Ghouls, Paige, Ghouls!”

“I know,” She practically choked, still trying to hold the smoke in her lungs. She nodded and gestured at him to keep talking.

“God, they’re – I mean they’re really Ghouls. You’re really smart, you know that? God, Paige, I mean-“Amon thought about it for a moment and found he had the ability to sit up and lean closer, “You – and, and – and me, together we could fuckin’ – take care of business, and –“

“Amon,” Paige sounded almost exasperated as she sighed a large cloud of smoke at her dark skinned ward, “You’re high, and you don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pointed at him. Amon frowned. The finger in question looked suspiciously accusatory. “Focus.”

Amon stared at her finger for a time, before snorting and breaking back down into laughter. Paige wagged it at him for good measure, trying and failing not to laugh. The two laughed almost hysterically for a long while before they began to calm down.

“No,” Paige giggled, “Seriously though.” She cleared her throat and tucked some strawberry blond hair behind her ear, “You need to explain to me why you thought it would be cool to stalk, abduct and Bind an unwilling human and then just dump him on my couch.”

“I didn’t dump him! I placed him! I placed him very gently!” Amon countered defensively.

“Amon,” Paige huffed, “You’re not ready for a Thrall. They’re companions, not pets. Friends, lovers, you know, that whole jazz.” She waved her hands through the air in some hopes of better conveying her words. She passed the pipe back over to Amon. He peered down at it with large, coal black eyes for a long moment.

“I think we need more pot in this shit.” He stated after a long moment. He reached into the baggie next to Paige’s foot and started refilling it. “But there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I mean, it was like…”

Paige waited a beat. He seemed really distracted by the filter. Or something, “Yeah?” she prompted.

“Well,” He frowned thoughtfully and finished with the bowl, folding up the heavy baggie of pot and setting it aside. “I guess it’s like… Have you ever seen The Godfather?”

“… Say what?”

“The Godfather! You haven’t seen –“He frowned, as though the though of someone not seeing that movie was offensive.

“Of course I’ve seen The Godfather! You’re not making any fuckin’ sense, though.” Paige snapped, finally losing her pot induced calm. Amon regarded her for a moment before wordlessly passing the pipe over. Paige took an angry inhale on it, and Amon began speaking once more.

“Well, when Michael kills that guy and then gets sent off to Sicily for a while, and he’s walking around with those guys – like, there was the one guy, and then there was this other guy. I think his name was Enzo? No,” Amon stared down at his feet, “That was the baker… Fabrizio! Yes –“

“Get on with it,” Paige croaked out another puff of smoke.

“I’m getting there! Anyways, Michael sees this chick named Apollonia, and he falls in mad love with her right then and there, without even knowing her name or who she is or anything about her. They said he got hit by the thunderbolt.”

Paige blew out the last of her smoke and passed the pipe over to Amon, who took a deep drag on it.

“So,” She gazed at him with hooded, red rimmed eyes, “What you’re telling me is that you saw this guy, and got hit by the thunderbolt, abducted him, Bound him against his will, and then deposited him on my couch.”

“Yep-“Amon managed before falling into another coughing fit, smoking blasting out of his mouth and nose in random clouds. He sat up and put a hand to his chest, trying to control his coughing, “Pretty much –“He broke down into another fit. Paige watched him mildly.

“Hey, Amon…” She drawled, crossing her arms across her stomach.

“Y… yep…” He managed between coughs and hacks.

“Soo… I bet’cha he’s straight as a die.” That would serve him right.

Amon sat up, suddenly without the need to cough. His eyes widened like a deer’s in the headlights. “Well, fuck me.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna have to ‘cos he won’t be into that…” Paige was going out on a limb. If Amon had had the good sense to just be straight instead of queer he could save himself a whole lot of trouble.

Amon fidgeted with his hands as Paige took the pipe back from him, “Well, you don’t know that. I mean, for all you know he’s just gagging for it.”

“Well, you know. If you thought with your head instead of your dick you would have known to check to make sure you weren’t setting yourself up for angst and despair and all that other romanticised “part of the Vampire lifestyle” crap. So instead of having some cutie that you could be having wild anal sex with right now you’ve got some wild card – who’s name you don’t know – unconscious and… Left on my couch.”

Amon was beginning to wonder what she was more displeased about: His stupid move or the human napping on her moderately expensive sofa. Like it was even that great of a sofa in the first place. Amon wasn’t sure she’d bought new furniture in at least five years.

“You know what,” Paige snarled, plucking the thoughts right out of his head, “If you don’t like my couch that much, you can just – just take him off it right now and get the hell out.”

“Paige –“Amon’s eyes widened.

“And for that matter, you can stop crashing on it. Do you now how lucky you are to have a nice, safe place to spend the daylight hours? Do you have any idea how far out of my way I’m going to take in and teach a Vampire that I didn’t even sire? Anyone else, ANYONE else would have left you to rot. But no, we’re of the same Strain, you and I, so I shelter you and I teach you and I make sure you’re fed. And you repay me how? Showing up here with some – some random – human. Without warning, without consideration.

You’re lucky you managed to bumble your way through it and Bind him properly. And you – I mean, I – I didn’t even have time to pick up the living room! He’s stuck with us now, and what on earth is he going to think? Oh wow, these V-vampires sure are slobs!” She buried her face in her hands. Sometimes Paige got a little emotional when she was wasted. Amon didn’t judge; it happened.

“He’s not going to think you’re a slob.” He tried to reassure her.

“How the fuck would you know? He is. I just know it. He’s going to think I’m disgusting.” She insisted, taking a big hit on the pipe. “God, we should have used the bong…” She muttered.

“Don’t be that way… It’ll be okay… You told me that the first feeding after the Bonding is a rough one, right? He’ll probably need a fair bit more time to sleep it off. So we still have time, we can tidy up the living room, and I’ll help. I’ll even help you do the kitchen.” He offered.

Paige seemed to consider this, “Well… Okay.” She set the pipe and lighter on the floor and stood up, reaching down to offer Amon her hand. When he reached up to take it his big, long fingered hands almost completely enveloped hers. His dusky skin – inherited from his Iranian mother – looked darker still against Paige’s pale hands. He’d always loved the contrast of dark skin on light skin. He’d been jerking off to interracial porn for as long as he could remember.

His human, he thought whimsically, was white. White like Paige was, which was very white. He smiled dreamily, forgetting to stand up until Paige gave his arm a pointed yank.

“Oh, right.” He grinned sheepishly and allowed himself to be helped up. They both swayed on their feet, stumbling a little as they began to walk. Paige opened the bedroom door and they were blasted by fresh(er) air. Smoke from the bedroom crept into the hall, along the walls.

Paige walked ahead down the hall, weaving this way and that as she headed towards the living room. Amon took his time, using the wall for support. He wanted to make himself wait, wanted to savour the anticipation…

… Nah.

He grinned to himself and took off running, dashing past Paige and jumping over the back of the couch, perhaps not being as careful as he ought to be. He was pumped to see his Thrall, regardless of whether or not the other man was conscious.

“… Hey, wait a second!” Amon’s jaw dropped. A good half of his high vanished instantly and his stomach knotted, “Paige! He’s fucking gone!”