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Darkmoor during the winter months could be considered beyond brutal. Something akin to a hellscape even for people that preferred the cold. Germany was not usually a warm climate to begin with, but Darkmoor being tucked away in the mountains, hidden and cursed for centuries past, left it unusually hostile for most of the year. The snow seemed to never cease falling, the wind was harsh and nonstop, the sun staying hidden for days and days on end until it felt as though it wasn't even rising at all. It was a type of cold that seemed nearly supernatural, freezing everything in its path and coating the world in ice. The only life in town would be the people that decided to keep living there.
This winter had proven to be no different. Two windows in the manor had already broken due to such intense wind and ice building up. Ygor's favorite tree had collapsed four days ago from the weight of snow, and fallen to the ground much to his dismay. The water that flooded the catacombs had frozen solid, along with most of the pipes, making running water only available in the kitchen and Victoria's personal bathroom- she usually refused to allow Ygor into her room, but of course would share with him during such difficult times. Parts of the roof in the attic had caved in, more than a dozen rats and a plethora of bats snuck in to escape the elements, and the old manor seemed to creak endlessly from the restless winds.
Hell, not even the monsters would be out. Only the stray werewolf or two, whose transformations did not stop due to climate; but their kill counts would be a whopping zero because no human could be found for miles outside their boarded up homes.
And… you knew it was cold if even the vampires started seeking warmth.
Ygor sighed loudly. Most of the manor was drafty and disgustingly cold, tainting the handful of rooms that could actually be considered above freezing- but not here. The two large arms that currently held him tightened.
“Hush.” A deep purr that rumbled against Ygor's back. Dracula, in all his naked glory, rolled slightly forward to push Ygor painfully deeper into the bear skin rug which they currently laid upon- Dracula always spooned him too tightly!
Ygor grunted and wiggled, trying to make enough room so that he could at least breathe properly. The fire before them was luckily full and lively, taking up the entire fireplace as some flames even danced beyond its walls. Dracula would not let it go down for even a second; if it threatened to lessen at all, a simple wave of his hand would summon another burst of hellfire as if he'd tossed it some gasoline.
“Drac-” Ygor moaned in annoyance into the thick brown fur beneath him. Dracula of course ignored him.
The cold, as Ygor had come to find out, made Count Dracula stupidly docile. Ygor thought it may be because part of his brain physically froze- after all, Dracula made no body heat of his own and Ygor had even found frost upon his skin a few times before. When the world was as cold as it was there was no way the vampire didn't feel it, didn't feel as though his own black blood was beginning to freeze solid.
Ygor should cut him some slack, he supposed- spooning a naked body was definitely better than hanging upside down in the crypt, forming ice cycles on your head.
“I said hush, Creature. Just enjoy the warmth...” Dracula moaned, giving the back of his neck a few lazy licks with his rough tongue. The fire, mixed with the fur rug for insulation, was hot enough to warm Ygor until he even began to sweat, and then in turn warm Dracula. He had Ygor pinned and trapped, basking in such warmth that was a rarity.
“Ygor is tired of being your heat rock.”
“Oh?” Dracula smirked. His claws trailed slowly along Ygor's belly, making him shudder. Ygor couldn't help but laugh and squirm under him.
“Heh… No.”
“I thought so.”
“But, Ygor is worried the doctor will find us. She does not sleep long, you know!”
“Relax. She will leave us be.”
“But-”
“Shh,” Dracula growled lovingly. He took Ygor's ear between his teeth, tugging gently. Ygor shivered with a quiet whine. Dracula shifted again, keeping Ygor's ear hostage, rolling his body a few times to try and share the sweat Ygor so abundantly produced. Even the fur beneath them was wet from it. It rolled down Ygor's neck, his chest, between his legs. The fire was close to them and oh so hot, part of him actually began to miss the icy wind outside. Dracula was oddly obsessed with his sweat, often rolling their bodies together when he found Ygor covered in it. Why Dracula was so confident that they could lay naked in the living room and not be caught by Victoria was impressive- the cold must not have him thinking properly.
As if Ygor's wish had been heard, a strong gust outside shifted the manor and created a freezing draft around them. The fire danced unhappily, the windows howling, and Ygor shivered violently as he was quickly reminded just how miserable he could be right now.
Dracula chuckled at him. Held him even tighter. Moaned in frustration only due to the fact that he wanted Ygor so badly he wished he could open his very skin and crawl right inside. He kneaded Ygor's belly with dangerous claws. Pinned Ygor's legs between his own. His chest hair was scratchy on Ygor's back, but comforting and attractive nonetheless. Ygor debated for a moment offering a quick fuck, if it would help soothe the built up tension in the vampire.
The freezing cold made him crazy, but the intense heat made him feral. You had to find a happy medium, you see. Had to keep Dracula right between the two extremes, lest he start acting funny… His brain may be the strongest one on earth, but it was equally as delicate.
Ygor managed to tilt his head enough to the side to give his pale cheek a kiss. Then another. And another, just so Dracula would start purring again. Ygor's hand gently took the talons currently threatening to gut him and held them gently. It was like taming a lion some times!
He knew what might happen when he and Dracula began to start kissing properly, but Ygor initiated it anyway. Dracula moaned excitedly into his mouth. He was sloppy tonight, perhaps feeling some kind of tired now that he was hot from the fire and Ygor's body. Their teeth clashed a few times until Dracula finally pushed Ygor onto his back so he could lay atop him properly. His hands were quick to pin Ygor's wrists on either side of his head. He devoured Ygor's mouth. Offered a ridiculous amount of drool, like a dog waiting to be fed. His tongue extended and intruded the back of Ygor's throat, because he ached to be as deep as possible. It was all a routine at this point, and while usually they would be in Ygor's bedroom, the new setting made him act no different. He still claimed Ygor like a feral beast, and he would probably still fuck Ygor senseless sooner rather than later; Ygor could feel Dracula's erection forming quickly against his thigh. If- when- they started to have sex, Ygor would have to shove his own fingers into his mouth to stop from crying out and alerting the doctor or their monster of their deviant activities.
These thoughts were cut short, however, when Ygor began to taste blood. It was not his own, Dracula had not yet bitten him in any way- It was a steady trickle that ran down Dracula’s long tongue straight into Ygor's throat, and was also the only warning Ygor had before it was followed immediately by a thick gush. Dracula's belly clenched with the action, which must have been involuntary due to the pained whimper in his throat, but Ygor accepted it the best he could no matter what. Dracula unintentionally fed him until he managed to pull back his tongue and sit up quickly. The last bit fell onto Ygor's chest, usually cold but this time warm. Ygor had spilled a good part of the gross offering, thus making the lower half of his face, his neck, and now his pecs an alarming red color and uncomfortably sticky. Tomorrow Victoria would ask him why there was blood on the rug, and he would have to lie- Ygor just accidentally nicked himself on the fire iron, is all!
Dracula began to apologize, but it was Ygor's turn to shush him now. He sat up and kissed Dracula roughly- didn't he know by now that the freaky stuff really turned Ygor on? Ygor dominated him for a moment until Dracula had him pinned on the rug again, and Ygor spread his legs immediately. His own hardness was ready and damp between them. Dracula licked the precious blood off of his sweaty body, while his clawed fingers began trailing lower to Ygor's most private spot.
Yes, Darkmoor winters really were so horrid and harsh, no place at all for any living or dead thing. But sometimes they came with a few perks, Ygor supposed…
An unusually needy Dracula, for one.