"Yes, I can offer you something different that further suits your price range, Sir," Dante glanced up from his computer as his husband entered his office, a sly smirk on the wolf's lips.

"I really need something that my wife would like, she's a stickler for medieval arts," Mr Hayden's voice crackled through the phone, yet Dante was becoming far too distracted by Fionn sauntering over to him, "hello? Are you there, Mr Isamar?"

"Hmm? Yes, sorry, I did hear you, Sir. My husband just walked in, we're newlyweds, you know how it can be I imagine," Dante cocked an eyebrow as Fionn knelt in front of him, pushing his legs apart, "what art does your wife already own? Maybe I can find something similar," Dante's lips curved at the corners when Fionn tugged off his belt and unzipped his slacks. He had been hard from the second his husband had entered but his cock twitched gleefully at the prospect of what Fionn was clearly going to do.

Dante stifled the groan he so desperately wanted to let out as Fionn took almost all of his cock in his mouth. The wolf hadn't sucked him off since their wedding night over a week ago, he had greatly missed Fionn's skills. Dante curled a fistful of Fionn's hair through his fingers, almost letting a moan slip from his part lips as his husband stared up at him innocently through half-lidded eyes. The vampire wasn't sure what he prefered, the sight of Fionn with a cock in his mouth or a cock in his ass. Either supplied him with great pleasure.

"Mr Isamar? Are you alright?" Dante was brought abruptly back to reality by Mr Hayden's irritating voice, still blabbering on about whatever painting he wanted to purchase.

"Yes," Dante spoke through gritted teeth, having to avert his eyes from his husband in the hopes he could grasp more coherent thought, "could you repeat yourself? I didn't quite catch that, I apologise, the connection seems to be quite shoddy," Dante tipped his head back, his eyelids drooping closed as Fionn continued to pleasure him. Once again, he heard nothing from Mr Hayden, only the sounds of his cock hitting the back of Fionn's throat.

"Puppy, as amazing as your mouth is, I'm on a business call," Fionn simply picked up his speed at Dante's comment.

"Let me fix that for you then," Dante hissed out a breath as Fionn rose to his feet, straddling his lap and taking the phone from him.

"My husband is very busy, call back later if you're truly interested," Dante wasted no time latching his lips onto Fionn's neck, nicking his skin all over with his fangs and licking away the drops of blood that appeared. Fionn didn't bother to hold any of his moans back, probably sounding very much like a pornstar to poor Mr Hayden.

"Well- I say-" Dante chuckled lowly at Mr Hayden's flustering, "he didn't seem busy two minutes ago. I need this painting for my-"

"Honestly," Fionn interjected breathlessly, "I couldn't care less. I'm horny as hell and my husband is gonna fuck me now. Feel free to listen, or hang up and call back later," Fionn placed the phone next to Dante's computer, covering the vampire's mouth with his own as he unzipped his jeans.

"That could have been a very valuable customer that could have gotten me a lot of money, puppy," Dante scolded playfully, "what am I going to have to do with you?" Dante didn't bother to listen to whatever response Fionn bothered to give him before he shifted his hips and buried himself completely in his husband. Fionn whimpered from the symphony of pain and pleasure that was humming through his body as Dante moved his hips in a not-so-gentle manner. Dante found the noise bewitching, mixed in with his own gruff moaning, erratic breathing and their skin slapping together.

It didn't take long for them both to finish, making a mess that no doubt Dante would have to clean up. It didn't bother him. A little cleaning up was worth fucking the hell out of his husband.

"What's gotten into you, puppy?" Dante murmured, his arms draped loosely around his husband's waist and his chin resting on Fionn's head.

"Mmm, like I told that guy, I was horny," Dante chuckled lowly, knowing full well Mr Hayden would not dare call him back.

"So it wouldn't have anything to do with that little room in your mind that you won't let me enter? The one you disappear into when you think I'm distracted with something else?" Fionn tilted his head back, resting his chin on Dante's chest, worry in his eyes, "what is it, puppy? Did something happen with the pack?" ever since Elik had been killed the previous week, and then Marcel had been found dead in his wolf form with yet another note from Delta only days later, Dante hadn't had a second of relaxation. Whoever Delta was, they were angry. They were murdering members for Fionn's pack and Dante's coven, clearly wanting to scare them before they attacked directly.

"How long have you lived here? In this house?" Dante frowned, it was an odd question. He had recently moved back into the Isamar estate 200 years ago, before then it hadn't been used since he was known as Myron Rexford.

"A couple hundred years over my lifetime, maybe half a millennium, why?" the apprehension in Fionn's eyes grew, which added to the concern in Dante's heart.

"You have a lot of memories then? A lot of sentiment here?"

"I'm not a sentimental person, Fionn. You should know that by now, is there something wrong with the house? It is yours too, puppy, you're allowed to change anything you want if something is bothering you," Fionn sighed, sitting up, his bottom lip catching between his teeth for a second.

"No, I love the house. I really do. I just think... well, I was talking to Ocie and she just brought up some stuff I've been thinking about lately."

"Such as?" Dante rubbed Fionn's back, observing as the wolf twisted his wedding ring on his finger like he often did when there was something weighing on his mind.

"It's quite far away from my pack," Fionn whispered, keeping his eyes averted from Dante's, "I know we got rid of the border and everything but my pack still isn't comfortable coming onto your land and it'll take them more time than your coven. I just feel like I'm so far away from them. I'm their alpha, I'm supposed to be their protector and I'm supposed to be there if something happens."

"So we'll move," Fionn eyes snapped up at Dante's blunt comment yet the vampire simply shrugged, "it's just a house, Fi, like I said. I'm not a sentimental person."

"But you have memories here, surely they must mean something to you."

"Memories like Cristobal biting me? Or having to get over my addiction to him? Or finding you unconscious by my kitchen? Fi, a lot of the memories here are unpleasant, I don't care about leaving them behind. We can make new ones," a smile slipped onto Fionn's lips gradually.

"So you're really OK with us moving? You really don't mind?" Dante shook his head, earning a vehement kiss from his husband, "I'm going to build us our dream house, in that meadow where we used to meet," Dante chuckled, cupping his wolf's cheek, caressing the warm skin with his thumb.

"OK, puppy, I'll leave that up to you," Dante pressed another soft kiss to Fionn's lips, "I think Kastor needs help watching Arlo whilst he cooks," Dante began to stand but Fionn stopped him.

"You can hear them?" Dante nodded, "can I try? Like you did in my dream? I wanna see if I can hear them through your ears," Dante smiled, linking his fingers in with Fionn's opening his mind up to the wolf. Dante watched Fionn close his eyes, saw the concentration on his husband's face, then heard a soft gasp leave his lips.

"I can hear them," Fionn whispered, awestruck, "I can hear Kas humming, and Arlo talking. Oh my god, I can hear Arlo breathing, his heartbeat, the blood flowing in his veins. Dant, I can hear everything," Fionn opened his eyes wide, marvelling at Dante, "you can hear that all the time?"

"You learn to drown things out over the millennia, but yes, I have very good hearing," Fionn beamed, listening for a few more moments before Arlo began to cry, "come on, we should go check on them, Kas will probably need your help cooking anyway," Dante zipped his slacks up and buckled his belt when Fionn stood from him, taking a minute to watch his husband dress.

"You're staring," Fionn smirked, biting his lip as Dante buried his mouth in the wolf's neck.

"Can't help it when my husband is just so ravishing," Dante walked downstairs with Fionn, ensuring his hand remained on his husband's pert little ass the entire time.

"Y'know, recently I have been wishing I hadn't been blessed with enhanced hearing," Kastor muttered, stood by the stove stirring something. Dante chuckled as a flush of crimson spread over Fionn's cheeks.

"Well, that's embarrassing," the wolf murmured under his breath, checking whatever Kastor was making whilst Dante sat with Arlo at the table.

"Scar," Dante leant forward, allowing Arlo to stroke his fingers down the scar on his face. As much as he knew Fionn hated it, the vampire truly didn't mind the scar. He would even go so far as to say he liked it.

"So have you hung up your stocking, Kas? Think you'll be getting anything from Santa?" Fionn sat down opposite Dante, picking up one of Arlo's toys and passing it to the child, "your little brother certainly will, won't you, buddy?"

"Santa," Arlo babbled, giggling whilst he played with the small toy dinosaur.

"Yes, I hung them up where you told me to, though the tree is still not decorated," Dante glowered at Kastor, earning a sly smile back.

"Dant," Fionn whined, "I thought you said you were gonna do it this afternoon."

"Fi, I do have a business, one that tends to get a lot of last-minute calls around this time. We can all do it together after dinner, OK?"

"OK," Fionn agreed, although he was still pouting just a little.

"Don't pout, you'll get wrinkles," Fionn rolled his eyes playfully.

"You're way older than me and you don't have any wrinkles despite all the frowning you do," Dante chuckled.

"I am not that old, Fi."

"Dante, you're an old man. It's OK, I still love you. Even if you're geriatric and soon to be senile" Fionn yelped as Dante threw him over his shoulder at an inhuman speed, squirming and pounding his fists on the vampire's back.

"Tell me if you still think I'm so old and decrepit after this," Dante slapped Fionn's ass as he carried the wolf upstairs.

"You're soundproofing the next house!" Kastor called from the kitchen, causing Dante to chuckle at his comment to Arlo, "oh, little brother, you have no idea how lucky you are being a wolf."