Stefan had been reluctant to let any feelings for Vlad out, only because his past with masters was so awful, but from the start there had been a draw to the man. They'd instantly settled into a comfortable kind of relationship, but the boy couldn't help but try to brace himself for the time he thought that Vlad would inevitably leave. He didn't want to fall for this one like he had the others.
Last night made that pretty difficult.
Vlad was an attentive lover and it'd been comfortable, not awkward, not hurried, definitely not the kind of sex a master and slave would have. This was something else. What it turned out to be--well, he didn't know.
There was another shift on the bed from the younger vampire and his internal clock was going off, green eyes flickering. He was comfortable here, head resting on Vlad's solid chest, tucked in and feeling safe. But...damnit. The more awake he was, the more he thought about how this shouldn't happen.
"It's alright to want things." That was what he had told Stefan. He just...wasn't sure how much he believed it right now.