It was Christmas Eve and Dawson was snowed in. With a heavy sigh he stared out of the apartment window as the snowed came down harsher and harsher. Roads were closed, planes were grouneded. There was no way he'd get to his family in time for any kind of special celebrations. His grandmother had finally passed down the lead role as Christmas hostess to his mother, who has quickly given it to his uncle - because he can cook - only this year it had been snatched up by Daphne.
Staring through the window he wondered how many of them were able to get together this year. His aunt Ainsley would force the weather to co-operate with her. Jake would try his best to bring his family over, and still be able to visit Hannah's family before New Year. A few years ago his grandfather on his mother's side had taken up going abroad for Christmas. Apparently this year they were off to Japan to celebrate with some of Tetsu's family, or if that failed they were going somewhere warm. The weather would force them to stay, but they'd still find a way to get to the family Christmas part. His own sister would plough through any weather, dragging his baby brother with her to see their parents, grandparents and the rest of the family.
His grandfather Star would visit his great-grandmother's grave before he and David would head for Daphne's home.
Uncle Christopher would show up for a few hours on his way back to his own family to deliver presents and then head off.
Aunt Jenny and Uncle Bailee would do all they could to get to Daphne's, but if the weather resisted they'd stay home. The youngest of the twin boys was too sickly to manage a long drive in the cold these days.
Dawson could remember how his grandfather David looked everytime Bailee or Daisy called with news that the lad was in hospital with breathing problems. Dawson was sure every time his nephew went into hospital David aged a few years. Hopefully the coming new year would be a good year for his nephew.
Behind him he heard the door to the apartment open and someone walk in. They stomped snow off their shoes after closing the door.
"Dazzy!" he the male called out, hoping over the couch to siddle up behind Dawson and shake snow from his hair over him. "I thought you were gone for Christmas!"
"I'm stuck."
"Well, you know you really shouldn't glue yourself to things,"
Dawson turned to face the male with bright eyes and blond hair. "Kass, I can't get to my family. No planes are running and all roads are practically snowed under."
Kasper grinned. "So that explains the long face."
"At least you're as cheery as ever," Dawson replied, turning back to the window.
"Pffft. You learn to live with the knowledge that life is shite."
"Not visiting your family?"
"Its a full moon just after Christmas Day. That means my dearest 'Cent is going to be moody, grumpy and likely to want to spend his time humping my Dad."
"Thank you for the image."
Leaning forwards, Kasper rested his chin on Dawson's head and looped his arms around the younger male's shoulders. There was a six year difference in age between them, but everyone they met had the idea they were together. After the upbringing Kasper had people were certain the male was as gay as his parents. Kasper said he 'resented' that assumption - because his Dad was bisexual and only his 'Cent was gay. Although, even Dawson's own mother commented on how a cute couple they were.
Dawson, however, knew the older male's dark secrets. Things that he dare not tell his own mother. His aunt Ainsley promised to keep all the secrets safe. Afterall, one of Kasper's parents happened to be Ainsley's 'pet' werewolf. There were enough gay males in Dawson's family - did they really need anymore?
"So, you're not visiting your family this year?"
"They're all I have, Dazzy. You know I don't want to ever meet my real parents ever again." Kasper bore scars both physical and mental when it came to his real family. They had not only neglected him when he was a baby, but once they discovered his 'gift', they sold him to a fate worse than child abuse. "I've missed a few Christmases over the years. I promised to be over for New Year. Its not as cute anymore snuggling up to the big black furry thing."
"Which is why you have that black fur blanket in your room?" Dawson chuckled. "And you curl into it on the couch when you're ill."
Kasper snorted. "It doesn't smell like him though."
The fur blanket had been a gift from Marshall for Kasper's eighth birthday. It was before Vincent had 'attacked' Marshall, but not long after he had bitten Kasper. That gift that originally had him sold was what saved him from becoming like his adopted father. It also resulted in doing the same for Marshall. Instead of turning when Vincent did, Kasper remained human - with one difference - Vincent's werewolf form no longer held any desire to attack him. There was something in Kasper's blood - or perhaps his DNA, no one was quite sure and Marshall refused to tell him details - that destroyed anything that was abnormal; from werewolf venom to metabolism like no other. But, since Vincent was no longer a threat to Kasper, it was he that stayed with him during the nights where he felt most alone. And since Kasper's blood and spinal fluid was inside Marshall, it also protected him the same way when Vincent bit him. Now Vincent was never alone, especially since Ainsley couldn't visit the way she used to.
The thing with Ainsley though, despite not saying it to him directly, Dawson knew she'd love to have a reason for Vincent to be a true part of her family. If only those eyes of her's acted as love beams she'd stare Dawson and Kasper down in order for the pair to get hitched the very next day.
But could his grandmother handle having a werewolf in the family?
"You smell nice though," Kasper added, nuzzling into Dawson's hair. It was then Dawson realised he'd been off in his own thoughts for a while.
"Kass?"
"Dazz?"
"Do you like my aunt Ainsley?"
"You mean the strange woman with the creepy eyes?"
"Yeah - her."
"I think she's sweet, if not a little creepy. I swear one day she's going to arrest me for something."
"Then stop doing illegal things."
"I mean she'd do it for fun. Its not like I'm running a mafia-like organization from my bedroom."
"My aunt takes her job seriously," Dawson chided. "And I hope you're not running any kind of criminal orginaztion from this apartment. I pay half the rent."
Kasper chuckled, nuzzled Dawson's cheek then slipped away, hopping over the couch like a limber gymnast on his way to lif the phone. He took the same route back to Dawson, kneeling down on one knee while presenting Dawson with the phone. "Dawson Nathan Hughes - will you do me the honor of calling your family and letting them know you're having hot gay sex with me and therefore will be unable to visit them for Christmas."
"You do know my mother would love that," Dawson replied as he took the phone from him. A small grin curled at one side of his lips. Kasper could always cheer him up. He was quite thankful that Ainsley knew Kasper's adoptive family, otherwise he never would have found an apartment - and a great friend.
Leaving Kasper to his own devices, Dawson hopped down from the bar stool he sat upon and made himself comfortable in the big armchair. The amount of phonecalls he was going to need to do was going to rake up a serious phonebill. Especially since the first person he would ring was going to be his mother - and she could score quite a bill when she got going.
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