That Damned Hippy
That Damned Hippy
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That Damned Hippy
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- Drake, knew that what they were about to do was risky to say the least, but their whole relationship had been. He was just surprised that they had managed to keep it a secret for as long as they had. His Father was pretty good at sniffing it out - when someone was hiding something, he supposed that came with age. But Drake had learned from him - he knew how to hide things from his Father. But, hiding was hardly an option anymore. And he could feel the air of superiority, annoyance and disgust floating around the room. So many tricking their parents into a room together was a bad idea - but no matter how they went about it, it would be. Vampires and Werewolves had never really gotten along, an issue that extended far past his time of walking on the earth. But the sides were still bitter. And this would... In a way join the two sides and maybe force them to learn to live with each other.
"What are we doing here, Drake?" His father asked as he glanced over at the others with a clear look of disgust on his face.
"Well I, well we have something to tell you.." He started but trailed off when his Father opened his mouth to speak again.
"And what would that be? This better be good" he said. It was clear, through his voice that his annoyance with the situation was growing.
"If you let me finish speaking" he said as he gave his Father an annoyed look. Plenty of people were afraid of the mam - after all he was powerful, but to Drake he was just his Father and he had never been afraid of him. "Now as I was saying" he started but trailed off again on purpose. When his Father started to get annoyed, there was a vein that would pop out on his forehead - and the man was annoyed. "We thought that it was about time you meet your future family" he said.
A slightly confused look crossed over his fathers face. "And what do you mean by that?" He asked.
"I mean what it sounds like. I thought old age was supposed to make you wise. We've been together for a while... And plan to get married" he said as he glanced between his Mother who to the untrained eye always looked calm and his Father.
"Drake this is by far the least funny joke you have ever pulled. I would much rather you prance a pig into the house and tell me you plan to wed it" he said.
His parents had taken him being gay fairly well - it wasn't an uncommon thing. It was the fact that he was not only dating a werewolf but the leaders son that was angering the man. "I wouldn't joke about something like this. And I dunno Dad a pig would not look nearly as good naked as a werewolf" he said. He knew his Dad wouldn't appreciate the joke that much but all well. "We love each other and thats that" he said.
"I forbid it" he said firmly as he went to stand up, to stomp around or so Drake thought, but his Mother stopped the man from doing so. He could tell she wasn't calm but was acting like she was.
"You can't forbid me from doing it" he said. He knew his Father at the least wouldn't approve - but that changed nothing, it would happen, was going to happen and if Drake had his way it would happen soon. It wasn't like, he had anyone outside of his parents that he cared to have around. Worse come to worse, they could elope and just come home married - but Blake wanted to try and include them in it, if they would try.
"Now, now boys no need to pull out the fangs to see whose the big baddest scariest vampire in the room. Your Father and I will agree to try and he will try not to yell" she said.
Drake had always thought that his Mother was the scary one. She didn't show anger, she handled a situation with grace - and controlled his Father, which all together her made her a force to be reckoned with. "Good. Which us why we're at this house plenty of room for us all to get to know each other" he said with a smile. He could tell his Dad was about to question the sleeping arrangements but before he could Drake beat him too it. "And he and I will be sharing a room" he said. If they were going to be, getting married soon they would be spending every night together. His Father wanted to object but quickly put a stop too it.
"How long have the two of you been together?" She asked.
"A little over a year and a half" he said.
"So this isn't some random impulsive idea you have, that makes it slightly better" she said.
"No" he said simply, he couldn't argue because he was impulsive. His choice to get involved with him had been impulsive, but it had turned into something that he has never expected. He had easily, had a parade of men in his life. Never took a serious long term interest but enjoyed the benefits. But he was, for the first time, very serious about a relationship. Most of his previously had lasted a few months tops and usually they were only a few weeks. He had gotten around a lot, and that was sadly a well known fact about him. It was gossip and those he had slept with talking about it. But that was in the past.
"I think at this point we should simply be happy he has found someone he wishes to keep around. Even if his choice is questionable" she said.
"I'm pretty sure him being with me and trusting me with my track record is whats questionable here..." He said. He had gotten around a lot, yeah but he hadn't cheated on anyone. He had just moved from one person to the next extremely fast.
That Damned Hippy
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- Posted: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 00:03:37 +0000
This whole thing had started as an ill advised way to get under their parents skin - even though they had no intentions of telling their parents. It had been a matter of doing exactly what their parents would tell them not to do, and for Joel, this meant falling right into bed with the vampire leader’s famously promiscuous son. That had seemed all well and good at the time - sneaking to each other’s rooms, having a roll in the sheets right under the stuck up noses, but it hadn’t been meant to mean anything.
A year and a half later, here they were, introducing the families. Both families knew each other, even though it was pretty much a blood war between the vampires and the werewolves. Joel’s father always said that it was something in their blood, something ancient and dangerous, that made werewolves hate vampires, and vampires hate werewolves. Joel thought that it had more to do with the fact that they were both predatory species sharing the same hunting grounds.
Joel’s family had been there first, his parents sitting at a table with his two sisters. The Cohen pack was large, but Joel’s nuclear family was relatively small. Just his twin sister, Rachel, his older sister Kayla, and his parents. There were numerous other wolves in the pack - both related to Joel and non blood relations. When the vampires started into the room, Rachel was on her feet, before Kayla and Mrs. Cohen pulled her back into her seat - her canines were already extending from her gums, cutting into her lips. Joel tossed her a napkin, which she balled up and threw at his head. “What are they doing here?”
Again with all of the vampire and werewolf drama. They had expected that much. The vampire leader had appeared, and Joel’s father - the pack alpha, snapped a glass in his hand. Mrs Cohen didn’t even move to pick the glass out of her husband’s hand as she usually would, but fixed the vampire leader and his wife with the bright yellow eyes that flashed when a werewolf was closer to a transformation than they would have liked.
Drake’s brother looked unimpressed with the presence of the werewolves as well, and Joel rolled his eyes, moving from his chair to where Drake stood. Before he could say anything to his fiancé, Drake’s father had demanded an explanation. Joel’s family looked just as expectant, yellow eyes fixed on the vampires with a look of disgust. Joel knew what they were thinking - that vampires were dead things, monsters that had to feed on living humans to survive. Dead blood meant nothing to them.
While Drake’s father seemed to be driving the discussion, it was Joel’s older sister, Kayla, who started laughing. “No way, you’ve got to be kidding.” She shook her head - her hair was significantly darker than Joel’s, and caught the light in a way that was uniquely Kayla - “C’mon Joel, you can do better than… better than…”
“Better than dead,” Rachel said, her teeth had retracted, but she still looked ready to rip Drake's throat out. Joel’s parents were eerily silent. In the same way that they had been when he had come out to them when he was nineteen, nodding, like if they didn’t talk about it, it wouldn’t be an actual fact until it became obvious that there was no going back. They had been the same way when Rachel had brought her girlfriend home. The difference was, Rachel’s girlfriend was a werewolf, not a vampire.
Drake's father made it perfectly clear very quickly that he did not want Joel for a sun in law, going so far as to say that he would prefer a pig. Joel crossed his arms, and shook his head, “Well, you got me, not a pig.” He stepped on Drake’s foot at the comment about who looked better naked. Mrs Cohen started studiously picking the glass out of her husband’s hand at this point, apparently not even wanting to touch that comment with a ten foot pole.
Drake’s father was turning roughly the colour of a tomato, while his wife held his arm, trying to reason with him. Joel got the distinct feeling that it was Drake’s mother who ran the show, for all of the show that Drake’s father put on. Joel’s parents’ silence was not entirely unexpected. Werewolf packs usually didn’t work things out with words - it was largely about dominance and blood lines, who fell into line where. Joel, as the eldest son, was beta, and he would get to deal with his father, the alpha, soon enough. Werewolves just dealt with things more one on one, more secretively.
“It’s not for long,” Joel said, watching his family, whose eyes were fading. His oldest sister, Kayla, had her eyes almost back to their normal brown. “We’re not asking you to turn your backs on… god knows how many centuries of hate, we’re just asking you to tolerate each other for measured periods of time.” Like not killing each other during this vacation, and definitely not during the wedding.
Drake’s mother asked how long that they had been together, apparently assuming that Joel was just another in a long line. Joel knew about Drake’s history, but did his best not to hold it against him. After all, they had fallen into bed together the first night just to flout the tradition of hate. There had been nothing about love, or even affection, just a rebellious streak and sexual attraction. “We wouldn’t be getting married,” Joel said, shooting the woman an exasperated look, “if this was some impulse decision. That’s what Vegas is for.”
He had the feeling that Drake’s family were just going to look at Joel as another notch on the headboard. No matter how long they were together. It had something to do with being immortal, he knew, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t like being considered “questionable taste” either. “If you cheat on me, you’ll have a whole pack to deal with, so I’m not worried,” he shrugged. Drake seemed committed to their relationship, and he loved him, so that had to say something.
Mr Cohen, who had watched quietly up until now, opened his mouth to speak, just as the door swung open and a little old woman with a perm hobbled in with her walker. “What did I miss?” the old lady demanded, apparently thinking that no one had heard her, in spite of her bad hearing, she shouted, “WHAT DID I MISS?”
“You invited her?” Mrs Cohen asked, looking at her husband’s mother with thinly veiled dismay like she usually did.
Joel and his father both shook their heads, but Joel’s father cleared his throat, “Apparently we’re having a… wedding.”
Granny Cohen apparently missed the underlying tone of disapproval in her son’s voice - Joel certainly didn’t - and broke into a big grin, “Excellent, I love weddings! DRINKS ALL AROUND!”
Joel nudged Drake with his elbow and whispered, “I don’t know how she got invited.” He had “lost” her invitation, intending to tell her on his own, when she wouldn’t be causing a scene in front of the vampires.
As if on cue, the old lady caught sight of the vampires. “Well, I’m not offering that kind of drink, but I guess- who’s getting married?”
Mr Cohen made an ugly noise in the back of his throat, “Joel and Drake.”
Gran didn’t so much as skip a beat, “Well, I guess Joel’s the only one who’s getting bitten, y’know what I mean?” She waggled her thinning white eyebrows at Joel and Drake, before claiming the nearest seat, next to Drake’s brother, who scooted away from her. Joel hurried over to grab his grandmother by the arm and lead her over to the werewolf table where she wasn’t so likely to get murdered.
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- Drake rolled his eyes at the woman's comments. He hadn't expected to be like, hell he had never expected Joel to actually like him. But he had, and he did - if he could win over one werewolf, he could win over a few more... Right? Probably not, but he could at least try to do so. Drake had to resist the natural instinct to pull his foot away, out of Joel's range when he stomped down on it. It hardly hurt, and didn't sting for more then a second - but he knew why the man had done it. "It's true though. All naked pigs do is make people want Bacon. And me personally I don't like Bacon..... Do like hot dogs though" he said.
A disgusted sound coming from his throat could be heard from his brother. The two had never gotten along, especially because he was gay and he just didn't approve of that. "No one, needs to hear about how much you like dicks. I think we have all heard enough of your night time escapades to know" he said. His tone was sour and disgusted - his usually tone of voice that he used when talking to him.
"I'm sorry your just jealous over the fact that you can't get laid at all" he said. The two had always went at it- it was life.
"I don't have to be here" his Brother said as he stood up and started walking towards the door to leave.
"Sit down" were the only words that left his Mothers mouth. The tone was different this time - it was harsh, and left zero room for argument. They both knew to listen to her, when she used that tone with them - it was one they were both probably, wisely afraid of. And his Brother turned around with an even more sour look on his face and planted his a** back down in the chair he had left a few seconds ago.
"Right. Now maybe we should take a lesson from the humans. Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns and lots of love. Or some stupid ******** s**t like that" he said as he waved his hand as if dismissing something. The two families really didn't have to spend any time together. "We aren't asking you to become best friends just not to oppose to this" he said. Honestly, he just wanted them to agree to try to like Joel and that was all.
Blake snorted at the comment "The only thing you've ever loved is your d**k" he said. "Well I oppose but them again I oppose to you being my brother" he said as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest like a child would.
"You seem to have under estimated the stupidity of my son. Him getting married impulsively to upset the family is something he would do" his Mother said.
"If that was the case I would have been married a copious amount of times already" he said. Drake had never been married, and his relationship with Joel was the longest one he had ever been in. "This is true..." He said. Already he really wasn't that afraid of a pack of wolves. The only thing he was ever afraid of sometimes was his Mother - and that was with good reason.
Drake quirked an eyebrow as the old woman burst into the room and quietly listened to the conversation at hand. A smirk spread across his face at the mention of someone getting bit - Drake made a point to make sure his fangs were in full view. "Only if he's lucky ya'know. Getting bit is a wonderful gift" he said.
He leaned over closer to Joel with an amused smile on his face. "I like her. Can I keep her? You can keep the puppies though" he said referring to his siblings. He didn't even like his own sibling, he didn't much expect to like Joel's. "Well I think your Grandma is game for coming to the wedding" he said as he grabbed Joels hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"Oh god this is the most disgusting elaborate s**t you have ever pulled. Really Drake" his brother said.
"Sorry I don't take advice from snotty vampires that are younger then me with their heads up their a**" he said as he glanced over his his brother. "This isn't a joke Blake. Far from it" he said as he pulled Joel in closer to him and pressed his lips against his. To make a point, Drake made sure the kiss was a deeper one before pulling away. "Not a joke. Any questions?" He asked.
Drake turned around when he heard the door open. "Sorry I got lost.." She said as she glanced between Drake and Joel apparently not liking how close the two were too each other - or the fact that Drake was holding one of his hands, and had the other on his waist. "And who is this?" She asked giving Joel a 'How dare you steal my man look'
"My b.. I mean my fiancé" he said. That was a weird word to use, one he had never expected to use with a my in front of it. "This is my brothers wife" he said before leaning in closer to Joel "Just pretend she doesn't exist like we all try too" he said softly. He couldn't stand the woman, she was always trying to get him into bed and was clearly just after the families money... And everyone but Blake saw that. Drake couldn't remember mentioning that his Brother was married. He never mentioned the man much. "Don't use her as an accurate representation on vampires. Shes a money hungry ditz" he said.
"HEY. If I have to be respectful..." He started to say but Drake cut him off.
"If the shoe fits wear it. Like I admit to being a man whore...former man whore and her shoe definitely fits" he said.
Drake looked over at his Mother who was eyeing Blake and his ‘wife’, with a disgusted look on her face. The woman had taken a seat on, his lap and was leaning over - probably whispering less than suitable things in his ear, but Drake was not going to listen in on that conversation. “Considering the competition” She started as she turned her head back around to face them. “He’s easily the favorite” She said.