Take your fangs, thanks

It was late at night, and there was just enough space for three boys to sleep on the second floor of the caravan. Although it was a bit crowded, it was only one night in total, and De Winter's parents thought it could make do.

Arman thought so too, until he actually lay on it, huddled with his two brothers, and he found that he had a rare insomnia...

Sitting in the RV for a day is also quite exhausting, and not long after the transformation, Josh's physical strength was a little bit behind his brothers.He fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, and the smell of Rigoletto surrounded him, which made him feel particularly at ease.

Arman was lying on the other side of Rigoletto, almost fidgeting, well, the headroom of the caravan didn't even allow him to sit up straight.Normally, he didn't think much of it. After all, the two younger brothers often slept together when they were young, so Arman didn't think it was unusual even if he knew that they slept together in Rigoletto's apartment.

However, recalling the scene I accidentally saw in the evening...

Arman felt his nerves tense, and his whole body trembled.He simply climbed down to the second floor lightly, opened the car door and walked outside. When the cold wind blew, he felt that his mind was much clearer.

What's the use of being sober!

Arman stared at the starry sky in a daze, how could he expect his two younger brothers to get together suddenly?When did it start?What do you plan to do in the future?And why are you all brothers, but you have to leave yourself alone?Ah bah, that doesn't count in the end, he still likes sweet and soft girls, ah, even if he likes boys, he won't be his younger brother...

Arman's thoughts became more and more confused, and Rigoletto didn't even notice when he walked behind him.

Riglito patted Arman on the shoulder, and Arman jumped up in the next instant.

Riglito looked at him: "... Are your ears just for display?"

"You're the one!" Arman retorted subconsciously. He was almost used to arguing with Rigoletto for so many years. Then he remembered what he was thinking just now, and he took a step back and took a deep breath. .

"Rig, I think we should talk."

"Hmm." Rigoletto's expression remained unchanged, which made Arman almost think that what he saw in the afternoon was just an illusion.

But in fact, even if they are brothers, they won't kiss each other like this after they grow up, right?Besides, Josh has been away from home for many years. Even if he and Rigoletto spend more time together, it shouldn't be considered that he has developed the habit of kissing brothers, right?

Arman is sometimes a little nervous, but this time he is also rarely sensitive to his brother's affairs.

"You and Josh..."

"We are together." Rigoletto interrupted Arman without waiting for him to finish.

Arman stared at him, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

"...And then?" Arman squeezed out a few sounds from his throat.

"What and then?" Rigoletto frowned, as if expressing helplessness at Arman's stupidity, "Then what can we do, we are still a family, but now that we know it, you have to save some for Josh and me once in a while." private space."

Arman was struck by lightning, and Rigoletto's candid appearance made him almost think that he was the one who had the problem. He shook his tongue: "You, you mean, you think it's normal for brothers to be together?"

"It's not very common." Rigoletto thought for a while, "But if you meet him, what should you do?"

"Ask me why!" Arman whispered, he was still a little conscious, deliberately lowered his voice so as not to wake up the de Winter couple, "then you plan to tell your parents?"

"I thought they would know sooner or later?"

"What a ghost!" Arman cursed in a low voice, "You'd better get them mentally prepared earlier."

Riglito asked curiously, "Could they be furious because of this?"

"Small thing?!"

"Yeah, nothing has changed for them, we are still a family."

Arman was caught up in what Rigoletto said, and he scratched his head, as if it was true?

Riglito ignored him and continued: "The only thing I worry about is whether Josh may have misunderstood the relationship between us, such as mistaking dependence for liking."

Arman nodded: "Yes, did you ask clearly?"

"Hmm." Rigoletto seemed a little embarrassed, but insisted on telling Arman, "When I kissed him before, he couldn't control his little fangs at all."

This is a special manifestation of a vampire's estrus. The impulse to stick out his fangs has the same meaning as...

Arman's face flushed red when Rigoletto finished saying this, and he couldn't help kicking Rigoletto: "Who wants to listen to you! Why are you such a beast? Josh is underage..."

Rigoletto brushed his trouser legs, but said nothing.

Arman wanted to yell to vent, but he didn't dare to make a loud noise, so he squatted on the ground and let out an "ah" breath.

Rigoletto felt that this behavior was too stupid, so he turned around and walked into the car - now he could be crowded with Josh openly because of the small space, and he didn't want to waste time.

"Wait for me." Arman chased after him.

Rigoletto paused, and then he suddenly asked, "Arman, do you feel that there are too many bats around us recently?"

Just as they were saying this, a black bat passed over the heads of the two of them. Arman looked up and said, "Is that so..."

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

……

On Christmas Eve, snowflakes really fell in the sky, or maybe it was because their route was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. In short, the snowflakes fell coolly on the tip of the nose, which made Josh very happy.

The road up is no longer open to traffic, and all vehicles are parked in a post station.Speaking of it, this snow-capped mountain can be regarded as a tourist attraction, but since the owner of the ski resort is a vampire after all, he did not hype his business, so even in the peak travel season, there are still few tourists here, and there are only such people in the parking lot. An RV takes up the place all by itself.

The hostess of the inn got up from the bed with a sigh of relief. She was holding a warm water bag, and her hair was a little disheveled.

"This will go up the mountain?" She was a little casual, and smacked her mouth twice.It can be seen that there are really few tourists here. The hostess looked at the Deventer family curiously, and said hesitantly, "Even if you are a young man, I'm afraid it's a bit rare to dress like this."

Mrs. de Winter smiled, but didn't answer: "Help us prepare five horses, can you?"

"It's snowing, and the mountain road is difficult to walk..." The hostess frowned.

"Twice the price." Mr. De Winter opened his wallet, took out a stack of banknotes and put it on the table, "You can give these horses something to eat and replenish their energy."

The hostess sighed and accepted the money: "Okay, but it's really dangerous. Don't you need a tour guide?"

"No, we have been here before." Mrs. de Winter replied, this is not a lie, she and her lover liked to come here a few decades ago, and the inn was managed by an old man. He brought a granddaughter who lost her parents by his side. Now that the granddaughter has grown up, she no longer knows these people who have been here before.

The hostess didn't say anything anymore, she bowed her waist and greeted the guys in the stable.

The De Winter family rode on to the ski slopes at the top of the mountain.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Mrs. De Winter held her mobile phone, ready to greet the owner of the ski resort in advance.

Mr. de Winter did not give up any opportunity to express his affection: "My dear, I will do as you like."

Arman lowered his head and said nothing.He has nothing to say. Ever since he knew that his two brothers were together, he felt that he was the most redundant and pitiful person in this journey.

"Turkey?" Mrs. de Winter's eyes lit up. "Everyone eats turkey at Christmas."

Mr. De Winter let out a hearty laugh: "It's really you, Eva."

Josh tilted his head and chatted with Rigletto: "I really didn't expect vampires to celebrate Christmas."

"Why can't vampires?" Rigletto's eyes fell on Josh's face, and a snowflake just fell on Josh's eyelashes. He let his horse move closer to Josh, poked his head out in Josh's Blowing on the eyes.

Arman looked up at the sky, feeling that he shouldn't be blind.

"Because isn't Christmas commemorating God?" Josh tilted his head and smiled. Although he didn't pay much attention to the school's religion class, it's common sense that Christmas is a religious festival. Vampires have come to this kind of festival. I feel some black humor.

"Sometimes we just need an opportunity to be with the one we love." Rigoletto whispered.

Unfortunately, Mrs. de Winter heard it, and she turned her head: "Yes, share the same moment with my family and lover." She seemed to wink at Josh, but Josh hadn't had time to think Significant of that, Mrs. de Winter had turned back and continued chatting with Mr. de Winter.

When I arrived at the ski resort just in time for dinner, the owner of the ski resort was an old acquaintance of Mr. De Winter, a half-blood vampire, Parker.

If he hadn't known in advance that he was a vampire, Josh could hardly tell that this simple middle-aged man was a vampire.He entertained the Derwent family very warmly. The dinner was really rich. In addition to the oily roast chicken, there were also various meats and blood of all blood types.

Josh was so full that he rubbed his stomach as soon as he got back into the room.

The room was a hotel standard double room, and Arman took away a separate room card without making a sound, which surprised Josh. He felt that Arman might already know something.