Moving In And Moving On

Dragomir had never lived with anyone before. When he had still lived in Romania Dragomir had been hiding what he was and thus he had never moved in with his lovers, or even had a roommate. Many had proposed it to Dragomir but everytime it led to him turning it down, then to a fight and eventually breaking up.
But this time Dragomir had been the one to propose it. Well, as a friend at first. Dragomir had thought Dick would be fun and easy to live with and they got along swell so there probably wouldn't be much fights. Then Dick's feelings had come to the surface, confusing Dragomir. But Dragomir had refused to let go of his plans to be roommates and here they almost a month later, dating and moving in to their shared house. Dragomir tried to think of it as being roommates, not living together. But still the latter made him much more excited and happier.

Dragomir was driving the van he had rented for today, it was big and yet it barely fit their stuff. Dick really hadn't had much but Dragomir had almost three times as much. He had all his sewing equipment, studio props for photoshoots, mannequins, bed, desk and soooooo many clothes. Dragomir was considering selling some.
Neither Drago or Dick had money for hiring paid help so they'd be carrying everything themselves. Drago wasn't particularly weak but it had been tough for him to carry his bed to the van, even with Dick's help. These times were the ones when Drago wished he had inherited some of that strength vampires usually had. Dick and Dragomir were chatting random things while Dragomir drove and eventually they arrived at the house they were renting. The rent was really good considering the house had two bedrooms, a living room, joint kitchen and dining room and two bathrooms. It was a steal and Dragomir was proud he had found it.
Dragomir parked in front of the house on the street and hopped right out, grinning. He was wearing comfortable clothes today, a black t-shirt and dark red sweatpants, and his hair was on a tight bun.
"Come on, let's get to it! The sooner we start the quicker we actually get to the 'living' part of this ordeal."
Dragomir laughed, in a good mood, and circled the van to throw the back doors open.

@Ephemral

Dragomir opened the van's doors and just in time to hear Dick's words while looking at the huge difference between the amount of stuff each of them brought. Dragomir leaned to the side and squinted at Dick slightly, cocking a brow.
"Are you sure you aren't just a bum? You have really little stuff, seriously. Well, I guess that's to be expected of Little D?"
Dragomir grinned teasingly and dug out the keys to the house from his pocket, two of them. His had an artistic keychain with a mexican skull surrounded by flowers. And Dick's key had a keychain Dragomir had made himself. It was Dick's initials DCM in a row, and it was made from dark wood and painted black and red, Dragomir's favourite colours.
Dragomir went to Dick and gave the other one to him, with a little bow to make it more fancy.
"Here you go, Mr. Dick Chelsea Max. Your very own house key, with a twist. Use it wisely."
Dragomir chuckled and leaned over to give Dick a deep kiss. Just how Dick liked it.
"And like that it's official. No turning back. Want to go open the door?"
Dragomir smiled and head to the door without waiting for an answer. He stopped and waited for Dick next to the door, gesturing for him to open it when he would catch up.

Dragomir's smile almost faltered when Dick answered him. The joke they had going on reminded him of his current situation, how Dragomir was basically starving himself. He needed to feed on sexual energy at least once every three months, and it had already been over two months since the last time he had fed with Endrit. Dragomir was feeling more and more tired every week, he knew the symptoms. Drinking blood was a temporary relief but now even that was growing less effective. Dragomir was worried.
But now he shed those thoughts, it wasn't time for them. Dragomir kept smiling at Dick and grinned a bit.
"Depends on the definition of a bum, don't you think?"
Dragomir laughed a bit.

Dragomir felt relief when Dick seemed to like the keychain. It was true, he had spent some time and effort on it and he had asked a friend from the art department to show him how to do detailed wood carvings. That had been the same friend who had helped him with the cuff links for Dick. And the kiss that Dick returned to him was also proof enough, and Dragomir let himself sink into it for a second before they separated. Dragomir answered Dick's grin and in all honesty did not want to step away from him.

When Dick opened the door Dragomir felt excited and happy beyond belief, although they had seen the house before. But now it was officially theirs, and they were free to build whatever they wanted from it. Dragomir had the widest smile and when Dick hugged him Dragomir hugged back with all he head and laughed along with joy. Dragomir didn't cry yet, he would save that for later, and he smiled at Dick gently and brushed his tears of joy away.
"You know, I think getting together with you might've been one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. And that's not a lie."
Dragomir gave Dick a quick, gentle kiss and tugged him towards the van by his hand, grinning.
"Let's get hauling. We should start from your stuff, since that will be over quick."

Dragomir observed how Dick fumbled around with his mattress, amused and concerned at the same time. He went to support it from the other side, able to feel how heavy the thing was.
"How much bed space does one man need?"
Dragomir said with an amused tone, and raised a brow at Dick when he said he had the mattress by himself.
"Somehow I doubt that, but I'll leave you to it. Less work for me."
Dragomir grinned, partly joking since he was prepared to jump in and help anytime. He grabbed Dick's suitcases and hopped out of the van after Dick, looking at the mattress flopping around and feeling bit worried.
"I got the cases. Let's get this...thing inside before you get smothered under it."
Dragomir head to the door and on the way did his best to support the mattress so it wouldn't fall. He was unable to help with the carrying itself since he had Dick's suitcases.
After they somehow got the mattress inside and in Dick's room Dragomir exhaled and set the suitcases on the floor and turned to grin at Dick.
"Are you sure you didn't just want to boast with your strength by lifting that mattress all by yourself?"
Dragomir snickered and went over to give Dick a kiss, smiling slyly.
"Because it kinda worked. I'm impressed."
Dragomir sneaked a quick feel at Dick's arms and their muscles before he slipped out of the room, beckoning Dick to follow.
"We're not done yet, hot stuff. Come on."

As Dick poked his cheek in passing Dragomir tired feigning shock and hurt but he was too busy grinning and being happy, so there was no space for such negtive feelings. Instead he just wanted to hug Dick and laugh. Well, that would've been hard at tye moment since Dick was carrying the punching bag. So Dragomir went to grab the bucketful of melted pennies and squinted at Dick.
"Excuse you, I nearly never lag. I'm the one who has been pushing you all this time, asshole."
Dragomir snickered and walked past Dick to the door, swaying the penny bucket merrily as he did. He occasionally glanved back at Dick in case he needed help with the punching bag.

In Dick's room Dragomir set the penny bucket on the floor with a heavy thud and dusted his hands, smiling widely. As Dick brought the punching bag in Dragomir turned to him with a serious face.
"Are you ready for the real challenge now?"
Naturally Dragomir was talking about his own stuff, which there was a lot of. But in particular he meant his bedframe, which was made of dark iron.
"We better start with my bedframe, it's heavy as fuck. I bet it can beat your mattress with ease."