(This is taking way longer than I expected. I might have to make this into a separate story lol. Expect a part three)

Alfred could barely get a wink of sleep once the sun had come up. He knew he had to get his rest, but the adrenaline from wanting to see Francis kept him awake. He was so excited that he fell off of his hanging position and landed on the ground multiple times.
As soon as night came, Alfred dressed himself in his normal attire- a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The chilly night air made him grab a sweater, but otherwise he didn't dress too fancy.
He transformed into a bat, soaring out of his apartment window and landing in the same alley across from the bench he met Francis at.
Okay, Francis, waiting on you here.
Alfred snatched a rat scurrying along the alley and bit down it. Animal blood didn't taste as good as human blood, but Alfred considered it a snack.
"That's disgusting." A familiar voice popped up behind him. "I don't understand how some vampires can eat those pests."
"Francis!" The younger vampire picked up the elder, hugging him tightly and swinging him around.
"It's... Good to see you too?" Francis laughed, awkwardly patting Alfred on the
head.
Alfred put Francis back on the ground, laughing sheepishly. "Sorry, I've just been so excited to see you again. It's been years since I've seen another vampire."
"Really?" Francis looked astonished. "Aren't you apart of a clan?"
"Yeah, but I've never met them. My parents had moved from England before I was born, so I've never seen any other members. My parents didn't especially like our clan, either, so even though I'm technically bound to the clan, I've never considered myself a part of it. I mean, my parents were killed when I was a baby, so I didn't even understand I was part of a clan until much later. Hell, I didn't even know I was a vampire."
Francis nodded. "I understand now. You're lucky you're able to branch away from your clan. As for me..." His voice trailed away. "Never mind. That is another story."
"Yeah, I get it, no worries." Alfred respected Francis' privacy, changing the subject. "Have you eaten yet?" He asked.
Francis shook his head no. "Would you like to come me with me? We could get to know each other better..."
Alfred didn't have to think twice. He transformed and launched into the sky, Francis close behind.
~
Alfred admired the way Francis drank. Gentle, careful, sensual even. He usually slipped into someone's room and started with a slow kiss on the neck. Then his fangs slipped through, gently piercing the victim. He drank slowly and quietly, and when he was done he licked up whatever was left.
"You barely drank anything!" Alfred hissed at Francis as they flew to their next location.
"I drank plenty! You drink too much, if that's the case!" Francis rolled his little bat eyes and turned away from Alfred, looking towards their destination.
Alfred stared at the smaller bat. Francis' fur was a perfect honey color, not too brown, not too yellow. His fangs were still small and sharp, and his wings were glossy and well-groomed.
God he's so gorgeous. Alfred thought. Even as an animal.
Alfred was slightly larger than Francis as a bat, and his wingspan was also longer. His fur was a light shade of brown mixed with auburn, and was slightly scrappy. Mainly because he accidentally ran into buildings a lot. He tried to lick his fur down to make himself look more presentable, but even then some hairs stuck up.
Alfred hung his head. He was stupid for thinking someone as amazing as Francis would ever give him a second glance. Hell, he wasn't even sure if they were friends. Still, that one time he made him blush played over and over in his head. Maybe he did have a chance after all.
~
For the next few weeks, Alfred met Francis at their same spot, having meals together.
Alfred found out that Francis liked to complain about everything; the sloppy way Alfred liked to drink, Alfred's habit of drinking animal blood, the way Alfred didn't keep his fur neat when he was in bat form, mainly everything about Alfred. It was kind of cute, actually.
One thing Francis complained about the most was how much he hated America. The way the blood tasted was his main complaint, whining that he missed his home in France.
"Why are you here then, dude?" Alfred finally asked him as they sat on a rooftop, overlooking the city. He was finally comfortable enough around Francis to call him dude. Nicknames would be next.
"I'm in hiding." Francis sighed. "I wasn't careful enough, and I had to flee."
"How long have you been in hiding?" Alfred asked, offering him a square of chocolate.
Francis turned down the offer and replied, "A few years. I'm not sure if it's safe to go back."
"I'm sure you'd be okay if you went back." Alfred reassured his friend, with a mouthful of chocolate. "It's better than staying here. I mean, you hate it here."
"Don't talk with your mouth full... And, I don't hate it..." Francis looked down and drew circular motions with his fingers on his legs. Why was he acting so nervous?
"I thought you said-"
"Oui, but..." Francis mumbled. He was blushing. Why was he blushing?!
"Francis...?" Alfred's stomach was churning, frightened. What was Francis trying to say?
"I have to go." Francis snapped suddenly and blasted off of the roof, leaving Alfred in his dust.
"Wait! Francis!" Alfred called after him, but he had already vanished into the night.