Title: Right Or Wrong
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,662
Author's Note: Spoilers for the Moonlight episodes "Fated To Pretend" and "Sonata."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
How dare they, Josef thought as he paced across his living room floor. How dare people say that his relationship with Mick was wrong simply because he was the one who had turned Mick the second time. He had every right to be with the man he loved.
Apparently, there was a horrible double standard in the vampire community, he thought, his lip curling at the idea. If a woman turned a man before she slept with him, then it was fine for them to be together. But two men? No, that was wrong.
It disgusted him that such homophobia could exist, but should he really be surprised? Josef asked himself, sighing inwardly. Not really, considering that there was still such anti-gay sentiment in the human world. He should expect the vamp community to follow suit.
Funny how so many of them thought that they were above humans, but still clung to the human way of looking at things, he thought wryly as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. Mick would be here soon, and he wanted to talk to his boyfriend about this.
No matter what anyone might think, he wasn't giong to end his relationship with Mick, Josef told himself, his inner voice strong and defiant. He loved Mick too much to give him up. Nothing could ever make him do that -- not even facing the true death.
Mick was a part of him, heart, body and soul, in a way that no one else had ever been or ever could be. Giving him up was out of the question; if he and Mick went their separate ways, then there would always be a gaping hole in his life that nothing could ever fill.
He had never thought that he wouldn't want to live without another person by his side. Not even when he'd lost Sarah had he thought for one moment that he'd want to end his own life because he no longer had her there with him. Nothing could make him want that.
Nothing except the thought of losing Mick. The other man had entwined himself so completely into Josef's life that the thought of carrying on without him had no savor; without Mick, he would live out the rest of eternity as nothing more than an empty shell in a drifting existence.
That was not going to happen, he told himself, keeping his inner voice firm. Mick wasn't going to leave him just because some people happened to think that two men shouldn't be together if one was the other's sire; he would just laugh at that attitude.
Josef had made himself laugh when those words had been said to him; he'd brushed it off as being a silly thought that didn't bother him. But that wasn't the truth; the very idea that someone could think the love he shared with Mick was wrong made him angry enough to kill.
Mick would think the same way as he did -- wouldn't he? Josef wanted to believe that; he wanted to be able to tell himself that Mick would tell anybody who thought the two of them being together was wrong could go straight to hell in the proverbial handbasket.
But there was always that little seed of doubt that Mick might feel they were wrong as well -- especially since Josef was technically considered to be his sire now. The idea that Mick might feel uncomfortable with their relationship in any capacity just wouldn't go away.
Yes, he would have turned again on his own, once that compound wore off -- but they hadn't waited. Josef had turned him. True, it had been for the wrong reasons at the time; reasons that Mick had tried to convince them both were true, when they'd known otherwise.
If they'd waited, then maybe that bitch would be dead. That would certainly make life easier for the both of them, Josef thought with another sigh. She wasn't a part of Mick's life any more, but she went out of her way to try to be on the outskirts of any place that he was.
At least she hadn't tried to splash what they were across the front pages of that cheap gossip rag she had formerly worked for -- and she knew enough not to go to her fancy government boss with stories of rogue vampires. She'd been warned about that, more than once.
Had she been the one who had leaked the information about what they really were to her boss not so long ago? They would never know; she could protest all she wanted that it hadn't been here, but Josef would always believe that had been her doing.
At the time, she'd known that she was losing what little hold she had over Mick, and she was desperate to keep him in any way she could. Josef was sure that she'd only meant to expose him, and to keep Mick safe -- but it hadn't worked out that way.
That wasn't something he needed to concern himself with at the moment, though. He had a much more important question in his mind -- namely, what would Mick think of what was being said about the two of them, about their relationship, within the vampire community?
Mick wasn't going to walk away from him. Josef knew that. They might have differing ways of viewing the human race, and there might be some things that they would never agree on. But Mick loved him with a fierce protectiveness, just as much as he loved the other man.
The fact that some of their kind didn't think that the two of them being together was right didn't matter to either of them, he told himself. Mick would think the same way that he did about this. He had to believe that; he had to believe that his boyfriend wouldn't let others' opinions matter.
Taking a deep breath, Josef went to the bar at the side of the room, pouring himself a glass of blood with hands that only shook a little. Mick was going to walk through that door any time now, and they could talk about this. He would get the reassurance he needed.
There was no way that Mick was going to think the two of them were wrong for loving each other. Right or wrong, he wouldn't leave. They would go on as they were -- and probably even be stronger for knowing that there were some who didn't believe they should be together.
Josef tossed back the contents of the glass in two gulps, then poured another. Clutching the glass in his hand, he went to the couch, sitting down and facing the door. He wanted to be sitting here, looking calm and collected, when Mick walked through that door.
They would talk about this tonight, and he would explain how he was feeling -- his anger at the thought of anyone disapproving of their relationship, at the homophobia that was barely covered up, at the unfairness of the double standard for men and women.
It didn't matter if they were right or wrong. For them, even if their relationship was looked down upon, it was the right kind of wrong -- and they weren't going to break apart and deny that they loved each other simply to appease anyone else's outraged sense of propriety.
Josef's lip curled again as he thought of the thinly veiled insults that had been leveled at him in his office that afternoon. Well, that vampire would soon find his business going down in flames -- Kostan Industries would destroy him. In more ways than one.
His company was far too powerful for anyone who he did business with to think that they could go up against him and win. Other vampires had tried to pit themselves against him before, both in the personal realm and in business. And they had always wound up losing.
This time would be no different. It didn't matter whether everyone they knew thought they were wrong for being together -- he and Mick would thumb their noses at them all. He didn't care if they were right or wrong; all he cared about was being with the man he loved.
There was no reason for him to get upset about this, Josef told himself for what felt like the hundredth time. Mick would see things his way. If there was anyone who believed in equality and fairness for everyone, no matter what they were, it was Mick.
So what if others thought they were wrong to be together? Even if it was wrong, it was the right kind of wrong, at least for them. And nothing was ever going to tear them apart -- not disapproval, not threats, not anything in the world.
Leaning back against the couch cushions, Josef closed his eyes, trying to relax. Mick would be here soon, and this would all be out in the open. He and his boyfriend would laugh about this, and he could put any fears and doubts he might have about them to rest.
Right or wrong, they would stay together, Josef told himself. Mick would feel the same way he did -- that they were never going to be torn apart, not for any reason. And if anyone tried it, then they would show the world just how formidable a force the two of them could be.***