Title: Under Pressure
Author: Mrs Mustang
Disclaimer: I do not own The Saga of Darren Shan, nor its characters. Those belong to the fabulous author Darren Shan. I am merely loaning them for a while, to have some fun. I'm also not making any money out of this. So please don't sue me. Thank you.
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Kurda Smahlt/Larten Crepsley , Larten Crepsley/Arra Sails.
Summary: A walk turns out to something completely different.
Rated: M, for sexual situation.
Warnings: Yaoi, don't like, don't read.
Spoilers: Book 5 spoiler.
Author's Note: Well yes, a lovely pairing. Please read and review. By the way, I decided to make this a stand-alone and deleted the second chapter, because it was best that way, and I changed the title, too.

Under Pressure

The becoming Vampire Prince decided that it wouldn't do any good if he just stood with the vampaneze. Darren was gone and there was nothing he could do about it now. The boy was probably dead already. Drowned. Poor little boy. He decided that a walk would do him good.

After being walking for a while, his ears caught the sound of a female moaning. He walked closer. Curious. If that were the sound of Ana Lucia Carlisle, the female vampire that had graced his coffin during this Council, he'd be devastated. But hopefully it were not. Who was there? The sound got only louder. "Ah!" It was the voice that belonged to Arra Sails, no doubt about it. He sighed happily. It wouldn't take a genius to know who was making her feel good. As he walked closer he got a glimpse of the brunette and her lover. She was pressed against the cold wall of stone. Her mouth wide open. Clothes ripped from her body. The person pressing her against it, were as he had been expected. A tall man. Pale. Orange hair. Red clothes.

He had his pants around the ankles. Shirt tails hanging over his bare ass as he thrust inside of her.

Sexy…

Kurda walked out of sight, so they couldn't take him for watching. He listened as the moaning only got louder. His heart beating fast. Blood pumping into his abdomen. He couldn't take it. He was tense, and needed to release himself, because of what happened to Darren. That's probably why they were fucking. Larten was so nervous about Darren. He didn't even know the boy was gone, maybe dead even. No Ana Lucia here, so he unbuckled his belt and made a quick job of it.

Closed his eyes. Had to bite his lower lip to keep his moan low as he came. Only a low purr leaving his wet lips. The orgasm sending a shock through his slender body. Feeling the semen all over his hands a few seconds later.

He was about to raise and buckle his belt, but someone picked up his right hand, and licked the cum off it. The roughness of the tongue against his soft skin. He opened his eyes. Watched the lovely face that belonged to Larten Crepsley. Darren Shan's mentor. Arra Sails' ex-mate. His pants still around his ankles. Lust filled his eyes. Didn't he just fuck his ex?

"Could not keep yourself from watching, huh?" the man asked. Not embarrassed, although his lower self was almost completely naked. Kurda was speechless. The man above him only smiled. Got to his knees, and kissed Kurda. His tongue finding its way through Kurda's parted lips. Larten's hand stroking Kurda's groin, bringing it back to life. He broke the kiss as if he would die if he didn't. "On your knees, Prince." Somehow, Kurda obeyed.

Larten raised, put his pants on properly. Winked at Kurda and walked away. The younger male panted. The man he outranked had just fucked him. He had made him moan. Plead. Cum.

He had been under pressure.

The End