A/N This is a Mighty Boosh fanfiction, with a Vince Noir/Howard Moon pairing. I have never read any Mighty Boosh fanfiction (shock, horror!), but this is a gift for my friend, Ellie. This is the first time I've posted my writing, so I'm quite terrified of what people will think, so constructive criticism would be awesome.

This is a oneshot, sorry it's very short.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are owned by Noel Fielding and Julian Barrett, the BBC, The Mighty Boosh, etc. I just took them out to play with, and I will put them back intact. Promise.

Thanks. [x]

Wandering

Vince walked alone backstage, avoiding machinery and pieces of set, nodding politely at backstage crew and excited fans with special passes. He wandered aimlessly with his thoughts, not particularly going anywhere or looking for anything.

As he sauntered further away from the stage, towards the back of the building, the lights became dimmer, the air started to feel damp and the floor and walls became dirty. The sounds of all the rushing and nervous laughter before a show quieted gradually until Vince could hear nothing but his echoing footsteps and soft breathing.

Looking around, he realised that he had been wandering down a narrow corridor. A sense of forbidding was almost overwhelming. Vince looked over his shoulder at the busy scene he had left. He was about to leave when a small sound caught his attention. Taking a few cautious steps forward, Vince saw a door that had been left slightly ajar. The room was lit up, and as Vince stepped in he saw a dust-filled area with long forgotten props and stage furniture covered in white sheets. But Vince's attention was immediately caught by a small figure huddled in the corner, a small sobbing figure that looked a lot like...

"Howard?"

Vince took a step toward the figure and saw that it was Howard, and that he was crying. Howard looked up and saw Vince, even though he knew he would recognise that voice anywhere. That angelic, beautiful voice, that haunted Howard's dreams and was what made him immediately captivated by Vince, who had been the object of Howard's desires for quite some time.

"Why are you crying?" Vince asked, sounding concerned. Howard thought his heart would melt, Vince was always so caring, sweet and sensitive.

"I...I...I can't tell you," Howard stuttered a little pathetically.

"Why?" Vince asked as he went over to Howard and pulled him onto his feet. The two men were standing inches apart now and could feel the other man's ghostly breath, and they were both enamoured by it.

"Because..." Howard couldn't take it any longer. He held both his hands up, almost touching either side of Vince's face. He held that pose for a second, looking deep into Vince's alluring eyes, asking permission. Vince opened his mouth as if to protest, but shut it quickly, realising he didn't want to. Howard smiled softly, then leaned forward and captured Vince's lips with his own. A thousand emotions swelled inside Howard as he felt Vince respond to his soft, insistent lips. He gently poured all of his feelings into that one, slight kiss.

Vince then pulled away before smirking at Howard. Howard barely had time to process how sexy Vince looked smirking like that, as a moment later Vince was pushing Howard hard up against a wall, attacking Howard's lips with his own. Vince ran his tongue along Howard's lips, asking entrance. Howard opened his mouth slightly and was then lost in pure bliss as Vince's mouth worked magic.

A few moments later, they broke apart, both feeling elated and excited, and looking slightly ruffled. Howard grabbed Vince and pulled him into a warm embrace, whispering in his ear,

"Because I thought I would never get to do that with you."