this is my first fanfiction, so i kept it simple. i hope you will not hate me to much :D

WARNING: THIS IS YAOI! =boyxboy :D

im so sad! i do not own any of them D: i wish, but they are darren shans... lucky basterd


Evra's POV

The waiting game. I normally don't mind waiting, I get to think, have time to myself, and usually it's just a nice quite thing. Not today, my head hurts, I feel lonely without him, and the silence is killing me! This is all her fault. She has pushed my best friend into a Date with her. I bet she is raping him, or something just as bad.

I should explain better, before starting another rant about her. You see, 'she' is Debbie, a nice girl who I happen to hate for stealing my best friend. 'He' is Darren, my closest friend, who kindly took me with him on this vacation with Mr. Crepsley.

All three of us are staying in this hotel until Mr. Crepsley is done his work here, whatever it is. I am Evra von.

And before it is asked, No its Just Von. Geez.

I have always had a small crush on Darren. The first day I saw him (at a cirque du freak performance) I remember thinking he was hot. I saw him sneaking around back stage and only wished he was joining. Be careful what you wish for… never believed it until I found Darren in my tent. I really did not care that he was a vampire; I still only acknowledged at the back of my mind he was hot. JUST hot, because he was also my new room mate.

Since then I have slowly started to like him more and more. His cute blush at the most random of moments, his very open-mindedness, and his sweet personality. I had long ago accepted my bisexuality; I never denied it when asked. (*cough, cough* he never asked…) But he never told me his sexual preference either. (Actually, it never came up in conversation, ever.)

Always I was trying to get anything from him, a comment, a stutter, an evil glare, Anything! But the most he would do is blush that cute blush of his. Example: when I was showing him my snake tongue and he asked what the inside of my nose tasted like without snot or hairs. I just had to offer for him to lick my stomach, I knew he would say no, but the time it took him to decline and the immediate blush is what sent all my blood south that night. But this is the most I ever get from him D:

Just earlier that day as he was getting ready for his date with her, he had asked me how he looked; I had told him he looked so good I could date him. He sucks at the double meanings and hidden messages game apparently. Many times I have hit on him, and he would just look at me like I meant something else, he is way too innocent sometimes.

I can't sit still any longer, I have been waiting for him for to long, a whole half hour! This really says something about my patients today. But it feels like forever. Just thinking about him and how he will be home soon makes me happy. I imagine his arms around me in a hug as he walks in to greet me, our lips connecting. Ok, now I am really happy. A frigid cold shower sounds good about now.

One of the side effects of him being my room mate is usually getting changed together. Wow, I needed to build up a lot of self restraint to see that porcelain white back and tight stomach on a daily bases without running off to masturbate (no, he doesn't have a six pack, but I guess he doesn't need one, being so hot and inhumanly strong anyways.)

Which is another hard thing, (hehehe, sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that.) when he is there, I can't just whip it out like I used to and get it over with. I have to go to a bathroom and be discrete, my shower to hand ratio has definitely changed as well.

I stepped into the shower, trying to decide whether to have a warm shower with Mr. Hand, or a quicker cold one. I would need to have a warm shower to wash up after anyways, so why not just start with one, Darren would be away for a long time anyways. The thought of Darren sold me, so I turned the warm water on and dived into one of my favorite fantasies.

Darren was sitting on a bed in front of me in a very suggestive position, nothing but a small pair of his normal black briefs on. By this I mean in my dreams, he only wore briefs or, even better, went free to the wind. Normally In reality, he wore boxers like a normal person, leaving more to my imagination. But here I could clearly see his arousal; he beckoned me with his eyes. (Mmm, my favorite 'come hither' look ;P.)

I crawled into the bed and grabbed him firmly around the waits so we would collapse together in a heap on the pillows. We kissed passionately before he abruptly pulled away, nipping along my chin and down my neck. 'His' hand found my left nipple and started tweaking it, while his tongue was dipping in and out of my navel.

'Mhhnnn, Darren… stop teasing…gasp… please!' he listened, (well of course he did, this is MY fantasy, he does what I want) and moved down to take the tip in his mouth. Running his tongue up the slit, he started to hum. ' moan, Darren, I'm gonna-' I came in his mouth at that second, and he swallowed it all 'I love you Darren, do you love me?' I knew he would not answer, he never had time before reality blurred into effect and I was standing in the shower pinching my nipple and holding my limp member.

It was just us guys in this suite and nobody else was there anyways, I left to my room in a towel. Dropping my laundry beside my bag and pulling on a pair of clean boxers. It was warm, I did not need anything else, and Darren had seen me like this a thousand times anyways.


*ducks* please, throw soft things! i beg of you, have mercy, and hopefully chapter two will be better. i already have it written out, but will only post it if you agree to review. wow, i feel like a masochist... BRING OUT THE WHIP BABY! love: the sibley :3