This was written as a response to a One Hour Challenge fic hosted by the site: Destiny's Gateway Romantic Fanfiction Archive. It was a lot of fun. I highly recommend it. The challenge I chose was this: #103 Your Couple must be in a compromising position. And since I love some Gabriel Van Helsing/ Vladislaus Dracula with my tea, I wrote this. Reviews would be much appreciated.

Warnings: Slash and sexual content…and Dracula

He pressed his back more firmly against the frigid stone behind him. Despite the common misconception, he wasn't able to see in pitch black darkness. He did need some light to see. What he didn't need was the man in front of him to push his solid body even closer to his own. It had been centuries since Vlad Dracula had been overwhelmed by a cramped space and unforgiving heat. Gabriel Van Helsing's heart was pounding away in his chest mercilessly taunting Vlad with its steady rhythm.

They weren't even sure who they were running from. One moment they had been walking together hidden comfortably in the shadows of the night when a hideous weapon made out of silver had slashed the Count across the back. It had hurt, but it had healed. Now they were tucked in a small alleyway hidden in a small stone structure beside a rundown home.

Vlad didn't like it in there. He didn't know what was in there with them. He couldn't see properly. And all his other senses were flooding with details of his former enemy and regained lover. Vlad was broiling from being forced to absorb the other man's body heat due to such close proximity. Gabriel's scent drowned out all others-a deep masculine smell. Something Vlad had often wondered if he possessed back when he was human. Gabriel's harsh breathing rasped against his hears and despite himself the vampire Count felt a tingle in his groin. Even at such an obscene time, Vlad wanted the man before him.
Perhaps he'd startled for Gabriel whispered close to his ear, "What is it?"

The raven haired man turned his head and accidently bumped noses with his companion. He couldn't help but chuckle. Just like he couldn't help but to bite his lip with aroused fangs when Gabriel shifted and excited the organ in the front of his pants even more.

Gabriel then paused and although Vlad couldn't see it, he was sure an exasperated stare was being thrown his way. It bothered him that Gabriel could cup his growing arousal with perfect precision in the dark. Vlad's lips fell open and a small cry came from between them.

"Seriously Vlad?" Gabriel hissed.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his accent thickening.

He heard Gabriel sigh, though he did not move his hand away. It was to be expected. Gabriel was never the type of man to leave someone in need. Vlad wasn't sure if he'd fed enough that day to actually be capable of blushing, but he knew his cheeks were burning. He pushed his hips forward into the calloused hand as a desperate silent plea. In response Gabriel pressed into Vlad as deeply as he could, letting the other immortal feel his own arousal. Vlad's knees nearly gave out as a hot lick traveled up his sensitive neck, and he was then glad there was a wall behind him.

Vlad turned his head once more seeking Gabriel's lips. It took a moment in the fogginess of his own lust but he did find them, and when he did he wasn't about to let them go. He easily let Gabriel conquer his mouth, whimpering when his aching fangs were teased with a sure tongue.

The monster hunter let a cocky chuckle rumble in his throat, and the monster surged his hips forward.

His pants were too tight, but he was too hesitant to open them. And in all honesty Vlad was ashamed of himself for not taking advantage of the situation and having his way with Gabriel on the floor of this ramshackle building. Yet he knew that he would not be the one taking that evening.

Gabriel pressed back against his hips with as much force as Vlad, the friction of their clothing providing the bare minimum for their hurried coupling. Vlad wound his arms around his lover, one hand desperately clinging to the worn leather coat, the other fisting this chestnut curls that were shorter than they had been when he was human. One long leg left the ground and wound itself around Gabriel's hips, Vlad's toes curling inside his elegant and spotless boots.

Their lips parted for the umpteenth time and Vlad let his head rest against the stone behind him. He closed his eyes for there was no reason to keep them open in the pitch black. He smiled when Gabriel slid his hair clip off, letting his ebony straight locks slip and slide around his shoulders. The Count hissed as Gabriel moved faster against him. Their cocks waited achingly hard for release, and to his dismay Vlad to feel his approaching so soon.

For once he was being allowed to simply feel, a task that had become too great in centuries past. Gabriel brought carnal and mental awareness upon him like a bucket of cold water. It was wonderful and it was too much.

Vlad's unneeded breaths hitched in his throat and he blindly arched his back, gnashing his lip with his fangs to keep from screaming aloud in ecstasy. When Gabriel's devious tongue lapped the blood threatening to drip off his chin, Vlad broke. He came silently but brilliantly destroying the front of his black military pants with his dead seed. Gabriel followed in hot persuit, his trousers doomed to be forever stained by his passion.

The men stood frozen while euphoria faded away and limbs began to tremble. Gabriel pulled away slightly though he made sure to support the weight of his eternal companion.
"Vlad?"

"Huh?" the black haired, blue eyed man responded intelligently.

"Can you wait till there's a bed around next time?" he teased.

Vlad laughed breathlessly and nodded as he began the perilous task of figuring out where Gabriel had dropped his irreplaceable hair clip…

~I~I~I~

Carl huffed annoyed as the two figures they'd been seeking fled into the darkness. It would take them forever to find the boys now.

"Anna I do wish you'd stop trying to stake everyone you come across this evening," he quipped. The beautiful princess pouted slightly.

"I can't help it," she sulked, "I grew up being told that everything I didn't know was a danger."

"I know," Carl relented. He patted her shoulder as they headed in the direction of Dracula and Van Helsing. "It's just knowing our luck we'll find them and they'll be doing God-knows-what," the friar mumbled.