My Orange Angel (A Cirque du Freak fanfic)

Rated: T

Pairing: Darren x Larten

Summary: Darren starts to feel uncomfortable around the much older vampire. When he realizes why, things only get more complicated. Slash. AU-ish.

A/N: I'm writing this story for my sister, but I hope everyone enjoys it :D If you're familiar with my stories then you know that I update all my stories every wednesday!

Prologue - It Started With A Dream (Posted 16 July 2011)

Darren stared down at himself with a mixture of embarrassment and repulsion showing on his face. He was relieved to know that he was on his own, and Larten wasn't around to see him in his current state.

The young vampire paced back and forth, trying to figure out just what had happened to him. The dream had started out pleasant and perfectly normal; he was sitting on a beach with Debbie, getting nice and cozy, when suddenly... it turned into a nightmare.

The skies started darkening and Debbie faded away. And then a figure started rising out of the ocean, water splashing down from it as it ascended slowly. The other people on the beach ran screaming, but Darren was immobilized by fear and curiosity.

As the figure rose, it's shape became clearer. He could see orange hair molding to to a face he new all too well. Mr. Crepsley hovered just above the water, his clothes and cape clinging to his fit body and dripping as the excess water fell back into the ocean.

The older vampire stared down at him and drifted forward, descending onto the hot, sandy beach. He strode toward Darren and when he reached him he glared at him with an animal-like ferocity in his eyes.

Scared and confused, Darren stood and gave his mentor a questioning look. With an abject sigh he reached over and grabbed both of Darren's arms. He placed the boy's hands on his rippling chest so he could feel his faint muscles.

Darren's eyes widened as he was invited to feel the older man's torso. And he let out an audible gasp as he felt large hands mutually exploring his. Mr. Crepsley's hands traveled across Darren's chest and stomach and down his sides, reaching his thighs.

As their bodies drew closer, Darren could feel his heart racing as he panicked. He tried to break their gaze, but couldn't look away from the other man's lustful eyes. When he felt hands about to travel up his shirt...

He woke up, cold and sweaty. With shame in his trousers.