Author's Note: Here's the promised conclusion-Happy Birthday, Kendall! Thanks to all who R&R'd! And to those who just read too!

Kendall spent Saturday sightseeing and taking lots and lots of pictures and buying souvenirs to bring home for Katie and his mom, and he may have found a pair of lederhosen for himself...He also wrote postcards to everyone he could think of, gushing about what a wonderful time he was having in Germany.

On Sunday morning, when he went down to the dining room, in the middle of the table sat the most exquisite flower arrangement he had ever seen. There were antique roses with petals a mixture of silver and pink combined, and edelweiss, and frothy ferns-Kendall had never seen flowers put together so perfectly. And the arrangement was just right, neither so big that it was garish, or too small for the room. There was a small envelope in front of the vase. Kendall opened it and inside, on a silver card in Logan's elegant handwriting was the message: Here's to a great birthday night! -L

Kendall was disappointed for a second, he clearly heard Logan say he had all of Sunday off, but then he figured if Logan had business come up again, he was probably as disappointed as Kendall was. Sure enough, Logan called a short while later, full of apologies and assurances that if he could postpone the Trust's business, he would, but he promised Kendall he'd make it up to him that night.

"I'm looking forward to it, Logan. And in the meantime, I'm looking at the flowers you sent. They're so beautiful! I'm going to email pictures to my mom and sister."

"You really like them? I didn't know which flowers to pick-I was regretting not bringing you into the greenhouses while you were at the castle so maybe I would've been able to tell which ones might be your favorites. So I went with roses, because who doesn't love roses, right? Did Peter get them delivered all right? I was afraid they might tip over in the car..."

"Wait a minute, YOU picked them? And arranged them?" Kendall asked.

"Yes..."

"For me? You did all that for me?"

"Of course, Kendall-who else would I trust with such an important job?"

"Dude, I don't know how good of a businessman you are, but you might have missed your calling. I've never seen flowers done up as nicely as this."

"Oh, please," Logan scoffed, but he was gratified by Kendall's compliment. "I have to run, but the car will pick you up at six, if's that's agreeable to you. Please be sure you have your passport with you. Happy Birthday!" And with that, Logan hung up.

Kendall always had his passport with him when he left the house anyway, so he didn't think too much about Logan requesting that specifically.

At six on the dot, Peter was there to pick Kendall up. Since he had no idea what Logan had planned for the evening, he tried to shoot the difference between comfortable and dressed up. He wore his gray dress pants again, this time with a so light blue it was almost white collared shirt that he tucked in, but he rolled up the sleeves and left the top three buttons undone. He brought his maroon sport coat with him with a tie neatly rolled into one of the pockets, in case it should be required. He wore the nicest shoes he had brought from home, but knew he'd regret them if he had to do a lot of walking, or any dancing. He put his warm winter coat on-it was either that or the sport coat, he hadn't brought anything else beside a hoodie and a cardigan.

Logan was waiting for him in the back of the car. When Kendall walked out his front door, his open coat was caught by the wind and Logan got a good look at the casual elegance his shirt and slacks effected. Logan swooned a little. Kendall was so effortlessly graceful and handsome and winsome.

Peter took Kendall's sport coat from him so Kendall could get into the car unhampered. Then Peter carefully lay the coat out on the bench seat that ran perpendicular to the backseat, shut the door behind Kendall, and made his way to the driver's seat. In the back of the limo Logan greeted Kendall, kissed him, wished him a happy birthday, and kissed him again. Logan had just basically dressed down a bit when he was done with work-he had removed his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons as well, but left the coat of his expensive black suit on.

"You have your passport, yes?" Logan asked.

"It's in the inner pocket of my coat," Kendall said, nodding to the jacket on the other seat. "Why will I need it? Are we making a run for the border?"

Logan grinned and told him their destination was a surprise, but that Kendall would know soon enough.

Peter drove them to a private airport, right onto the tarmac where a Gulfstream G650 was lit up and waiting.

Kendall turned to Logan. "Let me guess, this is yours?"

"Well, my family's, yes."

"And you can fly it?" Kendall continued.

"Oh, no. I don't have a license for this. I can fly a helicopter though."

"You really are Batman, aren't you?" Kendall was only half kidding. Logan just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

They got settled in on board and the plane took off without a hitch.

"Where are we going?" Kendall really wanted to know.

"Patience-we're less than ninety minutes away, and you'll know where we are when we get there."

Kendall was excited to find out where they were going, but he could see Logan wanted anticipation to be part of the fun, so he went along with it. They spent the quick flight catching each other up on what they had done they day before. Kendall longed to tell Logan how boring and bereft his night was without Logan, but he didn't want to ruin the birthday mood.

The time literally flew, and Logan glanced out the window and got a big smile on his face. "There, Kendall, I believe if you look outside, you'll know where I am bringing you."

Kendall leaned over Logan and they were both looking out the same window, their faces close to the pane. Down below, out of the darkness, there were thousands and thousands of lights getting closer and closer. Suddenly Kendall could make out a tower rising above all the lights.

"Is that...are we in Paris?" Kendall asked. "Isn't that the Eiffel Tower?"

"It is indeed, do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," Kendall said. He tore his eyes away from it to stare at Logan. "You brought me to Paris? For my birthday?" Logan nodded. "Thank you," Kendall whispered, kissing Logan but then peering out the window again.

The plane landed, they quickly got through a custom's process, and then they were outside the airport where Peter was waiting with a car-not a limousine this time, "just" a Bentley.

"Peter? Or does he have a French identical cousin?" Kendall asked, once they were seated in the back.

Logan laughed. "It's Peter-he flew up in the cockpit with the pilot."

Peter expertly maneuvered the busy Parisian streets and had them pulling up to an elegant hotel in no time. He held the car door open for them and then got a small bag out of the trunk that he discreetly passed to Logan. Logan thanked him and told him to enjoy his evening, and that he would summon him with a text when it was time to pick them up.

"Very good, sir. And, if I may wish Herr Knight a happy birthday?" Peter said.

Kendall beamed a smile at him. "Thank you very much, Peter!"

Inside, the place looked like a palace, not like any hotel Kendall had ever been in. A concierge hustled across the room-it wasn't even like a lobby, there was no check in desk, no nothing to indicate you were in a hotel at all-and greeted the Count and his guest warmly.

"We have the room you requested all ready, Count. Please allow me..."

Logan cut him off. "No need to show us the way, M. Renault, and we have no luggage. I'll just take the key, please."

"Of course, of course!" He produced a fancy old timey key from his pocket and gave it to Logan.

Logan led Kendall over to an elevator at the back of the room, and they took it up four flights. They walked down to the end of the hall, and Logan let them into their room. Inside the room was just as opulent as everything Kendall had seen so far. There were thick soft carpets on the floor, there was a bar against one wall, there was a sitting area in one corner with a sofa and overstuffed chairs and a television discreetly mounted on a wall that could be seen from any of those vantage points, there was a round table with fancy patterns inlaid on the top and on the sides and silk covered chairs around the table set up in front of French doors that were curtained shut at the moment, and there was the biggest sleigh bed Kendall had ever seen in his life, the head board and foot board upholstered in a muted sea green silk. All the furnishings were authentic Louis the Fourteenth pieces.

"This...is incredible," Kendall breathed. Logan had been watching his reaction to everything. "I guess kissing's not the only thing the French do right."

Logan laughed, and then they practiced the local custom for a minute or few.

"So, you like your birthday surprise?" Logan asked, after a bit.

"Like it? I love it! Would it be tacky to get my phone out and take about a million pictures? No one's gonna believe this."

Logan laughed again and told him he could, but in a minute. They should order dinner first, it was getting late-not by Paris standards, but Kendall must be hungry.

There was a handwritten menu tucked in a drawer in the bar, and Kendall and Logan looked it over.

"I feel like I should try something French..." Kendall was murmuring as he looked over the French phrases, most of which meant nothing to him. Escargot he knew, but he didn't want to try snails.

"Do you like seafood, Kendall? Scallops, specifically?" Kendall nodded to both. "If I may-can I recommend the Coquille St Jacques? It's a specialty of this place."

It sounded good to Kendall, so Logan called downstairs and ordered them salads and the scallop dish for Kendall and a medium rare filet minon for himself, and asparagus and roasted new potatoes for them to share. He put his hand over the mouthpiece and asked Kendall if he'd like to try some wine with his dinner, but Kendall shook his head no. "I think I'd just like water, if I could," Kendall said. Logan nodded and looked over at the bar-they could get their own drinks.

While Logan was on the phone, Kendall had hung up his sport coat in an armoire. Logan tossed his bag on the bottom shelf while Kendall had the door open.

Logan poured them each a glass of water in crystal glasses, and told Kendall to follow him to the table. Logan put the drinks down and then held out a chair for Kendall to sit in, his back to the room. Kendall did as directed, and then Logan turned down most of the lights in the room, walked over to the floor length draperies covering the balcony doors, and opened them with a flourish. There, right in front of them, was the Eiffel Tower, lit up and shining. It was just far enough away that Kendall could see it almost in its entirety.

"Logan, that's..." he was at a loss for words.

Logan came and sat next to Kendall, enjoying the view with him. "If it were warm out, we could be on the balcony. But this is almost as good," Logan said.

"It sure is. Thank you, Logan. Thank you so much." Kendall leaned over and kissed Logan yet again. Logan grabbed Kendall's hands under the table and gave them a squeeze.

"I'm so glad you like it. And I'm so glad the view is as good as I remembered."

"So, you've stayed here before?" Kendall again felt that pang of jealousy that other people had maybe already shared things with Logan.

"Oh! No, not at all! Stayed here? No. I got to come here, once, when a very important associate of my father's was staying in Paris. I came up here to return his golf club marker he had forgotten when he played a round with my father and some other associates. It was solid platinum. I was lucky enough to see the view for a moment while he finished up a phone call."

"That's okay then," Kendall smiled. He looked back out the window, loving the feeling of Logan's hands hold his. On his lap.

"This is like looking at something out of Moulin Rouge," Kendall said, and he began to sing:

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day i'm loving you more than this
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

Logan joined his voice with Kendall's:
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

They were staring into each other's eyes now:
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

"Too bad the 'end of time' same so quickly for them, in that movie," Logan sighed, his forehead resting against Kendall's.

"It's coming for us, too," Kendall said sadly. "I'm headed home in a few more days."

"About that..." Logan began, but just then there was a knock on the door. Logan got up to answer it, and a man wheeled in a cart and set their dinner on the table. He removed the covers off the dishes, saving Kendall''s for last. The instant the cover was off, Logan began to sputter and choke.

"Logan? Logan, what's wrong?" Kendall asked, as Logan's eyes were watering and he was clutching at his throat as if he couldn't breathe. Logan staggered over to the balcony doors, frantically scrabbled at the lock, and wrest the door open. Kendall followed him out onto the balcony where Logan was pulling in gulps of the cold night air.

"Logan, what is it? Do you need a doctor?"

Logan frantically shook his head no, and finally garbled out, "Garlic...they used too...much...garlic."

Kendall turned and looked back inside. The waiter had heard what Logan said, and covered the plates back up and whisked them back onto the cart and pushed the cart out as fast as he possibly could, closing the door to the hallway carefully behind him.

Kendall was rubbing and patting Logan's back, and wondering if he should go get him some water, but Logan straightened himself back up and looked inside as well.

"Why did he take everything away?" Logan asked, still coughing and sniffling a little. "He could have at least left the salads..."

"Logan, it's okay. I'm not exactly hungry now anyway. Can we talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about?" Logan said, as if nothing had happened. "Come on, let's get back inside, it's freezing out here."

"And, there's a perfectly good bed in there," Kendall said, his mind on other things now that Logan seemed back to normal.

Logan bit down on his lower lip and looked at Kendall. Now Kendall really only had one thing on his mind.

He led Logan back into the room, his arm wrapped tightly around Logan's shoulders. When they got to the edge of the bed, Logan placed his hands up on Kendall's chest to hold him off a bit when Kendall would have gone in for a kiss.

"Kendall, we need to talk."

Oh boy. In Kendall's experience, this had never been a good beginning to a conversation, especially if something more fun was on the table to do instead of talk. Suddenly Kendall became nervous that Logan was going to tell him they had to break things off, since Kendall was leaving soon anyway. He braced himself for what Logan would say next.

"Um, I don't want to presume what we were going to do here," Logan began. The strength went out of Kendall's legs and he let himself sink into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "but I cannot allow you to, um, you know...ah," Logan was floundering.

"Can't allow me to what, Logan?" Kendall didn't want to know for sure, but the suspense was sort of getting to him.

"You can't...you can't, uh, blow me? Or, suck me off-is that what you say?" Logan looked lost and helpless.

"Well, I try not to say that, it sounds a little crude," Kendall didn't know what he was saying, he didn't get what they were talking about. Why couldn't he suck Logan again? He'd done it before. Oh, yikes, Logan didn't find out he had something, did he?

"It's just-I've sucked you three times, and if you suck me three times, I'll turn you into what I am, and it's been two times from you already. It's a whole sucking thing," Logan wound up, lamely.

"And just what is it that you are that I'll become, Logan?"

Logan just shook his head and wouldn't look at Kendall.

"Logan," Kendall said softly, "I think I already know. Why don't I count to three, and we'll say it together, okay?" Logan nodded. Kendall began counting, "One, two, three, a vampire."

"Gay," Logan said after Kendall said "three". "Wait, what?" Logan asked, his brain catching up a second behind what his hears had heard.

"Did you say 'gay'?" Kendall was asking at the same time. He started laughing, hard and loud, and fell back on the bed clutching his sides. "You think I'll 'turn' gay?" he sputtered.

"You think I'm a vampire?" Logan thought Kendall's idea was a lot more ludicrous than his own. "A cum-sucking vampire?" *

"Well, yeah," Kendall said, his giggles subsiding. "There's been a lot of signs..."

"Like what?" Logan couldn't imagine what gave Kendall the idea he was a vampire.

"Where to start, Logan? You only go out at night, I've never seen you eat or drink anything, the first night we met you didn't have a reflection in the mirror, you come from somewhere 'near' Romania, you always disappear into a mist, your violent reaction to the garlic tonight..."

"My violent...? Kendall, there was a ton of garlic in that dish! They obviously didn't make it right! I was seconds away from sneezing!"

"And that would've been so terrible?"

"YES! My nose gets all red when I sneeze-the kids at boarding school used to call me Rudolph, you know, because..."

"The red-nosed reindeer. Yes, I know. And, yeah, I get it, American TV. But, if that's the worst they called you..."

"It's for a reason! My nose gets red, it stays red. It would've looked bad all night. And, I'm not usually that vain, but I wanted tonight to be perfect."

"Awww," Kendall said. "But, still, who reacts like that to a little garlic?"

"Kendall, that wasn't 'a little', there was something wrong with that stuff," Logan insisted.

"I think the fact it had garlic at all is what got to you," Kendall began.

"I'm the one that knows what Coquilles St Jacques is! I told you to get it! I know it's made with garlic."

"And you ordered your steak bloody and raw," Kendall was stubborn about things when he got an idea in his head.

"Kendall, 'medium rare' is not bloody or raw."

"I like mine well done. I like it so dried out you need to order a saute sauce on it to chew it down," Kendall informed him.

"Good to know, but that's now how I like my steak. And, besides, what were your other pieces of evidence? You didn't see me in the mirror of that mens room because your head was down in the sink vomiting when I came in, and you never see me during the day because I'm at work, and that mist? In your room there was an elephant humidifier on the floor near your bed. It didn't go with the rest of the décor, so I assumed you brought it and wanted it on when you slept. It was full every time I visited you there, I just figured someone was keeping it ready for use every night."

Kendall considered that for a moment. "Huh, I forgot I brought that. Eeyore must have unpacked it for me and kept it stocked with water every night. I owe him a thank you..."

"Anything else I need to explain?" Logan asked.

"Sure! Lots! What was all that about seeing the pyramids and the Great Wall and that," Kendall flung his arms towards the balcony doors, "by moonlight?"

"I have seen all those things by moonlight, and I was, uh, trying to be seductive too," Logan said shyly.

"You were? You don't have to try. You've been putting me under a glamour since the first time we met," Kendall insisted. "And what about your Halloween costume?"

"What about it?" Logan wondered.

"The Count? From Sesame Street? What is he?" Kendall said.

"Well, I never really thought about it before, but if I had to guess, I'd say maybe he's an accountant?"

Kendall rolled his eyes. "No, not that! He's a vampire."

"No he's not," Logan insisted. "He's never bitten anybody. He's just a muppet."

Logan sat on the bed with Kendall. He looked him right in the eye. "Kendall, I promise you, I am not a vampire. I will prove it to you when the sun comes up, if nothing else."

"You're so pale," Kendall still wanted to insist.

"It's Europe, it's fall, and I work too much indoors-ask Greta."

"And you're so charismatic," Kendall wouldn't let this go.

"I'm lucky that you happen to think so, but I assure you, plenty of people find me easy to resist."

"That I will not believe," Kendall said, not believing it for one instant.

"Well, maybe that's because I tend to be more standoffish with other people than I have with you. From the moment we met, I feel like I've been under some spell cast by you." Logan was staring at Kendall with those unblinking dark brown eyes.

"Well, let's talk about your thing for a minute-what's this about being gay?" Kendall asked.

Logan broke his stare and looked down at his hands. "It's something my nanny told me, she was from Romania and could read people's thoughts and hearts. She told me if ever I was to, you know, suck a guy three times, and let him suck me three times, I'd turn him."

"Your NANNY?" Kendall yelled. "How old were you? What kind of messed up lady is talking to little kids about blow jobs...?"

"Calm down, Kendall. She was my sister's nanny also. She's ten years younger than me. The nanny had this talk with me when I was sixteen and she noticed I wasn't all that interested in young women."

"Hmmmm," Kendall half growled. He wasn't too sure he liked any of this.

"Anyway, she told me she knew what young men had on their minds, but that I had to be careful and to not just mess around with anyone who offered. I possess a great power and it must be contained."

Kendall took Logan's hands into his. "Logan, did it ever occur to you that I might be gay to begin with?"

Logan looked puzzled. Clearly that hadn't occurred to him. Talk about missing all the signs.

"Getting all that American TV, you never saw Glee? The word is out, Logan. People are born this way. Engaging in homosexual acts isn't what makes someone gay."

"I never looked at it that way." He grew up sheltered, Kendall was willing to cut him some slack. And maybe the nanny was just trying to protect the family's interests. Kendall's mom had told him not to think his teenage romances would last forever and to be sure to explore what the world had to offer before tying himself down. He looked at Logan's handsome face in the low light of the room (they hadn't turned on any more lights since Logan turned them down to admire the Tower). Kendall took a deep breath-maybe Logan could turn a straight guy gay, at that.

"So, you're really not a vampire?" Kendall asked one more time.

Logan smiled and shook his head. "Really not. And, you're really gay?"

Kendall's deepest dimples appeared. "Really am." He leaned forward and kissed Logan, a deep, soft, slow kiss. "And, if you'd let me, I'd like to prove it to you," he whispered. Logan pulled back a little and looked at him with his big dark eyes.

"Before I give you your birthday present?" Logan asked. Kendall looked surprised.

"I thought you bringing me here was the present, that, and the flowers," Kendall said.

Logan smiled. "That's all part of it, but the real present is: next week!"

Kendall was confused. "Next week?"

"I cleared my schedule. I asked my sister to fly home and take care of everything for a week so I could escort you home and maybe spend more time with you."

Kendall's eyes were shining with excitement. This was too much!

Logan could tell Kendall was pleased with the idea. "I'll fly you home in my jet, and I thought if you have any time for it, we could land at my airport in Boston and go see your sister in Cambridge."

"'Your' airport?" Kendall asked.

"Sure, haven't you ever heard about Logan Airport?" Logan chuckled.

"That was named years before you were born," Kendall scoffed.

"Not if I'm a centuries old vampire." Logan stuck his tongue out at Kendall.

"You can meet my sister only if you promise me you'll never tell her that about me-me thinking you were a vampire," Kendall said.

"Never?"

"Well, not at a first meeting anyway. Maybe not never. Maybe someday."

"I promise," Logan said. "And then, if it's not too bold of me, I thought maybe I could come see you at Thanksgiving, and see what that's all about, and then at the holidays, perhaps your family could join mine in the Alps for skiing and snowboarding-or we could go to Tahiti if you'd rather go someplace tropical..."

"Wow, you're really planning on keeping me in your life, aren't you?" Kendall asked, touched. He hadn't allowed himself to think of their parting and what his return to America might mean, since it was too sad to contemplate. Good thing he hadn't wasted time worrying.

"Well, only if you want me in your life, Kendall," Logan said, staring into his eyes as usual.

"I do, Logan, more than anything. I know it's nuts, and anyone would say it's too early to know and we just met and all, but I know I've never felt this way about anyone else before, and I'm willing to think it's love, if saying that won't freak you out and scare you off."

Logan chuckled softly. "That's pretty much what I've been thinking since the night we met-I think the stars aligned or something-and especially since the first coherent conversation we had."

"Oh, that reminds me, please don't tell my sister or my mom how drunk I was when we met."

"Darling, please, as if I would. That will always remain between you, me, and Peter. Um, Kendall?"

"Yes?"

"I believe before we got sidetracked, I was trying to tell you I'm in love with you."

Kendall smiled. "I guess you'll have to show me."

"I'm ready if you are," Logan smiled. Kendall got up off the bed and walked over to the armoire and took a moment to dig through some of his coat's pockets. He came back to the bed and pressed a condom and a tube of lube into Logan's hands. Logan looked up at him from under his thick eyelashes.

"You want me to be, um," Logan began.

"On top? Yeah, that is, if you like that," Kendall said, feeling a bit shy all of the sudden. "If you'd prefer for me to..."

"Oh, no. It's your birthday, after all. I want to be wherever makes you the happiest."

Kendall smiled. "I know I will be. Happy. And, uh, I don't want you to think I was carrying this around planning that this would happen..."

Logan smiled again. "Me either, but you'll find the same stuff in my bag..."

"Oh good, that means we can do it more than once!" Kendall blurted out enthusiastically. Logan laughed and pulled on his hands to get Kendall back down on the bed.

Kendall kicked off his shoes as Logan kissed him and undid a few more of his buttons. They worked together to get Kendall's shirt completely off, then it was Logan's turn. Kendall's hands explored every inch of creamy white skin, lying on top of Logan and kissing him thoroughly. Logan's hands were in Kendall's soft hair, rubbing and tugging as the mood struck. Kendall kissed his way down Logan's torso, and then back up, stopping at his neck to kiss each of the freckles there in their little constellation pattern.

"One freckle, two freckles, three delicious freckles, bwha ha ha!" Kendall said in his best Count von Count accent. Logan laughed at him.

"I think we've got to get down to the sheets, here," Logan muttered into Kendall's ear after a while. They got off the bed and pulled back the bedding, and then they both got their pants unbelted and off. Kendall sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his socks off, Logan shed his from a standing position. Kendall stood back up and they both took off their underwear, looking into each other's eyes the whole time.

With nothing between them but the night, Logan put his arms around Kendall and said, "I love you."

Kendall nodded, swallowed hard, and said, "I love you too, Logan." Kendall put his arms up on Logan's shoulders, out straight and crossing at the wrists behind Logan's neck. Logan pulled Kendall in closer for a kiss, their growing erections bumping into each other and their skin heating up. Logan lined Kendall up so his back was to the bed, and gently pushed him backwards onto the mattress. Kendall let Logan go as he fell, but stretched his arms up towards him, not wanting Logan out of his arms for one second. Logan went back to kissing Kendall, but now their kisses were hotter and hungrier and they were working up a rhythm with their hips and their hands were going everywhere and their hard cocks rubbed against each other and Kendall was pleading for Logan to get inside him.

Logan found the lube on the nightstand where he had placed it without having to break free of Kendall's lips, and got it popped open and his fingers on his right hand covered. While still kissing Kendall and telling him how beautiful he was, Logan inserted his index finger into Kendall and circled it around a bit. Kendall approved of that with several loud shouts of "yes!" so Logan added another finger, and then another. Kendall was biting his lip and telling Logan he still wanted more, so Logan reached for the condom. Kendall helped him roll it on, and Logan lined up with Kendall. Logan pushed in slowly, Kendall encouraging him every inch of the way.

Once Logan was all the way in, he waited, kissing Kendall's forehead softly, his arms trembling as he held himself still so Kendall could adjust to all of him. Kendall looked so beautiful right there beneath him, looking up at Logan with loving and trusting eyes. Logan wanted to find a gem that color, to put it in a ring he could wear at all times to remind him of Kendall when they had to be apart...

"You can move now, Logan, please," Kendall said in a low tone. Logan began to rock gently, telling Kendall he loved him as he softly pulled a little way out and pushed back in. Kendall started moving his hips as well, his hands full of the muscles of Logan's backside as he pulled Logan into him with more force and speed. This was the best experience either of them had ever had. Logan filled Kendall so perfectly and their rhythm with each other was just right. Logan was hitting Kendall's prostate with every jab, and Kendall knew he was getting close. Logan placed his warm hand over Kendall's cock, running his hand up and down and smearing the precum leaking from the tip all over the head. Logan bit down on his lower lip, Kendall's long fingers were working magic on his ass, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer. With another thrust and a hard tug on Kendall's dick, he was coming and so was Kendall, his warm fluid spilling over Logan's hand and they rode out their orgasms together, shouting each other's name. Kendall was sure he had never come so hard in his life. His inner muscles were still squeezing Logan inside him and Logan was panting heavily above him. Logan grabbed Kendall's hand with his clean hand and held it to his chest.

"Feel that pounding in there? Do you think I could do that if I were the undead?"

Kendall shook his head no, too exhausted and spent to speak. He'd never doubt Logan again.

And in the strong light of day, after they had made love for the third time, Logan walked out with Kendall into the Paris morning, and they took a leisurely stroll towards the Eiffel Tower. Kendall decided he'd never have to be afraid of things that go bump in the night.

*Credit for this apt description goes to Very Jane Eyre! :) Thanks for the great line, hope you don't mind my using it without asking first!