Inspired by the One Hour Challenge on Destiny's Gateway Romantic Fanfiction Archive. This prompt was #122 "I'm going to kiss you now." I kinda wished that I could have just made this a PWP but I needed Vlad to bitch about something in order for Gabriel to say the line XD And I'm sorry if the different uses of Vlad/Vladislaus is confusing or annoying to anyone. I personally have no problem writing Vladislaus every time, but I think it would get tiring for you readers. Plus I want him just to be called "Vlad" during moments of dialogue. Also I did actually come across a history book that said a line describing Dracula very closely to what I have here. I hope that bit of the story doesn't offend anyone in any way. I understand that there are different opinions about the real Dracula, but hey I think he's fascinating and I love our dear vampire Count. Moving right along…As always reviews would be much appreciated. Thank you!

"Oh how I hate that bastard!" the ancient Romanian prince screamed. Gabriel Van Helsing languidly looked over the horizon of his newspaper.

"I'm sorry?" he questioned. It wasn't as if he hadn't been listening to his temperamental and highly pampered lover for the better part of an hour.

Vladislaus looked over at him pointedly and asked, "Have you been listening to me?"
Gabriel gave him a small reassuring smile. He most certainly had been listening to his dear one…like he would listen to the announcements on a train. Just enough to see if there was an emergency. If Vladislaus had muttered he was about to murder someone, then he would have been forced to tie the alluring black haired vampire to the bed…and distract him from his rampage…with a few choice techniques.

"No you haven't," Vlad muttered.

He loosened his tie and undid the first few buttons of his pristine white dress shirt. He plopped down on the loveseat in a most ungentlemanly fashion and leaned his head back. After a few moments he slipped his hair clip of his raven locks. Both men had agreed to alter their appearances as little as possible. Vladislaus never changed in centuries, but Gabriel attempted to shave on a more regular basis…he failed more often than not. The former monster slayer rested his paper on the small table beside him and fully regarded his love.

"You're still upset."

"Yes I am," Vlad said flatly. Gabriel furrowed his brow softly.

"Did what he wrote really upset you that much?" Vladislaus' eyes flashed and Gabriel was taken aback.

"Did you even read it?" his lover demanded, "Do you know what he said?"

Not waiting for an answer the vampire stormed into their study before returning with an immaculate copy of a newly published history book. Vladislaus harshly flipped through the pages.

"Vlad," Gabriel called hoping to calm his other half. The blue eyed man ignored him until he finally settled on a page.

" 'Prince Vlad Dracula otherwise known as Vlad the Impaler was a degenerate sadist who was more concerned about wielding his power for personal pleasure than for the security of his people,'" he recited a passage from the text. Gabriel could have sworn Vladislaus long fingers were trembling as he spoke. The room remained silent until Vladislaus let the book fall from his grasp.

Gabriel approached his lover cautiously, wishing to comfort him but unwilling to provoke him. When he was close enough he rested his hands on the other's shoulders and pressed his lips to his forehead.

"How can someone write that when they know nothing about me?" he asked quietly. Gabriel sighed deeply.

"Vlad…you've done terrible things," Gabriel stated hesitantly.

"I know that!" he snapped, "…I know…but how can they judge when they weren't there. Yes, I did things to get back at the Sultan…but I did love my people."

"And they love you still," Gabriel smiled. It was true as far as he knew. From what he had heard, the kingdom of Wallachia they defended as brothers in arms had been renamed Romania, and he'd also heard that the Romanians saw their Dracula as a national hero. Vladislaus gave a small sad smile at the comment.

"My very existence is just a tale to be told," he muttered, "I'm nothing but folklore to people now…"

Gabriel pulled the other man into his arms. "To me you're real."

Vladislaus laughed softly, "That doesn't count. You're an angel…some people don't even believe in you."

Gabriel pushed Vladislaus back down to his seat on the sofa.

"Vlad shut up," he demanded. The raven haired vampire glowered up at him. His eyes darkened and his fangs glistened.

"Why?" he spat.

Gabriel bent over and smiled lovingly at him. "Because I'm going to kiss you now," he responded lightly.

The anger that had well up inside him dissipated as Vladislaus looked into adoring hazel eyes. His sapphire eyes fluttered closed as soft lips pressed against his and almost immediately a tongue forced his way into his mouth. It was far too easy for his mind to continually overlook all other thoughts than ones about Gabriel. He titled his head to the side and opened his mouth farther to allow Gabriel proper room. He moaned aloud as tendrils of heat caused his member to harden. His unneeded breaths escaped him more rapidly as Gabriel migrated from his lips down his chin to lick and nip at the pale column of his throat. He vaguely registered to the fact that his dress shirt was being unbuttoned then the buckle of his belt and slacks came undone. Sinful lips trailed down his toned chest sucking on twin rosy nubs before licking town his taut abdomen.

When Gabriel's head was in front of Vladislaus' fully erect member he paused and looked up at the hot and bothered vampire. There was desire with a hint of pleading swirling in those undead eyes. Taking initiative Gabriel took the weeping tip of Vlad's hardened cock into his mouth and the incoherent cry that came from the latter's lips was brilliant if not sexy. Gabriel hummed appreciatively and pleasure thrummed about his lover's nerves. There was no way he would be able to restrain himself when Gabriel seemed so determined to make him come within in instant.

But as graceful hands buried themselves in his hazel curls, Gabriel smirked. He supposed it was a blessing when his lover was irate with one thing or another. The impending sex was mind blowing…and Vladislaus then had the tendency to be oh so forgetful about what had upset him in the first place…