Note: this will be a yaoi, if you don't like that kind of thing, then you don't have to read it.

I give up.... I just really want to post this so, here it is. Also, it's rather short but a lot happens. (I highly doubt that's compensation though)

normal text: Malak

italic text: Laurent

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Chapter 6

(Laurent)

"Oh my yes Tina, this is absolutely perfect. Where would I be without you?" I turned to gaze at her with high appreciation.

"You'd probably just be letting your hair hang loose from day to day." She told me with a giggle, her tone playful as she put away the brush and other hair-care items.

I smiled and turned to admire myself once more. The front parts of my hair had been flat ironed and hung straight and shiny in the light. The rest had been tied up, braided and the beginning and ends had been tied with black silk ribbon. I looked, to put it simply, fabulous.

"Laurent?" Tina asked me, her tone unsure.

"Yes Tina?" I turned away from the mirror to inquire with my smoky, dusted eyes.

"Why do you think Malak is so depressed?" She looked at me in all sorrowful seriousness. Her power allowed her to see and feel the true emotions of a person or animal.

"I, I think it might be because of what have done and what he thinks I plan to do to him in the future." I hesitantly told her, my tumult of emotions visible on her face. This was the real reason she had brought me here, I didn't need powers to guess that much. This was about someone of our dwindling kind who might need our aid one day.

Understand, dimply because Malak is new to this particular place does not mean that he is not part of our strange, if not, wonderful family. One mustn't forget, all of the people in this house are vampires. Rarely are there this many in one place at one time that can get along so well, even if the reason is desperation.

Tina stared at me, shocked and disgusted. "Did you really bring him here just for that? I have never seen you sink so low…" Her voice trembled in anger.

"Tina," I sighed. "I had him brought him here for his skills with horses. This, excess of activity is my own fault. I cannot help but try to make him my own when he looks so delectable." I clarified with a weary shake of my head.

"So his underlying skill is what caught your eye first?" She seemed surprised.

"Yes, shocking isn't it? Someone gained my attentions without their body." We laughed and then I smiled devilishly at her saying, "But, that doesn't mean I didn't fall in love with it after." She looked playfully disgusted before smacking me in the shoulder with her hand saying, "Laurent behave yourself, you're a nobleman!"

We spent a while more laughing and talking of nothing before I said, "Enough of this, let us see what I look like with the rest of it on." She giggled before running into the other room.

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(Malak)

I sat within a small circle of people as we laughed and drank in a warm and homey pub. A man named Chloe had us all in stitches as he told jokes and stories.

"You are an evil man Chloe." Gasped Jonas when he could speak again. In response, Chloe grinned and took a drink from his pint.

"So, what do you think of the place so far Malak?" Chloe asked me after everyone had gotten off the floor.

I laughed, "It's not what I'd first expected."

Jonas shook his head. "That's usually the case with new members."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I turned to the dark skinned guard in questioning. Jonas then sighed and said, "Malak, we all know Laurent isn't the straightest guy out there but what he's done for us as a species is almost unimaginable. There isn't a free willed coven anywhere else in the world that was, and still is, as successful as the one Laurent has put together. Without him we'd all be, in a sense, homeless." Others who were with us at the table nodded in agreement or gave silent toasts to the silver headed oaf.

I sat there and tried to wrap my head around this sudden new image of Laurent. It made him seem more, mature and responsible, he also gained an air of refined and handsome dignity.

Sands took that moment to lean over my shoulder and say, "This… Thing 'ere, is better with 'orses than I am. Why is that Jonas?" His speech was slurred and his breath stank of ale, lots of ale. The small man had a flush to his face and his red eyes were glazed over as he ranted at the air.

Jonas took that moment to lean over to me and whisper, "Sands is the only vampire who can drain an entire keg, by himself, and still be able to speak coherently." He smiled at my reaction; I just took a long draught from my pint and said, "That's nice to know, not only can he see through peoples clothes, he can also drink three times the amount a human could and still be standing."

"Oh don't be like that, I don't choose to…" Sands passed out and landed on to floor at my feet; throwing everyone into a second fit of laughter. 'I wonder if that bastard knows how highly everyone seems to think of him.' I thought as I observed the small crowed of people once more. I caught myself and my thoughts and smirked to myself. "I really need to lay off the ale more." I muttered with a shake of my head

I stumbled into my room, my vision slightly blurred. I wasn't drunk, I could tell when I was, no, I was hot. I needed, needed something like never before. My breath came in heavy pants. This wasn't blood lust either, that is very different. 'It's probably the alcohol.' I thought as I made my way over to the bed. I finally decided to take my shirt off; so I stripped off my tunic and thick over shirt and was left in a thin under shirt, but I was still hot. I sighed and started to take that one off as well. I was too lazy to unlace my pants and I had it tucked into them, so I just gave a sharp tug up and felt my knees almost give way. My shirt, which was right next to my crotch, had rubbed against it, sending a massive shockwave of pleasure racing up my spine.

'I don't think I want to do that again.' I thought as I started to unlace my pants. Half-way through that, I discovered my problem, a major hard-on had developed over the course of the night and I was nearly at my breaking point.

Somehow, I managed to get my shirt off, but now "How to deal with you?" I hadn't had a spontaneous erection since I'd been turned, it was driving me insane. I groaned, "Why me?" I laid back on my pillow and sighed. I then rolled over and grabbed a pillow, holding it to me. It smelled good, like him. I inhaled and let the rosy scent take over my senses and let it carry me away.

I imagined his weight was pressed against my back, his long arms around me, and his hot breath in my ear. He brought me to my hands and knees and splayed his hands on my chest, all the while gently rocking against me. His long fingers danced upon my chest, leaving butterfly touches that were more than enough to make me moan. I felt one of his hands sliding down my already sensitive torso. Then, his hand wasn't there anymore. I was about to open my eyes when he pulled me closer to him saying, "Don't, I'll disappear if you do." His hand then returned to my body, working wicked responses out of me. He then cupped me. My heart skipped a beat and nearly stopped as he started to massage me.

"Keep your eyes closed." He whispered as he reached both of his hands down and into my pants. I nearly came at his first touches but I held on, straining, letting him touch me in ways that shouldn't exist. He then started to move in time with his hands. He kissed my back from time to time as well. When I couldn't stand it any longer, he licked me.

My shout of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room.

I pulled my hands out of my pants to find them covered in sticky, white fluid. I got up and washed it off, ridding my body and mind of that vividly real fantasy. I sighed tiredly and got ready for bed.

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(Laurent)

I panted behind my side of the door. 'That was far too close.' I thought, and then smiled. He had let me touch him. Oh what a sweet thing it was. His voice alone was nearly enough to make me take him. 'Yet, he denies me at every turn.' My smile fell and I turned to look at my hand. It was covered with his seed. 'How can someone be at such odds with themselves? He denies me yet he doesn't. I do not understand it.' I thought as I licked my hand. "Hmm, he tastes quite good. I like this."I smiled once more, my hand clean again. 'Time for me to go 'check up' on him' I thought standing.

"Malak?" I put my head into the room and looked around. It was moon-lit and no sound came from him aside from even breathing.

I tread softly into the room and over to him, he slept on his side, facing the light. I reached down and brushed his silken hair out of his fair face. "Do you realize what it is you do to me? What you already have and continue to do?" I whispered to him, fearing to truly speak and wake him from his rest. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to his lips and then proceeded to leave the room.

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(Malak)

Little did Laurent know, but I had heard every word. It had taken everything I had not to flinch away from his touch; but I listened to what he said. The pain in his words, oddly, made me want to hug him and make his problems dissapear. He kissed me then, but it was unlike any kiss I'd ever gotten from him, it was full of a raw, heavy emotion. I had almost jumped up and clung to him, but he left before I could move.

'If this feeling of your heart tries to beat itself out of your chest everytime you're close to me is what you feel then I understand completely.' I thought bitterly. 'And I don't like it.'

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This is my first story like this so please rate and comment. I would really appreciate the criticism. Thanks. No flames please.

I honestly just love Tina, she's just got this no-nonsence attitude about her that simply adore.

Muse must leave... *shakes head to disloge Laurent*