Updating again! Yay! You all better fucking love me for this. Mmm, I'm eating a pastrami sandwich with cream-cheese and dill pickles on it.


"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Danny asked when he felt Vlad crawl into bed. When he received no answer, he turned around and found himself staring into Vlad's endless eyes.

Vlad leaned forward and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his husband's lips. "It's the holiday's, I think it's more important that I spend sometime with my husband," he smirked and found his arms full of happy, content Danny.

"Finally," Danny said, his voice muffled by Vlad's chest. "I missed you," he sighed before falling into a deep sleep, dragging Vlad down with him.

Just as Vlad was about to succumb to sleep, he whispered, "I missed you too".

xXx

"This isn't what I meant you to do," Jeremy sighed, exasperated when he apperated into Dorian's room to find Dominic with his head between the teen's legs.

Dorian blushed brightly; once again he had been caught in an interesting position with his lover. His blush grew even brighter when Dominic didn't stop sucking.

Rolling his eyes, Jeremy reached out and shoved his hand into Dominic's brain, causing the man to jolt up off of the teen. "Paying attention now?"

"Don't do that!" Dominic snapped and rubbed his head. "Yeah, yeah, I'm paying attention," he grumbled, glaring at the ghost.

Jeremy smirked and crossed his arms, making his expensive black suit wrinkle as if it were real; one would think that they could touch it if it weren't so translucent. "Good kiddo already knows what needs to be done, he just hasn't realized it yet. You," he pointed at Dominic firmly, "are the one that really needs the help, the same with Vlad, and your brother, I swear the older you are the more dense you become. Figure it out already," he snapped and then disappeared again.

"Oh come on! You're no help at all!" Dominic yelled and was only met with laughter for the second time. He looked over to see Dorian smiling. "What's so funny?"

Dorian's smile just brightened. "I know what he means," he grinned and pulled the comforter over him as he laid down to sleep.

"Come on! Give me a hint!" Dominic begged, pawing cutely at the blanket over Dorian.

"Figure it out," was all Dorian said and he was answered with an inarticulate scream.

"Not you too!" Dominic cursed and threw himself back on the bed. "My life, it is over," he sighed dramatically and let his arm fall over his eyes.

Dorian rolled his eyes and crawled on top of Dominic. "Shut up and go to sleep," he laughed, resting his head on the man's bare chest.

"If I must," Dominic sighed and flung his arms around Dorian.

xXx

Recitalist nearly jumped out of his skin when Jeremy appeared in front of him as he approached the giant manor. "So I guess my brother wasn't lying," he shrugged and tried to walk around Jeremy only to have the specter shove an arm in his gut.

"Park, now," Jeremy ordered and pulled his arm out of the man's stomach. "What are you waiting for? Me to shove a hand in your head?" He snapped when Recitalist didn't get moving.

That got the red head going at a dead sprint towards the park. Recitalist looked over his shoulder to see if Jeremy was still following and he ran head first into someone, causing them to tumble into the ground.

They ended up with Recitalist sprawled across the man he had run into. He noted how good the man smelled before lifting his head up and locking eyes with the man.

"Um, my names is Artiste Waltz," the man introduced nervously after a few moments of silence. "Could you get off me please, you're crushing me," he laughed hesitantly and smiled when Recitalist slid off him and offered a hand, which he took graciously.

"Recitalist Harlequin," Recitalist smiled back, his bright green eyes locking with Artiste's soft chocolate ones. Reluctantly, he let go of the other man's hand.

"Well, see you around sometime," Artiste, said after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Yeah, bye," Recitalist smiled as he and Artiste went their separate ways. Soon he found himself completely alone in the park except for a disgruntled ghost. "What now?"

Jeremy glared at the man currently making his job even harder. "You screwed up, go get a coffee from the shop on the corner," he ordered and disappeared.

"'Go get a coffee'," Recitalist mocked under his breath as he trekked through the snow out of the park. He yelped when Jeremy shoved a hand into his head and picked up his pace. "I'm going, I'm going," he grumbled as he trudged even faster through the snow, doing his best to keep it from getting into his boots.

xXx

Dominic lay awake once again restless. He couldn't stop wondering what Jeremy meant for him to do. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that kept telling him knew what he needed to do, he just didn't know exactly what that was really.

He sighed softly and stroked Dorian's platinum hair gently. After taking a moment to think on it, he decided he would try and think more on it in the morning, for now he was just going to savor the feeling of Dorian in his arms.

xXx

Recitalist stormed into the coffee shop just as a familiar someone was coming. Once again Recitalist slammed into Artiste, knocking them both down, coffee flying everywhere.

"We really need to stop meeting like this," Artiste groaned and propped himself up on one arm as he wiped some coffee off his face and flung back his chestnut bangs with his other hand.

Recitalist nodded, propping himself up as well, rubbing his forehead where it had connected with either Artiste's head or the sidewalk. He opened his eyes and realized he was once again on top of the other man; only this time his lips were only a breath apart from Artiste's.

Without thinking, they both closed the distance and kissed the other. Tongues slid across one another as hands became entangled in hair and lips worked together. Soon oxygen became an issue and they broke apart, panting.

"Wanna come home with me?" Recitalist panted softly, and smiled widely when Artiste nodded. "Good," he smirked and stood, taking the other man with him.


Hee hee, if you don't get the joke between Recitalist's and Artiste's names let me explain. The definition of recitalist is performer and the definition of Artiste is dancer. A Harlequin is also a performer and a Waltz is a dance, get the joke now?

Anyway, yay! I updated again!!! WOO!!!