WHAT I'VE DONE Chapter 9

The next morning was far from pleasant for the two men. Danny was stirred awake by a sudden movement next to his arm and a groan that filled the room. He blinked his eyes open. Light from the morning sun shined intensely through the purple curtains. It took him a minute to realize that his room wasn't supposed to have a window that let light in. He jumped up and looked around.

The teen found himself in the middle of a familiar room. He was laying in Vlad's bed next to, guess who, Vlad Masters. The older man was just waking up and already his actions indicated that a rather painful hangover would haunt him that morning. Master's opened his eyes to see what was moving so much so early in the morning.

Deep navy blue eyes locked on to confused and slightly frightened sapphire ones. The two men looked at each other. Danny looked at the older man's disheveled appearance. His long gray hair had come out of the hair tie that held it back and messily adorned his shoulders. The man's somewhat tanned skin was exposed in a way that Danny had never expected it to be. He could see the older man's muscles, every since one. A light purple sheet clung loosely to the man's thighs and legs, keeping the teen from possibly seeing anything else. Suddenly he looked at himself.

The teen's appearance was much like Vlad's. His hair was disheveled. As far as he could tell, the only thing that kept his dignity even remotely attached was the light purple sheet that clung loosely to his thighs. He jumped back and covered his lower half with a pillow that he had been previously using. Both the men awkwardly scanned the room for the cloths they remembered having last night. They laid strew across the floor of the room.

A thick eerie silence hung in the room like moisture in the Florida sky. They were both relived a bit by how neither of them made much noise. They were both trying to deal with debilitating headaches that came with the hang over.

"So, ah…" Danny tried to start. He felt like saying something, unfortunately nothing that came to mind seemed like an appropriate topic. It's not like he could say he didn't remember the night so well and out right ask his lover if they had sex last night. Suddenly a thought crashed into him. Was he still a virgin? That question was one he never had to ask before, mainly because he could remember every time he'd get close to loosing it, than got refused. He looked awkwardly over at the older man who seemed to be more focused on his headache.

"I think today will be a slow day." Vlad said as he hunted for some pain medication in his bedside table. "I might just go back to sleep. I don't feel too well." He finally pulled out a small white pill bottle and shook two of them into his mouth. He swallowed them dry then looked over at the boy. He extended the bottle to the boy quietly asking him if he wanted any. Danny refused them with a quick shake of his head. Masters shrugged it off and tossed the bottle back into the drawer.

"I'm afraid you'll be on your own for breakfast this morning. I need to try and sleep this hangover off." Vlad turned in his bed and curled up desperately trying to get his face in a nook where the sun's ray didn't reach.

Danny, deciding now wasn't quite the time to ask about the pressing matter, closed the curtain for Vlad and headed to his room to toss on some new cloths. He had found his shirt and jeans on the floor of Masters' bedroom, but his boxers eluded him. The teen camped out in his room, too fraught with worry over unanswered questions to be hungry.

The raven haired teen tried to push the worries aside by building his model rockets, but he couldn't stop thinking about what he couldn't remember. Finally, as a anxious attempt to focus on something that wasn't Vlad related, he went through his room to see what could have caused his model rocket to fall down the other night. After combing his room and desk several times over, he was at a dead end. Not only could he not figure out what could have been the culprit, but his mind was also flashing back to how he had just woken up in the same bed with his lover, who was thirty years older than him, completely naked and hung over.

Danny laid down on his over stuffed, yet comfortable, bed and tried to stop his thinking. The pain it was causing him just wasn't worth it. But the teen needed an answer. Was he still a virgin? He felt his hands slide over his body lifting his loose shirt. He looked himself over. No bite marks, no love wounds, no marks that would indicate he had sex were found. However, a dull pain coursed through his body. It hurt to sit down or lay on his back for too long. Last time he checked, that kind of pain didn't plague his life normally.

He groaned. Sure, he wanted to have sex, but he wanted to be completely sober for it. He buried his head in his overly fluffy pillows and yelled as loud as he could. This frustration clouded his entire being.

After a whole hour of yelling curses into his abused pillows, he finally rolled over and gulped down fresh air. 'So what if I knew?' Danny thought. 'It's not like I could change the past. I would love to at least know, but it's not exactly important if I do know.' The teen bolted up off of the bed at the revelation. "Only good things could really come of this. If Vlad and I did have sex, what's to keep us from doing it again? If we did do it last night, the next time I won't have to be so…" The teen couldn't explain it. He was worried about his first time and hesitant just a night before. He wasn't sure if he was ready or could handle having sex, but now, he didn't have to worry about it. A feeling of weightlessness swept over him. The raven haired boy took in each breath as if it were his first.

"So what if I don't remember last night? I'll just have sex with Vlad tonight." Danny was to the point of hysterically laughing, then suddenly turned sullen. "I just got so damn worked up over having sex with…uggg… Vlad." The teen shuttered at how quickly his life had completely fallen to chaos.

"I feel so, odd." Slime balls of weirdness lurked up Danny's back and sent waves of creeped out shivers up his spine. He quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of the oddities that lurked within. "I just won't think of it like that."

The teen looked over at his clock. Nine fifty-six glowed in dull red lights. The boy cocked an eyebrow and looked outside his door. The night was in full swing and the day had passed by quickly as he dealt with his personal dilemma. He shrugged it off. At least by now Masters was awake and no longer hung over.

Danny rushed out of his room and down the hall towards the older man's room. As he phased through the separating wall, knots formed in his stomach. His heart beat quickened and breathing got slightly harder. It felt like he was walking to his death.

The boy took slower smaller steps as he readied himself for what was to come. 'We've already done it. That's almost a guarantee. So, it's no big deal this time around.' Before he could fully convince himself, he was at Vlad's door. The dark purple door was open and the older man was going through his shelf of books.

The older man turned away from the shelf when he heard Danny clear his throat. "Ah Daniel. I see you're looking better. Not too hung over?"

"No, I'm fine. You feeling better?" The teen hesitantly entered the room.

"Sleeping and a few cups of tea really helped. Though, I doubt I'm going to be able to sleep tonight." He chuckled and walked over to the teen. "I take it you're hungry?"

"No, that's not why I'm here." The raven haired teen blurted out quicker then he would have liked. "I mean, ah…" Words failed to come out of his mouth. Finally he just floated up off the floor and kissed the older man. This was not a sweet quick kiss that they had shared the other night, no, this one was wet and slightly sloppy. Masters was surprised by the force of the sudden kiss, so it took him a few seconds to start kissing the boy back.

Danny parted his lips with a sudden thrill that rushed through him. He felt Vlad's tongue explore his mouth as he did the same. A heat rushed through his entire body, as if they were in the middle of a sauna. The teen pulled back just a bit so he could catch his breath. They continued to kiss as he did so. Vlad's teeth gingerly bit the boy's lower lip. Danny moaned out his appreciation. After having filled his lungs, he went back in to thoroughly explore his lover's mouth.

Master's had brushed his tongue along the roof of the raven haired teen's mouth. The teen pulled out of the kiss as he moaned loudly. A slight tingling sensation enveloped him. Vlad's mouth continued to kiss the boy. Pecks and nips covered the boy's cheeks and neck. A small string of saliva trailed down from the corner of the boy's pink tinted lips.

"Ah, Vlad." Danny said rather loudly. He paused and realized what he had just moaned out. It still didn't sound completely right to him. Vlad caught on to this air of awkwardness as well. His gentle kisses ceased. He looked up into the eyes that held a summer afternoon's sky in them.

"Right, stopping now would be the best." Vlad said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"No!" Danny quickly snapped. He had come to enjoy what he couldn't remember. "I…. it's…" The teen was tripping over his words trying to explain to his lover what he didn't fully understand. "You're really into this, aren't you?" Danny looked down to where Vlad's hands were. They had captured the boy in a tight hug. The palms of the older man's pale hands rested snugly on the teen's firm butt.

Vlad seemed to have just noticed this as well. He quickly took back his hands and turned away from Danny. "Sorry. I didn't even notice…"

"It's fine." Danny interrupted. "I didn't mind." An odd sensation began to settle in, something he had once felt a long time ago. The pleasant sensation of being calm, even happy.

The teen took Masters' face in both of his hands and tilted it until their lips met once again. This kiss was soft. Gentle. They parted after just brushing skin against sensitive skin.

The teen pushed the older man backwards until his legs hit the bed and sent the man downwards. He fell down into a sitting position as Danny captured the man's lips once more. He sucked sweetly on the man's upper lip as he inched forwards. He placed one foot on the plush rug covered floor between the man's legs as his other straddled the outside of the man's left leg. Danny lowed his hips a bit so the man's leg brushed lightly against his jean covered legs.

Warmth built up in the boy as he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin that was at his teeth's mercy. His tongue flicked out and licked at the offended area. His arms wrapped around the man and his long slender fingers tangled themselves in the perfectly primped silver hair. The teen pushed the older man down until his back was firmly pressed to the purple covers. His lips brushed past the trimmed chin hair and sucked at an easily accessible patch of skin right above the high collar of the man's fancy shirt. Vlad hummed his approval as the boy's silky hair tickled his cheek.

"What brought this on so suddenly?" Vlad asked as his hands itched to remove his lover's cloths. He dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands to keep from rushing the teen.

"Nothing really. Just wanted to feel our love." Danny unconsciously licked his lips as he pulled back. The delicious sight of his lover, the cool calm man- now disheveled with a sheen of sweat forming on his brow, underneath him made his body respond. Suddenly, the boy was all too aware of how restricting his designer jeans were. His hands were shaking in excitement as he pulled at the delicate silk ribbon that was tied around his lover's neck.

"You sure got over your shyness fast." Vlad commented. His hands held the boy's hips still on his leg. He tried hard not to get too turned on by the boy's slender muscled hips moving on his leg. "What caused you to go from blushing mad to aggressively horny?"

Danny, feeling like a tease, made sure to move his hips as much as he could as he undid the annoying buttons that kept his lover's chest imprisoned in soft white fabric. "I wanted another taste of last night."

"Last night?" Vlad seemed completely perplexed. His arms slid up the teen's slender frame and held him still by his shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"I figure that since we had sex last night, we could…"

"We didn't have sex last night."

"You must be kidding. We had to have had sex last night."

"We didn't have sex." Vlad sat up and pushed the boy back a bit. The teen didn't resist. His legs gave out quickly as the feeling of excitement fled from him. He would have hit the floor if it weren't for Masters' strong leg placed between his legs still.

"But, we woke up in the same bed. No cloths on and messed up!"

"We passed out last night after kissing for a bit. We took our cloths off sometime during the night since it was so hot. And, it's not like you can sleep a whole night and look like you just stepped out of a magazine."

"But, but… my… it hurt when I sat down!" Danny was feeling frantic. All of his courage to confront his lover and have sex fled with his idea that last night was his first time.

Vlad let out a slight laugh. "Sorry, you were sleeping kind of awkwardly, I kept accidentally kicking you."

"I can't believe this." Danny said, completely defeated.

"Sorry, I assumed you were sober enough to at least remember that much of the night." Vlad's strong hand lightly brushed the teen's now red cheek. He guided the boy's eyes towards his own navy ones. "We didn't do anything besides a few sweet kisses."

Cold shivers bolted through the teen. His gut twisted into painful knots as his heart slowed. Air seemed thicker then jell-o and his lungs refused to work. He silently shook his head back and forth, not wanting to believe what he was being told. His face heated up as a warm salty liquid pierced the corners of his eyes. His beautiful jewel eyes searched his lover's face for any sign that what he was being told was a lie. Vlad's usual stern direct expression proved that he was telling the truth.

"…dirty." Danny whispered. Suddenly he felt like he had gone garbage diving in the Nasty Burger dumpster. His entire being was encased in slime and dirt. He pulled back from the man and took a few unsteady steps backward. His arms unconsciously came up to console him. Disgusting fingers ensnared the shivering exposed skin his shirt sleeves refused to cover. A putrid smell seemed to sheath him. He was gagging at the smell of horror and repugnance. He had just pushed himself on Vlad, the man who he loved, with no real reason. Every action seemed to just be a disgraceful, whore-ish, unwanted action.

"Daniel?" Vlad stood up and inched towards the boy. The note of worry rang true in his voice as he tried to understand the sudden change in the boy's actions.

"I'm sorry…" Danny fell to the floor in a beetle position, burring his head in his legs. "I'm so sorry…" tears streamed down his face and soaked the blue fabric that adorned his legs. "…sorry…" His voice broke as emotion filled his throat. His resolve had dissolved in just a few words.

"Daniel, it's not something to be sorry about." Vlad went to lay a consoling hand on the boy's shivering back, but a shaking hand slapped it away. The teen kept clinging to the same phrase. Vlad, finding his years of intolerance rising inside him, did the only thing he knew the teen would respond to.

His strong fist slammed into the boy's side and sent him flying through the stale air. The boy was quickly sprawled out on the floor looking up at the man with utter shock painted on his tear stained face. Two strong smooth hands pulled the boy up by his shirt collar. "Pull yourself together! We didn't have drunk sex last night. You should be damn happy about that. Your virginity is still intact and we still have a strong relationship."

"…dirty." Danny replied, still in utter awe and confusion at the man's sudden actions.

"Why exactly do you feel dirty?" Vlad quizzed the boy. Danny couldn't talk. Instead his eyes fell on a bright red mark his lips had made just minutes before. Masters lightly touched a finger to where the boy was looking on his neck. He caught a glimpse of the discolored skin in the mirror that hung on his wall. "This little thing?"

"All…" Danny choked. "All of it." His blue eyes swept over the man's body and face. Small patches of pinkish skin, nip marks, and kissed spots littered his bare skin. The booming sound of Vlad's laughter filled the entire room and ripped to shreds the tense air.

"Are you joking? You feel dirty because you made out with me?" The silver haired man chuckled a bit more. "Either you are far too innocent, or you really need to take a good look at how ready you really are." The older man placed the teen on his bed and let him settle into a dignified sitting position. He squatted down so he could be eye level with the boy. "I love you Daniel. I don't mind a few kisses, or even a lot of kisses. That's what happens in relationships most times. Kisses, making out…" He slipped in a gentle kiss on the cheek. "…even sex. But they all come at their own pace. I don't hate you for getting a little frisky, and I don't think you're dirty."

"But, I forced myself on you!" Danny blurted out.

"Forced!" Vlad let out another string of laughter. "I enjoyed ever second of it."

"You enjoyed it?" Vlad nodded as the teen took in this odd turn of events. "You don't hate me?"

"How could I ever hate you?" His strong hands held the boy's face as his thumbs swirled gentle circles on the teen's reddened cheeks. "I love you and I love everything about you, including you're frisky actions."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Just don't you ever think like that again."