Perca. Ur creepin me out. Lol. Jk. But still. U counted? 10 days, 19 hours? Yikes. OH! And then there was this totally mystery person who left a review saying Why are yaoi story always over the top...ew... SERIOUSLY? This story is NOT dramatic. I can write drama, and this AINT IT. So, biatch, how about u get ur genres straight, and THEN you can comment. Hm? ^_^

Anywho, happy reading! :D

"Vladimir!" Otis called from below, "How'd you get up there?"

Vlad looked down from the beam he sat upon at least 25 feet above the ground. He laughed. "I don't know!"

Vikas waved. "Can you come down?"

Vlad swallowed. "Uh…"

"Vlad…" Otis warned, "I don't want to have to call the fire department."

Vlad took a deep breath. Ever since last night, Vlad had been feeling… different. He looked around, his mind on hyper drive. He could swing to the other beam and slide down the wall. Or, leap to the window, or run down the beam to the pole and slide down.

Or… jump.

Vlad smiled and leapt. He heard a gasp come out of Otis as he landed. Crouched, one hand in front of him, the other flared out behind him.

Dorian would be proud.

Otis gaped. He looked to a grinning Vikas. "Do you know how he got up there?" Otis breathed. Vikas shrugged. "We were training like normal, and he just… jumped."

Vlad ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Don't ask, cuz I donno. I just felt this burst of energy and… boom."

Otis put his hands on his hips. "Huh."

Vlad took his phone out after a buzz from his pocket. 1 text. Coming? Random number. For some reason, that made Vlad smile.

"What is it?"

Vlad's head whipped up, smile gone. "What?"

"Funny text?" Vikas asked.

Vlad shrugged. "Something like that," he pocketed the phone, "I gotta go."

"Right," Otis sighed, "Henry. You're quite the social bee these days."

Vlad stared. "Social bee?" he shook his head and made for the door, "See? This is why I don't hang out with you."

Otis looked to Vikas. "What?"

#

Dorian's house smelled like steam. Soapy steam. Vlad called out after setting his back pack on the floor next to the couch and taking off his sneakers. "Are you in the shower?"

Vlad heard footsteps. "Don't look, I'm naked."

Vlad hesitated and shut his eyes quickly. Then a sharp pain came to his leg suddenly. "Open your eyes. I have pants on you panzy."

Vlad opened his eyes to see Dorian walk by and sit on the couch, drying his hair with a towel. All he had on was a pair of black sweats. Thats it. Vlad narrowed his eyes. "Did you just… towel whip me?"

Dorian shrugged. "Maybe."

Vlad walked in front of him. "I need to talk about something with you."

Dorian sipped something from a mug he had picked up off the coffee table and set it back down. "And I need something better to do than paper work, partying, and seducing teenage boys. But what would the world be then?"

Vlad tried to keep his cool. "Your blood. It… it made me stronger."

Dorian nodded and slipped his finger through a belt loop on Vlad's jeans. "That's to be expected," he pulled Vlad forward, "But don't expect to get any more." Dorian pulled Vlad down awkwardly, and Vlad adjusted as he spoke. "What?"

Dorian leaned forward and started kissing his throat. Vlad shivered and relaxed a little tilting his head to the side. Dorian opened his mouth, Vlad feeling his fangs scraping his neck…

Vlad shrugged him away. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Dorian sighed. That kind of… your being difficult sigh.

"My blood is ancient, Vladimir," Dorian explained, "It will wreak havoc on your body. Perhaps drive you insane. Sure, it'll start off as strength, but it'll give you my hunger. And that, my boy," he smiled seductively, "is not something you want."

Vlad swallowed and bit his lip.

"So I know I must smell fantastic," Dorian yanked Vlad by the shirt off his lap and onto the couch back down, "But you'll have to resist. You don't want to feed off your uncle or something, do you?"

Vlad swallowed again. Dorian adjusted and started kissing Vlad quickly. Vlad relaxed and kissed back, their tongues clashing and Dorian powering through. Taking control like he always did. Vlad didn't know why he didn't mind being… controlled. It was weird. And hot.

Dorian's head dropped and he bit into Vlad's throat before he could protest.

Vlad's whole body tensed at the sudden penetration. He relaxed as Dorian drank deep. Dorian fixed his jaw firmly on Vlad's throat, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. The thought that Dorian was in control all the time, that he could kill him on the spot sent an excited chill through him. It was like dancing with death. Make the right moves and be rewarded.

Now, Vlad knew that wasn't the whole concept of their relationship- just some. He thought there was something more than just blood and kisses.

There was some new found comfort with him.

Not just a… a "partner", but a friend.

Now that sounded weird. But it was true. Vlad could… could talk to him. And be listened to.

Sigh.

How long has it been?

Vlad opened his eyes groggily. Was Dorian's house always this fuzzy? And what's with the black dots in the corners of his eyes?

Shit.

Shit!

He's taking too much!

And he's going on about control. Hypocrite.

He was going to pass ou-

Vlad woke up to music. Loud music. He recognized the song as Disturbed's "Another Way to Die."

Where was Dorian? Wait. There he was.

Hanging upside down on a pull up bar reading. Vlad sat up with a groan. Dorian looked up- or… down, he guessed- and smiled. "You're up," he called over the music.

Vlad rubbed his neck and sat up with a groan. He watched as Dorian flipped down and set the book on a table. "You missed it," he smirked, "I was doing pull-ups"

Vlad rolled his eyes. "Hot."

Dorian sat down next to Vlad and poked him. "You know it."

"What time is it?"

Dorian looked up to the clock on the wall. "8:18."

Vlad choked. "What? That means I was out for like… an hour and a half!"

Dorian nodded. "Yep. I watched half an Underworld movie, did some paper work, and then started working out."

"And the fact that I might have died never crossed your mind?"

"I tried to wake you up," he shrugged, "But I got bored."

"How much did you take?"

Dorian shrugged. "Two, maybe three pints."

"Felt like four."

"It's been a while, and it's hard to stop as is."

Vlad sighed as the song changed to "Lights out" by Breaking Benjamin. "You have a problem."

"Problem," Dorian purred in response, leaning forward, "Is in the eye of the beholder." Dorian kissed him softly, smoothly snaking his arm around Vlad's waist. He's changing the subject. Ugh. And it's working. Vlad began to melt right into his arms…

He pulled away. "I'm serious."

Dorian rolled his eyes and scooted closer. "Okay, I took a little bit too much. It won't happen again."

"Promise?"

"Do you want a certificate or something? Yes, Vladimir. I promise."

Vlad sighed. "Uh huh."

"You ask too much of me." Then Dorian engulfed Vlad in a needy kiss. Vlad kissed back, feeling like a noodle in Dorian's strong arms. God he was so gay.

After a couple minutes, Dorian was the one who pulled away. "Where does Otis think you are?"

Vlad brushed the hair out of his eyes. "At Henry's."

Dorian thought for a second. "Staying the night?"

Vlad shrugged. "I guess. I was planning on leaving here after a while and going to his house-"

"You should stay here."

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Dorian grinned. "Stay the night."

"What would we do?"

"Each other. Duh."

That made Vlad laugh. "You're crazy."

Dorian chuckled back. "I know. But seriously. You should. As glamorous as the world of drinking and groping woman might seem, it grows tiresome."

Like any other teenage boy, Vlad asked, "What would I eat?"

Dorian shrugged. "I'll order something. Please?"

"I donno…"

Dorian lowered his head and looked up with big brown eyes. "Please?"

Vlad sighed and said something he'd most likely regret. "Sure."

Dorian's smile brightened and he grabbed Vlad's head in both hands, pressing his lips to Vlad's quickly and leapt off the couch like some giddy little girl.

Vlad ran his tongue over his upper lip and called out. "What are you doing?"

"Getting a couple movies!"

-1 hour later-

"Holy crap!"

"Shhh!"

"But the foot prints!"

"You scare so easily."

"Do not."

Dorian pulled the blanket over Vlad's shoulder. "Stop being a panzy. Paranormal Activity is one of the least-" Vlad shoved his shoulder. "To you. The previews make it look stupid but the movie is… weird." Dorian laughed. "Weird."

-2 hours later-

Vlad sat on the center of the kitchen table. "What are you going to do?"

"Hold still."

Dorian threw a blanket over Vlad.

"What are you-?"

"Still."

Vlad felt Dorian set something square on his head. A book? "Dorian, if you're doing something weird…"

"I need a platform."

"My head."

"No, your head is to hold up the platform."

"Can't you just get a chair or something?"

"Nope."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why aren't you?"

"I'm on a table!"

-3 hours later-

It was completely dark. Sure there was light from the moon leaking in the window, but other than that, all Vlad had to rely on was hearing. And the problem with Dorian was he was really quiet. Definitely a hunter.

Hide and seek was no fun with him.

And the minute he heard some sound near the kitchen table, he backed up quickly down the hallway. He walked into a random room at the end and immediately recognized the scent as Dorian's room. Okay, okay…

Vlad tucked himself behind a chair.

The goal is to see if I can find you he had said.

Vlad thought he just wanted to fuck with him.

And it was working.

Ugh.

Vlad exhaled softly, trying not to make a sound.

And that's when someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him onto his back. Vlad yelped in surprise. Vlad heard some kind of feral growl come from Dorian. Vlad froze.

After a pause, Dorian laughed, his eyes fading back to that dark brown. "You're so cute."

"Jesus," Vlad breathed, "You asshole."

"I know." Dorian leaned down and kissed Vlad Spiderman style before hauling him up onto his feet. "You tired?" Dorian chuckled, noticing Vlad's luggy-ness.

"A little."

Dorian shoved him onto the bed.

Vlad looked over his shoulder. "Jerk."

Dorian crawled over Vlad and stretched out onto the soft comforter. "Yeah…"

Vlad looked around uselessly. Still dark. "So, do I take the couch?"

"Nope."

"Do you?"

"Nuh uh."

Vlad smiled nervously. "We both… sleep- here?"

"You are such a virgin." Dorian grabbed Vlad by his shirt, pulling him onto his chest. He'd recently put a shirt back on after the whole table incident. Vlad rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

Dorian climbed under the covers, pulling Vlad under with him. Dorian put and arm around Vlad. "Ah," he sighed, "This be the life."

"This is weird."

"Yeah. Yeah it is."