A/N: Well, I lied. The vampaneze OC's aren't going to be in this chapter but the next one. I wanted to try something different so I wrote... a lemon! My first lemon actually, so I hope it came out okay... anyway it starts in the italics, so just skip over it if you want. Unfortunately besides that there's not much action in this chapter, but I promise the next one will be up soon. The only reason this one took to long was because I had exams. But they're over now, so yay, more writing time! Anyway, enjoy!

Warning: LEMON! If you don't like then don't read the italics and don't flame!

Darren woke slowly, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim grayness of dusk. Since he was a vampire (or at least a half vampire), he could see pretty well in the dark, and since the sky wasn't completely black yet, he could see quite clearly, just as he would be able to if it were light out. There was still some time left until night, which would be the latest he should get up.

Sighing contentedly, he ran a hand over the velvet lining of Steve's coffin with a smile. It was much softer than his hammock back at the Cirque, and actually made Darren consider getting one of his own even though he never liked sleeping in coffins much. But perhaps he could get used to it. Especially if Steve was there with him.

Steve. Darren felt his heart automatically skip a beat as he thought about his beautiful lover. The Vampaneze Lord laid next to him, head on Darren's shoulder, breathing deep and even. A blush spread across Darren's cheeks as he remembered last morning...

"Steve... dammit, Steve, I want you so bad..." Darren murmured in between gasping breaths as Steve kissed down his bare chest, stopping for a moment to lick over a nipple.

"A-ah!" Darren's eyes closed as Steve began to suck on the bud, and he let out a startled hiss when Steve bit down gently.

"You like that?" Steve chuckled, smirking as he drew away. Darren made a noise of protest until Steve lowered his mouth over the other nipple and repeated the process.

Darren moaned softly and Steve felt his pants growing tighter. All the noises Darren was making were starting to affect him... he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so turned on! He lifted his head to kiss Darren, who returned the kiss eagerly. Darren pulled Steve closer, pressing their bodies together.

As their tongues slipped into each other's mouths and began to battle for dominance, Darren felt something hard pressing against his leg. He pushed at it experimentally, and felt Steve shudder. Smirking in realization, Darren began to rub a knee against the bulge, grinning against the kiss when Steve moaned into his mouth.

"Why don't we take care of that now, hmm?" Darren murmured seductively, pulling away from Steve's lips. The Vampaneze Lord looked at him through half lidded eyes as Darren fumbled with his belt, then lifted his legs so Darren could pull his pants all the way off. The vampire prince threw them into a corner of the room, then sat back, eyes wide. Steve was lying before him in the coffin, free of all clothes (obviously he didn't bother with underwear), long hair tousled, bangs half falling into his eyes, lips slightly parted, looking sexier than anything Darren had ever seen in his life. His eyes trailed down Steve's body and he felt his cheeks grow warm.

"Like what you see?" Steve asked, smirking.

Darren grinned in answer, over his shyness, and, lowered his head. Without warning, his tongue darted out and licked the base of Steve's erect cock. The Vampaneze Lord drew in a sharp breath as Darren took him fully into his mouth and began to suck, lightly at first, then harder, taking as much of him in as he could.

Steve's breathing was becoming ragged, heart beating erratically as he tried to stop himself from thrusting into that moist heat, not wanting to choke his love. He hissed as Darren's teeth scraped the underside of the throbbing cock, then drew back until his mouth only covered the head.

Darren licked at the slit, smirking best he could at Steve's heated gasp, then pulled away completely. Steve let out a whine of protest at the loss, but was quickly silenced by a kiss.

"Fuck me," Darren whispered against Steve's lips, not caring how dirty he sounded. "I want to feel you inside of me, I want to hear your moans, I want-" now it was his turn to be silenced as Steve kissed him harshly.

The Vampameze Lord then pulled away, and Darren saw he was panting slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes clouded with lust.

"All right," he whispered, voice husky. He got up, and, before Darren could ask where he was going, returned with a tube of hand lotion. Darren's heart pounded as he unzipped his pants and wriggled out of them, then took off his boxers while Steve watched impatiently, throwing both items of clothing across the room.

Steve was on him almost instantly, pushing him back into the coffin. He kissed Darren fiercely for a few seconds, then pulled away. Darren watched nervously as Steve squeezed some lotion onto his hand, coating his fingers. Despite being the one to request this, Darren wasn't feeling at all confident now. He'd never done anything like this before, never let anyone be so intimate with him. On one hand it felt good to be opening up for the one he loved (and of course it felt physically amazing as well) but on the other hand it frightened him. He and Steve were crossing a huge line and their relationship would never be the same again. Was he ready for this change?

A warm hand on his thigh snapped him out of his thoughts. Steve gently raised one leg and rested it on his shoulder, then did the same to the other. "Relax," Steve murmured, voice soothing. "Ready?"

This was Darren's last chance to back out. But, as he looked up into Steve's eyes, he knew, despite his worries, he never wanted anything more than this.

"Ready."

Steve inserted a lotion-covered finger into Darren, then slowly began to thrust it in and out. The whole thing was rather uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt as much as Darren thought it would. Steve entered another finger and began to scissor them. Never mind, now it hurt. Darren held his breath, trying to ignore the pain. If he couldn't take this there was no way he'd be ready for anything else.

"A-agh!" Darren let out a strangled cry as Steve's fingers hit something inside of him that made his vision blur for a second. The pain had disappeared and now he felt nothing but complete bliss. "Steve... I want... you... now..." he choked out, finding it hard to string the words together. He was vaguely aware of Steve smirking and doing something with the lotion, then one minute he was positioned at Darren's entrance, the next he had pushed completely in.

Darren's mouth opened in a silent scream as Steve penetrated him, and he squeezed his eyes closed. It felt like he was being torn apart. Surely his insides were being ripped to shreds! How could people stand this kind of invasion? Tears gathered at the sides of his eyes, but he didn't open them, refusing to show this kind of weakness in front of Steve. Vaguely he was aware of fingers stroking his cheek, and he finally opened his eyes to see Steve gazing at him with concern.

As soon as he was inside Steve had wanted to thrust again and again into that maddingly tight heat, but he forced himself to stay still until Darren was ready. "You okay?" he asked softly, and Darren paused for a second before nodding.

And it was mostly true. The pain had now subsided to a dull ache, and though it wasn't exactly comfortable it wasn't unbearable. Steve stayed still for a moment longer, then slowly pulled almost all the way back out then pushed back in, and soon there was a steady rhythm going. It burned a bit, but Darren was quickly adjusting to being filled like that.

Suddenly pleasure erupted, not unlike the kind he'd felt before but even stronger. Darren let out a choked gasp, head falling back as Steve thrust into that spot again and again, harder and harder, making Darren cry out in complete ecstasy. Sweat trickled down their bodies and the two moaned in unison, both lost in this intense, blinding pleasure, close to the breaking point.

Steve wrapped a hand around Darren's weeping cock and began to pump in time with his thrusts, Darren moving up to meet him as he slammed into him. Then, with a cry of pure pleasure, Darren spilled his seed into Steve's hand and he went limp, chest rising rapidly up and down, breath coming in fast pants.

The sudden clenching around Steve was too much for him, and, with one final thrust, he came inside Darren, letting out a silent scream.

It took a minute before Steve could move enough to pull out, and then he flopped over next to Darren, eyes closing. The two lay like that for a few minutes before dragging themselves up to clean and dress in case one of Steve's guards happened to come in.

They fell asleep almost immediately after, draped over each other in a mass of arms and legs.

"Darren?"

The half-vampire was startled out of his thoughts replaying what had happened early that morning by Steve's voice, slightly husky from sleep. Darren turned to his lover who was looking up at him with tired, half lidded eyes.

"Morning," Darren told him, then chuckled. "I mean night. I don't think I'll ever get used to sleeping by day and getting up at night. Oh well. There's not much I can do about it now. Anyway we should probably get up now. The others will be waiting. We still have to decide what to do."

What to do. That was the reason they were here. Darren had almost forgotten, but now he remembered that the relationship between him and Steve wasn't all flowers and sunshine. If they wanted to survive this whole thing, they needed to think of a plan- and fast!

"Come on," Darren said, getting to his feet, eager to get started. The quicker they began the quicker they would find a solution. Steve stood as well and they headed across the room and out the door together. Just as they were turning a corner, they nearly ran into an annoyed-looking vampaneze whose clothes were drenched in coffee.

"Can't you people look where you're- oh, my lord! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!" The vampaneze bowed deeply, then his eyes flickered to Darren and he looked at him with obvious distaste. "This is the other vampire...?"

"This is Darren," Steve told him, stepping in front of Darren possessively. "You will not lay a finger on him if you want to live to see another night, do I make myself clear, Azar?" Steve's eyes were narrowed and he was glaring a glare that would send most humans running for cover.

"Yes, my lord," Azar replied, bowing again. Steve brushed past him without another word, leaving Darren to follow.

A/N: Well, how was my first lemon? When I was writing it I thought it seemed good, but when I read it over I wasn't so sure what to think . I've read a lot of lemons, but never wrote any myself. I tried to make this as realistic seeming as possible, but being a girl I've never had this experience so there was only so much I could do. Please, please, please tell me what you think and if I should continue writing lemons every one and a while or not.