A/N: I've re-done chapters 1-3 a bit, correcting some things and adding more detail. I'm planning on doing the others tomorrow but wanted to get this chapter up first.

This is more like a mini-chapter to catch up on the other characters (and build up the suspense). Oh, and it has sexual content. Enjoy~!

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"Do you think everything's okay?" Darren asked as he stared out the upstairs window of his and Steve's room at the approaching dusk. "I heard some loud noices downstairs... it sounded kinda like fighting."

"Tch. There's nothing to worry about, they're always fighting," Steve replied, completely unconcerned. The Vampaneze Lord lay with his head on a satin pillow, the top half of his body in his coffin, legs out. His feet also had a satin pillow, which luckily stayed clean since Steve had the sense to take his shoes off. This was something his friend never used to do when they were younger, Darren noted, showing that the other had matured at least a little.

"Come back to the coffin," Steve whined, putting down the magazine he was reading (Clothing of the Night) and pouting at the young vampire. "I'm cold. And I swear, nothing's wrong down there."

Nodding reluctantly, Darren returned, sitting down next to Steve. "The other princes are going to find out about this soon," Darren said quietly, completely unaware that they already knew. "What are we supposed to do then?"

"Damn, you worry way too much," Steve muttered, rolling his eyes. "You haven't changed a bit."

Darren wanted to protest, but couldn't really think of a good enough argument for it. He must have changed in some ways, besides the more obvious ones, right?

"When they find out, we'll just slash them to pieces," Steve murmured, grinning sadistically. "Watch all that vampire blood stream out, cut them open and stab through their hearts again and again..."

"Steve!" Darren glared at his love, shaking his head. Still the same bloodthirsty beast, it seemed.

"Kidding, kidding," Steve smirked, running his fingers through his long silver hair. "Kind of."

Darren sighed, closing his eyes. He wished Steve would completely let go of his hatred for vampires. It would make things so much easier for them both.

"Lighten up!" the Vampaneze Lord exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the brunette. "We still have time to figure out what to do. We have all the time in the world."

Darren wasn't so sure about that, in fact, he had a nagging suspicion Steve was dreadfully wrong, but decided to let it go for now. Steve was right, he was being too uptight. He needed to relax and enjoy the time he had with his love before things got more complicated.

Smirking, the Vampire Prince suddenly pounced on Steve, who let out a small sqeak of surprise. He proceeded to press his lips to those of the Vampaneze Lord, kissing him sofly at first, then harder, deeper. His hands slid under the other's shirt, caressing the smooth porcelain skin.

"Mmm, what's gotten into you tonight?" Steve murmured, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, tossing it carelessly behind him. He had never been too concerned about neatness or wrinkles. "You're so... dominant."

"Oh, so you think you're the only one who can be dominant?" Darren replied, raising an eyebrow. "I am a vampire, after all."

"Yeah, but-" Steve's words turned into a soft moan as Darren ran his tongue teasingly over a nipple before taking it into his mouth.

"I love that... I love when you make those sounds," Darren whispered seductively, moving a hand downward until it was pressing against the Vampaneze Lord's inner thigh, softly rubbing against the fabric.

"Darren..."

"I'm going to make love to you, right here, right now," the Vampire Prince murmured, caressing Steve's leg. "Any protests?"

Silence.

"Didn't think so."

In about a minute they were both completely undressed, staring at each other's bodies in all their naked glory. They never got tired of seeing each other like this.

"Tell me if it hurts," Darren murmured as he slowly pushed a lubed finger into the Vampaneze Lord.

Steve tensed, but didn't say anything. There was pain, yes, but he'd felt pain before. It was nothing he couldn't take and he certainly wasn't going to make a spectacle of himself because of it. Another finger was added and they scissored, stretching him widely. Steve couldn't help but let out a loud moan as one brushed against something inside him, sending tingles down his spine.

"There?" With a wicked smirk, Darren massaged both fingers against that spot, making Steve shudder and press against them, wanting more. Darren waited, watching as the Vampaneze Lord rocked against his fingers again, teasing him until he was practically fucking himself on them.

Steve let out a whine of protest when Darren pulled away, only to gasp softly when the prince pressed the tip of his erection to his entrance.

"Ready?"

Steve nodded, taking a deep breath, and before he knew it, Darren had pushed all the way into him and paused, letting him adjust.

It was a lot bigger than the fingers, that was for sure, and Steve's breath came in sharp gasps as he tried to deal with the pain. "Move," he hissed, wanting to feel, to feel it all, including pain.

Darren nodded hesitantly, pulling back out before thrusting in again. They soon developed a rhythm, Steve meeting the thrusts halfway.

The Vampaneze Lord groaned, panting heavily as Darren began to hit that spot inside him with each thrust, harder and harder every time. The Vampire Prince grasped Steve's length, beginning to pump in time with the thrusts, adding to the silver haired man's pleasure.

"F-fuck! Darren!" Steve cried out as he was hit by an intense sensation, nerves on fire, and shuddered his release, head thrown back, long silky hair falling everywhere.

The tightening walls against his member, added with the incredible, pleasured look on the Vampaneze Lord's face and Steve's amazing, bewitching beauty made Darren follow soon after, coming with a cry of Steve's name.

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Down in the dungeon, Clyde had Mika pinned against the bed so the Vampire Prince was unable to move. Even if he wasn't trapped, however, Mika was unsure if he could move. The amount of blood he'd lost made him feel weak still, though much of his wounds had healed.

The raven haired man had no idea where he was. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the vampaneze he'd fought earlier staring down at him uneasily. He had no idea why the other would be uneasy, since he really couldn't put up any kind of fight now. Maybe he was just the overly cautious type.

"I'm not going to fight," Mika muttered, glaring up at Clyde with his piercing hawk eyes. "Would you mind stepping away from me? I can't breathe with you pinning me down like that."

Instead of raising himself up and away from the other, Clyde moved down.

Closer.

Closer.

Too close.

Close enough so that his lips now pressed against Mika's in a rough kiss.

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At Gannen's call, the vampires, Little Person, and vampaneze (minus Clyde and Mika who were still trapped in that basement cell, and who Gannen completely forgot about anyway) were gathered in the living room, sitting on the couches, chairs, floor, and even tables, resulting in a knocked over china lamp. Their faces were all pale, even the vampaneze's purple skin holding a much whiter tint.

The stout man who had shoved a vampaneze off the armchair he now sat in, stared intensely at each of them, his gaze making them shiver, and, in some cases, tremble.

Finally, his eyes came to rest on Darren and Steve, who sat on a couch. Darren's hands were clammy and shaking, and Steve's jaw was set indignantly, though his heart pounded in his chest.

"Alright, boys, here's the deal."

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A/N: Well, that actually turned out longer than I thought it would. I hope the sex scene didn't seem too rushed.

Reviews are much appreciated, as well as constructive criticism. Thanks so much for reading and the next chapter shall be up shortly! (: