Vampires Prefer Blondes: Chapter 4

King's Bedding

The bedding was ruffled from tumblings and curses from the previous night. The rest of the apartment seemed unaffected by the strange visitor. Light was streaming gloomily on an overcast day as two men slept well into the afternoon; for reasons entirely different and exclusive of each other.

The blonde was lying on his stomach, head muffled into a pillow that wasn't his own, resting calmly. Contrary to his bindings from both sheets and flesh, he felt like both the oppressors of the previous night and the saviors in a dreamlike alfresco, surrounded him. He wasn't sleeping though.

He hadn't quite understood what had gone on between them that night. They had been too quite, and entire junta appeared to be sentencing him. Despite the open nature of the room (or rooms), he felt confined by the deeds he had committed the night previous. He had kissed and touched and groped and every other possible action, and this was the aftermath of what had occurred. He was lying naked in a bed with a man, and he wasn't a virgin.

"Why are you awake?" Trowa mused and rolled over to his side, still looking unimpressed and he rubbed Quatre's arm.

The younger man played at a smile and buried his face deeper. "I guess I can't sleep," he seemed to be partitioning off his emotions to Trowa. "I've never done something like that before."

Trowa moved closer and moved his other hand to clutch at Quatre's side, moving his fingers up and down the curves of his spine and vertebras. "You don't regret it though."

"No, I don't. So what's your point?" He brought his mouth closer, so that they were almost breathing each other's gasps, exhales, and pants.

Trowa rolled off onto one of his sides and moved his left arm to support his neck. "I guess I just expected for you to be depressed, young guys like you tend to think of this kind of thing as more than what it is."

Quatre was silent and he looked around the empty room again, adjusting himself so he was sitting up against the bedposts as Trowa was. It was so empty in the room that he couldn't bring himself to move from the bed. Going anywhere would require so much walking that he felt it might be awkward.

With much transposed alacrity, he moved out of the bed and began to dress. Trowa watched him, buttoning his pants, pulling on his ruffled and dirty shirt. He doubted he would offer to wash anything. He thought that leaving might prove some type of sympathetic comfort for either of them. So he continued to dress even as Trowa stood from the bed and walked in front of him. He stared; his eyes blinking and showing nothing short of disgust, and Quatre only caught a few quick glances of the pupils as they dilated.

"You're still so young," Trowa sighed and began to dress himself.

Quatre was just smoothing out his shirt when he caught what he had said and immediately began for further vehement arguments. "Why do you say that, because I'm not acting like a piece of meat. It would be a little too easy for you that way wouldn't it?"

Cotton covered the marbled skin of the brunette as he replied. "See, you don't regret it but you still expect me to make something up to you. Why don't you just say that you wished I would just throw you down and fuck you again?"

"I have to get out of here." Quatre turned without any further sentiment and began his proportionally gargantuan walk towards the exit.

He took one final glance, with the man he had lost his virginity to standing next to his bed, gently smirking again.

He had to say something at least, to him, he doubted he would ever be in a circumstance (regardless if he ever saw him again) where he could articulate his feelings. "OK, so I slept with you, and it was my first time, and when I walk out this door all I'll have is a pain in the ass and a smell from your booze, but like you said, I don't regret it."

They stared on, and they truly knew each other then.

There was a boy, and a man, a demon of a man, a vampire, and they had known each other if only for a night. And in that night they met someone that they had dreamed of. Across the entire Earth, neither could imagine a harlequin tale of subsequent flamboyant passion nearly as engendering.

"Let's see if you regret anything," and he left the apartment.

THE END

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^^;;; I know, I know.no lemon! Well, I'll probably eventually post a continuation or a side story or something on my site, I just have other stuff to get to, and I think I got out what I meant to in that last little bit.

Don't be mad! *gets up flame shield*