(British accent) Well, I'm not too sure what to do with my story just now. I believe this is a form a writers block. I hope you enjoy however this turns out, then. (End of british accent.)

I do not own MBAV, nor am I getting paid for this.

You'd Never Guess That Evil Would Win One Day

The Lust Isn't Yours

~Jesse's P.O.V.~

Taking care of a Fledgling was harder than I thought.

You have to feed it; And this particular one refused to have the same diet as me. He required time to make a substitute, one that he claims tastes like metal and salt, and downs it less than a minute.

You have to train it; And this particular one was lazy, and slow, and had the instincts of a turtle. He required many pointers, and repeating, and demonstrations, ans repeating . . .

And last of all, you need to give it your complete attention; And this particular one still has a knack for screwing up continously, and the curiousity of a toddler.

But there was nothing I'd rather do.

Presently, we were sitting on the couch, me drained from all the feeding, training, and babysitting, and Benny bouncing his legs, anxious to keep moving.

"Hey Jesse, do you wanna -"

"No." I said lowly. "I have only enough energy to finish this sentence."

"Oh, come on. You're a vampire, you have unlimited strength."

"So I thought." I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"See? Your energy is fine. Wanna go for a jog in the woods? Maybe a sprint?" He seemed to be kind of pushing the little tease, but the glare I gave him made his jaw click shut.

"Benny, if you have that much energy left, go train."

"C'mon, Jesse, I need to do something. But not that." He huffed. He seemed to pause, then speak quieter. "Jesse, can we . . . try something new?"

I opened one eye and tilted my head toward him. He seemed hesitant. "What do you mean?"

"Well, can we start with. . . kissing, maybe?" I sat up and stared at him, trying to interpret why he would suggest that. Maybe he was just too energetic? "Please?" His voise startled me back to reality.

"Do you really want that?" I asked quietly. He bit his lip and nodded.

"Yes."

My pretend lack of energy forgotten, I crawled over him, straddling his hips and brushing my lips against his cheek. His breath had came almost to a halt.

"Jesse, please. . ." He said through parted lips.

I allowed myself to kiss him. Then I allowed myself to do more.

~Ethan's P.O.V.~

". . . Prehaps I came on a bit too strong." I said, breaking the thick silence.

Me and Ben were sitting at the couch, having dinner and watching a movie. The tension between us was too much, and I knew it was because I was acting like a whore.

Ben started, turning to me.

"What do you mean?" He asked, playing dumb.

"You know what I mean. It's obvious. This tension. . ."

After a minute, Ben said something under his breath. "Maybe it's sexual tension?"

"What?" I had the decentcy to blush.

"Nothing. Forget it." Ben picked up his cup and my plate, going into the kitchen. I sat there, unsure.

Then suddenly, Ben gasped at grabbed the counter. I stood quickly. "Ben?" I moved into the kitchen and put a hand on his back. "You okay?"

His eyes wild, and his face flushed, he looked at me. Before he could speak, he moaned and put his head on the counter. I was slightly freaking out.

"Benny . . ." He groaned.

"Is he getting hurt?" I asked, heart racing.

Ben moaned again. "No. Just the opposite." He panted, then gasped. "God."

I stared at him, surprised. Benny? Doing that? With Jesse?

I knew I couldn't do anything about that, through somewhere deep, my heart fractured.

Ben let out a particularly high moan, and I realized I was getting quite aroused.

"Alright, Ben, maybe you should lay down and wait it out, hm?" He nodded. I lowered my hand to the small of his back and guided him to his room. While I was trying to get the door open, he let out another moan, then put his hand on my waist and leaned forward. He slowly wiped his tongue on the tender skin behind my ear. My vision clouded over, and my hands gripped him. I fought back any noise to come from me, then I finally got the door open.

I laid him on the bed and backed away, eyes glued to him. His hands clenched the sheets under him and twisted. His chest rose and fell unevenly, and his stomach clenched and spasmed along with his noices.

He appeared to be in complete ecstacy.

His eyes suddenly met mine, and I started.

"Ethan I . . ." He threw his head back in a groan. "I want you. So bad."

I wasn't sure what do say. But I knew he was being driven by someone else's lust, for someone else's body.

"Sorry, Ben. I can't take advantage of this with you." With that, I strode to the door and shut it behind me. I leaned back on it and slid down. But I can alone. I thought mischeviously.

I let his sounds filter through the door and used them until we were both finished.

I know, I know. Dirty me. And I know, I know, I don't update enough. I'm sorry. But I hope you at least accept this anyway. Reviews do help with the writing, though. Just saying. ~TrampledRose