A/N: I am currently looking for a beta. So, if anyone is interested in helping me out, just send me a message.

Trevor fell to the floor, the hit having knocked him out. "Alex!" Alex held his fist. 'That hurt,' he thought. Nyrant leaped off the bed, running over to the fallen blond. "Are you okay? Trevor? Trevor!" He turned to Alex. "You knocked him out." "That's what I was trying to do," Alex replied honestly. "Why did you hit him?" Nyrant demanded.

"He was disrespectful to you, my master," Alex said, not aware of what he had just called the other boy. "What did you call me?" Nyrant asked, a bit surprised and confused about whath e was hearing. "Master," Alex replied, not really thinking. He had stopped rubbing the soreness out of his hand which now resided in the fair locks of his hair. "Alex, let me see your neck," Nyrant demanded, having broken from his deep thought. He had thought it was strange that the other boy had protected him and called him master. All he needed now was proof to support his thoughts.

Alex walked over to Nyrant, his mind coming up with all the reasons why he wanted to see his neck. The most unlikly possibility was that he was a vampire. Alex laughed at his thoughts, startling Nyrant, who had been feeling around his neck for anything unusual. "I knew it," he breathed, sadness portraying in his voice. "You knew what?" the other boy asked, raising one of his blonde eyebrows.

"My father poisoned you." Alex blinked. He hoped his hearing had just spazzed out. "He what?!" he finally, asked. "He poisoned you with his new product. This poison will make you become loyal to the first person you see. And since I was the first person you saw, you are now truely my pet." Nyrant sighed, running a hand through his silky bangs. His brow furrowed as he tried to think of a way to free Alex.

Just as he was wondering if his father had a poison which reversed the effects, the blond on the floor moaned and sat up, grabbing his head. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing the bump that had formed while he was passed out on the floor. "Wait..."Nyrant said as he saw Trevor's eyes blink alive with memory. He searched the room and spotted his prey. "You!" he screamed and lunged for Alex.

Alex dodged his attack and whacked him on the head. "Yow!" Trevor tried to attack again, but Nyrant stopped him. "Trevor, I know that you think Alex was trying to force me," he started, blushing a deep red as he spoke, "but I was the one who started things." Of course he was lying, but Trevor didn't know that. Trvor's mouth hung open as Nyrant finished. He had always thought there was no way Nyrant would try to seduce someone, even though he had had a dream with that exact thing happening.

"Y-you started it?!" Trevor demanded, still slightly in shock. Maybe Nyrant wasn't as naive as he thought. "Yes," Nyrant replied, still blushing. Alex got off the bed and walked over to him, wrapping his strong arms around Nyrant. He snuggled against his neck and gave a territorial glare in Trevor's direction. Trevor growled, jealous of how Alex could get so close to Nyrant. He growled again and leaped towards Nyrant, wanting to stake his claim over him. "Eh?" Nyrant said as he was jerked from one boy's arms and into another.

Trevor pulled a little to hard and fell onto him bum, Nyrant landing with an "Off!" on his lap. That action earned a snarl and pounce from Alex, who landed on Nyrant's lap. "Get off me, Alex!" Trevor said, pulling onthe other blond's hair. "Owww! Nyrant, Trevor's being mean!" Alex pouted, shoving the hand away from his head. Nyrant tried to get out of the pile up, but placed his hand somewhere where he shouldn't have. Trevor's lap. As he tried to lean all of his weight onto the hand as he got up, he heard a yelp from Trevor. Nyrant looked at his hand and noticed where it was. "Ahh! I'm sorry!" he said, snatching the hand away and looking at the boy's face.

Trevor was near tears, he was in so much pain. "Ahh! I'll go get some ice! Alex, stay with him!" With that being his last words as he ran out the door, Alex couldn't help but obey. He looked over at the other, trying not to laugh. I mean, who wouldn't want to laugh if your arch enemy was almost crying from pain? Trevor thought it was less amusing. "Stop laughing at me!" he screamed, his voice high pitch from the pain. "I'm not laughing at you!" Alex said, putting on an innocent look. "I can see it in your eyes," Trevor said, glaring at the other blond.

Meanwhile, Nyrant was running to the kitchen, trying to find ice. He ran down the hallways before bursting through the swinging doors of the house's kitchen. He heard a smash and looked in the direction. One of the maids had dropped a plate, having been startled by his sudden appearance. She quickly began picking the pieces up, muttering a few "Oye eezvenee!". He ignored her and ran over to the head chef, asking for ice.

Nyrant took the bag of ice and ran back to the room containing the two blonds. He was out of breath when he scanned his pinky and walked into the room. Trevor looked as if he was ready to pass out, and Alex perked up when the red headed boy entered and walked over. Not really stopping to think, Nyrant held the bag against Trevor. Alex did stop. He quickly put his hand over Nyrant's, getting ready to pull it away. Before he got the chance, the door opened and a man entered. "Otetse!" Nyrant said.

((Translation from Russian to English: "I'm so sorry!"

"Dad!"))