Darren, dancing alcohol and a OC...not a good mix.. but what will Larten think? hasn't been beta'd...i need to locate 1 hu is more comfuuuuuuuurtable with my yaoi obsession and who doesn't require being payed with vhine and bag-ells.

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The whole place was alive.

People crammed so tightly, all moving as one.

The music pounded inside my highly sensitive ears.

But I didn't care.

It was amazing.

The numerous strobe lights illuminated the room.

Sweaty figures formed a vast ocean all around me.

Hands towered towards the ceiling.

My own hand was clasped around the neck of some alcohol-pop which had been bought for me by the man I was dancing with. I still couldn't quite get over how I managed to get in, I knew the purge had made me look older and as Larten regularly stated "desirable", but surely not old enough to enter a club.

I'd stormed out of the hotel with £30 in my pocket, enraged and with no sense of direction.

However, after a hour of strolling the streets aimlessly and ever so slightly lost I heard the heavy bass of what obviously sounded like a night club.

I followed the noise.

Moments later I was standing opposite a large multi-storied grey building, swarmed in neon lighting. A large queue had been formed outside the clearly popular construction.

I stayed in the darkened alleyway and observed the mass of people laughing and smiling, all waiting in the cold for a dance and a drink.

I look to the various outfits, all appropriate for the particular pastime.

I was simply dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. Whilst the majority of party goers had some type of piercing, body modifications or tattoos which they shamelessly sported.

I was jealous.

My childhood had been cruelly snatched away from me in a instant, I found myself desperately want to join in, to enjoy myself, to have fun.

I wanted to take a step back from being Darren Shan the boy prince, and just be plain Darren.

"Oi!" a male someone shouted at my direction from the snake of people.

I pointed to myself as mere reaction, frantically searching the queue for the owner of the voice.

"Yeah You! You coming in or not, gorgeous?"

I blushed at the mans comment, instantly deciding that I did indeed want to enter the club, I stepped out of my hiding spot, continuing to blush at the onslaught of cat calls and whistles that erupted from the strangers friends as I entered the glare of the street light and slowly crossed the road.

"I couldn't help but not notice such a pretty little thing standing all by himself now could I?" He grinned

"And we were wondering if you would do the honour of joining us" pointing to the large group of friends which he was surrounded by.

"I'd love to" I smiled shyly, immediately warming to the tall man

"Fabulous, names Byron by the way" he said, extending his shovel like hand.

"Darren" I replied, gladly accepting his hand and the others of his friends who I was also introduced to.

We all naturally began talking whilst we were waiting, acquainting ourselves with each other, and as we all neared the front of queue I started to feel like I was once again at school, amid my close friends and the hustle and bustle that was once my everyday life.

I had already taken a liking to Byron. He was tall, slender and equip with the largest arms and shoulders I had ever seen on a human, they were beginning to rival Arrows. He had striking blue eyes which were perfectly set amongst his olive skin and strong jaw. His dirty blonde hair stopped just below his chin and was roughly spiked here and there, the rest was left to do whatever it pleased.

His cheerful eyes momentarily caught mine as I took in his amiable features, I blushed once again and quickly turned my head away.

"Yo Byron" yelled the body guard situated at the door "Why didn't you say you were 'ere!?, come on in"

"My uncle owns the place" he explained at my confused expression. Clasping my hand he lead me to the where the giant of a man was standing and beckoning.

I allowed myself to be taken through the large front doors, to be lead to the dance floor. I didn't care about what Larten would think, I deserved some fun.

"You dancing?" Byron shouted above the music

"You asking?" I replied

"I'm asking." he grinned, offering his hand

"Then I'm dancing!" I laughed, taking it

Bodies moving together, hips gyrating, this was basically a massive orgy with clothes on, and I was loving every second of it.

Byron moved closer to me and the music sped up. My head was spinning, feeling myself fall backwards I reached out, gripping Byron's tight shirt and pulling myself back up, immediately locking lips.

I couldn't move, his hands clasped my hips, the alcohol that I had consumed heightened my senses as he daringly pulled at my lower lip with his teeth, I opened my mouth to protest but he slipped his tongue inside.

Our slippery muscles fought for dominance, pleasurably wrestling with each other.

I closed my eyes, lost in the moment.

I suddenly felt his presence be ripped from me, I instantly opened my eyes, what I saw made me wish I hadn't.

Byron's figure was flung across the room, slamming into the far wall with a dull thud.

There stood in the centre of the chaos was the man I was trying to avoid, and un-admittedly forget.

Larten Crepsley.

"When are you going to get it Darren?" he yelled "The time for your childish little games is up!"

"When are you going to start acting like a adult?" he asked, sounding painfully enraged. Yet something about his eyes told me that it wasn't just anger he was feeling.

Striding out of the club, snorting at Byron has he cowered away from his imposing figure, he left me in the middle of a now abandoned dance floor, receiving terrified and curious stares.

I sprinted out of the club, tears burning at my eyes, but I still refused to release them. These weren't tears of sadness, nor regret, these were tears of fury, and it was growing with every step I neared the source of my aggression.

I dashed down the streets, ignoring questioning glances and cries of protest as I knocked others back to get to my destination. I tore open the doors of the hotel and leaped up the stairs, taking three at a time, oblivious to the request not to run by the clerk.

Everything was a blur.

I was vaguely aware that I had entered the room, I found the reason for my aggression waiting for me, as usual.

My fist connected with his jaw, another with his nose.

"YOU BASTARD" I screamed, pummelling his chest

He stood there as I used him as a punch bag, screaming an insulting him, accepting and forgiving each blow.

I eventually managed to calm my breathing and fists, reluctantly I took a step back and took in what I had done.

His face was splattered with blood, one cheeks was swollen whilst his jaw and chin were mottled with purples and blues. His shirt was damaged beyond repair, revealing his toned stomach and pec's, all battered and bruised.

He just stood and stared, waiting for my next move.

I stumbled backwards, horrified at what I had done. The tears now falling freely.

I reached for the door handle and left the room, to ashamed of myself to stay any longer

I hurried down the stairs fixing my appearance on the way.

Working on autopilot I made my way over to the hotels bar which was fortunately open.

"I need some ice" I stammered

"A glass" The bartender smiled

"No, a bucket"

The mans eyes widened slightly, clearly thinking of questioning my sanity. Who asks for a bucket of ice at 3 in the morning? I accepted the champagne cooler and began the walk back up to our room.

I slowly opened the door, expecting a set of knuckles to embed themselves in my flesh.

I waited, but It never happened.

Instead I saw him sat on the bed, his back to me, shoulders hunched over, defeated.

He hadn't attempted to clean himself up

Closing and locking the door behind me, I made my way across the room.

Positioning the large container of ice on the bed side cabinet, I went into the bathroom and gathered a couple of towels. Placing a handful of ice into the towel, securing it in a tight bundle, I walked around the other side of the bed, my home made ice-pack in hand.

He didn't look up as I took his hand and wrapped it around the towel and forced him to hold it against his inflamed feature.

I once again went back into the bathroom, chucking the flannels into the sink and dousing them with warm water.

Turning off the taps, I wrung off the excess water, and carried the wet cloth back into the main room.

"Lie back" I instructed him quietly, carefully stripping him of his tattered shirt, I gently pushed his frame back against the sheets of bed.

Making sure the ice-pack was still in place, I took the flannel and began to dab at drying blood which marred his usually flawless face and chest.

He sighed contentedly as I hovered over him, using the damp cloth began to sooth his wounds.

I tried desperately to stop my hands from shaking.

He flinched slightly was I ran a tentative finger along one particularly nasty bruise which fell just above his navel

"I'm I.. I'm sorry" I squeaked, withdrawing my arm.

"Your hands are cold" he smirked, quickly grabbing the appendage in question.

Still managing to keep the cold towel in place, he brought my fingers to his mouth.

He kept my fascinated gaze as he licked my knuckles, palm and digits.

Once he was happy that he had amply covered my hand in saliva, checking the redness and swelling that I had neglected had disappeared, he placed it back onto his stomach.

"Hmmmmmmm" he mused "That's better"

I felt his scrutinising gaze, but I was unable to return it.

I stood still, unable to think, to move I had no idea what to do, where to turn to.

Familiar hot salty trails spilled down my cheeks. I felt so helpless, ridiculously stupid and childish.

"Darren?" he asked sitting up and opening his arms for me, my specially prepared ice-pack had been somewhat carelessly dunked back into the bucket.

I flung myself into his embrace, crying hysterically.

I'd hurt the one person I truly cared for. And for what?

"I'm…" I hiccupped "so….so…sor..sorry"

"Shush, I understand, I should be sorry not you." he whispered against my brow, kissing my tears away "I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else, I love you Darren, you're so precious to me " tightening his protective hold around me.

I tried to answer back, to tell him that I didn't want anybody else, that I loved him and only him but I wasn't able to get a word out of my mouth, let alone form a sentence. He smiled and pulled me closer.

I didn't remember how long we sat there, Larten comforting me, telling me sweet nothings.

We just sat there, slowly rocking back and forth as sobs racked my body.

I didn't know how long it took me to calm down.

I was thankfully still in his arms when I did.

"Darren? Are you alright" his voice was edged with concern .

"Uhum" I mumbled into his chest, still hiccupping slightly.

"Come on, bed" he sighed tiredly, as he proceeded to strip himself and then me down to our boxers.

I was led on the far side of the bed, listening to the now water bucket being poured down the sink and things being placed back into order.

I felt his weight on the mattress and heard the springs creak slightly. I was no longer alone and able to conceal myself inside the cotton sheets.

I had managed to count sixty sheep before I was interrupted

"Idiot" he grabbed my waist and pulled me across onto his half of the bed.

Using his other arm he managed to turn me around, I was know facing the less bruised chest of my mentor.

Wrapping his arms around me once again, he held me close to his chest, his head resting on my shoulder and his mouth next to my ear.

"You punch like a girl" he grinned.

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