Sorry for the delay, and for the length. Hopefully the content will make up for the short chapter.

Otis sighed as he stared at the cell phone taunting him from the desk across the room. The hotel room was beautiful, placed on the eighth floor of a wonderful hotel. His dear friend Vikas had insisted he take it, as a reward for having worked so hard. Otis knew the real reason, though. It was to get him away from Nelly. Or rather the memory of Nelly.

It had been a true tragedy on everyone when she died. In all her years of nursing not one of her patients ever complained about her work. But she remained humble, soft, and so very polite. Not only passionate about her job, but also about her life all around. When her passion began to include Otis, he couldn't describe the joy. He had even grown to love his nephew, even if it was a bit rocky at first. What could he do, having not had much contact with Tomas after he had married Melina? He had gotten to know them both and didn't bother looking back.

Then he became a police officer. Things seemed to go amazingly well, his pay was steady as well as Nelly's own money, Vlad was starting high school; things looked bright. Nelly had even accepted his marriage offer. They were to be married in the fall.

But it was a short lived dream.

He had discovered that she had been murdered while leaving the hospital on a late shift. Her body had been discovered by a passing security guard. When the murderer had been revealed, it was a man who was a relative of a man Otis had put away long ago. He had been looking to get revenge, and he had gotten it despite that he had been caught. After her death, Otis had vowed to keep Vladimir safe.

But now, with this vacation that Vladimir insisted he go on by himself, he didn't know what to do with his time other than wait for Vlad's call. He stared at the phone, daring it to ring. But it didn't. He contemplated calling, but knew it would make him worry more, and want to go home. Vlad would feel terrible if that happened.

So, to keep his mind off of his cell phone, he began dressing for the night. He could go into the city the following morning, visit an old friend of his that ran a shop with his son not too far away. Then he could call Vladimir, assuming that he hadn't already.

As he lay down in the plush bed, he stared at the red digits on the clock beside him. Midnight.

Hm...I wonder how Vladimir is doing...

Why anyone would want to live in a place like this was beyond poor Vladimir Tod. It was dark, damp, and smelled odd. Not bad, but not good either.

He made his aimless observations as he was led through the damp tunnels of the underground base (he assumed it to be). The lights were an eerie orange, like the ones he would see in the car tunnels. They barely lit his way but luckily, he wasn't the one leading the way. It was the stranger who had welcomed him, and his two bodyguards.

The man had been smiling ever since he had made eye contact with Vlad. It was creepy, to say the least. Sure, he had a better air about him, but he was still the boss of the thugs that had kidnapped him in the first place...

"Vladimir."

Vlad jumped at the use of his name. How did he know his name anyway? He gazed at the regal looking man as he stopped to look down at the teenager. Those eyes...so painfully vibrant and scary. They made Vlad's knees tremble inside his jeans.

"You are distracted. What troubles you?"

Vlad blinked. Obviously this Dorian was good at reading others, very alert about his surroundings. He'd have to keep that in mind. Even if his mind was slowly processing the words, his body acted before his brain did. "Er-"

"You must be exhausted. Come, you may sleep in my quarters."

And before he could recollect his thoughts, he found Dorian leading him with breakneck speed down the hall and into a dark room. It was lined by the moon in the window, giving it an eerie glow. Soon a reddish orange glow lit the room, showing more of the precious possessions and the long bed to Vlad. It was a very well kept room, very clean and smelled nice. Just like its owner, it seemed almost regal.

The bed was pressed smooth with its bloody red blanket, the room darkened with black curtains. Looking around, Vlad could see the source of the warm light. Dorian had lit some long wax candles, filling the room with the smell of fire. He looked at Vlad after waving the little flame on the match away, a smile still playing at his lips. Didn't his face ever get tired?

He approached Vladimir and stared down at the boy. Now that he was closer, Vlad could observe him more carefully. He assumed that he had hung up the coat he had been wearing, revealing the gentlemanly vest, dress shirt, slacks, and satin tie. His auburn red hair slicked back and clean, and his eyes a soft brown with a sharp spark...he was truely a beautiful man. But still, he was a kidnapper. And the very presence of him made Vladimir shake.

The teen looked away and hugged himself in attempt to hide away. He just wanted to go home, away from this place, away from those thugs, the men in black, and...Dorian. "Otis..." he whimpered.

"You tremble when I look at you, young one," Dorian mused. He felt his heart ache when Vlad looked away from him and mumble to himself. He wanted to make the poor boy comfortable, to know how he wanted to make Vlad feel better. He knew his men hadn't done a very good job doing that, and he would apologize for it later, and scold them for doing so. But right now he wanted to show Vlad that he meant no harm to him.

Impulse made his hand reach out and brush at Vlad's pale cheek. The boy flinched and tried stepping away, but the other hand had already begun wrapping around his shoulders. He whimpered lightly as Dorian began wrapping him in a strong hold, stroking at his cheek and pulling his hair behind his ear.

Slowly, Dorian's head descended and he pressed his lips to Vlad's jaw. The boy's skin was so cold and soft. And he smelled absolutely divine. No one could appreciate Vladimir's beauty like Dorian could. He had admired him from afar for some time, and now he had finally gotten what he wanted.

Dorian's lips were cold. They pressed against his jaw, his cheek, his neck. His heart seemed to hold onto his ribs to keep from leaping out of his chest and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes burned. He wanted to fight his way out, but what could he do? He couldn't even handle the bullies in school let alone a grown man. He wasn't like Otis...he wasn't strong like Otis was, he wasn't sly like Henry, or scary like October and Kristoff.

All he could do was cry, like the baby he was. He felt ashamed and weak. His tears burned his cold skin. Henry's voice came to him.

"What're you doing, Vlad? Lettin' that guy touch ya like he wants? You gonna take that? C'mon, Vlad, I know you can do better than that!"

"Yo, Vladdy! Fight back, don't be such a wuss!"

October? Well, wasn't that a surprise?

"Vladimir, what happened to everything I taught you?"

Otis... Out of everyone, he wanted to prove to Otis that he could take care of himself. Even if it was just an imaginary Otis...

Vlad pushed on Dorian's arm, "Stop..." But Dorian kept pushing him. He pushed until Vlad's knees hit the matress and he fell back, Dorian caging him in with his body and sucking at his neck as though savoring the taste. Vlad pressed his hands to Dorian's shoulders and squeezed them, trying with what little strength he had left to push Dorian away.

He bit his bottom lip, feeling just a bit of guilty pleasure from the wet tongue on his neck. He hated the feeling it gave him, though still couldn't find all of his strength. He wondered if perhaps the fight from his home and the abrupt awakening earlier, as well as the fear had taken its toll in strength.

What love Lady Luck felt for him.

Dorian's hand began massaging Vlad's arms as he brought his knee up, pushing it between Vlad's legs. The teen gasped harshley, his nails digging into Dorian's clothing. He inhaled the sweet scent of Vladimir Tod and exhaled sweetly. The taste, smell, sound, touch...everything he did was wonderful. Mindlessly he felt at the teen's body, groping at his hips, rubbing his thighs, before finally, his hand felt between their bodies. Vlad lurched as Dorian began rubbing and groping him, his legs trying desperately to close and his body squirming. Dorian wanted more, though, and slipped his hand into the boy's pants. He was hard, and Dorian felt the wetness forming. The boy was sensitive, perhaps a virgin?

Thinking of the possibilities should the teen be a virgin, Dorian near drooled ungracefully on the boy's neck. But he quickly burried his nose and mouth into the crook of his neck as he used his free hand to unzip the black jacket and snake his hand under the t-shirt beneath. "Get off..." the boy muttered as he pushed at Dorian. The man stared at him questioningly. Was he not enjoying it? Dorian had always gotten good feedback during things like this with previous partners he'd had, men and women. Never had he heard someone say that to him, was he just not doing it to Vladimir's preference?

"I said get off!" the boy said again, pushing harder. Dorian slipped his hands out of the soft material of his clothes and placed them on either side of Vladimir's head, staring at him. Despite the courage he had heard in his voice, his facial expression betrayed him with the intense look of fear and desperation. Very unbecoming.

Dorian stared into Vladimir's eyes for a long time. Such sharp eyes, grey slipping out into the black of the iris from the circle pupil. It was rare for a single eye to have two colors like this, and the fact that it was greyish added to the exotic nature. Any cases Dorian had heard of two eye colors in a single iris had been green and blue. He much prefered Vladimir's eyes, as they reminded him of the dark side of a beautiful moon.

Finally, realizing he was staring, Dorian closed his eyes and took in a deep inhale, savoring Vladimir's scent before pushing himself up. He pressed his clothes and fixed his tie, clearing his throat to regain his composure. "I apologize, dear Vladimir. I lost my control." He looked at the boy, who stared at him with wide frightened eyes, like that of a frightened fawn. He smiled his warmest smile. He had perfected, practically invented, the art of faking a beautiful smile. "You are permitted to sleep in my quarters without being disturbed." He didn't feel like sleeping, anyway...

Dorian pulled his coat over his shoulders and put a dark hat over his head, turning as he stood in the doorway to take one last look at the teen. "Sweet dreams, Vladimir Tod."

And with his final words, he shut the door.

And Vladimir could've sworn he heard it lock from the outside.