James woke up feeling like he hadn't eaten anything in weeks and needed a big cheeseburger. Logan was sprawled out in the hay nearby, mouth hanging open just slightly, looking like a strange kind of angel. James sat up and ran his hand through his hair, the painful remembrance of the haircut last night coming back.

"Pst! Logan!" James whispered. Logan didn't stir. James reached out and poked his maker's ribs, making Logan's black eyes snap open.

"What?" he asked almost angrily.

"I'm hungry."

Logan sat up sleepily and looked around. Through a few cracks in the wood, he saw that it was daylight outside, but the time was beyond him.

"I suppose we should be moving on, shouldn't we?" Logan observed. "It will be hard to feed during the day… How hungry are you?"

"Loooogan," James pleaded. "I'm DYING!"

"I do not know how to get you something to eat," Logan said in surrender as James got up. "I think you are out of luck."

"I wanna bite the shit outta something. I can feel my new fangs! See?" James opened his lips to show off white and straight teeth, two razor sharp and slightly curved fangs complimenting them.

"Very nice," Logan smiled as James returned to his pout.

"Can I bite the shit outta something in the woods? What if I found a critter?"

"A 'critter'?"

"An ANIMAL."

"I don't know…"

"Just like… a little deer."

Logan sighed and gave in.

"Fine."

"Rad. Thanks, Logie," James sang, not hesitating to plant a kiss on Logan's cheek before grabbing his backpack with finality.

"Hey! You can't do that!" Logan said in defense, touching his cheek in shock. Back in his day, a kiss on the cheek was almost the same as a kiss on the lips, and he wasn't okay with that. Kisses would only get Logan attached to James, and that wasn't good.

"Can't I?" James asked slyly. "I think you dug it."

"Don't do it anymore," Logan said, looking straight up at James, who towered over him.

"Look, Loge. I can't control it," James said simply.

"And DON'T call me that. Or Logie," Logan instructed.

"What's the deal with that?"

"Just don't."

"I can't get the impulses under control, LOGAN. MR. MITCHELL."

"Well you'll have to learn," Logan said, briskly passing James.

"Did you learn to control yourself around Delilah?" James asked smartly, making Logan turn angrily to him. "I'd bet some serious bread that you got down and dirty with her more than you did anything else."

"This is NOT about me."

"Look, Mr. Mitchell-"

"Don't call me that," Logan sighed impatiently.

"Okay, then it's just Logan. That's dumb."

"Is not."

"ANYWAY, I know you think I'm sexy," James said simply. "Especially with my new haircut and my shiny new virgin fangs and my wounds all healed up."

Logan scoffed and crossed his arms.

"You can only keep up this act for I'd say an hour tops," James said matter-of-factly.

"Oh REALLY?"

"Yeah. Just watch," James said simply.

He followed Logan down to the doors of the stable, and as soon as the doors were opened he was burnt. He didn't realize he was getting burnt until he smelled it.

"SHIT!" he leapt out of the light, as far away as possible.

"Oh, gee, I seem to have forgotten," Logan said in mock innocence.

"You did this on purpose!"

Logan smirked and closed the doors. He really did forget at first, but he realized it by the time he opened the doors.

"Does your mother have any rubies?" he asked.

"I'm not talking to you anymore!" James said, voice high, as he stalked back up to the second floor.

"James," Logan laughed at the pitiful boy. It was a cruel joke, yes, but James deserved it. It wasn't like he had gotten hurt- the burn was already healed now!

"Nope! Too late! Damage is done!"James said simply. Logan chuckled a little and rolled his eyes. He had to feel a little bit bad- James really was hungry and was anxious to get something to "bite the shit out of". Logan opened the doors and stepped out into the beautiful day ahead of him- it looked to be about noon.

James had been lying in the hay for a while, and he was stir crazy. He wished it was night already, so he could go out and hunt and try out his super cool vampire abilities. Logan hadn't come up, so James assumed he left or was hanging out downstairs.

It wasn't till about four o'clock that Logan came back.

He came up the stairs, where James was sitting boredly staring at the wall.

"I brought you something," Logan said quietly. James looked up excitedly at first then realized he was supposed to be mad and dropped the smile. Logan sat beside him and held out a bag or red liquid to him.

"What is it?" To James, it smelled like a cold bacon cheeseburger. Logan watched as red hazed around his pupils, the way he was sure it was in his own eyes.

"Blood. I know it isn't what you wanted- you wanted to hunt and probably for it to be warm, but this is all I could get," Logan said as James took the blood bag hesitantly. "I had to go a few towns over for this."

Without hesitation, James sunk his teeth into the bag, piercing it. It took him a second to realize that fangs were only for piercing and not for drinking, so he removed them and sucked blood out. He was right- now that he was complete, the blood DID taste much better. It tasted sweet instead of like metal.

"That isn't that way I do it, but alright," Logan shrugged, twisting the cap off of his own bag and feasting.

"Oh-" he took the nozzle from his mouth and reached into his pocket. "I got you something else."

James looked up from where he was still drinking as Logan opened his hand to reveal a silver ring with a small square red stone on it.

"It will keep you from burning. I'm sorry it is a bit feminine, but it will have to do for now," Logan said. James took the ring, bag still stuck in his mouth and nearly empty now. He slipped it over his pinky, since it was a women's ring and quite small, and grinned over at Logan, the bag falling from his mouth to reveal bloody teeth.

"Where'd you score this?" he asked.

"A pawn shop a couple of towns over. I tested it on myself- it works."

"You're not playing?"

"Of course not."

"Then can we leave?"

"Yes," Logan nodded.

"Can we find a hotel to crash at? I need a shower."

"Yes. And I need to find a store to get a few things like some new clothing and gel," Logan said, getting up.

James observed his new appearance in the Holiday Inn bathroom mirror. Yes, he did look more handsome now. All flaws were gone, his face as smooth as marble. It was strange- most days that he skipped shaving you could definitely tell, but he didn't even have a shadow of hair yet. Logan had mentioned that his hair would grow slower now. The hair on top of his head looked very nice- he was impressed with Logan's haircutting skills- and his fangs definitely made him look sexy.

Logan, from one of the two beds in the hotel room, heard the water in the shower turn on and he relaxed a little bit. James was driving him absolutely nuts with the flirtiness. Logan had to admit- he WOULD like to have James around forever. But he wasn't sure- it was rare that a maker and a creation stayed a unit… He never quite knew WHY, but he had met plenty of other vampires in his day and none of them had seen their makers for decades.

But James could make Logan's life so much more fun, not only with the flirting and giving Logan something to look at, but also his personality. James was innocent and funny and serious and goofy and adorable and badass all at once. He had been entertaining Logan in some way this whole time, making Logan FEEL things for once.

Finally James emerged from the bathroom in only a towel, water dripping down his muscles and from his hair.

"It's cool, man. You can look," James said casually.

"Oh please," Logan grumbled, attention to the television.

James toweled off his hair and body before the towel around his waist dropped and he stepped into boxer shorts. With that, James plopped down on the bed next to Logan.

"You have your own bed," Logan said simply.

"Yeah, but I wanna sit here."

"Would it kill you to put on some clothes?"

"Would it kill you to take off your clothes? Then I wouldn't feel so dumb."

Logan gave James a frank look, which was met with a goofy grin on James' face, his fangs showing.

"I wanna see you get feisty," James said. "Like, turned on."

"English please?"

"What're you like when you're horny?"

Logan's eyes widened and he felt himself blush.

"I would not even be able to remember if I wanted to," he answered.

"I could find out for myself…"

"Don't you dare."

"You know, Logan? You're a square," James observed.

"Am I, now?" Logan asked boredly. He assumed "square" meant something negative.

"Yeah, you are! Here I am, throwing myself at you like some damn sex god, and you don't even care! That just ruffles me up!"

"Does it."

"I'm like- SO into you!"

"Mmm-hmm."

"And like, I know I'm hot! And I'm not used to people NOT being into me! SO BE INTO ME!"

"Yup."

"Loooogan! Listen to me!"

"I'm listening."

"No, you're watching the TV!"

"I can do both."

Finally James was fed up. Logan wasn't listening and James wasn't getting a point across. There was only one thing left to do in James' mind.

James reached over and took Logan's face in his hands, forcing it to his. Their lips connected with sparks even more intense to Logan than what he had with Delilah. James, however, was about to faint with excitement and lust.

Their lips separated with a light suction release and their eyes locked for a second. Logan was lost for just a moment before his eyes turned defensive and he jumped up.

"How COULD you? I told you no!" Logan growled.

"I'm dead," James said dreamily, falling back into the bed and staring at the ceiling.

"You are about to be!"

"Can we do that again?"

"Most certainly not! I told you to control yourself!"

"Chill!"

"Don't tell me to 'chill'!"

"Oh, shut it, Logan," James said, sitting up defensively. "You LOVED that. Admit it!"

"It does not matter if I loved it or not. I- I'm leaving!"

"What?"

Logan picked up his newly bought backpack with his things in it and stormed for the door. Just as he opened it, though, James' palm forced it back firmly so there was no escape.

"James! I am your maker and very capable of killing off what I created."

"Please don't go," James said softly. "I'm sorry."

"You know enough- I must leave anyway."

"DAMMIT! Just let me do you against the door and you'll stay!"

"That is HIGHLY inappropriate!"

"I'm gonna cry. And that's not tough- that wimpy," James said.

"Go ahead."

James' hands were now around Logan's wrists, bringing Logan's hands to rest on his bare ab muscles. Logan tried to jerk away, but James was too strong, so he was forced to feel the warmth and hardness of the muscles below his fingers.

"It's all yours," James said. Logan looked up into serious hazel eyes and James moved his hands over his chest slowly. "Every inch whether you want it or not. Forever."

James' fingers traced up Logan's wrists to lace with his fingers and kiss Logan again, not getting any fight this time.

"If you kept me forever, if you stayed, this could be every day."

Logan hummed in contentment, completely under James' spell.

"Now go take a shower," James said, and Logan snapped out of it, completely surprised as James pulled him away from the door and toward the bathroom.

I just love the difference in dialect between James and Logan. It's fun to write. :D Like, James is all "Yo, Logie, let's go make some vamp babies!" and Logan's all "Get off of me, you mongrel!" Well, not anymore, but you get it.