Another Chapter for this story! The chapters are steadily getting longer. Hurray for me! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, please review.

-SawyerSeville19

Oh my God, oh my God... Oh my God! Alvin chanted the same thing in his head for over ten minutes as he paced back and forth in front of his bed. It was almost time for bed and he knew he was guaranteed a rough night considering that he had so much running through his mind. He couldn't believe that he had kissed Simon!

Alvin's pacing slowed down to a gradual stop and he just stood beside his bed, fiddling with his hands. His heart was going haywire and he could feel his blush returning as he thought about everything they had talked about and the kiss they shared.

He couldn't believe Simon had claimed him as his...sexual plaything, and he had allowed it to happen! Alvin shuddered. He remember Simon had added a 'for now' in that sentence. What did he mean by that? Did he plan to claim him as his?

Alvin had to wonder where on Earth had his feelings risen from and when? He sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have to want to figure everything out..." he whispered to himself as he lay back on his bed. He could feel a headache creeping up on him and it was a bad mixture with the lack of sleep he knew he'd be having tonight.

Was it weird that his lips still tingled from the kiss he and Simon shared a few hours ago? He put his fingers onto his lips lightly, as though afraid his touch would take the sensation away. He shifted on his bed and lay against his pillows, curling up and staring at his brother's bed. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen tonight if both he and Simon were awake.

**With the Chipettes**

"You know what girls?" Brittany suddenly asked as she lay on her bed, painting her nails.

Eleanor and Jeanette looked up from the things they were doing and exchanged looks before looking to their older sister.

"I think I just thought of something that may be part of what's up with Alvin and Simon," she said as she finished painting her pinky nail. She put the nail polish away and waved her hands around in an attempt at speeding up the drying process.

"Oh, really?" Jeanette chimed in, curious and anxious to hear Brittany's theory.

"Yeah, and it may sound a little...weird," she answered.

"I doubt it can be any weirder than how they're acting," Eleanor said. Brittany sat up and continued to absently wave her hands.

"Well, don't you guys think their personalities kind of switched?" she asked. The younger sisters thought about this and Jeanette spoke up her answer first.

"Well, I haven't seen Alvin that much to speak on that. But Simon does seem to be a little bit on the more..." Jeanette couldn't think of a word to describe her counterpart's change. "He does seem a little like how Alvin normally is...but I haven't seen him flirt with anyone. He seems a little more...Britt, I can't explain it. What are you getting at?"

Brittany lowered her hands and sighed. "Okay, Alvin's acting a little like Simon. He's more withdrawn, timid, on edge, and shy. I thought we connected when we went out but when I tried to kiss him, he got nervous and backed off. The thing is, I don't think he was nervous in an excited way. And when I mention Simon to him, he's a bit defensive."

Eleanor and Jeanette looked at one another and then back at Brittany. "Britt..." Eleanor said with uncertainty. "Where are you going with this?"

Brittany let out a breath. "I think there's something going on between Alvin and Simon..." Her sisters' jaws dropped with speechless shock. Brittany bit her lower lip and looked away and then down at her bed.

**With the Chipmunks**

"Come on, Simon," Theodore said insistently as he continued to badger Simon with a new recipe he had made. His older brother had calmly refused the offer as kindly as he could. Now his patience was wearing thin. "I know you'll love it."

"Theodore," Simon began in his last attempt at a calm tone. "I told you 'no thanks' for the last five minutes. If you don't get that fork out of my face, it's going to become part of your anatomy, ok?" Theodore looked taken aback and nodded, withdrawing the fork and shoving the food into his own mouth.

"Sorry Simon," Theodore said around the fork and pulled it out of his mouth, eating the food. Simon ignored him as he resumed his show. Theodore ate half the bowl before a question came into his mind. "Hey, Simon?"

Simon nodded to show he was listening.

"What's going on with Alvin?" he asked, now taking a notice to the out of character traits his oldest brother was displaying.

"What do you mean, Theo?" he asked, forcing a smirk off his face as he recalled the kiss his brother had shared with him some hours earlier. Oh the turmoil he could sense his brother going through. He smiled inwardly.

"Well he's acting...not like himself," Theodore said. Simon arched an eyebrow. Yeah, that was helpful.

Before Simon could say his last thought, Dave walked out of his room and into the living room. "Okay boys, time for bed. Tomorrow's the Chipettes last day here and they have a performance as well. I want you guys to be well rested in case you have to perform a song or two."

"Ok Dave," Theodore said as he got up and put his bowl away. Simon turned the TV off with the remote and made his way to their room with Theodore in tow. Dave watched them and then went back into his room.

Alvin covered himself up completely when his brothers came into the room. The last thing he needed was Simon looking at him with that look on his face. Just imagining it made him blush and he closed his eyes. He knew this was going to be a long night. He could feel it wasn't going to go without some sort of encounter.

Drake walked down to his basement, a glass of wine in his hand. He smiled to himself as he gently twirled the drink. He set the glass gently onto a nearby table and went over to a door in the basement. He pulled the key out of the inside pocket of his jacket and unlocked the door, pulling it open.

"Hello, Darling," he said seductively to the brunette from his last date. She didn't respond, just moved her head groggily to the side his voice was. She was chained with her arms up above her head and her legs, slightly apart, were chained to the floor.

She had quite the amount of blood loss but to his amazement, she was still holding on.

"You must really enjoy my company since you've stayed with me this long," he said, tilting her head up by her chin. Her eyes fluttered but never opened and she groaned inaudibly. "That's good, because I quite enjoy you as well." He was tempted to finish her off, but he had a date at the moment. "Until later, Darling," he said and closed the door, locking it back and putting the key back into his pocket.

He went over and grabbed a fresh bottle of wine, retrieved his glass and went back upstairs.

"Sorry I took so long," he said, shutting the door behind him.

"Oh, it's no problem," a red-headed beauty replied with a smile. He smirked in response.

"Care for some?" he asked, displaying the bottle. She smiled.

**With the Chipettes**

"Brittany, just because Alvin gets defensive when you mention Simon doesn't mean something's going on between them," Eleanor said with a shudder. The thought extremely grossed her out. "How on Earth did you come to that solution?"

"Ellie, they completely switched personalities! Why else would they be acting differently?" Brittany demanded, refusing to be looked at weird for her thoughts on what was going on.

"Maybe," Jeanette joined in softly after being silent since Brittany brought her theory up. "Maybe it was an experiment gone wrong?" She sounded hopeful.

"And besides," Eleanor said. "If that was really what was going on then why would they be acting so weird?"

"Duh!" Brittany said. "Why wouldn't they? Maybe Alvin's in denial and Simon's the one that knows what he wants." If only she knew how right she was. "I mean, if we were them, would we be willing to just out ourselves to everyone we knew?"

"Well if that's what's going on, then don't you'd think they'd be more...happy?" Jeanette asked. Brittany shrugged.

"I don't know..."

**With the Chipmunks**

Theodore's soft snoring hit Alvin's ears as he stared at the fabric of his blanket. He wasn't the slightest bit tired and the thoughts in his head didn't ease up in the slightest. He tried not to think about Simon being in the bed next to his.

He couldn't help it though. His mind had chosen to think back on the events that had taken place on this bed between himself and Simon and it had him blush madly with need and shame. There were so many things that had taken place between them that Alvin felt more shame than he liked. He was trying to accept that he wanted to enjoy what they did but something in him was keeping him held back.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden presence beside him on his bed. Alvin nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of hands pulling him back against a soft body from behind. He turned in the arms and looked into Simon's smiling eyes.

"S-Si?"

"Don't worry, Alvin. I'm not going to try anything. I just want to lay with you tonight," Simon said, resting his face close to Alvin's head and closing his eyes. Alvin nodded and turned back onto his side.

He attempted to rest for a bit and his eyes widened when he realized he wanted Simon to try things. Aw damn... This cannot be happening to me.

Simon felt Alvin tense in his arms after a few minutes and he smirked. "What's wrong, Alvin?" he asked in a whisper, nuzzling his nose against the back of his brother's neck. He felt Alvin fight back a shiver and he smiled.

"Nothing..." Alvin said in a poor attempt at a calm tone.

"Really?" Simon whispered back, gently licking the back of his neck. Alvin trembled in his arms before turning and facing Simon once more.

"I thought you weren't gonna try anything," he demanded. Simon looked at Alvin.

"And I thought you were going to relax and enjoy the things I do to you," Simon retorted calmly. Alvin narrowed his eyes at him before returning to his previous position.

"Just because I kissed you doesn't mean I want anything else from you. I don't even want to kiss you," he snapped. Simon turned Alvin completely in his arms so he was facing him as he lay.

"You're still in denial, Alvin?" he asked. Alvin averted his gaze off of Simon, eyes still narrowed.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked. He was pulled against Simon's body and held against it in an embrace he knew he wouldn't be able to break.

"You're still afraid," Simon said. Alvin blushed. "Well, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't help you confront your fears?" He smirked as he felt Alvin squirm in his arms.

"Simon, no." Alvin pulled back enough so that he could look into his brother's eyes. "Please, Simon. Don't."

"Just relax," he whispered, leaning in and pressing his lips to Alvin's in a soft peck. "We both know you want me, so there's no need to fight it anymore." Alvin shook his head but his weak wall almost shattered as soon as Simon kissed him. He really kissed him, and it had Alvin melt in his arms. Simon knew what he was doing to him, and it both aroused Alvin and pissed him off.

Alvin pushed his brother back. "I thought you weren't going to try anything," he repeated with a glare.

Simon smiled. "How can I resist myself? You simply taste delicious." Alvin blushed, but his glare didn't falter.

"Simon..." he didn't know what to say. In the end he really did want his brother and any fight he put up was steadily losing anyway. "I don't want you to do this."

"You can't say that without blushing. You and I both know that's a false statement," he said with a smirk. Alvin frowned. Why was his brother so damn confident? How did he know all of these things?

"Prove it," Alvin challenged. Simon arched an amused eyebrow.

"Prove it?" he clarified. Alvin hesitated only briefly before nodding. "Maybe you should give that statement more thought before you make that an official request."

Alvin knew what he was likely to get himself into. But he was getting tired of Simon's cockiness. He didn't understand how his brother always seemed to know what he wanted before he himself knew. So with that thought in mind, he let out a breath and said, "I want you to prove it."

Simon smirked and moved, pinning Alvin under him, the blanket keeping them completely shielded. "Your wish is my command."

Alvin barely had time to process what his brother had just said before his lips met his in a heated kiss. Alvin gasped; shocked by the aggression his brother was demonstrating and the action only helped him to deepen the kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth.

This kind of stuff didn't turn Alvin on in the slightest, if anything, given the changes Simon had gone through it kind of made it painful for him a bit. But of course, the remainder of Alvin's pride wouldn't allow him to say anything to him about it. He could handle it.

Alvin let out a gasp and light whimper, closing his eyes as his brother nipped at his lower lip. The would-have-been gentle action actually easily broke skin and both brothers tasted the blood that got into his mouth.

Simon growled possessively as he tasted it, which reminded him that he needed to feed soon. He broke the kiss and lightly sucked Alvin's lip until the bleeding stop. He pulled back completely to look at him. Alvin opened his eyes slowly and looked back at Simon, his eyes a little watery. Simon easily caught the sound of Alvin's rapid heart beating.

"Why are you afraid?" he asked, rubbing his nose against Alvin's. Alvin shook his head, an action that also had him return the nose rub.

"I'm not," he lied. Simon's sudden aggression intimidated him and he was afraid of the idea of it getting worse.

"Your fear is practically rolling off you in waves, Alvin," Simon stated. "I've never made you afraid of me before, until now." Alvin's stubbornness didn't relent as he merely shook his head once more.

"If you're so smart, why don't you figure it out?" Alvin asked sharply. Simon raised an amused eyebrow.

"You really should exercise thinking before you make suggestions like that, Alvin," Simon said. Alvin blushed, and he knew Simon was right. He was setting himself up. He was practically throwing himself into his brother's arms now. At the last thought, he averted his gaze away from his younger sibling. How had all of this gotten so out of hand? "Just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

Alvin shook his head. He refused to bruise his thoroughly damaged pride any more than it has been. This little, minor thing was something he could handle. It has to be something he could handle.

"Are you going to figure it out or what?" Alvin demanded causing Simon to smirk.

"As I said before, your wish is my command," he said seductively.

**Chipettes**

The three sisters lay in bed. None of them were asleep as they processed Brittany's theory. It was hard to believe, and to be honest they knew that would need some cold, hard facts before they did believe it. But the mere idea of it kept their minds busy when they should have been asleep.

Brittany had always had a crush on Alvin since the day they met their counterparts. He was so much like she was: confident, talented, and daring. She knew she had met her ultimate match that day, her crush and rival all in one package.

She thought as the years went by that there was something sparking between them. Alvin would always give her his signature smirk and wink and it never failed to make her heart race. As they got older she knew that soon they would be an official couple. But then something changed and now it seems like Alvin is distracted, and like he almost lost complete interest in her.

Her thoughts were confirmed the day he ran away from her kiss. She was still shocked he had done it, and embarrassed about it too. Had she really misread all the signs throughout the years? But then her theory popped up. Sure it was a long shot, but she was determined to find out if it was true.

Jeanette sighed softly as she turned onto her side. Simon seemed like a whole new person. His could-care-less demeanor was hurtful to Jeanette. Simon always cared about things and peoples' feelings and to see him react opposite of that shocked her. She had always loved spending time with him, there never used to be an awkward moment. But now that was all there was between them. Awkward and hurtful moments.

She too fell for him the day they met. He seemed so much like her as well. Shy, timid, intelligent. He was her other half and as time went on, she knew it was true. They had very minor romantic encounters, but she knew as the years went by that he may be falling for her, and she was falling for him too. It was only a matter of time before they admitted their feelings for one another.

This current Simon was nothing like his former self. He was overly confident, careless, and a bit stuck up. She had no idea where this change came from and was shocked when she first witnessed it. He seemed to forget all the progress they had made over the years. She had finally mustered up the courage to tell him how she felt about him and then this happened. It was like she was just another person to him. She wasn't his best friend, crush, or potential girlfriend anymore. She had never had an ache in her heart like this before, but when she thought about Simon it came back.

"Girls," Brittany spoke up softly. There was a 'hm?' from her younger sisters. "We have got to figure out what's going on today. It's our last day here; we have to use the time wisely."

"You're right, Britt," Jeanette agreed.

"I'm in," Eleanor said.

"It's a plan then. Operation Alvin and Simon is a go," she said with a sneaky grin. Jeanette and Eleanor giggled in response.

**With Alvin and Simon**

Alvin let out a sigh as Simon did the routine preparation before piercing his brother's sensitive neck with his fangs. He tilted his head to the side to give his brother better access to his neck, his eyes closing.

Since Alvin's fighting diminished greatly, Simon no longer had to keep him pinned to the bed with his hands. His weight from being above him was all that he needed to keep his brother under him. Alvin wasn't fighting him off anymore.

Alvin's breath hitched and his cheeks flushed as he felt Simon grip his member through his pajama pants and stroke slowly. Alvin let out breathy moans, his hips bucking to meet the pumps.

Simon smiled at the shallow breathing and erratic heartbeat he could hear. His body pulsated as he changed and he licked Alvin's neck once more before biting down, causing Alvin's back to arch and a soft moan escaped him.

Simon's grip tightened on him possessively as he drank his blood and instilled yet another claim on him. It was always the same mark, claiming him as his sexually. They both weren't ready to belong to one another as a whole yet. But sexually was good enough for both of them anyway.

Alvin wrapped his arms around his brother, his body writhing under his. His breathing coming in short pants due to the sensations from the bite and from Simon's pumping on his erection. He wrapped his legs around his brother's waist.

Alvin forced any thoughts that may be against what was currently happening away. He could deny it no longer, he wanted his brother. He wanted the things he did to him, the way he drank his blood, the way he kissed him, everything. A simple thing like this being against the law was completely ignored by him now. Who were they really hurting anyway by being together like this? Besides, they weren't together anyway, and they weren't lovers officially yet.

Alvin moaned as Simon retracted his fangs and licked at the fresh bite, allowing his thoughts to leave him. Simon soon pulled back to look into Alvin's eyes, still stroking his hardness. "You like that?" Simon asked, his tone a mixture of husky and seductive. It sent chills through Alvin's body and turned him on further.

In answer, Alvin nodded slowly, his blush returning as he replayed the way Simon had asked him the simple question. Simon smirked and pecked at Alvin's lips, teasing him. He pulled his hand back from his brother's erection and placed both hands on his hips, by the waist band. Alvin shivered in anticipation, his eyes locked onto Simon's white ones.

*.*.*

Drake carried the unconscious red head down to the basement, her head lolling back and forth due to the fact that he wasn't supporting it. He hummed to himself as he laid her gently along a wooden table and pulled his key out of his pocket. Once more, he unlocked the doors hiding his beloved brunette and revealed her. She was pale from blood loss and dehydration, but still so beautiful to his predatorily eyes. He revealed a second set of chains and got to work attaching his fresh prey to it.

He lifted her chin up and turned her head to the side, his body humming with hunger and desire; he allowed his change to overcome him and attacked her neck greedily.

She whimpered in her unconscious state but did nothing else as he punctured an artery, giving him more blood. He growled possessively and continued to drink her blood until it stopped flowing. Retracting his fangs, Drake wiped them and his mouth clean with a hand towel before belching. His eyes shimmered mischievously as he closed the doors back and locked it.

He couldn't help but wonder how his little prodigy was doing right now.

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