A/N: Okay, some of you may recognize this. I'm hoping its actually old enough to not be recognized so we can start fresh. All semblances you may have had previously of the old story should be mentally deleted. This is different and brand new. Really.

There will be elements taken from the film series Underworld, the HBO series True Blood, and other vampire/werewolf folklore. Character death, strong language, yaoi, and polyamory will ensue.

I own nothing.

Daytime mooN

Chapter i: Beginnings

The door to the old, dingy house burst open suddenly with two rain soaked bodies falling through to the ugly brown carpet lining the floor. Their moans filled the cold, empty air, echoing off the faded walls and shattering the deafening silence that plagued the house.

The smaller body of the two, a brunet, slammed the door shut behind him from atop the husky body beneath him, letting his hands grab anxiously at the silver-haired male's clothes. He had only managed to remove the long black trench coat from his shoulders before feeling the hips underneath him jump to life and grind against him. The brunet sighed at the contact and tossed his head back, letting pearl-white fangs extend from his canines as pleasure surged through his body.

The silver-haired male stopped reluctantly to kiss the brunet gently on the neck before getting to his feet. The other stood shakily and made a small noise when he felt the other grab his wrist, and nearly drag him to the cracked open bedroom door across the dirty living room.

The taller male pushed the brunet onto the bed, making the old wood creak loudly. He was then tackled by the other, more animalistic male. He let out a low growl before taking hold of the brunet's shirt and tearing it off. When he took hold of the boy's pants, he felt the fragile grip he had on his human form slip momentarily. His sharp black claws had suddenly displayed as he ripped the garment off effortlessly, keeping his mouth working along the brunet's neck.

The taller male only glanced at his hand, watching as the expanded musculature was already beginning to withdraw into its original shape and the claws retract. He sighed into the brunet's ear before running the regenerated hand down his side, mentally counting each protruding rib.

The brunet took the opportunity to flip them both over, and pull off the other's clothes desperately. The taller male groaned when he felt the brunet's elongated nails run jaggedly over the skin on his torso, leaving four bleeding lines from his chest to his navel.

The brunet chuckled darkly before he positioned himself over the other's throbbing cock and settled down slowly, without any preparation. He took the other in fully after a moment and leaned his head back with a drawn out whimper.

"Riku…"

The younger whispered just as Riku, the silver haired Lycan, growled and started moving, thrusting up into his mate in an effort to relieve his overwhelming desperation. The brunet moved to match the other's thrusts, and they set an excited, rough, heavy pace that had them both on the brink of screaming.

The brunet came suddenly with a loud moan, causing their pace to briefly stutter. Riku began again, only on the edge of his release, and easily found their rhythm one last time before he came a few minutes later.

The brunet tiredly pulled himself up and dropped to Riku's side where he tried to catch his breath. He hadn't noticed that Riku pulled both of them underneath the satin blankets until he felt Riku run his hand through his hair and gently kissed his temple.

"Are you okay?"

The younger boy hesitated. "Yeah. I'm fine."

A loud thunderclap made the blacked out window above the bed flash and Sora gasped lightly. Riku pulled the smaller body closer to his, and then it was quiet again. The only sounds were the heavy rain from outside and their hushed breathing. "Sora… What are you?"

Sora closed his eyes and smiled. "I'm anything you want me to be."

Sora grabbed Riku's warm hand and pulled it close to his chest, where his undead heart sat.

He clung to the appendage like a lifeline before falling into his usual shallow, fitful sleep.

(-+-)

"Riku!"

Sora screamed as he sat up in his bed and reeled at the sound of another thunderclap. He looked from the blacked out window to the empty sheets next to him with a sigh; Riku always left before Sora had a chance to wake up. Sora had grown so used to it, more or less. He got out of bed and stepped into the small bathroom to take a shower.

Depression would take its hold on the vampire boy in its death-grip sometimes, when he did not wake up with a warm body lying next to him, and sometimes it wouldn't faze him. Lately, though, waking up alone created a sense of anger more than anything else. This house he was living in was deathly quiet sometimes. Living along was deathly quiet.

Sora was once accepted by the vampires as one of their own, many years ago when he was brought into this world by his faceless parents. Sora had all the characteristics of vampirism, but while he grew up at one of the many covenants in Edinburgh, where his parents had dumped him while he was still an infant, the unsettling feeling of being different was always there to haunt him. He always felt like an outcast around the other kids because he didn't have parents or a normal childhood like they did.

Sora found out on accident that he could survive daylight for a few moments. He had hoped that no one was watching as he stuck his hand out into the sunlight from the safety of the back doorway one morning chasing after one of the cats. The light hit his skin, and nothing had happened. He hesitantly inched out from under the doorframe into the morning light, half expecting to burst into flames and crumple in a pile of ash in mere seconds, but still, nothing had happened.

But when he turned his eyes to the sunrise, they had started to burn uncontrollably and he ran back inside the mansion. After rubbing his eyes furiously, and trying to keep his pained moans quiet, he looked up to see all fifty-seven vampires with their eyes on him in complete silence.

He didn't leave his room for a week before sneaking out with only a backpack. He had somehow found his way to London and never looked back. But that was three hundred years ago.

It was a slow shower; it was had almost been an hour before Sora had even thought about getting out. He stepped out tiredly and walked into the bedroom with only a towel on his slim hips, and up to his clothing pile in the corner. He picked up a shirt and some sort of pair of pants that were clean and slipped them on.

He couldn't shake off this weird feeling. Something was just...different about today. Something didn't feel right... Maybe he just needed to get out of the house. He laced up his boots quickly and slammed the door on his way out.

The unforgiving weather had left London in a rain-soaked daze for nearly ten days now. Sora groaned and headed out into the downpour with a scowl until Riku caught his eye down the street, soaking wet with a smile on his face. The brunet boy caught up to the silver-haired Lycan and weakly smiled at him.

"C'mon Sora. You can give me a real smile today, can't you?"

Sora sighed again, glancing up at the taller male, "Not today Riku...not in the mood."

"Okay. Fine." Riku said, turned on his heel and heading down the road again toward the city.

"It'll be alright, Sora. Besides...I'm treating you to dinner."

Sora smiled weakly again, and followed after the older boy. "Yeah...eating sounds nice."

"You know, if it weren't for me, you would never get out to feed. That's a bad habit." The Lycan said as he trotted down the hill toward the twinkling lights of London.

"So?" Sora offered as his retaliation, keeping pace with Riku as they went down the steep hill. "Don't have much of an appetite these days."

"Yeah, that's just about as obvious as your hip bones and ribs right now."

Sora stopped moving his feet and stared at the silver-haired Lycan. Riku flinched in realization and turned around to notice Sora's eyes glaring holes into his skull.

"Look, I know it's a touchy subject, but I think that getting you to eat right now should be top priority, not ripping me a new one, okay?" Riku took hold of Sora's wrist gently and urged him to keep walking.

Sora shifted his glare to focus on the pavement, and after a moment he let his legs start to carry him down the hill again. Riku put his arm around the vampire boy's shoulders and pulled him close for a quick kiss on the forehead. Sora swatted absently at Riku's face before distancing himself several feet and huffing to himself. It was going to be a long night.

A/N: Perhaps there is potential? It gets real complicated real quick, I promise.

I NEED A BETA MOST HORRIBLY. D: