Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ The Other Side ( Chapter 1 )

://The Other Side

://by Darcie Coles

://Published Saturday, January 29, 2005

://WarningsNC-17 for sexual relations, M/M sex, mild language. Blaine/Vladimir

://Disclaimer I own everything but Whitespot and the song 'The Other Side.'

 

The Other Side

Neighbor boy runs up to me, his eye's all black and blue

I say what happened to you boy, he said my daddy flew

Off the hook 'cause I was playing too loud

Guess he couldn't hear the tv

He said 'Son, I'm a teach you a lesson'

And then he...

And then he...

 

"Blaine, are you coming tonight?" The young male turned, peering over the crowd of heads towards the shout. A moment later, a panting Keelan caught up to the 17 year old. The two had been best friends since preschool, and inseparable since Keelan and his family moved back six years ago. "Where?" The pair moved through the crowded school halls, dodging the occasional random person running like hell one direction or another. "The party," Blaine glanced at his friend, shaking his head slightly. "Didn't hear about it,"

 

Keelan nodded, before launching into an explanation. "Andy told me about it. It's tonight at 10 at the old warehouse. Apparently Keri heard about it from Josh, who heard about it from Kristen's girlfriend's roommate," Blaine burst out laughing, earning himself a few odd looks from the passers by. "How much longer does this grape vine go on? And since when did Kristen get a girlfriend?"

 

"Well, she started dating Sosha after Jade dumped her," Keelan supplied, as the pair finally reached their biology class. "Pretty soon there won't be a girl, straight or les, that Kris hasn't gone through," Blaine offered, taking his seat behind another of Keelan's buddies. The other male shrugged, offering a wave to said 'other buddy.' "It won't take that long, actually. Anyway, are you coming?" Blaine finally relented, much to the joy of Keelan.

 

~

 

"Hurry up, Keelan!" Blaine yelled, jumping impatiently from foot to foot. Needless to say, he had to stop as Keelan's little sister went tearing down the hall way, the family dog in hot pursuit. "It was your bloody idea to go, so let's try going before the party's over!"

 

"All right, all right. Cool your jets man," Keelan stepped out of the bathroom, blonde hair spiked in every direction. Blaine simply raised an eyebrow at the hair, and then his best friend's attire. Not only black, spikes, and fishnet, but eye liner and mascara ornamented the smaller teen's body. "You look.... Damn, I don't even know you man!" Blaine chuckled, verdigris lamps panning over his friend's body over and over. "Hmm, you're one to talk," Keelan put a hand on one hip, striking a pose as he pondered Blaine. "What's that s'possed to mean?"

 

"Are you kidding me? You can't go out looking like that!" Blaine glanced down at his own, moderately normal garb. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Keelan sighed with as much gusto he could muster, and hauled Blaine into the bathroom.

 

~

 

"You've got to be kidding me..." Blaine looked at himself in the large bathroom mirror. If anything, he concluded that he looked worse than Keelan. His hair, which was once nicely messed, was done up in lazy spikes. To top that off, Keelan had found temporary red hair dye, and it had actually worked on Blaine's dark tones. Keelan had also smudged eyeliner under and above Blaine's eyes, and added a touch of mascara. To make matters worse, Keelan had made his friend wear a tight fishnet tanktop and, luckily, loose pleather pants. A pyramid belt, spiked choker, vinyl armwarmers and spiked bracelets finished the ensemble. Blaine continually wondered which of Keelan's sisters all of the makeup and ornaments had been borrowed from. Lucy or Clara, Blaine thought moodily, glaring at himself and his supposed best friend in the vanity. "I hate you,"

 

"I know," was the only reply, as Keelan hauled Blaine out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and out the front door. A chorus of 'Hey! That's mine!' and 'Mom, he stole my whatever' followed them to Blaine's car. "Dude, you're going to be in for it when you get home," Keelan nodded, pulling his seatbelt on. "I know. Can I stay at your house tonight?"

 

~

 

"Was it so hard to just tell me that we were going to a Goth party?" Blaine inquired, staring around the blacked out warehouse. The place was packed with about two hundred Goths, vamps, and freaks. "That would have ruined the surprise. 'Sides, no one from school ever comes to these things," Keelan replied above the loud metal music. A live band was stationed on a makeshift stage, screaming out lyrics of hate and despair for the masses to consume. "I wonder why.." Keelan glared, before grabbing his moody friend's arm and pulling the reluctant Blaine towards a corner that had been set up as a bar and rest area. Not that many couples happened to be 'resting.'

 

Blaine looked away in disgust at some of the activities, and trudged after his best friend. "The reason no one from school comes to these things is because they're all homophobes," Keelan prattled, which lifted the youth's spirits, if only by a fraction. "I mean, Kristen's the only one who's actually come out, and she's dating chicks from college mostly,"

 

"I feel bad for her sometimes," Blaine glanced up, as an uncharacteristically depressed expression crossed his friend's face. "I mean, she's dated and slept with a fair number of the girls at school too, but they always deny it. Bitches," Keelan motioned to the gothic woman filling in as 'bartender.' "Two Tequila Sunrises, please," The girl nodded, Blaine couldn't help but smirk. "Keel, you don't even know what a Tequila Sunrise is," The flamboyant youth smirked and shrugged. "It sounds good, though. Has 'sunrise' in it. Anything with sunrise in the name can't be bad,"

 

"Ahh, your logic overwhelms me," Keelan fringed offense at the sarcastic words, before offering another shrug. "And you love me for it, too," The smaller boy's face was immediately downcast again. "But I really feel bad for Kris sometimes. She falls for these idiots who just end up breaking her heart," Blaine nodded, watching Keel slide a twenty over to the 'tender in exchange for the drinks. "I mean, I don't make a big thing over my preferences. People know I'm bi, I ain't goin'a hide it, but I ain't goin'a flaunt it either," Blaine nodded, watching as Keelan downed his drink in one swallow. "'Sides, I've had a good romp with both football team and cheerleading squad,"

 

"You wish!" Blaine shook his head, watching the classic 'You doubt me' face while downing his own drink. "Anyway, enough of this depressing shit. What about you?" Blaine glanced up from his suddenly empty drink. "What about me?" Keelan sidled closer, a sly smirk curving his lips. "Well, which do you prefer?" Blaine blinked, taking a minute to digest what his friend was implying. "If you're saying that I'm gay, you're sorely mistaken, my friend," Keelan burst out laughing, signaling for another drink.

 

"Oh come on. Loosen up, swing wild baby!" Keelan yelled, causing a few people to glance over. "Would you shut up?" Blaine hissed, clapping a hand over his friend's mouth. "I think that's enough for you," emerald lamps panned over the surface in front of Keelan, amazed at how many drinks the teen had managed to down in only a few minutes.

 

 

Vladimir glanced up at the sudden outburst near the bar. Hmm, 'nother couple of kids, he thought, before turning his attention to his companion. "'Ey, Vlad, what'ddya think about them?" The young male turned his attention to where his friend pointed. "Fox, you have worse taste than Terryal," Said male glanced up, smirking at the bloody redhead dubbed 'Fox.' "Fine then, you pick," Vlad sighed, attention drawn once more to the bar. A pair of young boys, one looking extremely uncomfortable and another looking terribly drunk. No wonder. 'Chooler boys tend to be lightweights with alcohol.

 

"Would you just shut up, Keelan?" The teen grew more and more uncomfortable with the situation. Already, a couple people had edged closer, like scavengers to a rotting carcasses. Unfortunately, the rotting carcass happened to be Blaine's best friend, and he couldn't abandon the fool to the vultures without feeling guilty. At least, not too guilty. And to think, I could be doing my bio or lit homework, he thought with annoyance.

 

"Them? Vlad, they're just kids!" Fox glanced at the pair his friend happened to be drawn to. Terryal looked up too, cracking his neck in the process. "Exactly. Look at those vultures. They smell intoxication a mile away," Vlad growled, slamming his half empty beer bottle on the table. "Ahh, so that's it. Big bad Vladdie wants to play guardian," Fox smirked, only to be silenced by a glare. "Vladdie? What the hell is that?" Fox shrugged, turning hazel eyes upon the pair and their apparent 'fan club.' "Well, are you goin'a do something, or not?" Terryal inquired, watching a few of the vultures circle closer. "Maybe,"

 

Why me? Blaine thought hopelessly, as Keelan draped an arm around his net clad shoulders. Somebody, anybody, help me! "Keelan, knock it off," He grumbled, shoving the arm away. Bad idea. One of the circling admirers caught the off-balance Keelan, a sickly sweet smirk on her lips. Blaine reached for his friend's other arm, only to be cut off and spun around by someone else. "Hey there cutie. Going somewhere?" Crap. "I'm not feeling well, and he's my ride home,"

 

Blaine jerked a thumb in the direction of the Oh So Graceful Keelan, glancing over his shoulder worriedly. "Oh, he seems to be busy. I'd gladly be your ride home," Crap. "I-i-i I-'m g-g-g-ood," The female smirked, sliding closer. "You are a cute one, getting all nervous," The teenager blanched, the colour he turned could rivaling that of a corpse.

 

"Excuse me," A masculine voice cut in, drawing Blaine's captor's attention away from him for a moment. There is a god! Emerald gaze swept up, and froze. Crap. "Go away, he's mine," The woman snarled, causing the male to smirk slightly. "Last time I checked, slavery was outdated," The female turned red, whether from embarrassment or anger, Blaine didn't know. Nor did he want to. "Hey kid, do you belong to 'er?" The man jerked his thumb towards Blaine's assailant, to which he vigorously shook his head. "No sir!"

 

Vlad turned back to the young woman, a lock of raven black hair falling into one eye. "Well then, that settles that. Now piss off, vampy. Find somewhere else to get your meat," The woman hissed, before stalking off into the crowd. Vlad smirked, seizing the bewildered boy's wrist and pulling him towards his own table. "My-my friend!" Vlad continued to pull, ignoring the resistance felt on the other side of the locked limbs. "Aye, that friend?"

 

Blaine looked up to see Keelan slung over a strange man's shoulder, out like a light. Figures, Blaine growled, before glancing up at his new captor. "Uh... Yeah." Vlad smiled, releasing the teen's wrist and gave a gentle push to the small of the back. "Well then, why don't you head on over to the table and see what we can do about reviving him,"

 

Blaine took the hint, hurrying through the crowd to the table. When he got there, one man with blood red hair was leaning over Keelan, another with brunette directing the redhead. "What the 'ell are you doing to the kid, Fox?" Blaine turned to see his savior-turned-captor-turned-who-knows standing behind him. Fox glanced up, glaring at Vlad from beneath a lock of hair. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? The kid passed out on me,"

 

Vlad chuckled, pushing Blaine forward. "Well then, that's not all that unusual." Fox leapt up to start yelling at Vlad, while Blaine slipped into his spot. "Keelan, you ass. You dragged me out in the middle of the night looking like this, and then go and pass out on me. Dude, that's not cool," Blaine touched his friend's hand, before poking the other male under a rib. "C'mon, wake up or I'll make you sleep in my car." Another poke. "Fine, I'll tell Clara that you broke her stereo last summer instead of the dog." Another poke. "I'll tell your mum you-"

 

"Screw you, Blaine," One gray eye opened enough to glare at Blaine, causing the male to laugh. "I'm good, thanks," Keelan sat up, one hand straying to his head. "What happened?"

 

"What didn't?" The one called Fox interrupted, having quieted from his tirade. "Let's see, underaged drinking, being molested by 'pires. Oh yeah, and passing out on me," The redhead glared, taking a seat across from the two teens. Vlad slid into the makeshift booth beside Blaine, making the boy move closer to Keelan. Trapped, he realized after noticing the third strange man on the other side of Keelan. "Well then, now that we've saved your asses, how about letting us in on just who we saved," Fox inquired, if you could call it an inquiry. "Or what we saved," Vlad added, earning a glare from Blaine, a bleary-eyed blink from Keelan, and a few chuckles from Fox and Terryal. "I'm Blaine, this is Keelan." The former jabbed the latter in the ribs, eliciting a faint exclamation of 'screw you' from him. "Well then, nice t' meet you," The man on Keelan's side spoke, seemingly nicer and, if it could be possible, safer, than the other two. "I'm Terryal. The idiot with the bad dye job is Fox-"

"It's natural!" Fox interrupted

"Sure it is," Vlad countered smugly

 

"Anyway, he's Fox," Terryal jerked a thumb towards the redhead, before nodding to the man beside Blaine. "And that idiot is Vlad," Oh yeah, making me feel safer by the minute, Blaine thought, risking a glance at Vlad. Just my luck. I get 'saved' from a... what'd he call them? Vampires? Only to be taken hostage by someone named Vlad. Oh yeah, the night really is looking up, the youth thought bitterly, jabbing Keelan in the ribs again out of spite. "So, what're you kiddies doing out this late at night? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

 

Blaine glared at Vlad, considering the option of just spitting at the man. "For your information, I'm seventeen and Keel's eighteen. And," Vlad quirked a brow. "I haven't had a 'bedtime' since I was ten. If you can't figure the math, that's seven, almost eight years ago," Blaine slouched in his spot, arms crossing to show just how much he hated the situation. "Fiery little devil, ain't he?" Fox laughed, earning himself a glare from said 'fiery little devil.'

 

Keelan took that opportunity to slump over, head resting on Blaine's shoulder, drawing the latter's attention. "If you'll excuse us, we'd like to leave," Vlad quirked his brow again, eyeing the young brunette beside him. "Ok little dude, let's see if I've got this right," Terryal choose to intervene at that moment. "You're going to pick up your half conscious friend, put him in your car, and drive home. All without hurting yourself, killing someone, and getting in trouble with your parents? I hardly think that's possible."

"I didn't ask for your opinion,"

 

"Never-the-less, you're getting it," Blaine glared, but the look went ignored by Terryal. "First off, how do you plan to carry the bloke to your car? I hardly think you can carry him," The youth opened his mouth to object, but closed it just as quickly. "Secondly, once in said vehicle, you're assuming that you won't get pulled over by a cop. You could be charged with a DUI, Underaged Drinking, and who knows what. And if you don't get pulled over by a copper," Blaine sunk down in his spot. "Then you're running the risk of hurting yourself, Keelan, and anyone else on the road or off." Blaine sunk another inch. "If you don't kill them first." Another two inches. "Now then, after that, you'll have to carry the idiot from your car into the house without waking anyone up. I'm pretty sure you know all of the scenarios I could come up with for that one, so I'll move on. Provided you or Keelan don't contract alcohol poisoning from the shit in this joint, you'll both have one hell of a hangover in the morning," Blaine cast his eyes to the dirty table top. "So have fun hiding that from your parents. All that night's hard work at not being discovered, down the drain like your breakfast,"

 

By this time, Blaine was almost under the table from the lecture. Vlad grabbed the young male by the waist, pulling him up again. "I'll never drink again," Fox and Vlad burst into laughter, causing Blaine to blush when he realized he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. "Cheer up, kiddo. We'll help you get the kid somewhere were he can sober up. Hell, we'll even drive to keep your asses out of a sling," Fox volunteered, which eased Blaine's mind a little. "Thanks,"

 

"Don't mention it. This place blows anyways. Now Club Gothic, on the other hand," Fox began to prattle about some unknown gothic club the next town over, easily slinging a, once again, unconscious Keelan over one shoulder. Vlad pulled Blaine to his feet, and held out one hand. "Keys, kiddo," Without thinking, the brunette handed over his carkeys to the older man, who tossed them to Terryal. "All right, Terr's goin'a drive your car to our apartment. You two can crash there, and head home in the morning." Blaine nodded, suddenly feeling numb.

 

Vlad muttered something incomprehensible, guiding the teenager by a hand on the small of his back. Poor kid, the punk thought, following Fox and Terryal out the warehouse doors. The parking lot was no better, and slate gray gaze scanned the crowded lot. Blaine blinked, barely able to take in the new landscape before his knees buckled and vision went black. Vlad cursed as the kid fell to the concrete in a boneless heap. "Bloody hell,"

 

~

 

"Hey kid, you awake?" Blaine groaned, twisting onto his side and pulling the blankets above his head. A hand shook the youth's shoulder, and Blaine swore. "Go 'way Keel, 'm sleepin'" A soft, deep chuckle answered that. "Of course you're sleeping. In my bed," Blaine's facial features contorted, as the voice seemed deeper than the cheerful one of Keelan. "And I'm not Keelan,"

 

"Where the hell am I? What the hell happened?" Blaine sat up, only to collide heads with Vlad. "Aiie! Son of a bitch," The raven locked male cried, a hand closing over a good portion of his face. Blaine's own hands went to his face, feeling for the tell-tale sticky substance of a bloodied nose. "Warn me next time you're goin'a move," Vlad muttered, taking the hand away to glare at the boy through one eye.

 

"Where's Keelan?" Blaine sat up again, this time slower. "He's sleeping everything off at Fox's. Although," The 20yearold quirked a brow thoughtfully. "I don't think there's going to be much sleeping going on," Blaine blinked, first one eye, then the other. "That's... pleasant." Vlad grinned wolfishly, folding one leg beneath him on the bed. "So what about you?" Blaine took that opportunity to blink again. "What about me?"

 

"Well, I know that Keelan is gay, or at least bi," Vlad smirked at the startled expression that wrote itself across the younger virile's face. "How?" The 12th grader couldn't comprehend how this virtual stranger had found that little secret out. "He made quite the spectacle in the car." Stupid Keel. "Which is why you're here and he's there,"

"Well, he never was good at keeping his hands off things,"

"You're telling me,"

 

Blaine glanced up at the other, suddenly noticing how alluring the male looked. With a single lock of black, almost blue, hair in front of one gray eye. Blaine switched his attention to the male's other eye, amused to find that Vlad had two different coloured eyes. The left was almost slate gray, while the right was a sapphire blue. Emerald lamps glanced over the male's face, noting the angular chin and nose, before returning to the eyes. "Find something interesting?" Breaking out of his reprisal, Blaine shook his head quickly. A little too quickly, as Vlad chuckled. "So how about you answer my question,"

 

"I'm not gay," Vlad's smirk grew. "Of course not. I was just imagining your hands down my pants while I was trying to drive," The 17yearold paled, having no recollection of the incident. "Uhm..." Vlad chuckled again, a rich sound that filled the small room. "Don't worry about it, Love. Half the time I've found myself asking the person next to me what happened. Not that they have any clue either, but still," He's still drunk.. Blaine thought, a mild panic setting in as the Impaler namesake's hand moved to rest upon his thigh. "I'm not gay,"

 

"You've already told me that," Vlad chuckled again, closing the small distance between the pair. Blaine held his breath as the other's lips brushed over his own in a chaste kiss. The black haired virile lingered a moment, before drawing a breath away. "I'm not gay,"

"You said that already,"

"Then why'd you kiss me?"

 

"Felt like it," Vlad smirked, maintaining the limited distance between their faces. "You didn't protest all that much, might I add." Blaine was disturbingly aware of the male's thumb caressing the inside of his thigh slowly. "But I'm not gay!" Vlad frowned, sitting back a bit. One hand, not the hand on his thigh, Blaine noted with mild annoyance, was run through black-blue tresses. "Look, Love. I'm not going to force you into anything. But the signals you've been giving me are kind of hard to ignore."

"What signals? I haven't been giving you any signals!"

"What signals? You tried to jump me in the car! If that isn't a signal, I don't know what is!"

"I didn't jump you in the car!"

"You nearly clawed my nipple off!"

"You're delusional,"

 

"Want proof?" Crap, Blaine thought. He'd been thinking that a lot within the past 12 odd hours, or so he assumed. The pair had risen to their feet, Blaine a wonderful spectacle of disarray and sleep-rumpled clothing. The lazy spikes Keelan had done looked more like twisted locks of hair, and his makeup had smudged even more. Black particles made verdigris spheres water and itch, and Blaine could feel tiny indents from every little ornament Keelan had insisted he wear. Vlad pulled his shirt off, a button or two having been ripped off the purple silk article. Didn't notice that, Blaine's eyes followed the ruined shirt as it sailed through the air, to land in a heap on a chair.

 

"I did that?" Blaine finally dragged his eyes back to the other being in the room. Jaden spheres widened at the vicious scratches that laced over Vlad's right pectoral. Vladimir nodded, looking a tad peeved. Pissed is more like it, Blaine thought, instantly feeling guilty. "I.. I'm sorry..." What would make me do something like that?

 

“Believe me now?” Blaine nodded, taking a step closer to the elder. One hand unconsciously rose, fingers barely missing the angry lacerations. “Then perhaps you'd believe me when I tell you that you wanted this,” The anger slowly seeped from Vlad's voice, making it sound almost weary. “You said you were curious about what it'd be like to be with a man. You also said some nonsense about Keelan that I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out, but that's what you said.”

 

Blaine flushed, feeling incredibly guilty now. Not only had he harbored a secret curiosity about same sex relations, but also a faint resentment towards Keelan for being able to show it. “Now then. Either you scoot over and put up with sharing a bed with me, `cause I'm not sleeping on my couch in my own home, or you can go sleep on the couch. It's up to you, love.” Vlad stated, before turning his back to the boy. “I'll give you a few minutes to think it over, while I get the hell out of these clothes,” With that said, the man disappeared into a small hallway, closing the door halfway behind him.

 

Blaine blinked, before pulling at the fishnet top. “God damned thing, get the hell off!” he growled, yanking at the netting until the material finally cleared his head. “Stupid piece of shit,” The youth muttered, only to be answered by a deep chuckle from the doorway. “Because the shirt has feelings,”

“It's evil!”

“Is it now?”

 

Blaine was acutely aware of Vlad's roaming gaze, and how hard the cold had made his nipples. The brunette slowly turned, emerald spheres widening in surprise at Vlad's choice of attire. Or, lack there of, as it seemed. The black-haired male was clad in only a pair of black, silk-like boxers. This left little to the imagination, and Blaine's own imagination was working overtime at the sight of muscular arms, legs, and chiseled torso. Is the rest of him like that too? Would he want to be on top, or would he let me? What would it be like to have him inside me? Would it hurt? What would it feel like to be inside him? Blaine blushed at the thoughts, as a couple images assaulted his senses.

 

Blaine unconsciously licked his lips at the spectacle before him, his once loose pants feeling like skin tight leather. The man was like a divine deity of the Underworld. “Like what you see?” Blaine nodded before he could stop himself, and mentally cursed his hormones. Vlad closed the distance between the pair, hauling the boy into a deep kiss rather harshly. Blaine moaned, pressing his body against the black-haired god's, feeling his assailant's firm erection pressing against his own.

 

Vlad dropped his hands from the boy's neck to the curve of buttocks. The male smirked into the kiss, pressing his tongue against the boy's sealed lips. Blaine responded immediately, lips parting for the invading muscle. After a few moments of breathless exploration, Vlad pulled back a breath. “This'll never do,” The older man whispered breathlessly, two-toned eyes flicking over the boy's upper body.

 

Blaine instantly started tugging at his choker, causing the dark god before him to chuckle. Vlad pulled the boy's hands away from the clasp, directing them downwards to the confining pants. “Start here,” He managed to whisper, leaning in to lick at the shell of Blaine's ear. The brunette moaned, lids lowering over jade jewels, fingers clumsily picking away at the clasp and zipper of his pants between the two heated bodies.

 

“God fuck!” Blaine cried hoarsely, eliciting another husky chuckle from Vlad. “Don't get ahead of yourself, love. I'm not even close to done with you,” Blaine moaned again, fumbling with his zipper. Vlad threw the spiked choker across the room, dropping his hands to the youth's waist. “Having trouble?” Blaine nodded, swearing when the metal teeth pinched the flesh of his thumb. Vlad smiled as the youth sucked the abraded flesh, and tugged at the offending pants. The pleather fell to the floor, and Blaine squeaked as the male was tossed over one shoulder, the pants being forgotten where they lay.

 

Vlad unceremoniously dropped the body onto the bed, crawling up after. Blaine smiled shyly when questing fingers slid beneath the waistband of his nondescript boxers. The boy whimpered as the digits brushed against his aching member. "Blaine," The indicated individual shuddered at the breath against his ear, rolling his hips against the hand and fingers. "I'm not going to toy with you-"

"You're doing one hellofa job,"

 

"I'm serious, love," Vlad's hand moved to cup the twin globes nestled behind the boy's member. "I'm not one of those guys that does all of that lovey-dovey crap. If that's what you want, perhaps in the morning. I'm too horny and impatient to go through with that," Blaine moaned in response, his hand seizing Vlad's wrist and pushing into his hand. Vladimir laughed, pulling his hand out only to rip the boxers from the boy's lithe frame. "I'm going to assume you agree with me then..." Vlad pressed a kiss against the youth's lips, before lowering to suckle on the flesh of Blaine's neck.

 

"Too much.." The brunette sighed, tugging uselessly at his partner's boxers. Vlad chuckled, lifting his frame off the bed to slid his boxers off, tantalizingly slow. "I thought you said you wouldn't tease!" Blaine groaned, moving to rip the offending garment off without a further thought. His dark god smiled cruelly, dropping the material to the floor. Blaine's breathing hastened at the sight, hand straying to his throbbing length. "I'll be back," Vlad whispered, lips brushing across the boy's, before disappearing from the room.

 

Vlad returned a moment later, crawling onto the bed while dropping something on the beside table. The black-haired male straddled the younger's hips, taking the youth's hands away from himself. Blaine glanced at the table, noticing the mystery object to be a bottle of lubricant, and flushed. Vlad reached for the bottle, opening the flicked and pouring a small amount onto his fingers. "This may feel a tad.. odd," Blaine watched, hypnotized, as Vlad pressed coated digits against his opening. One finger circled the opening, occasionally pushing against it. Blaine lifted his knees, parting them to allow the older male better accessibility.

 

This doesn't feel weird... Blaine gasped as the finger penetrated his body, writhing to move away from it. "Relax, mate." Vlad mumbled absently, testing the walls of the body beneath him. He added another finger once Blaine had calmed slightly, stretching the channel and manipulating the passage to avoid serious injury. Gray-blue eyes lifted to look upon the teen's face, exhaling softly at the sight. The boy had his eyes closed, facial muscles tense with concentration. The 20yearold withdrew his fingers, reaching for the bottle of lubricant again. He poured more onto his hands, glancing up momentarily to see Blaine watching him with the intensity of a student watching his instructor.

 

Vlad closed a slippery hand around his length, covering the turgid flesh with the creamy substance. The beading seminal fluid was wiped away when the male ran his thumb over the slit, covering the end of his erection with liberal amounts of lubrication. He locked eyes with the boy beneath him, pulling his hands away from himself. "Ready?" Blaine merely nodded, allowing his pursuer to turn him over onto his stomach. A strong arm slid beneath his waist, lifting the youth onto his knees while his upper torso rested against the mattress. At an afterthought, Blaine grabbed a pillow and pressed his face into it, biting the cloth at the initial probing of his buttocks.

 

Vlad pried the fleshy muscles apart, pressing his erection against his partner's opening. "This may hurt a little.." That was all the warning Blaine got before Vlad pushed into his body with one smooth stroke. Fists clenched the pillow, while teeth bit through the fabric. The intrusion had an initial burst of sharp pain which gradually subsided at the feeling of a strong hand closing around the youth's aching member. He moaned, relaxing into the strong ministrations, releasing the pillow little by little.

 

The pain in his backside faded until it was a very dull throb. A questioning pressure was answered by an appreciated moan from Blaine, as Vlad's erection brushed against the youth's prostate gland. Vlad took the hint, withdrawing near all the way before burying himself to the hilt in the pliant body beneath him. The dark-locked male settled into a rhythm of long, smooth penetrations that gradually built in speed. His right hand glided over Blaine's erection in time with his own pleasuring, while the left supported his own upper body.

 

Blaine moaned audibly, pushing back against his partner's hips in an attempt to make contact with his prostate gland again. Vlad shifted slightly, giving a few stabs to the desired area. With an appreciative moan, Blaine bit down into the pillow again as his fluids spilt from his erection in a spurting wave.

 

The velveteen muscles clamped deliciously around Vlad's member as the boy's seminal fluids spilt onto his hand and the blankets beneath. A few more thrusts undid the gray-blue eyed male, and he gave his own sound of climax as his essence filled the body below. With a grunt, Vlad fell atop the teen. Several moments passed before Vlad gathered the strength to pull out of the boy and roll onto his back. His arm, which had been trapped beneath both bodies, pulled Blaine on top of him, not minding the additional weight.

 

The boy was breathing heavily, eyes tightly closed from the effort and fatigue. Vlad felt around on the floor beside the bed, fingers brushing over a piece of fabric. He brought his hand up, and with it came none other than the ruined silk shirt that could have possibly started the entire encounter. With a rueful smile, he used the ripped shirt to clean himself and the youth off, before pulling the soiled half of the top blanket off of the bed. With much effort, he managed to replace himself and Blaine beneath the clean sheets, and tossed the soiled blanket to the floor with a thought of 'I'll do laundry tomorrow.'

 

Vlad rolled over, only to find bright green eyes peering at him from behind a mess of sweaty brunette locks. "After that, I might have to call in sick," The virile laughed, putting an arm around the teen. Blaine yawned, nestling into the older man's chest. "Where do you work?" Vlad yawned, closing his eyes and resting his chin atop the mess of brunette and red tipped locks. "Whitespot in Yaletown."

 

[End Notes] The Yaletown Whitespot reference is an interesting story, since it actually happened to me. But there's a whitespot in Vancouver's (BC, Canada, if you aren't geologically inclined) Yaletown that has some pretty... happy waiters. So my mum, friend and I concluded that either they're gay, they like their job a little too much, or the Interactive Male Bulliton Board across the parking lot has something to do with it. ^-^

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