Dracula stirs, thunder and lightening livening up the entire hotel. He pouts and grumbles, only to remember Johnny was next to him. He turns and looks down at the other, sighing. It wasn't much longer before Johnny had awaken aswell.

He doesn't talk, he just shudders from the nipping cold and shakes his head, making him dizzy enough to fall against the other's chest. Dracula smiles and wraps his arms around him - running his slim fingers through his fluffy mass of red curls.

"Did you sleep well, Johnathan?" He asks, a small sigh following.

He shakes his head from side to side slowly.

"Considering I was woken up by lightening, no, not at all." He smiles and laughs, staying back against the other's touch.

"Is there anything I can do to fix that?" Dracula asks, frowning slightly with wide eyes, eyebrows perked up. Johnny looks up at him and grins.

"Well, maybe. What's your thoughts on beating the pulp outta someone?" Dracula's brows furrow.

"…Why?" He asks, confused.

"Maybe… you could take out your stress on me. Show me your anger… and it'll help you calm down, dude." He bites his lip, realizing how silly that must sound.

"You really want that?" He asks, a weird, confused smile on his face. He earns a nod from Johnny, and the confusion fades.

"Well… what exactly should I do to you?"

"Just don't kill me." He laughs at first, but then sighs. "No taking all my blood, and no… hitting below the belt. Just… fuck up my face, in a sense."

"Language, Johnathan." He smiles and rolls his eyes.

"If I keep spewing out curses, what're ya gonna do about it, bloodmouth?" He smirks, knowing teasing him would be the perfect fuel.

He was soooooo right.

( Hey guys, first story. It's also on my tumblr .com under the tag nicfics. Enjoy! )

Dracula grunts, and grabs the other's jaw. "Oh, you'll take that back, Johnny-boy. You wouldn't want daddy mad at you, would you?"

"I don't care either way, Drac. I could care less. Not like you could fuck me up in any sense."

"Wrong answer." He spews, popping him in the jaw, a twisted look of rage and pleasure in his expression. He earns a loud wince and some heavy breathing from the other, expression turning into mostly a smirk.

"Take it back."

"In your dreams, grandpa."

The smile turns malicious as he shoves the other down, off the bed, and he pounces ontop of him without Johnny given a choice. It takes no time to punch his nose, which soon started bleeding and made him whine and moan out.

Dracula would've kept going, but he was pretty sure Johnny had enough. He was holding his nose, watching the tall, slender myth, and had a shine over his eyes.

"I think you broke it."