Warning(s): Slight lemon, lime, yaoi, Joss x Vlad.

I don't own The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, Auntie Heather Brewer does! :D

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Vlad tossed and turned, his cheeks flushed, blanket tossed to the floor, and skin covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. His brows were drawn together as he slept, his lips slightly parted. All he could feel was the heat in which his dream version of a certain someone was filling him. All he could see was those gorgeous eyes looking into his own, flustered ones. All he could hear was skin against skin, tan slapping against pale. All he could taste was a tongue around his own. All he could smell was passion and raw, hot sex. It felt so good, so wonderful. His need ached for release, tight in his boxers and pajama pants. The dream made him harder than anything ever had before.

That luscious, brown hair, tangled in his fingers. That wonderful, undeniable shaft thrusting in and out of his posterier. Those lust filled, brown eyes. That tan, flawless skin...

Oh, it was enough to make him release right then and there in his pajamas.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end. An example of this would be Aunt Nelly calling for Vlad to wake up, that she was making breakfast. It took several tries on her half, but her calls were answered with a small grunt as the Pravus was stirred out of his dream, awaking him. He sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. The dream burned at the forefront of his mind, send a rush of blood to his already aching groin. Groaning to himself, he frowned. He would have to take care of his... well, he wouldn't exactly say little, but you get that it was a problem and Vlad had to take care of it.

Getting up and out of bed, the noirette went to the bathroom. After giving himself the relief he needed (he refused to believe that when he climaxed that he moaned out his name just out of pure embarrassment) and cleaning himself up a bit, the male went back to his room, getting dressed into his daily, school clothes - consisting of a shirt that read in white font on a black background 'I DON'T BITE. HARD.', a dark gray zip up hoodie, a black choker, and faded blue jeans. Glancing at the time as he slipped on his socks and shoes, he made a mental note to hurry with breakfast if he wanted to make it to his early morning sparring match with Joss.

Joss...

Vlad paused at the door of his room, backpack over his shoulder, shifting it slightly as his cheeks began to burn. The dream from earlier came back to the front of his mind, flashing images of the male's toned, tan body going across his vision. Shaking his head furiously to try and rid himself of the mental images of the Slayer, he hurried from his room and down the stairs. What greeted him was a flustered looking Otis Otis, eyeing the boy like he had lost his mind.

Well, shit.

The Pravus quickly clamped down on his thoughts, shooting his uncle a look that said, 'Don't say anything.'

Otis shivered a little and shook his head, walking into the kitchen. "Nelly!"

"Yes?"

Vlad panicked. He wouldn't dare. Quickly pushing his mind into his uncle's own, he saw that he wasn't trying to do what he had feared. He was...

Ew.

Okay.

No.

After talking to Nelly for a moment about how they were running low on blood bags and he was getting hungry again (that and Vlad's hunger seemed to have been growing in recent times), he snagged some cookies from the fridge for his breakfast at the school. After taking a warm plate of actual breakfast, made by Nelly herself, he kissed her lovingly on the lips.

Pulling out his mind from his uncle's, Vlad decided that he didn't need breakfast.

"I'm heading for school, Nelly!" the boy called.

"Alright, Vlad!" called the woman in return after pulling away from Otis slightly. The two had been kissing a bit too lovingly and that had bothered the Pravus. "I'll have Otis give you your lunch today, okay?"

"Got it!"

With that, the male hurried out, shuddering. That was code for don't come back in unless you want to be scarred for all of your life. Thankfully, if he had forgotten anything, which he was fairly certain that he hadn't, he could just float up and get it from his room. Walking out of his front yard, he reached out with his blood, searching for Joss's thoughts. Once he found them, he quickly turned and grabbed the about-to-be attacker that had been behind him. Tossing the startled Slayer up and over his shoulder, he righted him on his feet in front of him. Releasing him, Vlad tensed up his muscles, getting ready for the early morning adrenaline that he had gotten so used to since he and Joss agreed to those sparring matches...

The two fought it out, relentless. Joss, trying to kill Vlad with his deadly stake, and Vlad, avoiding his blows and delivering them all the same... Once the sun began to rise, however, they stopped, reverting back to their everyday, day to day teenager selves.

Joss wrapped his arm around Vlad, grinning as he hid his stake away in his hip holster. "Morning, Vlad," he greeted, as though the two of them had not just been fighting each other to the death. "What's up?"

"Eh, nothing much. Just got done fighting some crazy guy with a giant splinter," teased Vlad, smiling. He tried not to think about his dream as it tried to come back to the front of his mind. "You?"

"Just finished fighting Dracula," snorted Joss, shaking his head as he grinned all the more. That grin... Oh, if he flashed it Vlad's way, the Pravus would melt like butter. "Get your homework done for last period?"

"With my uncle being my teacher and living with me? Duh," laughed the noirette.

"Good, cause I kind of need to copy it..."

"You're kidding."

"Dad was jumping down my throat about leaving some of my books down in the living room..."

"Oh..."

"Yeah..."

Vlad glanced over at him. He then offered him a smile. "Why don't you spend the night? I don't care if you bring some bugs and stuff over..."

Joss looked at him in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. And before you ask, Henry told me about your bug love."

The brunette's cheeks burned a little as he glanced away, his arm around Vlad tensing a little. "Y-you aren't going to make fun of me over it, are you?" he asked him a little worriedly.

"Not at all," smiled Vlad. "I wouldn't mind learning about it. Not to mention we'll have time to play some video games and stuff cause it's Friday and Otis and Nelly are going out to see a movie and have dinner before she has to work tonight..."

Joss smiled, his blush dying down as he looked at Vlad. "You sure that Henry won't get mad that you invited me instead of him?"

"He's grounded, isn't he?"

The two shared a laugh as they neared Bathory High. Time to get the day over with and, hopefully, have someone to gag at while his uncle and Aunt Nelly kissed each other and all that before their date.

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~Annabeth