Fuck, just when I stop crying, I have to listen to that damn ballad again and start crying again, this is the most I've cried in…ten years. God, I'm so fucking pitiful, please someone just shoot me…IT WAS SARCASM FORIAN PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN! Oh fuck, I've just been shot…that can't be good...oh well, I'm American I can survive this (not to be calling anyone from different countries weak or anything but I am a gun slinger! I've been shot before!). Oh yeah, to understand why I'm crying and who Forian is, you have to read 'Knight in ecto armor' and 'Deck the halls with ecto plasma?', and also to understand what's happening in this fiction. By the way, I'm bending the fucking laws, this is my fiction, I AM GOD HERE! GAY MARRIAGE IS LEGAL EVERYWHERE! MUHAHAHA! I have chocolate Pocky; it's so yummy.

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Danny was walking into Vlads' lab to give his fiancé a welcome back greeting because said fiancé had been on a business trip for a week and had headed up to his lab after giving him (Danny) a quick kiss.

"GODDAMN CAT!" Vlad yelled just as Danny walked in. He picked up his sword and smiled wickedly at The Count. "This is the last time you disrupt my work," he growled and insane glint appeared in his eyes.

"VLAD! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!"

Vlad whirled around, accidentally dropping his sword, in the process slicing his palm. "Damn," he hissed and looked at his palm.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked and rushed over.

Vlad just rolled his eyes. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a first aid kit, he wrapped his hand after cleaning it. "See, fine. Stop worrying."

"As soon to be husband, I have to worry," Danny said and slid into his lovers lap. "You never said hello," he purred and nipped playfully at Vlads' lips.

"Hello," Vlad growled seductively and began to attack the teens' neck.

"I told my parents today," Danny gasped and found himself sprawled at a stunned Vlads' feet.

"Why did you do that?" Vlad whined sounding like a small child who had the head of his favorite teddy bear ripped off.

"Because they're my parents and I'm excited." Danny stated and stood.

"They're going to call and want to talk to me, tell me to be good to you and all that," Vlad griped and buried his face in Dannys' neck.

"Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm nervous, there fore I am reverting."

"Why are you nervous?"

"Do you think I've ever been in a long standing relationship let alone proposed to someone?"

"No."

"Tada! There's your answer! You wouldn't be able to tell if I had had a nights sleep in the past week."

"You haven't slept?"

"Well no but…"

"You aren't the only person allowed to miss someone you know. A large bed seems very empty when there is no one to share it with," Vlad said and was nearly asleep on his feet.

"You missed me?" Danny asked and tried to hold Vlads' weight as the man slumped.

Vlad just let out an inaudible murmur before, to Dannys' complete and utter horror, falling asleep. (A/N: Oh damn I just painted my nails and they're already chipping! Why must life be so cruel?).

"Vlad, you're heavy," Danny said when Vlads' full weight hit him, buckling his legs.

They ended up sprawled across the floor, Vlad on top of Danny, slightly crushing the teen.

"Shhh, sleeping," Vlad muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Warm," he sighed and turned on his side, pulling Danny with him.

'Well, at least he's not crushing me,' Danny thought and snuggled deeper into Vlads' arms, he felt warm and safe and loved there.

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'Why am I on the floor?' Vlad wondered to himself when he woke to find himself on a cold hard surface. 'And why can't I see?' He thought and lifted his hand to feel what was in front of his eyes. 'Oh, it's the blasted cat.'

He started to shift and was met with a groan of protest. Danny was lying on top of him, his head pillowed on the mans' chest.

"Bad pillow, stop moving," Danny slurred and poked Vlad in the side.

"Wake up, the floor is rather uncomfortable Daniel," Vlad growled and pulled the cat off his head, and was slightly surprised when said cat didn't rip off said face.

"Don't wanna," Danny whined and snuggled deeper against his older lovers' chest.

"I don't care," Vlad growled and sat up, dumping the teen into his lap. "Wake up or I will be forced to make you in a very unpleasant way."

Dannys' eyes fluttered open and he let out a large yawn. "M'awake," he said and rubbed his eyes.

"We have things to plan today concerning our wedding, I would like to have them done before…" The ringing of his cell phone cut off Vlad; Danny had finally made him get one. "Masters speaking."

"V-MAN!" Vlad held the phone an arms length away.

"Jack," he said curtly. "What do I owe this most unpleasant interruption?"

"You're marrying my son, I think that earns me a phone call."

"Yes, I'm marrying your brat, I think that earns me a trip to a mental institution, but we all can't have what we want now can we?"

"Aw come on! He's a great kid!"

"Jack, he has lived with me for a little over a year now, I think I know his character by now."

"Oh yeah. Anyway, I'll be signing the forms and all. He maybe legal, but he still needs parental consent before he can marry you. Maddie's not so thrilled about the idea though, she thinks Danny's too young for this kind of commitment."

"Maybe I was a little sudden," Vlad said and Danny glared at him. "Or maybe not, he seems determined to go through with it all the way."

"Well, be good to him…"

"Yes yes, if I hurt him, you'll kill me and all that. I've heard this all before from you."

"I know, but still…"

"I am unfortunately, completely in love with the boy Jack. He's not some toy I'm going to pay with then throw away later. Have you ever known me to only do something half-way?"

"No, I guess not. Give me a call when you've got the papers ready, bye."

"Good-bye Jack," Vlad said and ended the call. "I told you they would call."

"It wasn't that bad."

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Well, that's chapter one of the sequel my lovelings. I'm going to actually finish more than one slash scene this time, you can't write a honeymoon with just half scenes, oh damn, I gave away part of my story. Anyway, it's two in the morning, I best be getting to sleep, I start school on the fifth, and my birthday is the sixth, plus I have to cook Beef Wellington tomorrow or today…wait tonight, yes, I have to cook Beef Wellington tonight for dinner. I finally found the intelligence to stop listening to that damn ballad and I have yet to cry again.