Last chapter, this is going to be an on going series, I promise. Dorian is going to have his own series starting after this chapter. I'm just going to label it as the sequel because, well it is. It's so funny when parents try and talk like teenagers they see on TV. Vlad is Father, Danny is Dad or Daddy.

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"DORIAN NO!" Danny yelled and yanked one of Vlads' guns out of his sons' hand. "Don't play with that."

"He won't learn anything if he doesn't mess up first," Vlad said as he welded something or another.

"Say that when he shoots his fingers off."

"I can reattach them."

Danny just rolled his eyes and lead Dorian out of the lab. "Let's go call Sam and Tucker."

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"I like Sam, she's awesome," the five year old beamed. "Tucker is a dweeb."

"Who told you that?" Danny asked as he pulled Dorian, who was holding the phone, into his lap.

"Father did," Dorian blushed. "He told me not to tell you."

"I won't tell Father you told me," Danny laughed. "Hey Sam! Say hi to Sam Dorian."

"HI SAMMY!"

"HEY KIDDO!"

Danny handed the phone over to Dorian and lifted the boy off his lap. "Hey, tell Sam that you need to be occupied for an hour. I have some important adult things to do with Father."

"Okay Daddy!"

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Danny locked the lab door behind him. "Vlad," he purred and tugged the hair tie out of his husbands' hair, freeing the platinum mane.

"Hmm?" Vlad quirked a brow when his hair fell into his eyes.

"Sams' keeping Dorian occupied for an hour."

"Really, what do you have in mind?" Vlad smirked and pulled Danny into his lap.

"Touch me."

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HAHA FUCKERS! I left you hanging there, not really. There will be more slashy yum-yums in the sequel! I promise. Be faithful, I should have the next story up in a day or so.