~CHAPTER 8 missing fragment~

Okay so I'm back with more of this crap, which someone apparently has enjoyed… :)

It was a glittering pink envelope, sealed with a bright red heart made of something sticky and emanating an unmistakable strawberry scent.

EVEN IF YOU DON'T SPARKLE…

Hey dude! Just wanted to say that I think I have like a crush on you or something!

-Love, Alfred-

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he cursed out loud, shoving the letter into his pocket. "I'll just have to deal with this later"

"Stupid troll you will not thwart me again!" Dragos shouted as he followed the creature inside. He quickly glanced around the dimly lit bedroom, which was just as big and richly decorated as Arthur's and briefly had a sinister suspicion, just before he spotted the troll diving under the bed.

"Come out of there now, you demented shit!" he demanded, kneeling and lifting the covers. But the troll had already emerged on the other side and now jumped on the Romanian's back, causing him to collapse and slam his head into one of the bed's posters.

"Owww!" The vampire managed to get up just in time to catch a glimpse of the troll's fat behind as he once more darted out the door, this time turning the lock. "What? No!"

"Let me out of here, you mindless beast!" Dragos shouted, although aware it was useless. Judging by how hard the troll was laughing outside, it was obvious that he had no such intention.

Stupid troll fuck you a million times! the vampire inwardly cursed pulling at the knob, until the door was unexpectedly swung open.

"Aw dude, I totally knew you'd come!" Alfred stated excited, flashing a broad smile. "See my letters have never failed, not once! By the way, I thought I saw a troll prancing about on the way here, how awesome is that?"

Yeah, as awesome as fuck!

"Yes indeed, so maybe I should…" He murmured as he unsuccessfully tried to slip past the American's massive frame.

"Now, now, Dragos…" Alfred said, lifting his chin with two fingers. "What did I say about you being nervous? There's no need…"

He sighed pleased as he took his time observing his servant. Strange enough, the Romanian looked as if he'd just gotten out of bed – his long strawberry blonde strands were ruffled in a rather sexy-messy way and his shirt was partially unbuttoned… See, being the total ultimate hero Alfred Jones knew that his love letter could never have failed, but he assumed that his usually rebellious and stubborn servant had put up some fight against his own desires before he had eventually decided to give up resisting his undeniable charm…

"Why are you fighting it?" the American asked softly with a widening grin, as he scooped up the other boy in his arms unexpectedly and carried him to his king size bed. "If you behave… we won't need to do anything particularly rough"

"Master, please…" the vampire whispered, flinching as his back came in contact with the cool bedclothes, even if he knew it was pointless. He was doomed. Again.

Alfred shook his head and removed his bomber jacket, tossing it on the floor as he climbed in bed next to the Romanian. He held out his bare wrist in front of the other's lips. "There, it will make you feel better. I know you're hungry"

No! Don't do it again! Not again! the vampire scolded himself inwardly, cursing his lack of self restraint, eyes trained on the other blonde's pulse point. But yes, he was hungry and this was too much – he could even pick up the scent of the addictive, ruby red liquid running hot under the slightly tanned skin, making his mouth water. So he just grabbed the outstretched arm and bit down, almost moaning as the blood invaded his mouth. Closing his eyes, the Romanian drank in pure ecstasy, ignoring the other hand that had pulled off his shirt and was now trailing down his bare torso, eventually reaching and tugging on the hem of his trousers.

Eventually Alfred pulled away his injured wrist and leaned down, capturing his servant's lips – which were still wet with his blood – into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. It was a tad weird to taste himself this way, but he liked weird. Impatient, he worked to remove the rest of their clothing and pulled back the duvet so they could get more comfortable under it.

"A-ah!" Dragos let out a hiss of pain as the American climbed on top of him, and shifted with a grimace.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I'm sore all over… I took a nasty tumble down the stairs earlier…" the vampire murmured with his eyes closed.

Alfred tsked him. "Hmmm, that's very interesting…. You're sore all over, yet you were ready to tackle a troll…" A small chuckle escaped him as he pressed a finger against the other boy's upward tipped nose. "My little Dracula, I think your nose is beginning to grow…" He raised an eyebrow at his servant's tormented expression. "Alright, tell me, where does it hurt?"

The strawberry blonde flinched at the awful pet name. Oh my God, what the fuck?!

"Um… my left shoulder" he replied regardless and moaned softly when strong fingers began to rub small circles on the specified spot. It must have been the fresh blood within his system that made it feel so good. Yeah, that's definitely what it was…

"Where else?"

"Ahhn… my knee…" The American promptly attended to the indicated part of the other's body with the same diligence. "Feel any better now?"

"Y-yes, but only a bit" came the very predictable answer and Alfred laughed out loud this time. "Tch, Dragos, your poor little nose… there are two extra inches to it easy… And let me guess, at the end of this terrible fall… you landed square on your ass, didn't you?"

The vampire's eyes snapped open and he threw his master an open glare. "No, I didn't fall on my ass," he said dryly.

"Oh good, I was worried…" Master whispered still amused and leaned down for another kiss, a hand stroking over the Romanian's collarbone and reaching down to tease a nipple by squeezing it gently. He smirked against the other boy's lips as he felt sharp fingers reaching up to dig into his back, and pulled away, letting his mouth travel south, eventually stopping to lick and tease the vampire's bellybutton. His own fingers sneaked down, strategically avoiding the 'vital regions', and thrust into his entrance, preparing him.

"Nghhh…" The other blonde moaned out loud, inwardly cursing his treacherous body, which was once more shamelessly reacting to his master's skilled touch. Alfred pinned his wrists down on either side of his head and slammed himself in all the way, instantly grinning as he saw his servant's fangs sinking into his lower lip. He gave a few slow thrusts before he found himself suddenly pushed backwards to sit up.

"Better… that's better…" the vampire whispered, straddling his lap and keeping the same slow, torturous rhythm. "My back was hurting too…" he added, lowering his mouth down to muffle the other boy's chuckle. The American complied for a while, massaging the strawberry blonde's back in rhythm with his pumping.

"Fucking hell… when did you get that good at this?" he panted pulling back for air, "W-when did you get that good period? You're like my own brand of heroine…" Not resisting any longer, he pushed his servant back flat on the bed and sped up his movements. "I'm sorry… about your back…ah!"

"N-no more…." Dragos moaned, wrapping his legs around the American's waist to shift the angle, "no more f-fucking Twilight stuff…"

A few strong thrusts later they both came almost in the same time, calling out each other's name. The vampire wasn't very sure whether Alfred had actually said his name or had called him that horrid pet name again, but the fuck with it…

"So dude… what's wrong with Twilight anyway?"

"It sucks!"

"Well duh! It's a vampire movie…"

OMG done it even worse this time…. #^%&*^* Feel free to flame, troll, etc. *runs back in the hole*