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"I'm all about the danger, Babe," he breathed back to him, lips keeping apart just slightly, breathing hot air on the vampire's face. He heard the door close, then was overwhelmed by the vampire surrounding him. He groaned in pleasure as the hard lips pressed against his almost ferociously. He reached his hands forward, knocking the melted remains of the ice cream to the side as he grabbed for Heison's body. Any part of it. Then that cool tongue slid out to meet his, and he grunted at the feeling. He liked it a lot. Releasing Heison briefly, he set his hands on the counter and lifted himself easily up onto it. He slid across the slick countertop and sat with a leg hanging on either side of Heison's body. Within seconds, he had Heison back in his arms again, gripping at the nape of his neck and pulling his torso closer to his own, lifting him up off of that damn bar stool to stand in front of him. Their lips crashed together in a mixture of fangs and teeth and tongues and, oh, god it felt so damn good. The hand that wound around Heison's middle slid down and gripped onto his a**, having to groan once again at how ******** perfect this male was.

God, Dahvie loved this. It felt so damn good to have Heison in his arms and on his lips. He had to chuckle at the little squeak Heison made when he grabbed his a**, but soon after frowned a bit as he pulled away. "Heis?" he asked softly, panting a little from lack of breath. He reached out to touch his arm, but immediately dropped it as he heard the young-looking vampire's voice deepen to an almost growl. He slid off of the bar and stood in front of him, looking him over for a moment. Then he bent down and left the gentlest kiss on his lips to let him know it was alright. "Go get some sleep, okay?" he told him gently, backing up from him just a little to give him his space. "You've had quite the day. Go rest, and you can come see me whenever you want, alright?" He smiled at him though he knew the vampire couldn't see him with his head down like it was. He hopped back behind the counter and grabbed the dirty glass and ice-cream bowl. "For the record, that was so much more intense than my imagination lead me to believe all those times..," he added to him, smiling to himself. "It was fantastic."

Dahvie watched the vampire walk out of his bar. As soon as the door shut, he slumped over onto the counter. "God, the things that man does to me," he groaned then sighed deeply. "Guess I should get back to work..," he muttered to himself before standing and beginning to clean once again.

Bryan hummed a little when he heard Heison talk to him. He hadn't even heard the door open or close right beside him. "What? Oh, yeah, sure. You okay?" he asked, frowning as he looked over Heison's expression. He easily lifted the vampire into his arms and gave him a moment to adjust the cloak again before walking the short distance to his car. He opened the car door, pushing it open with his foot. Then he slid Heison into the passenger seat, lowered the visor, buckled him in, and shut the door. He hurried to the other side and slid in himself, buckling his seat belt and starting the car. "Did you over-exert yourself in there, Beautiful?" he asked softly as he began the slightly lengthy drive to the vampire's home.

Bryan looked at him worriedly as he sped up a little. He didn't like this. He didn't like his beautiful little vampire to suffer like he looked like he was doing. He quickly took the phone from him and scrolled down his contacts, clicking on the first name he saw: Mikal. He held the phone to his ear as he sped towards their house on just the edge of town. "Come on, Mikal. Pick up, pick the ******** up," he muttered, glancing over to Heison a few times, complete worry on his face. "Stop ******** moping and pick up!" He bit his lip as he impatiently waited for Mikal to pick up his damn phone.

"Mikal, your phone's going off," a tall, soft-spoken vampire told his older brother-by-bite. When he got no response, he sighed and sat on the bed, picking up his phone for him. His brow furrowed just a bit when he saw it was Heison that was calling. Maybe he got stuck somewhere until the sun went down? He pressed the green button and held the phone to his ear. "Heison?" he asked calmly.

"Oh, thank ********. Uhh, this is Travis, right? You know what, whatever. Heison over-exerted himself and is passed the ******** out in my passenger seat. I'm driving as fast as I can to your place, but I dunno if I'm gonna get there quick enough. I'm still like fifteen minutes away. He needs some blood pronto," he squabbled into the mic of the phone, sounding a bit panicked over his best friend's current state.

Travis stood rigid from the bed. "I'll meet you soon. Just keep driving." He promptly hung up the phone and was out of the room in seconds. He knocked twice on his sire's door before entering. Hurriedly, he said, "The Slayer is bringing Heison to us. He is going into a deep sleep again."

Travis frowned a bit at his Sire's words, but didn't go against them. He knew better. He just nodded to his words and went back to Mikal's room. He sat on the bed once again and sighed softly. "...The Slayer's taking care of Heison. At least he's not a Slayer that hates all vampires..," he said thoughtfully, trying to get his mind off of the younger vampire that may be going into a deep sleep as he sat there and did nothing to help. "He and Heison are close friends, I've gathered. Heison has a problem with blabbing on about him." He turned to look at Mikal, studying his face. "I know you're jealous of that."

Bryan was letting out a constant stream of curses by now as he sped down the road. He didn't want to lose Heison as a friend. God, he only really had two friends, Dahvie and Heison, that he could be himself around. Losing either one of them... He pushed the tears from his eyes, only being too late to accidentally let a few slip freely down his face. "********," he sobbed out in a strangled manner, eyes boring into the road and fingers tightening around his steering wheel as he attempted to steel himself.

Travis felt the beginnings of a smile when he heard Mikal's voice for the first time in roughly a day of sitting with him and trying to coax him out of his shell of darkness and silence. "Because," he begain matter-of-factly, "you care that he has the Slayer in his good graces, and that you do not." He was silent for another moment before he added in, "You know, Heison feels a strong connection with the Slayer's bartender friend. He and the Slayer are only close friends. You don't have to be so uptight about him stealing your Slayer away." He had an air of amusement surrounding him. He enjoyed picking on Mikal sometimes. It entertained him, especially after long plagues of silence the older vampire put on his family.

Bryan pulled up to the front of the vampires' home five minutes earlier than he expected and hurriedly put it in park, jumping out of the car. He ran to the other side and opened the door, unbuckling the vampire from the seat. He carefully lifted the vampire into his arms, making sure he was completely covered, before rushing him to the cover of the awning over the front door where the man he knew as the trio of vampire's sire waited with the door ajar. He hurried in, remembering to hold some caution, and rested the unconscious vampire on the couch they kept in the living area of the actual above-ground house. He immediately stepped back to let their sire do his work on the small brunette. He was silent as he watched in a tense silence. After a few seconds, he realized he still had Heison's phone gripped in his hand. He walked over and silently laid the device on the arm of the couch. "If you could...ask him to call me when he's better," he requested silently. He bowed his head respectively to the blond male then slowly backed out of the house. He lingered at the door frame for a moment, eyes glued to the overly-pale vampire's face before he shut the door quietly and made his way to the car. He shut the passenger-side door that he left ajar before walking around to his side. He slowly slid into his seat and pulled the door closed. Hands on the steering wheel, he gripped it tightly as he felt himself breaking down. Heison better be okay. If he wasn't, Bryan didn't know what he would do. He was like a younger brother to him. It would be like losing his family all over again. Tears ran down his cheeks silently as his body shook with unvoiced sobs. He couldn't do this again... He was so out of it, he completely forgot he was in a stationary vehicle in the vampires' front yard crying his eyes out.

Travis only kept the amused smile on his lips. "It's funny how hard you think it is to read you, Mikal. You're just giving yourself away everytime you try to defend yourself." He was silent for a moment before a small frown killed his smile. "Though, if you did harm the Slayer, Heison would surely not take kindly to it. Especially since he has taken care of him while he is not well. He will surely feel as though he owes the Slayer something for this act of kindness." He sighed softly and scooted more onto the bed, crossing his legs as he got a little more comfortable. "I wonder how Heison is doing..," he wondered aloud idly.

Bryan took around ten minutes after his just-as-long break down to sober himself up and shift to "drive". He glanced at the house once more before sighing and taking off down the road at a solomn pace. He drove the half-hour back to his abode, not even remembering the drive back. He felt guilty...in a way...for Heison's health. He wasn't sure why, though. He flopped down on his bed to stare up at the ceiling, a deep frown set on his face. His cell phone was resting on his chest, volume up as he awaited a call that might not even come so he could hear his Beautiful's happy voice telling him he was okay and not to worry too much about him because he was tough and could handle little breakdowns like that. Bryan's lips twitched into a brief smile as he thought about the stubborn, peppy vampire. ...Then his thoughts wandered to Heison's elder...Mikal. He surprised himself as the creature's face slid into his mind. Why had he even thought of him? He should just be worrying about Heison. Shaking his head, he rolled onto his side, kicked his shoes off of the end of the bed and curled into himself a bit. The phone slid to the mattress and plopped down in front of his up-right chest. He stared at it for a moment before a sigh escaped his lips and his eyelids slid shut gently. His body relaxed, and soon he was in dreamland. Unfortunately...Mikal just wouldn't leave him alone and showed up in his dreams as well...a little less clothed than his earlier thoughts.