A/N: Explicit yaoi scene, though no physical contact with each other yet, sadly. Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy with college and working on the other fanfictions I'm working on. I hope you enjoy this chapter though :)

Chapter 6: Stupid Vampire

"Evra, do you have the trays done for tonight's show?" the orange haired vampire leaned against one of the vans, looking down at the snake boy who was taking care of his snake in the grass. Evra nodded, his long blondish hair pulled into a ponytail.

"Yep, all put together and priced." He let his snake crawl up and over his shoulder, looking up at Larten he smiled. The stiff vampire dared let a small smile stretch across his face before looking off across the camp into the woods. It had been almost 4 months since he was injured. A couple broken ribs, but it was nothing he couldn't heal from.

"Good, we do not need Hibernius getting angry with us for them not being done on time this time." He admitted, leaning against the van. They weren't going to perform in the tent like usual, but they prepared their wares near the van.

"Where are we performing?" Evra looked up concerned. Sometimes he hated being the last to know what was going on, there was always this panic filled rush at the last moment, and lately he has been the last to know what was going on.

"We are performing in an abandoned theatre." He informed him, dragging his fingers through his hair.

"A theatre?" Evra frowned. "That'll limit how much I can move for the ending act. If I'm still doing the ending." He looked up. The vampire nodded, looking back down at him.

"From what I understand you are." Sighing Evra laid back, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the sky. The sun was starting to go down, which meant he had maybe 3 or 4 hours until it was time to pack up and head to the theatre. He didn't like limited space theatre's provided him. In the tents it seemed as if his space was limitless, and that thought was only supported when he performed in a theatre or building.

"I hate being the last to know about this stuff. It creates too much panic." Evra whined.

Shifting the vampire took a seat next to the snake boy and looked up at the setting sun. He could feel the suns slight burn on his skin but it wasn't bad, in fact, it was kind of comforting. "It is something we must live with. Hibernius does not try to keep it from you, sometimes, things are just behind schedule and he cannot change that." Larten knew the ring leader was powerful, that he could see into the future, see the path they were on and see the paths others are on, but he wasn't sure if Evra knew that, and to defend his old friend, Larten pretended he didn't.

"I know, it just sucks." Evra rolled over, his eyes closing as his snake curled up beside him. She was always at his side. In the winter or summer, rain or shine, wind or calm. She was faithful to him, much like a dog to a human master. Smiling Larten leaned down and kissed his shoulder.

"You know what else sucks?" Larten whispered in his ear, a hand rested on the boys hip. Evra looked back at him confused, his face blushing a bit.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, noting the passionate look in the older man's eyes.

"That I have to watch you fold yourself in half and tease the audience when I cannot come at you and show your body what it deserves." He kissed the boys lips lightly. Evra blushed and looked down. Larten always teased him like this, but he never actually acted on his impulses. He'd tell Evra what a vampire could do for him. How good it'd feel, how skilled he was, but Larten never made any advance to back that up.

"You know what sucks more than that?" Evra looked at him, his voice a whisper. Usually that was all from the boy, a blush and a glance to the ground, but today he must have been feeling different Larten noticed. He was interested into seeing how far the boy would take it.

"What is that?" He smiled, looking into his eyes.

"Watching you put that damn flute in your mouth and letting Madam Octa crawl all over you, yet you won't put my flute in your mouth." His lips twitched, the corner of them curling into a smile. Larten looked at him impressed, his eyebrows rising.

"Very nice Mr. Von." He chuckled rolling away from the boy, resting on his back. "Maybe I will take you on your offer tonight." He snickered. Evra blushed harder sitting up. He was still fairly innocent. Though they flirted away from the eyes of the others in the camp, they never had sex. Evra was too shy and half of the time didn't even flirt back. Larten most of the time did it to tease him. He enjoyed seeing the innocent meekness of the boy. It was a change from the not-so-innocence of women now-a-days.

Turning Evra nibbled on his lip and crawled over the man. Larten who had closed his eyes for a brief rest snapped his head up upon feeling the weight of the boy on his hips. "I don't want you to do it later." Evra replied, sliding down, resting his head on the vampire's chest. Larten let off a light growl as their hips glided past each other's, the friction of the organs meeting separated by cloth made the muscles in his thighs tension almost painfully.

"You will have to wait," Larten insisted, his hands grabbing the boys knees like he used to do when the boy was a child. "We cannot do anything right now, not before the show."

"But the show doesn't start for almost 5 hours," Evra pouted. "Besides, you're always teasing me and making me feel uncomfortable, I want you to follow through with your threats mister big bad vampire." Evra smiled as he said it. Larten looked him in the eyes. Reaching up he wrapped a hand through the back of the boys hair and crushed their lips together. He noted the obvious reaction of the boy. The tensing of the muscles, his heart pounding in his chest. His hesitance to relax. It was just like any other day when they kissed. Evra after all was still innocent.

"After the show I will reward you." Larten replied. "As I know how difficult it is to ignore the urge at your age." He dragged his fingertips down the boys spine. Evra shivered, his legs squeezing the body that laid in between them as he arched into the touch. Still sensitive, Larten noticed. This brought a smile to his face. The sensitive scales were promising. "But later." He concluded. Bracing the ground he slid out from under the boy and stood up. Evra looked after him confused, wondering if he really meant it. Larten teased him quite often so sometimes he wasn't sure if the man was teasing or not but when Larten made for his trailer he realized that Larten was serious.

"M-Mr Crepsley!" Evra gasped. Struggling against his weak and shaking knees he pushed himself to his feet, racing after the vampire who made it a point to keep a certain distance between them. When Evra would speed up, so would the vampire. Growling Evra reached out to grab the red fabric of the vampire's cloak, but a metal van door slid in between them, stopping his advance. He glared at the door. Grabbing the door knob he tried to wrench it open to get inside, but it was locked. "Oh come on!" Evra wine, struggling to open it again. He pulled on the handle a couple times, but when it refused to budge he quit and stared at the van. "Fine, I'll go take care of myself!" Turning he stomped away, not believing that he was fully ready for it and was snubbed.

"Stupid Vampire." He muttered pushing the flap to his tent open. His snake crawled in after him. "Stupid, like I need him." Evra spat flopping down into the hammock that had been given to him by Mr. Tiny's little people. He stared at the ceiling of the tent for a minute or so, remembering the feel of the vampires lips against his, the warm body between his flesh, the large, slightly boney hand on his bottom, squeezing ever so gently. He closed his eyes, his blood starting to rush through his veins, heat flooding every surface of his body. "Stupid Mr. Crepsley." He hissed. Looking down he looked his fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal a half flaccid half stiff member. His snake watched him for a second then turned around, heading out the door to the tent. Evra looked after her apologetically. "Thanks." He muttered.

Swallowing he looked back down at his member and gently grabbed ahold of it. This would be the first time doing this to himself. In a way it brought frightening memories from his childhood back, but whenever the fear of being touched flared up, a thick flaming lust flared up twice as strong as he imagined being sprawled out for Mr. Crepsley. Groaning Evra closed his fist around the half limp limb and began to move his hand. It didn't feel good at first. It felt awkward. There was no pleasure, just like grabbing your arm and moving your hand up and down it, until he let his mind focus on it.

Looking down he spotted that in the palm of his hand, his own meaty rod began to stiffen. He stared at it but kept his hand moving. Soon a warm pleasure began to seep into the pit of his stomach, his heart began pounding to the beat of his gripping fist. He moaned, letting his head rest back against the hammock. The sound of his own pleasure shocked him. He never knew that something so simple to make him sound like that, and truth be told, it turned him on more.

"Stupid vampire," he gasped speeding up, his other hand snaking down to his balls. Grabbing the sack lightly he began to play with those as well, the pleasure intensifying. He closed his eyes so he could focus on the pleasure. Panting he dragged his thumb across the slit of his cock, moaning as he moved his hand up and down, pinching the head a little as he massaged his sack. "Why can't you be the one to make me feel this good?" He panted.

Forgetting something outside Larten pushed open the door to his van, ready to tell Evra to leave him be when he noticed that the snake boy wasn't there. It was curious behavior, seeing how Evra when he didn't have chores to do would loiter outside his van for hours if he rejected him like he had. Spotting the boys snake coiled up outside of the tent his forehead crinkle. "Surely he is not throwing a tantrum." He muttered, making his way towards the tent. The boys snake looked up at the orange haired vampire as he made his way over, her head bobbing up. Holding a finger over his lips Mr. Crepsley signaled for her to keep quiet. He didn't want to let Evra know that he was outside of his van or else there wouldn't be a snowballs chance in hell for him to escape a second time. At least without making the boy hate him.

Resting his ear up against a corner of the tent he noticed something strange. A strange breathy sound, like…panting? He stopped, his eyes opening wide when he realized what was going on. His breath hitched in his throat, his fingers wrapping around a loose corner of his cloak.

"Stupid vampire," Evra whimpered, staring down at his solid member. A string of clear liquid dripping from the slit in the head. "Oh God," He panted, his eyes closing again. Shifting he dug his heels into the mesh like structure of the hammock, pushing his hips up. The pleasure intensified. Weaving his fingers through the blankets he arched, tears coming to his eyes. He sped up, a fire running through his arm as his muscles tensed up, but he didn't stop. He was feeling so good. "Mr. Crepsley." Evra whimpered again.

Larten sighed, listening as the child moaned his name, panting. He felt horrible for getting enjoyment from listening in, but he was a couple hundred years old, this being the second time he'd had sex with a man –or would be having sex if he just accepted the boys offer. Reaching down he rubbed the soreness from the crotch of his pants, wincing. Through the corner in the tent he could just barely see the boy's form.

Evra cried out, arching again, his head digging into the hammock. His legs shook, his other hand pinching and rubbing the now swollen pillow in between his legs. His arms were shaking, his hips bucked. In the dim light of the tent the vampire could just barely see the shimmering of the boys scales, and the smell of salt tickled his nose. He stared, unaware that his own hand had found his own protesting member, his pants unbuttoned. A sudden flare of heat rushed through the boy's body. Gasping his eyes snapped open wide, his heart pounding. A sudden fear engulfed him as his vision blurred white. A strangled cry wrenched itself from his lip as the heat accompanied pure pleasure, coursing throughout his body, making his head feel stuffed. A hot liquid plastered his stomach as his arm sped up at the beginning of the wave and slowed down as his heart began to slow back down, his bottom finding its place back on the hammock. He looked down, the smell of salt now noticeable to him. The smell was thick and musky, kind of arousing itself.

On his stomach was a line of white liquid which looked to him like glue, or ooze. Reaching down he touched it, the hotness warming his fingertips. Lifting it he watched it string a bit before grimacing. "Ew," He muttered, grabbing some tissues that he had sitting on the floor from when his snake would get leaky eyes and he himself would get a runny nose, and wiped the mess off of his stomach.

Pulling away from the tent Larten pulled his pants down, allowing his member free into the cool breeze. He panted lightly, his eyes intensely focused on Evra, but he was very cautious of his surroundings too. Speeding up he groaned, releasing his load on the base of the tent. He bit his lip as some of the white liquid soaked into the fabric, the rest just running off. He didn't mean to aim for the tent. Pulling his pants back up he looked around and headed for his van. He was nowhere near done, and he had a lot of work to get to if he wanted be focused for the show. Getting to his van he hauled the door open and climbed inside, his hand wrapped tightly around his package through his pants. "Oh Mr. Von, if only you knew what it is you do to me."