Wretched unfair it is

The words rang in his head as he watched as Spade snuggled Denise on the couch, and Catherine leaned into Crispin as they took the champagne glasses out of the cabinets.

Of the three of us, I'm the one who's collected the rare and unusual, yet you two managed to snag the world's most unusual women.

"Maybe I don't want a woman." He said it to himself, so quietly even, that Bones nor Spade heard him. He shook his head. He wanted someone.

He had been alone for two long.

He blew the reddish blonde strands out of his eyes before focusing on not focusing his attention to the sets of lovers.

A knock on the door stole his attention. No one else seemed ready to interrupt their heartfelt moments, so he went to answer it. At the first glance through the door, and feeling the air, his thoughts were 'who invited the bloody Count?'

Once opening it though, his thoughts were thrown off, as always, at the sight of the man.

His brown hair tousled, brown eyes vibrant, and his classically handsome looks at their finest. He was wearing a cream silk button down, paired with boots, and corduroy pants.

"Ah Ian!" he said, plastering on his best wolfish grin, he knew that the red haired man had feelings beyond platonic for him, but he would wait for the latter to make his move first.

"How nice," he stressed the word nice, "To see you again. Now, where's the party? It is almost 2011 after all." Ian gulped and nodded, wordlessly letting Vlad into the house.

"Vlad!" Yelled Cat, launching herself at him, both Crispin and Ian suppressed a growl. Denise and Spade settled to smile and say their greetings from the couch. But, Ian stalked out the back door and onto a patio. Sinking down into a wicker lawn chair, he rubbed his hands across his face.

After about ten minutes, he heard the sliding door open and close.

"What's biting you?" His rough voice broke through Ian's inner musings.

"Everything" Vlad sat next to Ian and raised a speculative eyebrow.

"Does it have anything to do with… this" as he said it he leaned close, he was so close their noses were almost touching. Ian leaned forward and their lips met, warm and supple, they stayed like that for a while, before Ian broke off, resting his forehead against the Impaler's.

"Yes. It has everything to do with that" Ian smiled at the same moment Vlad did.

Of the three of us, I'm the one who's collected the rare and unusual, yet you two managed to snag the world's most unusual women.

But he didn't want an unusual woman, he wanted an unusual man.