This is the night that never ends...

[godofcologne]

A few minutes of quiet and the scent of gunpowder managed to do what all the interminable talking had not: clear Thomas' mind to the point where he could actually stand being in his own head. Still, just because he wasn't in danger of hurling insults or spewing his guts didn't mean he wanted to see any of the housemates who had been informed of his

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[godofcologne]

The speed and efficiency with which Vlad hauled him inside would have made Thomas laugh if he had been able to catch his breath before the man pressed him against the glass door, hand threading through his hair and lips trailing kisses down his throat. Thomas growled in frustration, rocking to the delicious rhythm Vlad set that just wasn't enough, and his hands reached for Vlad's hips, pulling pants and boxers down in one frenzied motion.

"Counter. Now." Thomas growled through gritted teeth, fingers digging into the other man's hips as he took the three steps towards the closest kitchen counter. It took only a matter of seconds to get the other man onto said counter. And once he had him there, Thomas' desperate movements slowed again, an infuriating smirk on his lips as his fingers drifting over hips and heated flesh, one hand stroking surely while the other undid the buttons to Vlad's shirt.

[godofcologne]

Meeting Vlad's eye, Thomas sipped the coffee and whiskey again, slowly, before he set the mug back on the table. So he didn't know. And the way Vlad was looking, with protective anger rising beneath the surface, made Thomas suspect the reason he didn't know wasn't because he had stopped watching because he was tired of seeing his sister naked on television (thanks Harry).

"Almost a month, no wait..." It took a few minutes for Thomas to remember that he had been the one on a weird time. And then he realized Vlad might not have been on the same time schedule as the house during that time (even though Chicago and Forks had both been). Thomas sighed in irritation, giving up. "A while back, something freaked out Lacci. A lot." He held up a hand to stay any demands

[bad_vlad]

It wasn't long into the story before Vlad's faced smoothed into an expressionless mask. It remained that way until several long seconds after the story was finished. For Thomas though, the man was a horrible mess of migraine-inducing emotions. Hate and rage were the main themes. But through that, streaks of protectiveness, hurt, and a hint of guilt wove their way

[godofcologne]

The crash of the mug against the wall didn't surpise Thomas though it made the camera crew jump. The building hurricane of rage and hate had been enough to warn him. Thomas let the seconds tick by in silence, counting them down until enough time had passed that the burn of righteous fury burned a little less bright against the Hunger.

When he did speak, it was mild and carefully devoid of emotion, more of a warning for the other man instead of actual detachment. 'Be careful of what you say.' "I guess that's why you're really here."

[bad_vlad]

Vlad closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath that didn't help in the slightest. When he opened them again, he turned slowly to look back at his companion. His eyes weren't quite back to normal, and his smile was utterly humorless and bitter. "It wasn't. But that's why they were really trying to keep me out." His gaze was already moving on, to the doorway, and when he spoke again, it was quiet murmur. "Excuse me, Thomas." He strode out without another word.

Vlad needed to calm down. He needed to pace his room until he wore a track in the carpet. He had no idea if or when Alice might seek him out, but if she saw him like this, she'd ask awkward questions.

Also Edward may or may not get punched from keeping that from him. Not that it would hurt the boy. But it would make Vlad feel better.