Bite Me
"Darren," Evra cooed slyly, fluttering his eyes innocently, "is that what I think it is?" He pointed at the red spot on my neck, and I blushed, nodding my head furiously. "N-no way!" LartenxDarren

Flashback is in italics.

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It all started with a simple arm wrestle.

Evra and I were playing outside per usual. We had tended to our usual chores of the day, like finding food for the Little People, already, so we just ended up killing the day away by causing a small bit of mischief around the Cirque. That was when Evra had stopped all his childishness and grinned at me, his pearly white teeth prominent, and slid towards me with the smoothness of a snake. I wasn't the least bit surprised of this, though; you see, Evra is a snake-boy, so it was only natural that he would move like that.

As he got closer to me, his grin was getting bigger. Then, he pointed to the table, then back at me, and asked hurriedly but excitedly, "You, me—how 'bout an arm wrestle?"

I laughed. Honestly, I thought he was joking around. He knew as well as anyone that I was a vampire—oh, I forgot to mention that little tidbit—and with being a vampire, I had superhuman abilities that couldn't compare to anyone. That included superhuman strength.

Well… I was only a half-vampire actually, but even then, Evra would still be no match for me, especially in an arm wrestle. So, I just stared at him with a stupid smirk and asked all rhetorically, "Really, Evra, really?"

He nodded his head. "I know you're stronger than me, but hey, I'm bored." There seemed to be something else hidden beneath his words, but I didn't mention my suspicions about it. Instead, I just shrugged at him, nodding my head to indicate his craziness, and made my way slowly to the table.

"If you really insist," I said unsurely, sitting down on one of the creaky, wooden chairs. He sat down on the other side, his eyes mildly showing a sort of maliciously curious tone to it.

"Don't worry. Like I say, I just wanna do this to waste some time. We're gonna be here all day anyway. Not like a simple arm wrestle would ruin anything."

"I might ruin your arm, though." I chuckled softly to show that I was just kidding about it, but then locked eyes with him seriously as to show him that I was being serious in a sense. There was no telling what would come of this, and I was surely not risking getting my best friend injured, lest knowing that I was the one who caused him pain! But, I guess Evra was pretty intent on having an arm wrestle with me, and it wouldn't hurt, like he said, right? As long as I backed off some of my strength, he should be safe from any harm.

"Hey, to make things more interesting, why don't we bet on it? If I win, I get something. If you win, you get something."

I just snickered. "That's practically a win-win situation on my part."

He shrugged. "You never know. So, how 'bout it? The winner can decide the prize after the wrestle."

"Okay, then. Be ready to be my servant for a week, Evra," I said, my chuckles becoming more sinister, but in a friendly sense, if that made any sense. Evra just shot a small smirk at me, as if he was up to something, but like the other time, I didn't pay too much attention about it. Besides, it was probably just me overanalyzing things again.

He slammed his elbow on the table harshly, the bright sunlight reflecting of his shiny green scales. I mirrored his action and locked my hands with him, smiling. "You ready?" I asked.

"On the count of three, Darren."

"Three," I said, loosening the tension in my arm.

"Two," he said, staring at our locked hands with full concentration.

"One!" I finally said as pressure began to tug at my arm, forcing it down to the right. I faked a yawn, making him agitated, and slowly started to force his hand to the left. It was only inevitable that I would win, of course. Even when I wasn't using the full potential of my superhuman strength, it wasn't like he would stand a chance. It was fun teasing him, though. It looked like he was struggling, which made me laugh out loud!

But, then, my hand started to falter when Evra, our hands almost reaching to a victory on my part, blew into my face. I gave him a look of confusion, but only thought of it as his way of distracting me for a split second, to which he could possibly take an advantage of to win. But then, he smiled at me—and, it was a smile that wasn't friendly, either.

"Darren," Evra cooed slyly, fluttering his eyes innocently, "is that what I think it is?" He pointed at the red spot on my neck, and I blushed, nodding my head furiously.

"N-no way!" I took my hand and put it on my neck. Though, I mentally kicked myself once I realized that it was the hand I had used to wrestle Evra with. My eyes widened at once, and I grimaced. "Hey! That's not fair!"

"How is it not fair?" he asked, smiling. "I mean, you retracted on your own will. I suppose that it's your way of saying quits." He shrugged. "Well, what's done is done. Now, really, tell me how you got that." He pointed to his own neck, which indicated back to the red spot on my neck.

I gulped nervously. "And why should I?"

"Because you lost, and as we agreed to earlier, the winner gets to decide their prize after the wrestle."

"But you cheated!"

"Hey, we never said anything about this. It's your own fault for not making the 'rules' clear." He laughed loudly, and then looked back at me, grinning from ear to ear. "Now spit it out."

I spit on the ground, and he groaned. "Do you really wanna know?" I had a warning-kind of forefront with that statement. I obviously didn't want him to know how on earth I got this spot… It was definitely embarrassing, and it would be even more embarrassing if I were to explain it to me best friend! I mean, there should be limits to these kinds of things—sharing secrets, I mean.

"Duh," he said plainly.

I hissed, "You sure?"

"Seriously, Darren, just get on with it!" He looked at me funny. "But first off, is it from Debbie?"

"Wh… what?! Debbie?!" I could've sworn I almost choked at that. "Debbie? No, no, no way! She's my girlfriend… but she wouldn't give me this!" I pointed to the red spot on my neck, then blushed again as I had reminiscence the memory that went along with it. "If you really must know, I got it from… from…"

"From…?"

I sighed deeply. "From… L-aaa-rten…"

"Crepsley?! Mr. Crespley? You're cheating on Debbie for an old fart?" He roared with laughter once he said that, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. Once he finally calmed down—which took a while; I don't see how it was the least bit funny, though, because it was probably one of the most serious matters in my entire life to date—he practically jumped on to my and begged from me to tell the story. "Remember our deal!" he had kept saying, and after a while of nonstop whining, I finally gave in… as reluctant as I was.

And so, I started telling him the story of last night, when me and Mr. Crepsley went out to feed.

My stomach growled softly with hunger. That caused my mentor, Mr. Crepsley, to smile at me, asking me if I was hungry. Of course I was—it was plainly obvious, what, from my growling stomach and my paler than usual face—but instead of saying that to him, I just nodded slowly. He nodded too. If someone had seen us at this time, we could've been mistaken for two telepathics, exchanging messages with our minds, but unfortunately, that kind of power isn't in me. Mr. Crepsley, on the other hand… I'm still suspicious about him, even though he denies it wholly.

Anyway, he gently grabbed my hand into his giant ones and said, "I too am hungry. Let us feed."

I smiled up to him and jumped on his back as he flitted out of the tent—I still can't wait until I learn how to do that!—and then, he stopped once we found a random passerby. We hid behind the tree, and I waited for Mr. Crepsley to knock the man out with his breath (which is… sleeping gas. I know, I know, it's weird, but I think it's really cool at the same time). Then, with his long nails, he sliced a small part of the man's skin and started sucking on it slowly. Once he was done, he motioned for me to take my turn, and so I did—and, man, did it feel good drinking blood again!

A small bit of blood had dribbled from my chin, though. I was still sloppy at this feeding business. And so, I laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head, and Mr. Crepsley just looked at me… with a foreign expression I wasn't used to. Then, when I was just about to clean the blood away, which was still dribbling down my mouth, Mr. Crepsley had launched towards me.

It was so fast and so unexpected, my reaction time proved useless. I thought he was about to kill me for sure, but instead, all I could feel was something soft and wet caressing my mouth. It then slowly moved downwards, onto my neck, where I could feel a little nipping.

I opened my eyes at that and found that Mr. Crepsley had been biting my neck, though not so much as to cause a wound. But, it was surely enough to make me uncomfortable.

I stepped back a little and looked at him as if he had just gone wild drinking vampaneze blood. "Are you… Mr. Crepsley, are you okay?"

He just stared at me, all emotionless, and launched for me again. I gasped loudly and tried to run for my life, but being the half-vampire I was, I was no match for a full vampire. So, he caught up to me with ease and was able to freely pin me to a tree, his hand clamping down on both of my arms, which were resting right above my head. He then started doing the same exact action as he was doing earlier on, starting with my lips again, then trailing slowly to my neck. I moaned out unwillingly.

I felt so weird. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before, but I knew it felt good. It was just… the idea of Mr. Crepsley kissing me was more like a sweet nightmare than anything else. He was supposed to be my mentor and only that. Our relationship has gone to friendship, maybe, but… this… this intimate kind of touching was only acceptable for people who truly loved each other, right? And, by love, I mean… err, guy and girl love—like, the love your mother and father feel for each other.

But, the weirdness of it wasn't all that ran through my mind. I was in bliss; I loved the feeling of his kisses and his small bites. It brought me into a heaven that I would've never imagined in my life. I also thought of myself as crazy for actually liking the touch of a man who was well around two-hundred years old. How twisted was that?

Once he reached just under my neck, I had moaned out pleadingly, my eyes opening to meet his lustful green ones. "Stop, Mr. Crepsley… It's… It's weird."

He only hushed me at that. "Do not fret, Master Darren. This is common vampire ritual."

I knew it wasn't, though. I knew it was him practically raping me, without taking my clothes off! I mean, I should know that much. What did he take me for, a kid?

And okay, I still am considered a kid. But really! I wasn't dumb at all, and he knew it!

I pouted at him and started kicking him aimlessly (why I didn't do that earlier, the world may never know). But he just chuckled at me and started to softly caress the side of my face with his free hand. "You liar," I deadpanned flatly, making him only chuckle a little more.

"I knew you would see through this façade, Darren," he said, his tone more seductive than ever. I gulped. "But that is no matter."

"But why me, Mr. Crepsley? Why…?"

He pondered about it for a minute, but then smirked once he came up with a perfect explanation… not like it was "perfect" anyway, but I guess in his mind it was. "You are… cute, as to say, especially when you make a face of that sort."

I pouted again, but he just laughed again. "Oh, bite me, you old man!"

"Gladly," he said, his lips closing on to my neck. I gulped, regretting my statement, then waited for the horribly sweet lips to land on my aching neck.

Evra was silent for a moment. I guess I would've been silent, too, if he just told me that his mentor practically raped him in the middle of the night! But, that silent didn't last for long; no, knowing Evra, it wouldn't have lasted for more than half a second.

He busted out into laughter at that. "Man, oh man, Darren! You're such a girl… having Mr. Crepsley, of all people, do that to you! Oh, and that part when you said 'bite me' and he literally bit you. Wow, cliché, but funny!"

"Oh, shut up, Evra!" That was my only way at retaliating, but it didn't work. He just kept on laughing and bringing up parts of my story that he enjoyed. He especially brought up that "bite me" remark, which had me almost punching him in the face. But I wouldn't do that to my best friend.

Okay, I might. But, I mean, not right now.

I sighed and quickly slapped my hand back to that red spot. I wasn't even sure what it was called. I surely wasn't going to ask anyone about it, though. Evra would never stop mocking me of this, and Mr. Crepsley… I'm scared to even face him now… But, at the same time, as twisted at it may sound, I really wanted him to do me again.

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I crept into the tent, only to find Mr. Crepsley there, like he was waiting for me. I had tensed up at that moment and was about to run out when he ran right in front of me and looked at me suspiciously. "Have you been avoiding me, Darren?"

"Yes," I admitted, covering my red spot again. "Sorry. It's nothing personal. I just… need my space."

"I believe it is personal, Darren. It is about yesterday's events, yes?"

"Yes," I agreed, feeling my cheeks burning up. The way he just looked at me all intently had a way of making me react like I've never reacted before. I wouldn't be surprised if he was magic with that sort of stare, or if it was a special power only full-fledged vampires were able to have.

He slowly tucked a hand under my chin, and I feared for the worst. I would've screamed, and trust me, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs so badly, but something inside me stopped me from doing so. He smiled. "I am sorry for my past actions, Darren. I could not… help myself, per se. I was hungry."

"But you fed right before you rap—tackled me…?"

"No, what I meant to say is…" He pursed his lips. "I was hungry… for none other than you, Darren."

"Hungry for… me? Isn't vampire blood poison to other vampires?"

I could've sworn Mr. Crepsley made an agitated sort of face at me, but then shrugged it off quickly, as if nothing really weird happened between us. He said nothing more of it, and we continued on with our student-teacher relationship like that entire event never happened. He had told me something peculiar, though, that has haunted my head for a while now. It went something along the lines of, "I suggest you to wear something around your neck to hide that hickey of yours."

What in the world was a hickey?!

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Just a quick one-shot. My first attempt at writing a Darren Shan fic, too. It's pretty fun writing in his POV.

Haha, I figured I wasn't the only one who detected the BL-like undertones in the Darren Shan saga. I'm really glad, too, or I wouldn't have been able to read some of the most awesome LartenxDarren fics out there (which is, by the way, my OTP for DS). :)

Of course, I'm still new to this series, so bear with me. I've only read up to the third book in the series (and the fourth book in the manga), but I'll eventually finish it… once the library finally has the rest of the books again. Gosh, I hate waiting for certain books in a series to be in the library, and my dad is reluctant to buy the series for me for some reason or another. But ah well.