Rebel, Rebel

Under the Moon. . .

Under the moon Valentine was singing.

His voice carries like the wind as he dances between parked cars and across the streets of Greenville (or Dullsville, as most of you know) flaunting his gothic garb of shredded jeans and a black, studded denim jacket with his very dejected 'object of affections' trying to ignore the concert his (boyfriend? lover? partner?) friend with benefits is putting on for all the night-walkers of this fine Friday night. The music from Valentine's DJ headphones in blaring at screamo volume: Lady Gaga's Bad Romance by cover band guy named Jay Smith.

"I want your loving and I want your lover's revenge!"

Why did he have to scream that line?

"You and me
Could write a bad ro-mance!
Ooh, ooh, Oh~!
Oh~! Oh~! Oh~! OH!
Caught in a Bad Ro-mance~!"

He continued with a little fury of 'rah rahs' hips waving motions here (a miniature version of 'Cabbage Patching') and Billy buried his face in his hand. Glancing around and smile-nodding at the innocent bystanders subjected to Valentine's one-man street show.

"Oooh, la la~!"

He'd get an earful at school on Monday (Possibly via FaceBook tomorrow since Valentine just jumped on that car. . .Wait, Valentine just jumped on a car that was in motion. . .shit) about how the platinum haired bimbo was as weird as his older siblings. Billy pried Valentine off the hood of a car and smile-waved to the driver (football player stereo type who was now climbing out of his Ferrari to kick their asses) before dragging Valentine down the street, all the while Valentine continued singing his little black heart out.

"I want your horror
I want your de-sign!
'Cause you're a crim-in-al as long as your mine~!
I want your love~!
Love
Love
Love
I want your Love~!"

Valentine danced him into an alley, pulling Billy to lean on top of him, the full length of his body shamelessly pressed to Valentine's because of the unexpected yank he'd given him. Valentine smiled and whisper-sang the lyrics into Billy's ear.

"You want my psycho
My vertical stick
Want you tomorrow when your baby is sick
I want your love."

Oh God, Billy blushed brightly when Valentine thrusted his hips against him and he went reeling back. Valentine twirled the cord of the headphones around his finger seductively.

Valentine advanced, so close the music which he could normally hear was screaming at him. The rock music moving like the pulse of blood. Their mouth met and molded together in a longing sort of way. Billy gripping at the folds of Valentine's jacket and Valentine pawing almost innocently at Billy's abdomen. The vampire's tongue fought its way in to tango with his human's and forced a moan out of Billy, who was now miserably uncomfortable and (since he wasn't going to say the obvious term since being such a prude) lustful at the moment.

Anyone could walk by the alley, or walk in, and see them.

The Nutcase and the Nerd.

Though Billy possessed a sort of love for the danger of being caught every since this. . .affair with Valentine began. He didn't have the heart to stop it. Though this time he didn't have to let Valentine down because:

The song changed.

The kiss broke and Valentine danced, leading Billy out of the alley and back into the people filled sidewalk.

"Did I let you down to get that sound?"

Oh, yes. Billy thought.

"And break my knees to get release?"

Well, I'm certainly not getting mine. Sadly true again.

"And you needed some just to take you from
And I hit you more Is your face still sore?"

Unbeknownst to Valentine he was making the biggest jackass of himself by belting/singing/serenading the words of 'Shake Tramp' by Marianas Trench and making everyone join in his little tirade of Greenville's night-out.

"I'm still a little crazy all the time."

Got that right my little psycho. Billy cooled from the sudden heat and tried to ignore Valentine who was doing the most ridicules dance while walking (even daring to attempt swing dancing with a cheerleader. . .Valent-!. . .Can he have a moment! ?) and turning up the volume for everyone to hear.

"Try a little more
Little more
Little more
They slap you like a bitch
And you take it like a whore!"

He wasn't saving him this time. Nope. Wait. Pepper spray. Damn you Valentine.

Billy jumped, knocking the can out of the girls hand and hauling Valentine away from the girls. All the while apologizing and saying Valentine was wacked up on some drugs and forgot to mention that he didn't even know him, but that just wouldn't make any since because Billy had already said his name. Dammit.

He was taking Valentine home.

"Alright, knock it off." Billy ripped the headphones off of Valentine's head. "No more music."

Valentine stared at him for a moment. His lower lip trembled and his arms reached out for the headphones that Billy held up high (Ha! He was taller by five inches!) over his head.

"But music~!" Valentine cried.

"But nothing!"

"I want my music!"

"And people in Hell want ice water." Billy snagged the iPod from Valentine's back pocket of his (stupid) skinny jeans and Valentine lunged for it. Billy jerked back and the song changed with the movement.

Valentine grinned.

"I got
Passion in my pants
And I ain't afraid to show it
Show it."

Billy stared.

"I'm sexy and I know it!"

So after Billy practically slapped Valentine silly and shut off the iPod and put the silenced headphones around his neck they stared walking back towards the Sterling mansion where Valentine was currently staying. And on the way Valentine learned he didn't need music to sing the words.

And it annoyed Billy all the more.

"Most girls I meet are quite savage."

Pause. Strike a pose. (On the tips of his toes.)

"Always trying to grab up on my package."

Pause. Strike a pose. (Hip thrust.)

"They say I look yummy and they want a taste."

Pause. Strike a pose. (Stuck at his tongue.) And then he edited the song.

"But I'm an immortal not a sandwich."

He jumped in front of Billy with a dead serious face.

"I am not a whore. . . I am not a whore. . . I am not a whore. . . I am not a whore."

Valentine pulled open his jacket and threw his head back.

"But I like to do it!"

Billy flushed a bright red and walked around Valentine, stupidly yelling at him to sing something else and that was a terrible song and whatever. Who the eff sings that anyway! ?

"You sound like a pedophile!"

"Oh, you want peda, darling?" Valentine asked his voice lewd. Straighten his jacket and took in a deep breath and belted out:

"YA!"

Billy jumped nearly a foot in the air. Suddenly regretting walking in front of Valentine now since the boy pinched his sides. Lunging upward Valentine kissed his boyfriend's cheek.

"You're so sweet!"

After a kiss, he was release and then the worst thing happened. Something that warned Billy that the apocalypse had to be ringing at his freakin' doorbell with a box of ruffie chocolates and poison ivy flowers: Valentine stared rapping.

"Excuse me mama, you're sick
Sweeter than a Hershey Kiss
Come be my desert in this
I put my spoon in your dip
OOOH!"

Valentine jumped on his back, arms wrapping around his neck and legs curling around his torso. Billy jarred, blushing red.

"We got one night only
Hope you brought some
Jolly Ranchersfor me
Then he told me
'I don't even know you'
But boy I got a Snickers for you."

"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Billy screamed and Valentine laughed, jumping away and falling back into the grass of a suburban lawn complete with ceramic garden gnomes and an elegant (cheesy) water fountain.

"Oh my God, you should have seen your face! You're all red!" Valentine kicked his legs in the air and Billy started shaking.

"What the hell was that?"

"'Candy from a Stranger' by Britney Spears. Peda enough for you?" Valentine extended his hand to Billy's. Sighing Billy took it, know he had set himself up for it, but Valentine always took things a step (or a whole damn flight) too far. Valentine yanked on his hand and Billy tumbled forward, landing on top of the white-haired boy.

Valentine dodged and braced himself for the impact, but Billy crushed him all the same.

"Your fat."

"Shut up."

Valentine's hands took Billy's shoulders and his legs wrapped around his torso.

"Hey Billy, there's no one out here."

Nothing good could ever come of Valentine saying Billy's nickname. It was always 'William' or 'dragul mu' –a Romania phrase which, according to Google Translator, meant 'my darling'. And the fact that the streets were now dark and empty weren't good either.

Valentine loved these moments to torment his Bambi.

"Not in a public place."

"Aw~! You didn't say anything when we we making out in the alley, dragul mu~!" Valentine chirped, his legs tightening.

"You're a perv."

"So are you."

"You're the one slamming me up against walls."

"You love it, sadist."

"Quiet."

"I'll sing."

". . ."

"Bet you've never tired it
And I'll guarantee you'll like it."

Valentine's hand slipped up the curve of Billy's neck, shuffling through his thoughts.

"And I know you can't resist~
So don't fight it Don't figh-"

"Ugh-!" Billy's mouth crashed onto Valentine's, desperate to shut him up, their teeth clanked and they pulled apart. Running their tongues over their teeth to check for cracks or breaks.

"Smooth." Valentine mumbled, but pulled Billy down by his hair for a kiss.

Valentine took the lead and ran his tongue over Billy's lip, taking in a shallow breath. Their eyes were welded shut, lost in their secret world of darkest and these guilty pleasures. Billy resisted because Valentine loved it. He loved forcing Billy to let him in. And he love Valentine's begging. It was a dance they played, a routine of beginning their make-out sessions, but Valentine wasn't up for the mundane this evening. He wanted it now.

His free hand crept up, palming at the side of Billy's face, digging his thumb into the corner of his mouth and pressing hard enough with the nail to wedge it in and pulled back like it was a horse's bit. Billy's eyes widened and his hips fell onto Valentine's. They both groaned and Valentine licked at the corner of Billy's mouth and to Billy's own tongue. They fell together and Valentine nibbled at Billy's lip teasingly and kissed him harder, his nails racking lengths down the span of Billy's clothed back, but he was confedent enough to press his hand to Billy's bare hip. Nails digging in. Billy hissed and Valentine nuzzled his lips to his, not giving Billy a chance to break the kiss.

Why break such a good connection? Sufficate for it.

Hmm, maybe he was the sadist.

Valentine's lips moved down to the span of Billy's throat, just at the hollow of it were his shirt collar brushed Valentine's chin.

"Valen. . ." Billy breathed huskily.

Suddenly flood lights flicked on.

And a backdoor opened.

Valentine and Billy stared at each other, shocked, for a millisecond. When an old cranky voice shouted: "Hey you kids get off my lawn!"

They could never have a normal night out.

And that was their moment under the moon. . .

My stupid, stupid, stupid prompt list and iPod. . .putting me up to perverted no goods. Eff.

Song 1: Bad Romance covered by Jay Smith (It's amazing, insired this story)

Song 2: Shake Tramp by Marianas Trench (WATCH THE VIDEO for an idea on how Valentine danced.)

Song 3: I'm Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO (I just had to do that)

Song 4: I Am Not a Whore by. . .who does sing that song? (I edited the line with 'immortal')

Song 5: Candy from a Stranger by Britney Spears (They ain't talkin' bout candy~ and I edited the part for a boy)

I own none of the songs or Vampire Kisses because then the plot line would go to hell and all my favorite couples would be together~

NEW STORY: Intrigue (Valentine x Billy)