Where has Brendon Urie been all of Ryan's immortal life?

He knows the answer to that. He was growing up. Developing. Too young for Ryan, not that he was aware of Brendon's existence.

But he's an adult now, and he's most certainly willing. Ryan looks down at the sleeping boy, smirking as he recalls the intense sex, the way that Brendon was so easily agreeable, but still had a sense of self, a teasing manner. He listened, but he didn't take the sex so... seriously. Ryan was used to lovers trying to force passion or take the sex to an extreme. He isn't used to teasing and warm caresses.

Swallowing, he pushes the covers up around the sleeping boy, staring down at him. In sleep, he looks angelic. There's no taunting smirk on his face, just delicate features and dark hair on pale skin.

Standing, he dresses slowly, dimming the lights before walking downstairs. He'll let Brendon sleep.

Sighing, he walks down the stairs, hearing the floorboards creak under his weight. Strangely enough, it's comforting. Even though he isn't alive, isn't human, the floorboards still creak under his feet. He's still a presence, something on this earth, even though he will never be like a normal human again.

"So. Who'd you bring home, you animal?" Jon asks, smirking and looking satisfied. "I came home when you were in the middle of... it. The entire goddamn house was shaking." Ryan snorts quietly, shaking his head. "Some human." He says, shrugging. "Think he might stick around for a while."

"Jon?" Ryan calls as they return to the house, swallowing as he senses the heat coming off of Brendon, can hear his shaky breaths. 

There's no answer, and Ryan sighs. "Guess he's not here."

Brendon gives him a mildly curious room, looking around the room with a surveying glance. "You said he's your roommate? Is he like you?"

Ryan smirks, pretending to not understand what Brendon means. "A homosexual? No, he's straight, sorry."

Jon looks interested. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. You wanna play Call Of Duty?"

And so Ryan and Jon waste away their morning playing Black-Ops, exchanging bits of information between each other every so often.

"Dude, I saw Keltie today," Jon says, sinking back into the couch. Huh. Ryan hasn't seen Keltie in ages. Has it been twenty years? Probably more. "Are you sure it was her?"

"I don't forget a face, bro. She had different hair and stuff, but it was definitely her. Damn, I haven't seen her since--"

"Can we talk about something else?" Ryan requests, almost pleadingly, and Jon gives him a sympathetic glance, nodding. Ryan scowls. He hates sympathy, and he hates Keltie. What the fuck is she doing in town, anyway?

"So, what's the deal with the guy you brought home? Usually you don't bring them back..." Jon teases, meeting Ryan's eyes. "Is he special?"

Ryan focuses on the screen, shooting an opponent and watching him fall to the ground. He likes video games. You can turn your mind off for a while, shoot shit, and when it gets to be too much, you can shut the game off or switch to a new one. It isn't real, and perhaps that's what Ryan likes the most about them.

"No, he's not special. They're not ever special." He finally says, reloading his gun. Jon waits, as if expecting more, but Ryan has nothing more to say. He fucked that boy. He didn't make love, and he certainly didn't whisper sweet nothings in his ears. They weren't surrounded by rose petals and it wasn't special, it wasn't.

Although, Ryan thinks, it did feel pretty awesome, and in the moment, Brendon certainly felt special.

But that was purely the heat of the moment. It was just... sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Is he cute? Did he taste good?" Jon asks, and Ryan snorts. "Why, wanna take a gander at him?" He asks, and Jon cackles. "Nah." He says, and Ryan grins at him. At least he can always depend on Jon to stay the same. "This is boring. Let's play something else." He says, and Jon's eyes light up.

"Can we play--" He starts, and Ryan shakes his head before he can finish. Jon rolls his eyes. "Asshole. I don't understand why you won't play Guitar Hero."

"Because it's fucking lame?" He says, standing and walking into the kitchen. "You play guitar. You have time to learn to learn the songs, because, uh, you're fucking dead!" He says, and Jon laughs, tossing his head back. "Well, will you watch South Park with me? I know you like it."

Admittedly, Ryan does, although he doesn't get all of the jokes. After a while, all of the celebrities and the political events sort of blur together. The only thing that always stands out is the music. For Ryan, it has always been crystal clear.

"Sure, I'll watch it." He says, walking over to the couch and settling down,

watching Jon fiddle with the DVDs absentmindedly. After a while, Jon finally figures out the DVD player and the episode starts. Ryan begins to genuinely enjoy himself, laughing loudly and gazing at the TV.

"I didn't know that Vampires watched South Park." A cheerful voice says, and Ryan rips his gaze away from the screen to see Brendon, who looks effortlessly handsome, dressed in sweats and a shirt that looks strangely familiar.

"Is that mine?" He asks slowly, and Brendon looks down, grinning. "Hey, yeah! My clothes were, uh, a bit soiled, so I grabbed some of yours. I hope that's okay." He says, and Ryan shrugs slightly, scooting over. "It's whatever. Wanna watch?"

Brendon nods happily, walking over and curling up. Jon gives Ryan a strange look, and Ryan shrugs slightly, looking away. This is new to Ryan. He doesn't watch South Park with pretty little things like Brendon, doesn't cuddle them, and he most definitely never shares his clothing. And yet here he is.

"Hi, I'm Jon," Jon announces after a few minutes of silently watching Cartman plot an evil scheme, and Brendon waves, laughing awkwardly. "I'm Brendon."

Within minutes they're laughing and talking and imitating the characters on the screen, and Ryan sighs as if he's secretly annoyed, but really, he's glad that they're becoming fast friends.

Now he has an excuse to get Brendon back over here.

***

The ride home that Ryan gives Brendon is awkward, and he glances over at Brendon, who is staring off into space, seemingly thinking about something else.

"I want to do this again." Ryan mumbles unthinkingly, and Brendon focuses on his face slowly, eyes widening. "Yeah?" He asks as Ryan pulls up to his apartment. Goddamn, the traffic is horrible in the city.

"If you're okay with it. The sex was good." He says, and Brendon gets an almost dreamy expression on his face, chuckling. "Yeah, it was. Sure, we can do this again. And again, and again."

Ryan rolls his eyes at how cheesy this kid is, but he can't help but smile. Somehow, he makes corny lines sound charming. "I'll... stop by sometime, okay?"

Brendon snorts. "Or you could text me. What's your number?"

Ryan gives him a pained expression. "I do not... text."

"Uh, okay? Then call me."

Ryan sighs, "I don't have a phone at all. Jon does, but I don't know how to use it." Brendon snorts incredulously. "How is that possible? You were watching South Park earlier and Jon was playing Xbox!"

"Yes, and it took me about a year to figure out how to properly play an Xbox. I haven't gotten around to Cell Phones. There was a house phone, but Jon and I broke it playing indoor football and—" He says, and Brendon stops him, laughing. "Okay. Stop by, then. I work at the little Tropical Smoothie Hut in the Mall, by the Hot Topic. You probably shop there, right?"

Ryan glares, crossing his arms. "No. Hot Topic is for emos. Not Vampires."

Brendon bursts into giggles, shaking his head. "Okay, then. Stop by the Hut. See you, My Dearest, Darlingest Vampire!" He calls, winking and shutting the door. Ryan stands there for a minute, trying to memorize the memory of Brendon's smile, before he turns and walks back to his car. His head is a million miles away and his eyes are on the ground, so he doesn't see the tall, sandy haired woman across the street smile coldly and turn to walk away.