(Wassup? Hehe okay so this book is basically just gonna be off the oneshot I wrote, Almost Sex, No Drugs, and Toss and Turn. People really seemed to like it so now it's a book! You don't have to read this first chapter/prologue because it's just a repost of the one shot <3 )

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The evening breeze was rather chilly, and it made the young male pull his leather jacket closer to his body. His gentle footsteps were able to be heard along the rather empty sidewalk, not many people were out this evening.

He kept his gaze down until he reached his destination, a small restaurant downtown, the place where his date had decided to go.

He stood outside of the restaurant and he leans against the building, waiting where his date had told him to.

His date was someone he had met almost two weeks prior. He was a very tall, blue-eyed, sophisticated man who knew how to put the charm on anyone.

They hit it off very well in the beginning, so they both decided to take it further, hence their date.

As he stands against the building, he gets some looks from a few people who walk into the restaurant, but he just ignores them. He could care less about what people thought about him anyways.

He finds himself checking his watch quite frequently, maybe he canceled since he was nowhere to be found.

He lays his head back and he lets his eyes close, as he just sits and listens to the sound of people talking, the wind rustling the bushes along with the buildings, and the sound of cars speeding down the road.

He finds himself in such a relaxed state, that he jumps whenever he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.

"Hello, darling."

The minute he heard the seductive voice, he knew who it was. He spins on his heel and turns to face the man.

"Hey Dallon," He simply says, as the man peppers his jaw with kisses.

Dallon was a flirt, and he was very seductive with his actions as well, but Brendon could care less. The attention did him well.

The taller nips at his neck a little, and that's when he pushes him away.

"What was that for, Urie? I was quite enjoying that, as were you," Dallon says, and he takes a step away from him.

He only smirks, and he mocks Dallon's pose, his arms moving to cross firmly over his chest.

"We're back to last names now? Well, in that case, Weekes, we have to get inside. We have reservations, in case you've forgotten," his tone is now a bit sassy, and he watches as Dallon's expression changes.

"Don't get that tone with me, Brendon," Dallon says, and he gives him a playful look.

He giggles and scoffs at Dallon's words.

"Seriously, come on. I'm hungry, and I'm tired of standing." He says as he switches his weight to his left foot, rather than his right.

"Aw, the poor baby," Dallon mockingly says as he steps forward and wraps his arm around Brendon's waist again.

He opens the door for him and he leads him inside, smiling whenever Brendon giggles and rolls his eyes at his words.

(Small time skip)

"So why did it take you so long, anyway?" Brendon asks, and he looks up to Dallon whose eyes were on him.

"I parked down the road and walked from there, I don't live as close as you." The taller says, staying it simply.

Brendon hums and nods.

"Why? Were you getting impatient, lovely?" Dallon says with a smirk.

Brendon only rolls his eyes and looks out the window of the restaurant. They had already eaten, and they were now just talking.

The sun had started to set, and Brendon found himself focusing on the sunset, except from his seat, he couldn't really see it. Dallon takes notice of this, and he snaps his fingers to get Brendon's attention.

"Come over here and sit with me, you can see it better."

Brendon slowly gets up and moves over to sit in the booth next to Dallon. The minute he sits, Dallon's hand is on his thigh, but he doesn't really take notice of it.

The colors of the sunset were beautiful, light purples and pinks fading to oranges, which faded to yellow. The colors were melting together, and it fascinated Brendon.

What he didn't notice was Dallon's hand creeping up his thigh, his touch soothing and relaxing. Dallon lets his hand glide over Brendon's crotch teasingly, and he smirks when Brendon's breath hitches.

He moves his hand back to Brendon's thigh and he squeezes it, making Brendon finally look over at him, his cheeks now red because of Dallon's movements.

Dallon leans over, and he places light kisses along his neck, Brendon's head lolling to the side a bit so he has more room.

"Let's get you home, lovely," Dallon seductively says, his voice making chills run down Brendon's spine. He only nods, and he stands up and he gets out of the booth, Dallon quickly following.

Dallon takes Brendon's hand, and he starts leading him out into the chilly evening. He guides Brendon down the sidewalk and to his car, where he opens the passenger door for Brendon before getting in himself.

So far, the car ride was pretty quiet, only the soft sounds of the radio, and Brendon's quiet voice when he had to tell Dallon where to go.

Brendon looks over to Dallon, deciding to get payback for his movements at the restaurant.

He carefully puts his hand on Dallon's thigh, and when Dallon says nothing, he moves it up. Whenever he reaches Dallon's crotch, he slowly begins palming him, acting like he was doing nothing at all.

Dallon lets out a soft growl, and he grips the steering wheel tighter. He attempts to smack Brendon's hand away, but it doesn't work.

Brendon smiles go himself as he realizes the reactions he's getting out of Dallon. He continues palming him, but he slowly unzips Dallon's jeans, and he begins palming him through his boxers.

Dallon's body tenses and he groans a little, his knuckles almost turning white as he grips the wheel. He tries to distract himself by looking at the scenery as he drives, but he ends up failing. He quickly looks over to Brendon who's looking out the window with an innocent expression.

He rolls his eyes and pulls into Brendon's driveway, and he quickly shoves Brendon's hand away before zipping up his pants. He gets out and waits for Brendon to do the same.

Brendon takes his precious time getting out of the car, but when he does get out, he smirks as he sees the obvious tent in Dallon's pants. He takes his keys out of his pocket, and walks to the front door, slowly unlocking it and walking in, leaving the door open as he waits for Dallon to enter as well.

Dallon is quick to follow him, and whenever he walks in, he shuts the door behind him before walking over to Brendon and pulling him to his chest roughly.

Brendon doesn't complain, but he's a bit taken aback as he feels Dallon's lips on his own. Dallon was kissing him roughly, and his hands were trailing Brendon's sides.

Brendon puts his hands against Dallon's chest, and he tugs at his shirt, Dallon only pulling away enough to get rid of it before he goes back to kissing Brendon. Brendon lets his hands go over Dallon's chest before he moves them to be around his neck, his hands now in his hair, and he starts to tug at the brown locks.

Dallon groans into the kiss, and he moves his hands down to Brendon's ass. He was now starting to push him up the stairs, where he presumed Brendon's bedroom was. Brendon lets him do so, and when they make it up the stairs, he gestures quickly to one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway, letting Dallon know it was his bedroom.

Dallon shoves the door open, and he kicks it closed with his foot once they enter. His lips never leave Brendon's, and he carefully bites down on Brendon's bottom lip, causing the younger to moan softly.

Dallon keeps his hands on Brendon's ass, and he pulls him closer so that they were pressed right up against each other.

He pulls away from the kiss and he begins kissing down Brendon's neck, causing the younger to lean his head back and contently sigh. Dallon kisses around Brendon's neck until he hears the boy moan again, and he knows immediately that he found his sweet spot.

He begins almost abusing his sweet spot, sucking, and kissing roughly at the skin. Brendon could only let out moans, but he still tugged at Dallon's hair.

Dallon pulls Brendon's leather jacket off, and he throws it across the room before moving to take off the ravens shirt. Brendon lets him, and he pulls away a little to help Dallon pull it off all the way.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Dallon breathes, as he moves his kisses down Brendon's chest. Every now and then, he'll stop and suck at his tan skin before continuing his kisses.

"So are you," Brendon replies breathily, and Dallon smirks when he hears his breath hitches as he's reached the waistband of Brendon's pants.

He quickly comes back up, and he shoves Brendon onto the bed, pinning his body down as he hovers over him. He leans down and kisses Brendon again, and forcefully pushes his tongue into the raven's mouth.

Brendon obliges, and he opens his mouth a little more. His arms wrap around Dallon's neck again, and he claws at his shoulders, making the taller groan.

Brendon flips them around so that he's now on top, and he straddles Dallon. Dallon's hands immediately go to his hips, and he looks up at him with a lustful gaze.

Brendon carefully begins rolling his hips, and he grinds into Dallon, making them both moan. Dallon claws at his hips and Brendon grinds into him more, biting his lip as he holds back moans.

Dallon lifts him up a bit, and he begins pushing off his pants. Once he successfully gets them off, he pulls Brendon back to him, and he kisses him again. Brendon moans into the kiss, and he starts to push his own pants off, not breaking the kiss at all.

Dallon helps him push his pants off all the way, and once he does, he settles Brendon back down in his lap. He carefully rolls his hips up into Brendon, and Brendon moans again.

Brendon pushes Dallon back so his hands are no longer on him, and he leans up to kiss at Dallon's neck, watching as the taller man closes his eyes.

Brendon continues kissing at Dallon's neck, making sure the man's eyes stay closed as he carefully moves his hand to reach for something under his pillow.

A knife.

When he successfully gets it pulled out, he moves away from Dallon's neck and he just runs his hands up and down his chest to distract him.

He smiles to himself as Dallon's fully distracted, and he grabs the handle of the object, and he places it to Dallon's skin that's a little lower than his shoulder.

Before Dallon can react, Brendon drags the blade across his skin, slowly carving something into the man's skin. Dallon's eyes fly open, and he hisses as the pain slowly starts to hit him.

"The fuck are you doing, Urie?!" He almost yells, and he grabs Brendon's wrist, pushing him onto his back so he's hovering over him.

He looks to his shoulder and he sees the mark the ravens left. Blood is slowly running down his chest, and Dallon growls lowly. The mark itself is a messy triangle with an unfinished line down the middle. He had pushed Brendon away before he could finish.

Brendon tries to fight him, but every time he almost gets himself up, Dallon roughly rouges him back down.

Dallon quickly reaches over to his pants as he's still pinning Brendon down. He grabs his own knife out of the back pocket of his jeans, and he puts it to Brendon's neck, the younger laughing dryly, and swallowing hard.

When Dallon pushes the knife to his neck a bit more, Brendon only smirks and bites his lip, looking up at Dallon with a lustful look.

"Kinky," Brendon simply says, and he smirks at the look on Dallon's face.

While he's distracted, Brendon pushes himself up a bit, and he knees Dallon in the crotch roughly. Dallon groans and falls back a bit, but the knife remains in his hand.

Dallon's free hand has moved to cup himself, and he glares at Brendon, who only gives an innocent look.

"It's a shame I had to do it, I was hoping we could use that," He says, and he quickly jumps up and grabs his knife again. He's panting a bit since he did just have a six-foot-tall man pinning him down.

He quickly moves back over to Dallon, and he places the knife to Dallon's neck as Dallon had done to him. He's still panting, and Dallon seems to notice this.

"Looks like we had the same idea, Urie," Dallon speaks lowly. Brendon only hums and shrugs.

"I guess we did, Weekes. It's quite a shame though, I was quite enjoying what we were just doing," Brendon replies, and he presses the knife into Dallon's neck again.

He's about to speak again, but when he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder, his mouth quickly closes, and he looks to Dallon who's only smirking.

"The fuck did you do?!" He says, as his shoulder starts stinging. Dallon only shrugs, and he shoves Brendon off again.

"The same thing you did to me," He simply says, and he knocks Brendon's knife out of his hand.

Brendon makes a grab for it, but Dallon roughly slaps his hand away. Brendon growls softly and he gets up before Dallon has the chance to pin him down again.

At this point, they're both panting, and both of their knives have blood on them. The mark on Dallon's chest is still bleeding, and the blood is still running down his chest.

Brendon now has a mark on his shoulder that is definitely bleeding. He reaches back and he feels over it, hissing as he feels it. It's two lines, almost like brackets, but they're more pointed in the middle.

When he pulls his hand back, he has blood on his fingers and he looks at them with an amused smirk. Since Dallon is busy looking at his own wound, he leans down and grabs his knife, and he examines the blood on it.

He makes direct eye contact with Dallon as he runs his tongue up the blade, slowly removing the blood from the knife. Dallon gives him a look, and Brendon can't tell if it's pure disgust, or something more like that lustful gaze he had earlier.

"You're sick," Dallon speaks slowly, and Brendon just laughs softly. He steps closer to dallon who grips the handle of the knife tighter, yet he doesn't move away from him.

"You're one to be talking, Dall," Brendon replies, smirking a little.

Dallon suddenly steps forward and he pushes Brendon all the way back until he's being slammed up against the wall. Brendon softly hisses, as the rough texture of the wall makes contact with cuts on his shoulder.

"What's holding me back from killing you right now?" Dallon asks lowly, his voice keeping the same charming tone. He's now holding the knife to Brendon's neck, and Brendon squirms.

Brendon's breath gets caught in his throat as he realizes that he had dropped his knife again, and he looks to dallon with rather wide eyes.

"We could be partners."

Dallon gives him a puzzled look, and he pulls the knife away from his neck a tiny bit. Brendon relaxes and he takes a deep breath.

"Partners? What?" Dallon asks, an he cocks his head to the side.

"We could be partners," Brendon repeats. He looks to Dallon again, and he makes direct eye contact with him.

"We both have the same goals, right? We both tried to kill each other, so surely we could work together. We could accomplish more, Dee."

Dallon fully steps back now, and he holds his knife down at his side.

"I suppose it could work.. but there's one little thing that I have to have confirmed." Dallon says, and he looks at Brendon in the eyes as well.

"Well, what is it? Spit it out, Weekes."

Dallon throws his knife back to Brendon's bed, and he steps forward until him and Brendon are flush against each other. He pins Brendon to the wall, and he leans in and noses at Brendon's neck.

"I want you to be mine."

Brendon gasps a little as Dallon starts kissing at his neck like he was earlier. Brendon hums softly, and he leans his head back against the wall.

The blood from Dallon's mark was now on his chest, and he was surprised that Dallon didn't wince, or make any noises when something touched it.

His mark definitely felt deeper than Dallon's, so that could explain something. He had only used the blade enough to pierce Dallon's skin and leave scars. Dallon had probably done differently.

"What do you say, Urie?" Dallon's asks, after Brendon remains silent for awhile. Brendon hums again, and he opens his eyes and looks to Dallon with a playful expression.

"Deal, Weekes."

Dallon smirks, and he moves his kisses up Brendon's neck up until he's at Brendon's cheek. He then pulls Brendon into a passionate kiss, and Brendon gasps since he wasn't expecting it.

He quickly kisses back, and he moves his hands to Dallon's hair, gently tugging at it.

When they pulls away, they're both breathless and they exchange a love filled look for the first time that night.

"We can be lovers in crime," Brendon giggles softly as he speaks, and he keeps his tone no louder than a whisper.

"You're a dork," Dallon says and he kisses Brendon again.

All of their past plans for one another had been long gone, and they enjoyed the embrace of each other for the rest of the night.

Their murderous plans later increased, but no longer were they aimed at each other.

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(I hope you guys are gonna enjoy this book! A lot of you seemed to enjoy the one shot, so we're gonna see how this goes <3
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