Smoking Gun by Mel The smoke blew out from his lungs, curling easily with the night air, he watched it float through the air. Bored with the fading tendrils already he lifted the cigarette to his mouth again, taking a long drag, watching the end burn and ash quickly. He fought the chuckle as he pulled it back from his lips, holding the smoke longer in his lungs then he possibly should, before expelling it. "You know I hate it when you smoke!" He looked over to the softly spoken voice and smiled. "When have I ever cared before?" When he came into the dim light he was almost tempted to retract his teasing statement. But he would not be Ash Redfern if he weren't willing to take a chance or two. Especially when it came to the man before him. Not that he could actually be called a man any more, and that really didn't have anything to do with him, just his family. It didn't stop the occasional jab, but Ash was careful never to go to far. Now he looked over his lover with a fine eye. John Quinn may be shorter then him, but what he lost in size he made up for with age. And knowledge, and all that rippling power that made Ash's knees go weak. Not that he'd ever admit it. Black hair fell messily over his forehead, his eyes so deep you could loose yourself in them. Beautifully sculptured cheekbones set a strong, determined face. It was amazing how different they were. Ash was tall and graceful for his seventeen years, with ash blonde hair that looked like starlight in the dark and with eyes as changeable as the sea. He managed to look delicate and fearless all at once. Like a Cheetah. Like the vampire he was. "Don't think I won't show you how to care one day Ash." The voice flowed cold, though his eyes burned. Ash offered him a cheeky grin, lifting an eyebrow, challengingly. The cigarette came up to his lips once again and he took another long drag, delighting in the fact he could piss Quinn off. It'd teach him not to be so calm, cool and collected all the time. His little teasing action had one main flaw. Ash had forgotten just how fast Quinn was when the mood struck. He was in front of him before Ash even had a chance to blink and was flicking the cigarette roughly out of his hand. Ash opened his mouth, to expel the smoke and argue at the treatment when Quinn's lips crashed into his. He sucked the air as well as the smoke from Ash's lungs and into his own, pulling it in through his lips. His teeth nibbled lightly at his bottom lip before pulling back, blowing the smoke straight into Ash's face. Ash growled and caught Quinn's lips in his own, trying to erase the smirk from his mouth. They fought for a moment to take supremacy of the touch, lips duelling. Quinn quickly took control, forcing his lips onto Ash's, almost forcing the taller youth to submit if he didn't, in the end, submit willingly. He slipped his tongue between his open lips and caressing those fangs into complete sharpness. He tasted of the smoke of his cigarette and something that was so completely Ash that Quinn just need to taste more. Like sugar and spice. They had to pull back, taking deep breaths, Ash found Quinn's body pressed into his and his body pushed into the wall behind him. "Don't smoke around me again Ash," Quinn whispered in his ear, "or next time I won't just blow smoke in your face." "All right Quinn," Ash allowed, smiling down at him. "Now where are you taking me?" "Out, now come on, and you can't smoke there." "Maybe I should take up another disgusting habit, like chewing my nails or something." He was still smiling and dropped a kiss to his parted lips, "anything to make you kiss me like that again." "Hmph," the noise didn't sound all that impressed. "You do and I won't kiss you ever again." The whining could be heard streets away. ~fin~