Title: Indoor Kitty
Author: Aceetha/Dawn
E-Mail: shyspyke@toowicked.com
Distribution: ShySpyke, list archives. Want it, just ask, I'm easy!!
Disclaimer: I AM NICK!!!!!!!! (is duh good enough for ya? Not real....alrightly!!)
Rating: PG-13 bordering on R
Class: Slashy
Type: Humour
Pairing: Nick/Brian sorta
Summary: Nick woke up all changed after a night with Brian. What's happened, and what is it that Brian didn't tell him the night before.
Notes: This story is totally AU. Nick, Brian and AJ are friends, but there are no BSB. They are regular people. Written from Nick's POV. Just a short little thing I had to get down on paper (or is that on screen??...whatever...)

To be quite honest, I'm not sure how I got here. How I became what I am now. But I'm pretty damn sure it's got something to do with Brian.

See, I don't really remember that much, but what I do remember is pain, being sleepy, and this strange feeling of hunger.

And it's all Brian's fault. I mean, it gotta be. He's the one who insisted on sharing room with me. He's the one who insisted we should kiss. And he's the one who insisted that we should have sex, just this once, just for the heck of it.

Now if I'd have known that this would happen, I might have said no.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't usually go around sleeing with other guys. OK, so I'm kinda gay, possibly bi, haven't decided yet, but that doesn't mean I sleep with the first good looking guy that comes along. If you do, then I think you have me confused with AJ. You know, my kinda weird, tattoo loving friend? I'm sure you remember him now. He's the I-need-sex-all-the-time kinda guy. I just do it when I feel it's right.

Of course, I can't remember having the feeling of this-is-right when I did Brian last night.

Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that he is my best buddy, and supposedly he's straight. Now right now I'm thinking there's probably something he forgot to tell his wife.

Come to think of it, considering what I am now, there are a lot of things he just forgot to tell his wife.

Not that I'm complaining about my current excistence, hell I love it.

It's just that I'd like to have known before hand you know. I like to know when I'm gonna change, not waking up to find that I have.

But hey, we all make mistakes right.

He did tell me he was sorry, and I did tell him it was alright. It's just that it's gonna be very hard to work from now on, since you know, I'm an indoor kitty now, during the day at least. I guess I should call and tell them I'm quitting, but I won't. I'm just gonna go over there later and let them know.

I mean, I can think of a few ways to get the message accross.

Brian's so gonna love that. Apparantly he's wanted to do this for a while now, but he wasn't quite sure if I'd like it or not.

But I like it, I really like it.

Of course, there are a few thing's I kinda hate about it. I mean, hello, it's takes me forever to do my hair now, not to mention that my whole body feels all weird. And how the hell he knows what to wear is beyond me. I just throw on something like I always do, and he keeps telling me to change.

I mean, haven't I changed enough already?

*****

I can still remember it well, when he came to me.

OK, so it was last night, and I ought to remember, but what can I say, I'm blonde. I tend to forget things easy.

This I doubt I'll ever forget though.

I mean, I was sitting in my room, minding my own business, when the door suddenly opened.

Now, it's no strange thing that Brian tends to come to my room alot, I mean, we're best friends, and with his wife doing this move in LA, he's all alone in his house. So, he likes to stay at my place, in the way too small guest room. I can't understand how he likes it there, but he says he does.

Anyways, he came into my room, all smiling.

Then he sat down next to me, and we just talked for a while. Cause, you know, guys actually do know how to have a normal conversation, we just let girls think we don't. That way we can get all the gossip, and still get away with anything,

I don't quite remember where in the conversation we started to talk about my sex life, but suddenly we were, and I found myself telling him that I was gay, which he knew, but what I also said was that I sorta thought he was cute.

This was the time he picked to kiss me.

It was a gentle kiss, which surprised me, cause I always thought of him as the more dominant type, which he really is by the way.

It didn't last very long, because I still had enough sense to tell him no. That was when he started to beg. He talked and talked, and made it sound like it would be the most wonderful thing in the world, which it was, and before I knew it I found myself lying naked underneath him, feeling his cock pulse inside me and he thrusted into me.

And I loved it. I truly did.

I don't think I've ever had it so good as I did that night.

Brian fucked me for hours.

I could say made love, but there are no feelings between us. I might find him cute, but he doesn't really turn me on.

At least he never used to, before this night.

Come to think of it, I haven't really felt anything since last night for him. I guess it was one of those one night things.

Wonder if I'll ever have that again with him?

I know I know. I just said there were no feelings, but that doens't mean I don't wanna feel that good again. He made me come more times than I have ever come in one night before. He made me scream in ecstasy, and he made me yell out his name, something I never ever imagined I'd do, not even in my wildest dreams, and believe me when I say they are wild.

We did it maybe twelve times that night, and yes, I kow that seems impossible, but it's true.

I still don't know how my ass lived thorugh it, but then again, because of my little change, I apparantly heal faster now.

You know, I really really like the change.

What I don't like is how I found out.

I mean, waking up from a great night, walking into the bathroom and seeing THAT in the mirror, not the best way to wake up I can tell you.

Brian entered the bathroom right after me, and explained what I am now, but not how I got to be that way.

I think I hit him when I first found out, but then after a while I sorta got used to it, and now I love the change.

I seem to say that alot.

I mean it.

You know, I really wanna know HOW I came to be this way. Brian knows, but he's not telling.

He can tell me what I am, but not how I came to be this way. It's really strange.

Now, another thing that's strange is these small marks on my neck.

I wish I could see myself in the mirror, then I'd be able to see what it is.

Wait a second.

Marks.

Pain from last night that had nothing to do with him fucking me.

No reflection.

This sudden urge for blood.

The fact that I woke up with blood taste in my mouth.

What Brian told me.

Damn it, why didn't I see it sooner.

The sucker bit me, last night. I though it was all about passion, but it seems he got a little hungry. And he figured I was hungry too, so he gave me some.

Oh great.

You know, Brian really has a lot of secrets from his wife.

In mean, I wonder if she even knows she's married to a vampire.

the end.................