Donovan's Outbursts

Mir was hiding behind the couch, something that Leo would find almost cute if it wasn't for the fact that he knew why the young boy was hiding.  It was one of those days.

"How bad is it?"  he asked gently, kneeling to look the child in the eyes.

Mir simply whimpered in response.  

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."  He sighed.  "I always do."

With a sense of deep purpose Leo stood and faced the stairs.  Up those steps he would encounter horror and possibly trauma, but it was a small price to pay for saving the sanity of the rest of the residents.  Leo didn't mind putting his mind on the line, after all he did have the most brilliant mind of them all anyway.  

After one last look at Mir's cowering frame Leo headed up the stairs and towards Donovan's bedroom.  He could hear the racket from downstairs, and was not at all surprised to find the door open.  He took a deep breath, steadied himself and entered the room.

"It's raining men!  Hallelujah it's raining men!"  Donovan sang, jumping on the bed in nothing but a top hat, his underwear and a pair of fishnet stockings.  It would have been quite a fashion statement if it weren't for the fact that the underwear resembled something closer to granny panties than anything remotely sexy.

"Donovan," Leo said, staring at his brother.

"Leo!  Sing with me Leo!  It's raining men!"

To illustrate his point Donovan twirled around, dancing amidst the imaginary men that were apparently raining upon him.

Leo looked over at Key, who was sitting patiently in an armchair, reading a book and listening to his iPod.  

"I'm used to it," Key said without even looking up.  "I figured you'd come sooner or later."

Leo nodded and turned back towards his brother.

"How is it that you manage to be both the most masculine of us all and yet the damned gayest thing in this house?"

"Talent!  Talent baby!  Where's my feather boa?"

Leo simply stared.

"Don't worry, I hid it," Key assured the distraught zombie.  

Leo was visibly assured as he gave a sigh of relief.  He was about to resort to physical violence when the most brilliant idea came to him.  Why had he not thought of this before?

"Key," he said delicately, ignoring Donovan for the moment and sitting on the arm of the young blond's chair.  "You know, you and Donovan have gotten a lot closer recently, yes?"

"Uh... well yeah..."

"Now I don't know much about that sort of thing, sexual relations and whatnot but I do know Donovan and I think there is something you have failed to realize."

He had Key's attention.

"Donovan is a very basic creature."

Behind him the vampire was now prancing around on the bed singing a horrible rendition of Destiny Child's "Survivor".  Leo didn't even want to know why Donovan knew that song in the first place.

"A very basic creature.  He has very basic needs, one of which only you can provide him."

Slowly Key was catching on, Leo could tell by the blush creeping across his face.

"Yeah?"

"This basic need, the one only you can provide him," Leo said with a smirk.  "You can also deny him.  And that is a very powerful tool indeed."

He patted Key's leg and stood up.

"And with that I will leave you to deal with this problem on your own.  I'm sure you'll think of something."

Miraculously, they never had to deal with one of Donovan's little outbursts again.