Ties Stronger Than Blood
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Category:
G through L › Lost Boys
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
4,329
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lost Boys, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Twelve
by ScribeChapter Twelve
Marko ran his hands over David's chest, then down to his crotch. "You didn't come."
"I can wait." David smiled. "But if you really want to do something about it..."
Marko was fisting him lightly. "Will this be enough?"
David sat back a little, resting his ass on Marko's thighs, giving him better access. "Whatever you want to give me will be enough, Marko. I don't force sex, not on any level." He put his hands on Marko's forearms, feeling the shift of muscles as the boy's hand moved. "I've seen what that sort of thing can do to a person. It happened to Paul, and it almost happened to Dwayne. It should never happen to anyone." He slid his hands up Marko's arms, smoothing them up to his shoulders. "It doesn't have to be all or nothing. There are so many different levels of pleasure. No one says you have to rocket from the depths or plunge from the heights. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a slow climb."
"I want to make you feel good. I want to give you what you gave me."
"You are," David assured him.
"Tell me what to do."
"Just do whatever you think might feel good." He smiled. "I'll pay attention, and maybe I'll learn a few things to do for you next time."
"Will there be a next time?" Marko's voice was wistful.
"It's up to you," said David quietly, "but I hope so."
Marko stroked David firmly, with increasing speed. He only hesitated when he saw that David's pre-ejaculate was red, as he had been warned. But David had assured him that there was no danger, and he trusted the other boy more than most people he'd known in his life. He reached down and gripped David's scrotum, squeezing and tugging gently. David grunted with pleasure, bracing his hands on the seat, on either side of Marko's head, and he began to thrust into the other boy's grip. Marko muttered, "I wish I could make it slipperier for you."
"Spit."
Marko blinked up at him. "You wouldn't mind?"
David laughed. "Dude, I would so totally love to be in your mouth--is a little spit going to bother me?"
Marko hesitated. "I could..."
David leaned down and kissed him, then said firmly, "There is no pressure. Everything can come in its own time, Marko. I'm not in a hurry. I'm very patient--you'll learn that." There was a shadow in his eyes. "I've had to be. Go on. A little wet would be good." Marko spat in his palm, then resumed masturbating the other boy. "Oh, yeah. Gotta love the slide." Marko shifted a little, scooting up on the seat. "Where ya going?"
"Nowhere," Marko assured him. "I just want some room... a better angle, so I can do this." He bent down.
David threw his head back as he felt the first hot velvet swipe of Marko's tongue across his cock head. "Oh, shit! You're so damn hot, Marko!"
Marko lapped again, then smiled up at David almost shyly. "It's good?"
"It's fucking fantastic!"
Marko pumped David quickly, alternately pressing and rolling his balls with a touch that was firm, but still fell short of being painful. The pleasure was almost maddening. Marko gave long, lavish licks, then fluttered his tongue against the damp, swollen knob, till David was ready to beat his head against the seat back in an effort to keep from just jamming himself as far down the boy's throat as possible. Then Marko drew his glans between his lips and sucked--hard.
David jerked back with a cry, and his semen splattered the other boy's throat and chest, leaving what looked like a trail of garnets on the pale skin. Marko looked up at him, a little disappointed, and said, "You didn't have to do that."
David took a handful of tissues from a box on the opposite seat and used them to clean Marko, then himself. "Yeah, I did."
"I would have swallowed."
David was stuffing the soiled tissues into his jacket pocket. He hugged Marko, pressing the other's head down on his shoulder. "You would have, wouldn't you? Do you have any idea how special you are, Marko?" He pulled back and looked Marko in the eyes. "It wasn't a rejection, okay? Drinking from me--from any of us--that sort of takes things to a different level. You're not ready for that yet."
"I..."
"I know you're willing, but you don't understand everything yet." He smiled softly. "And there's a lot to understand. I've been the way I am for a long, long time, and sometimes I feel like I'm just groping in the dark." He stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and zipped up.
"You want to go in the back and lay down for awhile?"
"I have to go."
"Oh."
David heard the forlorn tone, and sat down beside him, embracing him again. "I want to stay. Shit, Marko, there's nothing I want to do more than just lay down beside you and hold you--feel you breathe, listen to your heartbeat, just feel how ALIVE you are. But I have to go now. If I was to lay with you, I'd want to do more. I could easily just get lost in the moment, and that isn't safe for me. I have to be back at my place well before sunrise."
"Why? I don't believe anyone is really looking for you. You're too open out on the boardwalk."
"It's complicated."
"David, maybe I haven't been able to make myself believe all the things I've read in the Bible--I don't understand it all--but I'm pretty damn smart, if I do say so myself." David chuckled. "Tell me. Maybe I'll understand. If I don't, maybe you can explain it to me."
David studied him, then said, "The simple version is that me and the boys have a condition that makes us very, very sensitive to sunlight. It can be actually harmful to us. It could kill us."
Marko frowned. "I've heard of that. I've seen stories in the tabloids about children who can't ever go out in the daytime. Even mild sunlight can give them blisters, or even blind them."
"It's something like that, but stronger. I want to stay with you, but I can't."
"I understand."
"We'll figure out a way for us to really spend some time together, I promise."
Marko stood, closing his pants, and followed David to the front of the bus. David unlocked the door and started down the steps. Marko said, "Could... could you come to the show tomorrow evening? It's going to start not long before sunset, so you ought to be able to see about half of it. It's going to be outside at the boardwalk, so you won't have to worry about paying to see it."
David cocked his head. "No? How do you folks make any money?"
"The church group who booked us pays some, but it's more or less a token payment. The money comes from selling CDs and tapes, T-shirts..."
David grinned. "You have your own T-shirt?"
Marko returned his smile. "No. Not yet, anyway." The smile faded a little. "Ruth is planning on moving me up into evangelism in a year or so. Apparently there are two popular types--old and seasoned, and young and passionate. That's one reason why she's pressing me so hard to memorize the entire Bible. It'll be a great selling point." David was shaking his head. "At least she doesn't have me charging for signing programs and CDs. Oh, and we take up a love offering at each show."
David laughed. "A love offering? You pass a plate?"
"Pretty much."
"Hell, I'd be shocked if it ever came back with ANYTHING in it. Not that you aren't worth it--I'm sure you are, but I can just see people snagging handfuls of bills when it comes by."
Marko smiled angelically. "So can the big ass ushers who bring the plates around. You'd be surprised how honest most people become when there's some guy over six feet tall watching them with the gleam of fanaticism in their eyes."
"I can see that. Well," David was standing on the second step down, facing Marko. "I got your love offering--right here." He grabbed his hips and leaned forward, nipping sharply at his flat belly. Then he kissed the slight sting, his tongue darting briefly into the cup of Marko's navel. Stepping down, he winked at the boy. "Tomorrow night." He headed toward the side of the motel, boot heels ringing on the pavement.
Marko watched him disappear around the building's corner. A moment later there was the growl of a powerful engine, and the bike pulled out, hit the street, turned, and rode slowly away. Marko watched till the tail lights disappeared, then shut the bus door and slowly wandered to the back of the bus.
This time he stripped completely before lieing down, crossing his arms behind his head. He felt wonderful--relaxed, lazy, and somehow--complete. *It's too soon,* he thought. *I just met him. He's experienced. It's probably just sex to him. Why would he want anything more from me?*
The moment that thought crossed his mind, he sat bolt upright, expression hardening. *Son of a bitch--that's exactly what Ruth would say.* That single thought, if nothing else, made him sure that David didn't see him as someone to simply use, then discard. No, this might be sudden, but David cared about him--and he cared about David. The only question was, how deep did it run, and how long would it last? He knew the answers to those questions, if Mother Ruth had anything to say about it. "She won't." He was a little surprised to realize that he'd spoken aloud, but actually saying it made it more real to him.
Marko relaxed again, and began to go over every moment he's spent with David, enjoying the mental recreation. But after a moment, he found himself frowing slightly. *No, it's silly.*
A few moments later he got up and, naked, walked the few steps back into the front section of the bus. He rummaged in the bag from the comic book store and came up with VAMPIRES. He returned to the little room and lay down, fishing under the pillow. He found the flashlight he kept there, propped himself comfortably against the back wall, switched on the flash, flipped open the comic book, and began to carefully re-read it.
Paul and Dwayne were lounging in the lobby of the sunken hotel when David returned. They were cuddled together on a sofa in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames. Dwayne's head was in Paul's lap, and the blond vampire was running his fingers gently through the other's long, dark hair. They both looked up as David entered. He silently came and dropped into a chair near them, sprawling with lazy grace. All three boys regarded each other silently for a few moments, then David smiled at them slowly.
Paul laughed. "Dog."
David shrugged. Dwayne sat up, watching him with interest. "He's nice, isn't he?"
"Yeah," David agreed. "He's just so... so..." He gestured almost helplessly. "Just so much himself. He's innocent, but at the same time he's so hot. And generous? Damn. He wanted to do everything for me. That kid is so full of warmth and affection that he's about to burst wide open, and that fucking bitch he lives with has just been shoving it down as hard as she can." He shook his head. "She's killing him inside."
"But he's getting away," said Paul. "He's said so, right?"
"He wants to. He means to, but..." David scratched his chin. "If he can't take his grandfather, and maybe his grandfather's friend with him... I don't know if he'll go. I get the impression that John might have escaped a long time ago if not for Marko. He knew he'd never be allowed to keep him on his own, and he wouldn't have been able to just go underground and disappear." David smiled, and there was a glint of fang evident. "Honest people, God bless 'em. They make it hard on themselves."
Dwayne sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Shit. She's about to trap another generation. Something's gotta be done."
"It wouldn't be easy," said Paul. David looked at him in surprise. Paul was always the reckless one, the one who would rush ahead blindly without thinking things out. If he was leaning toward caution, it said something about the situation. "I mean," Paul continued. "It wouldn't be like our usual meat. The bitch is at least semi-well known. She'd be missed." He nuzzled Dwayne's ear. "And, unlike Jake the Snake, babe, somebody might actually give a fuck if she disappeared."
"Nothing has to be decided right now," said David. "They're going to be here at least through Wednesday, since that's when they give their last performance. There's time to consider."
"And consult Max?" asked Dwayne.
David's expression grew distant. "Not necessarily."
"Good," said Paul firmly.
David smiled. "We've been invited to tomorrow night's performance."
Paul gaped, and Dwayne said, "David--a gospel sing?"
David shrugged. "Sticks and stones may break our bones... or to be more precise, garlic may choke and holy water burn... but the word won't do anything to us."
"Some of those people will almost have to be wearing crosses," protested Paul.
"So don't try to eat them, and you should be all right. Seeing them may make us uncomfortable, but they're not going to do us any damage unless we actually touch them. Don't snatch any chains, and if they seem to be getting huggy--and that does happen at some of these things if they really get going--just step away. Look, I won't ask you guys to come if it really bothers you that much, but I'm going. I promised Marko." He arched an eyebrow. "Of course, I'm not saying that I won't call you pussies if you don't go."
The other two stared at David, then fell against each other, laughing and meowing. Paul even managed a rough version of a purr, and rubbed against Dwayne like a tomcat seeking attention. Then the rubbing turned into something more, as he pushed the other boy down on the couch and crawled over him. "I said pussies," David said, amused. "So why are you humping him like a dog?"
Dwayne heaved Paul off, dumping him on the floor. The bigger boy just crossed his arms under his head comfortably and said, "Why wouldn't I hump him? Okay, David--I'll go."
"Me, too," said Dwayne. "I'm really interested in hearing him. He must be pretty good if he's been more or less supporting himself by singing."
"I think he will be," said David. "He looks like an angel--it's hard for me to imagine he won't sound like one, too." He stood up. "Bed time, brothers. I want to be good and rested for tonight."