Ties Stronger Than Blood

Chapter Sixteen

They made their way through the corridors. "We have our room on the far side of this place," Dwayne explained as they walked along. "Furtherest back under ground level."

"It'd take a bucket loader a couple of days to reach it," said Paul cheerfully. "And since this area is considered unsafe for development, we're not likely to see a sunbeam down here till erosion wears down the cliffs."

"You like sunshine, Marko?" asked David casually.

"Not particularly," said Marko. He had a feeling that there was more interest being attached to this question than might be expected, but he answered simply and honestly. "Sunlight is too harsh, most of the time. Bright sunlight can make something look ugly, if there's the least imperfection--and nothing is perfect. Besides, I burn."

"Tans are over rated," said Paul firmly. "Gimme pale and interesting." He goosed Dwayne for emphasis.''

"Pale I can manage," said Marko genially. "I don't know about interesting."

"Don't sell yourself short, kid," said David. "Here we are." He pushed open a door, stepped aside, and bowed, sweeping his arm toward the black, yawning interior. Marko hesitated, and David said, "Oops, forgot. Hang on." He slipped into the darkness, and in a moment points of light bloomed as he lit the candles that were placed about the room. He dripped wax on a dresser and set his own candle into it. "There we go. Any more welcoming now?"

"A lot." Marko stepped in, followed closely by Paul and Dwayne. While the other two boys fixed their own candles, Marko walked around the room, examining details. He swept curtains back from the window, then tapped the glass. "This is the first time I've ever been in an underground room that had a window."

"Unique amenities," said David.

"Like a big ass bed." Paul suddenly grabbed Dwayne around the waist and threw the young man on the bed, tossing him lightly and easily. Then he dived after him. Dwayne bent his legs before Paul landed, and he caught Paul on his shins. He jerked his legs, kicking, and tossed Paul over his head, so that the larger boy, laughing, landed sprawling half on the edge.

David caught Paul's shoulders, keeping him from falling, and pushing him back to a firm position on the bed. "Which is in dire danger of being broken by you two jackasses. It's not a trampoline."

The two boys had scrambled around till they were lying side by side, both giggling. "Yes, dad," said Dwayne. Then he rolled over on top of Paul, straddling him on his hands and knees.

David sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Paul tangled his hands in Dwayne's hair, holding his head still for cheerful, nipping kisses. Dwayne dragged Paul's shirttail out of his jeans, pushing it up to expose his belly and sides, running his hands over the exposed flesh. David looked back at Marko, then tilted his head toward the two, smirking. "Kids."

Marko smiled tentatively, but he could feel his throat tightening a little. He'd been curious about what was going on between the two under the boardwalk. He'd thought about what it would be like to move closer, catch a glimpse. Now it seemed that he was being freely offered what he'd craved in secret. All he had to do was accept.

*They're offering so much. Not just sex--acceptance, family, support, a home. They want me. It's more freedom than I've ever had, but... but there are things about this I don't understand, something having to do with John. They want something, too.* Marko knew that he'd have to think hard--he'd have to weigh what they offered against what he'd have to give up... but not now.

He sat beside David and said softly, "What happens now?"

Paul and Dwayne stopped squirming together, going still. Dwayne lowered himself to cover Paul's longer body, resting his cheek on his lover's chest and watching Marko. Paul watched him, too, stroking Dwayne's back. David said quietly. "Everything. Anything. Nothing. It's all up to you, Marko. We're assuming that you agreed to come into this room, that you came over and sat on this bed, because you want something to happen. Something sweet, and raunchy--and maybe a little scary for you. Now, if we're wrong, that's okay. You just get up and go to the door, and I'll lead you back out to the cliffs and take you back to the motel. There's nothing wrong with needing more time to think."

"I believe," Marko said slowly, starting to unbutton his shirt, "that I've had enough time in my life to think."

"That's right," said David. "Sometimes all you really need to do is feel." He reached out and laid his palm against Marko's cheek. "And maybe listen to a little voice, deep inside. How do you want this?"

Marko closed his eyes, shivering slightly. "I don't know. I just want it."

He felt a hand on his thigh, but it was at the wrong angle to be David. He looked down, then up along the forearm. It was Paul. He was still smiling, but his eyes were more serious. "It's all right, ya know. Yeah, Dwayne and me are special, but you're practically family already." His nails scratched lightly. "You're welcome." Now Dwayne reached out, his hand curving around Marko's hip, fingers massaging. He didn't say anything--he was always the quieter of the two--but his expression said the same thing.

"I'm kind of new to this. Lot's of theory--very little experience."

"Sometimes the best way to learn," Paul grabbed one of Marko's wrists, and Dwayne grabbed the other, "is to just jump in."

They jerked, and Marko found himself on top of a pile of cool, and suddenly very active, bodies. He didn't remain on top long. Fingers were dug into his ribs and armpits till he was shrieking with laughter. Clothes flew. By the time he was allowed to catch his breath, Marko was a little surprised to find that he was almost naked, stripped to his boxers.

He was vaguely surprised that the other boys were still dressed, but when they started touching him, it didn't seem to matter in the least. In fact, there was an added sensual thrill as first fabric, then moist lips and tongues, moved over his exposed flesh.
He closed his eyes, relishing the sensations. He felt his blood speeding through his veins, felt the heat and thickening in his crotch.

Strong hands pinned his shoulders to the mattress, and someone was sniffing at his throat. Marko immediately let his head roll to the side, baring his neck. There was the softness of lips, then two hard dents, pressing to the already bruised mark that he had covered with his collar.

"Paul!" It was David's voice, sharp and commanding, and it pulled Marko part way out of the sensual haze he'd been slipping into. Marko opened his eyes. All he could see was the ceiling, and at the edge of his vision, blond hair. "Paul, buddy--c'mon." David's voice was softer, coaxing, but still firm.

Paul spoke against Marko's skin. "Gimme a second." His voice was rough. Marko could feel him trembling slightly. "Just a second. Wanna get a closer grip on it."

Marko reached up, stroking Paul's arms. "Are you all right?"

"Stop it." Marko's hands fell back limply. "Fuck. I didn't mean it like that, Marko. I said I need to get a little control here, and you make it hard when you touch me like that. Just... just..." Paul turned his head, further away from Marko's line of sight. "Dwayne?"

Dwayne peered at him. "Clear, man."

Paul sat back on his heels, straddling Marko's thighs, then shifted away. He glanced at Marko briefly, then looked at David. "I'm sorry, man. Um, kinda started to get carried away there. He's just so warm."

"It's the blood, right?" said Marko. They all looked at him. "You need the blood to... do stuff."

"Not necessarily immediately before," said David. "But within a few hours. And sometimes it isn't just for sex, Marko."

Paul and Dwayne had tensed. When he was turned, Paul had known only that David was taking him as a brother--almost a part of himself. For Dwayne it had been clearer--a choice. He knew he was going to die the final death unless he let Paul take him, and he embraced his fate without fully understanding it. Marko seemed to have a much clearer understanding of what was going on. They were surprised that David was being so open about it, but it looked like he was handling it well.

Marko was continuing. "I sort of thought so. I don't mind." His hand drifted up and touched the bruise, fingers tracing over the nearly closed punctures that were almost concealed by the darkened skin. "I kind of like it."

David smiled. He reached out and pushed Marko's hand aside, so that he could touch the marks he'd made. "I could tell last night. But you can't just be passing it out so freely, Marko. It's real easy for something like that to get out of hand, and we don't want you sick." He pressed lightly, and Marko winced, biting his bottom lip at the slight, sweet ache. "Or worse." His hand curved over Marko's throat in a caress. "Maybe sometime in the future, but tonight, I'm the only one who drinks from you."

He moved over Marko, taking the position Paul had been in moments before. "Turn your head, little brother," he whispered.

Marko saw a flick of red deep in David's blue eyes. He turned his head to the side, arching his neck invitingly. David bent to him. First he felt a gentle kiss on the bruise. It was as much promise as it was apology. Then David's lips parted. There was no tentative press this time. Marko gasped as he felt the sharp prick of teeth sinking into the same spot that had been pierced before. He could feel the warm slickness of blood briefly against his own skin, then David was sucking strongly. *Feeding,* Marko thought. His hands went up to cradle the back of David's head. He could hear Dwayne and Paul whispering softly. He couldn't make out the words, but the sound was approving.

David took in the life and warmth, feeling it suffuse every part of him. There was a temptation--a strong one--to just keep going, to bring Marko swiftly to the edge. Then he could feed the boy his own blood, and Marko would... go to sleep. He's stay here for the three days of changing, hidden and safe, protected by his new family. Then he'd awaken into a new world, one where he'd never have to deal with that controlling bitch of a grandmother, where he wouldn't be pushed to fill the cookie-cutter form she had picked out for him. It would be so easy...

And perhaps BECAUSE it would be so easy, David stopped. He pulled back, licking the wounds so that they'd heal enough to stop the flow. He lifted his head and stroked Marko's hair. "Marko?" Marko's eyes were closed. His eyelids twitched, but didn't open. David felt a stab of apprehension. He'd been doing this for a long time, but mistakes were still possible. "Marko." Marko opened his eyes. They were dreamy, and unfocused. "Are you all right?"

Marko sighed, then smiled. "Light headed. Feels good."

Paul laughed, and Dwayne nodded, saying, "Yeah, it can kind of be like getting high." He poked at Marko's arm. "We've got some cookies, or something, around here. Remember you need to eat some before we ride you back into town."

"Plenty of time to think about that later," said David. He leaned back and settled both his hands on the front of Marko's boxers, squeezing gently. "You want what we had last night?"

Marko shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes on David's face. "No, I want more."

"More, huh?" David massaged firmly. "You know what you're asking for?"

"Fucking." David went still, and Marko smiled at him. "See? I can say it now."

David chuckled. "So you can." He gave Marko a lingering kiss. "I can make you feel really good, Marko, but it's probably going to hurt at first."

Marko touched his throat. "So did this, and I don't care. I want it." He reached out and gripped David's waist, hands on either side. "I want it with you."

"Good. Paul, Dwayne--clear out."

"No," Marko protested. "I mean, not unless you really want them to go."

"You don't?"

"No. It's kind of like... I dunno. It's like..."

"An audience?" said Paul.

"Cheering section," Dwayne volunteered.

"Support," corrected Marko.

"Then I'm glad we have the king sized bed." David hooked his fingers in Marko's waistband and pulled down. Marko groaned as the elastic slid along his erection. His cock was stiff now, and it pressed up, as if fighting to be free. David stopped when the band was just behind the base of Marko's glans. He wiggled it back and forth teasingly for a moment, knowing that the slide of the smooth cotton would stimulate. He wasn't wrong. Marko's hips gave a small, involuntary jerk, seeking firmer contact.

"I think we'd better move on with this, if you're going to get the full benefit." David skinned Marko's boxers down the rest of the way, tossing them, then wrapped a hand around Marko's exposed hard-on, stroking. "I need your supplies, boys."

Dwayne leaned over and pawed in the drawer of the bedside table, coming up with a tube of lubricant, which he tossed to David. David caught it neatly. As he twisted off the cap, he rose up on his knees, putting some space between himself and Marko's body. "Turn over."

Marko turned onto his belly, bringing his hands up beside his head. He quickly pulled his knees up under him and pushed back, lifting. David looked down to find a naked, perfect ass pressed firmly against his crotch. "Whoa, slow down. I'm not Superman--I can't do it through denim." He put his hand on the small of Marko's back and pressed him down. "Relax. List, you may really, REALLY want to move when we get started, but fight it at first, okay? I mean, pain aside, you can HURT yourself if you try to go too fast on this. There's probably gonna be a little skin split the first time, anyway."

"Don't care..."

"I can see that, but I DO care." There was the tiniest edge to David's voice. "So you just lie down and enjoy this first time, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Marko settled. He tipped a look back over his shoulder at David, and said, "I think I could do just about anything for you."

David put one hand on Marko's ass, rubbing sensually. "I don't ask much. Just give yourself to me, and let me do what I can to make this good for you." Marko pressed and pulled on one side, spreading the cheeks. "This may be a little cold. I'm afraid that it's a little harder for me to warm it up than it is for most."

Cool fingers wiped cool gel down the crease of Marko's ass, rubbing it into the tender skin. "Relax." He pressed the tip of one finger against the now glistening hole. "Don't tense up." He pushed slowly. Marko sucked in a long, slow breath as he felt himself breached for the first time. "Keep breathing, Marko--don't hold it."

Marko bit his lip. It DID hurt a little, but not as much as the few prostate exams he'd had, and that was over ridden by the sense of sheer INTIMACY. It wasn't just a faceless medico doing this, palpitating him to be sure a gland hadn't gone bad--this was David, seeking to give and take pleasure. He fought down the whine that wanted to escape when David pulled out, and pushed in again.

David's voice was low and soothing. "You're doing great, buddy. I'm going to do this a few more times, then we'll see if you're ready for two, okay?" Marko nodded silently, and David continued.

Paul and Dwayne had scooted a little farther back, and Paul had pulled Dwayne into his arms. They reclined, snuggling, and watched as David prepared Marko. Paul whispered. "I can't even remember my first time."

Dwayne whispered back, "That's sad."

"I just know that it wasn't really anything I WANT to remember. Kinda put it out of my mind, I guess."

After a moment Dwayne said quietly, "Me, too. I've decided to count my time with you and David as my first time."

Paul smiled. "Sounds sensible to me."

Marko said, "I'm ready."

"You sure?" said David.

"Yeah. Go on." David pulled out and pressed two close held fingers back in. Marko gritted his teeth, but made no protest. He could feel himself adjusting to the intrusion--it was already becoming more comfortable.

David made it as easy as he could, moving slowly and gently. When he felt the tight ring of muscle stretching, he started giving the probe a twist, expanding it gradually. He hoped that Marko was just about ready, though. The blood he'd taken from the boy had been rich with sex hormones. The foreplay had gotten him so hard that it was almost painful, and he desperately wanted to sink his aching cock into the hot, moist depths he was exploring.

The pain had almost faded, till the friction was more important than the ache. "David? I'm ready." David started to say something, and Marko said, "And PLEASE don't ask me if I'm sure. I'm inexperienced, but I'm not stupid."

The other three laughed, and David said, "No, you're not. And you're sure about what you want. Okay, then." David pulled out and reached for his zipper. "You want me to strip?"

"That'd take too long. Just make sure the damn zipper doesn't catch anything."

Paul barked with laughter, pounding on the mattress. "I love 'im!"

David had his jeans open. "Spread your legs, Marko. When I get between them, get them as wide as you can." Marko opened his legs, and David moved into the space. He moved closer and reached down, positioning himself. "Slow and easy, Marko..." He started to sink in, and groaned, "At least to start. Damn, you're hot."

Marko grabbed at the sheet as David slid into him. The pain was increasing, but he didn't want him to stop. Then David shifted, bracing himself with one hand pressed beside Marko, the other gripping the younger boy's hip. The angle of penetration changed slightly as David continued the thrust.

There was a sudden, intense burst of pleasure that seemed to explode inside in Marko's bowels, then spread through his body. He couldn't stop himself--he bucked, throwing himself back. He cried out as David sank in fully, not stopping till his balls settled just above Marko's own.

"Jesus, Marko, hold on! Be still for a minute." Marko was whining quietly, and David let go of his hip to stroke his back soothingly. "Maybe you'll listen to me next time, huh?"

"As long as there IS a next time," Marko breathed. "Please move. It was feeling better when you moved."

David shook his hand, but he drew back slowly, then pushed back in carefully. When Marko made no more sign of hurt, David continued, setting up a slow, steady rhythm.

Again the pain faded till there was nothing but friction, and a feeling of fullness. Then David pushed just a little harder, and he rubbed over Marko's prostate. Again there was a burst of pleasure, but not as startling as it had been the first time. Marko restrained himself from shoving into the thrust, but he squeezed, and David had to hold back the desire to turn loose and just rut. That could come later, when Marko was more experienced. Now the boy was just this side of virginal--and he still had the frailty of his human nature.

He noticed that Marko hand worked his hands under his body. From the motions, he was masturbating, hard and fast. David let his weight down on Marko. At the same time he released his grip on the boy's hip, instead wrapping his arms around his lover, and rolling to the side.

Marko didn't mind the position change. What he DID mind was that David slipped out in the process, leaving him feeling hollow. "David!" he whined, scrabbling back, trying to pull his lover back.

"Hold still, and I can do this quicker." He pulled Marko's upper leg up and over his legs, moving back into place, and thrust in again, earning a happy sigh. Then David reached over Marko's body, and found the boy's slick erection, beginning to tug briskly. At the same time he continued stroking deep into the boy's tight ass, doing his damnedest to hit the prostate.

Marko was lost in the sensation--strong arms around him, skillful hand on his cock, thick hard-on drilling into him, filling him to completion, making him crazy with pleasure. It was like he'd imagined it would be--and completely different. It was more intense than anything he'd ever imagined, colder and hotter at the same time--and he'd never felt so alive.

Marko's orgasm took him by surprise, bursting over him and out of him. David felt it--felt it in the hot spurt that bathed his hand, felt it in the strong, trembling squeeze of the flesh that surrounded him, heard it in the quiet, gasping cry. He grunted with the sweet, intensity, driving in harder and faster, till he found his own release.

Marko felt the new slickness, and knew. He pushed back deeper into David's embrace, throwing his head back till it rested on David's shoulder. David went still. He let go of Marko's spent cock and just hugged the boy, kissing him. "Little brother, that was a hell of a ride."

Marko smiled at him. His eyes were shining with love, completion, and something very like peace. David thought that he'd never looked more like an angel. Then Marko sweetly said, "Vroom," and they all dissolved into helpless laughter.