Vamps Behaving Badly

Smut in this chapter! Yay! Twosomes, threesomes, fivesomes, boys with boys, boys with girls, it's all good! ;)


Pairings – Star/everyone, Marko/Star, Laddie/everyone, Laddie/Star


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Star left the hotel. It wasn’t dark outside; rather the clouded skies were a light bluish-grey, in that quiet moment leading up towards dawn. There was a chill in the air. Looking up and down the stretch of pebbled beach, she could see Marko up one end, skipping rocks and Paul was down the other, perched on a weathered boulder like Rodin’s famous “The Thinker” statue. She decided to talk to Marko first.
He sensed her coming over to him but didn’t face her, just kept skimming the flat rocks across the murky surface of the ocean. She could hear his pulse picking up speed from metres away, the thud of his heart, the pulse of blood through his veins.
Her presence never had that affect on David. Reaching his side, she touched his arm.

“Marko?”

“What?” He sounded dejected.

“Are you all right?”

A flash of fury went through his face. “Fuck, Dwayne’s a prick. Why’s he gotta say stuff like that? Why did he have to say that in front of YOU? Sometimes he really shits me off.”

“He’s tactless, I know. I’m sorry he did that to you,” Star said compassionately. “But if you think you’re pissed, you should’ve seen Laddie and Paul before.”

She was shaking her head in remembrance. Marko looked across the opposite side of the shore at the blond surfer brooding there.

“Yeah, I saw Paul go flying up the other end of the beach like a bat out of hell. What happened? What’d I miss?”

“They almost got into a brawl. Again. Laddie was in fang and everything. They were just about to kill each other. Then Laddie started crying and Dwayne told Paul to get out. It was very dramatic.”

“Christ, it’s like The undead Young and the Restless around here,” Marko kidded. Star smiled at Marko’s joke.

“Just about.” She glanced at the horizon and the pinkness appearing there, right where the sun was going to break. “You gonna come back inside? It’s getting precariously bright out here.”

Marko met Star’s uptilted eyes, his face seeming sad. His diamond earring twinkled in the faint morning light.

“Star, do you think I’m attractive?”

His unprecedented question almost threw her off-balance. “Of course - you’re gorgeous,” she reinstated. “Didn’t I tell you that before?”

“Yeah, but...I mean, well, I’ve seen the way you look at Paul. And Dwayne. Even Laddie. But I’ve never seen you look at me like that.”

She frowned, about to tell him otherwise but he got in before her.

“What’s wrong with me? Why did Maria leave me? Is there something you’re not telling me? Am I too short, too ugly, what?” He sighed in vexation and hurled another stone. “You have David, Paul has Dwayne and Laddie, well, I guess he has Dwayne too. I don’t have anybody. Nobody here even wants to touch me.”

At that moment, Marko seemed like he was made of porcelain. Star knew if she treated him the wrong way or said the wrong thing, he would crack irreparably. Her chest constricted at his fragile splendour. She was finding absolutely everyone alluring that night. All of the boys were aesthetically pleasing, she knew that, but that night she was finding them unbelievably beautiful. She raised her slim be-ringed fingers to his eternally youthful face and stroked his full lower lip.

“I do,” she told him huskily. “I am.”

He grabbed her wrist and breathed, “Touch me here.” He placed her hand upon the front of his jeans. She felt him grow hard under her palm but didn’t take her hand away. The man-cherub gazed at the willowy girl with acute yearning in his huge brown eyes.

“Please Star,” he whispered to her. “I really need this.”

The cinnamon-eyed female gulped at the swift wave of heat that passed through her body at his words. Dwayne was so right. She WOULD fuck Marko. Right here on the beach if there wasn’t a looming danger of them both becoming charred skeletons in a few minutes.

“I have looked at you like that, Marko,” she confessed. “I just didn’t let you see because I didn’t want David to know. As for you being too short or ugly - Jesus no. You look like an angel. Maria must have been blind to let you go.”

Without hesitating, she slid her other hand into his corn-coloured curls and drew his head toward her so she could kiss him on his delectably rosy mouth. She moulded her hand around his sizeable hardness through the faded material of his jeans, wanting to make him believe that she didn’t find the smaller stature of his body repugnant. And she didn’t. After all, good things came in small packages. Like what was straining in her hand. She had to prove to him that she desired him or damage him permanently. He moaned in his throat, closing his eyes, and slipped his palms around her waspish waist. At the point where her top met her suede pants was a strip of alabaster skin and Marko’s fingertips traced the silkiness of it. Star let him probe past her lips with his questing tongue. The inside of her mouth was like honey, sugary and delicious. He let her feel the gut-gnawing severity of his need, need which had been simmering for many months, gaining in potency the way that Scotch ages in oak barrels. David hadn't kissed Star like that for far too long, as if he wanted her more than anything on this earth and would die if he couldn't have her.

All thoughts of David disappeared as Marko pressed closer, his heat almost scorching Star with the intensity. It was a total misconception that vampires were as cold as a corpse. That only happened if they had been unable to feed for days or suffered massive blood loss. True, their usual body temperatures were lower than an average human’s but after they had fed, they were just as warm as anyone else, if not warmer. He was positively burning under her hand and in her mouth. She returned his kiss, twining her tongue with his, his hair sliding through her fingers, the coiled thatch of gold strands as soft and slinky as it looked. The aroma of his blood and the heated scent of his body doped her senses even further than the pill had. It was also a total misconception that vampires smelled bad. If there were flies and a rotten stench in the cave it was because a pigeon had died, not because the boys reeked. Vampires did not stink. The unwashed ones maybe but not her boys, who spent every second night splashing about in the ocean, and definitely not Marko. He smelled good. And he tasted good too. It was like the sea he bathed in had become part of him, the salt and the water, clean and refreshing yet not disguising the pure hot-blooded maleness of him. Kissing Marko was thoroughly addictive. Mindful of the approaching dawn, Star forced herself to pull away, leaving him looking bereft.

“I want you, Marko. I will let you make love to me,” she promised in a hushed tone, kissing his temple. “But I gotta go talk to Paul first and get him back in the hotel before he gets incinerated. Go inside and wait for me, Okay?”

Nodding, Marko backed away and headed towards the entrance of the cave. Feeling immeasurably thrilled that Star kissed him, he impulsively jogged back to her to crush her petite body to his and press a spontaneous kiss upon her red lips. She giggled and told him to go and he grinned and ran back, lifting off the sand and flying through the entrance to the underground cavern, emerging on the other side and dropping to the floor. When Marko waltzed back into Star’s bedroom to wait for her, he was stunned to see Dwayne making out with Laddie on the mattress, their eyes closed and hands mauling each other, grabbing shoulders and waists and clutching fistfuls of clothing, pulling closer together. There was definitely going to be shagging going on that morning. Seeing as there was only bedroom in the whole caved-in hotel, Marko supposed he’d have to make it with Star right next to Dwayne and Laddie. But that was cool. They were all buds. Marko was so elated that he was going to have Star that he couldn’t care less who saw him. Everyone appeared to be in a randy mood. With the assistance of the Fantasia, Marko would not be surprised if it all ended up in a group grope, an orgy. Hell, Marko would even make out with Dwayne without thinking twice about it. If it wasn’t for him, if Dwayne hadn’t brought Marko’s hidden yearning out in the open, Star probably wouldn’t have even touched him. But she had. And she kissed him. Not only that, she was going to let Marko fuck her! He owed Dwayne big-time for that. Maybe Dwayne wasn’t such a prick, after all. Maybe there was rationale behind the guy’s tattling mouth. Maybe Dwayne wasn’t being an ass; maybe he was simply playing matchmaker in the most tactless way he could. It worked, though. Star wanted Marko. The Native American had matched up himself too, it seemed. He was all over Laddie like an octopus. And Laddie wasn’t complaining. The couple broke apart and turned to Marko, Laddie wiping his mouth guiltily with the back of his hand. Dwayne didn’t even appear bothered that he’d been caught in the act and nobody had dared him this time.

“You guys don’t mind sharing the bed with me and Star, do you?” Marko bragged.

Dwayne lifted his tar-black eyebrows in an unvoiced query.

“Oh yes,” the curly-haired blond continued merrily, “she KISSED me. Guess who’s getting lucky today?” He grinned from ear to ear.

“All right, Markster!” Dwayne congratulated him, holding up his palm so Marko could high-five him. The slap echoed in the dank chamber like a whip crack.

“Where IS Star?” Laddie questioned.

“She’s talking to Paul. Trying to bring him back inside. Which is something you should be doing, Dwayne,” Marko rebuked. “As much as I know you despise this word, he’s your boyfriend, all right? For Chrissakes, tell him he hasn’t lost you. Tell him you still want him. You DO still want him, don’t you? Or is it over?”

At Marko’s probing, Dwayne dropped his eyes, feeling horrible for leaving his man outside to brood while he was busy swapping spit with Laddie. If he had his way, he’d be making out with BOTH Paul and Laddie but Paul was the one who was holding back. With good reason. Dwayne had never assured Paul that the way he felt about Laddie didn’t affect the way he felt about Paul. It’s little wonder the long-legged blond was feeling unwanted and superfluous.

“Aw, you’re right,” Dwayne conceded glumly. “I’ll go talk to him. Wait here, Laddie.”

“No probs,” Laddie chirped as Dwayne got to his feet. “Got any gum, Marko?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Marko pronounced, reaching in his pocket. “While we wait, we better put another CD on.”

“More Metallica!” Laddie yelled, making the rock-on symbol with his hand. “Yeah!”

Meanwhile, Star had braved the rage of Paul and attempted to speak to him. He wasn’t blood-boilingly livid, like she’d expected. He just seemed resigned.

“Have you come to lecture me?” he asked dully, not taking his eyes away from the waves breaking on the shore.

“Nope, no lecturing. I still love ya,” Star replied, leaning down and kissing the top of his blond head, which was level with her chest since he was sitting down on a low boulder. He closed his eyes for a moment at the show of affection.

“I just want you to come back inside. I don’t want crispy fried Paul on the menu.”

“But I made Laddie cry. He just wanted me to like him and I wished him dead. Aren’t I just the biggest asshole on the planet?” He sounded quite disgusted with himself.

“You probably shouldn’t have said that but I know this has been hard for you,” Star said empathically. “I know you don’t really hate Laddie. Yet, how can you like him when he’s your arch-nemeses, right?”

“Exactly,” Paul muttered, toying with the silver ring in his left ear. One of the reasons he changed his earring, and the other boys too, was that those long fucking ones kept getting hooked up in their hair every time they flew anywhere. It still happened to Star so she’d taken to wearing her hair in a plait to avoid the entanglements.

“He’s not a bad kid,” Paul begrudgingly admitted. “I just wish Dwayne wasn’t so taken with him.”

“Yeah, I’m taken with him,” Dwayne announced, materialising beside him. “But can you come back inside so we can discuss this like men? My skin’s starting to itch.” He aimed a wary glimpse at the horizon and the rays of light beginning to inch over it. He involuntarily narrowed his eyes.

Paul didn’t glance at his dark lover, sure that this was the moment he’d been dreading. Dwayne was going to break up with him. He could smell Laddie all over Dwayne like some cheap cologne. His taste would no doubt be in Dwayne’s mouth too.

“I was thinking I might just stay here and watch the sun come up. It’s not like I’m needed anymore,” Paul uttered depressingly. Dwayne sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face in a gesture of weariness.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me say this, aren’t you? Fine. I’ll say it, if it’ll make you understand where we’re at. But I’m only saying this once so listen up. I fucking love you, Paul. Alrighty?”

Paul jerked his head up and gazed at Dwayne with his mouth ajar. Dwayne had never told him that before. Had never even hinted it.

“You...really?”

“You got ears. I’m not telling you again.”

Star respectfully stepped aside, leaving Dwayne to sweet-talk his partner.

“Okay. But what about Laddie?” Paul asked him, sounding wounded. “Do you love him?”

Dwayne squatted beside Paul and laid his hand on the blonde’s forearm. “Yeah, but it’s not the same. Can’t you understand that there are different levels of love? You got one piece of my heart, the biggest piece, and Laddie has another. Dammit, look what you’ve reduced me to. I sound like a fucking chick,” Dwayne lamented. He was glad that only Star could hear him gushing like that. He placed his palm over Paul’s breastbone.

“Your heart is big enough to let the kid in too. I know it. If you can’t accept him into your life, our life, then you’re gonna lose me,” Dwayne stressed. “I don’t want that to happen. So what if I sleep with Laddie? It’s not going to change how I feel about you. I was taken with you first. You’ll always be my man. Can you be generous enough to share me with Laddie? Is it that difficult for you to just accept him as one of us? Just think, no more bickering, no more fighting. It’ll be a lot more peaceful. Paul, all Laddie wants is your acceptance. That’s all he’s ever wanted. He just wants you to love him.”

“I know,” Paul replied quietly, feeling guilt spear him like a hot knife.

“Then please apologise to the kid,” Dwayne pleaded. “You hurt him real bad.”

The image of Laddie’s crumpled, tear-tracked face just twisted that knife deeper into Paul’s gut. He squeezed his eyelids shut in pain. “God, I know. Okay. I will.”

“Thank you. Now, let’s get the fuck back inside,” Dwayne said urgently, wrenching Paul to his feet. “I’m definitely feeling warmth now.”

“Hurry!” Star called, seeing an orange sliver carve into the sky, scorching the retinas of her nocturnal eyes. She was squinting. “It’s coming up!”

With Paul’s hand in his, Dwayne dashed past Star and grasped her fingers, dragging all three of them all into the air and rushing back through the opening of the tunnel leading into the subterranean cavern, feeling rays of lethal heat chase them all the way. They were immensely relieved once they were safely standing back inside the dimness of the catacomb they dubbed their home. The pigeons knew it was dawn too and they tutted and flapped their wings, doing the bird equivalent of yawning and stretching. Soon, they would file outside, flying out in a grey and white feathered line and go foraging for food and scraps, leaving the immortals below to their games. Laddie came scampering over to the three who narrowly escaped death and Marko followed.

“Cutting it a bit fine, weren’t you?” Marko remarked at their late entrance. “Any longer and you would have been toast.”

“Well, damn,” Paul commented, sounding astounded. He was inspecting the flesh of his right bicep. “Check this out! I got a blister!”

“Well, that’s what you get for trying to commit suicide by sitting outside in a tank top at dawn,” Dwayne jibed him. He slid his hand around the back of Paul’s neck and kissed him, hard. Against the blonde’s lips, he warned, “Don’t do that again.”

Chastised, Paul mumbled, “I won’t.”

“Lemme see,” Laddie ordered, taking Paul’s arm. Paul stood there ill at ease and let him examine the fluid-filled sun-blister.

“Whoa, that’s gross! Did it hurt? Are you gonna prick it?”

“Um...“

Now that he didn’t loathe Laddie anymore, Paul didn’t know how to act around the kid. Before it was easy. Snap, snarl, growl. Push him back, keep him out, put him down. With all the negative emotions he’d been used to drawing upon erased by Dwayne’s assurance, in their place he was left feeling unsure of how to behave. How did he go from hating someone to being kind them in the space of a few minutes? How was he supposed to make that transition?

Star, noticing his awkwardness, nudged Paul out of his reverie. She hinted, “Paul has something he wants to say. Don’t you, Paul?”

Paul cleared his throat. “Uh, Laddie? Listen, I’m sorry for what I said before.” He lowered his gaze. “It was cruel and callous and I don’t think you are...Well, anyway, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean it. Any of it.”

Laddie smiled forgivingly. “It’s all right, dude. I’m sorry too. You’re right - I don’t know when to shut the fuck up. So, I’ll try to zip it from now on, ‘kay?”

“That would be nice.” Paul smiled graciously back at him. Star poked him with her elbow again and he stepped forward to clumsily hug Laddie who threw his arms joyously around Paul’s tall frame. Laddie was not that much shorter than him; the crown of his head was only mere inches below Paul’s.

“I love you, man,” Laddie bubbled emotionally, his chin on Paul’s bare shoulder. “I really do, you know that? I fuckin’ love you.”

Star bit her lip, trying not to cry at the touching scene. As Paul held Laddie, all the walls he’d built around his person to keep Laddie out just disintegrated like wet paper. “Aw, Laddie. I’m so sorry, buddy,” he said repentantly. “I’ve been such a heartless bastard to you all these years but I don’t hate you. I never did. I was just afraid you wanted to take Dwayne from me.”

“I don’t, really I don’t,” Laddie clarified, stepping back so Paul could see his eyes radiating with honesty. “I just want all of you to love me. I want YOU to love me too.”

“I do love you, Laddie,” Paul disclosed timidly, grasping his shoulder. “You’re part of the pack. You’re my little bro.”

Laddie wanted to believe that so much but he needed more convincing.

“Show him, Paul,” Star blurted out without thinking. “Show him you love him.”

Paul glanced to her and saw what she wanted him to do. Through the haze of his intoxicated reasoning, it seemed like the right thing to do, the most rational. Words were just words but actions spoke louder. He gazed down at Laddie with his slate eyes, waiting for resistance but the smaller boy just met his enquiring stare, his Cupid’s bow lips slightly parted. Paul brought his mouth down on Laddie’s and kissed him, once, gently, cupping his face. Then he checked Laddie’s reaction. Seeing no revulsion or reproach whatsoever, he pressed his lips to Laddie’s mouth again, this time harder and more insistently, hugging him close. The teenager tasted of peppermint from the discarded chewing gum Marko gave him. Laddie closed his eyes and seemed to soften in the older vampire’s embrace, letting Paul make up for all the times he’d insulted him and hurt him, for the broken nose and the nails in his neck earlier.

“It’s about fuckin’ time,” Dwayne reckoned, witness to Paul and Laddie not trying to piss each other off for once. He joined the two new friends, curling an arm around each, taking turns to kiss them fondly, his man and his boy. Star thought it was wonderful, everyone loving everybody. She was totally feeling the love in the cave. Marko came up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist and started nibbling on her neck. She made a sighing sound and leant back on him as they both watched the three young males kiss. Star was in heaven, or as close to heaven as she, an abomination of nature, was ever going to get. Marko distracted her from the show when he snuck his hand inside her shirt and fondled her nipple, teasing it to a pebble.

“Mmmm, that’s nice Marko,” she murmured in drugged pleasure.

“I aim to please, babe,” Marko replied, still nibbling. She could feel his erection pressing against her back as his teeth grazed her throat, sending skitters up and down her vertebrae. He spun her around, lifted her shirt up over her head and she was standing there topless in front of him, not ashamed at all. His eyes caressed her and he smiled slowly, seductively. While he was surveying the hotness of her, she was surveying him as well. Marko’s beauty was the stuff Michelangelo captured back in his day. His mop of curly hair was like threads of gold and the bones of his face were fine and delicate, his face rounder than the other guys, giving him a youthful appearance that belied his age. His chocolate-coloured eyes were gigantic, like a puppy dog’s and sometimes appeared sleepy or sad or innocent yet with a contradictory sinful sparkle in them. His mouth was small but perfect, his lips soft and sensual and very kissable. There was a beauty mark on the left side of his chin, near his jaw line. It was cute. HE was cute. He had the funniest facial expressions that made Star giggle. But Star knew that cuteness was deceptive. He could rip a man’s larynx out with nothing but his pearly-white incisors. Yet, so could she if she was so inclined, therefore Marko’s lurking violence didn’t scare her one iota. He wouldn’t turn that violence on her. With his babyish features veiling the monster he possessed inside, he was a devil and an angel rolled into one. Star didn’t have to tell him how attractive he was this time; he could see it in her eyes. With her looking at him like that, admiring him, Marko felt like the tallest guy in the whole place. He felt like a freaking giant.

Wasting no more time at all, he kissed the almond-eyed girl and Star felt a flood of blood pool in her groin. Marko kissed her like he wanted to eat her alive, the hunger in him almost frightening. She was trembling when he moved his lips to her breasts. She looked back to Laddie and Paul and Dwayne. They were watching Marko and Star now, Laddie leaning against Dwayne’s midsection and Paul behind Dwayne, an arm around them both. Dwayne’s right hand was up the front of Laddie’s shirt doing something suspicious and from the dreamy expression on his face, the scrumptious sixteen year old creature liked it. Paul’s lips were on the back of Dwayne’s neck, holding aside his partner’s lengthy ebony hair, kissing that spot that made Dwayne’s spinal cord turn to jelly. As Marko knelt on the ground and lavished kisses on Star’s belly, hands gliding up her suede-clad thighs and around to her ass, she saw Dwayne’s other hand disappear into the loose depths of Laddie’s baggy jeans. The girl-vamp cried out when she felt Marko nuzzling between her legs and her knees went weak.

“Stop,” she said, shoving him away, realising the magnitude of what she was permitting him to do, despite her earlier agreement. “Marko, we can’t do this!”

On his knees, Marko gazed up at her in bemusement, his irises the size of buttons. “And why not, Star? What are you afraid of? What David doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He licked a path up her stomach, right under her navel, his hands on her buttocks. She quivered.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he murmured, his breath feeling cold on her saliva-wet belly. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me, or Laddie or any of us and I’ll let you go.”

She turned to the other boys standing there watching her. Laddie was starting to look upset. He said imploringly, “Please Star, don’t leave. Stay here. With us.”

“Where are you gonna go, anyway? The sun’s up,” Dwayne reminded her. Right about this time the night-crawlers should be fast asleep, upside down on their roost, arms crossed over their chests, hair hanging down towards the dirt floor, but with the effects of the stimulant they had swallowed coursing through their bloodstreams, sleep was the last thing on their minds. They felt like they could stay awake all day.

As she stared at each of them in turn, Star felt in her bones that they wanted her to be there just as much as she wanted to be. They were not only her best friends but her blood. Her kith and kin. She knew them. She was safe with them. They wouldn’t hurt her. It wouldn’t be like she was cheating on David, not really. This was just her and the boys, proving how much they loved each other. They did everything else together. It was just another way to bond. And she was too far gone to walk away now.

“Do you want me to stop?” Marko asked again, his voice thick with passion.

“No,” she whispered, molten lava running through her veins. Marko stood and swung Star’s fragile figure effortlessly into his arms, taking her through the shimmery curtains into her bedroom. He draped her down onto the mattress, pulled her boots off and got to work on her suede pants, unlacing the front fastening. He then peeled the pants down her shapely legs and over her ankles and feet while her breathing quickened. Marko parted and raised her legs, climbing down belly-first on the bed and she felt the thrust of his tongue. She sucked in a fast intake of air as an arc of electricity zapped into her stomach, causing her to jolt. At that moment the others entered the bedroom, wanting to be a part of it, whatever it was she and Marko were doing. Laddie’s breath stuck in his throat at the sight of Star’s naked body on the bed, Marko’s head buried in the brunette ringlets at the juncture of her thighs. Their shirts already off, Dwayne and Paul stopped short also. The girl was a vision lying there in the firelight, all long limbs and feminine curves and milky freckled skin, her breasts a flawless A-cup, her nipples the hue of peaches. Uncomfortable with Laddie gawping at her, Star instinctively covered her breasts with her arm and tried to close her legs. Marko looked up, perplexed, his tongue running around his lips.

“Don’t stop,” Laddie scolded her. “You don’t have to be shy around us.”

“But Laddie...”

“What?”

“You looking at me...It-it’s weird.”

“Why, ‘cause you feel like my sister or my mom?” he inquired humourously. When Star nodded, he laughed. “Hate to break it to ya, Star, but you’re not my sister, and you’re clearly not my mom. My mom is nowhere near as hot as you. My mom is probably at home in my old crappy, run-down shack passed out on the couch with a bottle of gin in one hand and a roach in the other. Why do you think I ran away from there?”

“I know but...”

“But nothing,” Laddie cut her off. “I’m sixteen now and you gotta stop thinking of me as a child. Anyway, I’ve seen you looking at me, checking me out. And I don’t mind.” He grinned. “If you wanna relieve me of my virginity, you’re more than welcome to, Star. Believe me - you’d be doing me a favour. Saves the guys from having to hire me a hooker.”

“We fuckin’ WERE gonna too,” Marko hooted mirthfully. “Someone’s gotta break him in and it sure as shit ain’t gonna be me!”

As Dwayne and Paul sniggered, Star couldn’t hide the grin spreading across her face. Breaking Laddie in would be an interesting experience, to say the least. It would be a lie to allege she hadn’t thought of it. Who else better to make him a man than the woman who brought him up? She’d rather it was her than an uncaring, bleached-blonde whore being paid to do it. Feeling foolish for her bashfulness and knowing what Laddie said was correct, she uncovered her nipples.

“Come here,” she said, holding out her hand to Laddie. Her nails were painted purple. Laddie left Dwayne and knelt beside her, his lips puffy and dark red from kissing. She grabbed a section of long brown hair and pulled him down towards her.

“I wanted you to kiss me before, too,” she informed him. “And it’s got nothing to do with the pink pills.”

He responded with a chuckle before giving Star what she wanted. His mouth was everything she dreamed it would be, velvety lips, hot and wet inside, pliant and receptive. He tasted like tears. His tongue was an unskilled instrument but only from inexperience. He’d get better soon and it was exhilarating knowing she was kissing a virgin. She halted the kiss to speak to the male lying between her legs.

“Keep going Marko,” she coached him and he gladly acquiesced, returning his attention to the damp sweetness of her fleeced mound, his palms under her thighs. Regardless of not having a stud in it like David’s, Marko’s tongue wasn’t unskilled. It was very skilled indeed and searchingly explored her every crevice, finding the bud of her desire and focusing on that as it was the key to driving her wild. He also knew another way to drive her wild and she exclaimed as his fingers went up into her, sending a bolt of mercurial heat right through her very being.

“Yes,” she encouraged him, digging her nails into his shoulder, through the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He kept tonguing her enticingly as his fingers worked inside her, rubbing, coaxing the slipperiness out of her. It was mind-blowing having the stunning male vampire touching her in places that had previously only known the roughness of David’s touch. Marko’s touch was gentle yet not hesitant. He knew where he was taking her and how to get her there. Before Dwayne and Paul started to feel left out, Star beckoned to them and they came over, kneeling on either side of her. She impatiently pushed them both down to her chest and the guys complied by suckling her nipples and tugging them with their teeth, causing sparks to tingle through her torso like wildfire, their long hair brushing her skin like two different shades of satin, one pitch-black, the other sandy as the shoreline. She told Laddie to kiss her again and he did so, thirstily, his mouth as luscious as warm butterscotch syrup. It was like a waking fantasy, having four beautiful boys love her at once. She was swept away on a current, floating and drowning simultaneously. The combined sensations of Marko’s hot swirling tongue and plunging fingers while Dwayne and Paul were licking and biting gently at her nipples were too much to bear. She moaned into Laddie’s mouth and grasped Marko’s curling locks, pressing him harder against her as she came, jerking and writhing under the boys’ knowledgeable ministrations.

As she was catching her breath, Paul continued kissing her breasts. Just because he was with Dwayne didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a nice rack when he saw one. He’d had plenty of girlfriends before the Indian became his lover. He and Dwayne sometimes even went their separate ways on occasion and picked up chicks for some variety, just to keep things spicy. But they always ended up sleeping next to each other at the end of the night. Laddie looked down at Star, releasing her hair from the plait she had styled it into earlier that night. He combed through it and the long chestnut spirals spread out behind her head like a mass of coiling silken ropes. Marko stripped off his shirt, revealing a fine washboard stomach, not an ounce of fat on him. He was proud of his six-pack; why else would he have worn those cut-off t-shirts in the 80’s? So that everyone else could enjoy it too. He fumbled with the button on his jeans, saying, “I want you NOW, Star.”

“No, stop,” she told Marko. “I think we should do Laddie first.”

Marko appeared disenchanted but nodded understandingly.

“Paul, Dwayne, undress him,” she instructed, sitting up. The two older vampires took hold of a startled Laddie and began unclothing him. Paul pulled off Laddie’s blood-stained shirt and pushed him back onto the mattress while Dwayne removed the kid’s sneakers, oversized jeans and boxer shorts and then he was naked in the orange glow of the oil-drum fires. The younger one appeared anxious, as if the group was going to make fun of him while he was vulnerable, his eyes frantic as he gazed up at them. But they wouldn’t do that to Laddie, not ever. Not even Paul would do that now.

“God, you are beautiful, Laddie,” Dwayne said appreciatively, taking his hand and kissing the boy’s fingers. Sweeping her hand down the centre of Laddie’s chest, Star marvelled at how soft he was to the touch. He was pale and slender, his penis actually bigger than Star had expected but not as jaw-dropping as Marko’s. After sleeping with David, who had a furry chest and stomach, it was a novelty having a nearly-hairless adolescent body to play with and seemed forbidden and taboo but Star had to get over the notion that Laddie was a pure, uncorrupted little boy because he wasn’t anymore. He was a young man. He was a vampire. He was a killer. And she had to show Laddie she knew it. Dwayne and Paul began stroking and touching him all over, kissing his throat and chest and toying with his pink nipples while Star licked a trail down his belly. She knew in the back of her mind she was behaving like a slut from a porn film but she dismissed the thought because the drugs made her careless and carefree. The Metallica CD was having a bad influence on her as well. That kind of heart-thumping, raw, heavy metal music just made people want to rebel. Besides, she wasn’t the only slut in the room. Everyone wanted a piece of Laddie’s hot teenage body but because she was the one who found him six years ago, she had the rights to taste him first. Star flicked her hair back out of the way and Laddie cursed when she took his enlarged organ into her mouth, circling her tongue around his shaft. Overwhelmed with the unfamiliar sensations, Laddie deduced that getting blown was way cooler than jerking off. Way cooler. Dwayne wanted to blow him as well but he could wait till later. Now that Laddie had made the first move and Paul and Star weren’t standing in his way, he was going to have plenty of time to do whatever he wanted to the boy. Perhaps another few centuries or so. He could be patient and let Star have her turn. While Paul was busy stimulating Laddie’s nipples, Dwayne pressed his lips to Laddie’s, his tongue snaking into the boy’s mouth. Going out of his mind with overpoweringly orgasmic sparkles shooting through his whole body, emanating from his dick, his nipples and his mouth, Laddie made a mewling noise in his throat, unable to cope with all of it at once.

Marko watched Star pleasuring Laddie with heavy-lidded eyes, chewing on his full lower lip. She looked as though the act was turning her on. Big time. Out of curiosity, to see if it did the same to him, he asked, “Can I try that, Star?”

Star sat up and licked her lips, amazed at Marko’s unforeseen eagerness. “Go ahead,” she compelled wanting to see what Marko could do. Marko took over, grasping Laddie’s cock at the base, experimentally touching the tip of it with his tongue. It was shiny with Star’s saliva. Courageously enveloping Laddie’s manhood before he lost his nerve, Marko consumed the rigid rod voraciously, his cheeks concave with the suction, his mouth moving up and down the veiny shaft, coating it with spit to make it glide through his lips, the same as he had done to David. Only nobody was making him do this. For all his lack of experience, going by the tortured sounds Laddie was making and the way his gut muscles were tightening, the pixie-faced vampire was doing a more than adequate job. When he wasn’t made to do it against his wishes, Marko concluded that giving oral to a dude was just as much a turn-on as giving it to a girl. How could he not get turned on when he was causing Laddie such ecstasy?

“He’s close, Marko,” Dwayne murmured encouragingly. His face turned bestial for a few seconds as he lifted Laddie’s left wrist to his mouth and bit into the tender flesh with his twin daggers, salty crimson liquid trickling into the Native American’s mouth. Laddie arched his spine desperately and sank the fingers of his free hand into Marko’s hair, holding his head there as he shuddered in climax. Right then and there, Marko decided he best not give any more oral sex to anybody or his hair will start falling out from everyone grabbing it. When Laddie let go of Marko’s crowning glory, the older male sat back on his calves and rubbed his hand over his lips, having swallowed all of the younger male’s semen. It wasn’t as appetising as blood but then again, nothing was.

“Did you like that, Laddie?” Dwayne questioned him, threading fingers in his hair.

Laddie smiled happily. “That was sterling!” He peeked at his wrist and saw the bite marks were healing. Dwayne would be the only one who’d get away with biting him like that without asking. It wasn’t the first time Dwayne had sampled his life-force. Dwayne had bitten him once when he was ten, in the lighthouse, but that was his and Laddie’s private memory. Nobody else knew about it.

Dwayne cocked his head at Marko and commented, “So, you like to swallow, huh?”

“Piss off,” Marko said with a dirty look. “I bet YOU do.”

“No, I’m not messing with you,” Dwayne amended. “I just thought you didn’t like giving head.”

He shrugged. “Only to David. I dunno. It’s just...different with you guys here tonight. I just – I actually want to.”

“It’s okay, Marko. You don’t have to explain yourself. Really. You can do anything you want,” Star told him reassuringly.

“Anything?” Marko’s eyes turned even darker as he appraised Star’s delicate nudeness, sitting there with her legs tucked under her like a lady. “Can I have you now?”

“I promised you, didn’t I?” Star recalled, extending her hand to the brown-eyed male.

Laddie rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow so he could watch Star and Marko. Dwayne draped himself behind Laddie and kissed his shoulder, one hand spreading around the kid’s waist. Unzipping his jeans, Paul got comfortable to watch as well.

Marko came to Star’s side, took her hand and started sucking on her fingers, a diabolical light in his eyes.

“You remembered,” she smiled.

“Uh huh,” he mumbled around her fingers, sucking on them just like he sucked on Laddie’s cock. His mouth went along each and every finger, even taking two at a time and flicking his tongue between them in imitation of a more personal act. It wasn’t long before Star was ready for him. She reached into his boxer shorts with her free hand and closed her fist around his large penis, feeling his blond pubes tickle her knuckles. He felt hot and velvety and Star craved his solid length, wanting it in her, wanting Marko to be her first lover since David had taken possession of her and kept her by his side with an invisible leash. But she wasn’t David’s possession. Not any more. She could be with any damn man she chose. Tonight, that was Marko. She impatiently tugged at his jeans and boxers, trying to get them down. Removing his boots first, Marko then bunched the two sorts of material - denim and cotton - down over his hips, over his knees and kicked them to the floor, leaning over the girl who had stretched out on her back awaiting him. Marko slanted his mouth over Star’s and kissed her, the slightly bitter and metallic taste of Laddie’s semen lingering on his tongue as well as her own muskiness. It was like he was fucking her with his mouth, his tongue jabbing into her, deeply and intimately, the way another part of his anatomy was dying to do. He kneed apart her legs and lowered himself down onto Star’s perfumed body, pressing his chest against her breasts, his elbows braced either side of her on the bed. She felt the tip of his hardness nudge between her parted legs. She wanted to cry out for him to take her and make her his, to make her forget all about David but only a whimper came out.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, Starbaby,” Marko breathed against her ear, giving her a pet name he had invented eons ago. His breath was warm on the side of her face.

“I’m gonna make you come over and over again. Fucking you is all I’ve been able to think about for months.”

“Don’t tease me, Marko,” she moaned in frustration as he tantalisingly licked her earlobe, his thick ten-inch prick hovering at her aching entrance but not moving forward. “I want you inside me right now. Please.”

Watching Star’s face with anticipation, Marko entered her in one fast stroke. In spite of preparing her with his fingers, she felt phenomenally tight to Marko as he stretched her further than she had ever been. She cried out at the abrupt intrusion. Hearing that and seeing the anguished look cross her face, Marko wasn’t sure if he hurt her and had to halt, pulling back a little.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” she revealed breathlessly, grabbing his ass and lifting her pelvis to push him in deeper. It was painful but fantastically good at the same time. He was longer and wider around than anyone Star had in the past and he had reached a place deep inside her where no one had gotten before. It was indescribable, the sensation of being completely and utterly filled to the limit. She knew the pain wouldn’t last long once her body was accustomed to his girth.

“Oh yeah. I’m more than all right,” she assured him. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

With an endearing grin, he shoved into Star and withdrew and to her, each time felt like the first time. He fucked exactly like he kissed, deep and stabbing. A string of gasps came from Star accompanying each wonderful plunge, the pain rapidly dissolving into something much more pleasurable. He took her hard and rough, driving into her relentlessly and it was difficult to believe that bone-crushing power was coming from the figure of an elfin-like young man. He stared down at her with his large brown eyes, watching Star’s face with savage excitement, his teeth bared. In the dimness of the cavern, Star could see a shine of yellowness in his irises, like the reflection of flames and the two teeth either side of his incisors were slightly longer than usual. His vamp face was slipping somewhat. But he still looked gorgeous to Star.

Feeling her climax building with each brutal thrust, as well as her temperature, Star dimly heard someone groaning and turned her head. She saw Laddie sucking Dwayne who was ecstatically voicing his enjoyment and twining his fingers in the younger boy’s brown hair. She didn’t know if the older male asked him to do it or if the kid was doing it on his own but the erotic sight of Laddie’s red lips wrapped around Dwayne’s glistening bonze cock tipped Star over the edge.

“Oh God, oh yes, oh honey,” she panted, tremors wracking her whole being as Marko pounded her ferociously into the mattress. He shouted out, arriving at his own mind-numbing apex when he felt Star’s body clenching rhythmically around him. He ejaculated into her with the same force as blood spurting from a severed artery. His arms gave way and he collapsed on top of Star, breathing heavily, and she hugged him feebly, all her energy momentarily sapped. Beads of perspiration trickled off her overheated skin and her thighs and stomach were throbbing in the aftermath. She could feel Marko sweating and his body throbbing as well, his heart beating against hers.

Feeling Marko’s semen dripping out of her, she was suffused with gladness that being an unnatural creature like a vampire meant that it was impossible for her to get pregnant. There was no chance of an accidental conception since she didn’t ovulate and Marko and all the boys were shooting blanks. Given that they were technically dead, they were all infertile. But that was a beneficial thing for them. Star couldn’t fathom the unimaginable horror of having to give birth to such an anomaly, let along having a screaming yellow-eyed thing latch onto her tit with its tiny teeth and suck blood out of her along with milk. Eww. Or imagine one of the guys showing up one night and handing over a whinging bundle, their bastard child, expecting her to take care of it and change its diapers and heat up bottles of blood. Just what the gang needed; vampire babies. Not. Hence, they could slut around as much as they wanted and never had to worry about getting slugged with child support payments. The only pitter-patter of little feet they were going to hear would be the rats scurrying around their dilapidated hotel.

Shortly after Marko climaxed, Dwayne came with a throaty grunt, making a fist in Laddie’s hair. The boy’s eyes flew open as the older male’s sterile seed rushed into his mouth. Dwayne pulled Laddie’s head away, telling him not to spit.

“Give it back to me,” he instructed and then kissed Laddie. Star watched absorbedly as Dwayne took the bodily fluid he produced back into his own mouth, catching glimpses of pink tongues and a whitish substance between their parted lips. She’d never seen such a thing before but for Dwayne it was a regular practice. He and Paul did that all time. The Indian and the surfer had lost their pants somewhere along the line and the whole gang was similarly naked. While Marko and Star had been screwing and Laddie had been sucking Dwayne off, Paul had been amusing himself, keeping himself well aroused. He didn’t mind Dwayne coming in Laddie’s mouth. He’d located that part of him that allowed him to share his dark-haired lover with another. Paul found it an interesting change to have Dwayne’s jizz fill someone else’s mouth and not his. Watching Dwayne with somebody else and knowing that he still had the Native American’s love was making Paul fall for him all over again.

Laddie, full of surging hormones and unidentifiable chemicals, commanded Marko to get off Star so he could have a turn.

Marko rolled to the side and charitably said, “She’s all yours, bud.” He added, “But I want her back later.”

Star groaned. “Laddie, give me a minute, please. I have to recover.”

As his face fell, she gave in. “Sweetie, of course I want you. Come over here,” she ordered mock-sternly, taking Laddie’s hand and dragging him on top of her. Since she was moist with Marko’s cum, Laddie didn’t need to prepare her. She was letting him do this as a favour to him, so he could lose his unwanted virginity. Her pleasure didn’t matter; only his. Lying betwixt Star’s thighs, Laddie held his own dick and guided it into her, his eyes getting larger as he pressed into her inch by exquisite inch. She felt so very wet and so very hot to him. Finally, he was in all the way and started rocking his hips slowly, his pubic bone pressing on her most sensitive area. Star murmured and tilted the angle of her pelvis, feeling her own passion reigniting.

“Am I doing it right?” he asked her fretfully.

Star smiled and hooked her legs around his whittled waistline and her arms around his upper torso. “You’re a natural, darling. Here’s a tip – go faster.”

With a steadily rising tempo, Laddie took her advice and thrust into her, smiling delightedly at her noises of sensual bliss. He took note that the more he ground against her clit, the more noises she made. He wanted to make her come, panting and writhing, like Marko had done so he drove his cock into her more enthusiastically. Soon, her head was tipped back on the mattress and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on another heightening climax.

“Are you gonna come, Star?” Laddie prompted, sounding out of breath, grinding harder and harder against her fragrant warmth so that the short dark curls at his groin meshed with hers. She clamped her legs around his waist, bucked her hips up and dug her fingernails in.

“Am...right...now,” she managed to grit out as the tide of her third orgasm broke and slashed through her, tautening every muscle and leaving her exhausted, breasts heaving as she gasped for air. When she could speak again, she opened her eyes and solemnly declared, “Now you’re a man, Laddie.”

“Maybe we should call you Mannie now,” Marko wisecracked and Paul threw a cushion at him, telling him that wasn’t funny, yet he was grinning.


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To be continued...more drug-induced smut coming soon!