Vamps Behaving Badly

Part 5.

Pairings – Paul/Laddie, Paul/Dwayne

Laddie hadn’t reached his climax and Star asked him why.

“Well, I just had one not that long ago,” he explicated sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t go.”

Paul roughly shoved Laddie back onto the bed next to Star. Laddie cried out in surprise.

“Goddamn it, I’ll MAKE you go,” the blond vowed as he straddled Laddie and lowered himself onto the boy’s slick shaft with a pleasurable grimace and a sucked-in breath.

“Oh shit,” Laddie yelped, clutching the older male’s waist. Paul felt even hotter and tighter than Star.

“Intense, huh? This is what it feels like to fuck a guy,” Paul imparted with humour in his tone. Laddie moaned his agreement. Everyone watched, enthralled, as Paul set out to screw him into oblivion. All past grievances between them were forgotten. They were just two young, randy, good-looking guys who wanted to get off with each other. Paul brought Laddie’s fingers to his left nipple and told him to pinch with his nails. Laddie complied, causing Paul to draw in a fast breath through his teeth and shiver.

“Oh yeah. Do the other one, Laddie.”

The boy did as he was told and Paul’s ultra-sensitive nipples were stung and pinched until they turned red. Paul hummed in appreciation, his head falling back and eyes closing, long waves of fair hair reaching the base of his own backbone. There was a path of dark fuzz that ran from his chest, along his belly and met up with thicker fuzz low on his abdomen. As a result of the self-rejuvenation of immortal skin, the sunlight blister had been erased from his arm as if it had never been there. As Paul moved and flexed his limber body sinuously on top of the former street kid, Dwayne’s chest swelled in admiration for the way they were pleasing each other, sensing that the argument-causing lust-triangle they were all involved in was going to have a pleasant ending now that Paul had accepted Laddie as Dwayne’s second lover and his own. Dwayne felt blessed to claim them, the two beautiful vampires, both as his.

“Give it to him, Pauly,” Dwayne urged voyeuristically, stroking his own engorged member with one tanned hand. “Fuck him. Make Laddie come.”

“Anything for you, my Chief.” Paul winked at Dwayne. An extra bonus of sharing Dwayne with Laddie was that Paul also got to fool around with the kid. He wasn’t losing a partner; he was gaining another one. A younger, more submissive one. He hadn’t thought of that before. Yeah. Sharing was good. Supporting himself with both hands on Laddie’s shoulders, Paul’s sinewy form gyrated upon Laddie’s stiff cock with increasing vigour, sending the boy beneath him into a whimpering frenzy.

“Don’t hold back, dude,” he told Laddie. “I want you to blow inside me, okay?”

“Okay, man,” Laddie concurred, digging his fingers into Paul’s swivelling hips, nearing his crescendo. He cussed fervently when he reached it, perspiration dotting his forehead and chest, heat emanating off him in waves that the other vampires could feel. Laddie’s pretty face screwed up in unutterable rapture as he spent his second wad inside the blond, who looked very pleased with the outcome of his handiwork. Prising Laddie’s clawed hands from his flesh, Paul carefully lifted himself off the kid’s moisture-soaked figure and flopped on the mattress next to Dwayne. Laddie groaned, head lolling to one side. Star smiled at him, understanding just how he was feeling. He looked adorable with his eyes half closed and his cheeks rosy with sated desire.

Paul pulled his Native American lover down on top of his own feverish body, not satisfied. He had only worked up a sweat making Laddie come; he hadn’t himself yet. He wanted to save that for Dwayne. Nobody could make him come like Dwayne. He kissed Dwayne with the thirst of a man lost in the desert, tongue deep and needy, spreading his legs, inviting the muscular Indian to settle between them. Dwayne’s hand went down there and he pushed his index and middle fingers into Paul’s pre-prepared opening and into the gooey wetness of Laddie’s cum still inside him. Paul made a gruff sound in his chest as Dwayne fingers moved in and out with lubricated ease. As they kissed, Paul’s seeking hands roamed his lover’s shoulder blades and back, feeling the ripple and play of muscles beneath the smooth caramel skin. Dwayne was only brown because of his heritage. His skin hadn’t felt UV rays for years. Cutting off the kiss, Dwayne brought his mouth down to Paul’s ear, tweaking the silver ring lodged there with his teeth before muttering, “You and Laddie looked so fucking hot together, baby. I could have watched you all day.”

Withdrawing his fingers from Paul’s hole, he licked one of them clean, tasting Laddie’s tangy essence and then jammed the other one into Paul’s mouth, making him taste the boy’s spunk as well. The blond vamp sucked on Dwayne’s middle finger, swirling his tongue around it, his blue eyes locked with Dwayne’s coaly ones. The black kohl that Dwayne was wearing gave his orbs a smoky, smudgy outline. Eyeliner suited him. Dwayne gave a small jerk and when the crow-haired male retrieved his digit from Paul’s lips, it was bleeding from where Paul had sunken a tooth into it.

“Bitch,” Dwayne sneered, wiping the blood onto the undead surfer’s cheek, like war paint.

“Don’t call me bitch, you cunt,” Paul snarled, instantaneously switching his normal face for his creepy supernatural one in the blink of an eyelid. At the intentional provocation, blistering lust soared through Dwayne’s veins, inflaming his primal instincts and he responded in kind, the angles of his cheeks and forehead protruding and elongating under the skin just enough to tranform his handsome appearance into something monstrous and grotesque. His inky brows disappeared underneath the emergence of his subhuman forehead, his amber and red eyes luminous with an unholy light. He grasped Paul’s chin, the points of his talon-like nails making indents in Paul’s skin, just short of puncturing.

“You want me to fuck you in front of everyone, huh Paul? Just like the whore you are? Is that what you want, slut?”

For his answer, Paul spat at him, a fusion of spit and Dwayne’s blood. It landed in Dwayne’s hair. Dwayne hit Paul then, cracking his fist across the blonde’s face, snapping his head to the side. Incensed, Paul turned his head back, glowering at Dwayne with hell’s fire crackling in his eyes, nose wrinkled, lip curled back, showing his sabre-teeth like a wolf. It was a chilling expression and enough to warrant a lesser man peeing in his pants. It didn’t scare Dwayne, though. He thought that face was way sexy. A scarlet bead escaped from the surfer’s nostril and ran over his upper lip, a glistering line marking its descent. The sight and scent of it was intoxicating to all the other vampires. Paul licked the drip away with a slow swipe of his tongue and then grinned at Dwayne, blood smearing on his white teeth. That was normal for them. The name-calling, the biting, the hitting. That was how they got off.

As if the others weren’t present, Dwayne focused solely on his sex-hungry, blood-thirsty partner, boosting Paul’s knee almost up to his chest and penetrating him with a rough thrust, almost like the stab of a bayonet, sinking into Paul’s body up to the hilt. Paul hissed at the moment of consummation, his heart thudding, the ferocity of the invasion invoking every single hair to rise all over his skin.

“Yeah, like that,” Paul spurred Dwayne on, his voice more of a panther-rumble. “Do me hard. Hurt me.”

“Don’t I always?” Dwayne grunted with another bed-shaking stab. As he hammered into the blond beauty under him, Dwayne could feel Laddie’s fluids oozing around his prick and down onto Star’s bedcovers. Loving the roughness of the role-playing, Paul scratched his razor-sharp fingernails along the sides of Dwayne torso, slicing through the top layers of epidermis, liquid the hue of the Indian’s garnet earring welling in the cuts and leaking down his ribs like vermillion tears. Dwayne inhaled sharply through his teeth at the pain his lover inflicted but didn't wither, battering into him harder, fisting his hand in Paul’s saltwater-bleached hair, yanking as if he wanted to tear the silken mass out by the roots. Dwayne lanced the skin of Paul’s shoulder with his double daggers and, like an attacking shark, ripped a gash in the tissue, exposing the raw muscle underneath. Paul shrieked and the sound was unmistakably hair-raisingly demonic, like the screeching of birds and bats and carnivores all at once. Dwayne attached his mouth to the blonde’s injured shoulder and lapped at the gaping wound like a cat at a bowl of cream, continuing to screw his equally perverted partner. The meaty sound of slapping flesh and the two males grunting and growling echoed in the cavernous ruined hotel.

They were so into their sadomasochism; they forgot they weren’t alone. The older males were at one end of the two mattresses, Marko and Star at the other. Laddie was slotted between them in the only available space on the crowded pushed-together beds, languidly gazing at the copulating couple as if he was at a live peep show, getting bounced in time with Dwayne and Paul’s rutting. With the scent of blood and sex permeating the air, he was powerless to prevent his own penis from stirring on his belly. A mere mortal of his age would have been thoroughly shagged out by now but he was not an average sixteen year old. He wasn’t limited by human standards. His stamina was infinite. Almost as soon as his balls released their pearlescent contents, his preternatural body replaced what was lost and he was able to have multiple orgasms if he so desired. He could probably keep going until he dehydrated from lack of liquids. In hindsight, he decreed as he absently fondled his semi, it was a useful thing he had fed so greedily earlier that night. He didn’t fancy drying up like an overcooked roast.

While the rest of the gang watched engrossed and a mite disturbed, Dwayne and Paul were occupied fucking like beasts, gutturally swearing and slashing each other’s skins with teeth and nails, bloodying themselves up like Pit Bull Terriers at a dogfight. Paul had attained his revenge on Dwayne’s bite by tearing a chunk out of the Indian’s upper arm and cannibalistically devouring the mouthful as if was uncooked steak. When those two said they wanted to eat each other, they weren’t kidding. But it didn’t matter how much flesh they tore off or how far to the bone the cuts they made were; every single wound would heal without a trace. The bedcovers were becoming bespattered with the blood dribbling from their many injuries but they didn’t pay heed to their messiness. Messy was their way of life.

Orgasm approaching, Dwayne embedded his teeth into the already-shredded flesh of Paul’s shoulder and heard the hoarse cry next to his ear, felt his partner’s body tense.

Come with me, Pauly, Dwayne telepathically urged the blond. I can’t keep going much longer.

I will, Dwayne – Just fuck me, Paul returned in silent desperation. Fuck me like you want to kill me!

The Native American punched his punishing cock into Paul as if he could stab him to death that way, his balls smacking against the second male’s bruised ass, roaring as he shot cascade after cascade of his opaque distillation into the depths of Paul’s belly. His ear-splitting shout caused bits of rock to fall down from the ceiling. Feeling Dwayne blowing inside him like a geyser, Paul was sucked into the vortex with him, head snapping back, whites of his eyes showing.

Paul screamed out loud as he experienced his turbulent release, the bellow ricocheting around the gargantuan cave like thunder, the dark hunger consuming him, his mind splintering as his body seemed to detonate with shockwaves of pure pleasure. So magnificent was their powerful climax that the force jerked him and Dwayne clear off the bed where they hovered for a few suspended heartbeats, finally plummeting back onto the mattress in a spent, shaking heap, both of them covered from head to foot in goose bumps, hitching oxygen into their lungs like half-drowned men.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Paul gasped, reeling from the fantastic orgasm, his face reshaping back into its former human arrangement. Dwayne followed suit. Though they no longer had the appearance of Nosferatu, there were smears of redness around their mouths and chins and it coated their throats and chests, sticky and thick. It mingled with Paul’s cum between their stomachs. Drying rivulets of maroon ran down their arms and sides. There were bite marks and scratches and torn flesh galore, as if they had been attacked by a school of piranhas. Dwayne’s back was in minced ribbons from Paul’s fingernails, gleaming vertebrae and ribcage peeking out from mangled skin. It looked like a gory scene from a horror movie. Luckily, the damage was all reversible.

“Holy shit,” Laddie exclaimed with eyes the size of Frisbees, speaking for Star and Marko as well. “You guys are some sick fuckin’ freaks, I’ll tell you that.”

“We know,” Dwayne chuckled and then cringed. “Ow. Don’t make me laugh. My ribs hurt.”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause they’re on the outside now,” Marko commented drolly.

“We’re just gonna lie here and patch ourselves up, if you don’t mind,” Paul said tiredly. “Don’t be offended if we ignore you for a while. Just carry on without us.”

Shaking his head, Laddie muttered again, “Freaks.” If he wasn’t a vampire himself and didn’t take part in regular, gruesome, skull-cracking feeding rituals, what he had just seen would have made him puke. If he was still that ten year old kid, he totally would have lost his dinner. Shocking as the sex was, he still had a hard-on so he guessed that made him almost as twisted as his older buddies.

This was the first time Laddie and Star had been privileged spectators and allowed to bear witness to the savagery of Dwayne and Paul’s mating. Marko had seen the two men screwing once, the night the Indian and the surfer hooked up, actually. The same night they all initiated the now-deceased Michael. Six long years ago. Marko had been thoroughly high on blood and drugs and he dimly remembered jacking off while watching Paul and Dwayne together, a very wasted Michael lying beside him, watching also. From memory, their sex style hadn’t changed a bit. The guys fucked the way they fed. Wildly. Bloodily. With animalistic abandon and carnality. Pain was their pleasure.

Being partial to blood and brutality themselves, Star and Marko felt their own pulses thrumming and turned to each other with one thing in mind. More sex.


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A/N - More coming soon!