Vamps Behaving Badly

Pairings – Marko/Star. Yes, I am aware this is fast becoming a Marko fic! I just love the little guy and think there isn’t enough written about him!

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(A/N: It's still the same night and Paul and Dwayne are taking a rest to heal their sex-wounds)

Star put a hand on Marko’s chest and pushed him onto his back. His hair was a riot of light-catching ringlets. With questing fingers she traced the hollows of his collarbone, the pulsing veins running along the inside of his arms, the alluring sweep where his waist whittled down to his hips, the muscles of his abdomen, past the tangle of gold curls at the crux of his thighs and along the erect length of his shaft, making him tense fleetingly. Upon her fingertip, she caught a crystal droplet from the tip of his arousal and brought it to her lips, savouring his taste like it was nectar. He watched with undisguised longing in his brown orbs as she drew her finger promiscuously out of her mouth. She knelt beside his compact figure and began by licking and softly blowing on his nipples until they hardened and his breathing sped up. She laid a wet daisy-chain of kisses down the centre of his chest to his navel. His navel was halfway between an innie and an outie, not a deep depression or a popped-out one but a whorled shallow dip in his tight belly, enough to poke a tongue into, which Star did. She loved his little bellybutton and had to confess to herself that she missed the cut-off shirts he wore in the previous decade. His tummy was like her eye candy and she didn’t get to see it much anymore. He had the hottest midriff of the whole pack. She tongued the alluring indent a while until Marko grumbled, frustrated with her teasing. Star looked up at him playfully, her brunette corkscrews coiling on his gut.

“You should get a bellybutton ring, Marko.”

Marko pulled a negative face. “Get out! I’m not getting one of those!”

“Why not; does it threaten your sexuality?” she rebounded mischievously.

Marko couldn’t think of a comeback for that. Star was right. It was only body art, not a statement of his sexual preference. The corner of his mouth wryly tucked in.

“Okay. If you want me to get one, I’ll get one,” he consented. “But you have to pierce it for me.”

“Done. I’ll do it tonight,” Star beamed, fingers deftly encircling Marko’s hardened maleness. He felt hot and satiny. She lowered her eyelashes and delicately flicked her tongue around the reddish head of his dick. At the contact, the elf-faced boy let out a gravelly “Uhh,” noise. She slid his rigid sex inside her mouth and lashed him with her tongue, over and around the bulb, forking the end of her tongue into his weeping slit, lapping up more of his juices. He tasted like the ocean, pure and salty. Marko was moaning at the back of his throat as the female worked her raspberry lips along the outside span of his cock, from root to tip, laving him, bathing him. He was too big for her to take all the way in her mouth but she was compensating by licking him all over like a fruity popsicle.

“Ah... Jesus Christ, Star...” His voice sounded choked and his fingers were interlaced in her abundant chestnut mane. He let the girl have her way with him for a few minutes and then tugged on her hair to get her attention. She gazed up quizzically, tongue darting over her lips, leaving them dewy.

“Hm?”

“You know what Dwayne asked you before? About which one of us you wanted to sleep with?”

“I seem to recall something about that…yeah,” she said deliberately vaguely.

“Who was it? Was it me?”

Star grinned sinfully. “I’m not telling.”

“Come on, please. I gotta know,” he pleaded.

“Well, ALL of you boys are sex on legs,” she informed him. Listening in to the conversation even though his eyes were shut, Dwayne smirked to himself. Damn right he was sexy. He worked hard at it, too. Paul was too fucked up to be interested in whatever puppy-love fluff Star and Marko were going on with. He was just happy for them that they hooked up and so he concentrated whatever energy he had left on healing his injuries, feeling the scratches and bites that mutilated his tissue condensing and melding together like Hollywood computer-generated special effects. It felt cool, like he was invincible.

As for who she wanted to sleep with, Star’s five blood brothers were exceptionally fine-looking and magnetic, like rock stars or movie stars. David, Dwayne, Paul and Laddie each possessed individual qualities and characteristics that were attractive to a woman like her. However, Marko was the most intriguing of the gang, vicious and relentless as a Doberman when it came to feeding time yet paradoxically nice as pie every other time. There was a pigeon in the cave that he had trained to land on his hand and he patted it and fed it bits of bread, even talking to it like it was his pet. He’d never hurt that bird, or any of the other pigeons in the old hotel. He wouldn’t hurt an animal. Yet he ate people. He was the kind of vampire that would assist an old lady across the road and then go slaughter her husband. He had a manner of appearing seemingly friendly and harmless when Star knew he was anything but. He was a serial killer yet he looked like Cupid, ambassador of Valentines Day. All he needed was the bow and arrow. He was a sprite, an imp, a seraph. Also a daemon, a butcher, a murderer. That combination of good and evil made Star think things she, David’s woman, shouldn’t be thinking about. He just oozed wicked charm out of every pore.

“But, maybe, just maybe, you might win by a smidgen,” she finished cheekily.

“Just say the word Star, and I'm yours,” he pledged emphatically. “I can't take it anymore; I have sat back and watched David treat you like dirt-”

“He doesn't treat me like dirt,” Star interrupted.

“Oh no? He controls you. He acts like he owns you. He made you kill that Michael guy even though you liked him. He won’t let you be with anyone else even though he knows you’re not happy. And you haven’t seen the way he hits on other chicks on the boardwalk when you’re not there,” Marko continued impassionedly. “He DOES treat you like dirt. What the hell do you think he's doing right now? If he loves you so much, why didn’t he take you with him on his trip to Max’s place?”

She looked away for a second. Marko had a point. David hadn’t even asked her if she wanted to join him. He just said he was going and that was it. Marko continued his lecture.

“Exactly. He's probably not even AT Max’s. He’s probably out there cheating on you with some woman as we speak. Why he would want to when he has you waiting for him is beyond me.” Marko's chocolate-brown eyes implored her. “It kills me to see you unhappy. Why don't you dump him, Starbaby? Be with me - I would treat you right.”

The longing in his voice stirred up the heart-wrenching battle Star fought inside herself every day. She had suspicions that David was being unfaithful but couldn’t prove it. Now that Dwayne and Marko had strengthened her suspicions with eyewitness accounts, she believed her assumption about him was true. And if it was true then why was she wasting her time with the guy? That was what she debated with herself from the time she woke up to the time she went to sleep. Should she leave David? Would he LET her leave?

“I don't know if I can,” she whispered, feeling as though she was being torn in two different directions. David made her what she was today. David transformed her. David made her an ageless creature of the night. Without him, she’d just be another withering human body in the crowd, bones breaking down, hair graying and lines deepening on her face day by day. He saved her from a slow, painful mortal death. Like the rest of The Lost Boys, she felt bound to him, felt like it was her duty to be loyal and faithful to him. And, up until that morning, she had been. She didn’t want to think about what might happen if David ever found out what she’d done and was still doing.

“At least think about it, Star. For me. Please.” Marko’s voice was gentle and he reached over to graze her jaw with his knuckles. “I just want you to be my girl. That’s all I want. Not being able to have you - it drives me insane. I can hardly concentrate when you’re around.”

With her feminine intuition, Star had known from the first post-Maria shoulder-crying session that Marko was attracted to her. Out of fear of her own weakness and David’s potential reaction, she'd tried not to let it affect her. But it had. Marko’s eyes had haunted her. Even during sex. More than once Marko had infiltrated her thoughts when she was in bed with David and it horrified her that sometimes she had no control over her desires. She had refrained from accidentally calling out Marko’s name when David was thrusting into her but in her mind she was saying it. Thanks to the marvel of inhibition-unblocking drugs, and David’s temporary nonexistence, she could say it for real. Marko was such a beautiful name. She was betting she would say it a few more times before the morning was over. Probably while moaning.

“Right now, us together, this is incredible,” Marko said to Star sincerely. He halted, chewing his thumbnail uncertainly. “But tell me something. Do I mean anything to you or am I just a mercy fuck? Are you only doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

“No. Absolutely not!” she replied, sounding chagrined, miffed that Marko would even think that of her. “You DO mean something to me, honey. I was just too cowardly to tell you.” She leant down and kissed his beauty mark.

“So, you DID want to fuck me?”

“What do you think?” Star said, slyly glancing at her hand which was securely enclosed around Marko’s still-swollen dick. Marko grinned cutely.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages too, Star,” he admitted. “I just wasn’t sure if you’d let me.”

“I’m letting you tonight, aren’t I?”

“Will you let me bite you?”

Star gave him a look. “If you’re talking Dwayne and Paul-style biting – forget it.”

“No, I just wanna give you a love bite,” Marko reassured her. “Just one. That’s all. Would that be okay?”

“Only if I can bite you back,” Star replied jestingly.

“You can bite me any fucking time you want,” he swore, his phosphorescent eyes and blade-sharp teeth appearing instantly. He caught her around the waist and positioned the girl on top of him, sliding into her easily as she was still slippery from the climax Laddie gave her. He held Star’s hips and lifted her up, then brought her down to meet his thrusting. He shoved piercingly into her, again and again and then cupped her breasts in his hands, taking her nipples in his fingertips and squeezing until she cried out. Her crystal chandelier earrings swayed and jangled with every thrust. Marko repeated this maddening procedure until Star was flaming with renewed appetite, arching her body into him. Her face transmogrified, becoming much less human and much more inhuman, a carbon-copy of Marko’s, only feminine. Her brow turned bat-like, her cheekbones sharpened and her pointed teeth gleamed in the light, along with her tawny eyes. And she wasn’t trying to hide her face. When she lost control and the hunger transformed her features, she thought she looked hideous and she didn’t like anyone to see her. When she was feeding, she turned away and hid her face behind her hair. This was the only instance Marko had seen where she wasn’t ashamed of it, of her bestial side. She was breath-stealing. She looked like a vampiric goddess.

“You’re so beautiful,” Marko gushed in awe, forgetting to move. “Oh my God. Marry me!”

Star just laughed and started to ride him. As she did that, Star’s hands were on his shoulders, steadying her and providing leverage for their crazed synchronicity, their end of the bed rocking almost as much as Dwayne and Paul’s end had been earlier. In the midst of it all, Laddie felt like he was a ball on a trampoline. Both Marko and Star were breathing hard, watching each other's responses, the gorgeous, almost pain-filled expressions of love-making. Marko’s blood-lust took over, demanding he feed the beast what it craved. And she said he could do it. Clutching Star close to him, Marko’s mouth honed in on her lily-white throat. Her lips opened in a soundless scream as his rapier-like teeth broke through the skin and went into her neck, rivers of fire and ice swarming over her entire body at the penetrating kiss. A fount of saccharine saltiness poured into Marko’s mouth and he drank from her, swimming in a wonderful drugged void where nothing existed but the sensation of flying, of falling and the taste of blood, his vice, his curse, his one true addiction. If Star had been an ordinary mortal, Marko would have gotten greedy and sucked all the life out of her by now but because he knew it was her that he was drinking from - the svelte, Gypsy princess of his dreams - it was a sacred, precious experience, one that he might never be able to have again and so he savoured every ruby drop that flowed upon his tongue as if it was the last. Hearing Star moaning in his ear with ecstatic joy brought him back to the present and he retracted his teeth, resuming the electrifying, jabbing motion of his hips, his enormous cock hitting her cervix while he slipped his thumb between her legs and rubbed the sensitised nub there.

“Marko, Marko, oh, Marko...” She gasped his name repeatedly as he brought her to yet another blinding, bone marrow-melting climax.

Before she had time to recuperate, Marko begged, “Now, do it. Bite me,” and crushed her against his boiling body, turning his head and offering her his fine-skinned, blue-veined throat. Star nipped the skin of his neck and buried her two pearly spears into him, beginning the procedure of blood-letting. He came instantly, flooding her insides with liquid heat, crying out his passionate response to the short-lived pain, shudders of sensation wracking his trim figure. Warmth sprayed into Star’s mouth, coppery as coins. She swallowed and the crimson liquor, potent as undiluted overproof alcohol, burnt her throat on the way down. It was hot yet felt like ice settling in her gut. It was like drinking a magical potion. Star could feel it spreading to every nerve ending and vessel in her body, making her feel drunken and inebriated as well as stoned. She’d never been so wasted in her life. The two vampires just laid there, Marko underneath Star, in a dazed, rapturous union while their heartbeats decelerated. He was still inside her as she feasted on his unique Marko-flavoured wine. It was so different, taking his blood compared to the blood of her victims. What she was doing was an act of love, not feeding. Star was completely lost in the afterglow, drifting in space as Marko shared himself with her, letting her feel the emotions he harboured for her, projecting them into the cells of his plasma. Now that they had both partaken of each other’s blood, they shared a psychic link and a special bond and could feel what the other felt without words. They would be able to communicate with their minds, like Dwayne and Paul could. David had never let Star do that to him, bite him. He was always the biter. While she was voicelessly thanking Marko for the honour of allowing her to participate in such a meaningful, profound act, she returned to her angelic lover the ecstasy she felt coming from him. Star indulged herself on mouthful after mouthful of the rusty-sweet syrup his heart pumped out of the puncture holes in his neck. She couldn't get enough of it, only ceasing when Marko’s skin closed over, denying her any more his life's elixir. Even then, she licked the last traces of blood from his throat before he gently pulled her away, planting a kiss on her forehead and then placing her head on his shoulder. He hugged her but it wasn’t a tight one. He was too fatigued.

“You’ve drained me,” Marko groaned weakly. “In more ways than one.”

“Sorry,” Star mumbled, not really meaning it.

Marko snorted. “You are not.”

She simply smiled, eyes shut. She laid there limply on Marko’s chest feeling terrifically warm and tingling. Her whole body was vibrating like a strummed guitar string. If Marko’s arm wasn’t around her, she probably would’ve started floating.

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To be continued...