Vamps Behaving Badly

Pairings – Dwayne/Laddie


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Laddie looked back and forth between the two couples, the four of them resting and recovering. He sulked. That’d be right. Just when he gets a raging boner worked up and wants some more action, they’d all prefer to sleep.

“I’ll just jack off then, shall I?” he said aloud, hinting that one of them could assist him if they could be bothered to. It sucked that he was the odd one out, the only one without a girlfriend or boyfriend. Dwayne raised his head, most of his wounds only pinkish scars and welts and even they were speedily fading. Though he had ejaculated in Paul not that long ago, Dwayne thought he had some more reserves left in his sperm bank. Hey, if the horny teenager wanted some help of the sexual kind, Dwayne would gladly give it to him. He’d been waiting six years to do it. Leaving Paul and climbing over to Laddie, who was still lying on his back, he parted his protégé’s thighs and knelt between them.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Laddie lifted his head and asked in alarm, splaying the long fingers of his left hand on Dwayne’s stomach to stop him from coming any closer. A line of hair tapered down Dwayne’s brown belly, joining with the dark short and curlies surrounding his dick.

“You want some assistance, don’t you?” Dwayne said with a saucy smile. “I believe it’s your turn to get fucked, my pretty friend. If you want to lose your virginity, you gotta lose ALL of it. Are you gonna let me do it or not?”

Laddie weighed up the pros and cons of Dwayne’s statement for a few seconds. If he was ever going to do it, now would be the right time. And Dwayne the right person. The gang all knew he thought of Dwayne as a god and was eternally grateful for all he had done for Laddie. He had hung out with Laddie even though he didn’t have to and taught him how to be a damn good vampire and given him many gifts, including the motorcycle, the earring and a sense of self-worth and acceptance. Laddie thought he could never make it up to Dwayne. But he could. This was something he could give back to Dwayne, something he wanted. And he knew Dwayne wanted to fuck him; he’d known that since he was a young boy. However, he was not a kid anymore. It was time to become a grown-up. It was time to join the club.

“Okay,” he finally replied, a mere thread of a sound.

“You sure?” Dwayne asked deliberately, giving Laddie a chance to change his mind. He only wanted to do it if Laddie wanted it too. “Don’t do it if you don’t want to, all right? I don’t wanna force you.”

“I’m sure,” Laddie replied, gazing bravely up at his guardian. “I want it to be you, Dwayne. I want you to do it.”

A tender emotion came into Dwayne’s face and he leant down and kissed Laddie on the lips. “You won’t regret it, Laddie,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you, okay? I promise.”

Laddie nodded. “I know.”

Laddie knew Dwayne wouldn’t hurt him the way he had hurt Paul. That was their particular kink and it had nothing to do with Laddie. Just like in the lighthouse, he wouldn’t intentionally cause Laddie any pain. Dwayne cared about him too much. Spitting in his hand and slathering it on his dick first, Dwayne then raised Laddie’s knees and slowly started to press against him. Laddie gripped the other male’s forearms tightly, his gaze wide with stark fear. Even though Dwayne’s dick was nowhere near the eye-watering breadth of Marko’s it seemed difficult for Laddie to accept him.

“Trust me, baby,” Dwayne said softly and soothingly, looking deep into Laddie’s frightened cobalt eyes. “Relax. Let me in. Please.”

A barely audible gasp came from Laddie’s lips as the tip of Dwayne’s cock went in. The older guy stopped pushing and let Laddie get used to the feeling. Laddie’s heart was racing. The other vamps could hear it, feel it, beating frantically like the wings of a trapped bird. Star was worried. She knew how scary it could be, letting someone into your body for the first time. She could well remember her own virtue being taken by a boy in her old town at seventeen years of age and how panicky she had been then. If Dwayne so much as scratched Laddie during such a significant episode of his life, she was going to go all protective big sister and beat the crap out of the Indian. Sensing her fretting, Marko squeezed Star’s hand reassuringly. It was a very intense moment and Star and Marko watched in silence, empathising with Laddie and praying for Dwayne to be gentle. Even Paul roused himself out of his coma to watch Laddie losing his innocence. That’s something one didn’t see every day. Very carefully, Dwayne inched inside Laddie, a little at a time, stopping if Laddie tensed or held his breath and continuing when he relaxed, all the while keeping his gaze locked with the younger boy’s trusting wide eyes. Eventually, he was buried up to the hilt and Dwayne fondly smiled down at Laddie.

“Good boy. You popped your cherry,” he said proudly.

“Thank you, Dwayne,” Laddie said brokenly and a single tear slipped down the side of his face. “I’m glad it was you.”

“Thank YOU, kid, for letting me be your first. It’s an honour.” Dwayne sweetly kissed him, all over his face, then on his mouth, deepening the kiss until Laddie forgot about crying and started to clutch him in passion. The Native American experimented with a few slow thrusts and Laddie hissed, digging his nails into Dwayne’s still-scarred back.

“Let’s try it this way,” Dwayne suggested and withdrew from him, turning Laddie over onto his stomach. Laddie was looking afraid again but Dwayne didn’t just carelessly plunge in straight away. Instead, he kissed Laddie on the nape of his neck, his shoulder blades, down his spinal column, reaching the small of his back, stroking his skin with kind, loving hands. The flames burning in the candles and in the torches on the walls cast shadows in every hollow and curve of Laddie’s body. He was using one arm as a pillow. The gang could see him visibly softening and calming at Dwayne’s caresses and he began to sigh and murmur in rhapsody, permitting the raven-haired male to lash his tongue along his ass cleft and delve inside, hands splayed on his cheeks, using his thumbs to open him up. After he licked and probed at Laddie’s tempting entrance, Dwayne introduced his fingers into the younger male’s body, loosening him, so it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable at the next attempt. Soon, Dwayne was alternating between fingering and tonguing Laddie’s tight private opening, getting him lubed up and preparing him for re-entry. Laddie was beginning to whimper at the prolonged personal attention and finally he said he was ready and asked Dwayne to take him. He pulled his knees up under him to allow Dwayne access and cried out as he was smoothly penetrated. Dwayne had one hand around Laddie’s slim waist and the other spread on his lower back, guiding him to meet his shallow thrusts dog-style. Moaning, Laddie’s fingers went to his own phallus, pulling and squeezing the pulsating flesh in sync with Dwayne’s rocking hips, the tooth earring swinging from his lobe each time Dwayne’s pelvis bumped into him. The shining shaft of Dwayne’s member receded into Laddie’s stretched opening and emerged back into the candlelight like a scene from a pornographic film.

Incredibly turned on again, Marko sheathed himself in Star from behind her, on their sides, slipping his leg between hers, his fingers sinking into the fleece at the junction of her thighs and massaging her into a dizzy swoon as they watched Dwayne screwing the teenager. The bigger male wasn’t being gentle anymore but he wasn’t being violent either; he was gliding into Laddie just far and deep enough to make him gasp with pleasure, not pain.

“Do you like being fucked?” Dwayne asked candidly. “Does it feel good, sugar?”

Laddie muttered something about why he hadn’t tried this before, punctuated by obscene swear words and exhaled breaths of arousal. He hadn’t known that being on the receiving end of a dick would feel so hot. The male weapon spiking into him made bursts of heat climb the walls of his belly and fizzle up his spine. He felt like he was on fire and that fire was steadily licking along his muscles and bones, consuming him limb by limb. He whined with mounting tension.

“Jesus, you feel great, Laddie,” Dwayne ground out, his jaw clenched with orgiastic sensation. “So fucking tight.”

He started banging into the younger boy, harder and harder. With his cock in his hand, Laddie masturbated himself, matching Dwayne’s rapid pace.

“Don’t stop, Dwayne. Oh please, oh please, please...” Laddie sobbed, attaining his third release, his spunk collecting in his palm and overflowing through his fingers like melted ice cream. Feeling Laddie’s orgasm gripping him, Dwayne pulled out and spilled a small pool of whiteness onto the kid’s lower back with a husky stream of Native American words, telling Laddie how beautiful he was in his own language. Star closed her eyes and surrendered to Marko’s enticing fingers and his deliciously hot bulk filling her up, submerged in a roiling sea of never-ending lustfulness.

Because they were vampires and possessed a different physical makeup to normal humans, the effects of the single pink pill each of them had digested lasted for an extraordinarily long time. It didn’t take much to get them high and keep them there. Everything they had done to each other and allowed others to do to them was primarily due to those pills. They certainly wouldn’t have behaved that way on a typical night. Who knew what unimaginable events would have occurred if they’d taken two or more of the tablets? No wonder David was concerned about their drug use. Well, at least they hadn’t gone on killing sprees; that was something to give thanks for.

The next couple of hours passed in a sensual blur of debauchery. Anything and everything was on. At Paul’s begging, Marko relented and gave him a taste of his ten-incher, letting him suck it, the surfer almost giving himself lock-jaw in the process. Then with Dwayne’s blessing, Marko fucked the blond with his titanic implement, making Paul a very happy and slightly sore man. The pack’s thirst for sex was unquenchable. Once Laddie had experienced sodomy, he couldn’t get enough of it and after Dwayne was done, Paul took over, hooking Laddie’s legs over his shoulders and showing him where his prostate was, much to the teenager’s delight. With Marko’s help, Star had nine orgasms and youthfully energetic Laddie had five all up. Dwayne and Paul only managed to dredge one and two more climaxes respectively out of their worn-out selves. Eventually, the gang slumped, utterly knackered, on the rumpled blankets of Star’s beds, lying all over each other in whatever position felt comfortable.

“This has been the coolest night of my whole fucking life,” Laddie yawned. “I love you guys so much.”

The others all mumbled their warm and fuzzy feelings as they came down from the Fantasia, feeling as close as they had ever been. At last, they knew each other inside and out. They truly were family, united by the unbreakable bond of blood.

“Let’s make a pact,” Star suggested sleepily. “Let’s not let this night change anything. Let’s promise we won’t be all weird tomorrow, huh? Let’s make a pact we will be best friends forever.”

Laddie, Dwayne, Paul and Marko all swore nothing would change and cemented the promise with a big group hug.

Then they slept the sleep of the dead.

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To be continued...