Little Lost Boy

Title - Little Lost Boy.
Author - Rina
Rating - NC-17 Swearing, sexual references.
Disclaimer - The Lost Boys belong to Warner Bros and Joel Schumaker, the wise and talented director who changed the initial G-rated script and made them into the hot, sexy vamps that they are. I love you Joel!
Summary - Laddie thinks he's too young for fun but Dwayne shows him otherwise.
WARNING- This fic involves a younger boy in an erotic situation with an older guy. While there is NO actual minor or non-consensual sex, there is a major slash (male/male) theme and the act of blood drinking and erotism. If this doesn't sound like something you want to read, then don't. You know where the 'back' button is. Similarly, if you choose to send angry words my way for my choice of fic subject, I know where the 'delete reviews' button is.
Dedication - This is for Faith who suggested it. That's what I love about this place - you ask, and then you get!!! :)


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Laddie, the littlest vampire, was bored. Marko was out on a date with Maria, the girl who worked at Max’s video store, Paul and Dwayne were in the centre of the cave, lounging around on the low wall surrounding the huge askew candelabra, smoking weed and talking like Bill and Ted, laughing at shit that wasn’t even funny – granted, not to Laddie because he wasn’t wasted - and David and Star were in her room making suspiciously muted noises, mattress springs creaking. Laddie was the odd one out. He was the only one who wasn’t in his teens. Everybody else was grown up and got to do grown-up things like take drugs and make out but he couldn’t because he was only ten. It sucked being a kid. He wanted to have a drag on the joint Paul and Dwayne were sharing but they told him to go away so he stomped off in annoyance, chased a few pigeons around and then decided to ease his boredom by rifling through everyone’s possessions, hoping to find something of interest, maybe some money, maybe some cigarettes, maybe even another joint so he could sneak off and try it by himself without being scolded. In a section of the old hotel near David’s chair was a trunk that they used as a coffee table, not that any of them actually drank coffee in the cave. Being nocturnal creatures, they didn’t need coffee to keep themselves awake at night. They used the trunk to put their feet up on and as a convenient place to sit their takeaway containers. At present, there were candles on top of it. Laddie had a hunch that’s where David was keeping his wine.

One afternoon a while ago when Star and the boys were still asleep, Laddie had snuck out of bed and discovered the bejewelled bottle of red liquid in its former place on top a cabinet amongst more candles and, believing it was actual alcohol, gulped down the entire thing, thus accidentally turning himself into a half-vampire. At only ten, he was far too immature to be a night-stalker and he wasn’t supposed to drink it until he was sixteen or seventeen but it was too late by the time the boys awoke and found him in fang, eyes glowing in the dark, crouched in a corner with a dead pigeon in his hand and the bird’s blood all around his mouth. When they tried to get near him Laddie would growl and lash out with his claw-like nails and it took Star ten minutes of cajoling to calm him down. The effects of the wine, David’s blood, were unchangeable unless the head vamp, Max, died and since that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, the gang had to contend with a kid-vamp in their club. They kept a close eye on him to make certain he didn’t kill anybody and turn into a full vampire because if he did, he’d never grow up. He had to wait until he was older before making his first kill. Needless to say, Laddie was not allowed to join David, Marko, Paul and Dwayne when they fed. Since that fateful afternoon, Laddie had located the hidden wine a few more times and swigged it all, getting high on it like it was liquor and as such the bottle was off-limits to him. Getting tired of dealing with the monster Laddie turned into when he drank it, David kept moving the bottle around so the boy couldn’t find it. Being an inquisitive child and part bloodsucker, when Laddie went sniffing around the cave, he usually found it. Which was what he was doing tonight.

He had a feeling it was in the trunk and glancing around him, saw that David and Star were still occupied in her room and Paul and Dwayne were now making out and weren’t paying any attention to him whatsoever, their hands inside each other’s clothing and tongues in each other’s mouths. At the gross sight, Laddie rolled his eyes. Those two boys made out more than Star and David did. What was up with everyone getting busy tonight? Hell, even Marko was probably getting to second base with Maria right now. Since Laddie had nobody to make out with, he concluded he would have some fun with the wine. He could smell the faint scent of blood coming from inside the wooden container. He knelt in front of the trunk and removed the candles from the top. When he quietly cracked open the hinged lid, his face lit up as he saw that the bottle was indeed in there, covered in silver and jewels, crimson fluid sloshing around inside enticingly. Laddie knew it was David’s blood but rather than be turned off, he liked the way drinking it made him feel. He felt drunk, intoxicated, invincible and powerful. When he drank it, he didn’t feel like a useless little boy. He felt like a vampire, a big, ass-kicking motherfuckin’ night-crawler. He picked up the bottle, gazed at it longingly, the rubies and other stones sparkling in the firelight, uncorked it and raised it to his mouth.

“Laddie Thompson! Put that back!”

Jumping, Laddie whipped his head around to see Dwayne had crept up on him using his stealthy Indian walk, catching him in the act. The Native American was scowling at him with dark flashing eyes, hands on his hips, long jet-black hair falling past his shoulders, bear tooth earring in his left lobe. One end of a red rag was stuffed into his back pocket, the rest hanging down the back of his thigh. The material was part fashion statement, part grease-monkey rag. It came in handy for wiping his hands on after he’d tinkered with his bike.

“How many fucking times do you gotta be told not to touch that?” Dwayne chastised him, snatching the bottle off Laddie, shoving the cork back in and throwing it to Paul, who caught it and went to find another hiding place, the tall blond smirking at the kid getting in trouble.

Eyes wide, cringing at Dwayne’s fierce glare, Laddie squeaked, “Are you gonna hit me?”

Face softening, Dwayne replied, “No, course not, dummy. I’m not your father. You’re just not allowed to touch David’s wine. You know that.” He held his hand out to Laddie to help him up but the boy ignored the gesture and got up on his own, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff.

“This sucks. I’m not allowed to do anything. I hate you!” He ran off angrily, sneakered feet pounding on the dirt floor. Sighing, Dwayne followed and found Laddie sulking up on the crooked balcony. The boy was standing there overlooking the ocean, bottom lip poking out insolently. Dwayne put a hand on his shoulder.

“Laddie, c’mon. Don’t be mad.”

Turning to face the older male, Laddie fumed, “I can’t smoke weed, I can’t kill anyone, I can’t drink the wine. Geez, what’s a kid supposed to do for fun around here?”

“How about this - you wanna go flying with me?” Dwayne suggested, tugging on a lock of the boy’s overly-long brown hair. Laddie was growing it out because he wanted his hair to be as lengthy and handsome as Dwayne and Paul’s.

“I’ll take you. Does that sound like fun?”

His sulky face disappearing, Laddie thought that was a great idea. Because he was only a half-vamp, he couldn’t fly real well and relished any chance he got to get piggybacked over Santa Carla, way up where the bats flew, looking down at the miniature lights and cars and people below. Especially if it was Dwayne who was carrying him. With a grin, he replied enthusiastically, “Yeah! Yeah! I wanna go flying!”

“You got it, kid,” Dwayne said affectionately, picking Laddie up and swinging him around, depositing the boy on his back as if he weighed no more than a leaf. Laddie slung his small arms around Dwayne’s neck and his legs around the Indian’s middle.

“Hang on, amigo,” Dwayne drawled. “We’re going for a ride.”

Dwayne lifted off the balcony using his preternatural ability of flight, Laddie clinging tightly to him, and soared over the rolling ocean, up high, taking the boy through some tricky aerobatic moves, dips, climbs, twirls and mid-air somersaults, the older male whooping with glee every time the bottom dropped out of his stomach. Laddie yelled and screamed like a kid on a rollercoaster, loving it, his hair streaming out behind him, as was Dwayne’s raven mane beside him. Dwayne held onto Laddie’s skinny arms, making sure his passenger didn’t slip off. If the kid hit the surface of the sea from such a height it’d be like slamming onto a slab of concrete. But he wouldn’t let Laddie fall. Needing a rest, he took them both to the lighthouse past the dangerous cliff of Hudson’s Bluff.

“Don’t look directly at the light,” Dwayne called out as they flew closer to the warning beacon, his jacket flapping in the breeze. Obeying, Laddie averted his eyes. Avoiding the wide, bright beam of light that could potentially blind them, Dwayne landed safely on the wooden deck and swung Laddie down. Dwayne was panting with the exertion of the joyride. He ran his fingers through his ebony tresses, untangling the gnarls caused by the wind. Laddie was still grinning, showing all those big teeth.

“That was awesome!” he cried. “Can we do it again?”

Laughing, Dwayne ruffled the boy’s already-messy hair and pledged, “After I have a break, okay? I’m not an amusement park ride, y’know.”

Dwayne took Laddie inside the lighthouse and showed him how the beacon worked. Instead of a jumbo thousand watt bulb the size of an umbrella like Laddie had expected, there was only a medium-sized one and it was in the middle of slats of thick glass, arranged like louvers. One side of the bulb was covered so that the light would only shine one way. A glass case ensconced the device.

“The glass lenses refract and magnify the light, sending it all the way out there, for miles and miles,” Dwayne explained, pointing over the sea, his left hand spread on Laddie’s back. From inside the lighthouse, the beam wasn’t dangerous to their owl-like retinas as it wasn’t very strong and it was pointed in the opposite direction. It was only when the glass intensified it outside that it got blinding. Inside the room, it was no brighter than a lamp.

“Neat,” said Laddie, on tiptoe, peering into the case.

“Neat indeed. C’mon, let’s sit outside in the breeze,” Dwayne coerced, dragging his charge back out into the cool night. With the continuously burning light bulb, it was warm in there and Dwayne was still hot, a sheen of perspiration on his tanned brow. Doing all kinds of flying stunts like he had done was just as punishing as circuit training in the gym. Which he didn’t need to do anymore to keep his fit physique. Being a vampire meant not only eternal life but that he looked exactly as he did the night he was given David’s blood. He would always look as he did now. They all would. No exercise required. Bonus.

He heavily flopped down on the wooden deck, his back to the wall of the lighthouse shelter, still catching his breath. He spread his unbuttoned jacket open further, showing the expanse of his lightly-furred brown chest and the leather necklace with shells, bones and trinkets woven into it. He wiped his sweaty forehead with his red rag, the sea-breeze reducing his temperature rapidly. The view of the night-time ocean stretching out in front of him was spectacular, the moon reflecting off its rippling surface as far as the eye could see. Waves crashed below on the rocks. He could taste the moisture and salt in the air, hear the faint sounds of carousel music and smell popcorn and hot dogs wafting all the way from the boardwalk. Living in Santa Carla was the best. No place like it in the world. Everyone he cared about was here. Curly-haired Marko – one of his closest pals, David – his respected pack leader and role model, Star – who they all liked to tease as if she was their sister, blue-eyed Paul - his vampy chum and sometime fuck buddy.

And then there was Laddie. The kid plopped down between Dwayne’s splayed legs and leant back against his hard bare stomach, small hands on the older guy’s jean-clad thighs, strands of his hair lifting with the breeze and tickling Dwayne’s chest. The beam of light slowly travelled above them in a circular sweep, the broad ray vanishing into the horizon and alerting far-away ships of the treacherous shoreline. As he gazed in the same direction, Laddie could feel Dwayne breathing behind him and hear his heart thumping. He didn’t need to put his ear on Dwayne’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. With his semi-vampire senses, he could detect it easily. For some reason, whenever he got close to Dwayne, physically close like he was now, it seemed to speed up. Or maybe he was just puffed from all the flying, Laddie debated. As they soaked up the postcard view, Dwayne’s fingers went up to toy with the numerous buttons on Laddie’s military-style jacket.

“It’s nice up here, huh?” Laddie commented.

“Hmm,” Dwayne replied absently. “Sure is.”

Looking down at Laddie, who when standing was no taller than the bottom of Dwayne’s ribcage, was a constant reminder to watch over the kid and stop him from killing anyone lest he look like that for the rest of time. Much as he adored the tyke, Dwayne didn’t want Laddie to remain a child forever. He couldn’t wait to see how Laddie grew up. As a kid, Laddie was cute but Dwayne was betting as a young man he’d be stunning. His body would elongate and widen, he’d develop muscles, he’d get hair in places he didn’t have it now, he’d get stubble on that smooth face and an Adam’s apple would pop out and his voice would deepen. His hands and feet would get bigger. Those straight shoulder-length brown locks would tumble down his back in a shiny curtain, those wholesome eyes would darken with knowledge and awareness, his snub nose would narrow and lengthen, his jaw would get more angular and the puppy fat would melt off those dirt-smudged cheeks.

Nearly everything about Laddie would change over the coming years but two things Dwayne hoped would stay the same were his pretty eyelashes and his mouth. The kid had plush, pouty lips in a delicate shade of rose that Dwayne couldn’t help staring at. He knew it was wrong to stare at the boy like that and would never do anything to take his innocence away but he couldn’t help looking and admiring. That was the damn vampire in him. Wanting things, people, he probably wouldn’t have wanted if he was still a normal guy. Being a vampire meant his morals were drastically different to what they used to be. He was a killer now. He took lives. He fed off those lives. Of course his view of the world and the people in it would change. To him, everyone was fair game. Everyone was his prey regardless of age or sex or race because he was the hunter. Everyone had blood coursing their veins. Everyone appealed to him. Especially the half-human sitting before him. He didn’t want to kill Laddie, to feed off him like he did other humans. It wasn’t that kind of appeal. It was something ...else. Perhaps Laddie appealed to him because he was no ordinary child. He was still mortal but he had the hunger and the blood of an immortal within him. The same immortal blood Dwayne had within himself. Perhaps that was the lure. He didn’t know for sure. However, Dwayne was in no hurry to pursue that lure. He was an ageless being. He could wait a few more years. Until then, he was Laddie’s older brother, his guardian, his tutor and nothing more. At least, that’s how he had to behave. What went on in his head was a different matter entirely. Paul knew about his secret thoughts and said he was twisted but Dwayne couldn’t help the way he felt.

“Laddie, have you ever thought about going home and coming back when you’re older?” Dwayne queried musingly.

Craning his neck around to shoot Dwayne an appalled look, Laddie exclaimed, “I don’t wanna go home! My dad hits me and my mom doesn’t care about me. The only thing she cares about is getting drunk.” He pouted. “Why? Don’t you want me here anymore? Don’t you want me to be a Lost Boy?”

“No, no!” Dwayne hurriedly amended. “I didn’t mean that. I DO want you to be a Lost Boy. Just not yet. You should be at least sixteen, like Marko was. You really shouldn’t have drunk the wine yet, kiddo. Big mistake.”

“But I did and it’s too late now,” Laddie reminded him. “I’m a half-vampire. I can’t go home now. If my dad knew, he’d beat the shit out of me! My mom would lock me in the closet. You wouldn’t make me go home to that, would you? You wouldn’t let them do that to me?” Laddie appeared worried.

“No buddy, I wouldn’t,” Dwayne relented, hugging him, knowing that it WAS too late for Laddie to return home. He didn’t have much of a home to go home to anyway.

“I won’t send you back there, I promise. It’s just that you really aren’t old enough to be one of us yet.”

At Laddie’s crestfallen expression, he added, “But you will be. You just gotta be patient.”

“Aw, six years is a long time,” Laddie complained. “Why can’t I be one of you now? All I gotta do is make my first kill.”

“That’s the point - if you make your first kill, you become a full vampire. You will never grow old and you will never die. Never grow old, Laddie,” Dwayne stressed. “Think about it. You’ll stay ten forever. Do you really want that? You wanna stay a kid forever? Don’t you wanna get tall and get muscles and be able to shave like us? Don’t you wanna get big enough to handle a motorbike?”

“Yeah. I do.” Laddie sighed and faced the ocean again. “I guess I can wait till I’m sixteen. But it still bites in the meantime. I’m not allowed to do anything. I’m not even allowed to get laid! And don’t give me that look, Dwayne,” he admonished, knowing without turning around that the other dude was giving him a look. He could feel it boring into the back of his head.

“I know what sex is. I can’t help hearing David and Star every time they do it. But Star says I’m not allowed to have it.”

“Well, Laddie, that’s because you need to be able to make sperm before you can have sex,” Dwayne chuckled. “I agree with Star; you need to wait till you have pubes before you try hooking up with any chicks on the boardwalk. You‘re just too young for that.”

Sounding dejected, Laddie picked at a hole in the knee of Dwayne’s jeans and said, “I’m too young for everything, aren’t I?”

Dwayne replied slowly and ambiguously, “Not...everything,” forming a devious plan. Because Star was usually watching over Laddie like a hawk, being completely alone with the boy was a rare occurrence and Dwayne was powerless to stop himself from leaning in to inhale the freshness of Laddie’s silky hair, something he couldn’t do when Star or the others were there. He was drawn down further to nuzzle his neck, smelling the blood that pulsed just below his skin in blue veins, warm and fragrant, like spiced wine.

“You love me don’t you Laddie?” he murmured.

“Yeah.” Laddie swallowed, noticing Dwayne’s mood altering. “I love you, Dwayne.”

“Well, you know I love you and it’s because I love you that I’m gonna show you something special. Something really cool and fun. Something nobody’s shown you before. Something grown up.” His voice grew low and serious. “But you have to promise me that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I show you, not even Star. If you tell, I’ll get into big trouble with David and he’ll probably kill me and you don’t want that now, do you?”

“No. Of course not,” Laddie replied, sounding alarmed. “I don’t want David to kill you.”

“Then you gotta promise me you won’t tell,” Dwayne said, putting his fingers under Laddie’s chin and tipping his face up they could meet eyes, even though Laddie’s were upside down. “You gotta promise me that tonight will be our secret. Promise?”

Wanting to know what the cool, grown-up thing was that Dwayne was going to show him, Laddie eagerly agreed, “I promise.”

Moving Laddie’s head back down so he was facing the ocean, Dwayne instructed, “Okay, close your eyes.”

Laddie did so trustingly, chewing on his lip impatiently, fingers fidgeting on Dwayne’s thigh. With one bronzed hand, Dwayne moved Laddie’s brown hair away from his neck. The kid’s throat gleamed like a white calla lily in the moonlight. He brought his mouth down on the side of Laddie’s neck and the boy gasped and jolted, expecting the worst, but Dwayne didn’t bite. He licked and sucked at the spot, his saliva making contact with the boy’s skin. His saliva was like the vampire bat’s saliva. It had a local anaesthetic in it which numbed the skin. Vampire bats used their deadening spit on sleeping animals, such as cows or horses, drooling on the area near a vein so that when they bit them, the animal didn’t feel it and didn’t wake up. That way, the bat could feed for as long as it wanted, uninterrupted. Dwayne and the rest of the boys never bothered to numb their victims before biting them. It took too long and they didn’t care about how much pain they inflicted. They just enjoyed killing. But with their lovers, it was different. If a vampire chose a human just for sex, not feeding, they would be tempted to taste their conquest in the middle of lovemaking and would usually use the painkilling effect of their saliva, licking and sucking a particular section on the throat before sinking the fangs in. The preparation worked remarkably well. The human lover didn’t even know they had been bitten and all the bite mark looked like to them afterwards was a hickey. That’s what Dwayne was doing. He was numbing Laddie up.

Laddie didn’t know for certain what Dwayne was doing to him but once he got over the initial shock, it sure felt nice. He was relaxing and getting wound up simultaneously, kind of how he did when he swilled from David’s bottle. He felt like he was getting weak yet his heart was tripping, much like Dwayne’s was. The Native American’s mouth was hot and wet on his flesh and the strokes of his tongue were soothing and exhilarating at the same time. The dark stubble on his chin and upper lip prickled Laddie’s skin. He leaned more into Dwayne’s firm body, angling his head to give Dwayne more access to his neck, eyes shut in bliss, not purely because Dwayne told him to shut them. The fingers that were formerly fidgeting on Dwayne’s thigh were now intuitively caressing. He let out a groan. Suddenly, he realised what Dwayne was doing. Dwayne was making out with him, kissing his neck. Laddie had seen him doing that to Paul and the blond surfer always looked like he enjoyed it, closing his eyes and groaning similar to what Laddie had just done.

Just to be sure, he asked hesitantly, “Are you...um, making out with me, Dwayne?”

The older male stopped, licked his lips and admitted, “Yeah. Kind of. Is that okay?”

Laddie nodded, eyelids remaining closed, wanting him to keep on doing it. Dwayne pressed the point of his fingernail against the skin where his mouth had been.

“Can you feel that, Laddie?”

“Feel what?”

Knowing that the boy’s neck was anaesthetised, Dwayne informed him, “I’m going to give you a little nip now, dude. It’s not gonna hurt but it might feel a bit weird, like a tingle or something.”

Laddie stiffened, eyes popping open. “You’re gonna bite me?”

“Yes, but gently. It won’t hurt. I won’t hurt you. If you let me do this, we’ll be closer than ever,” Dwayne said persuasively, grazing the youth’s cheek with his thumb. “We’ll have a special bond that nobody else has. We’ll be like, true blood brothers.”

“Blood brothers?”

“That’s right,” Dwayne re-established. “Doesn’t that sound good?”

Laddie nodded again.

“But in order for us to be blood brothers, I have to bite you,” Dwayne explained. “Is that all right? Can I do that to you?”

He was going to do it anyway but if he had Laddie’s permission, if Laddie wanted him to do it, it would make the whole experience that much sweeter.

“It’s not going to hurt, right?”

“No,” Dwayne vowed firmly. “It won’t. I swear.”

“Okay,” Laddie eventually acquiesced apprehensively. “You can do it.”

“You’re not scared of me?” Dwayne questioned softly.

Laddie knew that when adults said something wasn’t going to hurt, it usually did. They normally lied to kids about that. But he also knew that Dwayne would never lie to him or cause him pain. In fact, he seemed to do everything he could to keep Laddie out of harm’s way, catching him if he tripped, pulling him out of the path of a speeding car, stopping a door from slamming on his fingers. If he did all those things, he wouldn’t deliberately inflict an injury. Laddie was nervous about what was going to happen but he wasn’t scared. The thought of being blood brothers with the cooler older guy that he idolized far outweighed any anxiousness he might have about the ceremony. It couldn’t be any worse than making a cut in his palm and smooshing it together with Dwayne’s, a ritual he’d seen in a movie where best friends became brothers by blood. He’d rather have Dwayne give him a little prick in the neck than slice into his own hand. And if Dwayne said it wasn’t going to hurt then he believed him. Maybe it was actually going to feel good. If it felt just as nice as before, when Dwayne was licking him, then he was looking forward to it.

Shaking his head, Laddie replied bravely, “Nuh uh. I ain’t scared.”

“That’s my boy. I just want to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, baby,” Dwayne purred, flicking his tongue under and over Laddie’s earlobe, making the urchin shiver with the pleasant sparks crackling down his neck and spine. Dwayne’s fingers were in Laddie’s hair, stroking his face, soft and gentle.

“Do you want it?” Dwayne whispered in his ear. He kissed along the boy’s jaw, giving him more of those spine-zapping shocks. “Do you want me to bite you, Laddie?”

Laddie gave a breathy moan, completely under Dwayne’s spell, eyes unfocused, body limp. He was putty in Dwayne’s hands. The raven-haired vampire was paying so much attention to him, touching him and kissing him as if he wasn’t just some dumb kid but somebody more mature and adult, making him feel alive and tingling and so not bored anymore. Screw the wine. He wanted this. This was much more exciting.

“Tell me, darlin’,” Dwayne urged seductively, needing to hear the words from the younger one’s own lips. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” Laddie begged, tilting his head in anticipation, exposing his throat, pulse racing furiously. “Please.”

Dwayne was hoping for a “Yes,” but he hadn’t expected a “Please,” to go along with that. Hearing Laddie actually ASK to be bitten was more than he even dreamt about and snapped that last thread of restraint he was grasping onto. He stifled a growl as his face changed instantly, the bestial side of him taking over. Laddie had seen Dwayne’s vampire face before so it didn’t frighten him. He had seen all of their vampire faces, except for Star’s. David was urging her to make her first kill of some guy called Michael she met on the boardwalk but she hadn’t done it yet. She was a half-vampire too but she was very careful not to let Laddie see that side of her. In truth, she didn’t like anybody to see it. The only person who had seen it was David and that was only because he was her boyfriend. She thought she looked ugly like that. Even though she didn’t. She actually looked gorgeous, as they all did. Nevertheless, playing Laddie’s adopted mother meant she had an appearance to maintain and she didn’t want him to think of her as anything but loving and kind and that meant the face must be hidden.

Laddie’s face changed every so often, when he got struck by the bloodlust and that was usually after he’d stolen David’s jewel-encrusted bottle and gotten drunk on the contents. He turned into an uncontrollable little demon-child, biting and snapping at anything that moved, and that’s why he was forbidden to touch the wine. Other times, like when he was really hungry and got that thumping in his head that told him a fresh pint of plasma was what he fancied, he was unaware that his fang-face was showing until Star hastily bought him some food to take away the pangs in his gut and prevent him from feasting on the poor pigeons. A raw steak usually did the job. After he ate that his face went back to normal. Laddie knew Star didn’t like seeing him like that so he learnt how to hide his vampire face too. But Dwayne never hid his.

The Indian’s dark eyes blazed red-ringed yellow, his forehead was bumpy and mammalian and his teeth were sharpened points of pearly white. Careful not to scratch Laddie’s fine skin with his tapered nails, Dwayne pushed the kid’s head more to the side and Laddie squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the bite. Lowering his head, Dwayne embedded his teeth into that patch of flesh that he had numbed and true to his word, it didn’t hurt Laddie. Not at all. Scarlet fluid welled up from the double wounds and as Dwayne tasted his metallic-sweet blood for the first time, the boy was overtaken with a dizzy thrill unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The pleasure was intense and consumed his whole body as the older male sucked on the column of his neck with a greedy mouth. Dwayne had one hand on Laddie’s chest, feeling his heart hammering behind his breastbone, and the other was on the side of the waif’s throat, the side he wasn’t sucking on. Laddie was utterly electrified, writhing in Dwayne’s embrace and clutching the vampire’s thighs. The kid was unable to think with the strong feelings passing through him, emanating from his neck, flooding his chest and stomach and sweeping along his legs like a high-voltage current. Whimpering, he involuntarily raised one tiny hand and buried it in Dwayne’s thick mass of hair, holding him there, not wanting him to ever stop. He could feel a strange hardness pressing into his back but it was just another of the many sensations that crowded his over-stimulated figure and he didn’t recognize what it was until later.

Unbeknownst to Laddie, who was too caught up in his own gratification to notice, Dwayne was enjoying the intimate act as well. Enormously. With the boy’s life-force sliding down his throat like nectar and warming up his belly, elation washed through the Native American in waves, swelling over every inch of his body, his torso, his gut, his groin, every vein and blood vessel feeling like they were filled with crystal meth. Laddie’s hand gripped his crow-black hair desperately, the other fastened onto Dwayne’s thigh like a vice, his little body shifting restlessly with white-hot paroxysms of rapture, mouth open and eyes closed in a face of sexual expression much too old for him. Both of them were suffused by the magic they were creating together, burning with lust and intensifying desire that drowned out everything around them, the waves, the wind, the light from the beacon. They couldn’t see or hear anything but a red haze of need that demanded to be assuaged. Dwayne’s hunger for the street kid should have dissipated with each swallow but he kept drinking, unable to bring himself to break the join between his mouth and Laddie’s skin, the fount of warmth bonding them forevermore. His blood was the most exquisite liquid Dwayne had ever tasted. He had never felt like this taking the blood of any mortal. Then again, half-breed Laddie wasn’t just any mortal. The ragamuffin’s helpless twisting and wriggling in the midst of his euphoric buzz meant that he was inadvertently grinding into Dwayne’s crotch and the older one groaned in his throat at the arousing movements, drawing harder on Laddie’s neck as if he was trying to suck out his very soul. Abruptly, Laddie jerked with an almighty convulsion, crying out and gasping, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his fingers clawing into Dwayne’s thigh and yanking on his long black hair. He was too underdeveloped to have a real orgasm, to ejaculate, but he had the next best thing to one, a full-body seizure of violent sensuality, and was left weak and trembling with the force of it.

Dwayne had a real one. Incapable of halting when he felt Laddie spasming in his lap, he crushed the boy closer to him, his lower back against Dwayne’s throbbing hardness, and let the younger male’s residual shudders bring on his climax. The Indian emitted short, muffled moans against Laddie’s throat as his groin surged with incredible ecstasy, his arms tight around the boy’s small, feverish figure, so tight all those buttons on the front of Laddie’s jacket left indentations in his forearms.

Finally releasing Laddie’s throat, Dwayne drunkenly breathed his love for the boy, telling him that he was beautiful, saying all the things one tends to say during the resultant afterglow, placing fond kisses in his satiny hair. Laddie collapsed in the crook of Dwayne’s arm, looking thoroughly exhausted. With a measure of concern, Dwayne checked his pulse and found it slightly weak. He didn’t mean to take so much of Laddie’s blood but it was just too difficult to stop once he’d started. Ah, the kid would be okay. He’d live. He was fifty percent vampire, after all. A decent sleep and he’d be full of beans again when he woke up. Speaking of sleep, it was getting close to dawn and Dwayne had to get them back to the cave before they got fatally sunburned and before Star had a fit. Knowing he’d get his ass kicked if he took Laddie back with a bite mark, Dwayne got rid of it using a clever vampire trick. He bit his own finger and rubbed the blood into Laddie’s wound. The regenerating properties in Dwayne’s immortal blood sank into the boy’s punctured tissue and healed the lovebite up instantaneously, leaving nothing, not even a bruise.

“Fuck,” Dwayne muttered, banging his head back against the wall, feeling the wetness in his jeans. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done and how unbelievable it had been. He hadn’t intended to do it but being in a romantic setting like a lighthouse drenched in moonlight, out in the ocean air, having Laddie all to himself with nobody else around – he just couldn’t resist having a sample of the brat’s sweetness and youthful purity. He didn’t know if he’d ever get that kind of opportunity again. He should have felt guilty for his actions but didn’t really. He wasn’t a priest; he was a freaking vampire. And Laddie was half of one. The pigeon-eating boy wasn’t exactly a haloed angel either. Still, if Star knew what he did she’d be highly pissed at Dwayne. Well, when it boiled down to it, his only crime was tasting Laddie’s blood. It wasn’t as if he’d fucked the kid or anything. He didn’t even touch him, not in that kind of way. He hadn’t hurt Laddie. All he’d done was make him feel good and in the process made himself feel very, very good. Proof of that was in his pants. Luckily, he had more jeans back at the cave.

Gazing at the unmoving, barely-breathing bundle in his arms, he asked in consternation, “Laddie, sweetie, you okay?”

“Mmm,” Laddie mumbled. “Jus’ tired.”

Peering at the boy’s marginally pale face, Dwayne enquired, “Did I hurt you?”

“Naw.” The kid opened his eyes and grinned. “That was even funner than the flying. Can we come back here and do it tomorrow night?”

Exhaling in relief, Dwayne brushed Laddie’s bangs away from his face and proclaimed, “For your own safety, bud, I don’t think we should. Besides, we’re definitely blood brothers now. We don’t need to do it again.”

Squinting at the second male speculatively, Laddie hinted, “Maybe when I’m older?”

Dwayne blinked, thinking the pup was more clued in and less naïve than he looked. Not so innocent. He must know more about what they just did than he had previously thought. And, astonishingly, wanted to do it again.

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Dwayne replied with a wink. “Who are you gonna tell about tonight?”

“Nobody,” Laddie pledged.

“And what have we been doing?”

“Flying. That’s why I’m so tired.” He smiled cherubically, wrapped his arms around Dwayne and kissed his stubbled cheek, snuggling into him.

“Correct answer. You’re a smart fucking kid,” Dwayne praised him in surprise. “Now, let’s get you home and in bed before Star sends out a search party.”

Not maybe. Totally, Laddie thought confidently as Dwayne scooped him up in those muscular arms.

...When I’m older...


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