Something Inside

Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical, nor do I make any profit off of the writing of this story.

Author’s Note: In honor of the Halloween season, the Twilight movie coming out in a month, and High School Musical 3 being out I’ve decided to post this story about vampires. Make no mistake, however, this is not based on Twilight and will be a little (or a lot) more risqué than a High School Musical movie. I love and appreciate reviews, so if you have time please feel free to leave one! If you decide the story is worthy of a flame, please be civil in your wording choice. Thank you and happy reading!

Warning: This story involves an established threesome relationship (M/F/F) as well as a homosexual relationship (M/M). It will also contain a good deal of sexual material and some language. If you aren’t into those kinds of things, please just don’t read it.

He was at home here. Here in the dark, here where bodies were pressed so tightly together that he could dance with an endless supply, all drawn to his unnatural beauty and grace. The music pounded through his body covered in skin tight leather and netting, making him feel almost alive again as endless pairs of hands copped feels that he didn’t even mind. When he was here, among those trying to lose themselves as much as he tried to forget who and what he was, he felt the most comfortable. He lifted his hands above his head, twirled around, felt arms come around his waist, a hand rest on his crotch as a jean covered erection rubbed into his ass. He smiled a little, coyly, even as his mind sighed heavily. He could never forget what he was. The hunger never let him go. He turned around in the strong arms that held him, arms he could break without a thought, and smiled at his current partner. He was really quite attractive. Over six feet, in great shape, olive skin, light brown hair streaked with blond, nearly black eyes.

And he was married. Well, that was unfortunate. Not only for him, but for the wife who had no idea that her husband took a week every year, a business trip he told her, took off his ring, and danced and slept with men. Why couldn’t people just learn to be themselves? He hid his scoff by leaning in to kiss the unprotected neck of the man who thought he was holding a beautiful, fragile boy in his arms. What would he say if he knew the fragile boy could think snap his neck and be gone before anyone even suspected something was wrong? He allowed the chaste kiss to become a sensual sucking when he felt the rumble of a groan in the man’s chest. When the arms tightened around him, he bit down, allowing himself a taste. The coppery taste both excited and repulsed him as he continued to suck for just a moment. The man was now groaning out loud and humping him in the middle of the dance floor, two hands square on his ass.

“John,” the man moaned in his ear.

“Evan,” he responded, “I don’t live far. Want to get out of here?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Then, come on, big man, let’s go. I can’t wait any more. I want you so bad.” He rolled his eyes at the words coming out of his own mouth as he pulled away and wrapped his arm around the man’s waist. The man was already feeling the euphoria of his initial bite and didn’t even think to question how they got out of the club and to a darkened alley so quickly.

“I thought we were going to your place?” John was cute when he was slightly confused.

“It’s so much naughtier, so much hotter, if we do it here. Don’t you think?”

“Uh, sure. But, do you have…I don’t want to hurt you…And I don’t have any protection with me.” Oh. He was courteous and thoughtful, caring about his potential tricks. Maybe he would let John live. Seemed like a decent guy to have in the world, despite the fact he cheated on his wife.

“Don’t worry, big man. I got everything we need. When you wake up, you’ll be in your hotel room and think you drank yourself into passing out. You won’t remember a thing about me. Don’t worry. You’ll be weak for a couple of days and your neck will hurt like hell, but you’ll live. Promise.”

“What?” John was primed to swing and run, but not fast enough. Before the big man could even twitch, he was pinned against the wall. He was aware that what the boy, not so young as he thought, was doing to him hurt like hell even as he was harder than he had ever been before. His vision was fading, he couldn’t breathe, his body began to twitch from lack of oxygen even as the boy pulled away and John saw the blood on his smiling lips.

Vampire. The word crossed his mind as he slipped down the wall. The blonde, somehow more beautiful with blood on his lips, straddled him and buried his hands in his hair.

“John, breathe,” the boy demanded and John complied. He took a gasping breath and came hard in his pants when the boy slipped his tongue, still covered in his own blood, in his mouth and jerked their hips together once.

“Vamp…” he tried to force the word out and the boy set a finger to his lips.

“Let’s not ruin it, John. Why don’t you go ahead and pass out now? Things will look better in the morning. Oh, and you really should tell your wife. It’s not good for either of you to live a lie.” The boy sounded so gentle, so sincere, that John complied.

Ryan Evans couldn’t help but sigh heavily as he laid the big man he had fed on in his hotel room bed. What would he give if he could have actually been putting a lover to bed? If he hadn’t had to have lied about his name and taken this stranger into a back alley? He stroked John’s hair away from his face.

“You’re always so gentle with them, Ryan. It’s admirable.” Ryan wasn’t surprised at the voice. He had known his sire and long time friend? enemy? acquaintance? was in the room as soon as he stepped into it.

“If you came just to make fun of me, Troy…”

“Not at all. We’ve made changes in the past fifty years, Ryan. If you visited more often…” He sounded sincere, but Ryan didn’t want to get into the old argument.

“We’re not getting into this right now!” Ryan couldn’t help the growl that escaped as he turned to the corner of the room and Troy stepped out of the shadows, put together and handsome as always in his business suit. Troy lifted his hands in submission.

“As you wish.”

“How did you find me?” Ryan asked quietly, moving over to the mini-bar and gazing longingly at the whiskey. Troy just raised an eyebrow.

“Need you really ask? You can’t just break a connection like that, Ryan. It was just made stronger when we turned you both. She misses you terribly. I was going to be gone and Council business anyway and she asked me to find you. How could I refuse my girl?”

“How is she?” Ryan gave in.

“Good. She’s happy. Or she will be as long as I bring you back with me. You needn’t stay with us, Ryan, but don’t make me force you back to see your own sister.”

Ryan spun around and hissed at Troy, who stood placidly, studying his nails. He caught a glimpse of thought in Troy’s mind that softened him a little. For all Troy tried to play the high powered business man with no feeling, his thoughts often betrayed him and he knew it. Ryan had a feeling he’d let it slip purposefully so that Ryan could see what he couldn’t lower himself to say out loud.
Please, please come back with me, Ryan. She’ll never forgive me if you don’t come back with me and I can’t stand it when she’s sad. Her tears break me.

Ryan sighed in resignation, “Lead the way.”

“Good choice, Ryan! Now, let’s go. I’ve been away from my ladies far too long.”

Troy smiled and threw back his head to laugh. Ryan just rolled his eyes. It would be good to see his sister, but even as he and Troy jumped off of the balcony together, and he looked toward the west, a great dread settled over his heart. Something would happen when he went west. For good or ill he couldn’t tell yet. He frowned as they began to run and wished, briefly, that he still believed in God enough to pray that it would be good.