Sweet Dreams are Made of This...

Authors Note:::
THIS is more on par with my normal writing style and quality...
Hopefully I can just get the Formatting to agree with me.
But THIS is a story I'm actually rather fond of... And hey, I'm insanely overfond of the pairing, so double bonus...



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He sighed as he lazily paged through one of his newer dirty magazines, licking his lips and smirking slightly at the colorful pages, the beautiful blond girl on the pages was posed all coy, though not leaving anything to the imagination with the way her skirt was gathered up like that...



He picked up the magazine and rolled over onto his back, staring up at it.



This happened every so often to Paul, he wasn't stuck in the cave tonight by choice, no... He'd went and said something stupid and pissed off David again.

It wasn't his fault, really, David should know not to take the shit he says after a good feed seriously! Though he supposed the comment about star had been more than a bit out of line...



Oh, well... The result was that he wasn't allowed out for a few nights. Oh, he could leave with the others to go feed, but he had to come right back. It was boring as hell, even WITH his collection of skin mags and countless tapes, there was only so often a night a guy could jack off to JUST a picture, ya know?!
He smirked a bit at that, well, he supposed he was doing a decent job at testing that theory lately, much to the annoyance of the other Boys. David had already told him once that if he ever did it in the main room again, he was going to burn all his mags, after that he'd decided to stick to his private room for that kind of thing, better safe than sorry after all.



He purred quietly under his breath, awkwardly holding the magazine open above him as he smoothed his other hand down across the front of his pants, sighing quietly in pleasure as he worked at undoing the fastenings, in his mind the blond 'schoolgirl' from the pages was doing far more interesting things than just flash herself for the camera, and he let out a very quiet pleased moan as he slipped his hand into his pants, cupping his growing erection and stroking it slowly, letting out the occasional pleased quiet sigh.

He'd always thought it kind of odd, when he was with a partner he usually got pretty loud, but all by himself it was different. Quieter. Nearly something to be savored a bit more... Though perhaps that was just because it was usually a bit more drawn out of a process?



He set aside the magazine, his eyes fluttering closed as he slowly worked his now hard cock in one hand, his breath coming in quiet gasps as he trailed his fingertips along the underside, scratching very feather light along the top with his thumb nail. He arched his back slightly, arching into his own touch and biting his bottom lip lightly, moving his other hand down to cup and caress his balls, the slightly increased pleasure making his want to let his fangs sharpen, so he let them, savoring the coppery spike of flavor when he drew a drop of his own blood, though technically it was stolen from the cute mousy girl he'd fed from earlier in the night. He liked to think it still carried the slight sweet flavor of her innocence, though he knew that wasn't ever the case.



He nearly stilled at a quiet sound from out in the hallway, but instead of stopping he just listened, still lazily stroking his cock and purring quietly under his breath, he knew the person standing just out of sight was one of the other boys, and he made a quick decision. He could have stopped and acted innocent, as if he hadn't been doing what he'd been doing, but he knew none of the others would have believed that, and he'd have probably heard about it for the next month. So instead he just kept on with what he had been doing, though slightly exaggerating each motion, licking his lips and smirking in a self-satisfied way as he worked his dick in his hand, stroking it a bit more roughly, arching his hips and back just that much more and shaking his hair out of his face.

His actions were shortly rewarded by a sigh, so quiet he nearly missed it, and the sound of someone adjusting themselves as if slightly uncomfortable... But if they weren't going to say anything, he'd damn well let them suffer, out of embarrassment or arousal he didn't give a damn in that second. He knew what he looked like, sprawled out across his bed, the tie-dye sheets an odd counterpoint to the rest of him, almost innocent in comparison, his hair splayed out around him in a messy golden halo, wearing only his net top and pants, though the latter was shoved down low over his hips, probably no doubt not only leaving nothing to the imagination about what he was doing, but damn near showing it off.

Paul chuckled as he pulled his hand back, hissing quietly in discomfort at moving his hand, though quickly bringing it up to his lips, licking across his palm wetly, moistening it before moving it back to stroke his cock, now panting quietly and occasionally making small needy sounds.



Which was again rewarded, this time by a muffled curse, and Paul grinned wickedly at that, knowing now exactly who was standing there, and even by the muffled tone supplied with an image of his friend, he was probably standing back in the shadows looking uncomfortable as hell, one hand probably pressed over his mouth, lightly chewing his nails in the way only he seemed to be able to pull off so well, and in the way that annoyed the hell out of Paul.



He blinked up at the ceiling and sat up slightly, staring at the dark archway that led tot he hall, "Dude... Are you going to stand out there all damn night?" He chuckled, a low sinful sound at the quiet startled gasp his friend gave, Paul continued, encouraged by the fact his friend hadn't bolted at that.
"Or are you going to get you're ass in here and help?" He knew how tempting his voice could be at times, and he really wanted some help just then.

His friend's only response was a quiet sigh, the sound of him shaking his head and the quietly stepping into the room, "What the hell would you want my help for?" Paul smirked at that, "Damn, man... Are you really as innocent as you look?" He chuckled at the offended and irritated look his curly haired friend shot him, "'Cuz if I need to explain the mechanics of a guy pleasing another guy to you, I think you need to go back to school or some shit..."

"Fuck you... Jackass." Marko was annoyed, Paul always thought his friend looked particularly 'cute' when he was annoyed or startled, of which he was both just then.
"You wish." Marko snorted at that, "In you're sick dreams maybe... You're pretty fucked up, you know that?" Paul grinned unrepentantly, "Of course I am, if it was possible to get a degree in fucked up fantasies, I should have it."

Marko laughed, that part was very true when it came to Paul, and all of them well knew it.



"So... What the hell do you want?" Paul smirked at that, "I dunno... Wouldn't say no to a little help..." He purred and slowly trailed his hand up and down along his dick to illustrate the point, Marko just shook his head and snickered, "No way, man... That's you're own mess to deal with..." And with that he turned and took a step toward the door, though Paul easily noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders and grinned all the more wickedly. "You help me and I'll help you..."



Marko froze at that and glanced over his shoulder, seeming hesitant though before he said anything Paul knew he'd already won, "Fine... But you fuckin' tell either of the others and I swear, I'll fucking stake you in you're sleep and burn you with you're damn magazines." Paul had to fight not to laugh at his friend's words, as the so closely mirrored what one of the others had told him just the week prior.

"No fucking problem, just get you're ass over here before I completely fuckin' loose it or some shit..." Both of them knew that wasn't near the case, Paul more so than Marko, as only he himself knew how long he'd been at this before his friend found him.



Marko made his way over to the bed a bit slowly, shedding his jacket as he did, dropping it to rest at the foot of the bed before sitting down and kicking off his boots, Paul watched him more than a bit lustfully, the firelight shimmering along his eyelashes, his eyes half closed in pleasure, though he sighed when Marko just sat there, seeming slightly nervous.

"What, you seriously never done this kinda thing before?"
Marko shot a heated glare back at him, "Once or twice maybe, but sure as hell never with you..." his friends voice was a quiet agitated growl as he bit out the words, and in that moment Paul decided he was going to have fun with this, as it might be a rare chance, probably even rarer than he knew. He licked his lips and pulled his hands away from himself, his lust filled thoughts finding a new much more interesting target to latch onto, but instead of mere thoughts, he could actually toy with his friend and see what all reactions he could get out of him.



Marko raised one eyebrow eloquently at Paul's suddenly very self-satisfied look, but didn't move when he crawled toward him, even so much as letting him push him back on the bed, though he had to wonder 'When did this become about me..?' as Paul trailed his hands all along his body, purring like a cat as he rubbed against him, letting his sharp nails make short work of Marko's tank-top, tearing it down the front and making him growl in annoyance until he leaned down and licked wetly across one of his nipples, nipping it with the slight points of his fangs before sliding down, his long fingers making quick work of undoing the fastenings on his friend's chaps and jeans, Marko arching up against the touch, his arousal just as obvious as Paul's own even underneath the denim and leather. Paul's own slightly painful arousal was forgotten as he pulled his friend's chaps and jeans low across his hips, purring at the sight of his friend's already hard cock, and taking it in his hand, still slightly slick from moments ago and stroking along the length slowly, making Marko let out a quiet needy sigh, Paul smirks at him for that.

"This can't all be because of me..." Though he chuckled at the thought, Marko shook his head 'no', "Nah, you just made it a hell of a lot worse... Aah... Bitch on the Beach was too drunk to be of any use..." The both share a quiet laugh at that, Paul can tell by the slight flush and warmth clinging to Marko's skin that at least the girl was useful for that if nothing else.



"Yah, well... It's you're lucky damn day, isn't it?" He smirked deviously, Marko just purred loudly, arching against Paul's hands, he watched as his friend's eyes fluttered closed, his breaths quickening as his own had only moments earlier, and with a wicked grin he inches down along his friend's body, still stroking his cock slowly, trying to illicit as many sighs of pleasure as he could from him, though once he was in the right place he leaned in and licked firmly along the underside of Marko's dick, chuckling quietly at his friend's startled yelp of pleasure, looking up at his startled face as he took his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the underside as he took in all of his length, purring loudly and savoring the strangled yelp sound Marko made, a noise that quickly switched to pleased growls and panting as Paul pulled back off his length only to take all of it in again, letting one of his hands move back down to his own dick, stroking it as he worked at pleasuring his friend this way for now.

Though when Marko started making the occasional quiet whine, sounding more adorable than sin to Paul, he pulled back, swirling his tongue around the tip of his friend's cock before letting the suction go with a quiet wet 'pop', Marko blinked up at him, his fist tightening on the sheets underneath him at the sudden loss.



"What the fuck? Why did you stop?!" Paul just snickers at his friend's outraged yelp, "Because I wanted something else, now shut up before I change my mind..."

"But... What, Ok, what the hell do you want?" Paul always loved making people get that needy desperate tone, it was better than Metallica to him some days, perfect music.

"I told you it was you're lucky damn day, didn't I?" He grins wickedly, though his voice takes on a dangerous edge, "Though you tell anyone I asked for this and I'll shove you're ass out into the sun..."

Marko's only reply is a very curious smirk, Paul leans down and bites his inner thigh roughly, making him yelp. "Fuck, Ow! Fine! What the hell?!"

Paul grins wickedly, knowing his friend wasn't going to believe him when he asked... But it was an itch he'd had for over a month, and it was about damn time to deal with it. "You ever fuck a guy before?" Marko just stared at him, stunned and shocked as hell, and Paul found that the most attractive thing he'd seen all month. "I'll take that as a no?" He chuckled quietly, "I presume you know the how-to at least?" Marko slowly nodded at that, still looking shocked and a bit breathless, though starting to believe his friend as to what he as asking for.
"Good, that's one less thing to explain..." Marko just looked a bit stunned but then very slowly started to grin, getting that very familiar knowing smirk that Paul was always secretly fond of.
"Do you have anything..?" Marko's voice was rough with lust and Paul liked that, it meant he was going to get what he wanted, He purred quietly and nodded, leaning over to snag a small bottle of lube off the floor next to his bed, glancing over his shoulder at Marko with his ass still in the air for a moment, grinning wickedly at Marko's look. He didn't mind that his friend was new to this, he liked it rough, so that worked out fine with a lack of experience, though he was rather sure Marko would be good enough in his own right, having seen him with others before... Paul popped open the small bottle and poured some of the lube onto his fingertips, spreading it between them before handing the bottle to Marko with a quiet needy sigh. He shimmied slightly as he sat up, slipping his pants even lower so they'd be out of the way before dipping his hands between his legs, trailing the one with droplets of lube on it back farther, trailing across his balls and then back to his ass, absently rubbing it into the crease before moving his hand back to wrap around his dick, stroking it absently, arching his back as he did and watching Marko spread some of the clear shiny lube across his dick, purring at the sight.



"So... How do you want me?" Paul grinned, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, again letting his fangs sharpen a bit and biting down, intentionally letting a drop of blood slip free to trail down across his chin and drip onto his chest. He greatly enjoyed the look Marko got at that, also loving that it made his friend's eye color spark though with hints of red and yellow, and the growling needy tone in Marko's voice was also a plus. "Hands and knees would be easiest..." Paul nodded his consent to the pose and leaned forward, grabbing a hold of Marko's hair with his free hand and roughly tugging, encouraging his friend to sit up before turning his back to him, glancing over his shoulder to watch as Marko scooted up behind him, seeming slightly uncertain as he trailed his hands along Paul's sides, testing the feel of gathering up a handful of his hair and pulling as he rubbed his dick against the crease of Paul's ass, making him arch back against him and hiss quietly in pleasure. Marko trailed his sharp nails down along Paul's back, leaning in to lap at the occasional drop of blood, and for now just enjoying the feeling of grinding against his ass, testing the feeling as much as he was enjoying the hell out of it.

Paul whined low in the back of his throat, reaching back with one hand to dig his nails sharply into Marko's hip, "Hurry up or we're switching..." In spite of the needy whine his voice was a quiet growl, startling his friend and irritating him, making him dig his nails into Paul's hips sharply, drawing blood as he jerked him back against him.



"Who wanted me to top again..?" Marko leans down and growls into Paul's ear, biting down sharply on his shoulder, making Paul arch back against him with a strangled cry of pleasure, "Just... For fuck's sake... Please?!" Marko smirks at the quiet plea, he would bite his nails, but his hands were a bit too pre-occupied just then as he edged back from Paul, moving one hand down and between them to position his dick, pressing the head of it against the pucker of Paul's ass, he had the thought to try and make sure his friend was prepared, but his annoyance and Paul's quiet plea made him careless... Though if he'd have only know that was Paul's intent, he perhaps wouldn't have reacted the way he did, Paul yelped in pain and pleasure as Marko thrust his hips forward, only slightly unexpected as he buried his dick to the hilt in Paul's ass. Both sat there for a split second, slightly stunned, both their minds reeling from the pleasure, Paul's from having his needs and desires finally met, Marko's dick stretching him and filling him perfectly, Marko was dizzy from the pleasure of it, the heat wrapped around his dick tighter than anything he'd known before, he definitely still would prefer girls, but he could see loosing himself in this on occasion.



After what seemed like at least an hour to both of them, though it was less than a dozen seconds, Marko let up on the tight grip he had on Paul's hips, right about the same time Paul decided to jerk his hips forward, nearly pulling himself off of Marko's length only to slam back against him, again pulling a slightly louder cry of pleasure and pain from him, Marko's own yelp of pleasure echoing in the room and making Paul that much more aroused, that much harder, though he thought that impossible. Marko dug his nails back into Paul's hips sharply before letting up, smirking to himself as he moved one hand up to gather up a handful of Paul's hair, tugging sharply once he realized his friend seemed to be enjoying the pain, his other hand reaching around, wrapping around Paul's dick and stroking it roughly, making him moan loudly in pleasure, if he hadn't been so wound up he would have laughed. But as it was he could only manage a quiet growl, pulling out of Paul before slamming back in again, though wincing slightly at the force of it as Paul bucked back against him as hard as he did, he growled a bit louder and let himself shift over, his fangs sharpening as he thrust into Paul again, this time biting down on his shoulder as he did, his fangs digging deep and drawing his friends blood, at the taste he found his hands slipping free of Paul's hands, letting go of his dick, even though it made him whimper, and moving back to rest on his hips, using the grip he had there to give himself better leverage, pulling his friends hips back against him as he thrust into him, lapping at the blood that seeped down across Paul's back as he did.

Paul squirmed a bit, panting and whimpering in pleasure, trying to adjust so that when his friend thrust into him next he'd brush perfectly across that special place, he let one hand hold him up on the bed, his other moving down to wrap around his dick, his movements erratic as he stroked himself roughly, and when Marko thrust into him next he was rewarded for all the painful squirming, the bolt of pleasure that shot up along his spine, exploding like tiny fireworks behind his closed eyes made him let out a loud cry of pleasure. A cry that actually startled his friend and made him nearly loose his rhythm, though he just bit down harder and renewed the intensity of his thrusts.



Again, Marko would have laughed, and he probably would later as he listened to Paul, his friend's low moans and whines intermixed with strung together nonsense curses was actually pretty damn funny, but just then he couldn't think past the intense pleasure, he could tell by the tense feeling creeping up along his spine and the tightening of his balls that he was going to come soon, he was also pretty sure by Paul's volume that his friend was closer than he was. Paul thrust back against him, fisting his own dick roughly, his breaths running together to become a near constant low moan, as worked up as he was he never noticed the slightly evil look Marko got as he moved his hands up to Paul's shoulders, digging his nails in deep as he thrust into him extra hard, likely hard enough to bruise both of them, though they were both beyond caring, especially when Marko raked his sharp nails down along Paul's back, drawing blood easily and letting it sprinkle down around them both. The added spike of pain mixing so well with the pleasure that Paul tensed, his muscles clenching around Marko's dick as he found his release, not caring about the mess he made at all, spurting thick white cum across his hand and bed.

It only took Marko a few more hard thrusts into the tight heat of Paul's ass and he was shuddering against his friend, much quieter, just letting out a low moan and grinding hard against his ass as he came deep inside him, Making Paul purr and then wince slightly, though it was a good kind of pain, one that made him dizzy and giddy with the pleasure of it, as he tried to collect himself and let Paul breathe for once he leaned forward and licked at some of the scratches on his friend's shoulder, shuddering slightly, even though he was spent, the flavor made his dick twitch slightly where it was still buried deep in Paul's heat, the small movement in turn made Paul hiss quietly in pleasure and then laugh a bit raggedly.



"Heh, dude... Stop that, or we'll be back where we started again...", Marko shook his head and pulled back, sliding out of Paul as he did, and falling back slightly to rest on his knees, at Paul's quiet whine at the loss of being filled so perfectly, he wraps his arms around his friend and pulls him back with him, scraping his teeth along the exposed skin of his back, purring quietly.

"Mmm... Knew you'd be good at that..." Paul murmurs, a bit too self-satisfied for Marko's liking, causing him to sharply dig his nails into Paul's sides, making him yelp and jerk away from him with a growl, "What the fuck?!" Marko snickers at Paul's tone and just shrugs.

"You good now?"

Paul's only reply is to glance over his shoulder before sprawling forward lazily onto his stomach, grinning at Marko like he'd just been given the best sinful reward ever. "'good' doesn't come close... I'm fuckin' fantastic..." Marko smirked a bit at that and shook his head, yah, it had been really dizzyingly good, but he wondered if his friend wasn't overreacting... Though when he tried to stand and immediately had to sit back down again he knew, snickering as he decided to stay sprawled across the bed lazily, deciding he didn't give a fuck if the others ragged on him about it... No way in hell was he moving just then... Maybe in an hour...



"Hey... Want a smoke?" Marko glanced over at Paul, who had just lit a joint and was lazily watching the smoke trail upward, though he looked at Marko and held it out, offering, Marko snagged it and took a drag before handing it back, mentally adding 'Ok... Maybe not even after an hour...' And slowly exhaling the smoke, watching the wisps lazily.