Hey there! This fic is a collaboration between the wonderful Zilldk and myself, since we both love this book to bits and noticed the lack of fanfiction out there. We had to do something about it and so this little fic came to be. It will contain explicit, pornographic scenes between two males (Zillah and Nothing) and some violence, so if this bothers you, please feel free to leave. Also, we do not claim to come anywhere near Mrs. Brite´s brilliance, but we put a lot of effort into capturing the general mood of the book and do the characters justice.
SO, please, enjoy ^__^
*Chapter One*
Nothing sat behind the steering wheel of the dark van, staring out into the darkness. The stripes painted on the middle of the road flew by in a whirl of dust.
Nothing had never had a drivers license, let alone sat behind the wheel of any kind of vehicle until just a few weeks ago when Zillah had insisted that he did, in the middle of traffic, putting everybody's lives at stake for the mere fun of making Nothing bend to his will. Not that Nothing had minded, really, and the reasoning was sound after all, but the first couple of hours had been a chaotic mess and it was a miracle that they hadn't been pulled over or caused any major accidents.
But now he was getting the hang of it, and this night he felt the delicious rush of speeding down the deserted highway in waves of adrenaline and alcohol swirling in his bloodstream.
He looked to the side where Zillah sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as if far away in thought, but when Nothing turned his head he seemed to come back to reality. Nothing felt that deep pull in his guts when Zillah's green eyes seemed to melt into his soul and read all his secrets without effort, and he smiled a little, knowing very well that Zillah probably could, if he wanted to.
For the first time since they met, they were alone in the van. Molochai and Twig were spending time with Christian and Zillah had insisted that he wanted to go on a road trip with Nothing.
"To get some quality father-son time" as he eloquently had put it. Who could argue with that?
Nothing knew that it was wrong, what he was feeling, wrong to be attracted to his own blood in that way. But he didn't really care much. He had left the 'normal' world behind for good, and the night Zillah had helped him file his teeth into perfectly sharpened points, he knew that there were no turning back. Not that he wanted to, either. And sitting here, alone with Zillah only strengthened his resolve. This was where he belonged.
"How far do you want to go tonight?" he asked, since they had no real goal in mind. They were just driving, doing whatever came to mind.
Zillah just lifted a bottle, only half filled with a poisonous, green liquid to his lips, a small clicking sound drifting over the constant, soft humming of the van, melting into it, as the glass connected with his sharp teeth.
His lips twitched upwards around the bottleneck as Zillah remembered the less-than-happy, almost pained expression Christian had allowed himself to show when Zillah had informed him about their plans. Twig and Molochai had already excitedly entered the bar, 'testing' all the contents that had survived years and years in dusty, expensive bottles and were now swallowed like milk.
Zillah had graced their bartender friend with a sweet, absolutely mean smile before snatching a bottle of green Chartreuse from the counter, drawing his arm around his beautiful child and waved at them from behind.
With a tiny wet noise the alcohol splashed back down against glass as Zillah lowered the bottle into his lap, gaze wandering through the smeared, dirty window back into the black night. No light was guiding them towards a town, village or even a gas station. It was pitch black and lifeless outside. Bloodless.
How boring.
„Just keep driving," Zillah droned, full lips curling into an almost pout, the Chartreuse being lifted up again, before it was graciously offered to Nothing.
„Have some."
Nothing let his eyes wander to the bottle with the clear, green liquid he already knew would sear his insides. Chartreuse was by far the strongest liquor he had ever tasted, and the effect it had on him was definitely not insignificant. He had already learned to hold his booze, but Chartreuse was like green acid.
"You really do want me to run us into a tree, don't you?" he asked as he accepted the offered bottle. "I'm not sure if I will be able to grow my face back like you did."
Nothing knew better than to tease Zillah about that, about the meeting back in Missing Mile with Steve's baseball bat. But something in him felt rebellious tonight, and he knew that it was a touchy subject. Zillah had been handed his ass that day, and it definitely didn't sit well with him.
Nothing took a swig out of the bottle and felt the fire in his throat, burning down through his chest and all the way to his stomach where it set his blood on fire. He took a swig more and handed the bottle back, positive that one more would render him unable to drive.
„Why don´t we give it a try and see?" Zillah replied, baring his sharp teeth in a too brilliant smile that didn´t reach his coldly sparkling, black smeared eyes. His voice was too sweet, too friendly as well, like bitter, sour medicine whose taste was supposed to be covered by so much sugar that it turned syrupy and utterly disgusting.
'I would love to see your pretty face smashed in, see if you´re still that smug then' was what his eyes were saying, but it was covered deeply by green mist.
The brief flare of cold anger at being reminded of this very unpleasant encounter subsided quickly enough however, making place for a confident smirk, heavy, black lids dropping a bit.
A slender hand reached out, to pull black wisps of hair out of a pale, delicate face that shared some of Zillah´s own features. Leaning forward, his moist, Chartreuse wet lips almost touching Nothing´s pierced ear, Zillah let his sweet breath ghost over a white earlobe, fondling Nothing´s neck and feeling him shudder ever so slightly. Voice dropping to a low purr, Zillah´s other hand sneaked up into his son´s lap, slowly tracing black fabric and feeling warm flesh underneath.
„I´m bored."
Nothing felt a deep shudder run through his body from feeling Zillah's warm breath tease the sensitive skin below his ear, those words worming their way into his brain and implying all things unmentionable. And he wanted it, too! Wanted everything Zillah found in his mercy to offer, despite the fact that they were racing down the road at an insane speed.
When Zillah's hand snaked its way into his lap it didn't help things either, and for a moment the van swayed on its course while Nothing felt all his attention rush south. He felt his breath become heavy and it didn't take more than a few strokes before his young body reacted very physically to Zillah's touch.
Nothing knew all about Zillah's possessive nature, knew how cruel he could be to get his way, and he knew that the anger he had read in Zillah's eyes just a few seconds ago were real. If it pleased him, Zillah wouldn't restrain himself from hurting him, just to make his point. And still Nothing loved him more than he had ever loved anything in his short life before. His father, his lover. His saviour.
Zillah's pull in him made him turn his head, slightly tilting his face up to offer his mouth, to silently beg for a taste of those lush, moist lips on his own in a scorching kiss. He lost himself in it, let Zillah completely rule him while he eagerly sucked on Zillah's questing tongue, inviting him inside to devour his soul.
And suddenly a loud roaring sound of a car horn broke through the night, broke through the magic of the situation and bathed them in bright white light, as the oncoming truck seemed to aim directly at them. Nothing desperately yanked the steering wheel sharply to the right, pulling the van back into their own lane in the last second, just barely avoiding a dead on collision with the huge truck that blew past them with blazing horns.
"Fuck, that was… That was close" Nothing muttered when he had gotten the van under control again. His heart was still racing from the rush of adrenaline, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the just barely avoided collision or if it was from the kiss.
Zillah´s face had gone blank, his already alcohol induced mind not being able to process all the rushed movements. Once they were back on their side of the street he could feel Nothing´s rushed breathing, see the white knuckled fingers tightly curled around the wheel, his even paler face that looked like a skeleton in some ghost train with its hollow cheeks and dark rimmed eyes.
Slowly, Zillah broke into a smile, that turned wider and wider till the flesh was pulled from his fake, but not quite, vampire teeth and eventually he broke into a clear, deep laughter, throwing his head back, his slender frame shaking with mad amusement.
It lasted for a minute, before his pretty features settled with a smirk, his still hand on Nothing´s neck starting to tease and stroke again, as his eyes traveled over his son´s face.
„That was fun."
The bottle went up to his lips again, another swig being taken, before it was abandoned on the dirty, blotched floor where generations of half eaten candy was sticking to the once fuzzy floor mat.
A very unhealthy adrenaline rush was radiating from Zillah´s eyes, making them even greener, but it made him ache for more, and so he leaned over again, swiftly unbuttoning Nothing´s pants.
„Let´s try that again."
Nothing let out a soft gasp when Zillah popped his pants open, still shell shocked from the near collision only minutes ago.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, swatting Zillah's hand away. "Did you not realize that we almost got creamed back there?! You're insane!"
But when Zillah's hand found its way back, Nothing didn't protest. He felt the rush of danger settling in his mind, and despite the fact that he knew he should stop the car and get them off the road he didn't.
Instead he leaned his head back against the head rest and drew in a deep breath.
"You're insane" he whispered, feeling how his body yearned for this, yearned for Zillah's touch.
"This is insane!"
„Awww, don´t worry..." Zillah drawled, smirk widening, a pink tongue darting out to further moisten his already wet lips as his gaze dropped into Nothing´s lap where the evidence of his excitement stood up proudly, contradicting his words.
Long fingers curled around the pulsing, hot member, giving it a firm stroke, pulling rather roughly at it.
Zillah´s attention was drawn to another pulsing vein, bulging underneath thin skin and running along Nothing´s throat right into his rosy little brain. With his tongue the vampire traced it, leaving a slick, glistening path, the edges of his canines scraping the sweet flesh, without drawing blood. Yet.
„Daddy will take good care of you, my love."
Nothing let out a strangled sound as Zillah wrapped his hand around his hard cock, treating him none too gently. Zillah already knew that Nothing had a weakness for playing rough, and it seemed to please Zillah to no ends.
When he felt Zillah's tongue trace up along his throat his eyes drifted shut. The feel of Zillah's canines teasing him like that, promising the sweet pain and making Nothing's blood boil was almost too much for him, and combined with the rough handling of his sex it didn't fail to drive him mad.
"Z..Zillah…" he gasped, trying hard to keep the van on the road. He let go of the steering wheel with one hand, letting his fingers trace into Zillah's long hair, tangling in the strands. "Nngh, Daddy…" He moaned, completely lost in the building desire.
A thrill shot down Zillah´s spine, warping his senses for a moment. It excited him to no end when Nothing called him that, Daddy... He was a sucker for incest, he had recently found out, and he had no qualms about it whatsoever.
Not only that, but the van dangerously slithering on the dark road was fueling his crazy sense of anarchy and power, knowing that it meant no danger to him at all if the car wrapped itself around the next tree on the road. He was not that sure about Nothing, since he was still rather young, but no risk, no fun.
„You are not afraid, are you?" Zillah smirked, wrapping his lips around the pulsing flesh, feeling the throbbing carotid against the tip of his tongue, so lively, so beautiful, so full.
The vampire clenched his jaw, biting down, tearing a wound into the perfect throat and with a moan he sucked, greedily, relentlessly, lashes fluttering in ecstasy.
His hand was still working Nothing´s lovely cock, a long thumb brushing away a pearl of precum, a long, pointy nail lightly scratching over the thin slit that split the rosy head.
Nothing whimpered as Zillah sunk his teeth into his neck, tapped directly into his bloodstream and sucked greedily, making Nothing's head spin from the pain and the intensity of it.
The way Zillah worked his cock expertly, knowing exactly how to drive him mad with want only strengthened the desire building in Nothing's young body, and he quickly lost the last ounce of control. His hips thrust into Zillah's hand, desperate for more friction, and his moans were heady and so full of youthful lust.
He knew they were in danger, a tiny voice was screaming at him from some distant point in the back of his mind, but he paid it no heed. He couldn't. He wanted this too much, wanted Zillah with every fiber of his being, and it was pure miracle that had managed to keep the van on the road so far.
When Zillah's sharp fingernail traced the delicate flesh of the most sensitive part of his body he let out a sharp cry, thrusting into Zillah's hand again and ready to beg for just a little more, just a little rougher treatment. It was as if Zillah had possessed his mind somehow, filled him with an insatiable hunger, and Nothing felt himself let go of control far too easily.
It was too much and not enough, and as Zillah sucked greedily at his throat Nothing tightened his hand in Zillah's hair into a fist, almost ripping in his desperation to pull Zillah closer, to make him bite harder, rougher.
Zillah gave a low growl as his hair was mistreated by eager fingers clawing at strands of gold and green and Mardi Gras, but he was soon enough back to pressing his lips against the fountain of bliss that bubbled directly into his mouth. His tongue lazily twirled over the raw, rosy flesh, teasing the nerve endings that shot little jolts of pain up into the boy´s nervous system.
His lips smeared with blood, Zillah finally let go, biting and nipping his way up to Nothing´s ear again, his bloody breath warm and coppery.
„Tell Daddy what you want."
Before Nothing could answer however, Zillah´s hand jerked his son´s head around, not very gently, forcing his dark eyes off the road to capture his lips in a forceful kiss, letting Nothing taste his own blood, letting him lick it off Zillah´s tongue and teeth.
The car was madly swaying now, the thin wheels screeching on the asphalt, leaving stinking, dark stains in its wake.
Zillah didn´t care. His hand was still milking Nothing´s cock, sharp nails digging into the swollen flesh, leaving tiny little holes there. Flexing his palm, Zillah squeezed, hard, his ring and forefinger stretching down to reach soft balls, rubbing them, rolling them around.
Finally he withdrew from the bloody kiss, releasing Nothing high on blood and Chartreuse.
„You might even get it..."
Nothing was completely breathless when Zillah finally broke the kiss, and an almost unbearable sense of loss suddenly filled his mind. The taste of blood lingered on his tongue, the coppery taste so blissful and full of promises, making him cry out in a pained longing for more. The strong taste of liquor blended with the blood and made Nothing's head spin, and the half promise Zillah whispered weren't nearly enough.
Suddenly a new feeling emerged, hard and relentless. Rebellion. Nothing clenched his teeth and let out a snarl, yanking the van off the road and into a deserted parking lot just as they passed it on the side of the road, stomping the brake and causing the wheels of the van to skid out before it pulled into a sudden stop only a few feet from a large trunk of a tree.
The hard brake momentarily shook Zillah away from Nothing, throwing them both forward in their seats, and the separation lent Nothing the space he needed to push Zillah completely off of him.
"You're insane!" he yelled, anger flaring as he got out of his seat and yanked the door in his side open. "You're gonna have us both killed!" He jumped out of the car and tucked himself back into his pants, walking away from the van into the darkness surrounding him in angry strides without any particular destination in mind.
He felt the adrenaline pumping in his veins, felt the throbbing pain from the wound in his neck and the slow trickle of his own blood running from it to paint a scarlet line down over his collarbone and further down his chest. He felt his aching erection, painfully forced back into the confines of his tight pants and it was driving him insane.
"Pervert!" he yelled into the darkness, back towards the van where Zillah had gotten out into the cool night, too. "Incestuous, crazy pervert!"
tbc?
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