The way you love
Have you got a name for it?
Cause I don't understand it
Language is an annoying necessity
And I depend on all the regular things
Got a list tattooed on my memory
Of how our tryst should unfold
"Christian" Nothing let the name fall from his mouth in a sigh, head rolling back as his hips worked lazily to ride his father's slowly swelling cock. Christian was moaning absently against the sheets, dazed and tired, his dark eyes heavy lidded as he looked up at the lithe boy. This was the twelfth time in the space of a few hours that they'd made love and Nothing knew that Christian was allowing it to continue simply because he didn't have the strength to deny anything to him. Nothing just couldn't get enough of it tonight. Each orgasm sent a blissful shudder of pleasure through his body and as they built and built he simply felt hot and tingling all over, throbbing with warmth.
Christian murmured to him the word 'angel' and Nothing laughed tiredly, flexing his hips and crying out in surprise as another orgasm took hold of him. They were dry now; there was nothing left for him to pump out over Christian's stomach. The pleasure simply came in a consuming tingle of pins and needles before it subsided, leaving him shivering. Christian was fond of calling him that name when they made love, 'angel', because of the halo of blonde hair Nothing had. He had let the black grow out because Christian had been always kissing the small circle of regrowth on the crown of his head, telling him that he had been beautiful as a golden haired baby.
The elder vampire went soft inside him again and Nothing finally relented, separating their two bodies and laying beside Christian. He relished the throbbing deep inside, the pain of being raw and abused from overuse, from insisting that Christian fuck him harder and harder, to not stop because it felt so fucking good. Christian had only done as he was asked; whispering loving words to Nothing as he pounded into him hard enough to shake the bed. His father detested violent lovemaking but did so at first request anytime it so struck Nothing's fancy to have it that way.
Nothing lit a cigarette and sucked on it lazily, putting his head on Christian's shoulder and nuzzling him in-between drags.
"I love you, daddy" he purred "Thank you for fucking me so well. I love to have your cum so much"
"Nothing" Christian's tone was slightly chiding, he did not like such vulgar things to spill from his child's mouth, he was still smiling though and not angry in the slightest, so tired but full of love as always. Nothing stared up at him with wonder at his unfailing kindness, no matter what he said or did, this creature so many years stronger than him; he would never seek to harm or to punish him. It was still a difficult thing to get used to, even after these 3 years that they had spent together.
"I love you" he said it again and Christian kissed his flushed cheeks.
"I love you too, my angel, my Nothing, my child" he said simply "But you must get up. I will need to feed now that you have drained such volumes of fluid from my body and I need you to tend the bar for me in my absence".
Nothing pouted and sighed, rolling over and dousing his cigarette in the ashtray that Christian had placed beside the bed. The smoke irritated Christian's delicate senses but he allowed Nothing to smoke in bed beside him without complaint. He did so much for Nothing when he knew deep down that he was undeserving, that he had no right to Christian and this wonderful life that they had built together. That idea that he was worthless could never truly be banished from Nothing's mind, put there by his biological father and nurtured through years and years of abuse.
"Alright but will you shower with me before you go?" he questioned, lips quirking in a suggestive grin.
"No child, I must go now. There is no time for that" Christian said and kissed his forehead. Then he was up and dressing himself and Nothing thought that was probably best. He could feel that Christian was desperately hungry now and if he'd gotten him into the shower he would have coerced the elder vampire into fucking him again. Just the thought of it had him feeling that ache inside and he grumbled to himself unhappily as he made his way there alone and got under the spray.
Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy
I drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney,
No, put your money away unless you would like to use it to buy everyone here at the bar a round" Nothing said softly, eyes flashing dangerously as he pushed away the hand of a man who was thrusting a hundred dollar bill at him. It was not so unusual for people to try to give him generous tips in the hopes that he could be so easily brought but it always irritated him, more so when Christian wasn't there to politely insist that they leave.
The regulars knew better then to try anything with him, the beautiful blonde kid who looked too young to be mixing drinks and far too young to be fucking around with the owner. There was an understanding with them and Nothing had grown to like spending his nights working here quite a lot, he felt at home and truly comfortable here. Some of the kids who took shelter in Christian's bar each night had even become almost like friends to him. It was probably because they were lost kids, abandon kids, sad kids, just as Nothing had been before Christian.
Besides they were all so beautiful and they shared their drugs freely. Sometimes they offered to share their bodies also and Nothing was secretly flattered by that, though he would never let himself be too tempted. Christian was the only one who got to fuck him.
"The fuck are you turin' your back on me for ey? I got the money, I wanta give it to you as a gift. You look like you could use it, so don't fuckin' act like you're too good for it" the drunk man persisted and Nothing clenched his teeth. He was angry now but he would not cause trouble for Christian and this bar by tearing the jerks throat out. Never in the bar, never near the bar, those were Christian's rules about feeding and Nothing would not break them for anyone. That would hurt Christian and he would never hurt his father.
"I'm cutting you off" he said politely instead, turning back to the man. His hands went to his hips and Nothing wasn't aware of how that gesture made him look. It drew attention to his hip riding black jeans and sooth pale flesh between them and the stomach baring black singlet that hung loosely over his torso. It slipped about his slender form and revealed the bars that pierced his pale pink nipples. Those Christian only allowed him to wear when they went out or when he was at work and Nothing loved more than anything the sensation that he got when they were tenderly removed each morning. Christian would usually take them in his mouth once the bars were gone and suckle at them one at a time, teasing the sensitive flesh until Nothing cried out. Nothing often had to push them through healed flesh to put them back in place at night but he enjoyed that too. Not all of the masochistic pleasures that Zillah had introduced him too had been abandoned by him after all.
Now they were inciting sexual arousal in this piece of scum though and Nothing could smell it. It disgusted him because this man disgusted him; he was old and ugly and had an unnatural interest in young boys.
"I get it. You're just put out here by that queer to tease us, is that so?" he accused angrily, moving around the bar without permission and advancing on Nothing. "Well that ain't right! Can't fuckin' put somethin' like you out for display only, just to get us all worked up, It ain't right" he rambled.
Nothing bristled, not scared of this drunken fool but so full of rage that he could feel himself trembling. This man wanted to take from him what only Christian could have, he would force him to give it if he could. The vampire growled low in his throat.
"Get out of here you old fool" Nothing's voice was full of venom and for a moment the drunk glimpsed something not right about his teeth, for a moment they looked like fangs. Nothing stepped closer and backhanded him viciously over his cheekbone, everything in him prepared to drain the life from the bastard right then and there. The human stepped back with a cry of pain and stumbled, fell back against a hard surface and started.
"You are no longer welcome in this establishment, please leave now and do not seek to bother my son again" Christian said darkly as the man turned to face him in fear. He stumbled around the tall male then and began to run, fleeing the bar and shouting that they were 'incestuous' that this bar was 'full of fucking crazy people'. At that a rowdy group of teens who had been watching the display laughed and cheered, raising their glasses and shouting out that they were proud to be crazy.
"I'm sorry" Nothing said dejectedly, looking at the floor. Christian had trusted him to run things and he'd stuffed it all up.
"For what? You've done nothing wrong" Christian said sincerely, his gaze questioning and warm. Nothing looked up at him and found himself struck by the heat that flushed the elder's skin, he'd just fed of course and looked like all things delicious and warm and comforting. Without any care for the fact that there was other's looking on, Nothing threw himself into Christian's arms and buried his face against his neck. He didn't say anything more, thinking only of Christian and not about the fact that he had very nearly murdered a man right in their home, that he had wanted to do it.
Things went smoothly from then, Christian stayed to work the bar beside Nothing for the rest of the night even though it wasn't very busy. Nothing ended up sneaking off early to join a group of children who were playing some sort of drinking game that involved downing shots of liquor strong enough to burn a hole through Christian's stomach. He winced internally to see it but didn't object of course, Nothing liked to do things like this, he found it fun and Christian knew that he would be the one to benefit from his son's lack of inhibitions later on.
By the time they closed up though Christian had to carry the drunken Nothing upstairs, the young vampire unsteady on his feet and unable to see clearly enough to make it up the stairs.
"They were adding narcotics to the drink weren't they?" Christian said despairingly as he laid Nothing down in their bed and regarded his bleary cobalt eyes.
"Yeeess" Nothing groaned out happily, eyelids fluttering as he squirmed against the sheets. "They were good too Chrissy, I like them, they make my skin hum" he added contentedly.
"Don't I do that well enough for you, Nothing?" he questioned softly, his dark eyes suddenly sad. Often this was a thought that plagued the elder. Was he enough? Did he satisfy Nothing? Was he a better father/master/lover than Zillah had been?
"No, no" Nothing tried to sit up and failed, looking up with adoration and lust and something Christian couldn't place. Sadness perhaps or misplaced guilt? Nothing couldn't get past the feeling of worthlessness that Zillah had beaten into him for years and Christian knew this. "You make me feel so fucking good, Christian, please don't question that. Oh fuck, please, daddy. You are the only drug I need. Will you fuck me now?" he spoke rapidly, sweating against the sheets.
"Again? Nothing, you must rest" he said softly, the sadness leaving his gaze as he stared with mock disapproval at his wayward child. The look somehow caused Nothing to cower though and Christian was struck by that like a physical blow. Was Nothing afraid of him? Had he looked ghastly just now?
"I'm sorry" Nothing murmured suddenly "I'm so sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to lose control. I would have killed him, I'm sorry, please..".
"Hush, what is this? It was nothing, don't think about it anymore" Christian soothed, getting up onto the bed and touching Nothing's forehead lightly, pushing back his hair.
"But I-I stuffed up, Christian. Please don't hurt me, don't punish me or send me away" he begged, upset, the drugs making him slur his speech slightly. Christian felt his heart contract painfully at the words. He still believes that Christian will punish him as Zillah did so often, even though he has not laid a hand on him in the years they've spent together.
"Have I ever hurt you? No, Nothing I have not and I would not" he responded, kissing him over his face and chasing away his falling tears with his tongue. The kohl makeup that was smeared over Nothing's eyes had begun to wear away and Christian removed what remained of it as best he could with the sleeve of his shirt, preferring to see the child unadorned.
"But..I..don't you..don't I ever make you mad? Unhappy?" Nothing sniffled and looked up at Christian.
"Never" he answered without hesitation "and I wouldn't harm you for the world, even if you did by some miracle manage to truly anger me". Christian wasn't cruel by nature and he detested the needless suffering of other's. Nothing was his love, his angel and his child, there was nothing that could make him hurt the youth.
"I love you" Nothing said, his words muffled as he hid himself against Christian's neck. He believed Christian when he said that he would never hurt him but it was impossible to stop thinking that he somehow deserved it. For now he could only push the thoughts to the back of his mind by occupying it only with Christian.
"I know, I love you too" Christian responded, bringing his arms tightly around his child. "Drink from me if you like, I have eaten enough for three. Then sleep all this off and I will make love to you tomorrow if you still wish it" he continued gently and Nothing whimpered in ecstasy at such a promise, latching to this throat and drinking steadily. He fell asleep this way and Christian tenderly pulled him from his throat and tucked him in, curled around his smaller form protectively.
Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy
What's that say about me?
Nothing struggled to wake the next night, rolling away from Christian's hands as he stroked at his body and whispered to him that it was time to get up. "Fuck off" he hissed, pulling a pillow over his head and groaning loudly. Christian was not so easily disparaged though and changed his tactics, kissing down Nothing's stomach and brushing his lips over the morning erection that strained against his tight jeans.
"Ah" Nothing gasped and bucked his hips, eyes flying open beneath the pillow. This was not fair. Christian always refused to let him sleep in and he was genuinely tired. It was impossible to resist the sensations that Christian was causing him and there was no way that he could continue to sleep while he felt the hot presence of his father's mouth against his crotch, wetting the material of his jeans.
"Stop it" he muttered, throwing the pillow away and sitting up to attempt to glare at Christian. The older vampire stared up at him from between his legs and grinned and the expression caused a shudder to go through Nothing's whole body. It was rare to see this playful side of Christian and he adored it but the contact was frustrating.
"No" Christian said softly, nipping at the outline of his cock and making him cry out.
"Oh god, don't tease me. Please don't" he whimpered. He needn't have done and he knew it because Christian didn't ever tease him, not unless he asked for it. Though he was always the dominate one in their sexual activities, he was such only at Nothing's request and he knew that he had only to ask and even that dynamic would be shifted to accommodate him. Nothing just couldn't bring himself to ask, even though he'd thought of it often. Each time he did the idea terrified him for reasons even he didn't understand. He could never master a creature like Christian and beyond that the idea of taking charge..it was too much.
Christian picked him up and brought him through to the bathroom, stripped him off and led him into the shower. Nothing didn't have to wait at all, as soon as he was inside Christian had him pinned against the tiled wall, laying kisses against his neck as he soaped himself up and thrust inside. He made love to him and Nothing cherished it, everything about Christian was so gentle and full of care, just as he needed it to be right then. Somehow he just knew, always knew how to love him.
Christian had told him he needn't tend the bar tonight if he didn't feel like it, he should go out and have some fun or at least feed, just as long as he was careful and returned before dawn. Nothing rarely went out to feed himself, it was always Christian who went out and fed enough for two and returned to feed him in turn. It bothered him that he was forcing Christian to do all the work but still, he so loved to feed from him and didn't want to lose that intimacy.
Nothing could see Christian was beginning to fret about it though, he feared that the trauma of what Zillah had done was to blame. It was not. Or at least Nothing had convinced himself that wasn't what it was about. Now out in the street, alone, unsheltered, each face in the crowd was Zillah's come back to haunt him.
"Looking to score?" Nothing recoiled as a teen with blue and pink hair waved a baggie full of pills before him and smiled with an innocence that should not be there in his face and would soon be chased away. For a moment he had been Zillah, reaching for him with black claws and wild eyes, but no more. Nothing recovered himself quickly and looked the other up and down.
"What's in it?" he asked, doing his best to smile invitingly. The boy was attractive and sweet looking and Nothing forgot his fears as the thump of the human's heartbeat began to fill his head. It was strong and healthy, his body undamaged as yet by street living and narcotics. Pretty boy with brown eyes that were almost gold and that ridiculous shade of hair, Nothing liked him instantly.
"They're E" he informed and it didn't look like this dealer was using his own product at the moment, that was rare.
"Are they any good? I don't trust a sober dealer" he said with a grin, shielding his teeth.
"I..well yeah" the human stumbled a little "I mean it's good stuff, I just haven't..I'm a bit of a mess when I take this stuff". He flushed and ran a hand through his coloured hair, looking around nervously to check that nobody was listening into their 'illegal' exchange.
"What if I pay you more than enough for both of us? Could I convince you to hang with me for a while?" Nothing suggested "I'm a little lonely tonight I guess but it would be fun. There's somewhere I know that we could go, chat a bit..".
"I'm not a prostitute if that's what you're thinking. I don't sell myself, just these, so if you're looking for that kind of company..". Not yet, Nothing thought, but it was only a matter of time.
"I'm not" Nothing dug a cigarette out and lit it, took a drag and blew it lazily off to the side "Just someone to kill a few hours with. What's your name anyway?". Nothing hardly looked like someone who brought prostitutes, more likely he appeared like someone who might be in the game himself and that visibly relaxed the boy.
"Danny" he said easily, convinced by his casual demeanour. Nothing could tell this wasn't a lie; the kid was really still going by the title his parents had given him.
"Come on then, Danny" he said with a flash of his deep blue eyes "What else are you gonna do tonight? You won't make as much as I'll give you, not on this block and like I said it could be fun".
In the cemetery Danny easily succumbed to the effects of the drugs and it was true that he was a mess under their influence. He slumped against the heavy tombstone of a grave long abandoned by anyone who might have cared to tend it and opened his thighs to Nothing, inviting the vampire to taste the hard organ there. The pubic hair was fine and golden, giving away Danny's natural hair colour as blonde, probably the same shade as Nothing's was now.
He tasted sweet and inviting and Nothing took him in his mouth eagerly, suckling at him and teasing him with light strokes of his tongue. Danny gave forth small dribbles of salty cum that teased Nothing's hunger in turn and the vampire groaned ferally, sucking down on him hard and reaching a hand to fondle at his balls, bringing him determinedly to orgasm.
Danny whimpered dazedly, quickly losing out to his expert ministrations and pumping everything that he had down Nothing's throat. It settled in his stomach warmly and Nothing felt a moment of true tenderness for the boy that led him to sink his fangs into the artery in his thigh. He was drinking Danny's life away from him while he was still so high from the rush of his peak that he could hardly register the pain, lips tender as a lover's as they sealed around the wound. When he was dead he was soft all over, brown eyes unseeing and lips parted as if in a sigh. So beautiful, so young.
"I'm sorry" it didn't matter but he was. Nothing closed the boy's eyes and kissed his forehead. Under other circumstances they might have been friends or even lovers of some description. It was Christian's influence on him, it had to be, this new found sympathy that he had that bordered on affection for humans. He'd been well on his way to becoming his very own brand of monster but now...
"Now, you are royally fucked little Nothing" the words froze Nothing's heart, everything in him all but collapsing in on itself and he screamed, long and loud, endless screaming. It continued even after two pairs of hands scrambled to cover his mouth, gripping at his body and dragging him along the ground. Nothing thrashed like a wild creature, teeth and nails slashing out at anything in reach until he was lifted and juggled about, tossed into the dirt of the floor of a crypt. The stench of death was unbearable. Nothing's mind took him immediately to the thoughts of the grave, to living death.
"No!" he screamed again as the light that the moon provided was shut out inch my inch. There in the doorway was Twig, his sharp features crazed and full of malice. Molochai was to his right then and Nothing recoiled from them both, shocked so deeply everything in him felt numb, like his mind was underwater. The two were dirty and feral, smeared in blood and orange lipstick and bodily fluids. Twig's semen trailed down Molochai's chin but the vampire did not seem to notice or to care, he wore it like a mark of pride in his disgrace.
Twig was missing an eye too; the socket was empty and terrifying. Nothing couldn't stop staring at it, convulsing in disgust and terror. They were ghouls, monsters, creatures more horrifying than anything that had haunted Nothing's nightmares. Oh god. Oh please no. If this was them, then who was it that had done this to their flunkies? Nothing curled in on himself and began to weep.
Zillah. Zillah had found him.
"CHRISTIAN!" the door was closing and the two advanced on him. Nothing's very soul cried out to his father.