((Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long. I usually specialize in gay romances, so I'm not used to writing straight sex. Please let me know what you think! My editing might be a little sloppy, so please feel free to point out any inconsistencies you might see! The plot will continue in the next chapter, but for now, please enjoy some good old smut! As always, thank you for reading and commenting! Your comments and support make this all worth it!))

Three used makeup wipes, a shower, and a thorough brushing of her hair later, Mae felt just a little bit less like a zombie than she had an hour ago. She'd just finished with the hairdryer when she heard a knock on her door. Hm. Unusual. She could've sworn the boys would be busy for a while, so she hadn't bothered getting dressed beyond slinging a towel around her torso, the ratty old thing barely covering her breasts and her hips. With a sigh, she set her brush down and called for whoever it was to come in. She spent another moment running her fingers through her hair before stepping out into her bedroom. The trippy sounds of David Essex tapered off into nothing as the mixtape finished, an unseen hand turning the machine off. Mae flicked on the nearest lamp, the pale light doing little to chase away the shadows. Leaning against her door was Marko, his usual gloves and jacket missing. He looked smaller without the bulky items, more vulnerable. It was a rare sight indeed. Mae leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, crossing her arms as she studied him.

"Túlio wasn't there. I left a message. Hopefully he gets back to me by tomorrow. If he's out this early, he isn't coming back until sunrise." She sighed, running her hand through her bangs. "What d'you want?"

Marko remained silent, his eyes boring into hers despite the dim lighting. When he said nothing, Mae just shrugged and went about her business, grabbing some pajamas and tossing them over a chair. When her back was turned to him, Marko pushed off the door and moved silently behind her, his lips twitching into a cheeky grin when she froze right before he reached her. She was getting better at knowing where he was. Good. His hand slid down her shoulder to her elbow, her skin rising into goosebumps despite the steam-warmed air. He pressed his body against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist. He delighted in her broken gasp, his nose pressing into her neck. Her heartbeat was still too slow for his liking; he wanted to rile her up. Before he could tease her any further, Mae huffed out a sigh and leaned into him.

"What do you want, Marko?" The question was loaded, and the weight of it put a halt to Marko's mischief.

"Isn't that obvious?" He murmured, licking a trail up from her neck to her earlobe, teasing the soft flesh with his teeth.

"You know what I mean, Marko." Mae grumbled, pushing him away. She was now incredibly aware of her state of undress; even though nudity wasn't exactly high on her list of things to be worried about, it made her feel defenseless right when she needed to be strong.

"All right, then…" Marko purred, slinking over to the chair. He tossed Mae's pajamas onto the floor, much to her frustration, before sitting down like a king on his throne. "Talk to me. What has you so shook up?"

"Besides the fact that I've got psycho vampire assholes on my trail? Oh, nothing at all!" Mae groaned, leaning against the wall. She was in no mood for games. "Cut the crap, Marko. I think it's time we actually talk about…this." She waved her hand back and forth between them. Marko just raised an eyebrow.

"This? What's wrong with this?" He rested his head on his hand, his legs crossing in front of him. "Seems good to me, although I'd like it if we actually moved on to something a little more…full-frontal…" Marko grinned, licking his lips. Mae was sorely tempted to throw something at him. It was becoming a habit.

"And is that all you want, Marko? A fuck?" Mae growled, crossing her arms defensively. "You can get that anywhere. Why me? I've talked to Paul. Hell, I've talked to Dwayne about it. You never stick around this long, so what is it? Am I just a game, Marko? What, you sticking around cause I haven't put out yet, and once you get it, bam, you're gone?"

"Is that what you think of me, baby?" Marko slowly began to grin, his eyes cold as steel.

"I don't know what to think! We never talk about this! We get hot and heavy and that's it. I'm done being played with, Marko!" Mae's voice grew louder as his stayed quiet.

"Is this even about me, Mae? Or is this about your ex-girlfriend?" Marko's grin widened as Mae grew bright red.

"Fuck you! This isn't about her!"

"Yes, it is, just a little bit. Did she leave you behind, Mae? Treat you bad? Just use you as her little plaything? Just like everyone else?" Marko laughed softly. "And now you wanna know if I'm the same as that coked-up bitch, don't you? You wanna talk? All right, lets talk. You and your goddamn talking." He stood up, stalking over to Mae and caging her against the wall.

"Yes, Mae. I want you. I want to be inside you, on you, with you, in every way you'll let me. I want to fuck you. I want to see what you look like when you scream my name. I want to grab you whenever I want and push you against the wall just like this, except there won't be any fucking talking when I do it. And yes, Mae, I want more than that. I want to protect you. I want to play tricks on you when you're not looking. I want to know what you're thinking. I want to you to ride on my bike with me when I go out hunting. I want so much from you, Mae." He leaned in, brushing their noses together, he breath warm against his skin. "But most of all, Mae…I want my freedom."

Mae leaned back as much as she could, her expression confused. Marko chuckled, always pleased to have the upper hand in any situation, but this time it was a little bittersweet.

"My mother wanted perfection. She wanted a perfect little husband in a perfect little house with a perfect little family. She wanted everything her way, or not at all. I can't stand that. Tradition never sat well with me, babe. I want to come and go as I please. I won't be home every night right on time and ready for dinner. I won't coddle you. I won't be shown off to everyone like some prize horse. I won't be tied down, Mae. I wouldn't cheat on you. I'd never do that. But if you want some picture-perfect romance, you're looking in the wrong place." He pulled away, bending over to pick up her clothes and put them back on the chair. The room was silent again for a few moments.

"…I didn't exactly grow up with any idea of what a healthy relationship looked like either, Marko. My foster families were either single parents who needed government money or people who had way too many kids to handle to even think of taking care of themselves. My mom fucked off and I don't have any idea who my dad is. I've spent years wanting something good. I thought…I thought I had it with Veronica. It's not safe, running in the circles we do, but she felt safe. When she dumped me, she told me that what we had was just convenient for her, that I was easy to have around. I felt so used, so disgusting. Yeah, it fucked me up, but who isn't fucked up?" Mae grabbed Marko's arm and turned him around, staring him dead in the eye.

"I don't want chains, Marko. I just need a goddamn promise. I just need to know that you're coming home at all. I don't need to know your fucking itinerary. I need to know that it's me you're with, not someone else. I need commitment. I need to know whether this is a game or not. You've made it awfully clear that you don't mind the idea of something more, so let me make myself perfectly understood, Marko: I don't want to change you. I don't need you constantly by my side. Honestly, you'd drive me fucking insane if I was always with you." That drew a genuine laugh out of the blonde.

"You have your freedom, Marko. It's not mine to give or take away, but I refuse to go any further without some kind of understanding. Are we together, or not? If we are, then we talk, however much you hate it. You wanna take someone else to bed? Fucking tell me first, all right? Honestly, I'm not gonna say no, although I sure as hell might want in. You wanna fuck off all night without telling me where you're going? Fine, just be sure to say goodbye on your way out. You wanna be all fucking mysterious like David and not tell me anything? All right, go ahead, but I'm gonna fucking bother you until you either tell me what it is or you tell me to fuck off. That doesn't change. I'd do it whether we were together or not. We don't have to put this in a neat little box. We can figure it out as we go. I just need you to tell me one thing: is there an us, or not?"

Marko did her the honor of taking a moment to consider her words instead of just blurting out the first clever remark that came to his mind. She was telling the truth, like always: she wanted him, however he came, and she would let him do as he pleased. The only catch was communicating, and honestly, that wasn't the worst thing in the world. It'd be a pain in the ass, but she just wanted to talk if they needed to, not keep in constant contact like a pair of love-struck high school kids. She'd been burned before. He understood that. Was this too much to ask? No, not really. Loathe as he was to admit it, he probably would have given her more if she'd asked for it, but anything more than just a promise of fidelity would have eventually chafed at him too much, and this whole thing would collapse. They'd make it up as they went. Yeah. Yeah, that was fine. He wanted her. She wanted him. They could meet in the middle.

"There is an us, Mae Clayton. For as long as we want it." His voice was solemn and gentle, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair.

"For as long as we want it." Mae murmured, echoing his promise. "Don't think this means you can bother me at work…" She whispered, her words reedy and thin with anticipation.

"Like you could fucking stop me…" He grinned, leaning in closer.

"Don't try me, Marko…" She laughed breathily.

"I think I will, babe…I think I will."


David snapped his book shut with a groan. He raised his eyes to the ceiling with a glare that could set things on fire. As it was, the wood remained distressingly cold. He tossed the book aside and stood up, storming into the kitchen, where he grabbed a drunken Paul and confused Dwayne by the arms, dragging them outside. Paul was babbling about how uncool the whole situation was, but with one withering glance, he shut up. By the time they were outside, Dwayne had half an idea of what was going on, but he said nothing. It was probably for the best.

They spent the rest of the night getting blessedly wasted. David needed it after hearing what he did. Marko fucking owed him.


"…So let me get this straight…" Marko chuckled, laughing at his own joke while his teeth nipped at Mae's earlobe. "…You've never had sex with a guy before? So you're, what, a virgin?"

"No, I'm not. I just haven't had a dick in me. Will you get on with it already?" Mae shoved at him, amazed at how much she was laughing when she thought that sex was supposed to be a solemn affair. Maybe she'd been doing it wrong this whole time.

"Yeah, you were."

"Stop reading my fucking mind!"

"Stop thinking so loud, then." Marko purred, sucking a bruise into Mae's neck.

They were still pressed against the wall, what little momentum they had built up after their promises were made had been halted by the revelation that Mae had never had straight sex before. Marko had a million questions to ask (lesbian porn had never been his thing, so he wasn't too sure how it all worked), but he supposed that he could save them for later. Right now, he wanted things to get horizontal as fast as possible. With another delighted grin, he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He slid his belt off and shucked off his jeans, leaving him naked as the day he was born. Marko wasn't shy at all, reveling in the hungry stare Mae was giving him. He stepped backwards, sitting on the edge of the bed, beckoning his girlfriend closer with an almost elegant wave of his hand.

Mae had seen him naked before, but now she was finally allowed to take her time and really look. His skin was smooth, save for his hands, which still held the scars he'd gained as a mechanic before he was turned into a creature of the night. His face was lit from the side by the moonlight filtering in through her window, the lamplight too weak to reach across the room. He looked ethereal, unnaturally beautiful, like something carved from stone by an ancient artist long since dead. His eyes gleamed from the shadows, strangely bright despite the gloom. She did her best to shield her thoughts from him, but the cheeky grin on his face told her that she was failing miserably. Damnit. She'd have to work on that.

"Come closer, love…" He murmured, his voice soft and velvety.

She bit her lip, her hand reaching up to undo her towel. As she slowly crossed the short distance between them, the fabric fell to the ground, letting him see her bare body for the first time. She was soft in the places he was hard: her breasts were ample, her stomach smooth but lacking the strong muscles Marko proudly displayed, and her hips gave her a gentle hourglass shape. She had a few scars littering her skin, little accidents that made up the life of every child who wasn't watched twenty-four hours a day. A small smattering of freckles trailed from her shoulders to her forearms, matching the ones on her face, noticeable only when in close proximity. She was quite pale, having always favored the shade over the sun. Mark slid his hand up her chest, skimming around her breast to rest his hand on her cheek.

"Hello there…" Marko's smile was gentle this time, a far cry from his usual teasing grin. Despite his reputation, he took things like this very seriously. First times should be special. There would be time for other dark delights later.

Marko slid back further onto the bed, guiding Mae down with him, rolling them over so he was on top. Distantly, he heard the front door close, too quietly for Mae to hear. Good. They could make as much noise as they wanted now. Mae's hand slid into his hair, tugging him down for a hesitant kiss. Now, this wouldn't do. He wasn't a nice man by any means, but Mae should know by now that she had nothing to fear from him. His teeth worried at her lower lip until she opened up for him, a soft moan escaping from her mouth as his tongue dived in. Marko explored the familiar territory, groaning when she accidentally tugged his curls. A pleased smile graced his lips as he felt her do it again, this time with a little more force. Perfect. His hips slid against hers, dragging a shiver from the woman beneath him.

"Fuuuuck…" Mae gasped, the feeling of his cock against her skin a strange, but not unwelcome sensation. Not that she'd done a hell of a lot of looking before this, but she'd bet a few dollars that Marko was just a little bit thicker than average, his dick well-proportioned for his height. She'd once heard Dollar Fifty brag about having seen a guy hung like a horse, but she highly doubted it. Dollar Fifty was a size queen.

"If you're thinking about other men, baby, I'm doing something wrong." Marko growled, his nails digging into her hips as he thrust against her again. A possessive heat flooded his mind, the need to claim and mark growing inside of him. He'd never felt like this before, but then again, he'd never fallen in love, either. Not that he would admit either of those things. Not yet, anyway.

"Don't we need a condom or something?" Mae bit her lip, wondering if she had any stashed in her drawer. No, she didn't. She'd never had to think this far ahead before.

"Babe, if I could get people pregnant, I'd have, like, seventy kids by now. Trust me, we don't need one…" He paused. "…Unless you want one. I'm clean, promise. We don't get diseases or whatever." Yeah. Definitely weird being this considerate, but the blush on her face and her affectionate smile more than made up for the awkwardness.

"Nah. I trust you." She laughed when he surged down for a fierce kiss, his hands spreading her legs as he settled between them. His tongue danced away from hers every time she tried to meet him in the middle. Figures. Her hands slid down his back, tracing the bumps of his spine before resting on his hips.

Marko's mouth parted from hers to trail little kisses down her jaw to her neck. She'd have purple bite marks littering her skin tomorrow morning. A quiet, greedy growl escaped him; the thought of her bearing his mark for all to see was thrilling. He made sure to place quite a few above even the highest of necklines, making it impossible for her to hide them. Perfect. He slithered down her body, tasting her, leaving his claim wherever he felt like it. When he reached her breasts, his eyes looked up to meet hers right as he sucked a bruise into her left breast. Her gasp of pain was delicious, even though it was at the cost of a smack to the head. Ignoring her admonition, he continued to lave attention on the spot before moving onto her nipple. His nimble tongue teased it into a peak, his hot breath hardening it further. Her hands tugged at his hair as she cried out in pleasure. Marko moved onto her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Her boyfriend had a talented tongue. After figuring out that he liked having his hair pulled, Mae began using that to show him that she liked something, only stopping when he bit too hard or tried something she didn't care for. Despite the cold night, she had never felt this warm; even the cruelest of summers had never been this blistering. Her body grew slick with sweat, shimmering in the moonlight as Marko remained unaffected. His lips fluttered across her stomach until he was lying on his stomach, his head between her hips. Her sex was already wet, his teasing having done a marvelous job of putting her on edge. Marko licked his lips, groaning in satisfaction as he tasted her, his tongue darting out to circle her clit.

"Aaaaah!" Mae's cry was so loud that it filled the whole house. Fucking hell, he was good! This was something she was very familiar with; Veronica had been very into oral, as Mae recalled. According to Veronica, Mae was mediocre at best at giving, but the sounds she made while getting it more than made up for it. That should have been her first warning that her girlfriend was a bit of an asshole, but alas, she'd been naïve back then. Veronica treated giving it like a chore. Marko, though…he seemed to enjoy doing this. His eyes were blown wide with arousal, staring up at her, gauging her reactions to every little thing he did. Mae was already so close, only a little more…

"Fuck! You absolute ass!" She gasped as Marko pulled away, his chin shiny with her slick. His smile was evil to the core, and Mae wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. She tried to pull him down again, but he sat back on his heels, licking his lips.

"Not yet, baby. I haven't even started with you." Marko chuckled, his right hand sliding down her stomach to her sex, two fingers sliding inside her. Mae winced in pain; she wasn't used to having so much inside of her, especially after going a year without any kind of sex at all. Marko's thumb rubbed her clit, alleviating the sting just enough so that he could keep stretching her.

"That's it baby. Relax for me." He purred, watching her painful expression melt into something more sensual. A third finger slipped in, rubbing her walls, spreading her open. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes shut against the growing pleasure.

Marko withdrew his fingers and spread her legs a little bit wider, his cock lining up with her entrance. He waited until she had opened her eyes, a question on her lips about his hesitance, before he suddenly thrust in. Mae cried out, her hands scrabbling at the sheets as she tried to relax again. Marko leaned down, one hand sliding under her head to draw her into a deep kiss. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm, not moving in and out so much as just getting her used to the feeling of being full. It took her a few moments, but she soon began following his movements, her hips twitching up into his.

"Good girl…" Marko pulled back enough to look her in the eye, his cock sliding out nearly all the way before he slid in again, starting a slow, easy pace. There was nothing fun in hurting your partner…unless they'd asked for it. He kept his thrusts gentle, waiting for a signal from her to go faster. Mae's hair was tangled beneath her head, damp from her exertions, clinging to his hand as he pressed another searching kiss to her lips. He was growing impatient; with any other girl, he would be taking what he wanted by now, but Mae was special. For her, and her alone, he'd wait.

"Marko…" Mae was lost in the sensations, feeling punch-drunk with pleasure. This was so different from anything she'd ever done before, but it felt good, so good. She could tell that Marko was barely holding back, and she loved him all the more for it. Maybe he wasn't a nice man, but he was good one…to her, at least. Forcing her eyes open, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his shoulders, biting her lower lip for a moment. "More, Marko…give me more…"

With a deep growl, Marko planted his hands on either side of her head, his hips snapping into hers, his cock thrusting deep inside. Mae mewled in pleasure, warmth pooling below her navel as he fucked her. It wasn't making love, not like in the books she used to read. Everything was a shade too rough, just a bit too fast. There were no whispered declarations, no promises, no praise, nothing. Still, it was theirs, and theirs alone. Nothing needed to be said out loud; silence could communicate just as much as the spoken word. The marks littering her skin were written confessions signed in purple ink, scratched out with teeth instead of lead. Deep red lines that were already fading on his back were her reply, fleeting in permanence but never forgotten. Kisses that ended in tongue, not teeth, were apologies for pushing too hard. Hands smoothing over sides were questions, checking that the other was okay. Soft noises were their praise, a moan serving as worship, a sigh signaling approval. Maybe he wasn't a lover made for the kind of movies middle-aged mothers cried over, but Marko had his own way of making her feel special.

There was something to be said for sex with someone you cared about, Marko thought as he felt his peak approaching. This wasn't the most creative sex he'd ever had, nor was it the best, if you could measure such things objectively. It was actually pretty damn vanilla, not that he was against such things. Normally, he was just chasing after his own high, not really caring if the girl (or boy) beneath him was right there with him. This time, though, he wanted her to cum first. Her cries gave him their own special kind of euphoria, telling him that her pleasure was his doing, only him. Only he could make her feel this way. She was his. He was hers. Maybe this was what made humans cling so desperately to each other in the dark, this feeling of power that giving another pleasure gave you. Oh, he knew how to make someone scream his name into the night, but it was always with the intention of taking it away, just to see them beg to have it back. Not with Mae, though. No such teasing, not this far into game. He reveled in her spiral into ecstasy.

Marko watched her lose control, her cries turning into screams, her walls tightening around his length, her nails trying their damnedest to tear into his skin. He captured her mouth in another kiss, swallowing her moans as she hurtled over the edge. Her muscles clamped down around his cock, pulsing in waves as she orgasmed. With a final thrust, Marko followed her down, ripples of bliss firing through his limbs. His hips ground against her, pushing them as far as they could go before the sensation grew painful. With a final groan, he pulled out and slumped down next to her, drawing his girlfriend into his arms. Mae went with a small gasp, still tender in too many places to count. All was silent for a few minutes, save for Mae's quiet panting and Marko's satisfied sighs.

"…Marko?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it supposed to be a little more…er…messy than this?" Mae's voice was small and confused, her hand reaching between her thighs as if searching for something.

"Oh!" Marko laughed, tickling down her side. When her giggles died down, he tucked her head under his chin. "There's a reason why vampires don't get people pregnant, babe. Things don't work down there the same way they do in humans. We're not exactly a species that needs to create kids to keep from going extinct. We leave that to you guys."

"Oh…I see…" Mae frowned, falling silent once again as she thought it over.

The clock in the corner ticked away quietly, the heater kicking in just as Mae began shivering. Marko sat up for a moment to grab the duvets bunched up at the foot of the bed, covering them both before settling down again. The silence lasted long enough that he was sure that Mae had fallen asleep. He was hungry, but he could wait. This was surprisingly nice, and quite warm, too. Yeah, he could stay for a while. Mae's head was pillowed on his arm, his other hand resting on her waist. His girl was curled up with her back to him, having shifted around when he was fetching the blankets. He pressed himself against her back, breathing in her scent as he let her rest. They could clean up later. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees, and in the distance, the ocean moved in her slow, inexorable rhythm. All was calm, and then…

"Wait, so your balls don't work?"

"Go the fuck to sleep, Mae."

"I'm just asking! How the hell do you cum, anyway? Isn't getting the cum out the whole point? I mean, how…"

The ensuing pillow fight would be one for the ages, but no one would ever know.


For the record, Marko won. But only just.