Dwayne knelt on the bed, thighs spread wide, stretching the muscles. His dick jutted out in front of him, bobbing slightly, and I stared, unconsciously licking my lips. I took in every inch of him, allowing my gaze to creep up his body from the dark patch of trimmed hair up over his abs to his chest. His body had filled out in just a couple of days so he no longer looked half-starved. His pecs were well-developed, small brown nipples hard and inviting, dark hair hanging around his shoulders. His chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. We, vampires, often continued to breathe normally even though we didn't need to. It was habit.
"Hell, David, you're looking at me like I'm something to eat." Dwayne laughed self-consciously.
"You are." I moved in closer, allowing our dicks to bump together, then took his mouth in a heated kiss. My fangs pierced his lip and I sucked in a mouthful of sweet blood. He groaned, responding by crushing his mouth harder against mine. When I thrust in with my tongue, his fangs punctured it. Our blood mingled in his mouth and our erections grew harder. I drew back carefully, freeing my impaled tongue. "I want to fuck you," I murmured.
Dwayne smiled, then turned away and reached for his leather pants. He retrieved a small tube of something from the pocket and tossed it onto the mattress. "Lube," he explained.
"How do you want it?" I had no idea what position would be best with a man. In my imagination, I supposed bending him over something would be the only way.
"I have a couple of favourites. Let's start like this." He turned his back to me, still kneeling. "You want me to get myself ready?"
"No, I'll do it." I had no idea what I was doing, but at least I'd had my fingers in him before. I supposed I would do that, only with lube. I grabbed the tube, coated my fingers, and pressed in. I caressed him with my free hand, stroking his firm arse and thighs, then sliding my hand under him to squeeze his balls. He moaned and shuddered, arse clenching around my fingers. "Is this okay?" I asked.
"Yes," he gasped. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long."
I gripped his balls tighter and tugged hard, drawing them away from his body. He yelped, and his arse tightened more.
"Come on, Dwayne, that doesn't hurt. We're the undead."
"It was a surprise. Worked, though."
I released him and slid my fingers out, then squeezed out more lube to stroke onto my dick. "You ready?"
"Uh huh." He leaned forward, placing both hands on the mattress.
I lined myself up, gripping the base of my erection to guide it. He was so tight. With only the head in, I paused, panting and tugging on my own balls to push away my impending orgasm. Only a week ago, I could never have imagined myself doing this, but then again, it hadn't crossed my mind. Who knew? Would I have wanted him if we'd met when I was still human, without the scent of his blood to entice me? Maybe.
"Do it. You won't break me," he encouraged.
I pushed in, slowly and steadily, until my thighs were flush with his and I was buried deep, every inch gripped by his tight muscles. Then he pushed his upper body up, resting his back against my chest and practically sitting in my lap.
"Oh, fuck," I hissed. "You feel amazing."
"So do you."
I slid my arms around him and held him against me, my dick deep inside him, and stroked the tip of his between finger and thumb. His blood raced through his veins and my mouth watered. I allowed my fangs to break the skin below his ear, and sealed the wound with my lips. The ultimate ecstasy for a vampire—sex and feeding at the same time. Dwayne groaned, writhing on my lap as I began to move, shallow thrusts with my hips.
"More," he begged.
I quickened my pace, hips jerking, my hand gripping him tight and stroking firmly, fangs pressing deeper into his neck, giving a little more of everything.
"Fuck!" he cried.
"Mm," was the only response I could make, with my mouth clamped to his neck. I closed my eyes, allowing every sensation to take over—the taste and smell of him, the feel of him in my arms, around my dick, lingering warmth from when we'd both fed earlier. I didn't want it to end, but it was about to. I withdrew my fangs and licked the small wounds clean.
"Want to try a different way?" he asked.
"Yeah."
He rose from my lap and I slid out of him. The loss of feeling made me groan, and Dwayne laughed. He turned around and lay down on his back, legs spread and knees drawn up. "Like this."
I moved between his thighs and bent over him, my erection finding its own way home. Dwayne slid his arms around me, and wrapped his legs around my waist. I turned my face into his neck, quickly discovering this position was perfect for us to taste each other. I felt the gentle prick of his fangs on my skin and my whole body shuddered with pleasure. I'd never had a full vampire lover before, and it was better than I could possibly have imagined. My blood sang in my veins, and my mouth flooded with the taste of him again. For every mouthful I took, he took one from me, as our bodies rocked together, joined in every way possible. He slid a hand between us, stroking himself to keep with me. When I came, deep in him, he shot his load across my abdomen.
Our fangs retracted at the same time and we collapsed in each other's arms. When I opened my eyes and met his, the yellow had faded and his irises were back to their gorgeous brown colour.
"I—" I stopped, realising I'd been about to utter words completely foreign to me, without even thinking what they meant. Did I love him? I had no experience of it. I'd used people my whole life, and my family hadn't been a loving bunch either. My parents had fought like cat and dog until they went their separate ways, neither one wanting to take me with them. I'd been fifteen. "I'm never gonna let you go," I said instead.
"I'm yours," Dwayne responded. His eyes told me much more—they told me he was thinking the same way I was.
I stirred hours later, still wrapped around Dwayne as if our bodies were trying to merge into one. I smiled and nuzzled his ear, breathing in the scent of him. His lips twitched up at the corners. I extended my tongue and traced the shape of his ear. "Would you believe me if I said I've never woken up like this before?"
"You mean with someone?"
"Yeah."
"I guess I can believe it." He grinned and turned to face me, slowly opening his eyes. "Does that mean I'm somehow special?"
"You know you are."
"Hell's teeth, have you heard them?" Paul's voice drifted through the curtain. "It's like Gone With The Wind or some shit."
"Fuck off," I called out. "You've never seen Gone With The Wind."
"Don't split hairs, David. Lovesick. That's what you are. Bleurgh."
Dwayne laughed. "You're just jealous, Paul."
"Right. I'm going down to the boardwalk. You coming?"
"I'm coming perfectly well right here, thanks." I snorted at the sound of his fake vomiting. I kissed Dwayne's cheek. "You hungry?"
"No. I had plenty from you."
"Me too. I wouldn't mind going out for a while, though."
"Sure."
We got up and dressed. Dwayne didn't bother with a shirt, but wore his jacket, unfastened, bare chest visible. "You're a fucking tease," I growled. "I hope that's for my benefit, and not that muscle-man in the band."
"You know it is. I thought I'd tease you all night so you fuck me again later." Grinning, he swung the curtain aside and disappeared.
Paul, Marko, and Star were gone from the cavern. Dwayne and I took our time and rode our bikes back to the boardwalk. For once, we left the Frog brothers alone and looked around the stalls instead. I bought Mexican snacks from a food stand and we ate as we walked. Dwayne paused at a jewellery stall, examining items made from wolf teeth.
"Those are cool." I picked up a necklace, a leather thong with a large tooth suspended from it.
"Yeah, I like that, too. And this." He showed me an earring made in similar style. I picked it up and held it out towards the stall-holder along with the necklace. "I'll take these."
She told me the price and I paid, then drew Dwayne away from the stall. Before he could protest, I had fastened the necklace around his neck. The wolf's tooth rested on his bare chest, drawing my gaze even more than before. "That's sexy as fuck."
"You didn't have to buy this for me. But thank you."
"The earring is for you, too. If you want it."
"My ear's not pierced."
"I can fix that?" I made it sound like a question, and he nodded immediately. We headed down to the sand, away from the people on the boardwalk. Dwayne held his hair out of the way, and I carefully punched a hole through his left ear with one of my fangs, then put the earring in. The wolf's tooth and a feather dangled against his neck.
"How does it look?"
"Perfect. The damn thing draws my attention to your neck even more."
Dwayne laughed. "Thank you, David."
We spent a couple of hours on the beach, fooling around and smooching. I put off thinking about what Star had done to the new kid, Michael, as long as possible, until I spotted them farther down the beach. Michael was with Star, Marko, and Paul, and I was thankful that Paul was keeping an eye on things. The problem was, Michael was now stuck in his half-vamp situation unless one of two things happened—he killed someone and become a full vampire, or I died which would return him to normal. Or of course, Michael could die.
"What are you thinking?" Dwayne slid his hand into mine and squeezed it.
"What to do about Michael."
"Ah. If he doesn't make a kill, what happens? Is he stuck like that?"
"Yes. He'll be in torment. You know how you felt. If I hadn't fed you, you'd have felt like hell. The only other way, is if I die. Then he'll return to normal."
"Why you?"
"I'm head vampire. It's my blood in his veins."
"How long can we live?"
"Max, my maker, was a couple of hundred years old. There's no limit."
"Fuck! Do you think Michael will change?"
"I don't know. I don't know him. If he has family, he'll probably fight it. We'll have to play it by ear and keep a close eye on things. In the meantime, we could have a bit of fun with him."
We went to join the others. Star and Michael immediately looked wary. Paul and Marko's expressions were of relief. "Want to go for a ride?" I suggested.
After Paul and Marko agreed, Michael nodded reluctantly. We retrieved our bikes, Star doubling up with Marko. Dwayne and I led the way to the bridge where the train tracks crossed. The night freight train would be coming by soon, and I chuckled to myself as an idea formed in my head. I parked my bike and the others did the same.
"What are we doing?" Star asked.
"Just having a little fun." I led the way out onto the bridge and the others followed, like lemmings. Dwayne reached for my hand and laced our fingers together. Out here, with only the rest of the group to see, I didn't care. I squeezed his hand and leaned in to kiss his newly pierced ear.
"They're gay?" Michael asked in a low voice.
"David didn't used to be," Star said.
"You do realise we have the hearing of bats." I laughed.
"Shit," Michael muttered.
"For your information, Star, you don't suddenly turn gay." Dwayne turned to look over his shoulder as we walked. "David just hadn't met me, that's all."
I laughed. "You're very sure of yourself."
"Of course I am. You wouldn't be without me."
"No, I wouldn't." I kissed his ear again. Then halted in the middle of the bridge.
Paul grinned, apparently realising what I had in mind. "I think I'm gonna head back. Be seeing you." He dropped off the side of the bridge.
"Fuck!" Michael exclaimed.
"I'll go too. Coming, honey?" Marko moved to the edge, smiling, then dropped, calling out "Bombs away!" as he went.
Dwayne laughed. Star sat down, dangled her legs for a moment, then disappeared. I released Dwayne's hand. "Go."
Silently, he stepped sideways and vanished. I turned to Michael and met his frightened gaze. "Are you with us, Michael?"
"What?"
"Come with me." I stepped backwards off the bridge and caught hold of the metal struts beneath as I fell. We all dangled from our hands, swinging our legs and laughing. Michael dropped to his knees and peered down at us. "Michael Emerson, come on down!" I teased.
The poor guy lowered himself gradually, an inch at a time, until he hung there with the rest of us. Moments later, the train came and the bridge began to shake. Kicking and struggling, Marko put on a terrified expression, let go of the bar, and disappeared into the fog below.
"Shit!" Michael held on tighter, screwing up his face with the effort as the train rumbled overhead and the bridge vibrated more violently, trying to shake us off. Paul and Star let go and disappeared, then Dwayne followed.
"Let go, Michael," I told him.
"You want me to do what?"
"You are one of us. Let go." I uncurled my fingers and allowed myself to float down slowly into the fog, knowing the sight would freak him out more than the others dropping rapidly as if they'd fallen. I landed on the ground with the others and we all laughed, our voices drifting up to Michael, still clinging to the bridge.
"This isn't right," Star said.
"Why do it, then? You could have stayed up there and helped him back on the bridge," I pointed out.
"I should go back."
She didn't have the opportunity to do anything, before Michael tumbled through the fog, struggling and screaming like a man falling to his death. I watched him clawing at the air, face contorted in panic, as his half-vampire body slowed and hovered in front of me, feet off the ground. His legs lowered and his feet landed gently.
"I told you, you are one of us. Or almost. You can do anything. You just need to decide to join us."
"You guys are all insane," he gasped. "I'm going home."
"You'll be back," Paul told him. "You won't be able to stop yourself."
"This isn't right." Star repeated and shook her head as Michael walked away to find his bike.
"You started it," I reminded her. "Not so long ago you were like him, and only yesterday you wanted us to become six. That's what has to happen now, unless you want him to go on in limbo indefinitely. Think before you act in the future. We don't change anyone without being one hundred percent sure it will work out. This guy has family, and that other one, his brother? He's in with the Frogs."
"I'm sorry." Star hung her head. "I didn't think."
"No, you didn't." I turned away from her and took Dwayne's hand again. We made our way back to our bikes, floating through the fog to the top of the gorge. The others didn't follow and we raced home to get some alone time before they got back. I found it all too easy to set the problem of Michael aside and lose myself in Dwayne once more.