Jake bobbed his head to the tune of Tiffany on his compact bathroom radio, scrubbing his teeth furiously while his shih tzu perched on the toilet lid barking crazily to the tune of 'I Think We're Alone Now'. His only true friend in the world. "Sergeant Pepper-face, what would I do without you?" He asked as he spat out the last of his toothpaste slush and began to gargle with mouthwash. The quarterback with his bunny slippers and ducky pajamas hardly looked even remotely intimidating in the privacy of his bathroom.
When the song ended, and he was finally toting his animal friend into his bedroom, a small brush in his other hand to groom the dog before he went to bed, Jake drew to a stop. He squinted towards his bedroom window...he could swear he saw something moving out there. Maybe it was a bird or something? He was on the second story, anyway.
As he began running the brush through Sergeant Pepper-face's fur he could swear he heard a voice, soft, barely audible, "Asshole." He could swear that's what it said. He paused, listening again for the sound. When nothing happened, he slowly began to brush again, humming to himself.
"You're so smart and cute, Sergeant Pepper-face," he remarked as he set the brush down and reached for his dog's hot pink hair bow on his bedspread.
"Don't you dare put that on me, you son of a bitch." There was that voice again! Whoever was talking was the asshole!
"Cut it out, mom!" Jake shouted at his bedroom door. Drunk bitch was probably trying to play some kind of game with him…"she's a bitch, isn't she, buddy?" He quickly affixed the bow and picked the small dog up until they were face to face so he could nuzzle the shih tzu's snout.
"Listen, you stupid mother fucker...I'm tired of your shit, you hear me?" Sergeant Pepper-face snapped at him, growling softly and yapping as he kicked his legs in the air. Jake's eyes widened in shock, "Let me the fuck go and get this fucking bow off my goddamn head!"
"S-s-s-s-s-s-ssssssergeant Pepper-face?! YOU CAN TALK?!" Jake yelped, lowering his dog to the bed and scooting back a good foot or so, gazing at his foul-mouthed pooch in wonder.
"Yeah, and there's gonna be some changes around here, pencil-dick," the dog lowered his head, marching towards him on tiny paws. Somehow, despite his size, he managed to pull off menacing quite well, "First of all, you're my bitch now, second, I want premium food, like real meat, and last, no more fucking bows!"
Tears began to stream down Jake's face, "Sergeant Pepper-face...this isn't like you!"
The little dog moved closer to him, licking his cheek, "Understand? Be a good boy and say yes, I understand, Sergeant Pepper-face."
Jake was forcefully biting back sobs now, little dribbles of snot bubbling out of his nose, "y-y-yes, I understand, Sergeant Pepper-face!"
There was a sudden banging on his bedroom door, "GOD DAMN IT JAKE, STOP TALKING TO THAT DOG LIKE HE'S A PERSON!"
As he sat there and cried while the dog licked up his tears he could swear he heard laughing outside his window, but there was no one there, right? His dog had stopped talking and was whining softly, pawing at him in concern, but all he could do was sit there and cry, unable to understand why his best friend in the world would say something like that to him.
As they leaned against their bikes, Michael watched Paul make his long trek towards his target, who was currently shopping for kitschy shark tooth necklaces at a cheap jewelry stall. He would have felt guilty about their little game at that idiot's house, but he reminded himself he'd been responsible for one of the nastiest accidents Luna Bay had seen since the 1960s...so if that didn't make him feel a lick of regret, this didn't either.
Paul looked back at them hopefully but David just shook his head. He sighed, going up to the guy, "Hey, they charge way too much." This was way different than picking up a meal, he had to think of this a little differently. Wasn't easy. Especially when the guy gave him a quick once-over and went back to picking at the necklaces. Well, at least he swung in the right direction. That would make this a lot faster…
"New in town?" He pressed.
"You smell like a drowned rat. Leave me alone."
Paul growled softly, "You don't smell too great yourself. Like seaweed but you're way too hot to hang with the surf nazis."
The blonde lowered his necklace of choice with a sigh, "listen, I just got out of a bad relationship. I'm flattered, really-"
"Hey man, no pressure, just hang out." He held his hands up, "Don't need to worry about me copping a feel, I'll be the perfect gentleman."
"Oh yeah?" He rolled his eyes, "tell you what...buy me a new board, and we'll talk." He slapped a couple of bucks into the vendor's shaking hand and then glanced back at Paul, "otherwise...not interested."
Paul raised an eyebrow before strolling over to one of the shops. He eyed the cashier before speaking, "I'm taking this and you're gonna let me." He stated, watching the girl cower back from him.
"Wow...he wants to get this over fast, doesn't he?" Marko grinned, nudging Dwayne's elbow beside him as they watched the scene unfold.
"Wouldn't you?" He replied.
Paul walked back to him, "Paul." He handed the board over, he'd never pay for a board.
"Uh...Peter…" The surfer looked at the board and then back to Paul, eyes wide and disbelieving. He hadn't actually meant it…"you don't take no for an answer, do you?"
Paul grinned, "Nope, I'm stubborn like that."
"Good, you can buy me dinner," the surfer replied with a smile. The kind of smile all gold-diggers were born with, as he marched off, toting his brand new board ahead of him.
"How long you think he'll be before he comes back bitching?" Michael asked, turning to David with a raised eyebrow. He'd been with a few girls just like that guy...granted, they were a lot prettier, and they had more than one other dude following them around with empty pockets.
David shook his head, "I give him a half hour, max, he's good at complaining and hates gold diggers."
"Not that it matters, usually takes him five minutes to get down to eating someone anyway," Marko rolled his eyes.
"Except he can't this time." Dwayne stated, "Not for a week."
Paul was tempted to use their fear of them to get a free meal for the ass-hat he was sitting across from but no, he had to do this right. Yeah, he wasn't going to last. Especially when the bastard started lecturing him about exactly what was wrong with every single element of his wardrobe, his hair, even the way he smiled. All while he still happily munched away on the hot dog Paul had spent his own hard-stolen stash cash on. Ten minutes, only ten minutes had gone by. He couldn't take it much longer.
"Hey, how about we meet up tomorrow night." Paul stated, man, he wanted to rip his throat out and take a blood shower.
"Yeah, sure," Peter sighed, wiping at his mouth with a paper napkin, "if you think you're man enough for me, Paul." He smirked.
"Trust me, I'm more than man enough." He got to his feet, heading back to the boys.
"Less than thirty." David said with a smirk as Paul walked back to them. The rocker glared daggers at Michael, right before Dwayne gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.
"I think you'd make a good couple. Peter and Paul...has a nice ring to it." Dwayne chuckled.
"Where's Mary?" Marko said with a grin.
"She hung around Peter too long and hung herself," Paul grumbled.
David clapped him on the shoulder, "Tomorrow night you can fuck with the bully." Somehow, Paul didn't seem to be cheered up too much. He had a lot of anger building up right now.
After a quick meal, the boys had decided to head home. They hadn't been back more than an hour before Marko noticed something odd. Dwayne had disappeared. Come to think of it, Paul had too.
"Hey, you see where they went?" He propped himself up on his elbows from his position on the side of the fountain.
David glanced toward the back, "I think Paul was being a dick, Dwayne followed him back. Why?" He raised an eyebrow, "You looking for him?"
Marko had a mischievous little twinkle in his eyes as he sat up completely and pulled his jacket off, "gotta fix a patch...think it's falling off, actually. Hey, Mikey!" He called out. Michael was flipping through an auto magazine on the couch. He slowly lowered it and glanced over at the smaller vampire curiously.
"Why don't you go see where they went, huh?" Marko glanced back over at David, smiling pleasantly. As pleasantly as he could muster.
David scowled at him, wasn't about to interrupt, was curious what kind of reaction Michael was going to have to what was going on back there. Judging by how long it had been, neither of them had any doubts as to what it was, either.
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Michael asked him, setting the magazine aside.
"Jacket...remember?" Marko lifted up his prized possession, "don't wanna go to bed and have to worry about it later. Right, Davey?"
David made a noncommittal noise, "Do what you want, totally up to you if you want to go find them." He didn't want Michael to blame him for what he was about to witness.
"Stupid reason, Marko." Michael stood up, "but I guess I could stretch my legs…" He glanced over at David, peering at him thoughtfully and trying to pick up on any indicators that this was going to be some stupid prank they'd been planning at his expense. But he was met with a fairly bored expression. That was good enough, he supposed. So he trailed out of the lobby and began to explore. Honestly, he hadn't gotten a chance to do it yet anyway, so he might as well start now.
Didn't look like much of a hotel. Sometimes it looked like even less of one. Then he'd find himself leaping over a small rift or ducking under several rotting beams covered in webbing, and parts of the place looked almost nice. Just old. Under the must and the stench of rot, or a meal buried lazily by one of the boys when they didn't want to bother with a fire or carrying it outside, Michael finally seemed to pick up their scent. Eventually, their sounds followed.
He paused mid-step, frowning. Were they fighting? Why would they go this far to do that? What could've pissed them both off enough to have them going at each other's throats? Paul had been mad when they came home, sure, but not that mad.
"Paul?" Michael called out. For a moment, the sounds stopped. Then he heard a stream of curses, and they continued.
"...Dwayne?" He ducked his head low, approaching what used to be a doorway. "What's-"
There are times when you see something so surprising, or maybe even so unsurprising, that your brain just sort of shuts down for a good few seconds and has to do a full reboot in order to try and process it. That was exactly how Michael felt when he got more than a good (or terrible) eyeful of Dwayne and Paul...oh god. The dark haired vampire had the rocker pinned, wouldn't let him move even an inch as he snapped his hips forward, dominating him, reminding him of his place.
He wasn't sure what to do, right then. He definitely wasn't going to call attention to his presence, that was for damn sure. Fuck, that didn't even look...it just looked painful. He slowly backed out of sight, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Oddly enough, he wasn't entirely disgusted. Not aroused by any means...but more indifferent, beyond the general feeling he never wanted to get on Dwayne's bad side, apparently. It did also remind him that they didn't really have any chicks in their pack, either. So...what, would he have to just...if he ever wanted to…? Nope. Not quite that horny yet, he decided as he turned back the way he had come, only to nearly stumble into David.
"Find them?" He questioned, blue eyes locked on his.
Michael uncrossed his arms and looked at David, his breath hitching slightly. He'd been so distracted, he hadn't realized he'd been followed. Since he'd been so attuned to his senses trying to track Paul and Dwayne, he should've noticed David's, too...funny thing, he actually smelled pretty good, now that Michael thought about it. He frowned and shook his head, "yeah. I found them alright. Bet you knew what they were doing, too, didn't you?"
"I had an idea, couldn't be totally sure though." He paused briefly, "Sex is...not always about pleasure or a relationship, sex is about dominance and sometimes just plain fun." He gave him a half grin, "You okay with all this?" He stepped closer to him, "Want to talk about it?"
"I...guess I was kinda beginning to get some kind of idea about that," Michael replied quietly.
"Sex between us can be the most awesome sex you've ever had." He glanced toward where Dwayne and Paul were, "And even though it looks like Paul might be hurting, he's not. Dwayne always takes care of his partners in the end, just has to make sure they know their place first."
Now that just ended up giving him another thought. Fuck it, he had a million questions building up here, not the least of which being how the scent of iron and leather that always seemed to follow David around had gone from being somewhat of a repellant when he was half to the exact opposite. This was just a little too weird for him, right now. "And...do you….?"
"Take care of my partners?" He grinned, licking his lips, "Yes." It was as simple as that. He leaned a little closer to Michael, practically pinning him against the wall as he pressed his mouth close to his fledgling's ear, "don't worry. I'm sure you'll find out when you're ready," he pulled away, giving Michael a quick pat on the cheek and smirking as he turned to leave. "Don't be long. Sun's coming up soon."
Michael stared after him, bewildered. Then he just laughed and began to head towards the lobby. Frankly, whether he was indifferent or intrigued, there was no way he was going to let anyone dominate him. No fucking way.
