Chapter 5 - Interlude

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Warnings: M/M handjobs

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The night breaks gentle and clear, and Michael comes to consciousness in a tangle of limbs. Someone is curled around him, flat teeth nibbling with languor on the back of his neck, hand moving steadily down his ribs to grip the crest of his hip bone. He growls in appreciation, pressing back against the hardness rubbing firmly where his spine dives between the globes of his ass.

"Something you want, pretty boy?"

Michael bristles at the tone, the name. He snarls, turning his head and snapping with sharpened teeth at the teasing voice in his ear.

Dwayne's dark eyes meet his own when he turns, warm yet sinister. Michael withdraws his fangs quickly, almost on instinct.

"Oh, hi, Dwayne. Thought you were David," he says calmly.

Paul and Marko lose it from the other end of the cave, their laughter annoying and too abrasive. Michael's expression shutters.

"Ignore them," Dwayne murmurs, hand cool against the rising heat in his chest. Fingers soothe and settle, nail sliding over a nipple. Michael hisses, closing his eyes. He can hear David's huff from where Marko and Paul are still cackling, followed by a weary, frustrated growl.

David watches his brother and Michael start moving against each other, and his tiredness melts away. What the hell is this guy's problem? He can fight David tooth and claw, but submit to Dwayne without even a tiny scuffle. And pretty boy? Since when was his brother allowed to call Michael pet names and he couldn't. He'd sired the bloody kid. He at least should be able to call him pretty.

'I can hear you grumbling, Davey. Chill out. Michael's just getting used to being one of us. He'll come around.'

'Yeah, boss man! Soon he'll be begging you to call him pretty.'

David rolls his eyes. Fucking idiots.

'Hey, I take a fence to that!'

'It's offence, Paul.'

'Shut up, Marko! You know I hate big words!'

David sometimes wishes he'd never met those two brainless doorknobs.

Michael groans, a soft but hoarse noise, as Dwayne wraps a hand around his cock. The vampire strokes in time to each bite and lick against his neck, teeth sharp, not fangs yet, grazing the sensitive flesh of his throat. He gets his own hand between their rutting bodies and presses it to the hard, throbbing bulge inside Dwayne's pants.

"Fuck," Dwayne curses, his steely composure broken, slowly falling to pieces with every movement of Michael's hand.

'I don't think I've ever seen Dwayne lose his control like this before.'

Marko sends the thought to Paul, who is equally surprised… and equally turned on.

'I dunno, dude, it's pretty hot!'

Paul doesn't bother to keep his reply hidden from David, who suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. Maybe it wasn't too late to leave this gang behind and start a new one.

Michael feels the flood of wetness under his palm, soaked into the material of Dwayne's jeans, and smirks in victory at having managed to make the other vampire come first. He keeps rubbing his hand in small fast circles, even after Dwayne's hips jolt from too much touch, and then lets go himself, arching his head back, stare locked with David's as his orgasm crests, only fluttering shut in lucid pleasure once he sees hot, burning jealousy darken those gorgeous blue eyes.

The two brunettes relax against each other, letting the hazy sensation of climax fade slowly. David watches with hooded eyes, nostrils flaring at the scent of sex wafting heavy in the air, his fingers drumming restlessly against the arm of his wheelchair throne.

Anger flashes through the blond, then smug satisfaction as an answer to his vexing new childe's behavior blooms in his mind. Time again to establish dominance, to make Michael beg him for blood, for release, for anything and everything. His brothers will obey, the thought of teasing Michael, bringing him to the edge of mindlessness only to push him away, make him crawl to David in tears is delightful, the best entertainment they've had since Star came along.

First though, first he needs to deal with something; something little more than a minor nuisance, but still, can't leave loose ends. Always a chance they'll pop up at the worst of times to cause trouble.

"Michael… if you're done, let's go for a drive. I feel like being sociable."

Marko giggles, pushing on Paul with a grin. Paul shares the laugh, watching as Dwayne and Michael disentangle, sharing a bit of old shirt to wipe most of the mess off before tossing the rag into an oil barrel to burn and smoke.

"Don't wait up, boys!" David calls as he heads up the stairs, Michael trailing behind him with a frown. The remaining three wait till the sound of motorcycles fades, glancing at each other with wicked grins.

"Follow?"

"Fuck, yeah. I'm not missing the family reunion for anything. Might even be some leftovers."

Paul bounces, punching Marko hard on the arm. "Come on, I don't wanna miss the opening act!"

The three brothers make for their bikes, racing off into the night howling with vicious energy.