~defy~
When the day has come
But I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop
And hide beneath the ground
When he was slowed to a stop, Sam could see nothing but darkness under the pier. He felt Dwayne lower himself to the ground and moments later he was lowered down with him. Sam figured that this was accomplished easily as obviously Dwayne could see in the dark; but when he felt that it was the mans lap that he was set on, blood rose to his cheeks in a heated blush. Everything was silent for a moment before he felt the man shudder as he heaved an unnecessary sigh, "What you found in the book store was true." Chills raced up his spine as Sam involuntarily stiffened.
The arms that were loosely around him tightened in a comforting way that had him relaxing and he calmed enough to listen to the man. "We are the night walkers that most believe to be fantasy, the predators of the earth." Sam nodded, knowing that Dwayne would see his encouragement to continue. "I was the third to be changed and brought into David's clan. Marko was the first, having been a friend of David's in their mortal lives. Then there was Paul, merely for his exuberant fun loving nature." There was a small pause as he leaved forward, resting his chin on Sam's shoulder. There was a slight falter in his voice, but Sam had trouble picking the half truth.
It seemed as though Dwayne was grappling for the words that refused to come to him, but Sam just waited patiently; knowing that when he found the proper words for what he needed to say then he would speak. All of this was so strange. With anyone else, Sam would have been offering up words trying to help the opposite organize their thoughts; yet with Dwayne he somehow just knew that the man always had his thoughts organized and that when he spoke it would be well thought out...never brash. There was a nagging feeling that he should be wary of everything in the back of his mind; at least for the sake that Dwayne just admitted to Vampirism and still here Sam sat with not even the slightest fear.
"By the time I was brought into the group, David and Marko had been this way for nearly thirty years. Paul had been around for seven and apparently had spotted me from across the beach one night." Sam leaned back against his chest, bringing his hand up to hold one of Dwayne's as the man continued his story, "Fresh out of high school at the age of nineteen. My parents had always pushed for me to get out of Santa Carla, so I was a scholarship student and had a full ride to Yale." The mans fingers entwined with Sam's as they seemed to melt together. "The night before I would leave north, my friends had taken me to the pier as a farewell. That was the night I was changed."
This time, Sam couldn't help the question before it was out of his mouth, "Was it against your will?" There was another moment of silence and for a second Sam thought that Dwayne wouldn't continue with the story. Guilt flooded him at the thought and he was about to apologize for interrupting when the man squeezed Sam's hand comfortingly. He let Dwayne think his response over once more, all thoughts of insulting the man gone from his mind. They shifted a bit as he brooded, into a more comfortable position with the man leaning up against one of the wooden beams.
Dwayne breathed in deeply and sighed, "It wasn't so much against my will, as it was David finding me when I wandered to the end of the pier alone and pretending to be an acquaintance. He offered me a drink to celebrate my leaving and I took it." A knot tied itself in Sam's stomach and if Dwayne weren't so comfortable with the tale, then he would have become upset. "The glass had been filled to the brim with the wine, as David calls it. His blood, though it tastes sweet like the liquor, is what started my change. I never saw the sun again."
Sam was shocked when Dwayne went directly into his next thought, "At first I resented them. All of them for what I had become. In the beginning, it was hard for me to kill yet over time I came to terms with it and suddenly it was as if I actually enjoyed it. Not taking the life of a mortal, but the hunt that was natural to my kind. It is never enjoyable to end a life; though it is our only source of nourishment. Mortals are naturally a night walkers food source." Everything kind of clicked together and Sam found that he actually understood. Vampires were real and just like a cow to a mortal, humans were to a vampire.
"Know that I will never harm you Sam. If I am to be honest, I do not think that I would be able to even if it was something I wanted." Confusion swept through Sam at the words and he turned slightly to face Dwayne. Though his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, the mans face was still shadowed and he couldn't see his eyes. "According to David, when vampires were created they were given a specific mortal mate as an apology for our blood thirsty ways." For the first time since Sam had met the man, he could literally feel the nervousness rolling off of Dwayne in waves. "Sam, I believe you are mine."
Every single thought in Sam's head came to a screeching stop as the words replayed themselves over and over again. He took in a deep breath suddenly wishing that he wasn't facing the man, for he was sure that Dwayne could see that his face was flushed red. There was a moment as he carefully thought out his next response as Dwayne patiently waited, "I am utterly new to this entire thing. And I hope you do not take offense because that is the last thing that I want. However, while I understand what a mate is...I am unsure as to what it entails." He paused once more before sighing, "Does it having anything to do with my strange attraction to you?"
The relieved chuckle that wracked Dwayne's body sent Sam's face flaming up again as the man pulled them closer together, "More or less. I like to believe that if I were mortal that I would have drifted to you regardless; and yes, that is one of the main reasons that I suspect that we are destined for one another. The creators created you as my mate. Though Sam, I will not force you if there is another path you wish to take." Quiet enveloped them then in a comfortable silence as Sam thought over the things that Dwayne had said to him.
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before speaking, "At this point, I will be honest; I am quite drawn to you regardless and it seems a little late in the game to walk away." Dwayne's arms tensed around him and he could swear that he could see the man smiling faintly in the darkness. Breath fanned across his cheeks and without a single warning, warm lips connected with his own and after a moment his fingers entwined into Dwayne's hair.
It didn't go further than that small peck on the lips as Sam was the one to back away, and almost fell out of Dwayne's lap when the man tried to follow. "Do you think that we could take it slow though? I want to treat this as an actual relationship. There need to be dates, and wooing. So much wooing."
Rather than the disappointment that he expected, Dwayne simply nodded in understanding. "Of course, we'll take it easy." Everything around them slowly began to lighten until finally Sam was looking straight into those hazel eyes that he seemed to admire so much, "I should get you home." Within moments they were off of the ground and Sam was looking down at the city below them. Dwayne stepped through the window to Sam's bedroom and deposited him on the bed. "Sleep well and I will meet you tonight." With one last kiss he stalked to the window and he was gone.
Sam smiled gently as his fingers found his lips. Dwayne had stolen his first kiss without even realizing it. He sighed as he laid back on his bed, his thoughts drifting back to the mans story. Slowly his eyes closed and he felt himself relax to the images of their talk. However they flew open again as a body hovered over his own. Lips connected with his throat and as he glanced down, he found Dwayne between his legs. The man stripped Sam of his shirt before attacking his neck once more, affectively silencing any protests.
Hands roamed all over his skin, burning everywhere they touched. Sam threw his head back against the pillows as those lips finally began trailing from his neck down his body. His fingers laced through Dwayne's hair, pulling roughly as the man nipped along the skin meddling little twinges of pain with the pleasure. Never had he suspected that he would be into pain, but the man made it feel so nice. He may have never experienced this with anyone else, but from the feelings coursing through him, Dwayne was very skilled at this.
Soon enough a tongue joined those teeth and Sam groaned as it laved at his nipples encouragingly. Then a sharp stab of pain radiated through his chest as Dwayne changed from teasing to claiming in all but a few seconds. Four prominent bite marks surrounded his right nipple and the man merely smirked at his work before giving attention with his tongue again. Those chilled hands began to run down further, tugging at the pants that he wore trying to get the ties undone. Though patience was wearing thin and the ties were soon shredded; the pants thrown away.
The man leaned back on his knees to admire the gorgeous being laid out before him; open and wanting for him. He sighed in pleasure as he lowered back down and provided another firm bite just above Sam's hip sending waves of chills running their way up his spine. Sam bite his lip then, so close even though Dwayne had yet to actually touch him. Then the man altogether bit into his thigh and Sam yelled as everything flashed white.
His hip hit first as Sam plummeted to the floor. As he groaned at the pain radiating from his impact he opened his eyes properly and glanced around the room. Sunlight streamed through while the curtains fluttered in the light breeze from the open window. With a sigh he stood up from the floor, but as he did everything about his pants felt sticky. He would have laughed if he hadn't just dreamt about Dwayne, but everything tolled heavy on his mind as he moved to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Taking it slow was officially going to be harder than he first thought.
When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
~defy~