Explorations
*Chapter 2*
Zillah hissed as he was pulled forward by gravity that even he with his superior blood wasn't able to defy, and naturally, the seat belt was ignored, hanging limply and gloatingly beside the worn out bolster.
He needed a moment to come back to his senses, the cool night air helping a bit as Nothing jerked the door open and stormed out of the van. Through fine golden strands hanging into his face, Zillah could see his child quickly marching away from the car, strangely obscured by the dead insects splattering the windshield.
The first reaction was hot anger boiling up inside him and gritting his teeth with a snarl, Zillah roared his fury out in a silent scream.
'What the HELL do you think you're doing, you little shit?!'
Zillah was pretty sure that his mental message had reached Nothing, it was strong enough to reverberate in his own skull.
Hissing, Zillah got up, roughly shoving his own door open and staggering outside, the bottle of Chartreuse rolling lazily on the floor.
Nothing had felt the message from his father as if he had been struck by a lightning bolt, and Zillah's anger echoed in his brain just as forceful as if he had been struck with a fist. It made Nothing stop dead in his tracks, feeling that slight tinge of fear that Zillah still managed to instill in him when he really wanted to. Well, shit!
Slowly Nothing turned around, looking back at Zillah, feeling his own anger dissipate into the cool night air. The fear only strengthened his desire, made his pants feel even tighter as his erection throbbed in desperate longing for touch.
"Daddy…" He whispered then, seductive and somewhat submissive. "You scared me…"
He stayed where he was, waiting to see just how angry Zillah was, how rough he was going to be. Because Nothing wouldn't settle for anything but Zillah at full force. Not tonight.
Slowly he reached up and traced his index finger through the red stream of blood painting his chest, and then he brought it up, smearing the crimson liquid over his lips, around his mouth, and licking some of it off with his tongue in a most seductive manner. All the while he looked back at Zillah with large, perfectly mastered, innocent eyes, secretly promising all things carnal and indecent.
A low hiss was pressed between filed teeth, sharp enough to echo over the rattling sound of a car quickly passing the parking lot. Zillah's green eyes were narrowed, still ablaze, his lips pressed into a sulky, thin line.
So this was a sight to behold indeed, those huge, glistening eyes softly wrapping around Zillah, melting his anger away, the sweet scent of blood and feigned innocence so intoxicating...
Zillah seized the too thin boy up and down with a taxing look. So Nothing wanted to play hard to get, to be punished.
„Nothing..." Zillah slowly came to walk towards his son, his steps disturbing the gravel with crunching noises. A small smile had taken over his features again, as he was drawn to his child as if an invisible string of blood was pulling him closer.
He stopped only a few inches before the alluring, seductive youth, the dark blood on his lips glistening in the pale moonlight. Features softening, Zillah moved his hand over Nothing's cheek, rubbing with his thumb over bloody, wet lips, before he reached for the boy´s finger, drawing it into his mouth, sucking it in and licking the last droplets of his fluids from the bony digit.
With a long, last suck the vampire let go, holding Nothing's gaze, searching his eyes, drowning in the dark pools.
„You have been a very bad boy, Nothing. Daddy needs to punish you now."
It definitely sounded like a promise.
Nothing felt fear creep into his belly, tightening around his beating heart and filling him with an excitement he had never ever known before. He feared Zillah, feared that calm surface that surely hid a blazing temper inside, and it made Nothing shiver slightly in the darkness of the night surrounding them.
He didn't know when he would push one too many buttons, when he would go too far and make Zillah snap into a boiling inferno of rage. It terrified him and fascinated him all at once, and as Zillah whispered that sweet, sweet promise of punishment, it threatened to turn Nothing's knees into jelly.
He had never known passion like this, never found pleasure as fulfilling as he did with Zillah. He remembered the rare moments back home with Laine, how they had stolen kisses and exchanged blowjobs in search of something they would never be able to truly find.
But here, with Zillah, his own father, Nothing knew what pleasure was. He had learned what it meant to be owned, to be claimed in every way imaginable, and still he came back for more. It was like a drug to him, far stronger than any shit he could shoot into his veins, and if it one day meant that he would push Zillah too far, that he would have to pay with his life, so be it. He knew that he could not stop now.
"Daddy…" he whispered, meeting Zillah's intoxicating gaze with his own, dark eyes. He wished he had inherited his father's eyes, wished he had the same pull that the brilliant green jewels had in him. Zillah's beauty enchanted him, filled him with an almost possessive desire. His Zillah. His lover. His daddy.
He reached up and caressed Zillah's cheek with his hand, smearing a little bit of left over blood on Zillah's cheek. "I didn't mean to be bad. Please punish me. Please."
Ah, his son was so sweet when he was like this. So perfect, so obedient, like a kicked little puppy, and he was all Zillah´s. All his.
"So, you didn't mean to..."
Zillah tilted his head in faint, cool amusement, his pointy thumb nail parting the soft flesh of Nothing's lips, while his long fingers tightened around the boy´s neck, forcing his head back. Triangular teeth were flashing in the dusty light of a dying street lamp behind them, smeared with blood and spit. Reeked like bitter rebellion.
"But you did," Zillah informed him calmly, his voice strangely soft and tense at the same time.
"Now, how to punish you?"
He tapped a long, white finger mockingly against his chin, looking thoughtful, before his eyes widened a fraction as if an idea had just hit him. One corner of his lips twitched up as he withdrew his finger from Nothing's ivories, letting pouty lips slip back, hiding his son´s vampiric nature.
Zillah was hard, very much so. Behind his eyes flashed images of him pinning Nothing against a tree trunk, feasting from his child´s throat, his palms were clawing white, full buttocks while his cock wrung the most delicious whimpers from the sweating, writhing boy.
Yes, that was what he wanted. And this was what Nothing wanted too, most likely.
Which was exactly why neither of them would get it. At least not yet.
Dropping his hand, and releasing Nothing's all too sweet and arousing face, Zillah turned back, languidly playing with a strand of his hair, pushing the silky scarf over his shoulder and strolled back to the black van.
"Get in the car. We will go back."
Nothing felt as if he had been slapped in his face.
"W..what? Now?!"
He felt utterly disappointed as he watched Zillah's slender form walk away without even a glance back, and he barely managed to hold back a loud sob. He staggered a few steps after Zillah, feeling like his legs were going to give in on him. He moaned, knowing that he would never be able to drive the van back in this state without crashing into something.
But he had asked for punishment, and it occurred to him that he was getting exactly what he wanted. This was exactly it. He forced himself to follow Zillah back to the van, and fought hard with his own temper, knowing that if he provoked Zillah even further, he would probably get torn in two. But he didn't go to the drivers side. Instead he followed Zillah all the way to his side of the black vehicle, too far gone to be above begging now.
He leaned up against the van, draping his slender form against the cold metal and looked at Zillah with pleading eyes, lowering his black smeared eyelids to half mast and watched his father through the long, lush lashes. He felt his heart race and his groin ache with longing as he tried so hard to gain Zillah's attention, to light that tiny spark in him that would be merciful and give Nothing what he wanted.
"Daddy, please" he moaned, tilting his head back and baring the long, pale line of his throat, offering himself shamelessly in a silent plea.
Nothing knew that Zillah was attracted to him, knew that Zillah liked his thin, slender body, his sharp hipbones and flat belly. He knew he had what could turn Zillah into a greedy, indecent rage of bloodlust and sexual hunger, and that was exactly what Nothing craved now.
"Please take me."
Of course Zillah could not resist that longing hungry look, Nothing's slender body that screamed to be taken, pulsing in hot, heady waves.
In a rush, Zillah was on him, appearing before Nothing out of thin air, pressing him harshly against the van, his own slender body shoving against his child´s. Capturing Nothing's lip between his teeth, Zillah pulled, eyes sparkling in a fierce green, his hands roaming over Nothing's chest, tearing at his shirt, slipping underneath and finding a hard nipple to roughly pinch between his fingertips.
Zillah´s erection was pressing against Nothing's, two warm, pulsing rods of swollen flesh only separated by thin layers of fabric and the cool night air. The van was wobbling with the force of Zillah´s lithe, but powerful body forcing itself onto Nothing
Licking Nothing's breath away, plunging into the moist cavern with carnal force, Zillah stole a long, feverish kiss, his quick fingers stretching the thin fabric of Nothing's shirt.
"Poor boy," Zillah breathed, clawing at a rosy bud, before he abruptly let go and opened the door of the passenger seat. It had cost him some strength and Zillah´s inhuman heart was beating in his chest like a hummingbird´s nervous wings, but he remained stubborn.
"Be good now. Get in the driver´s seat."
He would teach Nothing a lesson, all right.
Nothing could still taste Zillah's spit in his mouth from the delicious rough kiss, and he was panting hard from the feel of Zillah's whipcord lean body against his own, feeling the possessive power radiating from the elder vampire.
The arousal was almost painful now, too much and still not enough, and when Nothing obediently climbed into the van and settled in the driver's seat, he felt his body trembling from suppressed desire. He knew he was a sorry mess, and that Zillah knew it, too, but after a little while he drew in a couple of deep breaths, regaining some of his earlier resolve.
He was too proud to let Zillah get away with this, and when he had finally gotten himself somewhat under control, Nothing turned his head and looked at Zillah with an almost calm expression on his pretty face. His dark smeared eyes were aglow with his built up desire and his lips were moist and alluring as he tilted his head slightly and tugged the corner of his mouth into a self assured smirk. Oh, he would give Zillah resistance if that was what he wanted.
"Where do you want to go, daddy?" he asked and turned the key in the ignition. "I'll be a good boy now."
"Somewhere fun."
Zillah off-handedly gestured towards the road. He still didn't care where they would be driving – as long as they were driving. That was the whole point of it, to be back on the road, so Zillah could finish what he had started.
The van moved back onto the black band of asphalt, spitting some gravel onto the road, bumping over a dead, dried out opossum.
Nothing had become quiet again, so calm and still like the surface of a mountain lake at night, but Zillah wasn´t fooled. He knew that something was lurking deep down underneath, swimming through the bottomless, black water, waiting patiently to jolt up and catch its prey and drag it down...
Withdrawing his gaze from the somewhat wise, young face, Zillah reached for the bottle between his feet that were stuck into black steel-toed boots now. Laine´s sneaker had been lost somewhere along the way, but there were always other hitchhikers, with other shoes. The Chartreuse, mixed with the dried blood from his lips, burned a hole into his throat and his belly, melting some of Zillah´s anger about being defied away, but not his lust.
Wiping over his mouth, Zillah threw the empty bottle into the back of the van where it clattered to the ground. He leaned over towards Nothing again, looking through the windshield.
"Open your pants."
It took a moment for Nothing to comprehend Zillah's request. Well, not so much a request as an order, really, and he blinked a couple of times before he managed to fully understand that Zillah, indeed wasn't done playing with him!
"You're kidding, right?" he gasped, losing some of his newfound calm. "Not while driving!"
He had a hard time concentrating already, and with no streetlights to guide him and help him find his bearing, he just knew that they were bound for disaster.
But he also knew that Zillah was relentless, and another look at those piercing acid green eyes convinced him that there was no way out of this one.
With a shudder Nothing reached down to his aching groin with one hand and popped the buttons one by one. It wasn't an easy task, and the van skidded for a moment before he got it back under control, but he was too aroused to let fear overcome him now.
His black painted eyelids slid into that same drowsy, seductive look as before, and they fluttered when he accidentally touched his own hardened flesh, trying to obey his father's command. He moaned wantonly as he lifted his narrow ass off the seat so he could slide the low riding, torn pants down his slim hips and fully expose himself.
His erection stood proud and throbbing from his loins right in front of the steering wheel, and the cool air felt amazing now that his engorged flesh was finally freed from the confining fabric.
Zillah´s gaze drifted lazily down to the gorgeous erection standing stark naked and white in the darkness like a neon sign of lust and desire.
"Lovely."
A jolt of sparkling heat shot through Zillah´s stomach and all the way down to his loins, making his own boner impatiently stiffen.
"Touch it. For Daddy."
Nothing sucked in a deep breath as Zillah's next command flowed from his lips, spoken so sweetly, like honey and silk. He wasn't fooled by it, and for a moment he considered to rebel against what would surely end in them hitting a tree somewhere or running the van into a ditch.
But Nothing wanted this too much, was far too gone to think straight anymore, and after a second's hesitation his slim hand reached down and let thin, bony fingers wrap around his heated flesh. A soft gasp slipped from Nothing's lips as he made contact, and it felt so good, so relieving to finally gain some friction to his neglected cock.
For a few seconds he just sat there, savoring the feel of the tight hold, but soon even that wasn't enough, and he started stroking, slowly, up and down, smearing the pearly drops of precum that trickled from the slit over his reddened flesh, causing the wet skin to glisten and sparkle in the faint glow from the moon outside the van's windows.
Nothing had almost forgotten everything about driving the van, but somehow he still managed to keep the vehicle on the road, all the while his moans of pleasure sounded into the still night. He slid his fingers over the moist erection, squeezing in all the right places and finally allowing his fingers to reach down to cup his balls, smearing glistening wetness over them, too.
"Dirty boy, you´re leaking," Zillah informed him with a taunting sigh of resignation, as if he was scolding a little child for drooling on its Sunday dress for the third time in a row.
"Here, let me get that for you." With a predatory smile, Zillah leaned over, striding some of his long hair behind his ear so it wouldn´t get in the way, and hovered with his mouth mere centimeter above the glistening, warm flesh.
His breath was brushing over the pink tip, engulfing it, cooling it like a cold silky blanket. Zillah took his sweet time to let his nostrils savor the heady, musky scent, the clean sweat and salty odor of precum that went straight to his brain.
Then his tongue lolled out, almost lazily, and licked slowly over Nothing's glans.
Zillah´s taste buds blossomed with the unique taste of his son, so addicting, so much like his blood.
"Mh, delicious."
Nothing was sure that he was going to explode in that very moment the silky touch of Zillah's tongue brushed over the tip of his cock, and he let out a loud cry as he instinctively squeezed his balls in his hand.
"M..more, please!" he whimpered, completely desperate to feel that again, to have Zillah's silky soft mouth wrap around him and suck him all the way down.
It was a rare treat. Usually it was Nothing sucking Zillah off, and that made this moment all the more powerful, all the more overwhelming.
He let go of the steering wheel with the other hand and let his fingers trail up along Zillah's slender back, up towards his nape where he gently scratched and caressed, trying to coax him into offering even more of the delicious wet heat his mouth promised.
"Please, daddy" he whimpered, struggling with controlling the vehicle with only his knee now. "So good!"
Taking the time to look up into Nothing's face that was contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rapture, Zillah´s breath hitched for a moment, caught in his throat at the sight.
"That´s sweet. Beg some more."
Every moaned word dripping from Nothing's full, red lips was like sweet nectar to Zillah, like the purest, warmest blood staining his mouth.
Graciously, Zillah let his tongue dart out again, circling the head of Nothing's erection, lapping away another pearl of precum and letting it roll down his throat, before he traced the thin slit again.
Pressing the slick muscle against the pulsing member, Zillah slowly lowered his head, his moist lips touching the hard organ, tightly wrapping around it, but only so much. Just enough to give Nothing a glimpse on what he had to expect if he was being a good boy...
Nothing was far too gone to consider rebellion again, and he begged like he had been born for it, begged for Zillah to suck him off, to have mercy and let him reach the peak he so yearned for. The van reeled from side to side on the dark road, dangerously close to skidding off the black patch of asphalt and end up in one of the ditches flanking the road.
"Make me come, daddy, please, I need it so much. It's so good!" His pleas ended in a desperate sob, his hand nuzzling Zillah's nape tightening its hold involuntarily until he had the sense to let go so he wouldn't dig his nails into soft flesh.
"I'm so close!" he cried, sobbing again as pleasure completely overwhelmed him just from the mere expectation of finally feeling Zillah suck him off good and hard.
Zillah narrowed his eyes at the pressure that was added to his neck, as Nothing tried to desperately force him down. Then however he just gave a mental shrug, relaxed his tongue and throat and let his head fall down, impaling his mouth on his son´s cock.
Zillah swallowed the straining organ whole at once, feeling the soft skin of Nothing's sack against his lips, Nothing's sweaty fingers kneading sensual balls, squeezing them, yearning so much for pressure and release.
Slowly, Zillah lifted his head, pulling the thin skin over prominent, blue veins with his tightly wrapped lips, his tongue flickering and moving against the hard rod. It was a long, hard suck, but he didn't give Nothing time to adjust, swallowing him all over again.
This was actually quite fun (if it hadn´t been, Zillah would never have bothered doing it). His sharp teeth were scratching over Nothing's cock ever so slightly, and the wet sucking noises mingled with Nothing's moans, his pleas. Zillah chuckled low in his throat, the sound rippling over the boy´s cock like sparks of electricity, like some vibrating, wet cavern was clenching around him.
Nothing felt the rippling pleasure of Zillah's chuckling vibrate around his sensitive member and suddenly everything exploded into an inferno of pure, white-hot bliss.
Nothing came hard and screaming, hips lifting off the seat and his back arching while waves of almost unbearable pleasure crashed over him, rippling through his young, beautiful body.
The knee Nothing had been using to steer the van while both his hands were occupied slipped from the smooth surface, and only in the last second did he manage to step on the brake, preventing the car from going straight off the road and into the ditch on the side.
~tbc
Natzilla: Yay, you found it^^ Haha, you know, I had that very strange image popping up of Zillah´s face trying to melt back together around a branch stuck in it XD They nay be able to fix themselves to a certain extend, but I suppose there are limits? Well, imagine how old they are! And say the van is really really old too, then there can be generations of candy indeed! Like, a mars chocolate bar from the glorious 68s or so! An here you have more smut^^ Hopefully you´ll appreciate it :P
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