Explorations
*Chapter 3*
Nothing was still caught in the pleasure of the powerful orgasm as the van finally came to a halt in the middle of the dark road, engine purring and the headlights lighting up a patch of grass, indicating that they were more or less parked sideways in the darkness.
Nothing sobbed again, completely caught up in the aftermath of the hard climax, and he slumped back in his seat, his pretty, pale face painted with bliss. He gasped for breath, and fought to regain control over his young, gorgeous body.
Zillah swallowed deeply, noticing only absently that the car was spinning and then came to a sudden halt. It didn't matter, he was totally focused on swallowing Nothing's warm seed spurting down his throat. He greedily sucked it, getting high on it as it was just as much an aphrodisiac to their race as blood was.
After a few more sucks, milking the last droplets from the fruity flesh, Zillah let the softening member go, licking some come from his glistening lips before he was all over Nothing.
The vampire was hard, desire raging through his veins and he wanted to fuck, now!
Blood red dots appeared before his eyes, his vision darkening and blazing in a throbbing rhythm matching the pulsing in his groin. Ravishing Nothing's mouth anew, Zillah forced his tongue in, his slender, smallish form betraying his strength.
"In the back," he ordered, pulling the dizzy boy with him onto the mattress of the van, already tearing at Nothing's shirt again, with the other pushing down more of the black pants his son was wearing. Zillah barely lost control when it came to these things, he was level headed, in control, seducing instead of being seduced. But with Nothing it was different; the kid held some kind of unhealthy power over Zillah, that the vampire knew would be his downfall some day...
For a moment Nothing was barely aware of what was happening, but when he found himself sprawled on the mattress in the back, the scent of old blood, liquor and sex mingling into an intoxicating cocktail, his senses started to come back and made him almost hyper-aware.
He could see the dark, dried in stains painting the walls despite the darkness, could smell sperm and old blood in the depths of the ragged mattress and he could practically taste the lingering air of alcohol and clove cigarettes, of life and death, of sacrifice and salvation.
And more than anything he could taste Zillah's desire in the air, breathed it in and let it overtake him completely. He slid out of his already torn shirt easily, indulging Zillah's ministrations without the slightest resistance, because he knew what would come next, and Nothing craved that more than anything.
He let Zillah yank the tight jeans down and off his slim body, leaving him completely bared before his father's greedy eyes, exposing Nothing in all his naked glory. He was still thin, but not unhealthily so, and it was clear that he was adapting perfectly to their way of life. After all he had been born to drink blood, and after fifteen years his body was finally being provided with what it had always been aching for. The contour of Nothing´s ribcage was less defined but still beautifully hinted under smooth, pale flesh, the delicious, round swell of his buttocks alluring and sexy.
His narrow, sharp hipbones still stood out and underlined his slim figure and flat belly, perfectly shaped for wearing those low riding jeans he had grown to love, mostly because it made Zillah drool in such a delightful way. Nothing loved the way his father always looked at him when he wore clothes like that, part possessive, part horny, and he knew that he could pull it off without effort. His beauty and youth was the perfect match, and his good looks had already more than once lured strangers to their van, promising a night of sultry passion only to end in a feast for the van's occupants.
But right now he used his body to seduce, to entice and enthral because he wanted Zillah more than he wanted anything else in his life. He knew it would be rough. Zillah was far too far gone by now to wish to be gentle, and Nothing craved that, too, the pain from having his father full force.
He turned around and practically threw himself in Zillah's arms, working anxiously to undress him as well, to expose the beauty of the creature before him.
"Make me yours, daddy" he whispered, voice sultry and dark. "I want you so much!"
"Ah, my lovely boy, I want you too," Zillah hissed, one of Nothing's exposed, hard buds between his teeth. He was hovering over his son like a starved carnivore over its hunted prey, his growls just as menacing and animalistic, his usually nonchalant attitude abandoned. His fingers feverishly glided over sharp ribs, white flesh, a heaving chest, fueling his excitement, making his head spin with need. Making him rough and uncaring.
Stretching and arching into the eager hands that were wandering over his body, making Zillah's skin crawl as if thousands of little ants were on him, Zillah's sharp teeth and soft tongue tore and licked at flushed skin, as if he wanted to eat Nothing, devour him whole.
Nothing had managed to open Zillah's pants, freeing Zillah's hard, weeping erection while Zillah licked off the dried blood from Nothing's collar bone, shoving his body between Nothing's legs, growling,
"Lube."
Nothing practically clawed at Zillah, black painted nails filed into tiny mirrors of his fathers, ripping into pale, perfect skin, drawing red lines over his chest and sides. Nothing was completely lost in Zillah's all consuming lust and he whimpered out of sheer impatience once Zillah moved between his spread legs, ready to claim his rightful possession.
As Zillah hissed his command, Nothing reached out and feverishly searched for one of the bottles of lube they had stored beside the mattress, and when his hand closed around the familiar tube, he hardly had the patience to flip the lid open and squeeze some of the viscous liquid into his palm.
No matter the amount of lube Nothing knew that Zillah wouldn't have any patience to prepare him, wouldn't have time to play like he sometimes did, and that it would hurt. But Nothing didn't care. This was Zillah exactly the way Nothing wanted him tonight, and with a hiss of impatience he reached down and smeared the lube all over Zillah's hard, aching cock.
Even there Zillah was perfect, his hard flesh smooth like silk and promising pleasure beyond comprehension. Nothing arched his young body up against his father, eagerly searching his mouth in hungry, greedy kisses.
"Now, daddy, please!" he begged, shamelessly offering his young body for Zillah to feast in, laying himself out for Zillah to claim with all the passion of the wild beast he was.
The surreal smell of plastic cherries hit Zillah's senses, so different and outstanding from the coppery odor of blood and sweat and heavy lust.
"That's my boy."
Hissing Zillah roughly forced Nothing's legs wider, pushing one of the boy's knees on his shoulder. His dick found the small wrinkled entrance to Nothing's body almost on itself, poking against it, pressing the reluctant muscle open. Zillah's cock bent only the slightest bit, before it was suddenly swallowed by Nothing's delicious body, the head vanishing inside that sweetest of all fuckholes as if it had been sucked in, as if Zillah's cock was the key that unlocked a place of heavenly pleasure.
Zillah gritted his teeth, damp clouds of warm breath pressing through pearly canines. His forehead rested against Nothing's chest for just a moment, just the time Zillah needed to adjust to the head of his cock being engulfed by slick warmth, while the rest of it was still waiting outside to enter Nothing's body as well. Then he rolled his head over the sweaty skin of Nothing's heaving chest, hoisting the child´s leg up again and let his hip snap forward, shoving his dick further inside and all the while looking Nothing in the eye.
Nothing let out a deep, pained cry as he was impaled by Zillah's hard flesh. It hurt but it was the sweetest pain Nothing had ever known, and he could feel tears build in the corner of his eyes as he stared into the beautiful, alluring sea of green that held his gaze in a tight hold. Clear droplets trickled down his temples and into his black dyed hair as he clung to Zillah with all his strength.
It wasn't tears of sorrow or despair, was in no way an attempt to escape his lover in any way. It was a pure physical reaction that Nothing wasn't even much aware of. He was too absorbed in it, too far gone with desire and even greed to register such an ignorant thing.
All that mattered was Zillah, Zillah and the indescribable, all consuming pleasure that flooded every fibre of Nothing's slim body. He bucked against his father's thrust, gritted his sharp little teeth in a greedy snarl as his hands held on tight to Zillah's shoulders, clinging tight and whispering desperate pleas for Zillah to never stop, to never let him go ever again.
The pain was exquisite, the intensity intoxicating, and when Zillah aimed a well placed thrust deep inside Nothing's tight body, the young boy arched his back with a loud cry, his prostate being hit dead on and causing his entire body to shudder with uncontrollable pleasure.
"My sweet baby," Zillah groaned, grinding his hips till he was inside to the hilt, his balls slapping against Nothing's sweet ass with a sharp sound that fit perfectly into the musical ambient noise of their moaning and whimpering, hissing and ruffling. Then van was shaking underneath them, the force of their love making a little bit too much for the age old, rusted vehicle to quietly bear with it.
Burying one long nailed hand in Nothing's raven mane, Zillah pulled his son´s head back, exposing his throat again, seeking the wound he had created there before and that had almost healed by now. With the edge of his canines, Zillah reopened the blue vein, letting the purple fountain flow again. His chest rubbing against Nothing's, as he pounded into the boy's sweet body in a frantic rhythm, and his pierced nipples brushed against Nothing's unscathed, sweet little buds.
Fine sweat had built on Zillah's back, small droplets rolling down along his spine, his flexing muscles stretching under marble skin. It had gotten warm and damp in the van, their hair was one wet mass, clinging to their faces and backs and the old mattress underneath them.
Nothing's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Zillah's sharp teeth cut into his flesh, opening the vein pulsing with Nothing's rich, crimson essence. When he felt Zillah's wet lips descend on the wound and he started to drink, Nothing whimpered with pleasure, knowing that he provided his lover with everything he could possibly crave at the same time. Zillah's thrusts into his body were deep and rough, filling Nothing to the brink and making the boy moan in wanton pleasure every time the sweet spot deep inside him was brushed or hit dead on. He was already close, his young body as virile as any teenagers and driven by so much more than just adolescent desire.
This was love, this was perfect fulfillment and Nothing's hands slid down Zillah's sweat slicked skin, brushed over flawless, perfect hide in reverent admiration. He could feel Zillah drink greedily, could feel how his tongue and lips worked to keep the wound open and coax the rich blood to flow freely into his hungry mouth.
"I love you, daddy" Nothing whispered, completely consumed by the intensity of their lovemaking, and for every thrust Zillah pounded into Nothing's sweet, accepting body, he pushed his son a little bit closer to the edge, a little bit nearer the ultimate climax born from so much more than mere physical attraction.
His hands slid around to Zillah's front, his nimble fingers finding the rings piercing the hard nipples and tugged, none too gently because he knew that it drove Zillah mad with pleasure. He wanted them to come together this time, wanted to share his orgasm with his father in perfect synchronicity, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer.
"Ah... I...love...you... too" Zillah grunted, pushing more black, damp hair away, taking the time for a rough, hard kiss, his teeth clashing with Nothing's. He was close, so close, a tornado was building in the pits of his stomach, pulling at his balls, driving his pelvis into a gyrating drilling machine.
The fire behind his green eyes flared up, as he withdrew, his tongue licking over red lips, licking the fluids from his teeth. He gave himself over to his needs, let his body work it out, just waiting for his orgasm to hit.
A low growl was building in his throat, rumbling deep and quietly at first, but constantly it became louder until eventually it bore a full fledged roar, feral and pure. It was a sound of unadulterated bliss and ecstasy that shook the van, as Zillah let his hips snap forward a few more times, shoving inside that warm, tight tunnel as far and hard as he could and then his fingers clawed around Nothing and his head fell back, sharp teeth exposed and flashing in the darkness.
Zillah was stock still for a moment, eyes closed, their bodies joined as completely as never before. A droplet of crystal water rolled down Zillah's cheek, mingling with the blood from his lips and dripped off his chin onto Nothing's beautiful, white chest. Slowly Zillah opened his eyes again as he came down from his high, feeling like he´d been riding a tsunami and was now washed ashore, and looked down at Nothing, collapsing onto him, as his muscles melted away.
"My pretty little boy," he purred with a lazy smirk, licking over Nothing's cheek, combing black wet hair with his fingers.
Nothing was a complete mess, sobbing in absolute bliss as his own body gave in to the pleasure and released in an explosion of colors, warping his mind clean of all coherent thought and just let him be. His milky seed spurted in between their writhing bodies, painting their taut bellies with creamy white ribbons of cum, smearing it into sweat slicked skin as Zillah's fantastic climax erupted like a volcano sputtering lava and overflowing into Nothing's tight, narrow body.
When Zillah collapsed on top of him, Nothing slumped into a boneless mess as well, clinging tightly to Zillah's powerful body and hiding his face against Zillah's neck. He could still taste his own blood in his mouth from Zillah's kiss, and he felt the hunger grow to an almost unbearable level when he came into contact with the throbbing vein on the side of Zillah's throat.
He could feel the strong pulse surge just below the surface of the pale skin, and with a whimper Nothing licked and suckled at the soft skin, tracing the pulse point and the throbbing vein with his tongue, scratched it lightly with his sharp little teeth but didn't dare bite without permission.
It was the most intense sex Nothing had ever had, and he was completely breathless, his mind deliciously numb and sated in a way he had never felt before. He slid his hands into Zillah's long, gorgeous hair, running the silken strands through his fingers in an almost reverent way. He worshipped Zillah, loved him with all his black little soul and the adoration was easily readable in his pretty dark eyes, painted with black make-up and eyeliner, long, thick lashes dusting over pale cheeks and bringing forth an image of innocence long lost.
Zillah smirked as he felt Nothing's hot tongue, his trembling lips, and graciously let go of the other's scalp, to cut a long slit into the underside of his arm, holding it for Nothing to suck away the crimson liquid. His son's sharp teeth tearing at his fresh wound felt good, driving his exhausted body to another high, and so Zillah pressed his lips against the slash on Nothing's throat, straightening their bond anew, their bodies mingling in the two most intimate ways possible.
As they were still revelling in the heated afterglow of their orgasms, sticky and sweaty and bloody, the back doors of the van were suddenly jerked open, the cool night air flooding the car.
A blinding light hit them and made Zillah jerk up his head, eyes narrowed, teeth bared in a most unamused manner.
tbc~
Natzilla: Hehe, straight police officer... We´ll see ;) Gah, I´m so behind with this, we have written 97 pages already, and here I only post chapter 3 _ Everything was better in the 90s maybe? and your link dun work, but I can imagine :D
bonjourmeadow: Oh wow!!! Thank you so much, I´m glad I could spread the luff XD Some of the characters´ names are very memorable and peculiar, aren´t they? I liked that a lot too^^ Do you have a favorite character?