Sam looked out into the distance for a second, and then turned his attention back at Dwayne, who was still dumbfounded. "You do fly, right?" Sam asked him bluntly.
"Of course I do. I'm surprised you'd think I didn't." Dwayne tilted his head. "Do you?"
"I'm surprised you'd think I didn't," Sam copied. "Half vampire," he repeated. Dwayne just looked at him for a minute, furrowing his eyebrows in contemplation and curiosity. Sam just watched back, wondering why he was staring at him like that. The blue of Sam's eyes seemed to shine and his cheeks reddened a little under the scrutinizing gaze. "What?" he asked shyly, starting to feel self conscious. After a beat of silence, Dwayne answered.
"Nothing…" No, Dwayne didn't want to say what he was thinking. Who would? 'Yeah…you remind me of someone…' Great comment in a relationship; compare Sam to someone you used to know. That might just be the best compliment you've said so far!
So of course he didn't say anything. He said 'Nothing'. Sam really didn't want to hear what he was thinking, anyways…
"Just…stay out of sight as much as you can when you're in there," Sam warned. Dwayne was about to ask when Sam kept going. "Trust me. You don't want to meet my brother."
The wind was a lot softer that night, so there was only a breeze brushing their skin when they floated across the sky. If someone was watching, it would be unclear if they were gliding, flying, or just being blown with the wind. Sam's shirt flapped slightly and flew a little different than most vampires, with his limbs completely relaxed and standing more erect. He wasn't changed into any form; rather he still looked human. Or at least as human as someone could when they're flying.
There was a house on the edge of the cliff. How very dangerous, Dwayne thought. It was calmer out here too that particular night and the waves crashing against the rock were only half as loud. After they both swiftly landed and walked up the porch steps, he could see a pale, middle-aged woman a few feet in front of him, hugging Sam. A biological mother? He had never heard of supernatural beings living with actual family. "Sam! I wasn't expecting you back for another few days," she exclaimed happily. Once she noticed Dwayne standing there she might as well have gasped. She whispered something to Sam, completely surprised by the guest. He mumbled a few words back, and they were incoherent to Dwayne. "Oh," she said, turning her attention to Dwayne. "I'm Lucy—I'm Sam's mom." She took a few steps forward and reached out her arm to shake his hand, smiling brightly.
"I'm—"
"Dwayne," she finished. "I know; Sam's talked about you before." Lucy was obviously a vampire, to him at least. Her skin was pale and she had an odor to her that belonged to the undead. "Oh, don't worry—he hasn't said anything bad," she assured. Dwayne smiled a little at how friendly she was.
"Okay, Mom. I'll just give him a tour so you can stop embarrassing him," Sam cut in. Lucy stepped back, allowing Sam to drag Dwayne away. There were many open windows, and everything seemed so bare for it to get dark during the day. But it did seem very comfortable. And maybe they had some place to sleep in the basement.
This is such a nice house, he thought. So homey and warm. Sam quickly walked around the house, announcing rooms as they passed them, like it didn't matter too much. Once they went up the stairs Sam stopped in front of a door, closing his eyes in embarrassment. "Um…my room's a mess."
"My house is a mess," Dwayne countered.
"Hang on. Give me a minute." Sam opened the door and stepped in, but before he shut it Dwayne pushed his way through.
"What are you hiding?" Dwayne joked with a lopsided grin.
Sam accepted the small defeat, firmly shutting the door behind them. "Your room is not a mess." Maybe it wasn't the cleanest, but it was definitely much cleaner than what Dwayne was used to.
"If to you this isn't messy, then I wanna see your place," Sam mumbled, taking a seat on his bed. "This is where I live," he announced. "It isn't much, but..." He shrugged casually.
Dwayne was slowly scanning his room, taking in all the glory of it. Well…not glory—Sam's closet was breaking open from all the stuffed animals shoved in it. And not the kind you win from the fair. "I don't get how you can live out in the open like this."
"Our basement's pretty capable of holding a vampire. Only my mom can't go out in the sun," Sam explained. Dwayne's gaze drifted over to him again, looking into his baby blue eyes.
"You can go out in the day?" he asked him, furrowing his dark eyebrows. Sam patted the spot next to him, and Dwayne was a little hesitant.
"You've never sat on the same bed as someone before?" Sam teased, gesturing to the same spot again. Dwayne laughed inwardly at that, agreeing that he shouldn't be so weird about it. But still, there was a small tentativeness when he sat lightly on the edge of Sam's bed. Sam smiled widely, continuing with his explaining. "So," he began, "like I said—I'm half werewolf. Werewolves can go out in the sun—"
"They can?" Dwayne cut in.
"Where have you been hiding? Of course they can! Anyways, since I'm part werewolf, I can go out in the sun as I please. But I'm also half vampire, though, so if I do, I'm not as strong, I guess you can say. A bunch of the abilities are limited for me during the day."
"As in…" Sam waited for him to go on. "You can't fly during the day?"
"I can't fly, run as fast, all the stuff that vampires do. 'Cause once the sun comes up, I'm more dog than anything." The idea almost made Sam cringe—being a filthy dog like that…
Dwayne was still trying to grasp the concept of there being someone like Sam. He was something special, that was for sure. Sam explained a few more things—like his eating habits—which consisted of human blood, flesh, and normal food. And later on that night Dwayne relaxed a little more, now comfortable with his sitting on Sam's bed.
He was starting to really enjoy being where he was. Away from all the wild parties and crowds, next to an amazing person—Sam and all his perfections—while at the same time being so…in love?
"I've probably been here longer than your family would like," Dwayne admitted after the hours passed.
"They won't mind." Sam smiled again, this time with more of an admiration and assurance to it.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to—"
"No, really, I'm sure they won't." Sam's voice became persuasive—a little seductive. He reached out and Dwayne watched his hand go to his necklace, fingering the lines in the tooth. "Maybe you can stay a little longer? Your friends won't mind, will they?" Sam bit his lip and his eyes lingered on Dwayne's.
Dwayne watched Sam's every movement, resisting the urge to swallow hard. "Stay," Sam said again, trailing his fingers from Dwayne's necklace across his chest, feeling the smooth, cool skin there. The edge on Sam's smile faded into a more somber look, and Dwayne closed the gap between them in a sweet kiss.
It was slow at first, movement starting quickly until Dwayne's hands slipped around Sam's waist. His teeth glided along Sam's bottom lip, and he readily opened up his mouth, awaiting everything that would follow. Dwayne shot his hot tongue into Sam's mouth, exploring the new area while Sam fought to do the same thing.
Dwayne's hands rubbed soothing circles on Sam's back, hardly paying attention to the determined hands that were pulling down his jacket. Once he was aware of it, Dwayne pulled back, watching the clothing be discarded onto the floor before returning his attention back to Sam. He smirked, this time going down farther to latch his mouth onto Sam's neck. Sam jumped at the ticklish sensations coursing through his body, eventually relaxing and turned his head to the side, allowing Dwayne a better angle.
Once he found a very sensitive spot, Dwayne took turns between kissing and sucking, occasionally swiping his tongue over the soft flesh. Sam's breathing picked up and he closed his eyes, focusing on how good it felt. Dwayne's hands had wandered down to Sam's slim thighs, gripping lightly.
Sam's thoughts turned into mush, and he became dizzy as the room spun while he tried to keep himself upright. He snapped out of his trance when Dwayne bit down in his neck, eliciting a shuddering gasp from him and he racked his fingernails down Dwayne's back, causing the bigger teenager to moan softly.
Now Sam was relying solely on Dwayne's balance to keep them straight. If Dwayne wasn't holding him the way he was, Sam would have fallen over already.
But it never crossed his mind how fast things were moving. Or at least, nothing was being done about it. Sam kept pressing, trying to pull them down farther. Because he knew if he could get that far, there was no way Dwayne would resist him. Not that Dwayne would anyways…
The blonde got even closer to him with his legs, resting one over Dwayne's thigh, not taking hint to the sinking back that action emitted. Sam just took it to his advantage, putting more of his weight on Dwayne so as to lean them back onto the mattress, so the older male's back was pressed against it.
"They'll think I came here just to—"
"Shh," Sam cut off. "They're not here," he assured, making a move to kiss him again. Dwayne held his hands up against Sam in an attempt to resist him. "She left a while ago—work."
"You—" He was silenced with Sam's mouth, and he managed to get out a few words in between. "You don't…" Sam's legs straddled his waist. Sam was moving so fast is Dwayne didn't know him better he could have assumed the blonde wasn't a virgin still. He was going to say something about it—that Sam deserved something more special, not a rushed thing in his bedroom because his house was empty.
Sam stopped and looked at him for a moment, pressed up against Dwayne's chest, running his fingers across his smooth skin. "Do you even want this?" Dwayne asked him.
"I need it," Sam breathed heavily. Dwayne just didn't understand the literalness of that statement.
That's all Dwayne really needed—Sam to confirm that he wanted it.
It moved so quickly Sam barely caught it; clothes being shredded and tossed carelessly on the floor. He could tell immediately how it would go overall. "Lie on your back," Dwayne told him softly. After Sam swiftly did so he ran a hand down Sam's smooth, pale flesh. A sudden thought crossed his mind. Raking his fingernails down his back, he asked, "Have you ever taken it up the ass before, Sam?"
Sam nodded, biting his lip. Dwayne's hands groped Sam's rear end, and, damn, he had a nice ass. "Ready?"
"Ready," Sam said in a rather shaky voice. He gasped and clutched the sheets until his knuckles turned white when he felt Dwayne enter him, not stopping until he was within the hilt of him. Sam's reaction to the intrusion Dwayne wasn't expecting.
He slowed down a little, afraid maybe he was actually hurting Sam. He pulled out a little and thrust forward, biting back a groan. Sam couldn't keep in his. It was a little confusing, however, if it was of pain or pleasure.
But Sam said he'd done this before, therefore Dwayne didn't have to be as careful. That and the fact Sam was a vampire—he could endure even the roughest sex and be healed by morning.
Dwayne pulled out all the way and thrust in again deeply, shuddering from the sensation; it had been some time in between doing this.
Not able to control his hips anymore, he started a steady pace, growling when Sam moaned. He was wriggling underneath Dwayne so much he seemed like a virgin. But Dwayne loved everything Sam was doing, even though he wasn't sure if he was even hitting Sam's sweet spot.
The younger man's member was throbbing from the rather dirty words and phrases passing the brunette's mouth. He turned his head to the side to get a glimpse, only to be pulled back to his previous position with another growl from Dwayne. Sam fell forward onto the bed when he felt the sudden, very startling ripples of pleasure that spread through his body as Dwayne drove right against his prostate.
He kept at that angle for a few more thrusts until Sam came without warning. The blonde moaned as his orgasm overtook him, for a moment forgetting he was still only in a house shared by his mother and brother. But they were gone, he reminded himself. Yet, for a moment he feared maybe he was wrong and they heard the whole thing…No, they were gone, he repeated. Thank God.
Dwayne couldn't stop smiling like an idiot after he left Sam's house later. He told himself to stop; the others would know immediately what happened if he didn't knock it off. Before he entered the cave he did a little motion with his hands, exhaling his breath, to straighten out his face again.
He entered and stepped into view, avoiding David's scrutinizing look. Where had he been? Well, that was classified, David. Sorry.
"Hey," Paul drawled out, his face slowly pulling into a wide grin, showing his teeth. Dwayne's insane friend had a reputation for assuming sex right away for anything mysterious. For example, David is five minutes later to the boardwalk than he said he would. Paul's mind screams "Sex!" even after it's proven that wasn't the reason. Though this time he was right.
"Where were you?" David asked in a testy tone. His eyes were cold and hard as they stared into Dwayne's.
"What do you mean?" he asked, deciding to pretend he really had no idea what David was talking about.
"I have no fucking idea where you've been all night and we couldn't find you," the blonde growled. Dwayne sighed, stepping past David to spin around, shrugging innocently.
"I'm here now," he said simply. David gritted his teeth.
"You were with someone, weren't you?" Dwayne was about to deny it when David kept talking. "That's fine. But I'm going to meet this person. Whine all you fucking want but I am."
"Here we go again…" Paul groaned.
"Let's see…definitely a 'he', smells like salt and—"
"David," Dwayne warned. "Don't." David's eyebrows rose challengingly.
"A little protective, are we? Oh, I'm just dying to meet him."
"And you will!" Dwayne hissed. "I am not going to introduce any of you."
Now Paul started complaining. "But I don't see why we can't!" Neither did Dwayne, really. He thought maybe he was being a bit over-protective over Sam. But it wouldn't be too good if his friends and Sam met each other. More specifically, if David and him met. Dwayne couldn't picture that going well, for some reason. That's why none of them would ever even get on a first name basis. He couldn't even see them being interested in Sam too much, anyway. That put some ease on him.
Oh, don't speak so soon.
He must have, because the very next night Sam was at the boardwalk. At the cotton candy stand, to be more specific. That had never crossed Dwayne's mind before; Sam liked the sweet treat—as much as Marko did. Paul had hauled Dwayne off to the ride that was ridden by—in Paul's mind—the hottest girls in town.
Sam gave his money to the greasy man that worked at the stand, smiling despite the black-toothed grin that was returned. He only took a few steps away, stopping to tear away a piece of the food with his fingers. He froze when he felt a chill run up his spine.
It was much like the kind of feel whenever he was around Dwayne—even his family, to some extent. It was the warning of a threat nearby. He felt them all the time in Santa Carla, but this one was so close—dangerously. But it was only a chill, which also signaled that the close vampire didn't pose as much of a threat.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a small, curly-haired blonde at the same food stand he was just at. Sam smiled and turned around. Boy, did he love an occasional brewing over territory.
Marko stopped short before getting his food, noticing the young man that had turned his attention toward him. Marko smiled back sweetly. "Hi."
"Hi," Sam returned, with a slightly different tone—more emphasis and enthusiasm on the word. "I'm sorry," he lied, "but I couldn't help but notice your jacket." Marko pursed his lips. "I don't think I've ever seen it in a store."
"That's because I made it," he mumbled.
"Really?" Sam asked in awe. Inside he was laughing. Marko just seemed to ignore him, probably feeling a bit uncomfortable. Sam had seen him at the boardwalk before. Curly hair, hazel eyes…He usually traveled with a much taller individual. He could tell both his companion and himself were vampires, which made him all the more intrigued.
Marko wasn't sure what this guy was, and decided to stay out of his way for the time being. Sam scared him a little, and forgot about the cotton candy he was interested in eating before; he was only set for leaving. His bright eyes flitted around for a moment before he started walking away. "Bye," Sam called out after him. He cocked his head to the side, a smirk plastered on his face while he examined the cotton candy that had stuck to his fingers. His smile widened.
"See you later," he said softly to himself. He continued to touch his food until suddenly his smile vanished into something sour. The humans blinked and he was gone.
Well…it's been…How long has it been? More than a month, that's all I know. You guys don't deserve to have to wait so long! I don't even have an excuse, aside from my own laziness. You can remove me from you alerts/favorites if you want if you're really mad at me. I'd totally understand—I feel like such a jerk for waiting SO long…I hope this chapter makes up for it. No promises, but I'll try to get another chapter in soon, hopefully around next week. Yell at me, tell me you still love me, express your love for chocolate—Review, please!