Author's notes: This is a very naughty chapter. If you don't like naughty...skip it and assume David did something bad to Michael.
"Are you going to stand there watching her all night?" a familiar husky voice interrupted Michael's trance. He'd frankly become more than a little fascinated with Star's behavior down below. It was like watching an ant farm. Throwing her meal to her was like shaking it up, and waiting for the grit to settle as the insects inside struggled to recreate order from chaos. Only, she simply fought to clean up all of the blood, and was doing quite a good job of it too.
"I'm...I'm almost done..." Michael responded, wrapping his arms around himself and scooting towards the edge of the pit to get a better look. Hovering too long had gotten a bit exhausting. He hadn't had enough blood that night, since he'd been too focused on getting a warm body for Star to enjoy.
"You're done now, Michael," David growled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and throwing him to the ground. Michael grunted, struggling to push himself up, only to feel claws digging into his back and forcing him down to kiss the dirt floor.
"Get off of me!" Michael howled, struggling to fling his attacker away, with little success. Already he could feel the accustomed arousal building inside him as their fight began. It was always like this. A struggle, blood, bites and scratches. Then...when he finally gave in...because he always did...bliss.
But right now, he was too focused on Star to even consider letting David win the fight this time. Michael was going to win.
"Are you?" David asked, in response to his thoughts, flipping Michael onto his back and pinning his arms to the ground with a vicious grin. David's fangs had descended now, and he looked like he was much more in the mood to suck blood than cock.
"YES!" Michael screeched, feeling his own fangs descend as he pulled his knee forward to slam into David's crotch.
Vampires are indescribably evil creatures, generally, with unimaginable powers far beyond that of any living man. But getting kneed in the balls is still pretty fucking painful. David hissed as he rolled away from Michael and pulled his knees to his chest.
"You're going to pay for that..." David grunted, blinking several times and struggling to recover from the unexpected attack. Michael had gotten so much more complacent lately, he'd almost forgotten how dirty the boy's fighting got when he wasn't in the mood.
"Go to hell!" Michael snapped, pulling himself to his feet and preparing to run. Getting some distance from David would at least give him time to come up with a plan of action. Not that he ever got very far. But maybe if he just had a little more time, he could find something good and hard to knock his 'master' out with. Momentarily, Michael pondered if there might be a baseball bat hidden away somewhere in one of the destroyed hotel rooms...did people even play baseball back in 1906?
"MICHAEL!" David roared, flying after him as he tried to run away. The chase only incensed the older vampire more as he snatched Michael up and flew into the air with his claws digging into Michael's shoulders.
"Just get it over with already..." Michael hissed between his teeth when David pressed close to him and began to sniff at his neck.
"You smell good," David whispered, his tone a cross between a demon and a man with serious blue balls. The sound sent a shiver down Michael's spine as he likewise wrapped his own arms around David's torso. As much as he tried to fight it, and god did he want to fight it tonight...David just felt so damn...good...pressed up against him like this.
The older vampire growled, sliding his fangs across Michael's neck and drawing just a pinprick of blood. He pulled his face away, grinning triumphantly at his prize, who by now had a glazed look in his eyes. It was enough to bring the beast out. Honestly, Michael was way too easy. Even when he fought back, there was no hiding how much he secretly enjoyed these little trysts together.
"I should punish you for this..." David trailed off, running a hand under Michael's shirt and caressing his chest. "Not to mention that little mistake down there," he added casually, referring to Star, when he used his other hand to push Michael's jacket from his shoulders. Since they were still a dozen feet in the air, it plummeted to the ground.
"Mh..." Michael tried...tried to come up with a snappy comeback. But he was just too damned horny now to focus anymore. It was absolutely delicious.
"You're lucky you can't get pregnant, Mikey..." David teased, digging his teeth into Michael's shirt collar and tearing at it like a crazed animal.
"Because you're just so easy to fuck," David added darkly. He loved these moments when he could just make sly observations, and destroy his lover's clothing in the process. After their nights together, especially the more...athletic ones...he loved the sound of Michael's bitchy complaints about his limited wardrobe. It wasn't easy for the boy, having to hunt practically every other night just so he could walk around the cave in something other than tattered scraps of fabric. Not that David minded the sight at all. He quite liked it, actually. Even when Marko made the passing snide remark.
"Not the pants," Michael protested weakly, by the time they'd descended to the cave floor and began to really tear at each other. David quirked an eyebrow at him.
"They're designer," Michael added, obliging David by undoing his own fly for emphasis. The fights rarely lasted too long these days, even if they both always started them with the idea that either David or Michael was going to end up half-dead before either got to cum.
"That is...the gayest thing you've ever said..." David drawled, using a claw to tear off the top button of Michael's jeans anyway. He didn't need to. He wanted to.
"God damn it, David!" Michael snapped, trying to shove him away. This wasn't the panicked gesture of a man trying to escape a vicious battle, but the irritable reaction of a lover. Or an irate wife.
Oh shit...is that what we've turned into? David pondered, pulling himself up as he began to strip off his own coat. He gazed down at Michael, who had peeled off the tattered layers of his t-shirt by now and began to struggle to pull down the upper portion of his jeans before they were completely destroyed. Quite a feat, when he was trapped beneath David's grinding crotch.
David smirked, licking his lips. No. The sex was way too good.
"So, are you just going to fucking watch me all night, or are you going to do something?" Michael asked moodily, glaring up at David. The younger vampire's cock was rigid, and for a moment David fancied it was just as angry as it's owner. Good. After the shit they'd been through when Michael decided to make a pet ghoul, he deserved to be a little bit more frustrated than usual.
As an aside, he still loved the sight of that fleshy monster. It reminded him of the night he'd first seen Michael. Heartbreak about Dwayne and Paul's temporary death's aside...Michael had a glorious dick.
"Let me think about it," David replied, slowly reaching towards the bottom of his own shirt. As if he was thinking about whether or not he'd take it off. Not that it really mattered...his penis was in his pants, not under his top. Still, he was going to do this tortuously slow anyway.
"God damn it, David!" Michael shouted, trying to push him away. He wasn't very effective in his efforts. The master vampire was way too persistent. Every time Michael tried to push at his hips to shove him away, David scooted forward an extra inch and ground his crotch against Michael's erect cock. They'd moved across the cave floor at least three feet playing this little game together.
"Are you ever going to do something that stupid again?" David asked, pausing. His hands still hovered over his shirt, though by now he'd managed to pull it up halfway. Just enough to reveal his stomach.
"No." Michael whispered, biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming when David gave a little twitch of his hips.
"Hm?" David repeated, leaning down. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear..."
"NO. I WON'T. I WILL NEVER DO SOMETHING THAT STUPID AGAIN. NOW, GET ON WITH IT!" Michael shouted, digging his claws into the earth below him. He was getting to the point where words were much more difficult to think about. He was almost as delirious as his pet in the pit below, who had managed to lick up every last bit of her meal at this point, and was howling into the sky to indicate her intense hunger. Between Star's shouting and Michael's, David was beginning to get a headache.
"...Get on with it...what?" David asked, batting his eyes. The effect was somewhat unsettling, but not enough to leave Michael flacid.
"...Are you seriously going to do this tonight?" Michael questioned, unable to resist a small whimper. He may have been good at playing the part of a macho ladykiller...but in the 'bedroom'...he was unbelievably submissive. David had trained him all too well.
"Yes. Until you learn how to say it without questioning me, I am." David stated matter-of-factly, finally pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the side. He misjudged, however, and the clothing went flying into the pit below. Star immediately tore into them, eliciting a mental curse from David. That was his favorite shirt...
"...Get on with it...master." Michael gritted out, reaching down to grab at David's fly and impatiently tug it down.
"I thought you'd never ask!" David exclaimed, putting on a very good act as he pretended to sound surprised. He lifted himself up and finished unzipping his own pants, tugging them down below his waist while Michael accommodated his legs to wrap around him.
David almost regretted the mental tug-of-war they'd been playing, as he shifted to find the right position with his lover. His cock was aching to find a nice home to nestle in. Michael would surely be loose enough to accommodate him, considering how much practice they'd had on a nightly basis. Not that drawing blood or causing a minor tear now and then ever hindered him. The nice thing about being a vampire? Healing. Instantaneously. Lubricant was superfluous in David's mind. Granted, Michael complained once in awhile, but it really wasn't that big of a deal.
Their coupling was wild, and far more satisfying than any romp David had ever enjoyed with the others. There was just something about Michael. Maybe it was those eyes, flashing between the golden glow of a vampire and the bright blue shine of his human side. Maybe it was his chocolate curls David ached to drag his fingers through. Maybe it was just the fighting. He wasn't sure...but god damn, the fucking was always incredible.
Michael never admitted it aloud, but they both knew David could read his thoughts. Even if he loved Star...or perhaps the memory of her...there was a large portion of him that enjoyed the sex just as much as David.
Their bodies were both cold, the unfortunate state of being undead, but to each other...the friction between them created an indescribable heat. Not once had David or Michael ever finished without the other following soon after. Tonight was no different. Buried deep within his lover, David screamed with a satisfactory roar. Michael's own cries joined his, as well as Star's frustrated screams below. For a moment, in the haze of pleasure...David wondered if she was even capable of understanding what they were roaring about.
He smirked, gazing down at Michael, who seemed just about ready to fall asleep after their little escapade on the cave floor. It didn't really matter, did it? He had what he wanted. He had Michael. And soon...he'd have the whole pack again. Granted, he didn't really want to fuck Paul or Dwayne, but he'd definitely gloat about his affair with his reluctant lover. Before they'd died, the whole pack had a running bet whether David would get to be top or bottom.
David grinned. He'd won. He always won.