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Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Seven

Punk stood at Mike's bed and stared down at him. He wanted to tell the younger man everything about himself, but that was one part of his life that he wanted to keep to himself. It wasn't like he was afraid to talk about his life, it was just something that he didn't want to think about.

Yes, Phil's father was a vampire and he hated him. He hated him for what he did to his mother. He hated that he was left alone to be raised in the monastery. Yes, he spent most of his life hunting down vampires with Serena and the others. He wanted all vamps dead. Then, he was captured and held prisoner. Mike was the first face he saw after spending two years in the dungeon. Mike smiled at him and held out his hand. Phil took it and he was with a family...a true family and he was loved.

Phil didn't like Randy when he first met him. Hell, Randy didn't even like him. Their common ground was Mike. Both men tolerated each other, but Phil fell in love with the demon hunter. It did take awhile for Randy to reciprocate, but it was worth the wait.

Mike stirred and looked up at him. The blond smiled. "Hey."

"Hi," Phil said.

Mike held out his hand and Phil took it. He sat on the edge and stared into those blue eyes that he loved so much, those blue eyes that were his light in dark times.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked.

"Nothing," Phil said.

The blond sat up and stared into Phil's eyes. He cupped the older man's face and ran his thumb over the Dampyr's bottom lip. He leaned forward and kissed him. Phil parted his lips and their tongues ran over each other and stroked. Mike pulled away.

"Don't even think about it," Mike said. "I know you have something on your mind. I know that you're going to do something irrational. Don't you dare."

Punk stared at him. "I'm not going to do anything."

Mike glared at him.

"Mike, I'm not. I just wanted to come and lay with you."

The young blond softened a bit and nodded his head.

Punk toed off his shoes as Mike scooted over. The Dampyr crawled into bed and threw an arm around the younger man. Mike stared into Punk's eyes.

"What?" the Dampyr asked.

"Just admiring you."

"What's there to admire?"

"You're a very handsome man, Phil." Mike kissed him.

Phil chuckled.

Mike pushed him over and lay on top of him.

"Hey, I wanted to lay with you."

The blond nodded as he kissed his way down to Punk's neck. He sucked lightly on the Dampyr's neck as his fingers tugged on Punk's shirt. Mike pulled the material over Punk's head and tossed it aside. Punk grabbed Mike's shirt and did the same. Both men stared at each other.

Mike slowly traced Phil's inked chest. "I love your tattoos."

Phil smiled.

"Having fun without me?" Randy asked as he stood in the doorway.

Both men looked at him.

"I just wanted to lay with him," Phil said. "He had other ideas."

"What?" Mike asked. "I'm a little horny."

"A little?" Randy asked.

"Right now, a lot horny," Mike said as he rolled off. "Come to bed."

Randy slowly nodded. He closed and locked the door behind him. He turned to look at the men he loved and made his way over to them as he stripped down to nothing. Punk and Mike quickly undressed. Randy stared at both men with love and lust in his eyes. He climbed into bed. He kissed Mike before going to Punk. He moaned when both men grabbed his hardened member.

The demon hunter grabbed their hands. "Let me lay down first."

"That ain't fun," Phil replied.

Mike nodded in agreement.

Randy laughed and went to lay down. He watched and enjoyed the feeling of both men sucking him off. He came and watched as they shared his seed.

"That was hot," Randy breathed.

"We're not done yet," Mike replied.

True to his words, the three spent hours in bed, pleasing, exploring, and just loving each other. Randy lay in the middle with Mike on the right and Punk on the left. Only Randy and Mike were asleep. Punk stared at Mike and sighed. He looked up at Randy and gave a crooked smile. He slipped out of Randy's embrace and quickly but quietly dressed. He took one last look at the men he loved and left the room.

Punk made his way downstairs and out the door. He went to the garage and got onto his motorcycle. He rolled the machine far away from the house before he started it. The Dampyr drove towards downtown. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew that he needed to get to the bottom of what was going on with his former crew. He taught them better than to align themselves with vampires or so he thought. He just couldn't believe that they would follow some vampires whimsy.

He pulled his motorcycle into the coffee shop and stared at the building. He remember when Ted and Cody got the place. The Dampyr helped them clean the place out of vampires. He even helped fix it up.

Punk shook his head and got off the bike. He carried his helmet and went walking around the city. If they were going after virgins at clubs, he decided that's where he needed to be. He walked down the sidewalk toward a crowd as they waited to be let in. As he passed by an alleyway, he stopped and looked down the darken place. He slowly made his way down the trashed filled area. He could hear Serena talking to Luke.

"We only need a few more," she replied.

"I don't think a few more would fill that pool," Joey replied as he closed the back.

"Five in one night is pretty good," Luke said.

"I'd say," Serena said. "If we can get a few more, then we'd be good for the night."

"What makes you think I'll let you do that?" Punk asked as he came into view.

The three looked to him and Serena smiled.

"Seriously? Working for a vampire?" Punk questioned.

"What's the difference?" Luke asked. "We worked for you."

"One, you didn't work for me...we worked together. Two, I'm part vampire. I still have my humanity," the Dampyr said.

Joey looked from Serena and back to Punk. "We're doing a greater good."

"Greater...good?" Punk mocked.

Serena nodded. "Gangrel explained everything to us. What we are doing is bringing about a God to grant us power to change things for the better."

"His Lord is a demon," Punk said.

"No, he is a god," Serena said.

Punk shook his head. "You're being brainwashed!"

"No, we're being set free," Serena replied.

The Dampyr wasn't paying attention when he jumped from behind. Christian stared at the prone body. He moved his eyes up.

"We'll take him," Luke replied.

"Why should we do that?" Christian asked.

"He's our brother-in-arms," Joey replied.

"He trained us," Serena added.

Christian stared at the man and slowly nodded. "Keep him locked up. I don't want him to go warning the Chosen One."

The three nodded and watched as the blond moved back into the shadows. They went to their former comrade and placed him into the van.

Ishmael stood on the roof of the building and watched as they drove off. "And so it begins."