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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Biting, smut, oral, mutual masturbation, creampies, choking, degradation, praise, slightly possessive partner, mentions of blood, general violence, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her. Warnings: This chapter is basically mostly porn, barely plot. MINORS DNI Summary: David returns from his rampage. The fleeting feeling of rage leaving an emptiness in him that only bonding can fix. Word Count: 7k ish Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Six

David stumbled down into the cave, his spurs jangling as he walked. He groaned, his belly too full of blood and liquor. His boots scraped along the ground as he walked, too drunk to care to walk properly.

As he made his way into the cave, he saw Dwayne sat up in Paul’s beanbag chair, reading a book. He was keeping Paul company as he worked on his art project in the early hours; more waiting up for David than anything else.

The sound of bones clunking down to the ground echoed softly. Paul was determined to get the right look without duct tape ruining his vision. David looked over to the roost. Marko had already gone to bed; tuckered out from his excursion with the two of you earlier that night.

David stood halfway between the roost and Paul’s alcove; he swayed in his boots. The thought of hanging upside down made his stomach churn.

He walked over to where Dwayne and Paul were, and drunkenly pulled a beer can from the plastic six-pack rings. He burped and handed the few remaining cans to the brunette. Dwayne looked up at David, an uneasy feeling crossed his mind. He wanted to ask how he was doing, but the blood and sweat that ran slowly down his brother’s face warned against that. So, he took the cans from David, a half grin across his face, and set them down between himself and Paul.

From the corner of his eye, Paul quietly watched David. He was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid, a snide remark to David right now would surely end in Paul finding out what his teeth tasted like. He just hummed quietly and pretended not to notice his ornery brother.

David popped the tab on the can, the hiss was louder than it should have been over the uneasy silence in the air. He swayed a little bit more before turning towards where you were, stumbling over the weight of his own feet as he clumsily pulled the curtain back. The liquid in his belly and the can sloshed around as he moved, the droplets of beer staining the ground and David’s glove as it flowed. He stood over you and watched as your chest rose and fell with your breath. He watched your silent, sleeping form for a moment, your stillness bringing a smile to his face.

David turned his pocket out and the shells he picked up tumbled to the ground by his boots. You heard the shuffling and clinking on the ground by the bed and stirred from your sleep.

“Mmm, David?” Your eyes sleepily fluttered open, just enough to make out who it was. You smiled up at him and your soft hand reached out to his own.

You let your eyes close shut and gently closed your fingers around his gloved hand, inviting him to stay with you in the bed.

He sat down on the mattress next to you and began to take off his boots. With the tip of his right boot, he pushed against the heel of his left, the boot came off with a thud. He tried the same with his other foot, but his sock just slid down against the heel; he had to lean down to pull the other off, and he spilled the rest of the beer as he did so. David grumbled and let the can fall to the ground with a clank and a rattle as it rolled away.

Maybe I overdid it, he thought as he felt the burp in his throat come up with an acidic liquid. He swallowed hard and fought back the urge to throw up. Luckily, vampires didn’t stay drunk long, but he’d have to ride it out till then. David sat up and took a deep breath, he let his head fall back and his eyes close.

Why couldn’t anything just be easy for him?

Even in life everything was hard; and now, in eternal unlife, everything was more confusing.

He sighed and looked down at you. His dead heart ached watching his sleeping mate. He wanted nothing more than to be with you, for you to be with him, forever. He felt the ache in his bones, in his being; wherever his soul had gone, he was sure the ache was there too. You squeezed his hand in yours, and he smiled down at you. He brushed some hair from your face and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

You groaned, “David, you smell like blood,” crinkling your nose you pulled away from him.

He smiled against your skin, “yeah?”

You nodded groggily, “mhm…and beer,” you rubbed your eyes, “where did you go?” His appearance shocked you; he looked like he waged a war… against himself. You sat up next to him and pulled the blanket around your shoulders. “David?” the worry in your voice asked everything you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“I’m fine sweet thing,” he slurred, “you should see the other guys,” he chuckled, trying to ease your nerves.

“Oh, David…” you licked your thumb and tried to wipe the blood off his cheeks.

“Sweetness, I’m FINE,” he jerked his head away from you. David grabbed your wrist and held your hand away from his face.

Your sweet smile faded. You pulled your arm from his grasp and pulled the blanket closed around you. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but you shut him up. You put your hand in his face to keep him from getting up to follow you, “STAY.”

David scoffed, “excuse you?”

“I said, STAY, David.”

He bit at the air, warning you that he was annoyed. David watched as you stood and walked over to where your bag was on the floor. The blanket clinging to your body as you moved. You pulled out a bottle of water and twisted the cap off. You picked your shirt off the ground and poured some water on the sleeve.

You walked back to him and placed your hand on his nape. “Don’t move,” you warned, and dabbed the wet cloth along his cheek. He nipped at your hand.

You stared at him, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me gag you,” you scolded.

David raised his eyebrow at the thought, and you wiped down his neck, trying to clean as much blood off him as possible.

He tried to pull away from you, but you held him firmly by the back of his head, “you don’t have to baby me…” he grumbled.

You looked down at his hands and noticed the splatters of blood that came up from under his leather gloves. You slowly, and delicately pulled them off his hands, and turned the shirt over to start cleaning his knuckles with a fresh part of the cloth. You picked his hand up in both of yours, he hadn’t realized until then how small you actually were compared to him, and his hands. He smiled drunkenly at this.

You guessed at some point he took his gloves off to fight, but you weren’t sure why. You swiped the wet cloth gently against the back of his hands and knuckles and he hissed lightly. His knuckles were split, you were sure it was painful to the touch, but he needed to be cleaned. The cloth let out a squish as you squeezed it to get more of the water on his hands.

You could hear him growling now. “I’m not babying you,” you said gently as you wiped the dried blood off him. “I’m loving you…” you turned his hand over and wiped the dirt and blood from his palm. He stared at you in awe, he didn’t know what to make of you cleaning him off, but this certainly wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind.

David was used to licking his wounds for himself and his brothers, hell, sometimes they did it for him; but this felt different. It was much gentler, much more… human. There was something about the way you gingerly held his hands that made him feel odd; not weak, but incredibly strong.

He felt powerful watching you clean the blood off him, taking special care to make sure he was okay. You moved to his other hand and looked back up at him, his eyes watched you intently.

You smiled and went back to cleaning his knuckles, “you really did a number on someone, huh?” The backs of his hands were deep red, especially around his knuckles where they were cut up. The bones in his hand must have been broken earlier in the night, and the skin was already beginning to bruise green in some spots; one of the perks of being a vampire you thought, fast healing.

He chuckled, “it was just some assholes, no big deal.”

“Did ya have fun?”

“Mhm,” he hummed softly.

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re okay….” You smiled down at him, and he turned to hide his drunk blush. “I should take you on one of my hunts next time,” you giggled.

You tossed the bloodied shirt to the ground, and you turned David’s hand over, you kissed his palm, and he cupped your face in his hand. He could have sworn he felt his heart beating quick at that moment. He loved how sweet you looked, how kind you were, how happy you made him in that moment. You put your hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead, he winked up at you.

This new feeling felt like warm blood flowing through his veins, it excited him. He pulled your face to his and kissed you gently. You felt warm against his lips, and he felt cold against yours. You pulled slowly from the kiss and held him, his ear falling against your chest. David loved listening to your heartbeat. If his belly wasn’t so full of blood at this moment, he'd want to taste yours. He nuzzled his face against your breasts, you felt so soft, and good against his cheek.

David wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, “oh sweet thing,” he kissed up your skin, “I missed you.”

He heard the laugh come from your belly, “David, you were gone for only a few hours, it’s not even morning yet.”

“And I missed you every second,” he moved the blanket aside so he could kiss down your shoulder.

“Dork,” you laughed at him.

“M’ignoring that,” he nipped at your flesh, “I want you again,” he whispered. He licked along your exposed skin and let his teeth graze ever so lightly against you.

“Oh, David…” you whimpered.

He loved when you moaned for him, he loved more how good you made his name sound.

“I’m still sensitive from earlier,” you protested, only half-heartedly.

“Don’t worry sweet thing, I can fix that,” he drunkenly kissed further down your arm, then down your hand. His tongue lapping at the wet blood on your fingers and palm. It was an odd feeling, but it made the warmth pool in your belly.

A small moan came from your lips, “but Daavid, I’m so sooore,” you whined.

“I’ll be gentle my sweetness,” he turned your palm over and kissed it eagerly. His beautiful blue eyes looking woefully up at you.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and the iron from the blood on his coats. You weren’t entirely sure you could trust his word at this moment, when he said he would be able to control himself. Maybe you didn’t do your best to close yourself off to him as the sleep still crept through your bones, maybe you just had a look on your face that said what you meant, but he read it.

“Y/N,” David spoke softly, he placed his hand under your jaw and brought your gaze to his. “I promise I’ll be gentle… d’you trust me?”

His words made a blush come up through your chest and cheeks, it was like a fire under your skin. Your heart raced and the ache in your loins turned into lust as you stared at him.

Oh David…

David giggled, “you even make that sound good from your mind.” His grin was devious, his toothy smile made you nervous; and more importantly, it made you excited.

You nodded meekly and bit your lip; you were sure he could smell your want again. David kissed your open palm, “tell me what you want, my sweet thing.” Your eyebrows furrowed, the pathetic look on your face made David’s pants tight. “Well sweetheart?” David kissed your palm again, the blue in his eyes turning amber around his pupil.

“I…I want…” your eyes flickered from his gaze to his lips, your hands gripping his coat gently, “I want you to love me.”

David stared up at you. He stood, his expression softening, “Y/N, of course I love you…” He put his hand back on your cheek and pulled you to his face. He let his forehead come to yours, nose to nose, “you’re my mate,” he spoke softly against your lips, “you’re mine. I’ll always love you.” David kissed you, deeply. Holding you in his arms as you let your body relax and fall fully into the kiss.

“Even if you try to run away,” he joked.

“Shut up,” you snorted.

Vampires bonded through various ways, feeding on each other, fighting each other, and fucking each other. It wasn’t just a simple act as it was for humans, it was more complex, more intense, it bonded them more than emotionally or physically. It was a spiritual connection; it was deep and life giving. For vampires, it was a way to protect and nourish their kinships. So, when the boys pawed at their partners, it wasn’t purely out of lust, it was also a yearning for intimacy beyond human comprehension.

He laid you back down on the bed, and you let the blanket come off your shoulders. He slowly pulled it off of you and growled excitedly as your body was exposed to him. He bit his lip and began kissing down your stomach. He let his hands trail along your soft, warm body, savoring every inch of you.

“Ohh darlin’”, the southern drawl coming out lightly, he licked his tongue out at your naval, and let it drag as he trailed down towards your love.

David put his hands under your thighs, his thumbs on the inner part and pushed your legs open. He loved the way you blushed when he did that, you would probably never stop being embarrassed at the hungry look he gave you. He kept his eyes trained on your gaze as he kissed your thighs.

David relished the look on your face; the soft red blush in your parted lips, your lidded eyes, the way your brows scrunched up in anticipation, the pretty gasps that came from you as you panted. He left soft nibbles and licks as he made his way from one leg to the next.

His nails gripped into your skin as he pushed your legs further apart. You squeaked at the feeling.

David eased his grip; it was going to be hard not to ravage you the way he wanted, when he had just promised to behave. He kissed gently up towards your weeping cunt in an apologetic hum. His eyes locked onto yours and he gave a cute grin as he waggled his tongue out at you, hovering ever slightly above your mound.

That devious look on his face, he was cute when he wanted to be, and you clenched in anticipation for him. As you watched his tongue loll out it changed, it turned from a normal human tongue into a long, slender, forked one. It worried you, how foreign it looked. You gulped and he chuckled. He let his tongue graze against your slit, tasting your love. You whimpered at the gentle feeling, and he pushed his cool tongue deeper into your folds.

You felt his tongue flick inside of you, “fuck,” you breathed out.

He lapped up your love as it flowed, pressing his forked tongue against your walls. It twisted and wiggled inside you, much deeper than you would have expected it to go. He tasted your arousal on his tongue, and his eyes rolled back in drunken bliss. As he kept licking you, he tasted his come, it made him smile a bit…then he tasted Marko’s. That annoyed him. He thought his come had pushed out all of Marko’s, sadly, it had not. So, he decided to lap the rest of it out while he was prepping you for his cock. His tongue pressed hard into your walls, you could feel it writhing over your ridges as he coiled it in and out.

“David!” You wailed.

He snaked his hands under your thighs and grabbed your hips, keeping you in place. His eyes watching your hips buck up against his hold, and your hands grip at his hair. He kept the tip of his tongue wriggling inside you while he pulled slowly out, the back of his tongue sliding up towards your clit. He bobbed his head up and down gently to let the back of his tongue rub against your nub. David kept the bulk of it inside you, savoring you, your taste, and your moans.

You tried to keep your legs open, but the pleasure that he was giving you made it hard, your thighs started clamping around his head. “Ohh please don’t stop!” You begged him to give you what you wanted most. He hummed with his tongue inside of you, pleased at your desperate reactions.

David twisted his tongue inside you, he loved the way you tasted; his eyes rolled up in his skull as he lavished your warm wet cunt squeezing against his tongue. He pushed more of his wriggling muscle further into you, and lapped the tip against your cervix; the forked edges creating a pressure that was new to you. You squirmed against his hold, and he pushed the length of his tongue back against your gummy walls. He angled the thick part of his tongue upwards against your sweet spot. You bucked against his mouth, “fuck, David! I’m almost there!” He smiled against your cunt with his tongue inside you, he pulled the back of his tongue out again to fold it up against your clit. His tip pushed against your sweet spot and the rough back part of his wet tongue rubbed against your nub.

He moved the back of his tongue quickly against your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach snap, and you spasmed around him. You screamed and bucked your hips against his mouth, your hands gripping into his hair and your thighs squeezed around his head. “Daaaavid!” You moaned his name as you spasmed around him. He lapped up your come as you finished bucking against him. The moans and squeals that came from you sounded so loud in your ears, and you could barely hear anything else over it.

You felt your vision go dark; he knew just how to make you come undone for him. He relished in pushing you over the edge, he loved more how you squeezed around him, whether it was his cock, his fingers, or his tongue.

David let his tongue lap up the last bit of your love and slowly pulled out from your warmth, when he smiled up at you his tongue was ‘normal’ again. “Fuck,” you panted out and let your arms cover your flushed face. David started kissing atop your mound and his fingers rubbed your hips gently, you could feel him smiling into your skin. He let you stay laying on your back with your arms covering your face, you needed to catch your breath after all, and watching you like that stroked his ego something fierce.

Your chest rose and fell sharply; you tried to slow it to calm yourself, but something startled you before you could. You felt David grip your hips and pull you diagonally in the bed, he was hissing loudly now. When you looked up, he was crouched over your lower half, growling at something behind the curtain.

You looked over, Dwayne and Paul were watching the show, and you laughed, “how long have y’all been standing there?” The boys shifted their stance from one leg to the other, too nervous to look at you; they were eyeing David, who was still growling. His possessive stance over your body a clear indication he had no plans of sharing you this time.

Paul was the first to speak, “Can we-”

“No.” David said, in a low, firm tone.

“We just wanted to watch…” Dwayne spoke softly. Normally the boys had no problem challenging David for a piece, but he was serious this time.

“You can watch from over there,” David said as he licked at your thighs.

He didn’t mind an audience; he was used to the boys being around all the time, but he wanted you solely to himself this tonight. You stared at David, and he watched as the boys sit on the other side of the curtain. Paul took no time to spread his legs out and start rubbing himself through his jeans.

David turned back to you, his expression one of annoyance. You smiled down at him to reassure him that they wouldn’t be a bother and reached your arms out to him. Your fingers grasping at the air, calling him to you. He crawled over your body and his knee rested between your legs, one of his arms snaking behind your head to pull you into a kiss. You moaned into his mouth.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and you smiled. David moaned softly into the kiss. Your body was on fire, you had been ravaged earlier and were still covered in bruises and bites, but the licking David had just done on your lower half made the pain turn into pleasure. Whatever David did down there had taken all the ache away and made you grind your hips into his thigh.

“Oh darlin, you’re so needy for me,” David smiled into the kiss. You could feel his hand move from behind your head to grip your chin. He lapped at your tongue then slowly began to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. His other hand came up to knead your breast, David pulled away from you and looked over your body. “Oh sweetness,” his thumb came to rub over one of the bite marks the curly haired blond made on your plush mounds. “Marko really did a number on ya didn’t he?” His cool thumb soothing the sting of the deep purple bruise.

“Mmhm,” you nodded softly, eyebrows scrunched up with a whine.

“Damn shame,” David clicked his tongue in his mouth, he started licking at the various bite marks across your chest, neck, and shoulders. His tongue felt wet, and slick as it moved across your skin. The dark marks starting to fade to light purple, then vanished before your eyes. David looked up at you, slowly pushing himself up on his arms, a satisfied look on his face,” there we go.”

You smiled up at David, his knee pushing slowly up to crotch. He could feel your wet arousal through his pant.

“David,” you whispered, sitting up on your elbows to look at him.

“Ah-ah,” David pushed you back down on the bed, “I’m not done with you.” His hand came up around your throat and gently pressed you into the mattress. “I’m not gonna let Marko outshine me,” a deep chuckle left his throat. You couldn’t see him very well from where you were being held on the bed, and you squirmed under his hold. You could hear the wet of his mouth as he opened it, still chuckling, his mouth came down to your side by your ribs and bit down.

You screamed, his bite was painful, but not enough to make you bleed.

He gently clamped down to make sure the mark was nice and deep, and after a second, he pulled away to admire his work. “Heh,” he smiled, and leaned back down to put another bite on your breast. His teeth came down around your areola, and you could feel him lick and suck your nipple as he bit.

You mewled and fidgeted against his hold. Your pulse thumping beautifully against his ungloved hand. “David!” You bucked wildly against his thigh, trying to get some release.

He half growled; half chuckled against your flesh as he twirled his tongue around your stiff peak. David unclamped from you and looked up, still lapping at your breast. “Y’all right darlin?” He relaxed his hold around your throat.

You nodded weakly and gasped for air.

“Need more,” you whined. His fingers and tongue felt wonderful, but you wanted his girth more than anything. Rutting your hips against his thigh was not enough, “please,” you begged.

David groaned; looking down at you in this pathetic state, eyes glossed over, whiney, panting, pawing at his arms, grinding against him. He loved how much you wanted him. How you mewled under his tough, begged for him, came undone for him, how pliable and fuckable you were, he loved that in his mates. “Sorry darlin, I can’t hear you, what was that?” He leaned down, hand to his ear, amused by his own antics.

You mewled, embarrassed that he was going to make you beg in front of the others. Your eyebrows scrunched up, and you half turned to look at the two vampires sitting on the floor, rubbing themselves through their jeans, when one of them rustled their belt buckle. Your cheeks flushed a deep red and you gulped against David’s hold. You could feel him squeeze gently on your throat.

The vampire above you spoke, not looking at the others, he licked his lips, “you two can either leave, or you can shut up.” David hissed; that was the last time he’d let them interrupt you two without getting violent.

Dwayne looked over at Paul and scowled, he would be damned if he had to leave because Paul couldn’t get comfortable in silence. Dwayne nipped at the wild hair blond as he pushed his jeans further down, not making a noise. They exchanged looks, and Paul continued to undress while holding his belt buckle in one hand.

David squeezed your throat to drag your attention back to him, his thumb rubbing over one of your veins. He pressed his nose to the underside of your jaw and took a long deep inhale of your scent, “keep your attention on me, y/n.” His claws digging lightly into your neck, “I won’t say it again.” A gold ringlet flashed through the blue of his eyes, then was quickly gone.

“M’sorry David,” you could feel the tears prick the sides of your eyes. You started gasping against your lovers hold. Your hands instinctively shot up to paw around his wrist when his grip tightened again. You wanted to push him away, but with the last bit of strength, you kept yourself from doing so, worried at the punishment he would think up if you did. Your nails gripped lightly into his jacket, and he pressed his knee up into your cunt.

“I’m still waitin’, darlin’.” His tongue licked under your jaw.

“I… need…” You breathed out, you could feel your heartbeat quicken. “David…pleas-” the edges of your vision started to go fuzzy, and David eased his hold on you. You gasped against the vampire’s grip, “please David, I need you.”

He growled against your skin, and you could feel him smiling as he peppered kisses down your neck. His fingers danced across your hips, and he licked the pulsing vein on your throat. The cool wet muscle flexing across your skin.

His belly no longer cramped with blood and liquor, now he wanted to be full of you. His greedy hands scratching up your stomach and down your thighs. He eagerly undid his belt while he continued to bite marks into your neck and chest.

He fumbled with the leather as you mewled under him. You arched your back to let him bite further into your skin, loving the way the marks looked on you. Like badges of love, you wore with pride as he claimed you. David finally managed to get his belt off, and his pants down, and he quickly held himself around the base to stroke himself on your slit. He thumbed over his tip and angled himself to rub through your lips.

David gently thrusted up through your slick folds, the underside of his tip kissing your clit as he rubbed past it. You could hear the wet sucking noises as he slowly dragged himself along your cunt. “F-fuck,” you bit your lip to keep from moaning and gently rutted your hips against his length.

He chuckled at your reaction, how easily you melted for him. How adorable you looked trying to get some release from his freed cock. “You like that y/n?”

You nodded, panting so hard you could almost see your breath in the cool night air.

“You want more?” David asked, teasing himself through your folds and over your clit again.

“Yes,” you whimpered, and David eagerly slipped into your warmth. Your breath hickuped in your throat as he pressed into your heat.

His length stretched you so good. Your mind went hazy as he slowly inched himself through your warm, gummy walls. It probably didn’t matter how many times he took you, you thought, it would always be a feat to take him.

David groaned atop you, his fingers gripping around your waist as he gently thrusted himself further into you.

“Ohh, wow,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

David chuckled. “You ok?” He asked, looking over you, calm enough now to have his bearings.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, your breathless moans echoing in the ears of the other boys that sat nearby.

To say they were envious would be a gross understatement. Damn him, they thought. He was being too covetous of his new mate, but in the back of their minds they still knew better than to try something. So, they sat in their jealousy on the floor and rubbed their painful erections. Their own hands not being enough to satisfy the lust that filled them from your mere mewling.

Your attention was bought back fully to David as he finished pushing himself into you. He stilled as his hips fell flush against yours. Both your eyes rolled back at the feeling. David bent over you, forearms on either side of your head, and he kissed you.

You could still taste the come on his lips and could smell the iron and ash on his coats, but you could only feel how full you were of your vampire lover. Your walls ached at the stretch, but it still felt divine.

“You ready?” David asked, kissing under your jaw.

“M’ready,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

David started a gentle pace, his cock slowly dragging out of you. You could feel each vein as he pulled his hips back, and they felt even more electric rubbing against your ridges as he pressed back into you.

The moans that left your lips were sinful; David was infatuated with the noises you made, and knew the others were growing bitter watching the two of you. You noticed this too and tried to turn your head to look at them, but David pushed your jaw with his thumb to keep your view on him.

“Ah-ah,” he tutted, and gave a particularly hard thrust. The smack of his hips against your skin was loud, and the feeling made you yelp.

David had that devious grin on his face again. He licked his lips and picked up his pace. A steady stream of moans and gasps fell from your lips; you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

He was switching between making faces of euphoric bliss, and sneers, as he wanted to fuck you harder. He eagerly rutted his hips against yours. The PLAT, PLAT, PLAT that came from his skin hitting yours sounded like sweet-talk to the other vampires.

Paul had quietly pulled his belt out of his pant loops and discarded his jacket. He moved to his knees to stand up and join you both, but Dwayne put his hand out to stop him. He knew his companion didn’t have the will power he had, and he knew if the blond tried to interject it would not go well for anyone.

So, he stopped him. Dwayne silently shook his head ‘no’ to remind Paul that was a profoundly stupid idea. Paul angrily went back to his seat on the cave floor and gave a pouty look to the brunet.

‘I know,’ Dwayne silently mouthed to him, unwilling to talk through their bond, unsure if David would be able to pick it up in the ‘state’, he was in. Dwayne patted his lap, and Paul eagerly scooched over to the other vampire. You heard the rustling of Paul’s clothes as he crawled over Dwayne.

With David’s eves shut in pleasure, you looked over at the boys. Paul was sat atop Dwayne’s lap; you could see their heads bobbing as they kissed. As you watched them, Paul stood, his hips up in Dwayne’s face, and you could see the brunet pumping into his fist. He was helping himself, and Paul. You scrunched your eyebrows up in ecstasy, the sight before you was obscene, and the sucking noises you could hear coming from them made you buck your hips up to David’s.

Your lover moved one of his hands to grip your hip, he pulled you up to him as his thrusts slammed down against your flesh. “Oh fuck!” You sucked in air through your teeth, you were close, and David could feel it.

“Come on y/n,” David dug his nails into the skin on the side of your ass, pushing deep into you. His chest pressing on your ribs, his breath becoming hot on your neck, his groans sweet and surly in your ears. With force he pistoned into you. You could feel your walls clamping down around your mate’s length, the knot in your stomach tightening again. “Come for me,” he gave a quick bite to your neck, and you spasmed around him.

“Ahh, oh, fuck,” your legs clenched around his waist as you pulled him to you; he kept thrusting. David lapped at the bruise he made on your neck, his eyes looking up at the expression you made. He cupped your face in his hand and pulled you into a kiss.

“You look so pretty like that,” he whispered against your lips.

David gently pushed his fingers into your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue as he continued to fuck into you. Your warm wet cunt squeezing around his length, sucking him in, enticing him to keep going. His tip dragging against your sweet spot, making you bite his fingers gently. He chuckled lightly at your teeth in his skin, “easy there, sweetness.”

You eased your bite on him, and he pulled his fingers from you. Watching you bite your lip gave him an idea in that sick little mind of his. He brought his hand back to your face and pressed the web of his hand into your mouth. He wanted you to bite down on him, trying to get you to break the skin and drink his blood.

David fucked you, long, and deep. His thick cock splitting through your heat. “Mmrhph,” you moaned into his hand.

Feeling your soft squishy pussy clamping down on his cock made him thrust harder, “come on darlin’, bite it.” He was coaxing you into biting harder on his flesh. His cock pounding against your cervix, the PLAT, PLAT, PLAT’s throbbing against your ears.

Harder, David's mind screamed.

“Bite it darlin, you’re almost there.” He wanted his blood inside you, he wanted you to fully belong to him, he was done with you being tied to another. David pistoned into you, trying to get you to do what he wanted.

Harder, harder. David angled his hips up, “just a little more, sweet thing.”

He pressed his hand further into your mouth, he could feel your teeth sink into his skin, it was almost painful now. You whipped your head side to side, trying to get him out of your mouth. Before you could bite down hard enough to puncture the skin, you pulled away. His hand still partially in your mouth, “Dawid, you pwomised,” you breathed out, big doe eyes staring up at him.

David grunted, angry that you knew what he was trying to do. He eased his pace, gently rocking you now.

“David…I’m sor-” you didn’t want him upset with you, it made your heart ache.

He sighed, “it’s okay sweet thing,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. Pressuring you to do something you didn’t want to do was not the way to keep you. He gave you his word, and in his heart of hearts, he knew it was wrong. If he learned anything these past few days, it was that gaining your trust through kindness was the way to keep your heart.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, and he pressed his forehead against your own, “it’s okay baby.” He kissed you, his nose pressed against your own. The pleasure of him was too intense; you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes and flow down to your ears.

“David…” you whimpered, your other hand coming up to grip his hair. You leaned up to kiss him back, his facial hair scratching you lightly. You chuckled and scrunched your nose up at the feeling.

David stared down at you, his heart ached badly. The fact that he couldn’t turn you was killing him. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. Worried that if he stopped touching you, you’d disappear. His free hand pushed yours off his head and down to the bed. He laced his fingers through yours and his weight shifted to your abdomen. The pressure of his forearms on yours was heavy, he gripped your hands tighter, and his thrusts turned long and slow.

“You’re mine,” he grunted against your ear, his cock pressing through your walls. “You’re mine, you got that?” His hips slapping eagerly against yours.

“I know,” you mewled, face scrunched up in pleasure.

“NO!” David looked down at you, his demeanor serious. “You’re mine, forever.” He stared down at you, studying your expression, “d’you understand that?”

You looked up at him, “I…” you hesitated. You knew from that night up on the hill he wouldn’t let you go, he’d never let you go, and you understood that fully. “I know,” you whispered simply, smiling up at him. You squeezed his hands in yours.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, gripping your hands with all his might. David pistoned his hips against you. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, and his thrusts became quick and sloppy. “M’gonn- fuck,” you whimpered against his ear, the pressure in your stomach growing. Your eyebrows scrunched up in ecstasy. David chuckled against your ear, not slowing down, “come with me.”

“David!” Your legs twitched, still wrapped around his waist, you could feel the knot in your stomach snap. Your high-pitched whines filling David’s ears as you came around his cock.

With a grunt, David pressed himself as deep as he could manage, and pumped you full of his come. His cock pushing your cervix further into your stomach as his hips stilled against you. You winced at the pain and gripped his hands tighter. You could feel his throbbing inside you while his cock continued to spurt and paint your insides white.

You squirmed under him, but the weight of his body kept you still. Your breath hiccupping in your throat as you tried not to think about the discomfort of him pressed so deep.

David looked down at you when you started to whine, “oh, fuck, sorry.” He pulled himself out a bit, and you felt the pressure start to ease. You breathlessly chuckled and hid your face in his chest.

“You okay?” He asked, worried he’d hurt you.

“M’okay,” you breathed deeply, and smiled up at him.

David tried to finish pulling himself from you, but you kept your legs wrapped around him. “Wait, I just wanna stay like this for a bit,” you smiled a soft smile at him.

He smiled back, his dead heart warming at the sight of you, “Y/n…” he whispered. “I…”

David’s confession was interrupted by the two vampires off to the side, finishing their excursion, loudly. You could hear Paul moan as his hips stuttered against Dwayne’s face, the brunet’s fist pumping his cock fiercely. They both moaned for each other, forgetting that they weren’t the only couple in the room.

David looked over at them angrily, his face scrunching up at them, and you could hear a low growl from his stomach.

You giggled, “stop it David,” from where he was connected to you, you could feel the vibrations. You pushed your hands to his chest a little and eased your hold on his waist.

“What’d I do?” David asked, sad that you’d released him from your embrace.

“I can feel you…” you waggled your finger at his abdomen, where the growl was coming from. “I can feel it in my…” you giggled.

“Oh, is that all?” David said cockily, nuzzling into your neck and beginning to growl again.

“David!” you shrieked, pushing your hands to his hips. “Get out of me,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes at him.

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he pulled from you. Immediately, you could feel his love seeping out of you. He always made a mess of you, and you could imagine the bruises he left along your body. The ones you could see were bright red, his teeth marks deep in your flesh.

David was sat up now, with his legs over the side of the bed. He was putting himself back in his jeans. He leaned back to button them, and you could hear the zipper as he pulled it shut.

You watched your lover walked over to where the other two were, still panting and licking each other.

"Hey, Paul," David called to his brother. Paul turned to look at the other blond, and David raised a hand and smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What the fu-!” Paul began.

“Don’t touch her without her permission again,” David pointed his finger in Paul’s face.

Paul rubbed the back of his head, irritated, “fuck, damn, okay! Fuck.”

Dwayne eyed David silently from the floor, his hands still on Paul’s hips as David turned to walk back to you.

You were sat up in the bed, holding the sheet in one hand above your chest, “you okay?” You asked David, who’d walked through the curtains.

“Mhm,” he hummed softly and got back in the bed with you. He sat next to you on the bed, criss cross. He had a cute, ‘innocent’ look on his face as he swayed gently side to side.

“What, David?” You asked, suspicious, he was only had that look on his face when he wanted something.

He cocked an eyebrow at you, his innocent look turning into something new, as he bit his lip.

“Uh-oh,” you chuckled, and David threw his arms around you and pushed you to the bed.

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