βΛβ‘β‘ PAIRING Λΰ¨ΰ§βο½‘Λ β Poly!Lost boys x fem reader imagine ΫΆπΉΰ§
β Λｑβ SYNOPSIS β Λｑβΰ¨β‘ΰ§β Λｑβ infatuation crush at first sight. Aka, the boys shoot their shot after sensing youβre their soulmate and you match their energy and fluster them in return.
βΛβ‘β‘ AUTHORS NOTE Λΰ¨ΰ§β this has been in my drafts for the LONGEST time and I've been so eager to get it done π
β§ βΊΒ ππͺπ»π·π²π·π°πΌ βο½‘Λ β reader is depicted to have longish hair (long enough to get caught on Markos jacket lol), smoking,
The boardwalk is alive in the peak of summer- sunburnt tourists and fairgoers flock in numbers. Bustling arcades and cosy late night diners glow warmly in the dark. Alive like hot embers in a cold dark furnace.
Marko notices you first. Picking up on a scent so alluring it renders him frozen, and he pauses long enough for Paul to notice and pat him on the shoulders to tug him close.
"what's going on Marko?". Paul leers, curious and hungry-eyed, thinking his brother has picked up on the scent of a tasty morsel to hunt down.
David stops and looks at him. Inquisitive, whilst Dwayne swallows in suspension. Sensing something deeper is happening.
"you've found something new". He murmurs softly, and Marko nods. Almost in a trance, jaw tightening.
"Can you feel it?". He hisses in a whisper, peering through the crowd from where he stands in the traffic of boardwalkers. Like he can sense their presence.
"can you feel them?". He turns to David, a smile quivering on his face.
David looks around slowly, exhaling smoke and snuffing out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.
Now that he mentions it- something does feel odd. He thought it was hunger, but it was much more than that. Something pent up and animalistic and unnaturally strong. Like parts of himself were pulling away from his body to search for something.
He had thought it was for blood.
But no, it was for someone. Something better than food. Something soft and indulgent. Something thatβll complete the missing part of himself he was never aware of lacking.
"I can feel it too". Dwayne murmurs, eyes dark and gaze heavy. His hand squeezes David's shoulder, and they both urge forth into the crowd, ushering Marko to the front to lead them to the source of the scent like a bloodhound.
"Bet I'm gonna find em first". Paul laughs, light and airy and excited.
Marko, with clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, nods. Not really hearing him.
David calls the shots, catching the faint scent of something alluring that Marko is following.
"Split up boys. We're not gonna scare her off now".
Marko's attempt is eloquently clumsy- a happy accident on his behalf. your hair gets caught on a pin from his jacket, and he helps you carefully untangle it. Nimble calloused fingers fiddling with the strand of hair, trying not to break any hair as he uses the opportunity to shoot flirty comments. His gaze was understandably intense and heavy, once he realised the scent was radiating off you.
βI caught you, huh? Ainβt I lucky?β.
He comments, voice syrupy and breathless. Trying not to let his fingers tremble. You're so close.
You giggle softly, looking more interested in the decor on his jacket.
βIβd say Iβm the lucky one to get caught on such a cool jacket. Itβs beautiful, where did you get it?β.
His eyes flicker between your face and your fingers brushing over a patch on his arm. His voice now fallen softer in appreciation.
βI made itβ.
βReally?β.
He blinks at you before smiling a lopsided grin, gaze flickering down to his feet before looking back at you again. Trying to muster up his lost courage that he feels like he's grasping fingers at.
"Yeah. Santa Carla is a real good place if you like stuff like this, alongside other things". He chuckles.
You blink at him, doe eyed and inquisitive. He feels like melting right then and there.
βLike what?β
Golden locks of hair tumble over his shoulder as he leans closer, finally plucking the last few tangled strands of your hair off his jacket. He speaks softly, as if sharing breath. His smile creeping large and alluring.
βFunβ.
You raise a brow at him, and smile. Effortless. Sweet. Dismissive in a way that makes his knees weak and dead heart flutter.
"Better save some for me then".
He blinks at you. Slow and dazed and heavy. For once, he couldn't muster a response.
"see you around?". You inquire, pushing some hair away from your shoulder.
"Marko". He almost stutters, swallowing. Voice low and dazed. His gaze flickers to your neck.
"I'll see you around Marko".
David approaches with steadfast effortlessness and confidence. He doesn't need to chase. Not that he doesn't enjoy it- but it's not often needed.
But when he sees you walk past him, something in him flickers to life. The urge to chase. To cling. To beg for company.
It rattles him, but he doesn't let it show.
Instead he asks you for a light, watching you turn and face him, akin to a startled doe. You look at him puzzled- a little cautious. Keeping distance.
Again, that rattles him. Makes his blood fizzle and sour.
"Do you have a light?".
His voice is soft and approachable, in contrast to his dark appearance. You seem to ease at that, and his shoulders relax.
letting you flicker the flame of your porcelain lighter, he holds eye contact as he leans in to light the cigarette between his lips. Tilting his head a little to the side tantalisingly slow, wanting to garner a cute flustered reaction from you.
His focus fleets from the flame he's cupping in his leather gloved palm towards you- the blown out pupils of his eyes flicking to your own. The weight of them pinning you in place, a heavy suspense lingering in the air. Something dark and dangerous, yet tantalising and syrupy.
He breathes out a plume of smoke, wisp curling from his lips.
βThank youβ.
The conversation ends at that, but you leave feeling like you're taking a piece of him with you, and that you left a piece of yourself with him. You can't explain it, but you keep looking back as you walk away.
Not from fear of being followed.
But from the fear of not being followed.
What's going on tonight?
One moment he was prowling with alluring confidence, and the next he was scrambling over to your form sat idle by the sand bank. Looking out onto the horizon of night sky and ocean, the waves crashing in the distance, seafoam fizzling away in the dark.
Paul approaches with swaggering confidence, two chips of sapphires glimmering in the campfires that are set solely on you. Excitement bubbling in anticipation beneath his skin, eager to accept the challenge to find out how you tick.
βHello?β
Your voice strikes him. Soft and inquisitive, almost startled, but remaining polite.
Something more aching than a soul soothes at the sound, and he almost struggles to recover from it. Finding his voice again after a moment of silence that seemed to fill the night air, deafening out everything else around him despite his supernatural intuition and senses.
You just silenced his world in a way he didn't know he yearned for.
βYou smoke, babe?β He lilts, a freshly rolled cigarette held between his fingers towards you.
βSometimesβ. You hum, deciding to amuse him. Kicking softly at the sand as you dangle your legs over the side. You accept the rolled cigarette that he's offering and inspect it, turning it around. You peer at him, apprehensive yet soft.
He watches you place it between your lips, his gaze lingering at how your lipstick leaves an imprint around the end.
He cups his hand around the flickering flame of his lighter, lighting the cigarette thatβs dangled between your lips. Unsure if he should focus on your lips, or your eyes peering at him sweetly.
An excited glimmer appears in your eyes, and his expression brightens in giddiness. Did he do it? Were you going to fall in his arms now?
"crap! My favourite song's on, I'm gonna miss it! Here- thank you, I'll see you around yeah?".
Placing the lipstick smeared joint between his lips as a parting gift, you scramble up from your spot and disappear into the crowd like seafoam on the shore. Paul barely has time to blink before you eagerly get swallowed up in the bustling groups of boardwalkers.
He stills, the warmth of your lips still on the cigarette.
He silently admires the cigarette in his palm, turning it over to inspect the detailed crease lines of your lip-print staining the paper. He squeezes it in palm eventually and tucks it into his pocket for safekeeping. He's not finishing this one.
Dwayne finds you amidst the tightly knit crowd of an outside concert, the swaying bodies of people bathed in neon light and bonfire.
It was dark and hypnotic, but he could feel your presence somewhere.
He crept in closer, slowly coaxing himself past brushing shoulders and raised bottles. Eager to find you. You on the other hand had found yourself swept into the bustling crowd, swallowed up the moment you squeezed in from the outskirts.
Slowly weaving in and out of people, an icy chill prickles at your neck. The feeling of being stared at.
Thinking you've made yourself a nuisance and have just stepped in front of someone's view, you turn to apologise before being met with two dark eyes staring at you a few rows back. It takes your breath away little, unexpected and striking in a way you couldn't explain nor ignore.
They were heavy and intense, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You don't turn away, nor break the eye contact. Instead you smile at him. Admittedly a little shy, but you don't fluster away in a fright. The corners of your lips upturn in a friendly smile, eyes crinkling with pretty smile lines before you turn back towards the stage. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Aloof and unaware of his gaze softening, and his interest deepening.
Afterwards...
"I think it's pretty obvious I won". Paul leers playfully, presenting the lipstick stained cigarette.
"I got a little souvenir".
He cackles a wicked laugh as Marko immediately snatches at his sleeve to get a better look, whilst David simply chuckles with a half smile watching them bicker. Dwayne watches them, still lost in thought.
Marko is bickering about sharing when David speaks aloud. "He's right Paul. We share, don't we boys?".
"Yeah that's right loverboy, you heard him". Marko snickers. Reaching to pinch at Paul's nape with his palm to pull him down. Attempting to blow air against his ear.
"Who are we calling loverboy, Marko?".
βYou, Romeoβ.
"actually Paul, it's Marko. She asked for it actually. Said it too".
Paul, ever the dramatic, groans.
"What? Fuck, man".
"She's human". Dwayne suddenly speaks aloud, his gaze set upon the ground. Thumbs tucked into the hem of his jeans, troubled.
Silence settles amongst the group, a silence that they cannot find peace in. Something in the air grows antsy and restless, and it turns dark and sour.
βIn due timeβ. David reminds the group, taking a drag from his cigarette.
And in collective silent acknowledgment, they agree with their pack leader. Following and trailing in his footsteps and shadow.
β± π°π²πͺπͺππ―πΆ: The Lost Boys lay to rest your fears regarding the night prior, and you agree to stay a night longer with the four of them. Everything is perfect, until Star comes to you with a warning.Β
β± π΄ππ―π«π¦π«π€π°: SMUT!!!!, emerson!reader, fem!reader, reader is 18-19 (middle child), reader wears glasses, gratuitous swearing, sibling dynamics, mentions of divorce, stuck-up?reader (she's prissy at times), internalized slut shaming, use of the word 'slut' and 'whore' (the boys aren't the ones saying it), implied parental verbal abuse, flirting, David's poetry loving ass, if you're reading this you're legally obligated to tell me what you would put on your jacket as a lost boys member, outdoor sex, not-quite-angry-sex-but-sorta?, kissing to make someone shut up, lore drop π, threesome, sex on a motorcycle, vaginal fingering, squirting blowjobs, vaginal penetration, kind of fluffy?, non penetrative sex, thigh riding, arguments, implied hypnosis during sex, non consensual hypnosis during sex (you don't know they're vampires so idk man), ANGST, the canon timeline is my bitch and I will do whatever I want with it
β± π/π«: Hi guys! I'm sorry this took a while. There are two impending deaths in my family right now - one in hospice and one who had a brain bleed (don't listen to conspiracy theories, please take your medicine). Iβm sorry if this isnβt up to par with my other stuff but if I didnβt post it now, I donβt think I would have the chance. In other news, this chapter alone is 1/3 the length of the original CLS and three times its original chapter length. This is what I get for finally giving everyone their smut scene. Original word count 4098, new word count 12800 (I'm sorry to the people who hate long fics)
MASTERLIST
β previous chapter
Michael stumbles up the drive, head hazy from the morning sun. Itβs almost like the light had sucked the last of his strength. His bed begs for him.
Itβs not all terrible, though. At least he finally knew where things stood with him and Star.
Starβ¦
God, he hated leaving her alone this morning! He would have given anything for one more minute in her arms. She smelled so good, so perfect! But he had to leave her and face the oncoming storm.
He'll make it up to her. After all this ... whatever this is ... gets sorted out, they'll catch a movie, grab a bite to eat. Just be normal.
Michael trips, catching himself just in time before he faceplants on Grandpaβs porch. He really needs to sleep.
He would have gone straight to bed, had someone not caught his eye.
The side door is wide openβintentionally openβfor Lucy Emerson to spot him when he arrives. And, for Michael to notice.
Mom has curled up in an old wicker chair, a blanket over her lap, tea in hand. Her hair is damp. Sheβs wearing her fresh clothesβass-kicking clothes, Michaelβs mind supplements.
She looks at him expectantly.Β
βI thought youβd be at work,β Michael says lamely.
βHello, Michael,β she saysβpatiently impatient. Michael feels like heβs ten again, being reprimanded for forgetting his manners. She sips her tea. "We're still friends, aren't we?"
"Yeah," he grunts, rolling his head skyward.
"Oh. Oh, well, good. So, let's talk like friends, Michael. Let's chat. We never do that anymore."
"Momβ" he starts, but she doesn't let him finish.
βHow was your night?β
βFine.β
She hums, drumming her fingers against the ceramic mug. βAnd your sister?β
Michael withholds a groan. He rubs his eyes under the cheap sunglasses, summoning every ounce of strength to keep himself upright. Canβt his mom do this later?
βWhat about her?β
βDid she have fun, too?β
βI donβt know, Mom, why donβt you ask her?β
Momβs smile falters. βSheβs not with you?β
βWhy would she be?β
He wrinkles his nose. His little sister hates everything he finds cool.Β
βWell, where is she?β
βHave you checked the library?β
βMichael, Iβm really not in the mood. I asked you to stay home and look after your brotherββ
βI did, mom! But you came home, so I figuredββ
βAnd IΒ hoped,β she says, a little louder, βthat your little disappearing act was due to you looking out for her.β
βShe was pissed last night and stormed out!β Michael flings his arm out toward the yard. Thankfully, you missed the drama that ensued. Heβs not sure how he would have explained all of that, but he knows you would have taken Sammyβs side. βSheβs not inside?β
Mom sits the tea on the railing, laying her hand across her stomach. βNo,β she says in a slow, measured voice.Β
Michael frowns. He knows that tone. Thatβs the βpretend youβre not panickedβ tone.Β
βMom?β
βI havenβt seen her. I assumed she slept through the fiasco last night, but when I went to check on her this morning, she wasnβt in her room. Sam said she went out.β
βNo, Mom, I havenβtβ¦β Michael trails off, blinking rapidly. God, he needs to wake up. His little sister β¦ βShe wouldnβt go with me. She hatesβthe guys.βΒ
He canβt tell his mom about Star, not yet. Heβd be in even bigger trouble for bailing if she knew it involved a girl.
βWell, where could she possibly be, Michael? Itβs not like sheβs made any friends!β
Itβs pitch black when you wake.
With every blink, you adjust to the darkness, noticing the fragmented silhouettes. A pit forms in your stomach as it dawns on you that you're not in your bedroom.
Blindly, you feel for your glasses on the bedside table and slip them on. The blanket slides down your naked chest as you rise, and you frown.
Youβre in the Lost Boysβ cave. The distant crash of waves haunts the cavernous cave like a far off roar. Memories from the night before trickle in like a whisper of a dream. The ache between your legs reminds you it's all real.
You had sex with all of them.
Well, notΒ allΒ . David had been notably absent from the action aside from some kissing.Β
You drag the sheets up to your chin and scan the 'room.' Not a trace of evidence remains aside from the obvious nudity and a sore pussy. Even your clothes have vanished from the floor.
With your glasses on, you can make out more details of the space.
The bed you slept in is a grand thing: four poster, intricately carved. The posts are a little chipped, but itβs sturdy, dark wood that people would pay an arm and a leg for these days. It matches your little antique side table. On top it is a glass bowl of baubles, glass gems, and tarnished silver jewelry. A fat pillar candle, about the size of your wrist, sat beside it and a matchbook.
Hmph. No electricity down here, probably.
You strike a match and light the ancient wick. It crackles and sputters, but catches. The flame grows tall.
Now, you see some more candles sitting on tall, rusted candelabras along the wall. Paintings with cracked frames clutter the corner; a russet rug lays beneath the bed. Pirate is there, too, that poor bastard. You must have kicked him off in your sleep.
Itβs beautiful for what it is, but you wish you had a mirror to survey the damage.Β
Smiling, you decide to test your legs. You wobble as you pull the sheet with you, and wrap it around your chest. Youβll need to find the boys and get some clothes before you go home.Β
All of it had been wonderful. Really and trulyβunimaginablyβfantastic. They were so kind β¦ even when they werenβt. None of the guys back home would have acted like that. They would have dumped you as soon as they got what they β¦
β¦ Oh.
Oh no.
You grip a wooden post for stability; your fear threatens to bowl you over.Β
You fucked them. Not a cutesy lovemaking with a long term boyfriend. A X-rated, pearl-clutchingΒ fuckwith three men. They got what they wanted. And youβyou made it so easy, didnβt you? Didnβt even put up a fight?
Youβll never be able to show your face in Santa Carla ever again. News will spread fast:Β Emersonβs sister is a slut. Sheβs taken three guys at once. No, I heard it was five. It was an orgy!Β Β
Oh god. You bury your face in your hands. Oh, fuck. This is a mess!
You sniff, steeling your nerves. One thing at a time. First, you have to get out of here. NoβΒ clothesfirst, then leave. It doesnβt matter what kind or who they belong to. You grab and you go. And, hopefully, no one notices.
Unfortunately, by the time you make it through the labyrinthine cave, the Lost Boys sit in the main room, chatting and joking, almost like nothing happened at all.
When you appear, they stop what theyβre doing. Dear god did their mothers not teach them not to stare?
You pull the sheet higher over your shoulders. Youβd had a speech prepared and promptly forgot it.
βNice toga,β Marko says, breaking the awkward silence.
βI couldnβt, um, find my clothes.β Your voice is small, throat tight. You canβt cry yet. βDo any of you, um β¦βΒ
David reaches for the cigarette behind his ear. βYour sweater didnβt make it.β
βOh.βΒ
Little slutΒ , hisses a voice that sounds an awful lot like your dadβs.Β
Donβt cry, donβt cry, donβt cryβ
βWe can go shopping,β David says slowly, exchanging looks with the other Lost Boys.
βNo, thatβsβI donβt want to be a problem.β
She was only out with friends, Lance!Β the memory of your mother cries.Β
Sheβs allowed to stay out past curfew when sheβs an adult. But I refuse to clean up her mess if she decides to act like a little slut now!Β Β
The noose around your neck tightens; your throat burns.
βOh-Β kayΒ β¦ We can probably find something around here.β He jerks his thumb toward a table. βYour shorts should be dry, they laid out all day.β
The blood drains from your face. βHow long have I been here?β None of them answer and you whip your head around to an old grandfather clock. βWhat time is it?β
βNine-thirtyish,β says Paul, βjust in time for sunset.β
βAre you okay?β asks Dwayne.
βOh, my god.β Is this what a heart attack feels like? You stumble down the stone slope and snatch your shorts off the side table. βI-I have to go home!β
βWhereβs the fire?β Marko asks.
You struggle to keep the sheet in place as you get back in your cut offs, but give up and let it fall. Itβs not like they havenβt seen it all anyway!
βI canβt believe I slept all day, Iβm so dead.β
βTo be fair,β says Paul with a gloating grin, βyou wereΒ prettyΒ busy last night.β
βYes, I know! Okay? Please, donβt rub it in my face.β You gather the sheet in your arms, covering your breasts. βWhere the hell are my shoes?!β
Mom had to be worried sick. You should have called. How were you supposed to explain this? All night and all day without a word, what did she think happened?
βYouβve been here this long,β says David, βmight as well stay a little longer.β
βLook!β You snap your head up, begging the tears not to fall, but Davidβs figure is blurry. βLast night was a fluke, and I donβt need to be made fun of anymore, so please let me go without smearing the last of my pride on the doormat.β
David scoffs, his bemusement freezing over into ice.Β
Paul appears in front of you even though you swear he was across the room a moment ago. βWhatβs wrong?β
βI know how this goes, okay?!β But you were so totally fucking stupid for not realizing it last night. βIβm just another way to haze Michael. So, good job! Now you get to rub it in his face that his sister is a whore.β
Oh, God, Michael. You could cry thinking about him alone. He canβt fight all of them but heβs dumb enough to try. They'd massacre him!
βWe wouldnβt,β Paul insists.
You recoil. βIβm not stupid.β
βIs that what you think this was?β David asks. βA game?β
βWhat else could it be?β
Quickly, you wipe your cheeks dry, but tears continue to fall. You want to curl up in a hole and die.
David exhales smoke through his nose. He flicks the ash from his cigarette onto the cave floor, exchanging a look with Marko.Β
βYouβre wrong,β says David.
βPleaseββ
βYouβreΒ wrongΒ .β
Somehow, you believe him. Itβs a gut punch. An instinctiveΒ knowingΒ , something you canβt quite describe.
David glowers at you, his eyes like torches of blue fire. You sniffle. You have an urge to affirm that you believe him, but you stop yourself. Your lower lip quivers with restraint.Β
βDavidβs right,β adds Paul, raising his hands in surrender.Β βWeβre not messinβ around.βΒ
βWe donβt plan on quitting you so soon,β says Marko.
βOr ever,β finishes Dwayne.Β
David stubbs the cherry of his cigarette against his boot. βBut itβs nice to know that you think so highly of us.β
βDude,β Paul warns.
βYouβre not serious,β you state, even though it feels like a lie.Β
βWe are,β says Dwayne.Β
βWhat, so β¦ this has nothing to do with my brother?β
βI admit, I wish Iβd thought of it,β mutters Marko. βWouldda been a little funny.β
βThis has nothing to do with hazing Michael,β David states.
You wipe your cheek. βAnd you donβt think Iβm a slut?β
Paul gently touches your back, and when you donβt shove him away, he says, βWhat kind of dicks are you used to being around?β
"Dicks that fuck around and kick you to the curb when they're done." The knot in your throat tightens. βIf β¦ if this had happened back in Phoenix, it would have been the talk of the cul-de-sac.βΒ
I refuse to clean up her mess if she decides to act like a little slut...!Β Β
You flinch, and your body suddenly weighs a thousand pounds.
βThatβs not really our style,β says Marko.
βWeβre not interested in ruining a ladyβs reputation.β The chip might have fallen off Davidβs shoulder, but thereβs still an edge to his tone.
βI didnβt mean to make it sound like you were,β you whisper. βNot many guys are as β¦ well, as kind as you.βΒ
David swallows this admission, his jaw tight. Then, he shakes his head.
βI should really go back, though," you say. "My family must be totally freaked. And I do need a shirt.β
βHey, baby, youβll hear no complaints from meββ
Dwayne smacks Paul on the back of the head.Β
βThereβs no rush,β says David. βYour brother and Star got together, too. He was here all night.β
You freeze, βAnd you didnβtβ¦? He couldnβt hear, could he?β
βNah,β says Marko. "He was too wrapped up in his own party." Heβs too happy to inform you of that, and you sputter.
"You've been here for this long," Paul adds.
βWhich is why I should go.β
βBut you never get to cut loose," says Marko, jumping back in. "Cβmonβwhenβs the last time you actually did something for yourself, honey?β
He raises his eyebrows to drive home his point and you ... can't tell him. The last time had been the night you stayed out past curfew, nearly four years ago. You can still picture that disgustingly pristine doorway of your old home, barely holding it together as your mom and dad fought. Sammy doll eyes peered at you through the slats of the stairs, his pudgy cheeks pulled down into a sorrowful expression. Michael had kept his hand clamped on your little brother's shoulder to keep him from making matters worse.Β
That fight had happened long before your fatherβs infidelity came to light. Looking back at it now, it was his guilty conscious that made him so belligerent. It still stings. His voice is the salt in the wound, and even if he is divorced from your life, it doesn't erase the past.
Mike never got in trouble when he stayed out late. Not even now. It's always a slap on the wrist, a word of warning, notΒ HiroshimaΒ .
Technically, youβre an adult.Β
Which means you need to make the adult choice and go home. Your mom is probably tearing up half of Santa Carla right nowβ!
Michael had been here night with Star. She probably told him about your awkward reintroduction. She probably told him you were with the guys. Maybe she thought you also went back out?
At any rate, if Michael can do it, why canβt you? All things considered, your brother isn't a bad guyβhe wouldnβt endanger himself like that, so the Lost Boys canβt be that bad, either.
βDo you want to leave?β asks Dwayne.
You worry bottom lip. βNo.β
He shrugs. βThen stay.β
Maybe youβre naive. Maybe itβs the romantic in you, the one that wants to believe theyβre different, the one that wants to believe they like you beyond the fact that you put out.Β
βOkay. Iβll stay.β
A little longer can't hurt, right?Β
βYes!β Paul sweeps you into his arms and spins you around. βΒ Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah. Pretty woman, look my way. Pretty woman, say youβll stay with me!Β β he singsβbut it has more of a Steven Tyler flair than Roy Orbison.Β
βPaul!β You clutch his shoulder, laughing despite yourself. βPut me down!βΒ
βΒ Mercy!Β β he shrieks.
βPut her down before she threatens to leave again,β says David.Β
βIf I make her dizzy enough she wonβt go nowhere, man.β
βPa-ul!β
He obeys, in his own time, planting you on your own two feet. You push your hair out of your face. Itβs hard to pretend to be annoyed when he smiles like thatβespecially when he sang one of your favorite songs.Β
βThought you didnβt like music from the sixties,β you say.
βHell no, babes. That would nix the Rolling Stones.βΒ
βBut we have to give you shit about something,β teases Marko.Β
βCβmon.β David stands from his wheelchair. βLet's find you something to wear before he finishes the verse.β
βΒ I need you! Iβll treat you right!Β β Paul thrashed his head from side to side, miming an electric guitar. "Yow!"
You follow David, but watch Paul until you canβt see him anymore. βIs he always like that?β
βOnly on days that end in βY.ββ David makes a face. βThe weed was supposed to mellow him out.β
You laugh again, shrugging the sheet closer. Davidβs glaze lingers, dropping to your mouth, then back to the endless rocky tunnels ahead. You cover your mouth. Maybe he didnβt like your smile? Youβre sure it couldnβt be too pretty, given the state of you.Β
You enter a room not far from the main cave. Itβs organized chaos, to put it nicely. Bins of denim and scrap leather litter the space; t-shirts and fishnets and boardshorts haphazardly stick out from nooks and crannies. A single, battery operated lantern hangs overhead. David rummages through the bins until he finds a shirt. Thereβs a few holes and bleach stains on it, but itβs coverage you desperately need, and you accept it.
David turns around for your sake, granting you privacy. βWe should get you something else to wear,β he mutters. βJust in case.β
You shrug even though he canβt see you. βI have stuff at home.β
βAnd what about the next time this happensΒ spontaneouslyΒ ?β
βYou think there's a next time?β you ask, popping your head through the shirt hole. You fluff your hair.Β
βI can hope,β he states, equally as sarcastic.
βI didnβt meanβ¦βΒ
βI know.β David turns, assessing you. βThatβs just how you are, isnβt it, sunshine?β
βAndΒ youβreΒ such a Lisa Frank painting.β
He smiles. βWith unicorns.βΒ
You snort, covering your mouth again.Β
Davidβs amusement simmers in those baby blues of his, lifting the corners of his mouth. βSo, what about it?β
βWhat?β you ask. David gestures with his hand. βShopping? Youβre serious? I told you, I can get more from home.βΒ
βMight be nice to have something different. Something thatβs not so β¦β
βDowdy?β you challenged.
βI was going to say βmodest,β but that works too.β David scratches his ear. βYou can think of it as a date.β
βA date?β You cross your arms. βLike, a you and me thing?β
βThat was the idea.β
A date.
A date withΒ DavidΒ .
Hi, powder keg, meet flame!
Being alone with him like this had been hard enough, but being alone-alone? Unchaperoned? Unsupervised? Your heart might just give out.
Still, it thrills you more than any motorcycle ride ever could. Gaining Davidβs undivided attention is like ketamine injected into your veins. You crave it so much it scares you.
You toss your hair to one side, masking your nerves behind a wall of taunt. βIs this your way of proving youβre better than the others?β
βAfter everything youβve seen so far, do you really think that we arenβt okay sharing?β
Your heart skips a beat. There wasnβt an ounce of derision in his tone, no mockingβbeyond what youβd already dished outβto be found.Β
βI guess not.β You drag your fingers across a leather jacket draped across the back of a chair. βLet's do it then. Go out. On a date."
God, can you flub this any more?
But David must find you endearing because he doesn't crack.
βLetβs.β
He pulls the leather jacket off the chair and hands it to you. Itβs a few sizes too big and smells of cigarette smoke and Lexol.Β
βFor the ride,β he says.Β
The boys watch you curiously as you re-enter the main cave. Toward the back of the room, Starβs curtains flutter. You canβt see her, but youβre sure sheβs watching. David leads you down the slope with his hand against the small of your back.Β
βWeβre going out,β he says. βYou boys should grab something to eat.β
βHave fun,β Paul teases.Β
Amazingly, the bikes were exactly where the boys left them the night prior, right on top of the Bluff. David claims his. Thereβs something so effortlessly cool in the way he does it that youβre consumed with half-jealousy, half-awe.Β
βYou sure thereβs not another way we can get to town?β you ask. βYou guys donβt have a station wagon hidden behind those trees, do you? I hear the bus system in Santa Carla is supposed to be top rate.β
βDonβt tell me youβre standing me up, Emerson.β David cocks his head, sliding his hands over his thighs.
You cringe. βCan you promise me you wonβt go too rough?β
David sighs. βFor nowβ¦β He offers his hand, which you accept. Your fingers slide into his palm as he pulls you around behind him, not unlike a gentleman leading you in a dance.Β
You suppress a snort.Β DavidΒ andΒ gentlemanΒ didnβt belong in the same zip code. Still, itβs probably not the smartest thingβtaunting the driver of the motorcycle youβre onβto tease him for that, and you keep it to yourself.Β
You embrace him and rest your chin against his shoulder. He rolls his eyes. βYouβre testing my self control, you know?β
βThat sounds dangerous,β you quip.
The bike roars to life, drowning out his reply:
βYou are.β
βI think thatβs the best Chinese Iβve had in years,β you say, swinging your little bag of thrifted clothes as you walk beside him.Β
βMr. Zhang knows his stuff,β he says.
Neither of you ate a lot, but you didnβt feel right asking David about it, in case he asked you too. Not that the food wasnβt goodβit was delicious. But your stomach flip-flopped the whole time. Probably nerves. Even after the ordeal that was last night and David βbuyingβ (youβre pretty sure there were things in your bag that he got with a five finger discount) you some outfits, being around him was like orbiting the sun when you're made of wax.
βSo,β you start. Davidβs hand brushes the back of yours, and you return the nudge. He turns his palm and slots his fingers through yours. βWhere to next?β
βI have an idea,β he admits. βWeβd need to kill some time, though.β
βDo I get a hint?β
βNot a chance.βΒ
You pout. βYouβre not going to murder me, right?β
βIf I was, it wouldnβt be smart of me to tell you.β
βNot like I could do anything to stop you.β
David shrugs. βYouβre very skilled at avoiding me when you want. Iβm sure youβd escape.β
Ouch. Direct hit. Heβs getting really good at throwing those back, and you canβt say you donβt deserve it.Β
You squeeze his hand reassuringly. βI donβt feel like running right now.β
David hums. He looks up at the sky, which is astoundingly clear tonight. The moon shines like a beacon. He returns your squeeze, dragging his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles.
βI guess Iβm doing a good job at behaving.β
βMe, too,β you laugh.
David smiles and your insides quiver. Heβs handsome, always has been; but thereβs something mystical about him when he grins without a trace of mockery. He really is the sun. So bright, so intense, but one look from him and you blossom.
Together you round the corner, approaching a quieter street with less storefront lights and chatter. Santa Carla doesnβt have much to offer away from the Boardwalk and the Pier, so you were surprised when he brought you to this side of town. The old shops are shack-like, painted barn-red and sky-blue. Most of them are mom and pop shops: thereβs a grocer, a diner, the old chinese restaurant, and the thrift. Seashells peek through the cracked cementβsomeoneβs bright idea of making this strip festive, you guessβand bits of sand have blown over the dunes to fill in the gaps.Β
βYou like books, yeah?β David asks.
βA bit.β
He ingests the answer thoughtfully, pursing his lips. βI might know a place. Itβs not an overpriced tourist trap like the one on the boardwalk, either. We could go there next?β
βNow youβre spoiling me.β You dare to lay your head on his shoulder. You move it off him just as fast. βWhat did I do to deserve that?β
βYou donβt need to deserve it,β says David. βBut, I think itβs important I make up for the misunderstanding earlier.β
βThat wasnβtββ you sigh, and stare at the sand-pit below your feet. βYou donβt have to make up for something thatβs not your fault. Itβs my stupid brain.β
You arrive at the alley where David had parked his bike. A rush of warm, salty air blusters past you, rustling your hair and Davidβs coat. The metal glints under the street lamps.
βIβm sure your βstupid brainβ wouldnβt have jumped to conclusions if someone had been there when you woke up.β David tugs on a strand of your hair. βThatΒ isΒ my fault. I thought they would misbehave if I let them stay longer.β
βThey didnβt do anything I didnβt want,β you say softly.
βGood.β
You tighten your grip on his hand and take a breath. The question ofΒ whyΒ sat on the tip of your tongue. Why didnβt he join in? Why didnβt he have his ruthless way with you? If there were any regrets from last night, it was that, as unrelentingly shameful as it was. How could you not be satisfied with three gorgeous men ravaging youβthree men who hadnβt acted selfishly, either. Your pleasure had never been an afterthought, which none of your friends in Phoenix could say about their boyfriends.Β
Instead, you say, βTell me about yourself, David.β
He releases you and sits side-saddle on his bike. βWhatβs to know?β
βLots of things,β you laugh. βWhatβs your last name?β
βDonβt have one.β
βOh, come on.β
βI donβt have one I claim,β he clarifies.
βWell, whatβs it say on your birth certificate?β
βDonβt have one of those, either.β
βShut up,β you say. βHow is that possible?β
David looks away, and your heart sinks into your stomach. His silence is a knife. When he speaks, itβs with great slowness, βIβm not exactly supposed to be here.β
βOh.β You rock back on your heels and turn away. You're such a dumbass. βIβm sorry, I shouldnβt have asked.β
βItβs fine. It was a long time ago.β David plays with the fresh cigarette he stashed behind his ear before you left the cave. "Not all of us are as lucky as you."
There's not a trace of resentment anywhere to be found as he says this. His truth is unburdened by jealousy or contempt; you could swear he's nostalgic.
"I wish you could have been lucky, too."
"I was, in my own way." He leans back and assesses you from head to toe. βYou remind me of someone I knew back then."
βYeah?β You grimace. "Is that a good thing?"
βI think it is. Itβs one of the first things I noticed about you.β
"I'm afraid to ask what the others were."
"I don't promise to answer truthfully, either."
You scoff playfully, and yet, your stomach twinges with melancholy. "What happened to them?"
"She died," he says.
"I'm sorry."
David humors you with a small smile, but itβs distant like his mind. ββYou do not know how longingly I look upon you,ββ he starts.
He reaches for you, the tips of his leather clad fingers grazing yours until you give your hand to him. ββYou give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return.ββ
David interlaces your fingers with his. ββI am not to speak to you. I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone. I am to wait.ββ He pauses, ββI do not doubt I am to meet you again. I am to see to it that I do not lose you.ββ
Finally, he looks away with a roll of his eyes, as if he was embarrassed by himself.
You swallow thickly. βWhoβ¦?β
βWalt Whitman,β he confesses.Β
βOh.β
βThat ... is the second thing I thought of." He huffs through his nose. "You acted like you hated us."
"I didn't know you," you insist. "But one look at me, and I drove you to poetry?"
βYou reminded meββ He stops short, drops his hand from yours, but youβre already closing the distance. βIβm not a good writer, Emerson. I donβt have any original words to woo you with.β
βI donβt care.β
David swallows. Thereβs a chink missing from his armor, and you catch a glimpse of the man beneath. βYouβre looking at me really funny.β
βHow?βΒ
βLike you might actually like me.β
βThereβs a chance,β you admit. βDonβt tell anyone.β
David shakes his head. βThatβs going to be hard.β
When did he start whispering? And when did you get so close? You couldnβt fight the magnetic pull guiding you toward him anymore than you could fight gravity. You were going to kiss him.
At least, you were until David stopped you.Β
βWhatβ?β
A firm hand on your wrist silences you. David stands. He stares past you, down the alley, where the street lamp illuminates the crumbling sidewalk.Β
A man stalls near the mouth, tall and broad. It takes a blink, but you recognize the figure. Heβs carrying a bouquet.Β
βMax?β
Though youβre sure you say that under your breath, Max acknowledges you with that jovial smile of his.
βAhβgood evening,β he cheers. David steps in front of you, stuffing his hands in his pockets. βDavid, itβs nice to see you out and about. What are your brothers up to?β
βThey went to the boardwalk,β he says lazily.
You tear your eyes away from Max to look at David, but he wonβt meet your eye.Β
βIβm on my way to your house, now,β says Max, addressing you again. βI picked these for your mother. Do you think sheβll like them?β
βTheyβre beautiful,β you stammer.
You start to speak again, but David cuts you off. βWe were just about to go.β
βAh. Yes, I should do that, too. Iβd hate to keep Lucy waiting.β
βYour date must have gone well last night,β you call out. David tenses.
Max pauses, laughing nervously.
βThis is take two, Iβm afraid,β Max says. βLuck hasnβt been on my side as of late. Iβm a bit out of practice with this, er, dating thing. But Iβm glad to see the two of you are getting along. Iβll pass it along to your mother. Will Michael be joining you tonight?β
David gives you a look, and alarm bells blare inside your head. βOh, Iβm not sure," you say. "Is he, David?β
Max waits, eager to hear as well.
βHe has plans with Star,β David says tightly.
βVery well.β Max checks his watch, βI really must be going. You kids have a great time. Donβt stay out too late.β
But David is already climbing onto his bike. He doesnβt wait for you to take his hand this time; he pulls you by the arm, and your only choice is to get on the bike or topple over it. You donβt even see Max leave.Β
βYou know Max,β you say.
But David revs his engine loud enough to drown you out. The bike rumbles furiously beneath you and he pulls out in lieu of an answer. The summer air is a razor to your face as David weaves through the Santa Carla streets, disobeying every traffic law in the book. But youβre beyond caring; a newfound dread usurps any fear you could have had.
βDavid,β you call, βhow do you know Max?β
βItβs nothing.β
βDavid.β
Still he doesnβt answer.
βDavid, pull over right now or Iβll jump off!β
You feel his chest rumble, and he speeds up to call your bluff. You may have been terrified of bikes, but you were nothing if not stubborn. You unwind your arms from around him, barely even lifting the pressure off his waist, and David abruptly pulls off the main road.
The bike skids to a stop into the grassy, sandy strip of trees just beyond the last lights of the city.Β
David whirls around to look at you, his face contorted in anger. βAre youΒ crazyΒ ?!β
Your head spins from the encounter. Too many thoughts in your head, all of them shouting, clamoring to be heard; a chorus ofΒ why?Β andΒ how?Β crudely bounce in the echo chamber of your mind. A mystery lies in front of you, and you fear youβve already found more than enough clues to come to a conclusion.Β
ββI wish my boys had someone like you around. Maybe you could knock some sense into them.
You have sons?
Oh, yes. Theyβre reckless. As untamed as wild horses.
β¦ Where are your brothers up to?
βMax is your dad,β you say.
David blinks, still appalled at your almost-stunt. βWhat?β
βMaxβheβs your dad.β You get off the bike, pacing. βHe told me he was a father β¦ AndΒ youΒ said you didnβt have any parents.β
βWhen did you talk to him?β
βAnswer my question, David.β
He opens his mouth, shuts it, and looks away into the trees. βHeβs not my birth father.β
βYour adopted dad, then,β you huff.
Davidβs jaw flexes. He tightens his grip on the handlebars, and you wonder if heβs debating on leaving you here.Β
βAm I wrong?β
βWhy do you care?β David sputters.
βBecause youΒ liedΒ .β
"I didn't lie!" Davidβs mouth tightens. βHeβs more like a benefactor.β
You scoff, and pace back and forth. βUnbelievable.β
David says your name, but youβre too angry to care.
βSo what was all that crap you fed me last night? A few minutes ago? Huh?β
βI didnβt lie to you," he says again.
βYes, you did! You said you had no one but each other.β
βAnd thatβs all we do have! Max doesnβt give a damn about me.β
But you're fired up, and his excuses glance off you. βPutting aside the getting into my pants bit, do you know how royally fucked up it was not to tell me? Heβs dating myΒ momΒ .β
βI donβt see how that has anything to do with this!β
βIt does if you hate the guy so much that youβre willing to break them up!β
He scoffs, slamming his hand against the handlebars. βAnd how would I do that, sunshine?β
βThis!β You gesture between the two of you. βYouβmeβsex! You want to mess with him!β
βNo, I donβt.β David flips his kickstand down and is in front of you in seconds. βNot like this, anyway.β
βWell, I donβt believe you.β
βWhy are you always looking for an excuse for this?β
βBecause!β
βBecause you canβt accept that maybe, just maybe, I like you?β
βYes!β
David grabs your nape and kisses you, hard.Β
You donβt even realize youβre kissing him back until he has you against a tree, and all those latent feelings arise from their hiding places. You grip his coat as he holds your face, kissing you with a hunger that hadnβt been satiated last night. His mouth tastes faintly metallic and you realize you must have re-opened the wound you caused last night. The tang of his blood ignites your senses. Every hair stands on end. You moan. David breaks away.
βMax has nothing to do with the way I want you,β he rasps. His mouth grazes yours as he speaks.Β
It dawns on you that thereβs no possible way it could. David couldnβt have known about Max and your mom until last night, their first date. He and the others had been a fixture in your Santa Carla life almost from the beginning.Β
βDo you understand me?β You don't answer fast enough, because David speaks again, "Do you?"Β
You nod, utterly speechless
David flicks his gaze down to your mouth and back up to your eyes, and kisses you again. Your body conforms to the contours of his, moving when he moves, breathing when he allows you, until all of it belongs to him and him alone.Β
βPlease,β you gasp.
βYeah?β He nips your bottom lip. βMore?β
βPlease.β
βAnother word, sweetheart. A real one. Tell me.β
βI want you. All of you.β
βAll of himβ presses snugly against your pelvis, giving you the courage you needed to beg. Despite that tough guy act, he was held together by a singular, fraying string.
βI need to feel you in me,β you breathe.
He grasps your waist, hands delving beneath your denim to play with your pussy. Youβre sensitive from last night, and itβs embarrassing how wet you get from a little manhandling. But itβs not just anyone doing itβitβs David. And you have always been putty for him, no matter how hard youβve fought it.
βLift your hips.β
He moves your shorts down just enough to where he has full access and unfastens his pants.
It occurs to you, vaguely, that youβre barely out of sight from the road. Anyone could drive by and see you, anyone could stop to checkβa good samaritan thinking you broke down or somethingβand you should have been horrified. But David sinks himself into you, and you forget all about that.
You paw at his back as he drives into you, slow to start, gradually building depth and rhythm. Still, itβs sloppy. A bit uncoordinated, and whether thatβs because of the clothes, the location, or your mutual desperation you donβt know.Β
All you know is that youβre whole.
The missing piece has clicked into place; your silent wish fulfilled, even if it was away from the others.Β
David grabs your throat, pushing your jaw upward. Stars fill your eyes as he kisses your pulse point, and you choke on a moan when he drags his teeth across the fragile skin.Β
βD-David,β you moan.
You yearn to ask himβΒ bite me! Please, please, please bite me!Β Β
Youβve never craved pain before this, never fantasized about teeth and blood until you felt his. Itβs only fair, isnβt it? You drew first blood, now itβs his turn.Β
βAh!β Your voice breaks, eyes rolling when he sucks your sensitive spot below your ear. βMore.β
David delivers, but not in the way you secretly wanted him to. His fucks you like he owns you, hiking one leg higher over his hip to reach a place that might be Heaven.Β
βI-Iβm going toββ
βDo it. Let go,β David grunts.
Thereβs something about his voiceβabout his eyesβwhen he says that. Thereβs a pulse. That once strong, but distant, cord of pleasure suddenly ripped through you, like the invisible string had been pulled tight by Davidβs leather-clad grip. Itβs a rush; less of a tumble and more like youβve been shoved head first off a building. You cum with a moan.
David swears. He isnβt far behind you, working himself into you as you wade through the aftershocks of your climax. He cums, not bothering to remove himself from your pussy as he did so. Youβre glad. If he had, you might have begged him to go again. You still could. David has an allure about him, his touch, even his smell, is a drug that youβre afraid youβve become addicted to.Β
The hand on your throat moves to your cheek. David rests his forehead against yours. βAre you okay?β
βMhm.β
βGood.β He kisses your forehead. When he's caught his breath, he kisses your cheeks and slowly withdraws from your sex. He fixes your clothes. "I'm ... I didn't mean to make it sound like a lie."
"I believe you," you say. The rage lingers like a bruise, but you'll put it aside for now. "Can we go back to the cave?"
"Yeah. Of course."
The surprise date would have to wait for another day. Once you're as clean as you can be, you load onto David's bike and he takes the long way home.
The boys are back when you arrive; bellyβs full and raucous as ever. Their laughter carries through the rocky halls, spilling out and mingling with the oceanβs roar like ghosts on the wind.Β
You pet your hair self-consciously, praying it doesnβt look like a rats nest, and hoping they donβt notice your strange walk.Β
David keeps an arm around your waist. He squeezes your hip reassuringly. Six eyes turn your way, each accompanied by toothy grins.
βSo,β Marko drawls, βhow was it?β
You turn on your heel to march back the way you came, but David you back into his arms, capturing you in his embrace.
βClassy, Marko,β David snarks.
Time blurs the longer youβre with your boys. Memories bleed into one another like an inkblot soaking into a page, seeping into a single, endless night. The coming daylight existed as a cruel reminder that youβd have to abandon your recklessness eventually, return to the dreadfully boring life you lead before. You hated it, and prayed it would stay away for as long as possible.
Itβs the first time youβve truly felt alive. Like someone finally flipped on the flashlight, illuminating a path ahead. Your once murky, dismal future appeared with razor sharp clarity, and it involved all four of them.Β
They made you try on the new clothes first, stating itβs only fair since they hadnβt been there to help you choose. Everyone approved of your picks. Theyβre the sort of clothes youβd always dreamed of wearing, in your secret heart of hearts. Bold, daring, and racy. Clothes that didnβt make you look like someoneβs grandmother; clothes that turned heads. More specifically, the Lost Boysβ heads, which were the only people you really cared about impressing anyway.
Next, Marko insisted on helping you modify your jacket.Β
βAm I not allowed in your club until Iβm fully customized?β you quipped.
βSomething like that.β
They had accumulated heaps of fabrics, buttons, patches, and baubles; paints, spikes, and pins overflowed from their buckets, and they all took turns picking out pretty little charms to add to the chain Marko secured around the homemade epaulets. He embroiders blue feathers down your sleeves, like falling plumage in hues of cornflower, periwinkle, and cerulean. Together you cut up the back and used excess leather and ribbons to cinch it tighter, like a corset, so the once oversized and shapeless form now fit you like a glove.Β
There was more. More stolen kisses, more weed, more of that peculiar wine poured in tiny dixie cups.Β
βWhat is this stuff, anyway?β you asked David.
βBlood.β
You rolled your eyes. βFine, donβt tell me.β You downed it, savoring its taste. βWhatever it is, you canβt even taste the alcohol.β
Paul would whirl you around the fountain as you jammed to his rock box and still spontaneously burst into bouts ofΒ Pretty WomanΒ , orΒ Be My BabyΒ , orΒ My GirlΒ in his own hair-metal way. The boys and Laddie had no sympathy for you, finding it utterly hilarious, especially when you inevitably melted into a pile of sheepish goo.
Dwayne would only save you if you agreed to hop on his skateboardβno, not a euphemismβand let him teach you. The grin on his face when you could finally hold your own without falling was criminal. Just wait until you can do a kick flip, he might cry.
Itβs as close to Utopia as you could find in Santa Carla; your very own Neverland.Β
You've never felt more different in your life.
You've never felt more yourself than in that cave.
Youβre waiting for Laddie to come back with his spinning tops when Marko and Paul slide up beside you, pulling you onto your feet.
βCan I help you?β you ask, half-heartedly struggling against them.
βWe were just thinking,β starts Paul.
βIβm proud of you,β you say.
He pouts.
Marko doesnβt beat around the bush. βYou need to learn how to ride a motorcycle.β
βHa!β You unwind your arms from theirs. βNo.β
But they catch you, weaving their arms around you so you canβt escape.Β
βCβmon, itβll be fun!β says Paul. βRelax, girl.β
βI donβt think road rash is fun.β You rotate your wrist and add, βOr plaster casts.β
βWe wouldnβt let you get hurt,β says Marko.
βLikeΒ youΒ can prevent that.β
βWe happen to be excellent teachers, honey.β
βYe of little faith,β taunts Paul.
"Look, I've already tried to ride a bike and almost killed myself. So thanks but no thanks."
"Yeah, but that was whenΒ MikeyΒ was your teacher," says Paul. He uses your brother's nickname like a slur.
Marko adds, "We've been riding these things since before he was born."
Oh, god. The ego driving pissing contest. "You're not going to let me get out of this, are you?"
Paul shakes his head.
And on they drag you, away from the safety of the cave up the aging wood steps to their rides from hell. It's like marching to your own death.
βDo you guys hate your motorcyclesΒ soΒ much that youβll let me, of all people, drive them?β
βNo,β drawls Paul. βWeΒ likeΒ youΒ so much that we want you to drive our motorcycles."
βWhat would you do if somethinβ bad went down and we needed help, huh?β asks Marko.
βIβd wait for the bus,β you say dryly.Β
Marko slaps the handlebars of a bike. βYouβre not getting out of this, honey. Hop on Paulβs bike.β
Paulβs face falls. βMy bike?β
βHa!β You point in Paul's face. βSee?! Hang on to that picture of mangled metal. Itβs a premonition.β
Marko gives him a look. Paulβs eyebrows shoot up and he gestures toward the bike, but Marko doesnβt let up.
Paul sighs, begrudgingly complying with a tone that could only be describes as child-forced-to-eat-vegetables: βHop on.β
So much for fear, huh?
You sling your leg over the seat, shifting uncomfortably. Itβs got a similar make up to Michaelβs Honda, but there are a lot more bells and whistles to contend with. Paul settles in behind you, taking full advantage of the position by scooting as close as possible.
βHey, sweet thing,β he coos.Β
The man's libido is truly something. In ten seconds flat, he forgot all about the very high likelihood of you wrecking hisΒ pwecious babyΒ .
Your wring your hands together, too anxious to touch more than you already were. βI donβt know about this, guys. Seriously. Maybe we should wait until itβs daylight, o-or grab someone else. Like Dwayne. Or David.β
Someone who isnβt a certifiedΒ terrorΒ .
βPaulie ainβt gonna let you crash,β says Marko, slapping the handlebars.
The bike jiggles, giving you the opposite of reassurance.Β
βIβll keep youΒ realΒ safe,β Paul assures you.
Oh, joy.
Youβre shaking as Paul and Marko instruct you on how to start the bike, but phrases likeΒ use the clutchandΒ don't flood the engineΒ mean nothing to you. Paul has to be the one keeping it steady. Thereβs no other explanation why it didnβt tip over immediately.
Paul lays his hands over yours when you start the engine. His grip is sturdy. In that moment, he's as good as God in your eyes. Or, he would be if you could see him.
He doesnβt force you to go fast, which is a small, merciful, win as you loop around Hundsonβs Bluff, the road, and back. The wheels jostle as you go over rocks and uneven terrain, but it takes each turn like a champ.
They make you do about a dozen more loops before Paul forces you to do it by yourself.
With sweaty palms, you jerk into a turn and head back for the road.
Itβs β¦ not as bad as you imagined it would be. You gradually take the turns faster, moving from a snailβs pace to a semi-acceptable road speed.Β
The two of them whoop and shout like fans at a sporting event, and even you canβt help but laugh. Youβre doing it. Youβre riding a motorcycleβand youβre not crashing. The landscape blends into varying hues of black and gray, and the constant rumble from the bike is almost soothing.
You come to a shaky stop in front of them, a smile plastered on your face. Youβve barely killed the engine and flipped the kickstand down when Paul surges forward and kisses you.Β
βGod, that was so sexy!β
βShouldda brought a camera,β Marko mumbles, biting his thumb. His dark eyes dart over your figure, still straddling the bike. βYouβre like a centerfold waiting to happen.β
Paul pinches your chin. βWe need less clothes for that.β
You gulp, chest heaving from the exhilaration and something else. You push your hair back and wet your lips, looking between the two of them. βI guess itβs not so bad when you donβt crash. Like flying.β
βHell yeah,β Paul cheers.
Markoβs grin is razor sharp. βExciting, yeah?β
βI canβt stop shaking,β you admit. But they were good shakes, tremors of adrenaline, greater than any high their weed could formulate.Β
βYou look excited,β Marko muses.
You must be made of glass for him to notice your transparency.
Paul stares down at you with those forget-me-not eyes of his, worrying his pretty bottom lip until itβs pink. Heβd been no help. Itβs partly his fault youβre all wound up in the first place.Β
You squirm against the seat, ultra aware of the tingling between your legs. It started as a tickle as the rush of successfully riding a bike thrummed through your veins. Having Paulβs budding erection snug against your ass, and the vibrations from the bike pressed right against your bundle of nerves,Β motivatedΒ your libido to rocket skyhigh.Β
βYouβre horny, baby?β Paul asks rhetorically.
You swear everything quiets, even the wind, just enough to make your heartbeat thunderous. You donβt mean to grind against Paulβs bike, but when you shift forward it shoots fireworks of pleasure through you.
You glance between them, and step into the deep end. βWhat are you going to do about it?β
All it takes is a look. Barely a nod. Paul and Marko move in sync, hauling you onto your feet and shoving your leather jacket off. Marko meets your mouth half way. Heβs fiery, keeping one hand on your throat while the other pushes your embarrassingly short shorts aside. Paul kisses your jaw, groping your breasts through your shirt, teasing your nipples until theyβre stiff.
Marko turns you around, and you finally catch a good look of poor, needy Paul. Heβs palming himself through his pants, lips parted, like heβs moments away from kissing you himself.
But Marko doesnβt let that happen. He bends you over the bike, smacking your ass as you go down. Youβre eye-level with Paulβs bulge, your middle squished awkwardly against the seat and ass hiked way up. With your shorts pulled to the side, thereβs nothing between you and Marko.
βLook at you,β Marko whistles. He sinks a couple of fingers inside your dripping pussy as Paul undoes his pants. βYou gonna let Paul and I have our fun now?β
You nod, gasping as he twists his fingers just right. βYes!β
Paul strokes his shaft with one hand and pets your head with the other. βBe a good girl and lick it, yeah?β
He looks like he really needs it, too. Somehow, even though youβre in the dark with barely even the moon to light your path, you can see him perfectly. His tip is the same pretty pink shade of his lips; a pearl of precum blossoms out of his slit.
You stick your tongue out flat and slowly lap over his head. Paulβs breath hitches, and he eases forward, breaching the tight, wet suction of your mouth as Marko pushes inside you.
You whimper. You hadnβt even noticed Markoβs hand leaving your cunt, it felt like it happened so fast. And now, his cock bullied its way into your hole. Itβs thicker than you rememberβΒ meanΒ how it stretches you open even though youβre dripping.Β
βOh, fuck,β Marko hisses.
Paul is beyond words, possibly because you canβt stop making noises as you breathe him in.Β
Crass as it is, itβs strange being filled at all ends. Yes, theyβve done it before, but you had been so far gone that it seemed like a distant dream. But this is real. This, Paul in your mouth and Marko in your pussy, is grounding.Β
And then, they begin to move.
Theyβre overeager, and if you werenβt as much of a mess you would have made fun of them for how horny they got seeing you on a motorcycle. Yet, knowing youβre the one that riled them up that way is an aphrodisiac on its own.
Marko jerks your clit like it was a toy to be played with as he slams into you, forcing you to take every inch he had to offer. He doesnβt talk muchβnot like Paul, who talks enough for both of themβbut his grunts and groans are sublimely erotic.Β
βDoinβ so good, baby, just like that,β Paul mumbles. You bob your head faster, uncaring of the drool seeping from the corners of your mouth. βGod, youβre so fucking pretty like this. Looking up at me as you suck on my dickβΒ fu-uck!Β β
Marko pulls out abruptly, and tugs you off Paulβs cock by your hair. The absence of him inside aches like a stab wound. You have to arch against Marko to satisfy the pull on your roots, and Marko takes advantage by kissing your cheek.
βStraddle the bike, honey,β he orders.Β
Clumsily, you swing your leg back over Paulβs bike, but a sharp jerk on your hair keeps you from sitting.
βMarko!β you whine.
βAlmost, honey.β Marko kisses his teeth. βYou wanna shake? I can give you something to shake about. Itβll be the best ride youβve ever had.β
Paul turns your head and kisses you as Markoβs fingers probe your needy pussy. He rolls your clit, starting slow then building up speed as Paulβs hand slides over the globes of your ass. Paul reaches your cunt from behind and pushes two fingers inside.
Itβs the strangest sensation, more so than their cocks. Two hands, completely disconnected from each other, different sizes, different shapes; and yet they come together to build a matching, punishing pace.
Itβs too much.
You break free of Paulβs kiss with a gasp. Youβve never been drawn to watching yourself be gratified, and yet you canβt look away from their hands as they undulate under your shorts. Open mouthed and glassy eyed, you sob. Your knees quake, threatening to buckle and send you crashing onto the seat of the bike.
βW-Wait, I feelββ Indescribable. The sensation is unlike any orgasm build up youβve experienced prior. Youβre not even sure itΒ isΒ an orgasm. It feels wrong, a rising tsunami as opposed to a crashing wave. βS-Stoβahβitβsβ!β
They donβt stop. Paulβs fingers hit just the right angle as Marko rubs your clit, and you climax so hard your vision goes white. Something gushes out of you, and for a couple of horrified momentsβonce youβre actually coherentβyouβre positive youβve pissed yourself.Β
You expect disgust. You donβt expect to see Marko beaming.Β
βOh, fuck,β Paul moans. βSquirted all over my bike, didnβt you baby? Such a good fucking girl.β
You donβt have the time, or the ability, to ask what that means. Marko rips you off Paulβs bike and shoves you backward, onto another. You land like a ragdoll, limp-limbed and bobble-headed; too disoriented to see straight. The kickstand groans, but the bike doesnβt tip.Β
Luckily, Paul appears behind you, being the solid wall that keeps you from dropping over the edge of the cliff. Marko hikes your knees to your chest.
Marko enters you with a low, drawn outΒ fuuuckΒ . You gasp, clutching his jacket. He reminds you of an ancient statue in all his ecstasy, head tipped toward the gods, curls cascading down his shoulder, his back. He might as well be carved from marble.
You reach behind you and take Paulβs cock, fervently stroking him as Marko pummels your pussy.Β
They take turns kissing you. Marko first, all tongue and teeth, then Paul, who uses your mouth as a confessional. He mutters fragmented, sinful words that slur and break whenever your thumb teases his slit. Marko butts in again, and you can feel how close he is. His thrusts are sloppy, his breathing ragged.
Paul rests his head on Markoβs shoulder and watches the lurid scene between your legs.
Marko cums with a grunt, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck. You yelp. The twinge of pain burns, but Paul is quick to kiss you, distracting you from the pain. Marko must have drawn blood because he soothes his tongue over the divots as something wet dribbles down your clavicle.
"Β OhΒ ," you moan. That pleasurable pain threatens to do you in a second time; you're already so thoroughly fucked and wound up that a little bit of agony goes a long way.Β
It fuels a second wind. You twist onto your belly, laying across Marko's bike so you're down in front of Paul, and you swallow his length. It's akin to being drunk, that belligerent sensation of invincibility andΒ cravingΒ . Paul is weak from skirting the brink for this long, it doesn't take much to force him over the edge. Paul's breath hitches, too far gone to even whimper before he floods your mouth with his cum.
βAw, look at you. You take cock so well,β Marko croons. He pushes your head further down Paulβs shaft. βYouβre gonna swallow it all, right? Since youβre so hungry for it?β
You gulp it down and stare at Paul through your lashes. Tears of pleasure stream down your face.Β
βFuckinβ hell, dude,β Paul groans when he's capable of human speech again.Β
Marko relents and you drag yourself off Paul's cock with a cough. You're hypersensitive to the strain in your body, now. You sag against Marko's bike, and Marko embraces you.
βNeed a shower,β you grumble. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. βFeel like a used sock.β
βWhat?" Marko snickers.
"Like a cumβnever mind."
You're too tired to explain yourself.
βOh, fuck, gimme a minute, man.β Paul runs his hand over his face. βJesus.β
Paul grumbles something along the lines of having his life sucked out of his penis, but it's mostly gibberish. Marko noses your temple, rubbing soothing circles against your hips until you come back to yourself.
You pull your shorts back into place, cringing as the wet slip of denim grazes your pussy.
βIβm have to throw these away,β you lament. They were one of your favorites, too. Homemade from an old pair of your mother's and ultra soft from years of use. Damn.Β
βWhy donβt you take βem off," Marko murmurs. "Then we can really get that centerfold look we were talking about.β
Youβve never had a better bath in your life. Sure, the water is lukewarmβthe boys siphoned hot water off someone elseβs tank since the hotel didnβt have powerβand you don't have nearly enough bubbles to make it fun, but the tub is massive. A porcelain clawfoot monstrosity that probably cost a small fortune in todayβs money, much like all the other antiques junking up the Lost Boys' cave.
It takes a while to get fully clean, and you guiltily stole some of Starβs hair products. (You absolutely needed a head-to-toe wash after your time with the guys.) But with every layer of grime, you are made anew.Β
When all is said and done, exhaustion seeps into your pores. You're tempted to fall asleep in the water just like that, but you've survived a motorcycle tonight. You're not about to be taken out by a little bit of liquid.
Through the twisting hallways of the cave, you wander back to your bedroom with nothing but a single candle to light the way. Your eyelids droop and brain tingles with the allure of unconsciousness. A sweet, tv-snow like fuzz hazes over most coherent thoughts. It's a miracle you make it without passing out.
Dwayne lays in your bed, one arm behind his head, the other propping Pirate up against his stomach. He glances at you.
You must look truly ran through, because he says, βI can go."
βPlease donβt.β You drape your robe and hair towel over the banister and climb into bed. βI ... I'd like it if you stayed.β
Dwayne nods, shifting around the sheets to make room for you. The bed is big enough for you both, and then some, so it wasn't necessary. Still, it'sΒ sweetΒ . You settle beside him, mindful of your glasses as you lay. You've never noticed how dark his irises were. If someone had taken the entire night sky, bottled it, and squeezed them into two teaspoons, it still wasn't as black and fathomless as Dwayne's eyes. They're an abyss you could fall into, drift away, and never worry about anything ever again. You study his cheeks, his jaw, all the way down to the curve of his shoulder.
"You sure you don't wanna sleep?" he asks.
"Eventually. I'll try not to when you're here."
Dwayne makes a face. "Wouldn't mind if you did."
You hum and drag your finger over his collarbone. βHowβs the bite?β
βHuh?β
Remembering it makes you want to spontaneously combust. You peel his leather jacket off one shoulder, observing more of him. βI thought I drew blood. Wanted to see how bad it really was.β
But the only thing on Dwayneβs neck were a couple of well-hidden freckles that you had to squint to see in the candle light. Everything else was smooth. Unfairly unblemished for someone his age.
βSee? Nothinβ to worry about.β
βBut, I swore Iβ¦β You shake your head, stroking his skin. βI guess I was pretty messed up. Iβm glad I didnβt hurt you.β
βNot possible,β says Dwayne. He kisses the tips of your fingers, wearing that handsome almost-smile of his. βDid you have a good night?β
βYeah,β you smile. βPaul and Marko made me practice riding.β
βAnd you live to tell the tale. Proud of you.β
βGuess itβs not too bad when I have a real teacher.β You remove your glasses and plop them on the bedside table. βOr two."
"I can teach you. If you want." He coils a strand of your hair around his finger. "Some other time."
"I might like that."
His eyebrows twitch inward. "You sure you didn't hit your head?"
"Now that you mention it..."
Dwayne chortles. His chest rumbles warmly. "I'll start looking for parts."
"For what?"
"Your new bike," he says simply.
"You're hilarious," you deadpan. "It'll be a long time before I even think about something like that. I'm leaning toward 'never.'"
Dwayne hums, unimpressed.
"No, but ..." You snuggle closer and pick at your lip. "They were less intense than I thought theyβd be. It was kinda fun.βΒ
βSurprised they didnβt keep you out there longer.β
You cringe. βYou heard?β
βA little.β
Groaning, you scrunch your eyes shut. βIβm sorry.β
ββS okay.β
βI swearβIβm not usually like this."
βEven if you were, we wouldnβt care.β
Youβre grateful that you canβt see him all that well, so even if a modicum of judgment lingered somewhere in his expression, you didnβt notice. βI donβt know what it is about you guys. You make me feel β¦β
βWeird?β
βHappy,β you correct. βWhichΒ isΒ very weird in a ... kismet way. Like I don't need to try with you.β
βWho says itβs not?β
βLogic.Β RealityΒ .β
"Two highly subjective things," Dwayne philosophizes. "Why can't it just be what it is? Easy."
You wrinkle your nose. You could make several self deprecating jokes about being easy, but you don't think Dwayne wants to hear that. Besides, things that are too easy are always suspect.Β
"Thanks, by the way," you say, "for not being a total jerk."
Dwayne unspools the curl from around his finger. "Still a part of me that is, though?"
You fidget with the hem of your oversized shirt. βWell ... the Max part."
The air in the room thickens. Dwayne takes a measured breath. βDavid said you put it together.β
His acknowledgement opens the floodgates.
βHowβ¦? I mean, whyβ¦? Not that you guys donβt live in a sick place, but if Max is your guardianβ¦?β
Dwayne quietly shrugs, turning his attention to the cheap stuffed animal on his abs. βItβs complicated.βΒ
That sinking feeling returns. Theyβre not telling you somethingβand youβve only asked David and Dwayne about it. Marko would likely close ranks too, butΒ PaulΒ β¦
No. Even he has enough sense not to spill his guts, especially if the others get to him first.Β
βIs he a good guy?β you ask. Dwayne drops Pirateβs arm. βAt least give me that. My mom is involved with him. She doesnβt need another shitty man ruining her life.β
βJust because I donβt like him doesnβt mean β¦β Dwayne trails off. βWe chose to walk away, alright? He didnβt force us out or beat us or anything. βS a matter of differing opinions.βΒ
You sigh. Even if you push, you doubt Dwayne will give you more than he had.
βAnd itβs not weird to you? All of this?β
βNo." He doesn't even pause.Β
A man of few words. You suppose thatβs all you would get out of him on the subject. You sigh again and lean your head against his chest. Dwayne pulls you closer, and rests his hand on your hip.Β
βI have something for you,β he says after a long pause. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws something small and circular. It rattles pleasantly. Itβs a bracelet of small, smooth crystals.
You graze your fingers over it. βJasper?β
βMhm.β
βItβs beautiful.βΒ
He fastens it around your wrist. βYou like it?β
βI love it.β Tilting your head to the side, you kiss Dwayne. His lips are soft and welcoming, and you loath to pull away, but you do. βThank you.β
Dwayneβs adamβs apple bobs. βIf you could do this forever, would you?β
βKiss you?β You grin.
He nudges his nose against yours. βThat. Everything. Be here. With us.βΒ
βAll four of you?β
He nods.
Humming, you say, βI donβt know. We have to get serious eventually. Grow up. Get jobs and pay taxes and make investments and worry about gas prices.β Dwayne pokes your ribs and you burst into laughter. βThatβs how it goes! You guys will get sick of me eventually.β
βNot a chance, beautiful,β says Dwayne. βWhen we like something, we hold onto it for a very long time.β
βA very long time isnβt forever.β
βWe havenβt gotten that far yet.β Dwayne adds, βBut would you? If you didnβt need to grow up?β
Your mouth twitches, and you trail your fingers over his chest. If you try hard enough, you can picture it. Itβs one of those fantasies you should keep to yourself, one that most adults would call a flight of fancy. Everyone grew up. But there is a time when everyone thinks of themselves as young, dumb, and immortal. You can see that. Itβs a little cloudy, in a haze of smoke and premarital sex that would make the average American clutch their pearls, but itβs there: your endless night.Β
βI would stay as long as you wanted,β you say.Β
Dwayne embraces you, pulling you fully onto his chest. βForever it is, then.β
You laugh, squirming as Dwayne prods your ribs again. The tussle ends with you on your back and him overtop. His long, black hair cascades around your face like a curtain.Β
βI would like to go back to the kissing bit,β you say quietly.Β
βSo would I.β
Dwayne closes the distance between you. Kissing him is better than before, especially with his weight pressed solidly against you.Β
βDwayne,β you whisper.Β
βYou got all clean. Not gonna make you dirty again.β
βI donβt care.β
βBut I do.β
His lips caress yours, tongue flirting with the seam of your mouth, and yet you can't focus on a damn thing other than his bulge.Β
"You're hard," you say into the kiss.
Dwayne rolls his hips against yours, not denying the accusation in the slightest. What a barbaric way to taunt you. Despite your earlier exhaustion, every atom inside you perked up, eagerly anticipating what could come.Β
Yet, Dwayne doesn't push your sleep shirt aside. He doesn't slide your panties aside. Doesn't even move to unbutton his jeans.Β
But he does flip you both over, forcing you on top of him. Dwayne slides his hand over your ass and grips it. βI donβt need to be inside you to feel good.β
He parts your thighs just wide enough to press his thigh against your sex.Β
βUse this for me, yeah?β
"W-What?"
"You know what to do," he assures you.
The brick of muscle snug against your clit taunts you like a punishment fit for Tartarus. The pressure is just right and simultaneously too far, too soft. Not enough. It creates a delicious form of agony, one where you try to buck your hips fast, but Dwayne holds you too tight, forcing you to go at his pace:Β languidΒ .
"That's it," he says. "Hump my thigh, beautiful."
Rude, awful, horrible man!
You try to speed up again, only for Dwayne to foil the plot by stilling your pelvis. "Not fair," you grunt through gritted teeth.Β
"Plenty fair. You're doing so good." He pulls you higher up his body. His hipbone caresses your swollen nub to your unfettered delight. He drags you, up and down, round and round, over the ridge of bone. "Just like that."
But chasing a high at this speed is like a dog chasing a car: so close yet so far.Β
Dwayne undulates with you. He drags his cock over your thigh, and moans when the friction gets to him.
Then, you break. It's not a satisfying climax; it hurts. Your clit is too puffy, too overused, and the cotton of your underwear rubs it raw. Your pussy flutters around nothingβyearning forΒ somethingΒ βthat it will not get. Still, it's pleasure. Unwanted, paltry pleasure and if you had the energy you would have torn Dwyane's pants right off and did the job yourself.
And yet, he might have been on to something.Β
Overworked, you wither and practically collapse against Dwayne, utterly spent. You've been running on fumes for hours.
"That's it. You did perfect." He catches you under your arms and readjusts himself so your head rests comfortably against his sternum. "Knew you were tired."
"You didn't ..." you trail off.Β
"Shush," he admonishes. "You can make it up to me some other time."
"Dwayne."
"Go to sleep."
You're halfway there without realizing it. You don't even realize you're nodding off until Dwayne shifts his weight, and you jerk awake. "Please stay."
"Not goin' anywhere," he says, and pulls the sheet over you.Β
A hand covers your mouth. You jolt awake, a scream half-formed in your throat, but before it's bornβ
βShhh!"
βan unfamiliar voice shushes you.
Panic subsides like a slow, creeping slug and your eyes adjust to the dark.
Dwayne is still sound asleep beside you, and though she's blurry, you recognize her silhouette.
Star messily slides your glasses into place, smudging the lens in the process, and you clamor to fix the arms over your ears. She holds a finger to her lips and removes her hand from your mouth. You exhale, no longer scared, but not exactly sure you shouldn't scream. After all, who barges in on someone like this?
Come with me, she mouths. Frowning, you obey.
The main cave is just as dark as your bedroom; none of the bonfires had been lit, and none of the boys seemed to be around yet. Like this, it's eerie. The shadows have eyes and long spindly fingers. Her heart leaps into your throat.
βWe have to get you out of here,β Star breathes, βMichaelβyour whole familyβtheyβreΒ worriedΒ about you.β
βI'm fine,β you say. "They know where I am."
Maybe not what you're doing, but certainly where you are.Β
βNo they donβt.βΒ
Star thrusts piece of paper into your hands. It's unevenly folded, and you raise an eyebrow. When it's open, you recognize the black and white Xerox is a picture from last summer. Michael and Sam's faces are cropped out, but you see their hair and bits of their dimpled cheeks. There's a heading in big, bold letters.
MISSING, it reads, LAST SEEN AUGUST 13th, 1987.Β
Below that, IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION PLEASE CALL THE SANTA CARLA POLICE OR THE NUMBER BELOW.
It's not a new paper. It's weathered and creased, like someone had been compulsively folding and unfolding it. The top is ripped from a staple.Β
βI donβt understand,β you stammer.
βYouβve been gone for a week,β says Star.
You step back. βNo ... No, thatβs impossible.βΒ
βPlease, you have to come now, I need you to trust me. You are in danger.β
βIs this a prank?β you ask. You clutch the missing flyer between trembling fingers. βBecause I donβt think itβs funny, Star.β
Star reaches for you, like she thought she could somehow drag you out of the cave, but you jerk away. Starβs face falls, her urgency fading into a glassy-eyed horror.Β
βYou drank it, didnβt you?β
βDrankΒ what?β
She winces and turns around, pacing the floor. Her voice cracks when she says your name. βIβm so sorry.β
βWhat are you talking about Star?β
βI canβt tell you, I donβt know how.β She sniffs, fisting her hair. βItβs all my fault. I should have told Michael sooner but I thought theyβd kill him.β
βWho?β You shake your head. βYouβre not making sense?β
βStar.β
You nearly scream for a second time.Β
David stands by the fountain. Dwayne and Paul arenβt far behind him. Marko stands at the mouth of the cave, jaw clenched. You hadnβt noticed any of them come in.Β
Starβs voice is thick as she whispers, βWhat have you done?β
βThatβs enough, Star.β Itβs a warning. The ferocity in his icy-blue eyes scares you.Β
You press the missing flyer to your chest, inching away from both of them. βWill somebody tell me whatβs going on?β
But David isnβt looking at you. His nostrils flare, aiming every iota of vitriol at Star. It terrifies you. This look that youβve never seen before, this unadulterated, animalistic rage and fear. Star shrivels under his glare, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders.
βDavid?β you whisper.
He blinks, glances at the ground, then back at Star. βTake Laddie to get something to eat.β
βDavid,β you say again.
βI want to talk to her alone,β David says.
βI made the mistake of leaving once,β Star starts, moving forward so she shields you from David. She balls her hands into fists, and you want to laugh at the absurdity of all of it.Β
βAnd what more could we possibly do?β His impatience seeps into his tone, but so does a twinge of desperation. Star holds his gaze. Her mouth trembles. David sighs. βJust go. Tell Michael to come to the Boardwalk.β
It's the desperation that gives you pause. Star, too. She hesitates, and her hands uncurl, hanging limply at her side. Laddie pops his head out of the lacy curtains surrounding Star's head, apparently done pretending that he wasn't listening. He rushes past you to Star and clutches her skirt.
"Fine," she says. Star lays a on Laddie's back and guides him out of the cave. You feel her look back in your periphery, but you can't look away from David.Β
Why is it that whenever you think you've unearthed the last secret from him, another pops out?
No, you won't let him weasel out of it. David starts to turn away from you but you bound after him.Β
βDid you know about this?β you ask weakly, thrusting the flyer into his chest.Β
Davidβs expression is impenetrable. He doesn't even look at the paper. βYes.β
You release the breath you didn't know you were holding and drop your hand. David catches the flyer. Your grainy, toothy grin stares back at you with pity.
βWhy didnβt you tell me?β you ask. βI couldn't have beenβΒ that long?Β I thoughtβif I had known, I would have β¦β
David interrupts your stammering. βYou were happy.β
βMy mother thinks IΒ ran away.β
βThey would have learned the truth soon enough.β
βFor once, can you please not talk in riddles!β you shout. βWhy did Star wake me up to tell me Iβm in danger?! What is going on?β
David carefully folds your missing flyer into fourths, taking his time to smooth out each crease before sticking it in his coat pocket. βAnd if I said it was nothing?β
βIβd leave,β you say.
The words ring through the cave.Β
A vein in David's neck throbs. He sniffs. Nods.Β Won't look up from the ground. "Fine. You'd learn the truth soon enough."
warnings: swearing, mentions of blood (duh?), talk of eating people, typical vampire things, making out turned heavy petting
synopsis: being with the boysβbeing with davidβhas begun to make you feel more alive than anything human ever has. you think itβs time you made your feelings about that clear to your lover.
a/n: hello, my loves! seeing as david has bewitched me, body and soul, this fic practically wrote itself, and i had so much fun. i caught myself grinning at my computer screen on more than one occasionβcorny as that may be. this fic can be read as a continuation of my precious one, as it basically is, but they can also be read separately!! i hope you enjoy this one!!! and bestie, @clovermunson every bit of dwayne in here was written for you. eat up, queen <3
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The chemical scent of nail polish hasnβt bothered you for a long time, but Paul keeps rubbing his nose like the smell is coming from his upper lip.Β
βPut your hand here,β you wrestle his wrist to sit atop your propped knee, βand quit messinβ around.β He chose a sparkly, deep blue color. Youβre trying to do a good job, but heβs restless, leg bouncing incessantly.
βYou asked me to do this, Paulie,β you remark.
βI didnβt know it would take so long, and now they gotta dryβwhat am I supposed to do with my hands?β
βItβs been ten minutes,β Dwayne says, not looking up from where he sits, sharpening a pocket knife.Β
βIβm almost finished, okay? Relax. Iβll put the top coat on βem and then you just need to make sure not to bump into anything for a little bit.β Paul nods.
βSay βYes, maβam,β Paulie,β Marko teases. You clock the cropped, white tank top heβs wearing and he grins.Β
Paul leans over the bench heβs straddling and tries to smack Marko. The back of your hand makes contact with his thigh. βOw!β he whines.
βWhat did I just say?βΒ
He settles back down. βYes, maβam.β
It doesnβt take you long to wrap up. Davidβs here now, but you havenβt noticed. He watches from the far edge of the cave as your tongue pokes out in concentration. He swallows down the lump in his throat. You give the same care to Paulβs nails that you do to yoursβtaking every step to make the polish last. You couldβve done one shitty coat and pleased him, but that just didnβt seem right. The cap squeaks as you twist it closed.Β
βOkay, youβre free.β
Paul launches himself upward and presses a wet kiss to your forehead. βThanks, babe!β He glances down briefly, bounding away still. βBeautiful work!βΒ
You start cleaning up, putting the polish and nail clippers back into your bagβyouβd brought them from home. You feel someone approach you from behind.
βWhat are you up to?β David asks.Β
You swivel your head to look up at him. βWhenever you ask me that, I get the feeling you already know.β He laughs through his nose.
David sits down across from you and leans in. He bites down on the tip of your nose, gently. It makes you laugh and you swat him away. He grabs for your wrists and brings them around the back of his neck, kissing you then, slow and sweet. His lips move leisurely against yours. When he pulls away, you glance toward the gray streams of light coming in through the cave. The sun is setting behind a thick cluster of clouds.
βWhereβve you been?β you ask him, fingers rubbing the top of his spine.Β
βScouting.β
You hum. David looks at you with a question in his eyes. You squint, trying to tell him not to ask it right now. Instead, he asks something else.
βYou wanna come out with us tonight? Buy you somethinβ pretty.β
βYou mean steal?β
David raises his brows. βYou hear that boys? She takes us for a bunch of pilfering criminals.β
Dwayne appears beside you. The tips of his fingers graze your ribs, making you gasp. You never told him you were ticklish there. βGotta eat the rich to feed the poor, babe.βΒ
βWhatβs it gonna be, huh?β David draws your attention back to him.Β
You shrug your shoulders up to your ears. βWhat if I want two pretty things?β
David lifts a gloved hand and removes a cigarette from behind his ear. Thereβs a candle sitting on the makeshift vanity next to you. He holds the end over the flame to light it. His eyes drag down your form. His thumb traces the base of your jaw. βNobodyβs stoppinβ you from having all the pretty things you want.β
You stand, reveling in the way Davidβs gaze follows your every movement. Heβs now looking up at you; it makes your chest heave with pride.Β
βWell, come on then, pretty thing. Letβs go get me some good stuff.β
The only hint you get that your teasing has affected David is the way he grips your thigh after guiding you onto his bike, tugging you as close as possible. Once you get to the strip, he hands you off to Marko, who slings an arm across your shoulders and leads you in the direction of a few stores, all their windows full of neon signs and flashing the shiniest of things at you. Every part of Marko jingles as you walk. It makes you smile. So does being with him. You feel so alive, strolling down the boardwalk. You breathe in the warm breeze, let your fingers twitch along to the music coming from further down the beach. Markoβs arm falls to the small of your back once youβre inside.Β
βSo, what are we thinking? Sexy dress? Little skirt?β
Something catches your eye almost immediately. Marko follows behind you. You roll your eyes playfully at him. βSomething nice.β
βNice can mean a lot of things, babe,β he says. Both of your hands reach for a skirt at the same time and you burst into giggles. Itβs this flowy purple thing, with strips of a shiny, almost silky fabric skating down it between the base layer of cotton. The way the two fabrics lay together makes it look like a jellyfish. You grab for your size and lift it from the rack. Marko takes it and slings it over his arm.Β
You walk a few more feet and Marko pushes forward to show you something. βYou gotta try this one on. Needs a belt thoughβIβll be right back.β His attention span (or lack thereof) gives you whiplash. The dress heβd manhandled sticks out of the rack and you take a moment to look it over. Dark green with loads of sparkly gold suns and moons all over it. Gorgeous, you think. Marko returns with a belt youβd never choose for yourself and a pair of boots. You follow him to the dressing room.Β
βYou better model βem for me!β he calls back.
You come out in the skirt first. He places his fingers in his mouth and whistles. βMarko!β you fuss.Β
βWhat? You look killer. Thatβs how normal people react.βΒ
You twist and turn in the mirror, taking it in. It hugs the right places and twirls in the others. It makes you look hypnotizing, in a way.Β
βMβkay, weβre getting that one,β Marko says. βPut the dress on and if the boots donβt fit, Iβll grab you another size.β
The boots end up being too roomy, so you wait to examine the whole thing until heβs brought you the smaller pair. You loved the first one, but when you look at yourself in this one, your ears burn. Itβs got these little straps that accentuate your collarbones and make your shoulders look strong, yet delicate.Β
βThe boots were a good touch.β You turn to Marko. He flashes you a mischievous grin. You even like the belt. Youβre practically ogling yourself, marveling in Markoβs handiwork. New movement catches your eye and you spin, locking eyes with David. His forearm rests on Markoβs shoulder, whoβs looking way too pleased with himself. A toothpick bobs between Davidβs lips. A smile starts to play on his features.Β
βDonβt you look gorgeous,β he says. Your stomach flips, unsure of the appropriate reaction to this attention. You choose to turn back toward the mirror.Β
βWhich one do you think I should get?β you ask, swallowing hard.Β
You catch Marko smiling like he knows something you donβt.Β
βYouβll get both,β David says. He takes a few steps closer to you. Marko grabs the skirt from inside the dressing room, snatches the belt from your waist. You shuffle backward and change back into your street clothes. Marko disappears with everything youβd tried on in hand.
Davidβs thumb brushes the pulse point on your wrist so lightly you think you might have imagined it. βYou looked good enough to eat in that dress,β he breathes.Β
βHa. Ha.β
He takes your hand in his and kisses up your exposed forearm. His eyes darken and for a moment you think he might not have meant that comment in the vampire way. He doesnβt let go of you, guiding you back outside where you find the rest of the boys. Dwayne sits on his bike, a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. Paul skips in your direction, hand coming up to play with your earring and then twirl your hair around. βHeard you got a new outfit,β he starts. βGonna share it with me?β
You snort. He looks so thrilled. βSure thing. Purple really is your color.β You look down at where heβs fidgeting with a watch you donβt remember him having before. βCan you tell time, Paulie?β
You hear Dwayne laugh. He mustβve surprised himself because he coughs, smoke spiling from his nostrils and clouding around his head. Marko pats him roughly on the back before stealing his cig and taking a puff from it. When he goes to hand it back, Dwayne holds up a hand and makes a face.Β
βCan I tell timeβyes! I can tell time, you punk,β Paul fusses.Β
βIs that new?β you ask him.Β
He nods. βFinders keepers, or whatever.β He and Marko lose themselves in a fit of giggles. The realization has your brows shooting up. You turn, looking for David. He stands beside his bike, on the opposite end from Dwayneβs and next to Markoβs. He flicks the top to his lighter open and shut as he scans the beach beyond the end of the boardwalk, clusters of people jumping and scream-singing. You swear the music has gotten louder. Muscle cars rev in the distance and a group of college-aged kids in bathing suits play bocce ball in the sand, despite the darkness. You fall into place next to David, your fingers subconciously reaching for his belt loops and grabbing hold. Something catches your eye when he looks down at you. Something on the underside of his chin, like it had run down from his mouth.Β
You use your thumb to swipe at the mark. Still-wet blood shines on your skin. Before you can say anything, or even process the finding enough to form words, Davidβs gloved hand is taking your wrist. He brings your thumb to his mouth and locks eyes with you. He sucks the blood from your finger, tongue laving over your skin. Fire shoots through you, makes your breath catch and your knees weak. He keeps your thumb in his mouth longer than necessary.Β
When he pulls away, thereβs a question in his eyes. You nod, just barely.Β
The palm of his hand rests on your throat as he kisses you, teeth nipping your bottom lip. His other hand flattens over your spine and pushes, getting you to arch into him. His earring brushes your cheek. All the air is gone from your lungsβyouβre sure of it. Heβs devouring you.Β
Kissing you like he needs it.Β
He licks into your mouth and you hear a strangled moan release itself from his throat. It makes you grin and that gets you in trouble, his hand lowering to your ass where it squeezes, grip mean. Something clicks in your mind then, the longer he kisses you. It cements in your brain and you kiss him once more. When you pull back you think he knows, too.Β
βJesus H. Christ, man!β Paul shouts, a hand over his stomach as he howls with laughter. Marko joins in, bouncing on the balls of his feet. βDidnβt know you had it in you, Powers,β he quips. Dwayne doesnβt say anything, doesnβt chuckle, but he looks at you like he knows exactly what just happened. Like he knew before you did.
ββββ
Itβs your night off. At dusk, you slip your new dress on over your head. You stand in front of your bathroom mirror and figure out a way to situate your hair. At nightfall, you leave in search of him.
You make your way to the boardwalk, pace unhurried. You pass their bikes and drag the tips of your fingers over the handlebars of Davidβs. You continue to the beach, begin to wade through the sand. Itβs cool tonight, and a breeze ruffles the fabric covering your body. It tickles your knees. You inhale deeply, filling your lungs.
You know heβs here. You can feel that he is. Youβre unsure of when that connection came to be, but it doesnβt unsettle you.Β
Your steps slow. You close your eyes and turn your face up to the moon. One of your hands reaches out from your side, just the slightest bit. When his bare palm slides into yours and his fingers thread between your own, you open your eyes. The feeling of his skin pressed against yours does something magical to your insides. The only word you can draw up that might describe it is ancient.Β
βHi, beautiful,β David says.Β
You squeeze his hand and turn to him. You lift up on your toes and kiss him, the press of your lips soft and careful. A grin takes over Davidβs faceβslowly but surely. He chooses not to say anything, not to bat an eye at your gesture. His thumb rubs continuously over the back of your hand.Β
βYou came to me,β you say. βBecause you knew I had something to tell you?β
He bends, leveling his mouth with your ear.Β
βBecause Iβll always come to you,β he whispers.Β
You take his hand in both of yours and bring it up to your chest, placing it over your heart. βYou mean that,β you say. Itβs a statement. Davidβs free hand settles on your cheek, his skin soft, touch even softer. He presses his lips to your forehead and lets them linger there.Β
βI do.β His voice is still a whisper, for your ears only.Β
βDo you already know what it is that I want to tell you?β you ask him.Β
He smirks. Of course. βI want you to tell me anyway.β
Your eyes never leave his. Blue irises staring right back at you, patient.Β
βI want to be with you,β you say. βIβve decided to give up sunlight.βΒ
Thereβs a moment of silence, and then David smiles at you. A real, big one. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes, eveloping you in leather and smoke and a little bit of sugar. βIβll take care of you,β he says, pulling your face back so that youβre looking at him, so that you feel his words. βIβll come whenever you call. Give you as much or as little as you want.β
You begin to walk again, though back in the direction of the boardwalk. Someoneβs dog runs up to you, a full-grown husky, and you crouch, letting his wet nose run over your chin, your hands scratching behind his ears. A whistle draws him away but the brilliant smile he brought to your face stays. David, a few steps behind you, fights to swallow down the lump thatβs formed in his throat. Something burns in his chest. It reminds him of when he was new to this, when he kept learning new things against his will. It burned. But the feeling doesnβt scare him this time.Β
βDo the boys know, too?β you ask him. David just smiles.Β
ββββ
Youβre holding the bottle in your hand. βIf Iβve had, say, a decadesβmaybe a decade and a halfβworth of periods, this should be a breeze,β you joke. Dwayne chuckles, impressed, but Marko and Paul look at you with a little fear in their eyes.Β
βItβs not so bad,β Dwayne says. βPaul had it rough, but, yβknow.β His tone soothes your nerves, effortless as it may be.Β
βHeard that, dick!β Paul shouts, playing cards with Marko at the far side of the cave.Β
You turn to look at David, focusing on his eyes. They look gray tonight. He takes your hand, grip gentle but firm. Steady. You bring the bottle to your lips and drink. You know they could be making a show out of this, could be cheering and dancing and causing a raucous. You didnβt ask them not to; they made the choice on their own. Something tells you itβll come later. You swallow, and maybe you were expecting a frightening sensation to take over you, but really itβs just gradual. It feels both cold and warm, which shouldnβt make sense, but it does. It doesnβt hurt. Itβs just a change. Thereβs a flutter in the pit of your stomach, similar to how you feel before you do something youβve been looking forward to. Giddiness?
βYou kinda taste like shit, David,β you laugh, throwing your head back to take another sip. David takes the bottle.
βAlright,β he chuckles, βthatβs enough for you.βΒ
After a while, you notice that the other boys have disappeared, leaving David and you in silence.Β
You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder. βIβm gonna have to bite people's heads off, arenβt I?β Youβre whispering.Β
David laughs through his nose. βYou donβt have to. I can do it for youβgive you an arm or somethinβ to chew on.βΒ
When you lift your head from his shoulder, heβs smiling at you. You smile back. βBut when it comes time for you to feed, itβll be easier.β You nod. βDwayne can spot a deserving asshole from a mile away. If thatβs what you were worried about.β
Your expression turns softer. βI didnβt think you just ate anyone, you know. But that helps.β
His thumb brushes your jaw. He still wears his gloves around you, but at some point he began to remove them if he planned to touch you.Β
βGood.β
Your eyes refuse to leave his face. They travel up and down, side to sideβmemorizing. Thereβs a tiny scar on his forehead, tinier creases at the corners of his eyes. You slide your index finger down his nose, grinning at the way it tilts up at the end. You canβt help it.Β
βWhat are you doing?β he asks, nose scrunching when your nails drag behind his ears. He must be ticklish there.Β
βYou told me that no one was stopping me from havinβ all the pretty things I want.β He raises a brow. You grab him by the collar.Β
βYouβre the prettiest thing Iβve ever wanted.βΒ
David blushes. You push up on your knees and move to straddle him. His hands are quick to find your hips and help, like heβs eager for you. Like heβd been waiting for you. For how long? you wonder, the thought a flicker of emotion.Β
You settle on his lap and cup his face in your hands. His slide to rest on your ass, grip gentler than you think he wants to be with you.Β
βYouβre so pretty, David.β
When you lean down to kiss him, he sighs into your mouth. He lets you lead, but the rest of him gets greedy. One of his arms snakes around your back, holding you to him, locking your hips snug against his. The metal of his bracelet cools your burning skin through the thin fabric of your dress. He lets you slide his coat off his shoulders. Even one less layer of armor on him makes it easier to breathe.Β
His hand slides up to rest on your throat. You let your head fall back and breathe out a moan. His mouth attacks your collarbones, kisses morphing into languid licks and drags of teeth against delicate skin. His grip on your neck is firm, commanding. Possessive. At some point his hand travels to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and he begins manipulating the angle of your head that way. His lips travel down to your exposed shoulders, across your chest, skating over the top most part of your sternum.
βDavidβ¦β
He looks up at you and his eyes flash amber. He hears the way your heart jumps and thinks for a second he mightβve scared you, but then your hips rock down against his and he groans. A sinful smile graces your lips.Β
βFuckinβ terror,β he mumbles, though you can feel him grinning where his face rests against your chest.Β
You giggle, a little maniacally, and then Davidβs picking you up off his lap and carrying you to one of the lesser-worn mattresses they brought home at some point or another. His hands slip under your long dress and drag all the way up your legsβcalves, knees, thighs. He touches you like youβre the only thing he was ever meant to touch. Like heβs leaving prints behind.Β
He stops when heβs just below your panties, palms staying below the bunched fabric. He kisses you once, hard, stealing the breath from your lungs. He bites your bottom lip, drawing the smallest bit of blood. The moment his hands leave your body, you sit up and open your eyes.
He extinguished all the light.Β
βDavid,β you shout, βif you scare me, Iβll beat your ass! The second I get all these vampire powers and shit, you wonβtββΒ
David has whooshed by and snatched you up, thrown you over his shoulder. Thereβs no better way to describe it. He takes you up to the top of the cave, laughing at your mix of shrieking and giggling.Β
βWhat was it you were saying?β he challenges, voice carrying over wind.Β
Youβre hovering above the ocean now, right where sand meets salty water. He holds you to his chest and despite the way your heart is pounding, you know he wonβt drop you. You try to catch your breath, a dazed look on your face.
βThatβs what I thought.β
βAre you taking advantage of my weak, human nature before I turn and inevitably become more powerful than you?β
βYes,β David responds. His features shift and heβs showing you the other side of himself. You still think heβs just as beautiful. When you smile at him, his eyes sink back to blue, but his fangs stay long enough to drag over the skin of your neck. You kiss him, pressing your overwhelming infatuation into his lips. It feels like your mouths were made for each other. Your entire bodies do.Β
He hooks one of your legs over his hip and gets you both a little higher in the sky. Youβre quiet when he turns so that you face the boardwalk, hovering far above the lights bright and flickering, thumping music.Β
You watch people move in waves, dancing, pushing into stores, fighting for a parking spot. You can see so much of Santa Carla from here. Probably more than you ever wouldβve seen.Β
βThis,β David says, βis all ours. Whatever you want, you can have. Iβll make sure of it.β
You glance up at him. βI know. But I donβt want for much.β
The corner of his lips tick up. βNo? Just my eternal devotion?β
βThatβs a given. Now, take me home, gorgeous.β
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note: none of the gifs or images i use are mine! i get most of my images from pinterest or here, and gifs from about the same. please let me know if i ever donβt credit someone properly!
This is literally the first time Iβve ever written something. I am not an author in any way but was possessed by the spirit of 80βs vampires and hairspray to make this
CW: descriptions of death, dying, blood, flesh injuries, flirting, cuddling, poly lost boys, probably ooc, gender neutral reader, not proof read, probably some grammar/spelling mistakes, the ramblings of a crazy person
- You live a pretty average life. You like to read, maybe meet some new people, and even try out different hobbies from time to time
- What makes you a bit more special than the other people around youβ¦
- Is that youβre immortal
- Youβve been around for some time now, and thereβs only so much to see sticking to one place forever
- So you turn to live your life on the road the minute people learn how to get four wheels rolling
- Traveling the world, seeing the sights, and seeking thrills
- Your lifeβs pretty nice youβd say, roaming place to place
- Thatβs how you find yourself driving your comfortable camper van for one, into the outskirts of the murder capital of the world
- Your trips have been nice to you, the lack of a biological deadline making you a bit reckless in your pursuit for new and exciting things
- So you donβt pay much mind to the sea of missing persons posters across the city as you park
- More curious to see what Santa Carla has to offer then what itβs taken
- One night, after letting yourself settle in after the long drive
- You hit the beach to scope out some tunes and free booze
- You find yourself chilling with some random drunk surfers, too far gone to notice you join the party, and snag a few drinks
- Youβre a bit tipsy, enjoying the night, when suddenly shadows descend onto the group and start taking out party goers left and right
- Youβre able to make out four figures, boys dressed in striking punk attire with blazing yellow eyes and contorted faces cutting down partygoers one by one
- Not necessarily scared but more shocked and a bit disappointed the partyβs over, you try to slink away from the massacre
- Spare drink in hand of course, youβre not leaving empty handed
- You donβt have time to react when suddenly one of them scurries up infornt of you blocking your escape
- The one with crazy blond hair, a mesh black shirt, and white pants pounce and throws you to the ground
- You can only mutter a βoh dangβ before you feel teeth in your neck and everything fades to black
- A few hours later you wake up covered in ash, sand, and stray drops of blood
- The boy who grabbed you, probably a bit intoxicated from more then the rush of blood, doesnβt quite burn your body properly
- Lucky you!
- Your clothes are sort of burned away but hey thereβs something there
- You look up to see the night sky and stars still twinkling above you, helping you estimate your little βnapβ has only been about a few hours long
- Dang, vampires
- Luckily the healed burns and loss of blood have only left a small headache behind for you to deal with
- Unlucky you now know thereβs vampires in the area, that puts a harsh damp on your plans
- You really wanted to check out all Santa Carla could offer, not get drained like a juice box by some blood suckers
- Vampires are territorial, theyβd probably not be so happy with you snooping around their turf
- Grabbing some spare clothes from another bonfire on the beach, you make your way back to the parking lot
- Ok β¦ so whatβs the plan then?
- Not having the best self preservation skills, you decide youβll just lay low but stick around the coast to explore like you originally planned
- β¦ You make it a few nights
- You ride the rides, eat crappy boardwalk food, and visit the plethora of trinket shops along the pier before you kind of get caught
- Youβre munching on some greasy fair food, looking over the menu of a random ice cream stand when you sense someone watching you
- You donβt have much time to question who, when two blonds saddle up to either side of you
- A boy with a curly blond mullet and the visage of a Roman statue, leans too close into your personal space with a lazy smile; His soft brown eyes catching yours
- He wears one of the most decorated jackets youβve seen in a long time, with a white crop top underneath and dirt washed jean chaps
- He introduces himself as Marko, then points to his friend across from him
- You look over and uh oh, recognize the wild blond hair of the boy from the beach
- Heβs a bit taller then Marko, now in better lighting you can clearly see how his hair sticks in all sorts of directions
- He wears the same black mesh shirt (leaving not much to imagination), long black coat, and tight white pants weathered away by what looks like years of rolling in the sand
- He winks and makes a show of dragging his eyes along your body
- His blue irises obviously drinking you in as he mumbles out a sultry βPaulβ with a kiss to your free hand to introduce himself
- A fragrant mix of the sea breeze and something metallic cling to their clothes, a detail that wouldnβt put you off if you didnβt already know what they were
- They jump right into shamelessly flirting with you, obviously trying to pick up a date (or meal) because youβre alone
- And youβre cute
- The whole time the two corner you, Paul has this mix of flirtatious and confusion on his face
- Like he canβt help but think he recognizes you from somewhere
- But it seems he just canβt quite remember exactly why your face is familiar
- This leads to an awkward mix of Marko passing sly compliments at you with Paul following up with random questions trying to figure you out
- Knowing how dangerous they are, you obviously get the hell out of doge
- Making up some half assed excuse, you quickly slip away into the night before either can get a word in
- Markoβs anger towards a confused Paul fumbling, weirdly helping you make your escape
- You catch a glimpse of the shorter vampire socking his friend in the arm and mumbling something about flirting rather than playing 20 questions
- Youβre sort of successful, youβre able to blend into the crowd and loose the two blonds β¦ but not the brunette you bump into while taking a quick shortcut back to the parking lot
- Heβs a bit taller then the other two, long dark hair flowing to his shoulders and a stoic expression across his face as his dark eyes pierce into yours
- He wears a worn leather jacket with the image of a jaguar tearing into his right sleeve, ripped black jeans, and noticeably no shirt
- You donβt recognize him as one of the creatures from the beach until itβs too late
- Only realizing as he makes quick work of ripping your throat out for a quick drink
- And then like a total asshole, takes the rest of your food once your bodyβs stuffed in the trash!
- Coughing as you wake, voice a bit horse from stitching your throat back together, you drag yourself out of the dumpster youβd been dropped in
- This time you at least wake with all youβre clothes
- A bit stained but at least not burned away like before
- With death number two in the books, you stumble back to the van to sleep through the approaching day
- Santa Carlaβs proving to be a bit rough
- Itβs definitely not a good idea to step foot on the boardwalk now, half of the group has technically killed you and probably know what you look likeβ¦
- But you havenβt even gotten to see all of the city!
- β¦
- Fuck it, youβve dealt with other creatures before, and frankly youβve lived long enough for time to erode at any self preservation skills you used to have
- This leads you to gonexplore the far end of the pier you failed to see after getting drained by tall dark and handsome
- The shops on this side of the boardwalk are filled with fortune tellers and all sorts of jewelry
- Giving an almost artistic atmosphere to the shopping in this section of Santa Carla
- Most of the night is actually successful, you pick up a few trinkets you like and float from stand to stand, never catching a glimpse of the vampires from the beach
- But fate seems keen on letting you enjoy the night, then walking you right into your demise
- Itβs near the end of the night, youβre looking through some old record boxes in some shop, when you sense someone looking at you, again
- This time, you lift your gaze to look around and lock eyes with someone across the store with a familiar mop of hair
- Paul stares back at you, the confusion on his face quickly morphs into recognition and he starts to make his way over
- Shit, you were so close to getting a normal night out!
- Paul weaves through the other shoppers, rudely pushing them aside as he chases after you
- A faint βHey waitβ βyou, stop, shit move!β Being heard shouted out through the chatter of other people behind you
- You catch a glimpse of a confused Marko and the brunette from the alley trailing behind him, curious why their friend is suddenly beelining away from them
- Great, so youβre dealing with three instead of just one
- You quickly make it to the front of the store and out into the flood of people, hopeful youβll be able to give them the slip
- Third times the charm they say
- β¦
- It turns out what they say is bullshit because you only make it a few feet away when someone suddenly grabs you, halting your escape
- βWell what do we have here?β βRunning away little dove?β
- Shit, you forgot there was four of them
- You look up at the last vampire standing before you, icy blue eyes stare back unblinking, sending a shiver up your spine
- He wears all black. A long thick coat hangs over his shoulders with a black undershirt and dark pants
- Bizarre in the Santa Carla heat
- You can feel heβs wearing gloves, the leather cool against your arm and creaking slightly as he tightens his grip
- His hair is a spiked bleach blond, the darker stubble on his jaw giving away his natural color
- A wicked smile spreads across his face as the rest of the pack catches up to group around you
- Dang, tonightβs gonna be long
- The boy in front of you brings his face closer to yours too whisper out a βkeep quiet kitten, or elseβ as the they drag you back to the beach
- You get the sense theyβve talked about your repeating appearances with each other
- Mostly because Paul immediately bombards you with questions
- Things like βhow the hell did you come back?β βAre there more of you?β βYou have magical duplicating powers?!β βAre you a triplet and we killed the other two siblings?β
- That one breaks the tension a bit and makes you chuckle
- Youβre more used to people summing up your existence to witchcraft or some godly force, his conclusions are a nice change
- While the blond rambles on, the others seem to be observing you in their own way
- The tall brunette, Dwayne you learn his name is, reserves himself to quietly staring at you after introductions
- His eyes flickering between your face and throat as if trying to see any proof of him ripping it out
- Marko, as you remember from when the blonds cornered you, looks like you just told him the moons made of cheese and the sea, red wine to pair
- Heβs absolutely lost on how youβre here and keeps scoffing both at Paulβs questions and your giggles that follow
- The fourth and from what you can gather, the de facto leader of the group, seems content to just silently bore a hole into the side of your head
- Eventually he raises a hand to cut of Paulβs questioning, and turns your face towards him
- βNow kitten, how about you tell us exactly how you survived our previous encountersβ
- His tone is demanding but also demeaning, youβre not getting out of this without having to spill your guts
- Hopefully not literally
- After a quick but insightful explanation of your immortality and the fact that, yes, you can not die and yes, you remember things even after youβve βresetβ, the groups curiosity seems satiated
- For now
- Theyβre all quick to rope you into a night of fun, claiming they never meet anyone interesting enough to stick around, so you have to hang out
- David, as he introduces himself once youβve agree to tag along with the group, wraps an arm around your shoulder to steer you back towards the boardwalk
- Something sinister in his eyes as he states that tonight will be one to remember
- Surprisingly you do have some fun, the boys know their way around the boardwalk and your goal to explore Santa Carla is well met
- Paul drags you into every music store he sees
- You feel him stand a bit closer then necessary brush his hands against your fingers every time he hands you something
- He seems to enjoy questioning the artists you know and then throwing in a flirty comment for good measure
- Marko steals you away after a while to bring you to the more local stops
- Crafty βhole in the wallβ spots hidden away with anything for anyone
- Heβs less talkative but the minute you show interest in the patches across his coat, you see him warm up a little
- Smiling as you hold up patches against the jacket to see where theyβd fit best
- Later Dwayne hands you a basket of fries with a ridiculous amount of melted cheese covering the top
- βFor the food I tookβ
- His apology fries are quickly accepted and appreciated as you chow down on the peace offering
- Dwayne surprisingly questions you about what literature and books you know from your past
- Conversation easily flowing between you two as you both discover a shared interest in dark fables
- Lastly, but not least, the night ends with them inviting you to Hudsonβs Bluff to show off βwhere they hang aroundβ as Paul states
- And of course you go, duh, no self preservation skills remember?
- You end up riding on the back of Davidβs bike
- The platinum blonde not letting you get a word in before he pushes you towards were he parked
- The ride there is anything but safe. You can barely take in your surroundings at the speed they ride, their laughter and cheers almost as loud as the roar of the bikes
- With a quick and very dangerous bike ride later, the group pulls up to the secluded cliff side
- Their place is actually one of the cooler spots youβve seen, and youβve seen a lot so youβre mildly impressed
- They each saunter off to their own corner but you can feel them watching as you explore
- The decorations and old keepsakes they have laid about catch your eye as you wonder the space
- A soft orange light dancing across everything from the fires and candles they have laid out
- Your so caught up in the spectacle of the place that you momentarily forget that this is technically the den of four very dangerous supernatural creatures
- Luckily, ha, youβre quickly reminded of this fact by David appearing in front of you and snapping your neck
- Yep, one moment itβs whimsical dark fantasy 80βs vampire cave, the next, darkness
- You wake up with a very stiff neck to no surprise
- The ceiling of the cave the first thing that comes into focus and then the blurry face of Marko leaning over you
- βHoly shit your really canβt dieβ he pokes your face with a look of both amusement and amazement
- βNo shit Sherlockβ you bat his hand away from your face, groaning as you move after most likely laying motionless for far too long
- Seeing you heal and wake up after David snapped your neck like a brittle tree branch seems to warm Marko up to you more
- Heβs easily chatting away now, rambling on about how David gave you three nights to come back but itβs only been two so youβre good
- How generousβ¦
- Speaking of David, you see him and the remaining two other vampires appear to join you both, clearly interested now that youβre awake
- Proving to the boys that you in fact were not lying about your condition seems to dissolve the last of their hesitation towards you
- This includes dissolving any sense of personal space they maintained before, little as it may have been
- Paul lounges across your lap, Marko squeezed himself next to you pushing you further into the cushions, Dwayne plays with the ends of your hair as he leans against the back of the couch
- All while David observes from his own perch of a rusted wheelchair
- Paul jumps right into asking you the wildest ways youβve βdiedβ, now with Marko chiming in
- Dwayne is silent but once again looking over your form, most likely searching for visual signs of the injury or how it healed
- David wants to know the extent of what you can recover from, a sick glint in his eye as he asks
- You easily answer them with a shrug. This is how you are and always have been, and always will be
- You tell them you plan to stick around Santa Carla until something else comes up and they offer their services to escort you personally around the city
- βFor safety or courseβ David tells you with a smirk
- βWouldnβt want you getting hurtβ Marko adds as the group snickers, you only roll your eyes and agree
- So in the spirit of spontaneity, and a little curiosity, a unique friendship is made
- It turns out when theyβre not killing you, theyβre actually good company
- They donβt have to worry about hiding who they are, and you get to hang with others who can relate to being around a long time
- You all get to be yourselves together and itβs endless entertainment with them around
- Before you know it, theyβve wormed their way into your life and dragged you into their mischief
- Now not as wasted as he was when he first killed you on the beach, Paul likes to take sips from you every once in a while
- A cuter cuddly side of the vampire shining through every time he wraps his arms around you to shove his face into your neck
- He claims something about your blood tastes better then the βnormies on the boardwalkβ as he states
- Marko also likes to wrap you up in his arms, but unlike Paul heβs simply biting your neck like a personal stress toy instead of actually drinking
- The two of them are the usual suspects for dragging you along to terrify the locals and abuse your power
- You once traumatized a group of teens who had been harassing some of the girls along the beach, by lighting your arms on fire and chasing them down screaming
- Paul and Marko were doubled over laughing the rest of the night
- The healing time sucked, but you got some couch cuddles as payment so it was worth it
- Dwayne still sticks to being quiet around you, but you quickly discover that itβs just his nature
- He prefers to have you read with him, sat on his lap holding a book as he rests his head on your shoulder
- Letting your voice sooth the headache the terror twins may have given him, or just end the night on a calm note
- For the both of you itβs a nice break from the high energy the rest of the group carries
- David is both more distant and a major asshole the more you hang around him
- Heβs constantly teasing you and seeing what he can get away with
- Pushing your buttons until youβre fuming, mind tricks to mess with your food, and even randomly stabbing small object into you with no explanation
- Heβs really living up to the manipulate, mansplain, male wife lifestyle
- You figure heβs putting you through some sort of test to make sure you donβt snap and skewer them in the back while they sleep
- You notice that after he sees nothing changes with you after the extreme hazing, his attitude takes a different turn from annoying to annoyingly possessive
- The disposition you see him have for the other boys now seems to include you
- Itβs typical to see you with them on late night bike rides, harassing the locals, or just sitting on a sand dune to watch and wait for them to feed
- Youβre now glued to their sides, claimed almost as one of them despite the lack of any blood lust or pointy white fangs
- Standing by the bikes after a hunt, with Davidβs arm snaked around your waist as the group bickers about something stupid
- You realize youβre royally fucked
- Because when did your plan to just pop into Santa Carl and explore turn into sticking around the blood sucking Brady Bunch?
- Well, what the hell
- Itβs been forever, literally, since youβve found people that really get you
- So why not stick around and enjoy what youβve found?
- They let you park your camper van somewhere near the cliffs off the path in the woods
- Not much use for it as they insist you start sleeping tucked away in some cushioned alcove of the cave
- You spend a lot of time cozied up in there, shooting the shit with them to pass the time after theyβve all tired themselves out for the night
- This is were you really get to know them
- They tell you stories about becoming vampires and you tell them about your travels
- They ask about if you need things like food and sleep, which yes you do, and you ask about if they need to hunt every night, they donβt but they like too sometimes
- They can fly, which later they show you this by Paul scooping you up into his arms to jump off a cliff
- He makes sure to use the occasion as an excuse to openly feel you up, smirking when you catch him and claiming that heβs βjust making sure he donβt drop his precious cargoβ
- Youβve known about their mental abilities thanks to David fucking with your food countless times to get a rise out of you
- But that doesnβt stop them from giving you a demonstration by tricking a group of tourists into thinking the pierβs ice cream stands top their desserts with spiders instead of sprinkles
- They appreciate that you can go out into the day for them if needed, doing anything they canβt usually get done
- Itβs almost domestic
- Minus the occasional blood bath on the beech and murders they commit
- But hey, you donβt judge, your sense of humanity has long faded
- You donβt realize just how special you are to them, as they are to you, until a couple of months of sticking to the group have gone by
- The four are touchy, with you and with each other
- All of them consistently leave a healthy amount of marks along your neck and other more hidden places across your body
- You find yourself soon roped into frequent make out sessions and wandering hands
- Thatβs why when David pulls you aside to the secluded part of the beach one night, looking to have a little βalone timeβ with you while the boys are out to hunt
- You happily follow
- Heβs got his face shoved into the crook of your neck, teasing your pulse point with the end of his fangs
- His hands hold your hips where you can feel his thumbs brush under the hem of your shirt occasionally
- You have your hands loop over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, chucking as the vampire breaths you in
- βYour so easy angel, just need the promise of a little bite and youβll foldβ David purrs
- βSays the one who dragged me out here the minute we were alone, you practically kick the guys off their bikes once they parkedβ
- You can feel David smirk agains your neck, smug that he got this time with you alone
- Davidβs body against yours and the haze of teasing between the two of you makes you sluggish, blood rushing and mind fuzzy
- You donβt realize heβs pulled away until you look to see him staring out over your shoulder at the brush behind you
- A blank expression plastered across his face
- The mood changes instantly, Davidβs lip twitches and you turn in his grip just in time to see the moonlight reflecting off something metallic in the brush a few yards away
- Youβve encountered hunters before, theyβve changed over time but always seemed to carry the same damp energy around them
- Being immortal has kept you under the metaphorical radar for some time
- The majority of hunters preferring to hunt more dangerous unnatural beings
- But in this moment you realize, they probably donβt care what you are
- Because right now, youβre prey
- You donβt need time to fully register the crossbow raised at you two, or the sound of the trigger being squeezed by the man at the front of the group
- You just act
- Quickly you push David back, not strong enough to move him entirely but enough to nudge him out of harms way
- He stumbles a bit in the sand, now snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in while staring down the attackers
- He turns, and watches helplessly as a large wooden steak hits you right in the chest
- A almost perfect shot, one ment to take down a vampire
- Itβs flown into your back, grazed your heart, and is poking right out of your skin like the nastiest piercing
- Youβre almost impressed
- You stagger back a little, grabbing onto Davidβs arm for balance
- You donβt even think of the injury, looking at him with concern across your face
- βDavid duck! Get cover-shit, something-just move!β you shout as you hear rustling from the brush behind you
- He doesnβt answer you, eyes following the trail of blood starting to soak into your clothes from the wound
- You blink and suddenly, heβs gone
- The sounds of shouting and the crunch of bone and wood ring out into the night
- You heave, holding your hands over were the steak pierces through your flesh to try and give you time
- But the wound can be held closed for only so long
- You feel your breathing stutter, the trickle of blood growing into a steady stream now
- But
- You donβt want to go before you know Davids safe
- Your eyes strain in the darkness, the moonlight not helping that much as you try and catch a glimpse of David or any of the hunters
- Blood has started to drip from your nose and mouth, little puddles forming beneath you in the sand as your vision swims
- Standing has become difficultβ¦
- You canβt tell if the growing silence is from the lack of shouting, or the slow ringing in your ears muffling the noise around you
- After what feels like ages, you see David emerge from the brush
- Well, you see the blurry shape of David as your senses have started to shut down
- βDavidβ you mutter out, your breath labored as you struggle to breath through the pain
- Heβs covered in blood, the crimson liquid barely visible on his dark clothing
- You can feel it on your hands as you reach out to grasp his coat, collapsing into him
- His own arms wrapping around you to lower you to the sand
- βT-that hggwas qui-quickβ you choke out, trying to lift the mood and dissolve the scowl on his face
- A growl leaves David as he grasps one of your hands, βshut up, focus on healing yourselfβ
- He barks out his order as if your body can hear his demand for you to get better
- You chuckle or more choke on the blood in your throat and reach out to brush your thumb over his check
- βGi-ive me a fee-few d-days, ok?β He snarls but you donβt flinch, only smile
- βIβll b-be-e β¦ back-kβ¦ssβ¦soonβ¦β
- Davidβs face and the night sky bleeding together as you sink into the cool familiar darkness
- You groan as you slowly start to wake, your body warm and weighed down by something
- Blinking back the grogginess and looking around, you recognize the piles of blankets and fabrics that make up your small room in the cave
- A beat of silence goes by, then suddenly a very excited Paul is in front of you taking up your space
- Heβs straddled you and is buzzing with excitement, practically pressing you back down into the cushions
- βYouβre back!β βYou took forever! Like, ever ever!β He shouts out
- You donβt have time to process anything heβs saying as he babbles something about missing you and promptly pushes his face into your neck
- You realize the others are also around you too as you adjust your eyes
- Dwayne brushes his hands through your hair as Marko grabs your right hand and brings it up to cup his face
- Both vampires wear expressions that flicker between pure joy and concern
- Dwayne rumbles out a low βWelcome backβ as Marko mutters something into the palm of your hand too faint for you to make out
- You eyes find David, heβs stood at the entrance of the space with an unreadable expression
- Body still and staring into your eyes
- It only takes a soft croaked attempt at his name for him to kneel down by your side
- The boys each seek your comfort, touching you and talking to you about missing you while you were βgoneβ
- Itβs apparently been three days since the attack and according to Paul, complete torture in your absence
- You chuckle a bit at his dramatics, telling him that three days shouldnβt mean much to a vampire, but youβre flattered anyways
- Marko frowns at your words βwe did miss you dove, it was agony to watch your body lay motionless for so longβ
- A blush creeps up your face, only made worse as all four of them press closer
- You laugh nervously, reminding them that technically 3/4ths of the group been behind a death of yours
- The others growl at the remark but Marko simply turns your palm to kiss it
- Youβre sentenced to a full night of cuddles and evenly distributed kisses amongst them all as payment for scaring them
- For the next week they do not let you out of the room, turning the pillows and blankets into a sort of pseudo nest
- Youβre brought food, books, music, entertainment, cuddles, anything you could want to keep you occupied
- Itβs really only the tide pool, which Paul and Marko offer to personally stand guard if you want
- Or the common space they let you roam around in, not letting you even get close to the exit of the cave
- You never could have guessed how strong vampire instincts were, whoβd have known
- Their dotting is cute but you eventually snap them back into their usual routine and remind them that, although the pampering is nice and appreciatedβ
- Your immortal, canβt die, so caging you up is only gonna piss you off in the long run
- βThe Steakeningβ as youβre calling it, really opens your eyes to their love for you
- They all orbit around each others presence, but now you see how they include you in that orbit as well
- A hand is always in yours or on you in some way
- They turn at your voice, lean in when you laugh, and mirror your smile like they canβt help but do so
- Itβs dizzying at times, how tightly youβre woven together
- But, youβd honestly have it no other way
- And as you lounge on the boardwalk, a hand over your hip and another on your shoulder
- The four of them flashing their wicked smiles and brushing kisses against you throughout the night
- You realize Santa Carla really did have more to offer then to take
can you do some lost boys x f!reader but its smut with lots of blood and biting kinks and overstimulationβ¦.. im sorry if this is too crazy queen πππ
Bite Me
Notes: My first ask AHHHHπππ₯°π. I'm gonna try to do this as best I can. Not sure if you wanted poly or a specific lost boy, I went with poly because I love poly!lost boysπ₯°.
The night is cold. A chill breeze runs through the autumn air. But as you lay in your shared nest, the warm body pining yours down prevents any breeze from touching you. A growing warmth flutters in your stomach as Dwaynes lips hungerly move against your own. His hand grips the back of your neck, tangling in the roots of your hair. He tilts his head to deepen your kiss, trying his best to devour you whole.
"You're hogging her," you hear Paul pout from your left. "Let me get a taste, big guy." You could hear the smirk on his face as the teasing nickname left his mouth. You feel the possessive growl rumble in Dwaynes throat, almost too needy to abandon you. The air you had been holding in escapes you as Dwayne reluctantly parts from your mouth, leaning back to press his forehead against yours. He gazes at you, eyes full of love and need, leaving one last kiss to your lips before releasing you from his hold.
You see Paul to your left, body vibrating with hunger. You sit up, pulling him toward you with a hand to the back of his neck. He lets out a breathless shudder as you gently scrape your nails at his scalp. "Fuck baby, need your pussy on my face so badly." His hands grope at your sides, tugging at your clothes. "Oh yeah, you hungry for me, Paulie?" You pull him to you before slowly licking a line up his jawline. He lets out a high-pitched shudder, melting in your hands "Fuck, you don't know what your doing to me baby."
"Yes she does," you feel Markos warmth from behind as he grips your hips, pulling you to his chest. He tilts his head to face you, gripping your chin to force your eyes to his. "Our girl loves to tease our poor, sweet Paulie, isn't that right?" His voice drips with sweet devilish charm as the words slip from his mouth. You can feel the wetness drip from you as his blood thirsty gaze pins you down. "Maybe you need a reminder of where you sit on the food chain."
"I think you're right Marko," David sits just off to the right of you and your other mates. Gazing at you with that mysterious hunger in his eyes. Taking a long puff from his last cigarette of the night. "Our little doll's been to brave as of lately. She needs a reminder of who's in charge." David sits up from his throne, walking toward you with a stride full of eased confidence. He stands before you, with you kneeled at his feet. He cups your jaw, the cold leather a sharp contrast to the heat overflowing your skin. "What do you say, sweetheart?" The redundant question spills from his lips with that condescending tone that makes your stomach twist in the best way. You smirk as you make the risky decision to match his energy. "Bite me."
You see that familiar yellow deepen his eyes as he quickly changes his hold on you. Tightly gripping your throat as he jurks you to the side before sinking his teeth deep into your neck. The feeling of his teeth in your neck brings immense pleasure and pain. A lightning bolt of euphoria shoots through you as your mate claims you, forcing you into submission. He growls against your skin, holding you down to suck at your wound. You feel fresh wetness flow from you as you clench around nothing.
David parts from your wound, he takes in a sharp breath of air as he licks the blood from his lips. The two blonds kneeled beside you don't hesitate to take his place. They both hungerly lap at your wound, bumping noses and joining tongues. David leans down, sticking his hand under the short skirt of your nightgown. Slowly dragging his sharp nails up your inner thigh before brushing his knuckles against the wet patch on your panties. "Why don't you boys ravage our doll. Sence she's so... desperate for it."
As David returns to his throne, you look around to see three hungry vampires ready to pounce. Marko moves to your front, ripping open your nightgown. Gripping your hips and yanking you towards him. He wastes no time ravaging your breasts. Sucking and biting so harshly, you know it will leave marks for weeks. Dwayne takes his place behind you, pulling you to sit in his lap. He gently removes the remaining scraps of your nightgown and soaked through panties. Spreading your legs open with his wide, rough hands. He leans in, pressing his nose to the side of your head. "You smell so good love." His hand drifts up your thigh to your clit, gently exposing your wet cunt to the night air.
Paul stops lapping at your bite, smelling you in the air. He nuges Marko out of the way, taking his rightful place between your legs. His face hovers above your cunt, taking a long inhale. "Baby, your pussy smells so sweet, like candy." You look down to see his pupils blown wide, a dopey grin on his face, pussy drunk already. Dwayne spreads you open even more. You can feel yourself dripping on the bedsheets below you. "She's so wet Paul, why don't you make her feel good?" Paul wastes no time diving in to lick at your folds. Expertly sucking at your clit, pulling desperate whines out of you.
His skilled tongue switches between roughly licking and harshly sucking your clit. Moans escape you without warning, you wither in your mates hold. Dwayne cups your jaw, tilting your head back. Leaning into the unbiten side of your neck, he whispers, "Does that feel good, love?" You find yourself barely able to spit out a short yes as the pleasure consumes you. Dwaynes lips gently suck on the side of your throat before letting out a deep, rumbling, growl as he sinks his teeth into your neck. Blood drips down between your breasts, down your stomach, to your exposed cunt. Blood mixing with the slick of your folds, Paul hungerly devours you. The change in pace causes a sharp scream to break from you. Marko smears your blood over your breasts, meanly pinching and sucking on your nipples. You feel that coil in your stomach tighten, your high quickly approaching.
Dwaynes fingers move down to your neglected hole. Pushing his thick fingers inside you, expertly hitting that soft spot that makes you see stars. The feeling of three sets of hands working in tandem pushes you over the edge. Your mouth forms an O shape as a silent scream leaves you. Your eyes squeeze shut, a flash of white as you gush over Paul's face. Your body quivering as Paul and Dwayne continue to work you through your orgasam. You hear the sloppy, wet sounds of Dwaynes thrusts as you clench and soak his fingers. Eventually pulling his fingers from you when it becomes too much. Paul continues sucking at your clit, the rough texture of his tongue becoming borderline painful. "Oh, Paul w-wait, Ah." You weakly grip at his hair, attempting to pull him off of you. Marko stops you, grabbing your wrists and pinning you down. "Oh no baby, since you want it so badly, you're gonna get it, all night."
πΎπππππππ. Reader falls asleep on them
π»πππππππ. The lost boys, star, Micheal xg.n. Reader {seperate}
π¬.πΉ. Might write a oneshot abt this {was thinking Dwayne}
πΈππππππ has a little brother so he knows what itβs like to have someone fall asleep one him. Heβs very chill about it. Yeah heβll tease you but it mostly just him cradling you as you sleep.
π―ππππ lets you lay there. He donβt do any grand hugs or kisses like that. All he has is a hand on the small of your back and your head. But if you start drooling because he's pushing you off, he doesn't care if itβs your bed.
π―πππππ is often accompanied by laddie so there fo heβs gotten used to th boy falling asleep on him. The same thing applies on how he works with laddie when the little boy falls asleep. Dwayne normally will wrap you up in his jacket or blanket and carry you off to your bed or tuck you in under your bed covers.
π»πππ doesnβt bother you. Paul is a chill guy, he craves attention and physical touch so having you on top of him sleeping is like a dream come true. Heβd talk about some nonsense while you're nocked out. Heβd definitely caress your face or back gently, itβs an absent minded practice he has with everyone.
πΈππππ doodles on you. He always has a marker or pen on him though he respects you enough to not do it upon your face. I think heβd try to copy his jacket pattern onto your own arms and such.
πΎπππ watches over laddie a lot and consequently he tends to fall asleep on her. When you do the same sheβll probably wrap a blanket around the two of you as she continues to watch the tv. Sheβd comment on whatβs happening regardless if your awake or not.
aaa i love my boys sm <3 def poly!pack innuendo here but can also be separate!! gn!reader as well!
David
I think David is a little tricky when it comes to love languages.. He's definitely a bit of a feline; it takes a while for the guy to outrightly love you anyways. He's not necessarily skittish, it's just hard to earn his trust.
David definitely leans towards acts of service. He dislikes asking for help, so when you're able to sense what's wrong without him talking is when he knows you're the one.
He's willing to compromise and lean to your love language as well.
David's personal favorites when it comes to reciprocating are words of affirmation and paying back the service fee <3
Sometimes, David will be in the mood for physical affection, but it's not 24/7. This man is only a cuddle bug on certain occasions.
Dwayne
Dwayne is just an absolute sweetheart.
He might seem brooding due to his quiet nature at first, but he's definitely the most physical of the pack aside from Marko.
Dwayne's personal love language is a mix of physical touch and quality time.
His favorite way to spend his nights when not with the pack are definitely just having a small, intimate date night; whether its watching movies, baking/cooking something, playing board games... It doesn't matter to Dwayne. He's most content with whatever, as long as you're spending time together.
Paul
Paul is definitely the most vocal about his emotions out of the pack.
He's the first to say 'I love you'
Paul's love language is a mix of words of affirmation but also gift giving.
He loves spoiling you. Those shitty carnival boardwalk games? He'll play them for hours on end just to get you that dumb oversized teddy bear that he noticed you were eying earlier. He's always picking up your favorite snacks or sweets <3
There's not a single day where 'I love you' isn't said. This man will go crazy if you don't say it back as well btw be warned
Paul can get a little obnoxious with how often he's mumbling how much he loves you. But it's the good kind of annoyance. It's a nuisance that you miss dearly whenever he's gone.
Marko
Easily the wildest of the pack but still loving and fun in his own way!
I like to think that Marko's love language is physical touch. Hands down. This man's PDA game is insane.
Standing together? Gotta be holding hands. Sitting? Hand on your thigh, or reverse. Riding on the back of his motorcycle? Arms around his waist, squeezing extra tight for the cool tricks he does. Expect kisses on the neck or behind your ear whenever ya'll walk together on the boardwalk too <3
Marko just can't get enough of you. Expect some frisky touching too. He's gonna grab your ass at least once a night (if you're comfortable).
He's actually super good about boundaries though. If you're visibly not okay with him being touchy, he respects it, and talks to you to work around his love language and learn how to respect your own as well :)
featuring ..... fem!reader, reader is max's adopted daughter, poly!lost boys but kind of david centric, absolutely canon divergent thank you goodbye, i wrote this at 5 am so i have no idea if its actually good
α― max's daughter comes back. wc: 2k
ββ FAMILY DINNER. two words that, no matter how many times they heard it, caused a loud chorus of groans.
after the "incident," as they all referred to it, it had taken a long while for things to cool off, and things were finally back to normal. or, well, as normal as things could be in santa carla.
lucy had agreed to become a vampire. mike and star, too. sammy would wait until he graduated, and laddie would wait until he was older. the frogs.... well, the frogs were supposed to be dead meat, but after much nagging from max, the pack had (very) reluctantly backed down.
the emersons and the pack coexisted in whatever twisted fantasy of a happy family that max held, though they still remained two separate groups. the only thing keeping them tied together was max.
and family dinner.
the invitation was always there β lucy was a gracious host and she loved to cook, but the boys only ever accepted every few weeks and only at the behest of max. at least once a month, the pack would come over to the emerson house, sit down at the table with everyone else, and eat. it was typically some semblance of awkward. there was always tension so thick you could cut it with a knife; between star and david, the pack and sammy and the frogs, max and the pack.
it had gotten better over time. less awkward, less uncomfortable, as everyone settled into their new normal.
tonight was going slightly better. lucy was (trying) to teach paul how to use the oven without starting a fire, sammy and the frogs were challenging dwayne and marko to a game of cards (which the former were losing, badly), star, laddie, and michael were off in the basement watching whatever was on the tv that max had bought, grandpa and max were discussing something in the old man's taxidermy room, and david...
david was sat outside on the porch, brooding. if anyone had called him out on it, he would've disagreed firmly β he did not brood, he was just smoking a cigarette. but he was definitely brooding. he was leaning just beside the doorframe, cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared out at the dark sky. the moon was bright, casting shadows across the drive. something was off. he felt it. he didn't know what it was or what it meant, but all day there'd been a strange nagging feeling in his chest that something was going go happen today.
he puffed out a breath.
lucy popped her head out of the doorway. "food's ready," she said, a sweet smile on her face. she didn't act like the pack's mother, and she didn't want to be, but that was just her nature. she liked them well enough to be kind.
he nodded, tossing the smoke to the ground and putting it out with his boot. "thanks, miss e."
he followed her back inside to the dining table, which was laden with their dinner. he had to admit, as much as he hated family dinners, the food was great. the table was piled with plates β spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, the works. everyone was helping themselves as he took a seat next to marko at the end of the table.
he caught alan's eye, and the younger boy paled slightly. no matter how long had passed, no matter if the pack had backed off, the frogs were still always a little terrified they would renege on their word.
david smirked.
dinner was fine. laddie informed everyone that he had learned how to multiply by twelve. paul was shoveling his food in his mouth like an animal as usual, marko eating in a slightly more civilized manner. sammy complained about gym class. dwayne chatted quietly with michael about motorcycle parts. star and lucy were engaged in their own conversation.
when most everyone had finished up (save for paul, who was going back for thirds), max cleared his throat. everyone turned to look at him. he set his napkin down, folding his hands as he started to speak.
"i figured, with everyone here, it would be a good time to share this." he looked around at the rest of the table.
dwayne glanced at david, who shrugged imperceptibly. he had just as much an idea of what their sire was talking about as the brunette had.
"being a family is important to me," max began. everyone groaned. they'd heard this speech thousands of times before. "and i value each and every one of you."
"we get it, dude, we don't need another speech," paul grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of pasta he was actively chewing on.
sammy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "close your mouth, you pig," he said, frowning at the blonde. paul held up his free hand, middle finger up.
max held up his hand. "michael, sam," he continued. "you know i see you as my sons." he gestured to dwayne, marko, paul, david. "my boys as well."
marko rolled his eyes, but the older man didn't notice.
"however, there is one thing i never mentioned," he said, addressing this more to the emerson half of the group.
they all straightened, suddenly curious. what else could come to light now? were werewolves real too? mermaids?
"you see, while i obviously see you boys as my own, i do have..."
before he could finish, paul's fork clattered to the table. everyone turned to look. his back was straight as a line, his entire body turned towards the doorway leading to the foyer.
"paul...?" lucy said cautiously.
he kept staring at the door. he turned to them after a moment. "do you smell that?"
the rest of the table glanced at each other and shrugged.
"you're imaging things, bro," dwayne said.
paul shook his head vehemently. "no, i'm serious i-"
suddenly marko jolted, his own face turning towards the doorway. "no way." he looked at paul, who made a face like i know, right?!
"no fucking way," he repeated. he turned to dwayne and david. "it can't be-"
dwayne's brows furrowed. he looked to david, arching his brow.
and then david smelled it too.
sweet, warm, like a swirling mix of vanilla and sugar. he hadn't smelled that in a while.
he looked at max, who sighed in defeat. his sire shrugged.
"what are we smelling?" laddie complained. "i can''t smell anything!"
they heard the door open, and before they could even see who it was, paul had launched himself out of his chair, practically flying across the room and almost giving lucy a heart attack in the process.
they heard a squeal, the sound of bags thudding to the ground. "paul!" a girl's voice. "hi!"
michael and sam shared a confused look.
"hi. i missed you so much," came the muffled response from the blonde. "missed you- the cave was so boring without you-"
dwayne shoved the blonde off of the figure. "quit hogging her." paul huffed, moving to the side with an indignant pout. dwayne wrapped his own arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. he pulled away, looking down. "you look good," was all the brunette said.
a shrug. "east coast air."
the rest of the people seated at the table couldn't see much. a swish of fabric, two suitcases on the ground, a pair of clean white sneakers.
a hand carefully moved dwayne to the side, leaving him to join paul, who was so excited he looked like he could've exploded on the spot.
sammy and the frogs gaped as you made your way around the table to marko, who pushed his chair back to wrap his arms around your waist.
you were the single most beautiful girl sammy had seen in his life. his eyes caught on your jewelry, your dress, your face. everything about you was gorgeous. he faintly heard you speaking to marko.
"hi," you said sweetly, looking down at the blonde.
"hey, yourself," he replied, grinning up at you. "long time no see."
you scoffed. "its been four months."
"exactly."
you rolled your eyes, letting go of him with a kiss to his hair.
"why does he get a kiss?!" paul whined from his spot on the wall. dwayne elbowed him.
you turned your gaze to david, who simply offered a small, tightlipped smile, before facing max.
"hi, daddy," you said, stepping forward to wrap your arm around your father.
"hello, sweetheart."
if it was possible, sam's jaw dropped even further. you were smoking hot, and you were max's daughter? what the hell?
edgar leaned in. "is she a vamp?"
alan next. "you idiot, if that's her dad, then duh."
sammy ignored them.
you turned to lucy, a polite smile on your face. "you must be lucy?" you tried.
the woman snapped out of whatever momentary shock she'd been in and offered you a sweet smile, standing so she was at your eyelevel. "yes, i am. how do you do?"
you shook her hand. "it's so nice to meet you, my father has told me a lot about you." you glanced at the table, deciding to address everyone as you introduced yourself.
the next hour was spent by max explaining to lucy and the emersons all about you.
max had taken you in long ago, a few decades after the boys, but you had been the only one of the group who had truly taken to being his child, and that was fine by everyone. you had left santa carla just the week before the emersons had moved, heading to new york to work on some project or another for max.
the pack had all rejoined the table, paul yanking your chair close to his and wrapping an arm around your shoudler as you patiently answered laddie's and the frogs' endless questions about the city and what it was like.
as the night wound down, the pack was ready to leave. dwayne hauled one of your bags to the cave, marko the other, as you said your goodbyes to your newfound family. lucy told you you were welcome for dinner anytime, star offered to go to the mall with you, and sammy was still in awe of your beauty.
paul caught him staring as you knelt down to laddie's level to give him a hug and cuffed the blonde on the back of the head. "don't even think about it," he warned. "she's taken."
sammy swatted his hand away with a huff. "by who?" he demanded. paul winked and stepped off the porch.
"later, miss e! thanks for the food!"
lucy laughed, waving at the blonde as he revved his engine.
he shot you a smile. "see you soon, sexy!" he crowed. as he drove off, you heard a faint whoop.
star, michael, and laddie retreated back into the house. max hugged you.
"you'll be alright in the cave?" he asked. "if you need, you can always stay here or back at-"
"i'll be fine, daddy," you laughed. he smiled proudly at you, kissing your forehead. "nothing i haven't done before."
"alright then. goodnight, darling." he and lucy stepped inside too, leaving only sammy and you on the porch.
you didn't seem to notice the younger boy as you smiled to yourself, brushing your dress off. he straightened his shirt out, steeling himself before taking a step forward, mouth open to speak, but before he could, david emerged from the shadows. sam deflated like a popped balloon.
you beamed at david. the ice cold blonde made his way towards you, hands in his pockets. "david," you said.
wordlessly, he pulled you into a kiss, his cool lips meeting yours as he curled his hand around your waist. with a huff, sam stalked off inside and slammed the door.
you pulled away, looking at the door. david gently turned your face towards his with a gloved finger.
"don't stay away too long next time, yeah?" he said. you grinned, leaning into him.
"what, did you miss me?" you teased.
his lips twitched into a barely-there smile. "something like that."
you laughed, lacing your fingers with his. "lets go. i bet the boys are waiting."
david let you lead him towards his parked bike, looking at you with a fondness he rarely let slip. "they're scrambling around the cave, trying to clean up," he mused as he helped you on before sitting down himself.
"you think?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his middle.
he revved the engine. "i know."
as you sped back home, your face pressed to the cool leather of his jacket and the wind whipping your hair, you smiled. you'd missed your boys.
