Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 10: Free


Several nights passed and the twins were almost glued to the sides of their Sires as they learned what being a NightChild truly meant. Or, at least in Dimitri's tutelage, idiot proof ways to not get yourself killed. While the knowledge was beyond necessary it also meant that the two brothers—usually inseparable—were essentially off limits to each other. Angelo and Dimitri had decided that two weeks apart would be more than enough to avoid their predatory nature from ripping each other to pieces. They would see a mirror image of themselves briefly as they passed in the hallways or on the dancefloor of the club but were never allowed more than that. The twins didn't know about killing each other but the pull to touch one other was stronger than anything else.

At first the other juicers thought it was one single boy with a split personality. One night he'd be dressed in stylish polo shirts and tight jeans while staying by Angelo's side, smiling and kissing and on other nights the strange boy would be in leather pants and a tight sleeveless top either arguing or laughing with Dimitri. It took the residents a few days to realize there were two of them and watched the newest additions to the family with a mixed interest. How did they manage to get double teamed by the Lambrakis cousins, two of the most important and feared Nightchildren in the club? The second question on everyone's lips--keeping in mind who their Sires were--was how long would they last.

(I warned you, didn't I? I fucking warned you!) Dimitri's fist went to hit Zavier and the younger boy just barely missed it only because he was expecting it. It didn't take much to set Dimitri off, but Zavier had the perfect mix of curiosity and recklessness to find it fun.

(I only said it to get to you, Dimitri,) Zavier laughed; admitting his true intention only after upsetting Dimitri with the fake information that he killed someone and "forgot" to dispose of them.

Dimitri wasn't amused. (You stupid fuck. You let someone else hear you say that and there won't be anything for you but True Death, no explanations.)

Zavier rolled his eyes but was smart enough not to argue back and leaned against the wall behind the bar. It had been nine days since his Change and Dimitri made sure to teach Zavier the basics of running the bar. Zavier knew it was for nights where Dimitri would want him to be relief but didn't mind. He saw it as a way to interact, even if briefly, with other juicers and humans. The twin seemed to have a natural knack for it but tonight he found all the smiling and fake flirting boring.

(I'm hungry,) he announced.

Dimitri didn't seem to care and pointed to a customer waving them down. (Help him.)

Zavier sighed and went over to the patron. "What can I get you?"

The man smiled at him. "How about the time you get off?"

Zavier sighed in disgust. "I get you a drink, pal, that's it. Either order or fuck off."

Angered and slightly embarrassed the man wandered off and Zavier went back to Dimitri with a smirk. (He's been helped. I'm going to get something to eat. Can I go do it on my own tonight, Daddy?)

Dimitri's crystal blue eyes flashed with something that was a mix of amusement and lust. Yes, his Kid was a bit annoying at times but it was for that tough attitude and strength that attracted Dimitri. Zavier had a thuggish quality, much of it due to always having to be Desmond's protector, and Dimitri planned to push it to the limits. Shaping Zavier in his own dark image.

(Cover your tracks and come back here before dawn,) Dimitri ordered.

Zavier nodded. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't spend a night away from the Nocturne but was glad for any brief tastes of freedom. He jumped over the bar, scaring a few customers and headed towards the back door.

(Avie!)

Zavier spun around from the soft whispered voice, searching madly for the source. He spotted Desmond hiding by the door in a dark corner, out of sight of the bar and most of the dancefloor. Zavier rushed over and instantly grabbed him, holding him tightly.

(You did what I told you and were able to get away from Angelo for the night?)

Desmond nodded, hugging his twin desperately. (Yeah. I begged him to let me eat on my own as long as I come back right after. We'll have to be careful getting something to eat; other juicers might see us.)

(Not a problem,) Zavier assured. (We'll just pick up the first guy we see and take him down in the playground.)

Desmond frowned. (Playground? Didn't we plan for the hotel?)

Zavier gave his brother a soft kiss on the lips, controlling himself from taking him right there against the wall. (We did but that was before our Sires insisted that we come back before dawn. We can't dump the vic, enjoy ourselves AND make it back here within enough time. I have a plan.)

Desmond snuggled in Zavier's arms. (I missed hearing that,) he sighed.

(I missed you,) Zavier whispered as he inhaled Desmond's scent. (You smell even better than before.)

Desmond tilted his head back, giving himself over to Zavier and moaned as Zavier's hands groped his body possessively. He hissed with excitement as he felt fangs rake across his skin and he whimpered as those sharp points pressed into the flesh but didn't sink in.

(There's no going back after this,) Zavier warned. (They still didn't want us to see each other yet so we may get into trouble. They'll be able to tell we were together.)

"Don't give a fuck," Desmond panted.

Zavier was both surprised and excited by Desmond's attitude and sank his fangs deep into his brother's neck. His body shuddered as he took in that all too familiar taste but he was sweeter than he ever was. He slowly pulled mouthful after mouthful from him, pinning Desmond to the wall and taking complete control over him as always. Except this time Desmond wasn't happy with the setup and gave Zavier a push away. He ShadowDanced before Zavier could react and shoved his twin against the wall, taking control of the kiss. Zavier let out a yelp of shock as Desmond ate at his mouth with a knowledge and skill that nearly matched his own. Desmond groped and kneaded at Zavier's crotch until his cock was painfully throbbing. (That's new,) Zavier whispered when Desmond finally let him go.

(We're just starting, Avie,) the normally shy twin purred. He walked to the back door, opened it slightly and slipped out.

Zavier caught up with him outside and wrapped an arm around his waist possessively. They walked down the street with their arms around each other, their strides in time with the other until they appeared to be a single mirrored image. They filled each other in on the events that occurred in the last nine days and Zavier only laughed when Desmond finally mentioned Weasel.

(I heard about him,) Zavier said with a chuckle. (That's Angelo's Amant.)

Desmond frowned. (Am-what?)

(Amant.) Zavier shrugged. (His main squeeze, his boyfriend, his life partner, soul mate. Whatever you want to call it.)

Desmond hid his disappointment and decided it was best not to mention anything else or face being berated by Zavier. Instead he looked around to see who would be perfect for them. He finally spotted a man walking down the sidewalk that was trying to look as nonchalant as he could but was obviously checking out every single piece of boy candy he passed. He had the look of a man desperate to sample the bodies that littered one of the worst streets in the Old Quarter and Desmond tugged on his brother's arm.

(Avie,) he said softly, (that one. Let's get that one. An adult can feed us both.)

(I'll go get him and you--) Zavier began but Desmond was already ahead of him. Zavier stood dumbstruck as he watched Desmond slide up to the nervous man and smile at him innocently. Desmond had always been the more charming one but never had Zavier seen him be so sensual. Desmond swayed his hips and snuggled up to the man's side yet maintained just enough sweet innocence to make himself appear to be a sweet good boy while promising naughty things with every whisper and "accidental" bump into the man's body.

The sight disturbed Zavier but it also made him extremely proud. As Desmond seduced their meal, the plan for the night was undergoing several revisions to accommodate what he wanted. Once the two of them joined Zavier where he stood, the older man held out his hand to him.

"Henry," he said. Zavier took the hand and gave it a firm manly handshake and grinned.

"I'm Zavier. I'm sure Desmond filled you in on all the…..details?"

Henry nodded and patted his back pocket. "700 credits seems fair for both of you. He said you have a place?"

"Yep," Zavier agreed. "I know a shortcut. Follow me."

Instead of leading them back to the Nocturne he guided them into a semi-dark alleyway. The detour was making Desmond slightly nervous. (Zavier? Wh-what are you doing?)

Zavier didn't respond and as soon as they were out of sight from the street he lunged for Henry, pinning him against the wall. "What the fuck!" he yelled but Zavier quickly covered his mouth, silencing him.

"None of that," Zavier whispered to him. "The plan has changed and instead of simple and sweet I think I'm going to treat my brother to a nice spicy meal. What do you say, Henry? Do you mind?"

The man struggled feebly against Zavier's grip on him. Even though the twin was weak physically in terms of being a NightChild he was still much stronger than a normal human. His dangerous smile revealed fangs and he used them to tear into Henry's neck.

(Avie? What's gotten into you?) Desmond hissed. (What about the plan?)

Zavier lifted his head and licked the blood from his lips. (The plan changed again, Desie, what does it look like? Have you ever had all spice before?)

Desmond shook his head and pulled on his clothes, drawn to the strong scent of blood and even more by the fear radiating from Henry. He eased closer and bit down into the other side of Henry's neck and moaned as the pure spice hit his tongue. Henry's screams were muffled by Zavier's hand and he struggled wildly but in vain. The twins easily held him against the brick wall as they pulled the blood from the man's viens, causing Henry even more pain. But of course, that was the point.

When they finally let Henry slip to the ground their bellies were full and the man's heart was already beginning to slow. By the time Desmond easily threw him into the nearest dumpster Henry was already dead. Zavier pushed Desmond against the wall, kissing him almost desperately. (You like all Spice?) he purred.

Desmond only nodded and began thrusting his hips forward, no longer experiencing the ache in his belly but between his legs. (I didn't know it could taste so good,) he mumbled.

Zavier laughed. (I'll have to take you hunting with me more often, Desie. But let's hurry up and get to the Playground.)

He whimpered when Zavier pulled away from him but didn't argue. He wanted hours and hours of sex with his twin and the faster they got back to the safety of the Nocturne, the better. They rushed out of the alley way, too buzzed on the spicy blood and lust to notice a man across the street was watching them intently. He saw them seduce that misguided man, take him into the alley way only to emerge minutes later by themselves. Curious he hurried across the street when he was sure the twin boys were gone and studied the now empty alleyway. Nothing but boxes, trash and the dumpster.

The dumpster. The man ran his fingers through his pitch black hair nervously and peeked into the dumpster only to back away with a shriek.

"Holy fuck!" he shouted. He leaned against the wall, gasping for air as he tried to wrap his head around the corpse hidden underneath the piles of trash. With a shaking hand he dug in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed a number without even looking at the keypad. The phone rang three times before a smooth masculine voice answered the line.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Mr. Dwight? I found them. I fucking found them."

The man on the other end went silent and his voice had turned soft as if trying to figure out the news as truth or hoax. "And who would that be, Trevor?"

"The Montgomery twins, sir. I saw them with my own eyes! I fucking swear! I saw them pick up this dude and they killed him, Mr. Dwight. "

More silence and only Dwight's shaking breath let Trevor know they were still connected. "Good job, Trevor. Expect a bonus this month. I'll get a crew to grab the body and in the mean time say NOTHING. Their father will be very interested in the news."


That's all for now, folks. I'll be putting up more tomorrow or the next day so you won't have to wait too long.
Thanks for reading.
Later,
Peccavi