Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 11: Only This Moment


The Playground, like the housing area, existed completely unknown to the human patrons of the Nocturne except instead of being above the main floor it laid beneath it. Serving as a type of haven for Juicers, it allowed them to throw off the illusion created for humans and give into their true nature. They had their own bar and the drinks were always served with and extra crimson ingredient. Downstairs also had playrooms; spots where a juicer could take their lover and enjoy themselves in private and luxury. It was one of these rooms that Zavier planned to be their hideout for the night. Dimitri was still at the bar upstairs and he had seen Angelo leave with some red head earlier that night. The only trouble was to gain access to these rooms required certain keys and all those keys were in the possession of one person. Amorette.

Amorette appeared to be seventeen, perhaps eighteen, with an otherworldly beauty that attracted both men and women. Zavier only knew of her from conversation from fellow Night children and it was the only woman that Dimitri didn't find useless. She was rumored to be the 'mother-hen' of the Nocturne, taking the role of female caretaker. Zavier had yet to meet her face to face yet he prayed that he'd be able to charm a key from her.
Desmond, completely unfamiliar with the Playground, hung closely to his brother and stayed behind him as they walked over to the bar. A gorgeous woman turned to face them, dark curls framed her soft yet sultry face and cascaded down to her shoulders. Rosy lips curved into a sultry smile and she looked at Zavier. (My, my. I heard about you two, the cousin's newest boy toys.)

Zavier frowned at the mention of his Sire being cousins with Angelo. When he first found out he thought Dimitri was joking and he still couldn't believe the two were related. But that didn't matter tonight, getting a key was. He turned up the charm and grinned back. (Boy toys? Hardly. They have their own thing tonight and we were hoping we'd be able to do the same.)

Amorette smirked. (The bed upstairs is broken, honey?)

(No,) Zavier replied slowly, (it's just that those aren't our rooms, you know? We wanted to enjoy ourselves in private.)

(And do your Sires know what you're trying to do right now? You're barely over a week old. Not a very smart idea.)

Shit! They had been busted but Zavier refused to give up. (Amorette, listen. We don't want to kill each other, I swear. We need each other right now…bad. It's just five days short of two weeks and we've never been without each other for more than five hours in our entire lives. Please.)

Amorette smiled at them softly and retrieved a key from behind the bar but didn't hand it over. (I appreciate your situation, petit, but what's in it for me?)

(I'll personally owe you,) Zavier offered softly.

Desmond pulled at his brother's arm, alarmed at the hasty promise. (Zavier! We'll do something else…don't.) Of the many things that Angelo had taught him the practice of honoring his word was one of the most important. If you made a promise to a NightChild expect to pay it back and in spades, for good or ill.

Amorette laughed and it vaguely reminded him of Angelo's honey chuckle. (You have nothing to fear from me just yet, young ones. So he is Zavier and you are?)

(Desmond,) he replied.

(Zavier and Desmond, how absolutely adorable. Alright, I'll give you your key and expect my favor to be fulfilled at a later date. I'll be sure to find you, Zavier.) She pushed the key across the bar to him and as Zavier took it he had the awful sinking in his gut that he just agreed to something that would get him in trouble later or worse.

The concern was quickly pushed to the side the moment he had Desmond alone in the room. His eyes took in every inch of the body that mirrored his own and pounced on his twin. Clothes were shed without care, littering the floor and chairs, and the teens fell into the bed. Desmond already had his legs spread and Zavier took the invitation, slamming his cock inside Desmond, nearly tearing the sensitive puckered flesh. Sex was rushed and wild; each manic thrust brought them closer to the release they were desperate for.

Desmond's body and the delicious sounds he made were nothing new to Zavier, however the passion and waves of pure need coming from him was. Before Angelo had found them Desmond's experience was limited to Zavier and then only for roughly a week. Zavier wondered how much Angelo was teaching Desmond in his absence. It upset him that Desmond was receiving such carnal education from someone other than him but he was more than happy with the results.

What seemed like an eternity passed and the boys collapsed on the bed, exhausted yet very satisfied.

(I never want to let go of you,) Zavier murmured as he pulled Desmond tight against his body.

Desmond chuckled. (Well, at least let me get off you first.)

They moved around in the bed until they were in a position both of them were comfortable with, ending up on their sides with Desmond in a snug embrace. With his head at Zavier's chest, Desmond snuggled deeper into his brother's arms and sighed. (I don't care what they do to us. This was worth it.)

(Are you so sure of that, lover?)

"Goddammit!" Zavier hissed. He sat up and glared at their unwanted guest. (Don't you have someone else's life to ruin?)

Angelo smiled but it was more like baring teeth, serving a dangerous warning if Zavier decided to get too out of hand. (I believe Dimitri and I said two weeks, darling boy.)

(Does it look like we're about to kill each other, you asshole?) Zavier sneered. (So why don't you just--)

His words were cut off when Angelo was suddenly on the bed, straddling his legs and a hand around his throat.

(I'm surprised my cousin hasn't snapped your neck with how much you like to talk back,) Angelo said calmly.(Perhaps I should save him the trouble?)

Desmond pulled at Angelo, attempting to switch his attention. (He just feels the same way I do, Angelo. We've never been without each other this long; it's like if you had to go without seeing—) Angelo turned his head sharply to glare at Desmond, daring him to finish the sentence. Much smarter when it came to when to speak and when not to than his brother, Desmond sucked on his bottom lip and looked away.

(We NEED each other,) Zavier said quietly. ( I don't know if you can understand that or not.)

Angelo sighed. (I can sympathize but you obey your Sire before your own desires. You're lucky my cousin didn't bother with this situation since he'd beat you to a pulp first with no questions asked. He still may, Zavier, are you aware of that?)

He nodded and shrugged, clearly having already thought of the possible punishment and was unbothered by it. (He does what he wants regardless, why should this be any different?)

Angelo took Zavier's chin in a gentle, yet firm, grip and tilted the boy's head up. (You love him that much?)

Zavier laughed. (Is that a serious question?)

Angelo didn't answer him and leaned down to give Zavier a soft kiss. Zavier gasped from the unexpected gesture but didn't fight the stronger Nightchild as a warm tongue eased its way into his mouth. Angelo drew back slightly. (I understand,) he whispered against Zavier's lips, (trust me, I do.)

Angelo's softer approach confused Zavier and the growing waves of lust coming from him made things even worse. Angelo pushed Zavier down on the bed and the next kiss they shared was filled with a passion that nearly made the two boys burst into flames. They had been at odds since the night they met but underneath the anger and bitterness was a lust denied. Zavier would try to rationalize it with being so close to Desmond that his inhibitions were lowered. Angelo was much more simple and honest; it was simply finally getting what he wanted but was either too busy or aggravated to pursue.

Zavier had already wrapped his arms around Angelo's waist, pinning the older juicer to his body as the kiss graduated from just wrestling tongues to gnawing teeth and sharing blood. Desmond watched them and felt slightly conflicted. He loved moments with Angelo, especially the ones that involved a bed, but his private night with his brother had just been hijacked. Showing his more bratty nature, he snatched Zavier's head away from Angelo and claimed those bleeding lips. Desmond moaned as not only Zavier's blood hit his tongue but also a mix of Angelo's sweetness. As the twins devoured each other's mouths Angelo slipped out of Zavier's grip and his mouth found something much harder but just as sweet to wrap his mouth around.

Zavier's cry was swallowed by Desmond's hungry mouth and his body shivered with pleasure from the attention. He couldn't bring himself to stop what was happening. It seemed Angelo's body was calling out to his; every roll of his tongue and every caress of his hand made Zavier's insides seem to boil and he was shocked that the boy he had tried to hate could feel so heavenly.

The blanket of lust was being thrown over all of the boys, not just Zavier since Desmond was no longer upset with Angelo's attention to his twin but aroused by it. He whimpered as Zavier fed from his mouth and nearly came early when Angelo's fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft. The twins hugged each other as Angelo pleasured them both effortlessly, as if creating a safer environment for their passions. Providing a sex conduit that linked them together with pleasure that left no chances of the brothers harming each other.

Helping was wonderful but the higher the twin's moans became the worse his own ache. Angelo finally pulled away from them both, panting with need. Desmond whispered something softly in his brother's ear and Zavier gave the barest of nods. Desmond's hands traveled down Zavier's body, grabbing the attention of Angelo's wild lusty eyes, and he reached beneath his brother to ease two fingers inside of him. Zavier cried out as he rode Desmond's fingers and his soft blue eyes were locked on Angelo, his face a mix of emotions as his brother prepared him.

Angelo growled deep in his throat as he watched Zavier's hips undulate in mesmerizing thrusts as he rode three of Desmond's fingers. Zavier's hand went to touch himself and that seemed to be Angelo's breaking point. He slapped Zavier's hand away, pulled him away from Desmond and roughly claimed the teen's body. Zavier hissed as his body was plowed into and had completely forgotten about his brother until he felt something warm and slightly wet prod at his lips.

Desmond was on his knees in front of Zavier's face and his eyes were desperate. His level of excitement had him panting wildly. "Avie…please."

Too wrapped up in the pleasure to care, Zavier parted his lips to allow the hard member to slide back and forth over his tongue. The trio continued moving until the air in the room was thick with the smell of sex and each cry was soon drowned out by another. One after the other, each boy reached climax from the crazed sex and they ended up laying on each other in a pile of sweating bodies.

Angelo was the first to recover and pulled away from Zavier with a satisfied grin. (Time's up,) he purred softly.

Desmond frowned. (What? We just got in here. I thought that—)

(Sex doesn't change anything,) Angelo interrupted. (You two had more time than you were supposed to, be satisfied with that.)

Zavier sat up and narrowed his eyes. (Hold on, how did you even know where we were? Did Amorette tell you?)
(Perhaps. Perhaps not.) Angelo hopped off the bed and redressed. He nodded towards Desmond as he finished the last button of his jeans. (Time to go, lover.)

Desmond whimpered and clutched his brother's arm. (Not so soon, Angelo. Please!)

Angelo's dark eyes seemed to soften but his tone was cold as ice. (I said now, Des and I meant it.)

He knew better than to press his luck when it came to Angelo and Desmond slowly got off the bed and retrieved his clothes. Desmond only bothered with his jeans and shoes and with a sigh of defeat he went to stand by Angelo's side.

(You get off on this, don't you?) Zavier whispered angrily.

Angelo sighed. (I do what I must.) He went over to Zavier and cupped his face gently in his hands. (You won't be without him much longer, I promise you.)

Again Zavier was left confused by the older boy's softer attitude and watched silently as Angelo took his brother away from him, yet again.

Until next time!
Later,
peccavi