Wolverines

Hunter wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened or who had started it.

But, he supposed, it didn’t really matter just then. He was more interested in how Amon’s mouth felt against his, how warm the Vampire’s hands were as they rested on his waist. He’d never noticed, before then, that the stereotype of Vampires being cold as death was apparently totally off; Amon was always warm.

Warmth started tickling at his insides as Amon’s tongue swept through his mouth and hands started to roam up his back. He tightened his arms around the Vampire’s neck and let his own tongue be sucked into the other man’s mouth, purposefully cutting his tongue on a razor sharp fang.

Amon groaned as the drops of blood mingled with the saliva in his mouth and swallowed thickly, gently pushing until Hunter was laying down on the bed. Hunter tugged the Vampire on top of him and gazed up at him, mouth coppery with the taste of his own blood.

Hunter gazed up at Amon for a moment. He knew he wasn’t gay but here he was, aroused despite himself at a man’s heavy weight on top of him. He was confused. Was it men, or was it just Amon? Was he just acting out of character because of Nancy? No… He remembered how willingly he’d gone into the Vampire’s arms before at the promise of pleasure.

Hunter did like Amon. Aside from the way Amon had treated Ben, Hunter had enjoyed his company. He thought he could see friendship, a good friendship, with the Vampire. But their relationship, because of its nature, would undoubtedly always have an intense physical side. He thought… That he could accept that. Amon had already said he wanted to fuck him, that much was obvious. Hunter wasn’t sure if Amon wanted a more romantic relationship with him, wasn’t sure if he could give him that.

But he could give him this.

Slowly, deliberately, he ran his bloodied tongue across his lips and stained them red. He watched as the Vampire inhaled sharply and leaned down closer to him. In that instant, it seemed to Hunter, like he was now doing the seducing instead of being seduced.

“Hungry?” He whispered.

“Mm.” The Vampire’s voice was husky, almost a growl.

Hunter dipped one of his fingers into the blood pooling under his tongue and wiped it across the Vampire’s lower lip. Amon’s eyes fluttered shut as he sucked the bloodied digit into his mouth. Hunter twisted his finger and cut it open on one of his fangs and shivered when the Vampire started to suck harder.

Amon sucked on the human’s finger until Hunter’s own enhanced healing closed the wound. Amon kissed across his human’s knuckles and worked his way down inside Hunter’s wrist where he bit down, almost hard enough to break the skin.

Hunter’s phone went off then, ringing loudly from where it had been dumped heedlessly on the bed next to them. Amon grabbed it and checked the caller display.

“It’s Ben.” He looked up at him.

“Ignore the call.” Hunter sighed. He’d barely thought about Ben, but on that note, where the fuck was he? Where did Ben get off fucking off to who knew where and accusing Amon of murder? That was bullshit. Hunter needed a friend right now, and Amon was here. Ben wasn’t. If Ben was too wrapped up in his own stuff right now, fine. So was Hunter.

“Seriously?” Amon raised his eyebrows.

“Seriously.” Hunter took the phone and pressed the ignore button before silencing the ringer and setting the phone on the night stand. Angry now, Hunter ran a lazy hand down the Vampire’s chest and tipped his head back to offer his throat. “Bite me.”

Amon grinned widely, looking outrageously pleased with himself. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

***

“Fuck, he isn’t answering his phone.” Ben swore and shoved his cell back into his pocket, “I’m so sorry by the way, Lysander, for dragging you into my mess and all over town and…”

“It’s okay, Ben.” Lysander was relieved, at least. Ben’s crazy seemed to have peaked in the internet café and then gone way back down, but the other man’s anxious behaviour was messing with his own anxiety problems. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and chewed on his lower lip some.

“No, no it’s not. I swear I’m not normally like this. Usually I’m the sane one, the responsible one, the level headed one…” Ben tried to explain.

“It’s okay. You’ve lost someone close to you, you just reacted. Everyone messes up, everyone does things that they regret…” Lysander said peaceably. “Besides, I’d rather get dragged around by you then go home to a dark empty house.” He shrugged.

“Dark empty house? Is your family away, or…?” Ben frowned. He hadn’t really thought much about Lysander, wrapped up in what was going on as he was. He hadn’t really questioned what kind of a guy would help some random person in the street and then just follow them around. Lysander seemed smart and easy going. He either had to be crazy or a saint to be okay with all this.

“No…” Lysander shook his head, “I live alone. Sometimes I rent out rooms but I don’t have any tenants right now.”

Ben frowned. This didn’t add up, “You own your own house?”

“Um, well. My parents owned their own business, and had a lot saved up for retirement and whatnot. When they died I inherited everything, since I’m an only child. Down payment on a house and an education seemed like good ideas to me.” He shrugged, scratching at his arms a little.

“You… Lost both your parents, then?” Ben’s guilt worsened. Here was someone that had lost two very important family members, and so far he was proving to be one of the nicest people Ben knew.

“Yeah, it…” Lysander frowned, trying hard to figure out a way to put it that wouldn’t completely throw Ben off. He hated lying, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. “Was an accident. I was 11, so it was a long time ago now. But… Right after.” He turned to look at the shorter man, “I did a lot of stupid things, crazy things. Things that didn’t make anymore sense then than they do now. And I… “

“Fuck, Lysander…” Everything suddenly made so much sense now.

Lysander shook his head, silencing Ben before he could say anything more, “I went through the bulk of it alone. I just don’t want anyone else to have to go through that. So for as long as you need someone around… I’ll be here to help, if you want.”

“God. Lysander, you’re a saint.” Ben said, and he meant it. How giving could someone be? Ben felt like garbage.

Lysander laughed softly, “Hardly. I just… Like to be helpful. That’s why I’m a massage therapist… I’m no good at psyche stuff, and hospitals… Well I hate being there. They make me sick. But massage… To help take pain away with your own hands… And I’m learning a lot of aroma therapy, acupuncture, all that kind of stuff. I want to learn Raiki… I know it sounds New Agey and stupid… But I think we were supposed to meet tonight.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Ben shook his head, “New Agey or not, there’s no one else on Earth I would have rather met tonight. And I mean that.”

Lysander smiled quietly and pushed some of his shoulder length hair out of his face, “I’m glad. Come on, let’s hurry to your apartment and get Hunter now.”

“Agreed.” Ben hadn’t realized until then how grateful he was to have an escort home. He wasn’t sure he could face Amon… Or Hunter alone.

When they got to the apartment, Ben opened the door slowly and poked his head in. “Hunter?” He called. All the lights were off, and Ben couldn’t hear a sound. He stepped in and flicked on the hall light, swallowing thickly before calling, “… Amon?”

Nothing.

Lysander crept in slowly as Ben moved further into the house, closing and locking the apartment door behind him. He stopped when he saw Ben staring at an old, wobbly looking coat rack.

Ben grabbed the sleeve of Nancy’s jacket and slowly ran his fingers down the material. It was her jacket, the jacket she wore. Ben took it off the rack on a whim and put it on. It felt silly, but he felt a little bit safer. Like he was wrapped in her protection.

“Anyone?” Ben called again and walked down the hallway and to look into Nancy and… No, now just Hunter’s bedroom. He turned back to look at Lysander, who was turning on lights behind him. “No one’s here.”

“Where do you think they went?” Lysander wondered, looking around.

“I don’t know.” Ben had a sinking feeling. “He didn’t answer my call.”

“Text him. That way there’s no pressure for a response from him right away, and you can still get some stuff off your chest.” He suggested.

“Good idea… I’m going to tell him I’m sorry.” Ben sighed and pulled his phone out.

“Good idea.” Lysander smiled.

***

Paige leaned back in her huge computer chair, curling her legs underneath her. She folded her hands under her chin and watched the computer screen.

She was a member of a forum called Suck It, which catered to Vampires and other things. Granted some of the members were human and didn’t realize that most of the members were actually Vampires but that was beside the point. It didn’t matter what they said there, because it was classified as a fantasy and role playing forum. Even the mortal members liked to play and talk about the joys of sucking blood.

If only they knew.

The truly Vampiric members didn’t even mind, it was all good fun as far as they were concerned. She looked at the forum post supposedly made by Amon and considered what she had read. She didn’t really believe Amon had any part of killing Nancy, but she did know for a fact that Amon had killed his father. The fact that Amon had had no idea that it was his father at the time seemed to have escaped the imposter.

Though, considering this imposter was undoubtedly the scorned room mate Ben, that wasn’t a shocker. She wondered what Ben thought he was playing at, and figured it was just their dumb luck he’d found one of the only forums with actual Vampires on it.

Their comments had ranged as widely as their personalities. Some expressed disinterest, others anger, others praise. But it was the current last comment that concerned her.

I know who you are, fucker. It read, You’re one of Veronica’s gets, just like I am. My Blood Brother. Well I have news for you, shit head. One of our Blood Sisters escaped that little fire you started and told me all about you. You’re going to pay for killing our Blood Mother. Be ready, because we’re coming.

Amon had once told her that he figured Veronica died falling asleep smoking, but she didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that was a lie. Amon having balls enough to kill his Blood Mother, his sire, was partly why Paige liked him so much. Veronica was a stain, siring children all over the place, using them as slaves for sex or labour. Killing them, pimping them, or ditching them when she was tired of them. Veronica had sired more children than any Vampire in history.

On one hand, Paige was well aware some of her children would be singing Amon’s praises. Probably they’d want to give him a medal. But she had so many children, and they all felt so differently about her, that it was a very real possibility that this angry individual might be able to gather up some kind of force.

Paige, essentially, had adopted Amon. Firstly Ghoul Bites were rare, and if they were left uneducated their potential for causing chaos, mass murders, and hoards of mindless flesh eating ghouls were limitless. Secondly Amon had had the balls to kill Veronica. Thirdly because immortality was dull, and the only child she had ever sired had left her long ago without a trace. Children always spiced up one’s immortal life.

But that aside, she had taken Amon in. Educated him, provided for him, and therefore now had the responsibility to protect him. Hunter too, through the Bond. She found herself growing excited. It had been a long time since she’d been dragged into a Blood War. Too long.

She wrote a reply back.

Just remember this, Miles: This Blood Baby has a new Blood Mama. I will be ready, I will be waiting and I will destroy you. Peace out, kiddo.

It was unwritten protocol that they didn’t use a Vampire’s true name on the forum where anyone could read it, but this time Paige thought it appropriate. Now Miles knew she knew who he was. His strength, his reputation. If he was smart he’d do his homework and reconsider threatening what was hers, but she doubted it. Some of them never learned, no matter how many decades and centuries they’d lived.

Veronica had been a Southern Belle turned in the 1800’s. Paige could remember the fall of Rome. Her only hope was that Miles brought a lot of friends, or else this was going to be terribly boring.

Paige logged off her account and powered down her computer.

She had a sword to sharpen.

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A/N I AM A MACHINE. Whoop-whoop for binge writing, am I right? Thanks so much for reading!

@JtheChosen1: Thanks for reading! As for Lysander, you're just going to have to wait and see for his story. I'll tell it all... Eventually >=D