Wolverines

“I thought – I didn’t… Have to ask you twice, jerk-face.” Hunter panted a little. Amon had done away with the t-shirt he’d been sleeping in and was working hard to put love marks, bruises and near bites al over his neck and chest. Hunter would have admired such dedication to the cause under other circumstances; the Vampire had covered a lot of skin.

The result of Amon’s ministrations left Hunter feeling sexually frustrated, his body was hot and tingling, just waiting for that magic moment when the Vampire’s fangs would sink all the way in. That familiar bite-craving feeling.

Amon nipped at his belly, causing the muscles to jerk a little. Hunter swallowed, eyes hooded. The Vampire was… Awfully far down there. Amon grinned widely and tugged at Hunter’s sweats. “You said “bite me”, but you never said where…”

The both of them jumped then when the bedroom door slammed open.

“Hey, fuck face.” Paige greeted. Amon turned to glare over his shoulder at her, “Don’t give me that look, we have problems. Bite him quick and get the hell out here.” She turned and walked back down the hall, leaving the door wide open.

“… Was she holding a fucking sword?” Hunter glared at the doorway.

“… Yep. Looks like. Fuck.” Amon sighed, “Like living with my fucking mom. Okay.”

He leaned down to press another kiss to Hunter’s stomach and jumped again when Paige yelled: “Quit screwing around and bite, Amon! You two can do the kissy make out thing later!”

“Okay!” Amon screamed over his shoulder, “GOD!”

Hunter burst out laughing then, and ultimately laughed so hard he was holding his stomach with tears in his eyes. Amon rolled his eyes and crawled back up, moving Hunter’s head into position so he had good neck access. He leaned down to bite, perfectly aware of the way Hunter arched into his touch. Amon teased at the skin briefly before slowly sinking his teeth in and letting Hunter’s blood dribble over his tongue.

Hunter whimpered softly, then moaned when Amon started sucking hard against his skin. He shuddered and tugged the Vampire flush against him, revelling in the first real skin-to-skin contact they’d had. Amon reached down to cup Hunter’s ass, groaning when it made them grind together harder.

He’d barely had his fill when he heard Hunter mumble, “Stop, stop, stop…” He pulled away to see what the problem was, then almost lept out of his skin when he saw Paige hovering over them, long sword in hand.

“Paige! What the fuck??” Amon demanded. He expected to see some kind of perverted look on her face, but she looked excited. Like a little kid that wanted to kick someone’s sand castle down.

“You’ve had your fill, brat. Now close him up and get out here.” She grinned toothily, twirling the sword in her hand, “We’re going to have a Blood War!” She cheered and pranced – yes, pranced – out of the bedroom.

Both men stared after her with dubious expressions.

“Did you see that? I’ve never seen her look so excited.” Amon muttered, “This is fucking weird.” He lapped at the wound on Hunter’s neck.

“What the fuck is a Blood War?” Hunter asked breathlessly. Amon sat up when the wound was closed and climbed off him. Hunter was surprised at how low the Vampire had actually pulled his pants; low enough that he could see the start of auburn coloured pubes. He looked over at Amon and frowned, “And when did you take your fucking pants off??” He demanded. At some point Amon had totally done away with his pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. Hunter hadn’t even noticed him doing it.

Amon grinned slowly and tossed Hunter his shirt before grabbing his jeans and slipping them on. “Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.” Hunter yanked his shirt on.

“That was a long time ago, Hunter.” Amon walked closer and slowly pulled his pants the rest of the way up, noticing the way Hunter’s gaze fell to his crotch as he did up his zipper and button. “I thought you knew?” He sat down on the bed next to him.

“Nope… Not a clue.” Hunter admitted, and went unresisting as Amon pulled him close for another kiss. They were both hard and horny but it was obvious Paige wasn’t going to give them any peace until she’d gotten what she wanted from them.

As if on cue, her voice came: “Amon!”

“OKAY!” The younger vampire pulled away from Hunter and screamed.

“I guess we better get out there, your mommy might yell at you some more.” Hunter snickered and got up, yanking his pants back into position.

“Oh shut up.” Amon growled. Hunter opened his mouth to deliver another witty reply, but only yelped when Amon spanked him hard. He felt his face flame as the stinging slap went straight to his cock. Amon raised his eyebrows, inhaled over him, and grinned. “Oh, really? Liked that, did you?” He swung his hand back to spank him again and laughed when Hunter ran out of the room.

***

“Okay so, my text says, I’m sorry for being such a douche bag and bailing on you. I know I’m a huge asshole, please call me.” Ben, having forgotten all about his earlier internet adventure was sitting in the living room on the couch with Lysander, trying to apologize to Hunter.

“That sounds good. You should send it.” Lysander said.

“Okay… Sent.” Ben forced a smile and looked back up at Lysander, realizing for the first time just how close the other man was sitting to him. Ben looked back down and tried to hide his sudden awkwardness by playing with his phone. Ben was the smallest guy he knew. Hell, he was smaller than some of the girls he knew what with being only 5’3” and all. But Lysander… Lysander was only 5’6”, maybe. Perfect height for him really, if he wanted to…

“Are you okay?” Lysander asked, noticing how skittish and nervous Ben looked.

“Um! Yes. I just – hope he calls me back soon. Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Ben looked up at him.

Lysander smiled and reached out to squeeze his forearm, “He definitely will. Everyone makes mistakes.”

Ben nodded, trying to ignore the butterflies wreaking havoc in his belly at that one light touch. Ben leaned back and closed his eyes. For a long time he’d tried to do the right thing, meet nice girls. For a long time he’d ignored the way he’d felt about Hunter since they met. Hunter didn’t like guys… Or at least he hadn’t. And now he’d finally chosen a guy, and… It wasn’t Ben. It was someone Ben couldn’t stand. But if Ben really cared about his friend, he should just be happy for him… Right?

Ben stared down at his folded hands and asked himself, for the first time, what this was really about. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he thought he knew. The quiet apartment at 3 AM suddenly felt like a confessional to him, and he turned to Lysander with the words on his tongue.

But he remembered Lysander’s gentle touch, those warm eyes… He couldn’t bare it if Lysander felt as disgusted with him as he felt with himself. I’m jealous. Horribly jealous. I’ve loved Hunter since the day we met, but I never really accepted that he didn’t want me. I dated girls and broke their hearts because I didn’t give a shit about them. I hate Amon because Hunter wants him and not me. Ben blinked rapidly, eyes burning as he admitted it to himself.

“Hey? Ben, it’s gonna be okay.” Lysander pulled Ben into a loose embrace, giving the smaller man time to pull away if he wanted. Ben settled against Lysander’s chest, practically melting into the other man’s warmth.

Ben sniffled wetly, “I can’t believe I – I used Nancy’s death as an excuse to turn personal dislike for someone into… Into some kind of a vendetta or something… I don’t know… Lysander, I need to delete that account I made on that website, I –“

“Shhh, it’s alright… We can go do it now.” Lysander pulled back and smiled mildly, wiping the tears from Ben’s face. He knew Ben would come around eventually. It just takes a little bit sometimes.

Lysander grabbed Ben by the hand and led him towards Ben’s bedroom. He sat on the bed while Ben booted up his computer. Ben sighed and rubbed his face tiredly, the events of the last couple days catching up with him. “Do you think I’m totally awful for doing all this?”

“No. You know you did wrong, and now you’re trying to make right. That’s admirable.” Lysander reassured him.

“But I…” Ben stopped, staring at the screen.

“What is it?” Lysander got up and walked over.

“Um… People have responded. A lot of people. Look at this – someone asked if that red hair they can see in the corner of the picture belonged to his Thrall… And they’re talking about Blood Brothers and Blood Wars and… And Amon’s getting death threats.” Ben gave Lysander a wide eyed look, “I think these are real Vampires. I –“

The sound of breaking glass coming from the living room interrupted them. Ben and Lysander exchanged startled looks.

“Where the fuck are you?!” A gruff male voice screamed. “I’m gonna drink you dry, bitch!”

“H-“ Ben’s eyes widened. Lysander quickly covered Ben’s mouth his finger and dropped to the floor, unplugging the computer and making the screen go blank. Realization hit Ben then. They had to act like they didn’t know anything. How the fuck had those blood suckers found them this fast??

He glanced around the room for a way out. But what had they been doing in there if the computer, TV and stereo were off? Ben looked at Lysander, then looked at the bed. He ripped his shirt off and threw it before yanking the blond onto the bed with him.

He wrapped his arms around Lysander’s waist and stuck his tongue in the other man’s mouth. Lysander must have understood the ruse Ben was working at, because he kissed him immediately back and started to take his sweater off.

Ben could hear the foot steps drawing nearer and kissed Lysander frantically, adrenaline pulsing through him. They had to make this look convincing, they had to do – something. Anything! If he lived that long, Ben would never forgive himself if anything happened to Lysander because of him.

Ben clung to Lysander hard as the bedroom door slammed open. Ben rolled over to put himself between Lysander and the Vampire as he looked up. The man standing in the doorway was tall and broad shouldered, with an eye patch and a mean scar. He grinned broadly.

“Well well well. Look what we have here.”

“Uh – um. Do – do I know you?” Ben’s mind scrambled frantically as the Vampire strolled into the bedroom. He ran his finger through some dust on Ben’s shelf.

“Where is he?” The Vampire gave him a sidelong glance, “I can smell that another Vampire has been here. Tell me where that fucker went.”

“… Vampire?? But – Vampires aren’t real!” Ben said forcefully.

The Vampire chuckled and inhaled. The humans were generating so much fear he couldn’t smell anything else in the room over their stink. “You get one chance, boy. You’re nothing to me. I’m going to ask you one more time…”

“He left!” Lysander said quickly, “Amon left.”

“Oh, did he now?” The Vampire began to prowl closer.

“Yeah! I – I hated that fucker being here, so I made that account online.” Ben said quickly. That much was truth, absolute truth. So if the Vampire could smell falsehoods then he’d know… “I knew someone out there wouldn’t appreciate what he was doing, so I put up all that information. When he found out he left, tail between his legs!”

“Like the dog he is!” Lysander piped in. He’d sat up behind Ben and had his arms wrapped tightly around the half-Korean’s waist, squishing his chest against his back.

“Yeah! We don’t know where he went, but, surely a Vampire of your obvious prowess will have no problems tracking him down, so-“ Ben shuddered when the Vampire reached out and grabbed his face, forcing him to look up.

The Vampire leaned over the two mortals and inhaled. No lies there. They were too terrified for that.

“Good boy.” He said mockingly and stroked his hand down Ben’s jaw, “If you’re telling me the truth, you’ve got immortality at the end of this. If I find out you’re lying…” He reached down and gave Ben’s throat a warning squeeze, “Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear.” Ben gasped. What had he done?

***

“I can’t even believe this…” Hunter fumed as he stared at the computer screen, “Why would Ben even do this?”

“Told you he thought I murdered Nancy.” Amon replied, standing right next to him, “Do you get why I brought you here now? He was acting all crazy, I didn’t want to leave you at the apartment.”

“Yeah, I guess. So he just – fucking took pictures and fucked off to… Fuck you over? I thought you said you guys were cool!” Hunter swatted Amon on the shoulder and looked through more of the comments.

“No, I said we had an understanding. Ben did research on me, he said he wouldn’t tell you about my dad or the junior high thing if I didn’t tell you he’s gay.” Amon ran a hand through his short, messy hair.

Hunter froze as his brain tried to catch up with his ears, “… Ben’s not gay.”

“Look Hunter I know you think so, but let me tell you. He gets horny looking at me, and I’ve hacked his computer. Went through all his gay porn… And you know what? Most of the photos he saves are of red heads. And his password is Hunter.” It had been a random guess and a lucky break after several failed attempts.

“… Wh- but –“

“Boys.” Paige interrupted from the couch. She was lounging in the corner with her arms stretched over the back of the couch, long sword rested across her lap. Her long, strawberry blond hair was having freely down her shoulders. There was a fierce look in her brown eyes. Despite appearing youthful, that look wasn’t. Hunter thought she looked like some sort of warrior.

“Here is what we’re going to do. Hunter, you’re moving out of that apartment. I’m cleaning out my guest room, you’re moving in here with Amon. I won’t have the two of you running about and getting into trouble where I can’t keep an eye on you.” She held up her hand before Hunter could interrupt, “I will take care of all the details. I will have your things packed and your lease terminated.”

“… What about Ben?” Hunter asked, though he had the sinking feeling that Paige really didn’t care about what he thought. The woman was too used to being in charge; she would do what she pleased.

“He should have thought harder before he put your lives in danger. You’re with us now Hunter, you’re as much at risk as Amon. From now on you can spend your time brushing up on your telekinesis because it’s the only asset you have that might save your life. You don’t leave this apartment alone.” Paige declared.

Hunter sighed and leaned back against the computer desk. He didn’t have a whole lot of choice.

“Paige,” Amon interrupted. He glanced at Hunter before looking back at the older Vampire, “If they get me…”

“They won’t.” She said confidently, “But if so, Hunter will be taken care of.”

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A/N Shit's goin' down! This is actually one of the longer chapters I've written lately. Thanks for reading!

@GrimReaper: Oh Amon is definitely still a dick. Remember in the beginning with Paige or right when he met Hunter? He was plenty nice then, but still a dick. Sometimes it's just less apparent than others ;) I really like Paige too, and I think Ben definitely gets it now... But it's a little bit too late, hey? Thanks so much for reading!

@JtheChosen1: Good call =D If you hang out with Paige you're usually in the clear, and if you were chilling with Lysander you would never have gotten stuck involved in crap like this. That boy is good at keeping his head down. Amon and Hunter ARE kinda dumb, but hopefully they'll learn a thing or two from all this. Thanks so so much for your continued reading and reviewing! xoxoxox