The New Generation

A/N: Thanks so much to Rosemary and Mitsukai for their reviews. Hope you like this next chapter and feedback inspires the muse.


Fredo sends the three boys to find out as much about the Underground as possible. Only Mackie is about to find out more than he ever wanted to know....

BTW: translations:

Elinika (sp): Greek for Greek

Eimai - I am or I\'m

Poulaki - little bird (term of endearment or affection)

Malaka - asshole, jerk (can be affectionate with friends)

Agapi mou - my love


The New Generation: Part 2


Fredo knew the Underground was in Sargot City\'s Old Quarter, but he did what he always did when \"visiting\" an area for recruitment. He sent his soldiers for recon during the days and later that night, they gave him whatever info they were able to find out. Yes all of his boys were strong telepaths, even if Mackie was the weakest, but just walking around the Old Quarter scanning everyone\'s mind would be a waste of time. Instead, he used their expertise to glean what he wanted.

Brodie\'s teleporting wouldn\'t be much help there but his youth and prettiness helped him to blend in with a younger crowd that might have information of a subversive organization like the Underground. Since Morgan was a Healer, Fredo sussed that the best place for him to hear the chatter would be in proximity to free Healers like the Nightingales, who didn\'t discriminate against Saps and helped everyone. And since Mackie\'s hearing was so keen, he stalked crowds of teenagers and young adults, his ears perked for any mention of the Underground.

In the meantime, he listened to the chatter, to see if there was any other talk of \"Mutants.\" What he kept hearing about was a club called The Nocturne, where extraordinarily beautiful girls and boys hung out. So beautiful and graceful, they were rumored to be Mutants.

Bullseye.

Other things about the Nocturne were said in whispers, as if they were warding off the evil eye, the biggest being that people were known to go into the Nocturne but never came out. In fact, disappearances were known throughout the Old Quarter. Friends that vanished, only to be found dead. With their throats torn out.

A strange feeling washed over Mackie at those words. Rumors, gossip, sure, but still he shivered. So familiar.

It was here.

Mackie could feel it.

Mackie could also hear music. A throbbing techno beat and a melody that Mackie found himself humming. Somehow he knew the tune but he had no idea what it was or when he ever heard it.

Then the music faded. \"This is DJ D the voice of the Underground,\" the DJ said. \"If you can hear this broadcast, we\'re looking for you.\"

Mackie froze. The Underground had a pirate radio broadcast? He focused hard and tight on the DJ\'s voice, blotting out everything else.


\"Word up and down the juicer grapevine is that we have new visitors in the Old Quarter. I\'m sure you\'re all looking forward to…. welcoming our new guests.\" The DJ let out a laugh that was somehow playful and sinister at the same time. \"But be sure to get rid of the empties. Some of you are eating and running. Can\'t get sloppy now.\"

Eating and running. People found with their throats torn out. Something was adding up in Mackie\'s head that he hoped was wrong. Dead wrong.

\"Remember darlings,\" DJ D purred, \"if you can hear me and aren\'t one of us, we\'re looking for you. Go to the Nocturne and claim \'Sanctuary.\' Say you\'re looking for me, DJ D and say the phrase of the night and you will get the answers that you seek. And the phrase for tonight, boys and girls is, \" DJ D paused for dramatic effect, \"*Thelo tsibouki.*\"

Mackie felt his throat instantly close up and he choked. Not just because the phrase was obscene as hell, he wondered if the people saying it would know they were saying they wanted head, but because of the familiarity of the language DJ D used. A language Mackie was just as fluent in but hadn\'t used since he got kicked out by his father.

That was where he\'d heard the song the DJ played. His father used to sing it all the time, it was an old folk song he\'d probably heard in his own childhood. Now the song was stuck in Mackie\'s head and he couldn\'t get rid of it. A song he\'d never thought he\'d hear again.

All this couldn\'t be coincidental. If Mackie\'s suspicions were right, the ones being offered the protection weren\'t Omegans. They probably weren\'t even Mutants and Mackie wanted no part of any of it. Fredo wouldn\'t be happy about the lack of information Mackie would return with but it was better than the truth.

That decided, Mackie slowly started back towards the hotel when someone suddenly jumped him from behind and shoved a knife against the back of his neck, demanding his wallet. They\'d caught Mackie unaware but his reflexes were fast enough that he was able to whirl around and seize the boy\'s wrist, squeezing until he heard the bones snap. And the knife fall from his hand.

The asshole wasn\'t completely stupid and saw he was out of his league. So he ran.

On another night, Mackie would have let him run for a little bit before going after him but he wasn\'t in the mood tonight. Instead he took off and wrestled the boy down to the ground, letting the pavement meet his face. Then Mackie straddled his back and grabbed him by his jaw, dragging it against the sidewalk to cause the most pain before he twisted the boy\'s head to the side, instantly breaking his neck.

All of the sudden, Mackie\'s nose was assaulted by the sweetest scent he\'d ever smelled. Fuck if he knew what it was but sure smelled good. So good it was almost making his mouth water. It was the first time a scent hadn\'t gotten him sick to his stomach in a month. Now that he thought about it, it smelled kind of like the hamburger he had the other day, only not as cooked. Maybe it was just what he needed. If he could just figure out where it was coming from, he could pay the place a visit and finally eat something without puking. Only problem was, he had no money.

Well, the mugger probably had mugged other people earlier, Mackie would just take his money. He turned the body face up and went to reach in his jacket pocket.

Suddenly the scent became overpowering and Mackie found himself looking down.

And seeing the blood oozing from the boy\'s face from being scraped on to the pavement.

No, Mackie wasn\'t leaning down and licking at the blood. He wasn\'t.

Oh fuck, he was.

Mackie lifted his head, stopping himself. He could beat this. It was just a matter of will and Mackie had a strong one. He ignored the churning in his gut and rose to his feet, kicking the boy\'s ribs in a rage.

He could pay no heed to the queasiness. He could even ignore the sharp pain knifing through his belly. But Mackie could not ignore the sudden tugging he felt in his veins. As if he was steel being pulled towards a giant magnet. Mackie attempted to disregard it, but he couldn\'t, the undertow was too strong. It wasn\'t painful, in fact it was quite arousing. And as he let himself be drawn in and moved in the direction of that delicious tugging, Mackie grew more and more hot, his blood practically boiling in his veins.

When his destination turned out to be the Nocturne, Mackie wasn\'t the least surprised. By now, his dick was so hard that he thought he was gonna explode. All his senses were hyperaware, especially his sense of smell. The line to get into the club was halfway around the block and Mackie swore he could smell them all. Smell their perfume, their sweat. But the scent that overpowered everything else was that already familiar sweetness underneath their skin that made Mackie\'s tongue run across his dry lips.

Mackie finally knew what he was hungry for and being here didn\'t help matters. If anything, he\'d deteriorated drastically since they got into the Old Quarter. But he\'d rather starve to death. Once he gave into \"fevered blood\" it was only a matter of time until he went insane. Just like generations of his family had.

He suddenly doubled over; fuck it was getting worse, as if his body was punishing him for not feeding the craving that was so strong, Mackie could think of nothing else now.

Fuck maybe if he got drunk enough, he could numb this fever in his blood. There had to be a bar here and he wasn\'t about to wait in line. Omegans never waited in line and Mackie was an Omegan. He was an Omegan. He\'d repeat that mantra to himself over and over again until he believed it. In the meantime, it was time to get piss in his pants drunk.

The Nocturne had to have a backdoor and that is how Mackie would get in. He moved to the back of the building and saw a huge door. Something told Mackie that the door wouldn’t be locked. They wouldn\'t go through all the trouble to lure him here if they meant to lock him out. The door was made of pure steel but Mackie easily opened it anyway, walking inside and shutting it behind him.

Wall-shaking, thundering techno pounded in Mackie\'s ears as he walked past a stockroom, filled with cheap wine and liquor towards the bar but as he walked past the dancefloor, he heard some boy call out to him, \"Dance with me?\"

Mackie wasn\'t much of a dancer but he liked what he was looking at. Ever since he started sleeping with Morgan with the occasional fuck with Brodie, he\'d developed a taste for blond boys and this boy was no exception. Especially one this pretty. Mackie usually let boys come to him, he wasn\'t the seducing type but he was still so hot and bothered, he was ready to drag this boy to the men\'s room and fuck him on the floor.

Not like him at all but he approached the boy on the dance floor. \"Depends on what kind of dance you have in mind,\" Mackie replied softly.

The boy grinned. \"Probably the same kind you have in mind.\"

Mackie wasn\'t one for small talk and let his body do the talking like he usually did. He cupped the boy\'s cheek with one hand, leaned over and kissed him passionately. The boy returned the kiss with the same passion and they made out for a while, on the dance floor, dancing so close to each other that they were dry-fucking on the dance floor.

He\'d never felt so horny in his life, never felt so out of control and never wanted someone he didn’t know as much as he did now. Mackie frantically kissed the boy\'s ears, his cheeks and his neck, where he could feel the warm pulsing under his lips. He tried to pull his head away but he couldn\'t, the scent was driving him crazy and before he knew it, he was sucking hard at the boy\'s throat, the boy\'s yelping pain getting Mackie even hotter. Then the skin broke and a few drops of blood hit his tongue and he suddenly heard swearing.

\"Ela! You some kind of idiot?!\" the voice suddenly demanded before he grabbed Mackie by the shoulders and dragged him off the dance floor. \"You don\'t fucking snack on a clubber on the dance floor, *malaka*!\"

Mackie struggled expecting to easily break free. But he couldn\'t. Whoever had grabbed him was even stronger than he was. He was dragged right to the bar where he was thrown down on to one of the seats. \"It\'s not like you\'ll keep much of it down anyway, pal.\" Mackie looked and saw a boy that had to be somewhere between Fredo\'s and Morgan\'s age. \"I know you feel like shit, poulaki, but I\'ve got something that\'ll make you feel better.\"

Something weird was going on. Not just because the boy, who had to be the bartender, knew what Mackie was about to do. Not just because the bartender was able to stop Mackie without even breaking a sweat. Not even because of the fact that the boy had the same ethnic background as Mackie. No, what was really weird was that the attraction Mackie felt for him made the horniness Mackie had with the \"clubber\" seem like absolutely nothing. And not just because he was also blond.

In fact, Mackie realized it was the same attraction that had drawn him here, that same heat in his veins. As if he was reading Mackie\'s thoughts or more likely, his body language, the boy grinned wickedly. \"It\'s mutual,\" he murmured, his fingers brushing against Mackie\'s lips and just that simple contact sparked electricity that sizzled straight to Mackie\'s cock. Startlingly icy fingers but that didn\'t make his touch any less arousing.

\"What\'re you doing to me?\" Mackie asked softly as the boy\'s fingers were replaced by the tip of his just as frosty tongue.

The boy\'s lips grazed Mackie\'s, causing Mackie\'s head to swim with lust, making him so dizzy that the only thing stopping him from falling off the barstool was the bartender\'s grip on Mackie\'s upper arms. \"I\'m kissing you,\" the blond boy replied with amusement before kissing Mackie harder than he\'d ever been kissed and Mackie could taste a sudden cold sweetness on the boy\'s lips that he instinctively sucked at.

Until he realized that the bartender had bitten his own lips and Mackie was sucking the blood from them.

Mackie regained his senses and angrily pushed the bartender away. \"What the fuck do you think you\'re doing?\" he growled.

\"Giving you what you need,\" the bartender calmly answered. Then he smiled knowingly. \"You want more?\"

\"No!\" Mackie rose to get up but the blond boy moved lightning fast and pushed Mackie back down. \"You\'re fucking sick.\"

\"Actually,\" the bartender grinned and Mackie thought he saw something sharp that had no business in any human mouth, \"I\'m a lot more than that. And so are you.\" His eyes narrowed. \"You look real familiar. A lot like my-\"

\"A lot like your what?\" another voice interrupted the bartender. Mackie\'s head turned in the direction of the voice and his mouth dropped open. His mouth was pouty and he had a mop of curls but his eyes and hair coloring was the same as Fredo\'s. As Mackie himself. And now that he looked at the bartender, he could see that both he and the other boy had Mackie\'s honeyed coloring. And the closer the other boy moved towards Mackie, he experienced the familiar feeling of his blood boiling in his veins. \"Like me?\" he whispered, smirking.

\"Yeah,\" the bartender affirmed, \"a lot like you.\"

The dark curled boy had a long necked wine bottle filled with what looked like homemade wine in his hand. After ripping the cork out with his teeth, he spat it out. \"Not the real thing but it\'ll do for now,\" he said before taking a long swig. \"This,\" he cocked his head towards the blond boy before taking another swig, \"is my cousin Dimitri. And I\'m Angelo.\" He licked lips stained red from the wine, only Mackie could instantly smell it wasn\'t just wine.

Another sick fuck.


\"Don\'t I get any?\" Dimitri demanded.

Angelo grinned. \"You hunting with me after you\'re off duty, *agapi mou*?\"

\"Just us?\" Dimitri snatched the bottle and drank some of the wine that wasn\'t just wine.

\"Well, that depends on our new friend,\" Angelo said nonchalantly. Then his eyes gleamed. \"What do you call yourself, lover?\"

Mackie stared. \"None of your fucking business!\" He tried to get up again but this time it was Angelo holding him there. Both cousins were stronger than he was.

\"What\'s your name?\" Dimitri chimed in.

\"Fuck you both!\"

Angelo smirked. \"If you play your cards right. I\'ll ask you one more time, my friend.\" The smirk faded and Angelo had a deadly serious expression. \"*Pos se lene*?\" he said, asking the same question he\'d asked a moment ago, only in Greek.

Mackie could have pretended he didn\'t understand but he knew it wouldn\'t work. He was busted. He sighed. \"Makis,\" he answered, using the name he hadn\'t been known by since his father kicked him out. \"Eimai Makis.\"

Dimitri raised an eyebrow. \"Elinika? Like us?\"

\"Oh like us alright.\" Angelo\'s lips curled into an evil smile. (And I\'ll bet he can hear me, can\'t you, Makis.) Angelo was speaking very, very softly now. Like a whisper softly. But with no breath of a whisper. No breath at all. (And he is like us. In fact,) Angelo kissed Mackie – he\'d ALWAYS be Mackie – on both cheeks, (Makis is family.)

Mackie laughed and shook his head. \"You both are fucking nuts!\" Then repeated in Greek, \"Fucking nuts!\"

(And you\'re fucking lying to yourself,) Dimitri said in that same soft non whisper that Angelo used. He turned to his cousin. (Should\'ve known he was family, he feels almost as good as you.) He leaned over and kissed Angelo hard on the mouth before the two of them started making out even more passionately than Morgan and Brodie.

Now was the time for him to leave. Mackie got off the seat but the two boys seized him before he could run. Only they weren\'t hurting him, Dimitri was devouring Mackie\'s mouth and Angelo was lifting Mackie\'s shirt and sucking his nipples.

This was like nothing he\'d ever felt before. He liked Morgan, loved sex with him but not enough to ever initiate it. But this…. this was like extreme ecstasy burning through every nerve ending in his body and they hadn\'t even really had sex yet. Mackie was riding a wave of lust with electricity crackling at every lick of Angelo\'s tongue and drowning in lust as Dimitri\'s kiss grew deeper.

And Mackie knew why. He could feel why. It was because Angelo was telling the truth. They were his family. And they all shared the same fevered blood.


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