Sons of Midnight

Here it is the second part. I've been working on this story since October of last year (yeah, that long) and will upload what I have if you guys like the story so far. Oh, and for folks that may remember me for Gravity of Love I've picked it up again and plan to put some clousure to it finally. Woo-hoo!

Anywho, enjoy and let me know what you think. ^_^

Sons of Midnight
Chapter 2: Red Milk


They slept deeply through the morning and it was Zavier who woke first in mid-afternoon. He didn't mind since that ended up being one less meal they had to worry about. He hugged Desmond closer to him, enjoying the warmth from his body and moved strands of hair from the sleeping face. Zavier never paid much attention to himself but he knew Desmond was beautiful. He had that warm caring personality that usually saw the cup half full, even when life was throwing its worst at them. He looked at the perfect cherub nose and soft puckering lips and knew they were his too, but he still believed his twin was prettier.

"I love you," Zavier whispered and gave Desmond's forehead a soft kiss. Before he realized what he was doing he planted a kiss on Desmond's nose and then his lips. Zavier shrunk back and held his mouth. Where had that come from? He would never put sex and Desmond together but by the growing hardness between his legs it was clear his body thought otherwise.

As if sensing his brother was upset, Desmond stirred and opened his puffy eyes. "Avie? You okay?"

"I should be asking you that," Zavier snapped back and scrambled away so Desmond wouldn't feel his erection.

Desmond sat up. "What's the matter with you?"

Zavier got up from the floor. "Nothing! I'll go get you some water."

He ran off to what was left of the kitchen, cleaned out a glass the best he could and filled it with water from the sink. When he came back Desmond was poking at the remaining store bought food, his eyes nearly wild with hunger.

"Wait before you try to eat again," Zavier said and took the sandwiches away.

"I'll only try a little bit," Desmond protested. "You have no idea what it feels like, Zavier! To be so fucking hungry!"

Zavier grew angry at the sound of Desmond's raised voice. He threw the food at his twin. "Fine, eat and get sick again like you always do! I'm trying the best I can, Desmond! I don't know what else to do!"

A small crack filled the room and Zavier was shocked to see he was gripping the glass cup so tightly it broke in his hand. The water spilled on the floor and shards of glass were now protruding out of Zavier's palm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Zavier hissed. Desmond rushed to his side and carefully removed the glass while his brother cursed and stomped.

"Keep still, idiot," Desmond hissed. With the last pieces of glass gone, Zavier's hand was a bleeding mess. It was strange because Desmond swore he could smell the blood and it smelled…delicious.

"H-hey," Zavier stammered, "what are you doing, Des?"

Desmond wasn't listening. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears and the steady beat of Zavier's as blood was pumped out of his hand. It was a dizzying and seductive mixture and he dreamily lifted Zavier's hand to his mouth and gave it one long lick. The moment blood hit his tongue his eyes widened from the sudden rush it gave him. He drank at Zavier's wounds slowly, both shocked and afraid that something could taste that good.

Zavier was too shocked to move but it was only when he felt a shiver run through him that the fear returned. He snatched his hand away and ran out of the room, wanting to be as far away from what happened as possible. He ended up in the other side of the house, huddled in a corner while staring at his bleeding hand. He pulled off his shirt and used it to apply pressure to the cuts to stop the bleeding and hoped that Desmond wouldn't follow him.

"Zavier?" came a soft worried voice from down the hall.

"Go away!"

"I don't know why I did that," Desmond said, "I'm sorry. You just tasted….I mean the blood…I—"

"Shut up, shut up!" Zavier shouted. What was he really running from? The fact that Desmond drank his blood? Or how good it had felt?

Desmond eased into the empty room and sat in front of his brother. "I'm not that hungry anymore," he whispered.

Zavier blinked. "The blood did that?"

Desmond nodded. "I don't know how but I feel better, better than I've felt in weeks. Just a little more, Avie? Please?"

Zavier slowly removed his t-shirt from his hand and offered it to his brother. They looked into each other's eyes and the feeling was the same. Curiosity mixed with fear. Desmond calmly lowered his head and nibbled at the wounds to get them bleeding again and drank slowly. Zavier felt the blood being pulled from him and he moaned. Something was happening inside him and the more Desmond drank from him the better the feeling got. When Desmond finally stopped drinking, the brothers were panting and another emotion was bouncing back and forth between them. Lust.

Zavier grabbed his brother's face and kissed him as hard and passionately as he could. Desmond whimpered from the force of it and tried his best to copy what Zavier was doing with his tongue. It wasn't until he was pushed down on the floor that Desmond gave Zavier a soft push.

"Avie, I've never done this," he whispered.

Of course he hadn't. Whenever a body was needed for currency it was always Zavier that sacrificed and put his ass on the line, literally. It wasn't something Zavier was bitter about, since his brother's safety outweighed his concern for himself.

"I forgot," Zavier replied truthfully. He shook himself out of the heavy fog of lust long enough to calmly remove Desmond's shirt, unbutton his jeans and pull them off. Although Zavier was by far the more sexually active one his encounters usually left him on the taking side. It started with the headmaster at the orphanage when he was ten and Mr. Dwight had done little to prepare Zavier's small body. And the countless men afterwards were the same, tearing into Zavier until he cried or bled. No, he didn't want that for Desmond. He remembered what Mr. Dwight had done and reached beneath Desmond to ease one finger past that puckered hole.
Desmond hissed but allowed his brother to do whatever he wanted. He forced himself to relax his muscles and Zavier's finger gradually slipped inside. The finger moved in and out of him slowly and soon another finger joined it. The pain was far less that time and he knew Zavier was doing this to help make him ready for something much bigger.

Zavier wished he had more experience to help Desmond but that was the best he could do. He shed his jeans and positioned himself on top of his twin.

"What's happening to us, Avie?" Desmond whispered. His body felt like it was on fire and the only thing he knew could help it was Zavier.

"I don't know," Zavier replied softly. He lowered himself as carefully as he could inside Desmond, pushing his cock into his brother's tight warm hole.

Desmond shrieked and clutched onto Zavier as the pain shot through his body and nearly snuffed out all the lust he had. Zavier stopped moving, giving Desmond time to adjust, and distracted him with tender kisses over his face.
"It doesn't stay like this," Zavier promised and began moving his hips slowly.

A few more pained minutes gradually led into another sensation. The fire had returned and Desmond gasped as with every thrust Zavier's cock rubbed against something deep inside him.
"Oh god," Desmond panted and his nails dug into Zavier's back.

The pain made Zavier moan and his thrusts quickened; being less careful now that he sensed Desmond was truly enjoying it. That strange double dose of pleasure was there again and Zavier realized it was not only his but Desmond's he was feeling. He embraced the metal link, driving deeper in Desmond and pushing his rapture back to his brother. Desmond gasped as he felt an overwhelming wave of lust, desire and love and lifted his hips to encourage his twin to go even harder.

They were swept away in their own private world as their bodies moved on their own accord almost as if they were driven by instinct. Nails dug into flesh while teeth bit and gnawed; doing anything to draw blood. They drank from each other as the sex turned near manic; Zavier was desperately ramming himself inside his twin while Desmond scratched and bit into his shoulder. Orgasm was more like an explosion than a release and the brothers nearly lost consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure tore through them.

Zavier looked down at his brother and smiled. "We should have done this sooner."

Desmond returned the smile. "Does that mean we'll be doing it again?"

"Oh yeah," Zavier purred and lapped at the drops of blood on Desmond's chin.

Desmond went still. "Avie? What about the other part? The blood part?"

The other boy sighed, "You just had to ruin the moment didn't you?"

Zavier got off Desmond and went into the bathroom and the next thing Desmond heard was a loud shout. He scrambled off the floor and ran after his brother only to find him staring wildly at his hand.

"Does it still hurt? Let me see it." Desmond grabbed Zavier's hand but there wasn't a wound in sight. Thinking he was holding the wrong hand he examined the other and again found not even a scratch.

"What the fuck is happening?" Zavier hissed.


"Blood," Desmond whispered more to himself than his twin. "It's the blood."

Zavier tended to be the one to come up with plans and figure out how they were going to survive but he wasn't the best "on your feet" type of thinker. Desmond liked to throw everything together, making guesses until he ended up being right. And in this case, he solved part of the mystery with his first try.

"I wasn't sick, Avie" Desmond began slowly, "I just wasn't giving my body what it wanted."

"But why does your stomach want blood instead of food? And why is my hand healed?"

Desmond shrugged. "I don't have a clue, Zavier. All I know is that for the first time in weeks, I'm not hungry."
He grew silent as he saw that look on Zavier's face that meant he was thinking; doing his usual thing of putting the pieces together neatly before he tried to solve the problem.

"Tonight when you get hungry again we'll test it," he decided. "I'll eat food and then you can drink from me. If I'm not enough then, we'll find someone who will be."

Silence crept into the room and the brothers looked at each other as they made an unspoken decision to kill.

"What do we do now?" Desmond asked softly. "Just…wait until I get hungry?"

"You may not be hungry, but I am," Zavier mumbled. He went back into the main room that they slept in and grabbed the sandwich he had thrown at Desmond earlier. He ripped off the plastic and nearly inhaled the meat and bread. He lay down on his back, staring up at the dirty ceiling and wondered what was going to happen to them now.

"Stop thinking so hard, Avie," Desmond whispered and instead of sitting on the floor next to Zavier, he straddled his lap.

Zavier sighed. "I can't help it. Thinking hard is exactly what has kept us going this long."

"You're the smart one, Zavier," Desmond replied automatically to appease his twin, "you know that."

"If I was so smart we wouldn't be living like this," Zavier mumbled.

"You do your best to take care of us, that's all I want," Desmond soothed. What he really wanted Zavier didn't seem to have his mind on but with a bit of initiative Desmond was sure he could change that. He slowly began to rock his hips back and forth. They were still naked and Desmond's hardening member brushed along Zavier's.

"Again?" Zavier teased but he was feeling the rush of heat between his legs the more Desmond moved above him.

"Tell me you don't want to," Desmond replied coyly.

"Of course I—" Zavier froze as he felt something in his abdomen clench up like a violent slamming of a door. His throat down to his gut burned and by the time he realized what was happening, it left him with only seconds to push Desmond off and rush to the bathroom.

Desmond followed his brother and stood calmly outside the door as he listened to Zavier's retching. He would have been terrified if the last hour had never happened but now he was actually relieved. The sound of running water followed and Zavier didn't emerge from the bathroom until nearly twenty minutes later. He stumbled out, ignoring Desmond's offered hand, and went into the room with the small trunk. Desmond silently shadowed his brother, unsure what he was up to.

Zavier was already in his leather pants and was pulling his shirt over his head when Desmond entered the room. Still, his twin refused to talk to him.

"Avie?" Desmond asked softly. "Avie? What are you doing? Where did you get those clothes?"

"These are the clothes I have when I go out and do what got you that food," he snapped. "Food that you didn't even need. I let that guy do that to me for nothing."

Desmond's lip trembled. "I'm sorry. You never have to do that again, I promise. Please, Avie, tell me what's wrong."
"It's starting," Zavier whispered. "I can feel it."

Zavier felt warm arms wrap around him from behind and he tried to escape but Desmond wouldn't let him. "It's just us," Desmond soothed, "it's okay, Avie."

The tighter Desmond hugged him, the harder it was for Zavier not to cry. He wasn't angry at his brother or bitter about using his body for food; he was just a scared kid lashing out. The pain was there now in the pit of his stomach, serving as a warning that it would get far worse if it was ignored.

"I don't know what to do," Zavier admitted as he sniffed back tears. It was his worst fear because it meant he had no control and without that he and Desmond were truly helpless.

"Yes you do," Desmond replied, "we know what's going on if not why. You're feeling the pain just like I was, at least now you know what you need. What WE need. You'll take care of us, you always do."

Zavier relaxed into his twin's arms. "Are you….hungry?"

Desmond nuzzled at Zavier's neck. "A little bit."

Zavier composed himself and when he pulled away Desmond let him. "We have to go out and get it. It's not like we can feed each other. We need a plan. First thing is to get you better clothes."

"Why?"

Zavier rolled his eyes. "You think a guy is going to want to fuck you wearing the clothes you have?"

Desmond's eyes went wide. "What does fu---sex have to do with it?"

"How else do you think we're going to get him alone? He's not going to just let us tear open his neck either. We're going to need a knife to cut enough so we can drink but not go overboard. We have to do this carefully so we don't get caught."

Desmond nodded and quietly got dressed. He knew that Zavier wouldn't lead them astray and told himself it was okay if he didn't completely understand the plan. Zavier led and he followed; that's how they survived for years so it was just second nature for Desmond to not question his twin. They left the house, afraid and unsure but underneath it all was excitement.


Okay, that's it for now. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you liked it.
Later, Peccavi