Wolverines

Hunter groaned and stumbled, grabbing onto a Stop sign and leaning heavily against it. He clutched at it for dear life as his body started shaking again. He was worried that if he loosened his grip for even an instant he’d hit the ground.

He swallowed deeply and closed his eyes, letting his forehead rest down on the chilled metal post. People were milling about, cars whirring past. Thankfully it was a Saturday night downtown, and so if people noticed a rather drunk seeming young man, it was hardly a shock.

He took a deep breath and stopped consider what he knew, and what he did not. He knew that he felt totally wasted, for starters. Not wasted as in inebriated or intoxicated. Wasted as in… Euphoric. He had to wonder if he had been drugged with Ecstasy or something similar, because everything felt amazing... Even his neck.

His neck he’d noticed when he’d first woken up on the strange couch. It throbbed and burned with the strangest mixture of pleasure-pain he’d ever experienced. Every time he reached up to touch the tender most spot of his neck he experienced waves of pleasure. The harder he touched, the more pressure he used, the better it felt.

The more it hurt afterwards.

Hunter clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to reach up and poke at his neck again.

When he’d first discovered these new found sensations in his throat, he’d prodded at what he realized were tiny wounds until he almost came in his pants. His hand had come away bloody before he’d realized what he’d done.

He groaned softly. Even just remembering made him ache again. At the time he hadn’t even cared that he had no idea where he was or how he’d gotten there. He’d apparently been jumped, drugged, and dragged off and dumped on a couch in a reasonable apartment that smelled more like pot than his hippy uncle’s old bean bag chair had.

He’d been totally exhausted and couldn’t stop shaking, but he’d forced himself to get on his feet and stumble to the door. Whoever had brought him there had been nowhere in sight, and Hunter hadn’t been willing to wait around for them to make an appearance.

Hunter clung even tighter to the Stop sign, totally unselfconscious. Let anyone watch if they cared to; he needed to get back in control of himself before he even considered going anywhere. He hadn’t been this bad when he’d first left that apartment, but now he felt almost immobilized. His sweaty palms slid on the metal pole and he was grinding his hips forward against it before he could stop himself. Something was really wrong here.

“And here I thought you managed to not fuck up the Binding, but I guess you pulled it off.” Hunter started at the biting, female voice sounding behind him. He opened an eye and peeked over his shoulder.

The young woman was willow thin and dainty, with enormous chocolate brown eyes and waist length strawberry blond hair. She had her fists on her hips and glared at Hunter as though he were something disgusting stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

“…. Wha?” Was about all Hunter managed to get out. He felt like has on fire, could feel the blood pulsing and swelling in throbbing in two spots: his neck, and his dick.

“He’s articulate, too.” The young woman sneered at him, “Fantastic.”

“Be nice,” The world tilted unsteadily as a male voice happily cried out those two words. He shivered uncontrollably and looked for the new voice. The owner of it was tall and dark, with a beak like nose and harsh cheek bones. He looked villainous in the night shadows but his tone was friendly. He strode closer, and Hunter thought he might fall down, “It’s okay.” The dark young man grinned crookedly, “I’m a dumbass, and I forgot to finish the Bond, that’s all.”

That’s all? Hunter could have hit him.

“So your body still thinks it’s being fed on. Kind of. That’s why you feel all melty and shit. C’mere, I’ll fix you right up.” His eyes lit up with something strange as he reached out. Hunter fought every instinct he had that told him to hop right into the… Man’s… Arms.

“N-no! Get… Away…” Hunter shook his head and clung on to the Stop sign as if his life depended on it. And if what he thought was going on was actually going on then it probably kind of did.

The man’s – no, not man. Definitely not a man. Men didn’t “feed” on other men. The creature’s face fell. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said defensively, drawing closer again.

“Don’t!” Hunter hissed before the creature’s hand could touch him.

Paige stood back and watched. She couldn’t help but feel a little impressed, and a little amused, and very interested. It took some kind of will to get up and walk away from a Vampire of their Strain while the body still thought it was being fed on. And not only had he gotten away and made them chase after him for a solid two hours, but he was still trying to fight Amon off. She’d never seen anything like it. It figured that Amon of all people would get a challenge like this as his first Thrall. It was inconvenient, but kind of hilarious.

And if that wasn’t enough, when Paige reached out with her telepathy Amon’s Thrall’s own power reacted and touched back. Amon’s human wasn’t just stubborn as hell, he was also a telepath.

Only Amon was dumb enough to see such a deadly creature and decide he was sweet and lovey and take him home without considering the consequences.

Paige sighed and rubbed her temples. She felt sick and cranky now that her high had worn off. Sometimes she hated the ultra fast Vampire metabolism.

“Amon,” She muttered under her breath, knowing full well he could hear her, “We don’t have time for this. Take him and let’s go home.”

Amon looked over at her and signed. He ran a hand through his short, black hair. “Yeah, okay.” He closed the distance between he and his Thrall and clamped a hand over his mouth. He snaked the other arm around his waist to hold him still as he pressed against his back and lapped at the still bloody wound in the side of his neck.

Hunter’s cry was muffled by Amon’s large hand. His knees gave out as Amon’s mouth closed over the bite; no teeth this time, just tongue and lips. Amon gave his neck a brief, hard suck, pleased at the needy whimper it dragged from his Thrall. He held the human up easily against him as Hunter lost track of self and time for a while. Nothing mattered at the moment but the mouth fused to his neck.

“No wonder they get addicted to us,” Hunter could only hear the words distantly as he was scooped into someone’s arms. He felt like he was falling down a tunnel, and closed his eyes groggily. “Is it always like this? I think he orgasmed like twice.”

“He’ll adapt to it more than you think. The first time always blows them away. Now come on, let’s take him home.”

And then there was darkness.