Wolverines

When Hunter woke up, he felt groggy and nauseated.

He remembered the window being punched in, glass exploding all around him and being dragged out the window by a fully shifted werewolf. He’d been tossed over the giant beast’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes before experiencing total terror as the creature jumped down from the seventh story window and plummeted towards the ground.

The werewolf had snickered at the tight way Hunter clung during and after the fall before tossing him into the back of a black van. He only had a moment to be disoriented before a foul tasting cloth was shoved against his mouth until everything went black.

The whole thing, minus the werewolf, was so stereotypical kidnapping scenario he wanted to vomit. Seriously, weren’t Vampires supposed to be frighteningly efficient predators that used their centuries of knowledge and experience to advantage? Well, he thought, maybe you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks after all.

Well, not that he was any better for getting caught in the first place.

Hunter tried to rub his eyes, freezing when he heard metal clattering and felt the handcuff on his wrist. He peered up, finding himself handcuffed to a pair of handcuffs, which was handcuffed to a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs that was handcuffed to the tackiest bronze metal head board Hunter had ever seen. It looked like a nightmare directly out of the 80’s.

“Hello, human.” A male voice purred at him. Actually fucking purred. Hunter started and sat upright on the bed, glaring at the figure hiding in the shadows of what looked like a hotel room.

“Hey.” Hunter replied, leaning back on the metal headboard.

“I must say, I’m so glad you decided to open your window. It was delightfully stupid of you, and we were pleasantly surprised.” The man continued. He was sitting in a bulky chair, leaning back so Hunter couldn’t see his face.

Unfortunately, the man was correct. It had been pretty damn stupid, and Hunter wasn’t going to deny it. He sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his free hand. His mouth still tasted and smelled like chemicals from what was probably chloroform. He winkled his nose and frowned at the shadow man, “Can you at least come sit where I can see you? You may as well have borrowed this entire scene straight from a movie.”

The man hesitated before shrugging his broad shoulders and getting up, stepping into the light. He held his arms away from his body and did a little spin. He was a gruff looking man with an eye patch and side burns. Hunter didn’t have to be a genius to know who he was.

“That better, human? You like what you see?” The Vampire known as Miles leered at him. Hunter’s face twisted in disgust before he could hide it, and the Vampire laughed.

“Oh yes, that’s right.” The Vampire’s grin widened. It was a grin that could best be described as devious and perverted. In truth it reminded Hunter of Amon, but without his redeeming qualities. “You like dark meat.”

Hunter’s lip curled, “You’re disgusting. What do you want from me?”

Miles snorted, “That much should be obvious. I’m going to use you as bait to lure my Blood Brother to me, of course. It’s one O’clock PM… Which means I’ve got plenty of time to rough you up and provoke Amon before nightfall.”

“… Nice. Real nice.” Hunter frowned. He didn’t want to piss the Vampire off anymore than was strictly necessary, but it was obvious Miles was going to do whatever he wanted anyways regardless of any input from Hunter. “So what is it, then? You’re gonna beat me up and then what? Take shitty web cam pictures of me bleeding and post it up on that gay forum you bloodsuckers are all obsessed with?”

Miles’ gaze darkened, “It’s not gay.”

Hunter’s plan to not piss Miles off too much went out the window, “Not gay? Have you even read half the stuff up there? Because I have. It’s all flaming and trolling, which is cool, but then you guys get all butthurt when people make fun of your shitty poetry or your stupid samurai sword collections.”

Hunter, of course, had no way of knowing that he was hitting extremely close to home.

“My poetry is my art.” Miles hissed, fangs bared as he stalked closer. Hunter shrank back a bit. Oh shit. “And so what if I’m a collector? I collect many things, not just Asian weaponry. In fact, I think I might like to start collecting the body parts of cute red heads.”

“Fuck it.” Miles glared down at Hunter as he made it to the side of the bed, “I was just gonna slap you around a little, but now I’ve got something else in mind.” He ran his tongue over his fangs.

Shit. Hunter’s only means of defending himself was his telekinesis, which wasn’t strong enough to hold him back for long, and he certainly wasn’t going to have the frame of mind to do anything if Miles bit him.

But he wasn’t going to let Miles use him to get to Amon. He wasn’t going to be some helpless damsel in distress. He wasn’t. So, throwing caution to the wind, he twisted and kicked out with the intention of nailing Miles in the balls. The Vampire grabbed him by the ankle and twisted hard, which fucking hurt. Half on his side, and half on his belly, he had Miles’ laptop in his sight. Grimacing against the pain and trying not to make a sound, he reached out with his mind until the laptop began to quiver. He grunted as Miles squeezed his Achilles tendon and waved his hand at the computer. It probably looked like a pain induced useless arm flop to Miles, but it helped solidify what he wanted to do with his mind into reality, and the laptop flew across the room and smashed into the wall.

Miles whirled at the sound, dropping Hunter’s leg. The human scooched across the bed as far as the handcuffs would allow him and pulled his legs protectively close to his body.

Miles froze, seeing white for a few moments as his precious laptop lay destroyed on the ground.

“You… Little… Fucker.” He managed. “All of my… All of my poetry…”

Hunter gulped, fear hardening into a large lump in his stomach. Nothing he could say or do was going to stop Miles from completely wrecking him now. He was such a fuck up, but he didn’t regret a thing… Yet.

“Well… Poetry is for fags anyways.” Hunter whispered.

Miles turned to look at him, seeming oddly calm after his near rage black-out. “Oh yeah?” He asked softly.

“Oh yeah. Super, ultra, mega faggots.” The human agreed.

“You wanna know what else faggots do?”

“Tell me.”

“Suck my cock with no teeth.” Miles hissed. Hunter could barely hear him over the hammering of his own heart.

“Good thing I’m not a faggot like you, then.” Hunter tried to keep his voice even as Miles got on the bed and crawled towards him. He didn’t try and get away; he was cuffed to the bed and there was no where to go anyways.

Miles yanked the human across the rest of the distance between them and straddled him.

“I’m really going to enjoy this, you know. Faggot or not, I’m going to make you beg, and then I’m going to bleed you dry.” Miles reached down, toying with the buttons on Hunter’s shirt. His arms tensed and Hunter said,

“Don’t.”

Miles gave him a mocking look, “Don’t?”

“I really like this shirt.” Hunter whispered. He was scared, but he couldn’t help it. And dammit, he did like that shirt, and he knew Miles was planning on just ripping it to shreds. Which might be hot if it were Amon and a shirt he didn’t care about, but – no, so not going there. But, if he was going to be mauled and killed he at least wanted to have his shirt in okay condition. It was fucking stupid, but it was all he had just then.

“I really liked my laptop.” Miles pointed out, tugging a little on the collar of the shirt.

“Yeah, well. Your laptop got your e-penis stroked but this shirt has gotten my real penis stroked.” Hunter curled his hands into fists so they wouldn’t look quite so shaky.

“Mmm.” Miles seemed to agree, leering down at him. This entire situation was way too fucked up for Hunter’s tastes. Miles grinned a little and started undoing the buttons on Hunter’s shirt, one by one until it was completely open and Hunter’s white undershirt was totally exposed. Miles hooked one of his sharp nails in the undershirt’s collar and dragged it down the entire length of the shirt, opening it up like a zipper and exposing the human’s chest and stomach.

“That shit ain’t right.” Hunter commented, goosebumps forming all over him from nerves and cool air as he was exposed, “Those are faggot nails.”

He instinctively sucked in his chest and stomach as the Vampire’s head descended towards him. Miles grazed his fangs along Hunter’s ribs, causing the human to shiver involuntarily. His body started to get aroused and pump endorphins at the promise of a bite. God, when had he become so conditioned that he’d give it up for anyone with fangs? He was like a junkie.

Miles’ one eye gleamed up at him as he grinned, “That’s where he bites you then, is it?” Hunter was confused for a moment, until he realized he’d tipped his head over to the right and arched a little, like he was offering the left side of his neck. He hadn’t even realized he’d done it.

Miles crawled up the length of his body and buried his face in the crook of Hunter’s neck, inhaling deeply and resting his weight down on the prone human. “Your fear smells so sweet.” He murmured.

“That is such a tacky Vampire thing to say.” Hunter countered, trying to keep some measure of control of himself. But he couldn’t stop the slight shake in his voice. His breath hitched when Miles nipped his throat and shoved his knee between his thighs, pressing up against him. Fuck, he was getting hard.

“You don’t seem to mind too much, faggot.” Miles grinned at him once before sinking his teeth into Hunter’s pale neck. Hunter whimpered as pleasure coursed through him, body arching against the Vampire as his saliva hit Hunter’s blood stream. He’d rather barf then let Miles touch him, but his body didn’t seem to give a shit as long as it was getting Vamp spit.

His breath caught in his throat as Miles began sucking hard, almost ripping the blood from his veins in a way that Amon – who liked to tease and taste – hadn’t done before. Hunter didn’t like the thought that Miles was sucking him dry, but his body seemed thrilled with the idea and as pleasure turned to ecstasy his body also decided to turn off his ability to think.

He was moaning freely, and grinding his hips into the one-eyed Vampire, holding on as if his life depending on it.

And in a way, it did.

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A/N Okaayyyy, so that was a long time coming, but here's two chapters in one sitting! The honest truth is that I have multiple writing projects going right now, which if you're really curious you can find at johanne.deviantart.com *shameless pimpage* Of course the downside is that unless you're a member you can't see like half my writing there =/

The even more honest truth is that I really didn't like the last couple chapters as much, and I'm back to working full time now that school is over so I've been mega burned out. BUT I did really like this chapter, and it's reminded me of why I totally love Hunter <3 That sarcastic little dumbass.

@JtheChosen1: Hunter is pissed off, but he THINKS he's angry. =D I hope these two chapters make up for my long absence xoxox