Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 3: Hunger Pains

Nearly an hour later they managed to steal new clothes for Desmond and Zavier had his brother change in a dark alleyway. When they emerged, Desmond was tugging at his light blue sleeveless shirt and was trying to adjust to having such snug jeans hugging his body. Zavier finally had enough and slapped Desmond's fidgeting hands.

"Will you stop it?" he hissed. "No one is going to approach us with you acting like a spaz!"

Desmond flinched as if burned from Zavier's harsh tone. "I'm hungry too, you know," he mumbled, "no need to be so mean."

Zavier instantly softened and leaned forward to give his brother a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry, Desie. Just try to stop yanking at your clothes, okay?"

Desmond nodded and Zavier took his hand and pulled him down the street. He made sure Des stayed close to his side while they waited on the corner, letting their first meal come to them.

"Twins? You don't see that everyday down here." A man said as he approached them.

Zavier smiled, taking control since he had more experience. "I usually go solo but I'm letting my brother have a taste of the action."

Desmond retreated further behind his twin, clearly uncomfortable with the seduction even if it was going to lead to a full stomach. The man noticed and he focused on him.

"Don't be so scared, fella, I'll take good care of you both," the man purred. "I promise. How's a nice cozy hotel room sound?"

"Sounds just fine," Zavier answered for them, "that is if you have six hundred credits."

"Six hundred! Your asses aren't made out of gold!"

"Three hundred apiece," Zavier said calmly. "Where else are you going to get two young twins like us…one of them a virgin?" Of course the last part was a lie but Desmond was acting the part so perfectly Zavier couldn't help but seize the opportunity.

The man grinned and was already hailing a cab. "Come with me, darlings."

Zavier kept a close eye on the man as they rode silently in the car. Of course he had to sit between the lecherous adult and Desmond since he sensed a danger lurking under the man's smile.

"Where are we going?" Zavier asked.

"To a little motel not far from here," the man answered, "perfect for what we want. You kids call me Theo."

Not his real name, a little voice said in the back of Zavier's head. He wasn't sure how he knew the guy was lying but decided to do the same just to play it safe.

"Fred," Zavier said quickly and nodded towards his brother. "He's Ben."

"Fred and Ben, huh?" Theo muttered. Whether 'Theo' believed him or not wasn't clear since he said nothing else, perhaps silenced by his own dishonesty.

They arrived at the motel minutes later and Theo instructed the twins to wait by the front door while he paid the cabbie for the trip. Along with the charged fare Theo gave the driver a little extra to forget he was there. Zavier frowned when he saw this but quickly looked away when Theo walked over to them. He went to Zavier and handed him what appeared to be one hundred credits.

"That's enough to book a room for three hours, come back when you're done."

Zavier frowned. "Why don't you just do it?"

It was becoming clear that Theo didn't want a trail leading back to him and Zavier had to wonder why. Supes were basically allowed to do as they pleased and that often included messing around with a Pet every other night. Either Theo wanted to keep him paying for sex with boys a secret or he was no Supe. Zavier eyed Theo carefully and tried to "feel" him out. A Supe would have felt such an elementary mind probe and Zavier would have ended up dead. No, Theo was a Ghost trying to get off without getting caught. Even better since who would miss a ghost?

"Just do what I tell you," Theo snapped. "To make sure you don't run off with that, Ben stays here with me. Hurry up now."

Theo wrapped an arm around Desmond and hugged the smaller boy to him. Desmond's eyes pleaded with Zavier for a rescue. Zavier cursed under his breath and ran inside. The clerk at the front desk was more interested in the drama on the television set in front of him. All types of characters came and went by the hour, Supes, Norms and Mutants but as long as they had the cash he didn't care. The only time he looked away was when Zavier had slammed the credits on the counter, demanding a room for three hours.

Checking in consisted of Zavier handing over the credits and the clerk tossing him the room keys. "Three hours," the bored clerk mumbled and turned back to staring at the TV.

Theo had wasted no time and was groping Desmond's chest and whispering in his ear. Desmond was shaking his head and trying to pry the groping hand from his chest and the first tear was running down his cheeks.

"Stop it," Zavier hissed and gave Theo a rough push away. "He's not ready yet. Why don't we just go up to the room and we'll feel better."

Theo looked at Zavier for a moment and without warning gave him a slap across the face. "Don't interrupt me or touch me when I don't want you to. That is unless you want Ben to be going home alone while your dead body is dumped in the nearest landfill."

Zavier lowered his head. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "it won't happen again."

Theo held his hand out. "Give me the keys."

Zavier gave it to him and maintained the submissive behavior until Theo's back was turned. He took Desmond by the hand and they followed Theo up the stairs and to their room.

The motel room was cramped and ugly with a bed too big for it, a nightstand that appeared as if it would fall apart at any moment and sickly green wallpaper curling around the edges. The place was truly used for just one thing and once the deed was done you left as soon as possible in fear of being infected with the motel's filth. Zavier was actually thankful for the worn out house he and Desmond occupied.

"You boys get undressed and I'll be right back," Theo said and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"What do you think he's doing in there?" Desmond whispered.

Zavier laughed softly and pulled his shirt off and placed it on the cleanest corner of the floor he could find. "Getting a nose full of E Dust or lining his veins with Icing," he snorted. "You have some guys that can't get it up without it. You'd better get undressed, Desie."

"We're not having sex with him," Desmond argued, "I don't want to!"

Zavier rushed over to Desmond and covered his mouth. "Shush! You're not having sex with him, don't worry, but we have a game to play."

As always Desmond obeyed without another word and had just slipped out of his jeans when Theo emerged from the bathroom. True to Zavier's guess, Theo's eyes were glassy and he had a wild look about him as he stumbled to the bed.

"Time to learn the ropes, Benny-Ben," Theo purred and pushed the young boy on the bed.
Zavier went to his brother's rescue, jumped on the bed and wedged himself between the drugged man and his twin.
"Me first," Zavier pleaded, "please…me first!"

"I want the virgin," Theo snapped and tried to push Zavier out of the way.

Zavier thought quickly and abruptly pulled Theo's head towards him for a kiss. "I want you to fuck me," he panted between kisses. "Waste your time with an inexperienced virgin for last. I can give you what you want."

He pulled Theo's hands away from Desmond's arms and was slowly pulling the older man on top of him.
Theo bit on Zavier's lip hard enough to make him jump and he looked down at the near hyperventilating Desmond.

"Your brother just bought you some time; try to watch and learn….you'll be tested on your performance."

Desmond watched in horror as he saw Zavier in the same position he had been in just seconds earlier. The only thing that made it worse was there was nothing to stop Theo from tearing into Zavier's teen ass. Zavier refused to cry as he suffered through the blinding pain and would only hope that Desmond would have his knife ready when Theo was distracted with orgasm.

"You're a little slut, you know that," Theo grunted and wrapped his fingers around Zavier's neck. "A dirty slut."

Zavier gasped for air and tried to pry away the hand but his body was getting weak from the lack of oxygen. He smelled blood and he knew it was his as Theo continued to rip him open with every merciless thrust. It was getting harder to concentrate and he looked over at Desmond who was shaking with fear.

"Run, Desie," he choked. If Theo lost all his control and killed him at least Desmond would be able to get away.
Those words from Zavier made something in Des snap and before he could think he lunged for Theo. He was the stronger of the twins and used it to pry Theo from his brother. With a wild scream he attacked the man that dared to defile his brother. Theo yelled and threatened him but Desmond was no longer listening. His head was buried in Theo's throat and he chewed and gnawed at the flesh until he tasted what he craved. He greedily drank the blood down as Theo thrashed beneath him, lost in a world where only hunger and blood existed.

Zavier crawled over to his feeding brother and tentatively touched his shoulder. Desmond jerked his head up and his lips were forming into a snarl until he saw it was just Zavier.

"Sorry," he demurred, "he just tastes really good."

Zavier swooned from the near intoxicating aroma of Theo's blood. "Share," he whispered and inched closer, "lemme have some, Desie."

Their heads moved down together as one and they loudly slurped as Theo's life was pumped out of his body with every beat of his frightened heart. The room was filled with the sounds of their sloppy swallowing and the shallow breathing of their first victim. They gorged themselves on the man's blood until there was nothing left and they collapsed on the bed out of breath.

"Fuck that was good!" Zavier exclaimed. He squirmed on the bed, running his hands over his body as he tried to ride out the waves of hot pleasure running through his veins. He sucked on his own fingers and trailed it down his body that was now on fire and he whimpered as his cock was painfully throbbing between his legs. He looked over to his twin and saw that Desmond was having the same experience. His twin was muttering as he dragged his nails into his skin as if he could tear out the wild flame inside of him.

"Oh god," Desmond cried out and twitched on the bed.

"Dust in the blood," Zavier moaned. The drug that had taken control of Theo was now flowing in them and the twins were thrown into a fit of rapture they could hardly withstand. Moving as if his body weighed a ton Desmond crawled over to his brother and straddled him.

"I can't take it, Avie," Desmond whimpered and began humping his brother.

Zavier took a hold of Desmond by his waist and guided him to his aching hardness. Desmond had just lost his virginity hours earlier and was not ready for such a deep position but they were crazed, hungry for whatever release sex would bring. Zavier forced Desmond down on his rock hard member and Desmond screamed as he was violently torn into. Zavier sat up and hugged Desmond's shivering body to his own but never stopped thrusting and it wasn't long before Desmond was bleeding. It didn't faze either one of them and they forced their bodies to keep going; arms were wrapped tightly around the other, legs were entwined and nothing else mattered. Orgasm came quickly and without warning and they fell back on the bed, completely drained.

Desmond barely had enough energy to slide off his brother and he lay on his side panting wildly. He mumbled happily and snuggled against Zavier.

"Felt so good," he said in a low sleepy voice, "stomach so full. So sleepy."

Zavier was feeling the same grogginess from the spiked meal and wild sex. Although all he wanted to do was to curl up beside Desmond and sleep, he knew it wasn't an option. This room was only available for three hours and it wasn't like Theo was going to get up and leave on his own. He gave his twin a gentle shake on the shoulder. Desmond only grumbled unhappily at being disturbed and buried his head into the nearest pillow.
"Desmond," Zavier called softly, "Desie, wake up. We can't sleep here."

A soft snore was his reply and it was clear that Desmond would be absolutely no help to him. Zavier struggled to sit up, failing twice, before he managed to stumble off the bed. He braced himself against the wall and fought to keep going as his body tried to shut itself down. He pulled on a pair of pants with no clue if it was his or Desmond's and went over to the bed in search of Theo. He had fallen to the floor in the midst of the brother's wild fucking and his unseeing eyes stared up at the ceiling in fear. It took Zavier nearly fifteen minutes to come up with a plan and it turned out to be a simple dumpster toss.

He grabbed Theo's clothes from the bathroom, noticing the empty Emerald Dust ampoules in the sink. Zavier made sure to inspect Theo's wallet and empty it of any credit notes that were there. He checked out the I.D. and it read Theodore Dempsey; the only thing was that the pictures didn't match. 'Theo' had stolen this wallet and was using the credits to get every and anything he wanted. And by how packed the wallet was Theo had already went to a Credit servicing station and got as many notes as possible. It just saved Zavier the trouble of doing the same.

He pocketed the wads of credit notes into his pockets and redressed Theo as best he could. Getting him downstairs and out the back entrance proved difficult since Zavier wasn't seeing so straight anymore. Since he and Desmond's daily meals came out of dumpsters he had to become somewhat familiar with the pickup times. He dragged the body down the dark side street and, with great effort, pushed Theo's body in.
He returned to the motel room even more drained from before but stopping right then wasn't an option. They had come too far and it was Zavier's responsibility to keep them safe. He grabbed the spare pair of jeans off the floor and began to dress the still sleeping Desmond.

"Desie? You have to wake up," he grumbled. "We have to go now, Des."

He slowly stirred and remained on the bed as he let Zavier dress him. "I'm sleepy," he groaned.

"So am I," Zavier sighed. He pulled Desmond to a sitting position and finished dressing him with care is if Desmond where a child. He finally managed to get Desmond to stand up and he wrapped a supporting arm around his twin and led them out of the motel.

Desmond's near dead weight made things difficult as he fought to keep both of them upright and moving. At that moment they were easy prey for the nastier habitants of the Old Quarter that would have loved to pick them apart like hungry vultures. Zavier kept pinching Desmond on his arm to keep the boy as lucid as possible and sighed with great relief when he spotted a hotel. It appeared fairly decent and he led the complaining Desmond inside. He set Desmond on the nearest chair and went to the desk.

"Excuse me," he said, trying his best not to slur, "Can I have a room for three nights?"

The girl looked Zavier up and down, smacking on chewing gum. "You can afford that? We're not some sleazy motel…the fees are nightly NOT by the hour."

Zavier scoffed. "I just asked for three nights, didn’t I?"

She twirled a finger through her hair and smirked. "I was just making sure. Three nights will be four hundred and fifty credits. Cash."

Four hundred fifty! Zavier had never imagined paying so much for one thing but he needed to get them to a place to sleep. He reached into one pocket and counted out the notes and slid them over.

Zavier quickly made up a name when he was told to sign in and fifteen minutes later she was handing him the magnetic card key to room 213. He thanked her and got Desmond to stand and used the last reserve of strength he had to get them into their room. Zavier let Desmond fall on the bed and he had to try several times before his fingers worked long enough to undress him and put him under the thick covers.

"Avie?' Desmond mumbled in a haze of confusion and drugs, "where are you?"

"I'm right here," Zavier whispered and climbed into the bed to lie next to his twin.

"Can I sleep now?" Desmond asked as he cuddled up to Zavier.

"Yes," he sighed, "go to sleep, Desie." He held Desmond's head to his chest and within moments he had passed out.


That's all for now. Later, Peccavi