Darkrider

Author’s Notes: Sorry about the delay in writing, I had to go on a camping trip. But I am back now with more!

Warning: Contains language, suicidal concepts, and sexual content.

Chapter Four: Unknown Desires

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Victor opened his eyes lightly, taking in the morning air. His body was warm against the boy that slept soundlessly against his front. His memories of last night flushed through him almost instantaneously. ‘Did I really…?’ his thoughts caught as the past occurrences of the night hit him like a rushing river.

He shifted and looked to the ceiling. His eyes struck with confusion and frustration. ‘What was I thinking?’ he couldn’t muster his thoughts to think that he had really wanted what had happened last night. He moved his hands from the boy’s strikingly warm body.

“Damn…” he whispered as he altered his body over the bed and searched the floor for his discarded garments. He picked up the many garments that were shed last night and put them in a laundry basket. He then turned to the drawers and grabbed a few clean clothes. He dressed himself and went to the kitchen.

‘I think I was just trying to fill a void that I had inside, but it won’t happen again’ he reassured himself. He pressed his hands to the counter, holding his body weight up as his thoughts came quickly. He couldn’t think of a way to explain himself to the boy. ‘How am I going to tell him that it was nothing but a body urge that is now subsided?’ He felt like a jerk saying those words in his mind.

He sat at the table, slowly sipping at his coffee. He thought about pleasant ways of telling Tyler, but nothing sounded good enough to tell the boy. His hands shook lightly, remembering how the boy had given himself so easily to him. ‘Am I really this much of an asshole?’ He clenched his left hand in a fist.

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Tyler allowed his eyes to open slowly, taking in the smells of morning coffee and eggs. His body ached lightly, reminding him of the night before. Somehow, he felt guilty for allowing such a thing to take place.

He brushed his hair aside, trying to figure out his feelings about the previous night. ‘Did I really want for that?’ His eyes searched the room for some kind of assurance of what he wanted. He lifted himself up in the bed, trying to brush aside the last signs of a very restful night.

For once in the past few months, Tyler had not dreamt about his mother’s horrible death; he had dreamt happily. This took him aback slightly; was this because of what had happened between Victor and him? He didn’t know truthfully; all he knew was that for once, he had been happy to sleep.

Finally, Tyler lifted his naked figure from the comfortable bed. He walked to the bed side and slipped on his discarded garments. He walked lightly from the room, almost full of shame. He moved soundlessly to his room, where he removed the old garments and replaced them with fresh ones.

His body still ached lightly from the first time; his lower half almost giving out under his weight. He pushed his body to move from the room and into the kitchen. He looked over to the table where Victor sat, blushing as he saw the man deep in concentration.

The words in his throat caught as his eyes gazed over the man’s figure. ‘God, he is really beautiful…’ He felt his body begin to shudder from the present view. ‘Why can’t I speak? What has come over me?’ He pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to think about what to say to the man.

Victor noticed the boy’s presence and decided against conversation. He no longer trusted his words to do the boy the kindness that he wanted so badly to show. He simply continued to read his newspaper, holding a strong gazed against the same sentence. He hadn’t noticed that the boy was looking dead on him now.

Victor raised his eyes, meeting the boy’s gaze. “Good morning…” His words came out low and at almost a whisper. Tyler stared at the man, trying to convey a simple ‘hello’, but his voice would simply not allow for that.

Victor noticed the boy’s absence of words and stood up gently. He noticed that the boy flinched slightly at the movement and backed slightly away. Victor frowned lightly, “Look, about last night; I was simply over tired and a little well…” He stopped trying to think of a way to describe ‘horny’. “I was just…um…passionate.”

Tyler’s heart stopped in his chest as the words stabbed through him like an ice dagger. ‘So he didn’t really feel anything for me?’ He held back the now threatening tears. He let out a low sigh and just nodded at the man before him. “I understand.” His heart ached horribly. ‘Does he really not care for anyone?’

Before Victor had a chance to comfort the boy, Tyler had rushed off into his room. Victor felt a swelling guilt assemble in his lower stomach. He felt like the real bastard now. He stood up lightly, trying to think of ways to calm the boy down.

Tyler let a tear roll from his frozen cheek. He felt his heart sink below his chest and into his stomach. His hands trembled on the blanket that was now ruffled in his fist. ‘Why did I allow myself to be open for such a thing? I knew that he was unable to care for anyone…’ He felt his anger rise in his face. His trembling became a fierce shaking.

With a simple thrust off the bed, Tyler grabbed his knife that sat forgotten on his desk. He felt the blade against his skin as the slow cutting motion fixated itself on his lower arm. He felt the blood rush to the incision on his left arm.

With a low groan, Tyler felt the blood roll silently from his arm to the cold floor beneath him. ‘Serves you right, you worthless piece of crap. You can’t even save your mother…’ His eyes swelled with violent tears as his body dipped to the floor that now was covered in his lava-like blood.

Victor cracked the door open, looking into the dark room. His eyes widened as he saw the puddle of blood directly beneath the boy. His body leaped into the room, grabbing the boy into his arms. His other hand swiped the dagger from the boy, throwing it fiercely across the room.

Victor sat on the bed, looking down at the boy now in his arms. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” His tone was harsh and caused Tyler to shudder in the man’s reckless grasp. Tyler’s eyes filled with rage, “YOU AREN’T MY FATHER~ so stop acting as though you are!”

Victor felt his body seized as the boy’s words cut through his heart. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, “No one said I was your father!” His voice was deep as he tried not to yell. Tyler removed himself from the man’s grasp. “I don’t care anymore…”

Victor’s eyes turned from furious to worry. “You don’t care anymore for what?” He let his hands rest on his biceps, trying to understand what the boy was trying to convey. Tyler let out a low sigh, “I don’t feel like it makes a difference if I am here anymore…”

Before Victor could answer, a harsh voice rushed into his ears. The figure in the corner was all too familiar to him. Almost instantly, Victor was at his feet and ready for battle. Damion came out from the shadows with a grin corrupting his pale face.

Damion’s eyes mocked the man that growled before, “Tyler, you don’t have to care anymore…come to me…I can make you happy.” Tyler turned slightly, watching the man close the space between them. His eyes were drawn to the man’s beautiful body that walked gracefully on the hard wood floor.

Victor moved in front of Tyler, protecting the injured boy. His eyes raged with anger as the man in front of him let out a small chuckle. Damion’s eyes fluttered to the boy, watching the blood run from his arm. “I see you like the sight of blood, eh?”

Tyler was mesmerized by the man that now neared the two of them. “I…I…” His body was shaking slightly, as the man’s eyes saw through him, to his very core. Victor growled once more, “Damion, don’t make me hurt you!” Damion’s laugh cut through to Victor’s very core as well.

Damion pressed his hands to his face. “Oh no…What am I to do?” His voice came out in a girlish shrill that mocked the man just before him. “I think we will let the boy decide. If he decides to stay with you, then I shall leave; but if he decides to go with me, you have to let him go.” Victor smiled. “Fine!”

Tyler let out a low groan. ‘Why must I choose?’ His body shook with incredible fear. He didn’t want to become a vampire, but he didn’t want to stay with the man that just confessed that their intimacy was all just bodily function and by mistake. Tyler frowned lightly, trying to choose.

Victor turned to the boy, looking confused and frustrated. “Tyler?” Damion smiled as he watched the boy fidget at the man’s tone. Tyler looked up at Victor with an angry face, “I choose to go with Damion!”

Victor felt his heart leap in its bindings. “You what???” Damion smiled, “Didn’t you hear the boy? He chose me!” He walked over to the side of Tyler, brushing back the boy’s pale blonde hair. Victor was still stunned by Tyler’s response, “But…why?” His words came out, almost choking in his throat.

Damion watched in pure amusement as Victor questioned the boy’s decision. Tyler frowned, “It’s not like yealleally need me anyway. I would rather not subject myself to someone’s bodily functions!” Before Victor could argue the situation, Damion had picked the boy up in his arms.

His eyes were full of pure entertainment of the way Victor had reacted to the situation. “Don’t worry, I’ll make him my lover in no time…this boy is becoming very special to me.” His eyes glittered as Victor made an attempt to grab Tyler from Damion, “Ah. Ah. Ah. A deal is a deal, so I would suggest you keep to your word.”

Tyler held his arms tightly around Damion’s neck, hoping to hurt the man before him just as much as Victor had hurt him. He tightened his gri the the vampire began to walk out of the room and disappear.

Victor at this time had dropped to his knees, unable to begin to understand what he was feeling. Something low in his body had ached for the boy, wanting the boy to come to him. He felt tears threaten his eyes, ‘Why am I feeling this way?’ His hands shook with incredible speed. He felt as though his hewas was about to explode.

A tear fell from his red eyes, running down the side of his cheek. He choked on his words, letting more tears fall from his bruising eyes. “T…Tyler…come back.” He let the tears rush from his eyes. His body became a vibrating machine. ‘Why did Tyler choose to go to Damion? Did Damion show more caring than he did?’

Victor felt like hurting himself for making the boy think he didn’t care about him. He felt his body give out beneath him, falling hard against the floor. None of the physical pain could break this emotional pain that he was feeling at this point in time. ‘Tyler really chose Damion over me…’

Victor allowed the tears to stream from his eyes carelessly. He let a soft cry seep from his mouth at the great loss. ‘I have to get him back no matter what the cost!’

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Tyler felt his body being pressed against a soft bed. He opened his eyes from a sleep that had conquered him on the act of disappearing with the vampire named Damion. He felt a pleasure rise from his lower half, causing him to moan in pure bliss.

Upon awakening, Tyler realized what was happening. Skin ran against skin as Damion thrusted heavier into Tyler’s weakened body. Tyler allowed another moan escaped from his throat as a spike of pleasure rushed his veins. His words caught in his throat, but he managed a ‘Victor’ just before climaxing.

He arched as his silky white fluid exited in rising force onto his abdomen. He felt an unbearable pleasure rush his skin and body like a rollercoaster. His back finally rested into the soft comfort of the bed beneath him.

Damion rested his cold body onto the boy beneath him; his breaths heaving from his chest heavily. He felt the ultimate pleasure run through his immortal body. ‘What is it about this boy that I want so dearly?’ He looked down at Tyler, watching the boy’s actions.

Damion finally pulled out and rested to the side of Tyler. His grin wider then before they had reached the cave that Damion resigned in. He turned to look at the boy next to him, gently running his hand along the sensitive skin on the nape of the boy’s neck. “Was that good for you, my young one?”

Tyler could only nod to the comment; his body was exhausted with the act of lust. He rested his hands on his belly, taking in the musky air around to room. Damion continued to run his finger tips along Tyler’s skin, fascinated with the creature before him. He pushed a few strands of silky blonde hair from Tyler’s eyes.

Tyler let out a soft sigh, “Um…was it good for you?” His words were soft, but hopeful. Damion’s eyes lit up as he smiled to the shivering boy. He turned to hover his body just above the boy. He leaned down, pressing his cold lips to Tyler’s. He allowed his tongue to run along the warm skin of the boys pressed lips.

Tyler opened his mouth slightly in obedience, getting the idea that the vampire had enjoyed the act of lust. He sighed in happiness, glad that the beautiful man enjoyed Tyler’s company. For once, Tyler was glad to see the vampire before him.

Wrapping his arms around the vampire’s slender neck, Tyler brought two bwo bodies as close as he could together; he admired the soft skin that tenderly lined his pale skin. Something about the way Damion kissed, made Tyler feel as though he was safe from danger.

Pulling back slightly, Tyler looked at the man that was his current lover. The long hair draped over the broad shoulder, lined with muscle tone. The pale skin run throughout the man’s body, curving and dipping with the muscle outlines. His violent sapphire eyes gaze out like two wonderful glaciers caught in a snow storm. His lips pale, but wet with hot desire.

Tyler was happy with the vampire’s appearance. He wanted more of the body that he saw before him. Pulling the man back towards him, their lips met in a violent battle of tongues. Damion slid his softly curving abdomen between the boy’s legs, nudging the boy’s entrance in heat once more. Obediently, Tyler lifted his hips and pressed into the man’s body.

Damion slid into the already stretched entrance, thrusting deep inside the tight tunnel. His head hit the special spot that sent shivers of pleasure cascading through the boy’s young body. In response, Tyler let out a loud moan that echoed the cave walls as the man continuously hit his pancreas.

Damion’s erection slid along the lubricated tunnel, pushing as far as possible inside the boy; His thrusts escaladed as the thrusts continued, causing the sweating bodies to rub against each other. Damion felt his end nearing and could tell the boy’s nearing as well. He clasped the boy’s erection, pumping it simultaneously with his increasing thrusts.

Tyler groaned as his seed spilled from his erection over the two heaving bodies. Following Tyler, Damion released his hot seed into the boy, allowing it to spread the depths of the boy’s insides. Pulling out, Damion fell to the boy’s side once more; taking in harsh breaths, Damion clasped the hand of the boy next to him.

At first this whole situation was to cause Victor pain, but now he had a different purpose; he wanted Tyler to be his, forever.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! I hope to finish the fourth chapter soon, so stay tuned. Hey, I would really appreciate reviews. I would like to know how I am doing and what I can improve on as well as what I do well…