Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 4: We Are All The Same

Morning and afternoon came and went while the brothers slept deeply and soundly. Their breathing slowed to almost nothing and the only time either one would move was to snuggle closer to the other. Once the sun made its habitual descent and moonlight crept through the drawn blinds of the room it was only then that their eyes finally opened.

Desmond was pressed so tightly against Zavier that it was nearly suffocating and he eased away. The movement awaked his twin and Desmond moaned as rubbed his eyes. Desmond frowned. He didn't remember much of last night and he sat up, searching around the room wildly.

"Zavier where are we?"

Zavier laughed. "You were out of it most of last night, Desmond. I had to get rid of Theo's body and basically drag you here."

"Sorry," Desmond mumbled softly. "We can't let last night happen again."

Zavier nodded in agreement. "Theo was an adult so he had more blood for us to drink and he was full of Emerald Dust. All we have to do is eliminate those two factors and we'll be fine without the coma."

Desmond frowned as he took in Zavier's new plan. "So young and clean?"

Desmond never thought they would go after boys their age but he was rather excited about the idea. Zavier always had the best plans.

For the first time in years the twins never had to wonder what they were going to eat or where to sleep. With every kill not only brought full stomachs but also enough credits to ensure they could sleep wherever they wished. Desmond would occasionally go back to the decaying house to ensure the safety of their chest but nothing else.

It had been over a week of putting Zavier's plan into action and they played their parts to perfection. Zavier was the smooth talker while Desmond was the sweet virgin to make the potential meal even more interested. While they had him back at the hotel and at the height of his sexual peak the unsuspecting boy would find a razor to his throat followed by two hungry mouths.

Zavier was careful about dumping bodies and the areas that they hunted. They still didn't understand what was happening to them or why but they were enjoying themselves too much to care.

Their eighth night was like all the previous ones. They walked around hand in hand down the streets in the Old Quarter and talked softly to each other while eyes hungrily followed them. It was Zavier's night to pick, which meant the boy would end up being rough around the edges, blond and somewhat easy to persuade. Zavier enjoyed the effort it took to really hook someone in; almost gaining their trust before finally taking them back to the hotel. Desmond, on the other hand, thought it was a waste to spend that much time when there was blood and sex to be had.

After nearly thirty minutes of walking Zavier found a boy he wanted. He smiled and charmed while Desmond hung around, bored as Zavier worked his magic. He gave the future meal a warm smile but nothing else and let his mind wander, scanning the streets for a person he would have picked. His eyes stopped on a boy across the street, not because Desmond wanted him but because the other teen was looking straight at him. He stood there, captivated by that dark intense stare and wondered how long he had been watching. All of the sudden the boy smiled at him but it wasn't friendly. It was a dangerous grin that a cat would give to a bird foolish enough to get too close.

"Don't you Des?"

Desmond blinked and turned to face his brother. "W-what?"

"You like the idea of having your first threesome, don't you Des?" Zavier purred to his brother.

That was his cue to blink innocently and laugh softly but the smiling boy had Desmond shaken up and off his game. "Yeah, sure…threesomes."

Zavier gave him a warning look and turned back to his new friend, Mikey. "Let me just talk to him for a bit, he's nervous about having his first time like this."

Mikey looked the twins up and down, obviously lusting after them. "Sure, whatever works, Zavier."

Zavier slung an arm over Desmond's shoulder and hissed every word through a fake clenched smile.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Desie?"

Desmond crooked a finger in the direction of the strange boy but refused to look. "A strange guy is over there, Avie. He was WATCHING us."

Zavier frowned, his anger at Desmond instantly gone. He glanced across the street but found the sidewalk empty. "Are you sure? I mean, there's no one over there."

"I saw him, Avie, I swear!"

Zavier snorted. "Maybe you're just really hungry? I'll stop charming Mikey and just get him to the hotel. That's what you want anyway."

When they turned around they saw Mikey was already smiling and talking with another teen. Zavier was about to claim what he saw as his property when Desmond yanked him back.

"No," he hissed, "that's they guy! That's the one! Let's just leave."
Before Zavier could make a decision the dark haired boy looked up and locked eyes with him. He grabbed Mikey by the hand and pulled him over to the twins.

"Mikey told me there was a party," the boy purred with a voice deep and rich like honey. "Is there room for just one more?"

Zavier frowned at Mikey. "I didn't say you could invite anyone."
Mikey gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Zavier, I just thought Nick would make things even better to give Desmond a really memorable first time."

The newcomer's eyes settled on Desmond with interest. "A virgin? Both of you?"

"Just me," Desmond lied. He had to keep the game going since Mikey was still there but he wanted this boy gone. "But you're not invited. It's our hotel room and we decide who comes with us."

Those dark eyes sparkled and the boy called Nick curved his full lips into a sensual smile. "So ready to cast me off, dear heart?"

Desmond was about to argue with Nick about the endearment but Zavier silenced him. No one would have control over this conversation except him. "Nick, was it? My brother and I don't do foursomes so just find someone else."

"You have to at least try me before you dump me," Nick said with a full pout. "I can be even better than Mikey."

"Hey!" Mikey exclaimed but the other boys ignored him.

"I already made up my mind," Zavier snapped. He went to grab Mikey but Nick moved unbelievably fast and gripped Zavier by the wrist. Nick tightened his hold on the shocked twin and smiled as if he was holding the ultimate secret.

"Call me crazy but I see two of you," Nick said. "Shouldn't Desmond make up his own mind?"

Zavier frowned. "WE already agreed on Mikey. He's coming with us, not you. So let me go. NOW."

Nick smiled and pulled the struggling Zavier closer to him. "Or what, darling boy?" he whispered. "You plan on fighting me?"

"Stop it!" Desmond cried and pushed the other youths apart. He stood in front of Zavier and glared at Nick. "We'll talk about it, alright? We'll discuss it and if we still say no, will you leave?"

Nick seemed pleased with that and nodded. "With my tail between my legs, sweetling."

The brothers moved further down the street and Zavier huffed with frustration. "You actually want him to come with us?" he growled at Desmond.

"I'm really hungry, Avie," Desmond replied softly, "maybe we can share both of them?"

Zavier sighed. He should have known Desmond would have requested something like that. With each passing night it was almost as if Desmond's appetite was growing. It was taking more and more to fill his brother while Zavier remained satisfied. Zavier was positive that all the years of small meals and near starvation had mentally scarred Desmond into over compensating. It wouldn't be right if he allowed his brother to have such behavior so Zavier took it upon himself to exercise tough love.

He shook his head. "That will still be too much blood. We only need one for both of us. That's final, Desie. I'm sick of arguing about this with you."

"It's not an argument," Desmond offered weakly, "it's just that I—"

"No means no, Desie," Zavier interrupted.

Desmond chewed on his lip but said nothing. He was disappointed but obedient and Zavier usually knew what was best for them. As Zavier turned his back there was a spark of something in Desmond's eyes; a flicker of anger and determination that was a sign that perhaps Desmond's obedience only went so far. When he joined Zavier his eyes were void of the darkness from moments before and he stood by his brother's side.

Only this time when they returned there was a boy missing and Nick stood there alone with his hands in his leather pants.

"Where did Mikey go?" Zavier demanded.

Nick shrugged. "He said you guys were taking too long and he went to find someone else to fuck. Looks like you guys are stuck with me."

Zavier hated it but Nick was right. It would take time to find another boy for dinner and to seduce someone all over again wasn't something Zavier wanted. Besides Zavier didn't want to keep Desmond waiting for much longer.

"Fine," he grumbled finally.

"Don't look so disappointed," Nick purred, "I told you I was better than Mikey anyway."

Zavier was about to give a nasty retort but it died on his lips as he felt a strange shiver run down his spine and between his legs. It was so quick it left him slightly out of breath and wondering if he had even felt it.

"Cat got your tongue, sweet thing?" Nick laughed.

"No, I—I just," Zavier shook his head, "Nothing. Never mind. You can come but you do what I say."

Nick frowned. "What you say? I don't listen to Desmond? You have a slave or a brother?"

"You do what WE say," Zavier corrected wishing that Nick would shut up.
Desmond felt the growing pain in his stomach as the hunger became a plea into a demand. "Whatever, can we just go please?" He shot a nasty glare at Nick and walked away.

Nick laughed and went over to Zavier. "I don't think your brother likes me…..Zavie? Is it?"

"Zavier," he corrected. Real names didn't matter since Nick was going to be dead by the end of the night. "Let's just get to the hotel; I'm sick of standing out here in the street."

"Whatever you say, sport," Nick purred.

Zavier and Nick caught up with Desmond and they proceeded quietly down the street to the hotel.

Twenty minutes later Zavier had his key out and was unlocking the room door. He let Desmond walk past him and looked at Nick who made no moves to enter the room. "Get in already. What's your problem?"
Nick smiled sweetly and calmly went through the doorway and into the hotel room. "Not a thing, sunshine, a boy just likes to feel wanted."
Zavier rolled his eyes and entered the room after them. Desmond was playing his usual part of the game and was flashing friendly smiles while sitting innocently on the bed. That was Zavier's cue to draw attention to himself while Desmond stood ready with the sharp razor hidden in his boot.

Zavier threw off his top and approached Nick with a smile. "Let's get things started, yeah?"

"Of course," Nick purred but instead of going to Zavier he kept his attention on Desmond. Desmond froze and shrunk back when Nick sat down beside him on the bed.

"Who do you want to pop your cherry, lover?" Nick whispered softly and trailed a finger gently down Desmond's cheek. "Sweet brother? Or me? I can make it the best you'll ever have." He cupped Desmond's face in his hands and kissed the nervous twin softly.

Usually Desmond didn't interact with the vics at all but the kiss was so unexpected and gentle he responded before he could stop himself. Nick's hand traveled between Desmond's legs and groped at the hardening erection and deepened the kiss. Desmond whimpered as the hunger pains mixed with the sudden arousal he was feeling until he was a big ball of need. He didn't fight Nick when he pushed him down on the bed and made no moves to stop Nick's hand from going into his jeans and stroking him.

Zavier was confused. Normally Desmond wanted nothing to do with the boys they got except for food. If they approached him for anything sexual he'd decline or look to Zavier for a rescue. Desmond had done neither one and it was making Zavier feel angry and very jealous.
He finished undressing and got on the bed and yanked Nick's head up from the noisy lip lock.

"I want you first," he whispered and leaned forward to nibble and suck at Nick's lips.

Nick wasn't letting go of Desmond that easily. "Des doesn't want you to go first, do you Des?"

Desmond blinked and came out of the fog of lust. He was torn between feeling pleasure and pleasing his brother. Nick was just some boy but he knew how good Zavier always made him feel. "Go ahead," he mumbled.
Nick frowned. "So you like getting seconds? Zavie doesn't think you can handle it?"

Zavier answered first. "Of course he can, it's just his—"

"Then let us finish," Nick snapped.

"You can leave if you don't like how we do things," Zavier sneered.

"You like controlling things so much you'd dominate your own brother like a Pet? Tsk-tsk, dear heart."

Zavier was speechless. "I-I don't—" he began but Nick interrupted him.

"You seem to do everything while Des follows. You're not being a very good brother."

Desmond gave Nick a shove and came to his brother' rescue. "That's not true! You have no idea what our lives are like so shut up!"

Despite the growing hostility Nick smiled. "So even though you want me you'll deny yourself to make Zavie happy?" He kissed Desmond's furrowed brow. "How much have you denied pleasing him? How hungry have you been for things that you didn't take because of Zavier?"

Desmond squirmed uncomfortably and refused to answer. Nick's innocent comments had driven a wedge into an almost invisible crack between the brothers. By the dark eyed youth's smile it was clear that was his intention.

"So we'll keep Desmond unhappy," Nick said sweetly as he turned to Zavier, "as you get your rocks off first. Or is it your right because he doesn't help? I saw you talking to Mikey while he just kicked at rocks."

"I know what I'm doing," Zavier mumbled, his confidence wavering the more Nick pushed buttons.

Nick chuckled and it was like liquid sex running down your back. He straddled Zavier's lap and kissed the boy's shoulder. "Convincing me or you? You can't do it all, why try?"

Nick moved his hips in slow circles and his smooth leather jeans gave Zavier extra stimulation. Zavier was gradually losing control over the situation and had no idea how to regain it. Desmond offered no help as Nick focused his attentions on Zavier and simply watched with sad yet hungry eyes. Every thrust of Nick's hips drew out a soft cry from Zavier and before he could fight Nick captured his mouth in a wild and passionate kiss.

Zavier fought to keep a level head. Sex wasn't what they brought Nick to the hotel room for, dinner was. To ensure Nick's stayed completely focused on him Zavier wrapped his arms around the boy's neck and pulled him closer. His cock was pinned between their stomachs and he resisted the temptation to gyrate beneath Nick to intensify his pleasure. He'd get his satisfaction with Desmond after the kill.

"Fuck me," Zavier panted. In a softer tone he added, "Take me to heaven."

That last line grabbed Desmond's attention. It was their secret code that meant the boy had moved from plaything to food and he couldn't have been happier. The things Nick had said bothered him and he wanted the boy dead before he caused any more trouble. He moved slowly as he watched Nick and Zavier continue to kiss and move their bodies against each other.

"I thought you didn't like me?" Nick purred to Zavier.

"Maybe a little," Zavier lied, "but I want you to fuck me. Please."

Nick smiled down at Zavier. "What happens after sex, lover? Where do I get dumped?"

Zavier forced himself to smile wider. "Dumped? You can sleep here if you want but be gone by morning. How's that sound?"

"Sounds interesting," the boy replied and slowly took a hold on each of Zavier's arms. He pinned Zavier to the mattress so he couldn't move and leaned down to whisper so softly in his ear that even Desmond couldn't hear. "Is that what you say to all the boys you dump, or am I just special?"

Zavier was about to respond but had finally noticed just how restrained he was. Nick had a tight hold on him and it was clear Zavier wasn't going anywhere.

"Why don't you ease up, okay, Nick?"

Nick was quickly turning into a threat and Desmond would not have his brother hurt. He made a move to grab his small razor from his boot but that’s when the pain hit him. It was violent and took him down swiftly, leaving Desmond whimpering on the bed as he held his stomach. The pain started in the pit of his stomach then spread as if millions of fire ants were chewing their way through his veins.
Nick’s eyes shot to the groaning Desmond and was suddenly by his side, forgetting about Zavier. His once smoldering eyes had softened and he stroked Desmond’s wet cheeks.

"You have it worse than your brother, don’t you? I can help you, Des—I can get you what you need."

Desmond tried to scoot away but Nick blocked him. "How can you?" Desmond grumbled.

Nick gave a sensual pout and chewed on his bottom lip. "You think I'm lying to you? It's warm, sweet and very tasty." Nick winched as his teeth tore into his lip and blood slowly trailed down his chin. Desmond watched the red liquid, unable to mask the desperation etched on his face, and he leaned forward to take a lick. He would have done more if Nick hadn't pushed him away.

"You like it? I can get you much much more, lover. You come with me, nai?"

Desmond gave the barest of nods. That seemed to be all Nick needed and he hopped off the bed, grabbing Desmond by the arm and dragging him along.

Zavier was under the impression that Nick was seducing Desmond again so he wasn't prepared when he saw Nick pulling his brother off the bed and to the door.

"What the fuck!" he shouted and rushed off the bed and searched for his pants. He cursed himself for being the only one that got undressed and yanked his jeans on. "What are you doing?"

Nick gave a quick salute with a submissive Desmond in tow. "You didn't seem to be doing the big brother gig very well, Zavie, so I'll be filling in tonight."

And moving faster than Zavier could keep up with Nick rushed out of the hotel room with Desmond close behind.

Zavier felt an invisible hand squeeze his heart as he watched Desmond leave. He knew his twin would be starving and thus easy to manipulate and he could only imagine what Nick might do. He found his boots and rushed out of the room without his shirt, determined to collect his brother and Nick's head.


Intrigued? I surely hope so. Til next time.
Later,
Peccavi