Wolverines

Hunter groaned and rubbed his hand over his face. His neck ached and his back was sore and – wait, wait a second. He wasn’t in his bed.

He cracked an eye open and glanced around. It was dark, almost pitch black. From the outlines and impressions he could make out, he thought he might be in a living room. He was definitely lying on a couch. He cautiously sat up on his elbows. As near as he could tell, no one was in the room.

“Coffee,” A male voice growled from right by his left shoulder. Hunter didn’t know why someone had kidnapped him to talk about coffee, and he didn’t care. He acted on instinct, whirling around as fast as he could. His knuckles connected with something hot.

“Fuck!” His abductor snarled as Hunter’s fist smashed the mug in his hand. Boiling hot coffee sprayed everywhere, a great deal of splashing across Amon’s face. Hunter crawled across to the other end of the couch and groped around until he found a lamp. He flicked it on, holding it in front of himself like a lion tamer might hold a chair.

He watched a young man near his own age double over and clutch his face.

“What the fuck was that for!” The other male demanded, looking up at him and glaring furiously, “I was bringing you a fuckin’ cup of coffee!”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Hunter demanded, gesturing with the lamp in what he hoped was a suitably threatening way.

“Apparently never bringing you coffee again,” he muttered, using his shirt to wipe the worst of the coffee off his face. He looked down at where it had splashed across the carpet, “Shit.”

Hunted stared warily at the other male as he moved around the couch to snatch a dish towel off a pile of neatly folded laundry. His abductor got on the floor and started daubing at the marks on the carpet. Hunter considered him for a long moment.

“You! You’re the guy from last night. The one that… Bit me.” His hand traveled, almost of its own volition, to his neck. He couldn’t feel any puncture marks or strange pulsing sensations when his fingers poked about.

“Yeah, that was me.” He sighed, “I’m also going to be dead for real soon if I can’t get this cleaned up.” He started scrubbing at the coffee stains. Hunter nodded, paying very close attention as he set the lamp on the end table behind him. His captor gave him a sharp look as he slowly got to his feet. “Going somewhere?” He raised an eyebrow, large black eyes sharpening.

Hunter nodded slowly and put the length of the couch between them. The events of last night were coming back to him. There was only one thing that sucked blood out of people’s necks. Okay, there were probably more, but Hunter had no clue what they were.

Vampire.

He had to get out of here.

Hunter thought he might make a mad dash for the door, but the vampire must have seen something on Hunter’s face because he tossed the dish cloth onto the coffee table and took a step back from the couch, watching him closely.

“Come on, now. We can be civil about this…” The blood sucker murmured, his coal coloured eyes latching onto Hunter’s honey coloured set. He inched closer, and his human backed up a step.

“Look, just stay the fuck away from me, and I’ll leave, and I won’t call the cops or anything…” Hunter said carefully, taking another step back.

“It’s too late for that now… Hunter!” The blood sucker snarled as his Thrall made a dash towards the apartment door. His muscles bunched for half a second before he launched himself over the length of the couch.

Or that’s what was supposed to happen.

Amon was floating three feet off the floor, held in the position he’d meant to land in. Hunter was watching him with a look of deep concentration, slowing backing towards the exit. Amon blinked and looked down, then looked back up at Hunter.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe it! You’re not telepathic; you’re tele – teleki-“ He fought to remember the correct term.

“Believe it.” Hunter whispered before sending the vampire slamming against the wall, sending spidery cracks and dust everywhere as the dry wall broke. He let the hopefully very stunned Vampire drop to the floor and made another run for it. He made it close enough to grab the door knob before he grunted as he was slammed against the door.

Hunter swore as the Vampire pressed against his back and pinned both of his wrists against the door. Hunter let his forehead fall against the door; he hadn’t even heard the blood sucker move.

“Now, I think,” the Vampire growled in his ear, “that you’re not overreacting right now. But let’s get some shit straight, okay? You’re my Thrall, there’s nothing you can do about it except accept it. I’m not going to hurt you. So there’s no need to keep wrecking Paige’s place now, because we’re both in deep shit as it is. Hell, we were in trouble over the coffee, and now we just fucked up an entire wall. So unless we get our shit together she’s gonna turn us both into lunch.”

Hunter had never been attracted to other men. Not that he had anything against homosexuals or guys that were couples or whatever. They weren’t bothering him none, he didn’t care. He’d even done a little experimenting back in high school, but it hadn’t done a thing for him.

Yet, remembering the near debilitating pleasure of the night before, Hunter found the only thing he could focus on was the Vampire’s breath on his neck as he spoke. His toes had practically curled in his runners by the time he’d finished speaking.

The blood sucker leaned his face closer, “Are you listening to me?” Hunter shivered when he felt the lips brushing his throat and heat coursed through his veins.

“Uh-“ Hunter’s breath hitched at the light touch of tongue right over where he could feel his pulse racing. If he’d been looking at the Vampire pressed up against him, he would have seen the look of delight as the Vampire realized what effect he was having on his Thrall. Amon wondered if Hunter realized he’d been slowly tilting his head to give him a wider expanse of pale throat to nibble at. He rather thought not.

He gave the human’s neck a quick, hard lick. He grinned widely when Hunter pushed his hips harder into the door and shifted so he could press his growing erection against his Thrall’s butt.

“Hm?” He made it into a question, blowing a slow stream of cool air over the trail of saliva he’d left. Hunter whimpered softly, nails raking against the door as he curled his hands into fists. Amon pushed even harder up against him, fully intent on giving him teasing kisses before biting him, but was stopped as the door beneath them pushed inward suddenly.

He grabbed Hunter around the waist and pulled him backwards before his toes could get crushed but the heavy door. He stepped out of the way, hauling his Thrall easily. He grinned innocently as Jacque’s wide frame filled the entire doorway.

“Hey Jacques.” He grinned shamelessly as Hunter tried to squirm out of his arms. “We were just leaving! Bye!” He dragged Hunter past the large black man, grabbing his black leather jacket off the hook as he passed it. The large black man glared at them the entire time, and wordlessly closed the door behind them.

Hunter immediately tried making a break for it, but was stopped by Amon’s steel-like grip on his wrist.

“Come on, we need to get out of here before Jacques sees the wall and loses his shit.” Amon said quickly, dragging Hunter after him towards the stairs.

“Fuck,” Hunter sword under his breath as they entered the stair well, “This is fucked.” He made a face and rubbed at his neck.

“I know, right?” Amon grinned broadly and hustled after Hunter down the winding stair case, “I’m Amon, by the way. Where are we going?”

Hunter glanced at him, then glanced at the night sky through one of the stairway windows, “No where. I’m going home,” He practically threw the heavy building door open and stepped outside, leaving the door to slam shut on Amon, “having a beer, fucking my girlfriend, and taking a nap. You can go wherever the fuck you like.”

Amon glanced back at the stairs over his shoulder and easily flung the door back open, not taking his hand off Hunter’s wrist. He was worried the second he let go, he’d lose him.

“Oh, well. If that’s the case, I’m coming with you.” Amon grinned, choosing to ignore the total “fuck off” look on Hunter’s face. Hunter grimaced and tried unsuccessfully to shake Amon’s grip on his wrist.

“Can you at least get off me?” He demanded peevishly, giving his arm another hard tug. Amon’s hand remained clamped on his wrist, firmly, but not hurting him. Hunter stopped in his tracks and dug his heels in to try and drag himself free. Amon held his arm rigid, smiling as Hunter continued to struggle.

“If you don’t want to walk, I can just carry you.” Amon offered cheerfully. Hunter made a face at that, but began to walk just the same. Hunter tried to ignore the bloodsucking shithead and just walked. He took a few moments to concentrate instead on how much trouble he was in. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep on that couch for, but he’d definitely missed work. His girlfriend Nancy was probably worried sick too, he thought with a sigh. It occurred to him then that the right thing to do would be to call, but as he reached for his coat pocket he froze.

“Where’s my jacket?” He demanded.

“Oh, back at the apartment.” Amon replied easily, walking closer to his Thrall so they bumped into one another.

Hunter moved further away. “And my cell phone?” He asked warily.

“Threw it out.” Amon tugged the human back towards him.

“You threw out my cell phone!” Hunter exploded. He gave Amon’s chest a useless shove, “You vile fucking creature, you abduct me, force me into freaky blood sharing, you throw out my cell phone –“

“And I’m moving in with you.” Amon added, black eyes glittering. He tugged Hunter against his chest, anger blossoming deep in his belly when his Thrall tried to pull away again.

“The hell you are!” Hunter angrily tried to tug his wrist free again. When this proved to be fruitless once again, Hunter fumed and turned his body away from the Vampire, the beginnings of a plan stirring in his mind. He took a deep breath and focused.

Rage clenched in Amon’s gut, “Don’t you fucking turn away from me!” He snarled, all animal suddenly, fangs bared. Hunter grabbed the Vampire around the waist with what he thought of as his “invisible helping hands” and held him fast. He refused to allow himself to become afraid as the creature struggled against him, instead focusing on the hand now holding painfully tight.

He stretched out another “hand” and pried Amon’s fingers off him, one by one. His brow furrowed in concentration, Hunter slowly took a few steps backwards, watching the cursing Vampire closely. He didn’t have a lot to work with; Hunter was still tired, stressed and a little hungry too. And though he used his telekinesis often, changing a light bulb was a far cry from holding a pissed off Vampire and Hunter was beginning to feel a throbbing sensation right behind his eyes.

Amon stopped struggling and stared at him, “Hunter, let me go right. Now.” He said quietly, menacingly, “Or I’m going to have to get rough with you.” He glanced at Hunter’s pale throat and licked his lips suggestively.

Hunter shivered before he could help himself, and the sexual tension from earlier in the apartment hit him like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t much of a distraction, but it was enough. He barely had time for his eyes to widen and his pulse to quicken before Amon was upon him, one hand curling loosely around Hunter’s throat, the other wrapping around his waist.

Hunter had no idea it was possible to move that fast.

“I don’t want to,” Hunter said quickly as Amon’s head dipped towards his neck. Amon paused, looking surprised.

“You don’t?” He sounded genuinely curious. Hunter was a little confused, and a little afraid. Amon had gone from a regular guy, to a snarling beast, to back again within about five minutes. It was like watching a light switch flick on and off. Amon put his face into Hunter’s hair and inhaled deeply. His Thrall was certainly aroused at the thought of the bite, but Amon could smell the fear and worry on him as well.

Amon frowned and pulled back, running a hand through his short black hair, “Ah, look. I didn’t mean to go psycho on you there. I wasn’t going to hurt you,” He added, a touch defensively, “I’m just… Hungry. I haven’t fed yet, and I wanted you, and you turned away from me. Don’t do that.”

“Okay,” Hunter said slowly, on guard, “I still don’t want you to bite me.”

“No?” Amon asked mildly, gently rubbing his thumb across the pulsing artery in Hunter’s neck.

Hunter swallowed thickly as he felt his face go hot. God, this was impossible. How could Amon be affecting him like this? Hunter had a pretty good idea. The bite. The way it felt… Hunter felt heat pooling in his belly, and he closed his eyes with a sigh as Amon used his whole hand to caress his neck. He unconsciously let his head loll to the side to bare the side of his neck as Amon leaned in to breathe across his overly sensitized skin. Hunter didn’t think there was a word, colour or note in existence that explained exactly how good it felt. His body ached with need for it, and he moaned, fingers fisting in Amon’s shirt as the Vampire started sucking up a mark on his neck. He was pressing himself against the other man before he could stop himself.

“N-not here…” Hunter released a shuddering breath, “N-not now… Stop…”

Amon sucked harder and Hunter whimpered before the Vampire withdrew, holding him easily and peering down at him. Amon had to give the human credit; he was a tough cookie.

“Okay.” He agreed easily, though he wanted his human then and there. Hunter may have had a point; they were standing on a public sidewalk, and though it was empty, that could change anytime.

Especially with all the noise Hunter was going to cause.

He grinned, “We can do it when we get home.”

“Yeah,” Hunter nodded slowly. Amon was amazed by how large his Thrall’s pupils were, “When we get home.”