Darkrider

Author’s Notes: Thanks to my good friend Heather, I have been able to have motivation to continue to write this original. The plot is thickening and becoming a bit more dangerous. Hope you enjoy this chapter! (The longest of them yet.)

Warning: Excessive violence, excessive sexual content, language, and death.

Chapter Five: The Real Darkrider


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Victor walked slowly along the pitch black path outside the walls of a crumbling building. His eyes were tired with tears and his body ached with longing. He walked soundlessly, his breaths shallow in his chest and his heart aching with loss.

How was he ever going to convince the boy to return to him? Something inside him felt as though it had died when the boy had chosen the man he most hated over him. He felt his insides turn once more in the memory of Tyler fleeing to Damion’s dark arms. Something didn’t feel right.

Inside all his confusion was an emotion that he had never felt before; the feeling tugged relentlessly at his heart, urging him to try harder to find the boy. But where would he look first? He knew that vampires’ loved dark places, but those were all over this town, inside and out.

He held his hand to his forehead, feeling light-headed. He tried to think of a place that would allow Damion privacy and darkness at all times. His eyes bolted over to mounmountains that lay at the side of the town. ‘A cave’ he thought vibrantly.

Shifting his weight quickly, Victor headed towards the mountain side. He hoped with all his heart that Damion hadn’t changed the boy yet. He felt the emotion tug again at his swollen heart. What if he found Tyler a vampire? Would he have to kill him? Could he a him himself to do that?

He shook his head, trying to shake away the thought of having to kill Tyler. His hands clasped his gun as he heard sounds of brushing feet around the town that he was exiting. He knew full well that the vampires followed the scent of human flesh, and human he was.

He pushed his hand against the gun, unsheathing it gracefully. In his early years of fighting, he had found that a bullet to their head caused the vampire to burst to ashes. Why this was, he had yet to find out, but as long as it worked he would use it.

A shadow of a man crossed along the clearing just before the town exit. Victor’s eyes darted to watch the figure enclose on him. Taking his gun swiftly into his hand, Victor pushed the head of the gun to the air. His finger did not hesitate as the figure turned, allowing him access to the spot on the head that he aimed for. With one shift of his finger, the gun’s bullet cascaded from the tight enclosure to the open air. It sped towards the aimed vampire, nailing the figure right above his eyes. As soon as the bullet entered the dying flesh, ashes spread like a bomb through the air.

Victor smiled; it had been a long time since he was able to fully fight the vampires with speed. As soon as the vampire flushed into ash, another pounced out of the shadows landing on top of Victor’s back. Victor turned as he felt the first of the cold skin, kicking up his leg to hit the vampin thn the stomach. The vampire’s body heaved to the ground like a rag doll. Groaning in pain, the vampire lifted up once more, attaching himself yet again to the man.

Victor let out a low moan as the vampire drove his nails into his skin. With one quick jerk, the vampire had dissipated into ash. The silver shine of the metal on the stake was held tightly in Victor’s hand as he brought in a heavy gasp. He needed the one thing to make him truly the ‘Darkrider’.

Turning back, he rushed to the base and into the darkness of the closed off garage. He touched his hand to the pitch black motorcycle, loathing in its beauty, before assembling himself onto it. Turning the clutch, the bike roared into life. His eyes filled with malice as he broke through the garage door. His eyes fixated themselves on his destination. He smiled and rode off into the night.

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Tyler slowly opened his eyes, looking out on the dimmed darkness that surrounded his warm body. He turned to look at the other part of his body that lay next to a cold item. His eyes widened as he noticed that Damion was sleeping to his left. He let out a small gasp. ‘Where the hell am I?’ He blinked several times, hoping it was all a dream.

Something inside his stomach turned. He felt his food crawl up to his throat. Pushing his body off the bed to the ground, he allowed the digested food to run from his mouth. His body shook lightly as he felt his mind weaken. ‘What did I do? Why am I here of all places?’ He racked his brain, trying to remember about last night. All he remembered is having to choose between the men. His mind was so confused, but he had decided Victor, didn’t he?

His heart stopped. Did Damion control his mouth to decide for the vampire? He felt his heart sink once again into his stomach. Did that mean that Victor hated him now? He let a soft cry seep from his lips. ‘NO! I have to get out of here and tell Victor that I didn’t mean for this!’ He shuddered violently, trying to think of a way to escape. Would he have to fight Damion? Was he ready for that kind of battle?

He narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at the man that lie lifeless on the bed. His gaze wandered to the ground where his clothing was carelessly tossed. He let a slight groan roll from his lips. He remembered that he had none of his needed items to fight the vampire.

Damion shifted, opening his eyes to look upon the boy. He grinned as he noticed the boy’s frustration. “No need to wander, you will be confound to the bed from here, out.” He allowed his body to stretch out in a restless sleep. He pressed his hands to his eyes, wiping away the signs of sleep.

Tyler readied himself for the man before him; he was not about to give up hope of escape. With a quick shift, he drove his elbow into Damion. Damion gave out a low-shrilled cry; he was not ready for battle at this hour, his body was yet too weak. He felt the jab spread along his abdomen and through his legs.

Tyler lifted his elbow, pushing it harshly against the man’s neck. Once more, the vampire struggled to force his body to fight, but he was still too weak to fight back against the boy. His hands clutched the skin on the boy’s back, trying to force the boy to back away. Tyler only fisted his hand, pulling away enough to reinforce a painful punch to the man’s face.

Damion had had enough. With a shift of his body, he grabbed the boy, pinning him to the bed. “You are only making this harder for yourself, bitch!” His tone was raspy with weak intentions. He couldn’t fight, but he had to show the boy he was ready to take action. “You haven’t realized that I am a vampire and I will bite you!” He allowed his hands to clasp relentlessly at the skin on the boy’s neck.

Tyler felt his air supply being cut off. He gasped for air, trying to struggle himself free. Damion’s hold only tightened around the boy’s air passage. The world around him spun as he felt his body seep into a pitch darkness. He kicked his knee up, sending the vampire into the air. The impact of the kneeing caused the vampire to hold himself in pure agony. “Fucking prick…” He rasped out of his mouth before seeping into a soft cry.

Tyler fled the cave, running as fast as his body would allow. Nothing at this point made him feel any better. He knew that now he had just made the biggest mistake of his life and he had no one to turn to. Victor was probably off forgetting about him and he was all alone to fend for himself.

Tyler heard a loud roar come from the pitch darkness. He opened his ears to listen more intensively. Something told him to stay where he was and await the fate that lies ahead of him.

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Damion arose from his fetal position he had assumed when Tyler had kicked him. He brushed himself off lightly, letting a small grin seep his lips. He turned his body to the cave entrance. “Naughty boy, I will simply have to make you mine!” His eyes sparked with dark fire that waved into life.

Crossing through the cave entrance, Damion disappeared into the shadows. He watched as the sky begin to brighten. “Fuck! I guess I must await another day to be with my love. Don’t worry Tyler, I will come for you!” He shifted quickly into the safety of the cave, to rest before the coming night.

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Victor watched as the day brightened. He looked out, seeing a naked boy standing in the clearing. His eyes flashed, ‘Is that…’ He was answered almost instantly when to boy’s blonde hair waved in the frantic wind. Without hesitation, Victor steered his bike to the boy.

Tyler could not hold back to his weakness from fighting. He fell to the ground, hitting his head hard against a rock. Everything went black as Tyler seeped into a dreamless state of unconsciousness. He limped at the ground, his body shaking wthe the cold day.

Victor gasped as he saw Tyler drop to the ground and limping. He jumped off his bike, rushing over to the unconscious boy’s side. He picked up the naked body from the ground, bringing it’s warmth to his chest. Tears streamed madly from his eyes.

“Tyler? Please…please wake up…” His hands trembled with worry as he hurried to his bike, placing the boy to hold as he rode off towards the base. His body was trembling now with fear, fear that the boy might not be alive, or soon not to be.

He pulled up into the garage, parking the bike carelessly, before taking the boy inside as fast as his legs would take him. He placed the boy on the couch, quickly covering the body with a warm blanket that rested on the top of the couch. His eyes still red with tears, Victor proceeded to treat the wound that seeped blood on the boy’s head.

Again the emotion in his body tugged harshly at his heart. His insides turned as he watched the boy lay motionless on the soft couch. Brushing his hand against the boy’s cheek, Victor bent down to lightly touch Tyler’s lips with his. All he wanted right now was to show the boy how much he cared.

Tasting the boy’s lips allowed Victor’s body to relax as the boy draped his arms around Victor’s neck. Victor ed aed as the Tyler’s eyes fluttered with exhaustion. Victor couldn’t help but feel overjoyed that the boy was okay. “I thought I was going to lose you…please…never leae age again.”

Tyler felt as though his body was on fire; Victor was so close now, ascending small kisses all over his face. Tyler felt his body tingle as the man’s hand softly caress the skin that was exposed just above his collar bone. Victor’s hands; hands that burned his skin with passion; hands that formed butterflies in his stomach; hands that made him wish that time would stop and that he could always feel this way.

Victor brought his head back, watching the boy with a smile. His body ached for the boy, needed the boy. He couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. He pressed his thumb gently to the Tyler’s lower lip. His breaths came with heavy strain to hold back from crying. “Tyler…I love you…” His confession seeped with a low toned voice.

Tyler felt his heart jump at the words. ‘Victor loves me?’ He smiled lightly, pressing on of his hands slowly to Victor’s cheek. “I love you too, Victor.” Victor grinned, his heart leaping in joy at the mutual confession of the two. He leaned over, pressing his lips hotly to the boy’s, seeking out pleasure within the molded skin of the mouth.

He nipped and licked the boy’s lips until entrance to the cavern of the boy’s mouth was give to his dominating tongue. Fleeting to the very edges of the boy’s mouth, Victor’s tongue nuzzled against the warm lining, tasting him with a greedy fill.

Tyler moaned into the man’s mouth, realizing the intensity of the kiss that rushed his mouth with hot desire. He grabbed tenderly at Victor’s shoulders, motioning for the man to lie on top of him. Victor did so without hesitation, pushing his body against the boy’s protectively. He allowed his hand to find its way from the boy’s neck to the hard nipple that rested wantonly on the boy’s chest.

Teasing the nipple, Victor drew gentle circles around the nipples peak, causing Tyler to gasp into his mouth out of pleasure. He drew his finger tips to the boy’s hard peak, brushing it gently enough to allow the boy a spike of pleasure. Tyler arched a bit at the man’s heated touch, his erection growhardharder under the security of the blanket.

Victor pressed soft kisses down the boy’s neck to the nipple he had recently teased and pleasured. Licking the tip of the peak, Victor smoothed his hand down and underneath the blanket, touching the boy’s arousal lightly. Tyler moaned at the double pleasure he was receiving, feeling the man’s melting tongue and craftyger ger tips on his sensitive areas.

Placing his tongue to lick through the dips of the boy’s chest and abdomen, Victor slowly made his way to the awaiting erection. Pulling down the blanket completely, Victor gazed at the impressive arousal that throbbed with want and need for Victor’s touch. Victor licked the tip, tasting the sweet candy of the boy’s pre-cum. He pushed his mouth over the pulsing head, taking the boy into his mouth as slow as he could muster.

Tyler let out a low groan as the hot cavern of Victor’s mouth surrounding his erection. The wet liquid of Victor’s saliva ran around the hardness of Tyler’s arousal, making it gleam with its brilliance in the forensic light. Tyler pushed himself deeper into Victor’s mouth, but was stopped by Victor’s gentle hands around his hips.

Victor removed his mouth, still drowning in the sweet taste of Tyler’s arousal. He pushed his body up a little bit, claiming the boy’s mouth with his own. After dominating the tongue battle that commenced with the kissing, Victor grabbed some oil from the coffee table that he had been using earlier. He placed it on his fingers, making sure to fully dowse the skin. He turned, once again claiming the boy’s mouth. He slid his hand between the boy’s cheeks and touched the opening that sat in the crease. He rubbed it, hearing the soft cries of the boy beneath him, asking him to continue. Sliding in one finger, Victor slowly moved it along the tight tunnel. The heat encompassed his passing tip, sending shivers through the receiver.

Tyler held his breath, slowing his heaving chest. He felt pleasure from every corner of his lower half. On the instant that Victor’s finger tip touched his pancreas, he let out a loud moan. His body consumed in the fire of passion, arching with the pleasure of lust. The musky air shot into his nostrils as his sensitive spot was once more touched, this time with more of the skin of Victor’s finger tip.

Victor smiled, upon realizing that he had hit that special spot, he now sought out the spot each time his finger deepened through the tight tunnel. The boy’s face lie amassed with wanting as the finger continuously hit the sensitive spot. Victor added a second finger, sending it to accompany its’ partner in the task at hand.

Tyler couldn’t takeh moh more, “Victor, now….now…inside! I can’t hold on much longer!” His words were whispered with much difficulty as he held back his steaming climax that sat impatiently at the head of his erection. Victor nodded in understanding, removing his lubricated fingers from the boy.

Victor removed his clothing, tossing it forgotten to the floor. His body gleamed with passionate sweat that rolled down his skin. His erection was broad and tall, standing with all its’ glory. He proceeded, holding himself in his hand and nudging the well stretched entrance to the boy’s lubricated channel. Taking in a soft breath, he pushed his erection slightly into the boy. Thrusting shallowly into the boy, Victor began to slowly move (which was extremely hard for him to do in his current condition). He allowed the boy to adjust to the invasion, before quickening his pace.

Tyler groaned and turned his head to the side, biting unconsciously at his lower lip. This time was different with Victor; sex was now something that brought them as close as they could be. He bucked his hips, trying to deepen the thrusts. Victor got the hint and proceeded to thrust deeper and harder into the boy. Once again the special spot was abused, sending Tyler into an arch at the pleasure.

Tyler couldn’t hold back any longer, with another thrust into his pancreas he cried his lover’s name. His seed spread hotly against his abdomen. Victor moaned as the boy’s tunnel tightened painfully around his erection; with one final thrust, he too came inside the boy, moaning out Tyler’s name.

For a short time, Victor laid breathing heavily against Tyler’s chest. After he had regulated his breathing, he pulled out gently and took the boy into his embrace. Tyler lie breathless on top of Victor, hoping that the embrace would never cease to be. Sleep was far from the two as they lie there, their breathing the only sound emanating through the room.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Tyler looked up from the sweat padded chest to the man just below him. His eyes were full of curiosity and wonder, “Victor…how did you come to be the Darkrider?” His voice was gentle and calming to Victor. Victor grinned lightly, holding the boy close. “Well…” he began.

“When I was ten my mother and father were killed by a pack of men, in which I later learned were vampires.” Victor’s eyes glistened with nearing tears of pain.

Dark figures encircled the gasping couple, their eyes dark on the two humans that cower before them. A tall man stepped from the group of men, his eyes glassed with fire as he stared at the two hungrily. He put his hand to the wall next to the woman, whom had a torn dress and blue eyes that glittered in her fear. The man put his hand to her cheek, caressing it softly. “It is a pleasure to meet you my young lady.” His eyes were pressed with joy as she shuddered at his words.

Taking her into his embrace, he whispered soft words of caring. He tilted her neck, promoting her to give into his demands. With one quick movement, his fangs dug into her skin. She gasped as her blood was drained. She limped after a minute, pale with death. The man simply smiled, looking to the horrified male that quivered with his loss against the wall.

Moving easily towards the man, the vampire showed his fangs. He grasped the wrists of the man, taunting him with words of horror. “Your wife certainly tastes good.” The man’s eyes darkened. “You are just an ugly creature that will die as soon as the day hits the hills.” The vampire chuckled, “Strong words for the soon to be dead.” With that the vampire dug his fangs into the man, sucking away the blood, the life that circled the man. Soon, the man limped to the ground, joining his wife in death.

Victor looked at the shocked boy above him, “When I witnessed my parent’s deaths, I vowed to avenge them and protect the innocent against vampires; much like you did a few months ago.” His voice quivered with painful memories. “As for the nickname…well…my motorcycle allows me to ride in the night at extensive speed. I like to fight on my night bike, without sight…it becomes dangerous.

“I ride with great speed, killing vampires out in the open instantly. Many amateur vampires are afraid of me. As for experienced ones, they simply see me as a nuisance. For example, Damion and I have always fought. He has strength that surpasses many vampires and at points my own. He has always sought to destroy me, but was never been successful. Though, with time he grows stronger, but so do I.” Victor smiled as he mentioned this small not of experience.

He pressed his hands to Tyler’s lower back, caressing it softly. Tyler looked even more interested at this newly acquired information, “Is that why he wanted me to come to his side?” Victor simply nodded his eyes red with exhaustion. Tyler ran his hands tenderly along the man’s chest, thinking about his mother.

Victor smiled once more, holding the boy close. “Now you must rest, I assume that we will be seeing Damion tonight, so we must be well-prepared for battle. I am not going to allow him to take you from me.” Victor planted a soft kiss on the boy’s temple, before closing his eyes. He breathed softly, taking in the wonderful smells that emanated from Tyler.

Tyler nodded in agreement; following Victor’s lead, Tyler closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Damion pulled the dark leather pants along his slender legs. His body curved into the pants as though becoming one with the skin tight material. He pulled a black shirt over his torso, pulling it tightly into his pants. He drew his hair back into a low ponytail that lay perfectly against his back. His earrings lined his ear, as well as the piercing in his eyebrow and just below his lower lip.

Rushing to the side of the cave, Damion looked to his belongings. He gathered his knife and gun, binding them tightly to his sides. He pulled his long trench coat over his shoulders, relaxing in the weight. He licked his lips, feeling the taste of the boy’s lips still there. “Tonight you are mine…”

He laughed at the thought before grabbing one last item that allowed him to disappear. He pressed it into his hands, watching as the shadows faded from his wall. Night was now approaching and his time was coming to see Tyler and fight one last battle with Victor.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry to leave you sorta with a cliff hanger, but what can I say? I be evil! Apart from that, I should finish the sixth chapter soon!