Sons of Midnight

Cool, you guys like it. I'm glad! Things are just getting good now so enjoy! And eventually I want to do more with the twins since I love them so much but it'll be in my own story universe.

Sons of Midnight
Chapter 5: Rescued From the Flames

Nick and Desmond ended up two blocks away at a seedy nightclub aptly named sYn. Seducing a boy seemed to be child's play for Nick and he easily lured an unsuspecting youth from the dance floor and to the backrooms. Desmond was like a junkie and was watching his new "friend" as if he was a walking ampoule of Emerald Dust. Nick was careful to keep Desmond away until they were in a private room with the door locked.

"Why is your buddy looking at me like that?" The boy inquired as Nick laid him down on the narrow bed.

Nick smiled sweetly. "He wants you, dear heart, but not before I taste you first."

There were no arguments as Nick pulled off the boy's shirt and slowly began lapping at his chest and worked his way up. "Feels good, Brian?"

"Fuck yes," Brian moaned. He tilted his head to the side while Nick kissed and nibbled at his throat. Within moments Brian was gasping for air as if Nick's attention was driving pure ecstasy through his body. Desmond watched the two boys with almost crazed eyes, tugging at his shirt as the ants in his veins turned to shards of glass.

"Nick," Desmond hissed, "you said he was for ME." He went over to the bed and tugged on Nick's shirt impatiently. "Nick..Nick!"

The other boy gave an exasperated sigh but pulled away from Brian. "And so he is, honeychild." Nick got off the bed and Desmond immediately took his place, scooting close to Brian with a soft smile. Desmond began by giving Brian careful and soft kisses on his lips but they soon became hungry and passionate. Nick chuckled as he watched Desmond swallow the boy's face and eased away from the bed.

"You'll be fine, Des. Right now, I want to find something sweet for myself."

Desmond lifted his head to look at Nick. "Will you be back?"

Nick gently stroke Desmond's face. "Count on it, lover" Desmond turned his head to nuzzle and kiss Nick's hand and turned his attention back to Brian. Satisfied that Desmond was taken care of, Nick left the room.

Zavier had never been this afraid in his entire life. Even those nights so long ago when Mr. Dwight would drag him away to a dark room and whisper for him to be a good boy was nothing compared to the fear of what might be happening to Desmond. He knew Nick wouldn't take him that far since Desmond's hunger was on the brink of being uncontrollable. He could only imagine how far Desmond would go if someone wasn't there to keep him in line. Desmond had to be saved from himself.

He had been walking for nearly ten minutes without a real reason why and he stopped to gather his thoughts. He imagined Desmond's face—his face—and he had the oddest sensation of an invisible rope around his waist, tugging him to the left.

"Desie," he whispered and the tugging strengthened. He concentrated and used his gift like a sonar but reaching out just for one person. Desmond was close, Zavier could feel it, and he ran off as the neon lights of a club called sYn got closer.

Once inside it was harder to hone in on Desmond with so much activity around him. It was loud and crowded and he was receiving feedback from some of the club patrons, fogging his head from what he really wanted. He shut the mental door he had opened and the chorus of voices in his head ceased but it had also broadened the location of Desmond. Instead Zavier used the tugging feeling from before and let it lead him to the area of backrooms. He wasn't sure which one so he started opening them all. The first room was empty but the second had two boys on the bed and Zavier instantly recognized the head of dark curls. He rushed in and pulled Nick away from the boy he thought was his brother. He froze when he saw that not only was the boy on the bed a stranger but his neck was a mess of bites and blood.

"You should really knock next time, sport," Nick purred. He took his time to lick the blood from his lips. He smiled at Zavier but there was a sharp addition to his pearly whites that made the twin cringe away.

"Where's Des? What have you done to him?" Zavier nearly shouted.

Nick laughed. "You tracked him this far, sunshine, why spoil the surprise?"

Nick was clearly not going to be of much help. Zavier's fear grew to terror and he fled out the room.
The fourth room was a success and he saw Desmond straddling someone and moaning loudly. The scent of blood was so strong Zavier staggered and slowly walked to the bed.

"Desie?" he called softly but received no response. He reached out and tugged at his brother's shirt but had to jump back to avoid being hit by a fist. Desmond had actually taken a swing at him.

Desmond's eyes were glassy and wild and his blood covered lips pulled back into a snarl. He had done that once before with Theo but this time Zavier was truly concerned. He'd never seen Desmond so wild before and he peeked over to take a look at the body and found that the young man's neck was in ruins. It was literally torn open and very very messy. Zavier peered closer and saw that he was looking at a bloody hole and wondered where that extra flesh had gone to. He gasped and grabbed Desmond, unafraid of his twin's tantrum.

"Desie, listen to me! How much did you drink? What did you eat? Desmond!"

Zavier shook Desmond so violently he sagged in his arms and groaned. Desmond held his stomach and whimpered.
"Avie," he moaned, "I couldn't help it. I-I think I ate too much."

The next moment left the boys with little time to react and Zavier had mere seconds to leap out of the way as all the contents of Desmond's stomach violently came back up. Along with the blood were several half dollar sized chunks of flesh that Desmond had swallowed whole in his crazed feeding.

Zavier's feelings were a mix of concern and aggravation as he held the hair out of his twin's face. He couldn't be too upset at Desmond since he wasn't in control when he got that hungry but Nick on the other hand could be blamed fully. It was clear that Nick was like them, maybe a bit more, but it didn't give him the right to interfere with their lives. As if summoned by Zavier's hateful thoughts, Nick was suddenly in the room and chuckled softly.

"Someone got greedy."

"You lousy asshole!" Zavier shouted, furious that Nick dared to be so nonchalant. "It's your fault he's like this; why did you leave him alone?"

The mirth in Nick eyes died yet he gave Zavier a sweet smile. "My mistake, honeychild. I assumed Des was smart enough not to eat himself sick."

Zavier held his twin closer to his chest. "He doesn't know when to stop, that's why he needs someone with him. You had no right! You stay the fuck away from us!"

Desmond pushed away from Zavier. "He was just trying to help me, Avie. It was my fault I took too much."
And it was at that moment the current situation hit Desmond now that he had some of his wits still about him. Not only had Nick known exactly what he needed but now they were discussing it calmly as if it was the weather. He looked to Nick with wide and confused eyes. "Is that why you were watching us tonight? How did you know you were like us?"

Nick laughed. "More like you and StupidClone here are like me. But you two are stuck in Maturity, every Sangsue goes through it."

Zavier frowned. "Maturity? Sangsue?"

Nick rolled his eyes and sighed as if the topic bored him. "Sangsue is what you are, an ancient race no one knows about. Maturity is what you're going through…when your stomach stops working and blood is the only fix. Following me so far, sport?"

"You're making it up," Zavier decided, "we're just Mutants or something."

"Yeah, or something," Nick replied, obviously not pleased with Zavier one bit. "I actually thought you were the brains of the outfit, Avie…guess I thought wrong."

Zavier made moves to get off the bed but Desmond held him back. "So we're not mutants," the calmer twin said softly. "You mentioned an old race? So does that mean we're not human?"

Nick answered Desmond with much more patience than he had Zavier. "I don't know, lover. What do you know of your parents?"

Zavier spoke first. "We were at an orphanage until we ran away at eleven. All they told us was that our mother died giving birth to us and some Supe dropped us off with a chest full of pictures and junk."

"He named us and left," Desmond added solemnly.

Nick frowned. "Was the Supe your father?"

"If he was do you think he'd admit it?" Zavier replied nastily. "Who would claim two freak throw aways like us?"
"Didn't you just hear Nick?" Desmond suddenly snapped. "To be a freak or Mutant—even a Supe—you still have to start off as human. We're above that."

"Only in part," Nick corrected.

Zavier seemed unconvinced and got off the bed. "That's wonderful, Desie, now let's go."

Nick went over to Zavier and pushed him back on the bed. "Stay awhile, Avie-kins…I insist."

Desmond shifted on the bed. "Why are you here Nick?"

"Angelo."

"Huh?"

The dark haired boy leaned forward and gave Desmond a soft kiss on the cheek. "My name is Angelo, glike mou," he said in a tone as sweet and thick as honey.

Even though Desmond didn't understand the endearment it still made him blush. It was the way Angelo purred every word and the look in those dark eyes promised much more. "Angelo," he repeated softly as his chin was titled upwards and his lips were a breath away from Angelo's.

Zavier pushed Angelo away from his brother. "I don't care what your name is...we're leaving!"

Angelo turned away from Desmond only to give Zavier a hard smack on the head.
"Let's get one thing straight, you fucker," Angelo hissed, "you listen to me now, got it? You wanna know why you two got noticed? It was because of the late night dumpster visits. Bodies pile up and you'd bring attention that my boss doesn't want."

"So I'll find another way," Zavier snapped. "Tell your boss that and the two of you leave us the fuck alone!"
Angelo grinned. "You really don't listen, do you, vlaka? There are only two things that's gonna happen tonight. You accept my help or you die."

Desmond stopped Zavier from saying anymore and possibly making the situation even worse. "What help? We know what we need now and how to get it. We'll be more careful, Angelo, we promise."

That didn't seem to be enough and Angelo shook his head. "You don't understand. You think tonight was just a fluke? The hunger only gets worse from here and there's no satisfying it. Even the strongest men go insane, Des."

"Lies so you can have us to do what you want," Zavier growled.

Angelo's dark eyes flashed to him. "Would you rather wait until the next victim he takes is you? I wouldn't shed a tear but I don't think Desmond could live with himself. I don't have a reason to lie to you. I was sent to take care of a problem—you and Des—I'm giving you the choice of how I solve it."

"Yeah," Zavier mumbled, "your way or death. Not much of a choice."

"More than you deserve," Angelo shot back. "I could just kill you both and go about my merry way. I'm offering you help, Zavier. I can fix you."

Zavier looked at the body that was now on the floor. He knew he wouldn't be able to be there every single time Desmond ate so was this the mess that he would worry about facing each time? He wanted Desmond to be fixed, he wanted his brother safe and it seemed Angelo was the answer.

Zavier sighed with defeat. "Alright. You win." Angelo had opened his mouth to speak but Zavier quickly continued. "Just give us one last night before we do whatever this 'fixing' takes."

Angelo frowned. "You still expect me to just let you leave?"

"Just some time to take it all in," he explained. "Tomorrow night you fix things."

Angelo looked at Desmond. "Is this something you want as well?"

Desmond pressed himself to Zavier's chest and nodded. "It is…please."

Angelo was quiet for some time but finally nodded. "Fine. Do you know of a club called the Nocturne?"

Zavier nodded and Angelo continued. "Be there by nine p.m. Make no mistake, if you're a minute late I will track you down and end it right fucking there." He glanced down at the body on the floor. "Clean up this mess before you even think about leaving this club, got it?"

Desmond agreed and, as if picked up by the wind, the space Angelo occupied was empty.

Desmond whimpered and held onto his brother for dear life. "Avie, what's going to happen?" he whispered.

Zavier stroked his brother's hair. "I wish I knew, Desie. I wish I knew."


Oh ho ho! The plot thickens....:-P
Later,
Peccavi