The New Generation

A/N: Since Mitsukai asked so nicely, here is Part 6. My RL is about to really get crazy so this may be it for a while of this story, though I\'m almost done with 7.

Jamie keeps his promise. Or does he?


The New Generation: Part 6

By one in the morning, Fredo still wasn\'t back, Morgan was snoring next to Brodie and Brodie wasn\'t far behind him, even though he knew he had to stay awake in case Jamie popped in. Or however he came in without a door. Morgan had tired Brodie out emotionally as well as sexually and keeping his eyes open took almost Herculean efforts.

He must have dozed off anyway because the next thing he was aware of was a voice whispering in his ear, \"Brodie. Wake up.\"

Brodie\'s eyes instantly snapped open and saw Jamie standing next to the bed with the barest of smiles on his lips. \"You came.\"

Jamie nodded. \"Said I would didn\'t I?\"

\"People say lots of things.\"

Fingers mussed Brodie\'s hair. Fingers that were so icy Brodie could feel the waves of cold pouring off them. \"That\'s them.\" The fingers moved down to Brodie\'s cheek, cupping it. \"You\'re not happy to see me?\" Then he cocked his head towards the sleeping Morgan. \"I see,\" he murmured, pulling his fingers back, \"you already had yours.\"

Jamie walked towards the window and Brodie practically leapt off the bed to stop him. It was a miracle Morgan didn\'t wake up. Then again, Brodie made damned sure he tuckered Morgan out so he wouldn\'t be awake for any of what Fredo had ordered Brodie to do just before Morgan had run into them earlier that night.

And Brodie hadn\'t revealed a word of it to his older brother.

\"Wait,\" he told Jamie. \"I just didn\'t want to wake up my brother.\"

\"Oh.\" Jamie looked puzzled for a moment, then grinned. \"I gotcha.\" Then Brodie waited for the look of disgust as Jamie figured out that meant Brodie was fucking his brother.

It never came. All Jamie was concerned with was, \"You got a place we can go then?\"

Of course, Fredo had already thought of that. Not his room, couldn\'t have any of that shit happening in Fredo\'s bed. No, this tryst would be in the spare room, the birthing room where Lila had died in labor.

The very thought made Brodie\'s stomach sink to his toes. He had purposely stayed away during the labor so he didn\'t see Lila\'s horrible death. And the mess had been cleaned up. No trace of it. Still, knowing what had happened in here was enough to make Brodie\'s cock wilt.

As if he sensed it, Jamie\'s eyes grew wide with concern. \"Hey, if you don\'t want to mess around, it\'s okay, we don\'t have to.\"

Something about Jamie\'s gentleness touched Brodie and he sighed. \"It\'s not that.\"

Jamie lay down on the bed on his back, crossing his hands between his head. \"You just want me to tell you about the Underground.\" He shrugged. \"You want to know that bad I\'ll tell you. Without you having to lay me. But do me a favor, mmmm?\"

Here came the price. Sex or no sex, Fredo made it perfectly clean Brodie would have to pay it. \"What?\" Brodie asked, not bothering to hide his irritation.

To Brodie\'s surprise, Jamie\'s eyes moved over Brodie\'s body in a way that was as titillating as it was unnerving. \"You need to get into pajamas or something because looking at your beautifully naked body is quite distracting,\" Jamie murmured.

And Brodie was starting to feel the same thing when he caught himself glancing at pretty Jamie with his feline features and sexy body that Brodie could see through the thin t-shirt and jeans. \"Don\'t worry,\" he said, climbing onto the bed beside Jamie and pinning him down. \"I want to distract you,\" he said before leaning down and kissing Jamie.

Who abruptly pulled his hands free and wrapped his arms around Brodie\'s chest, rolling the two of them over so Jamie was on top of him.

Brodie laughed softly at Jamie\'s show of dominance. \"You wanna be on top? No problem.\"

Moonlight was streaming in from the curtains in the balcony window and they gave Jamie\'s eyes an almost reddish glow. \"I\'m sorry,\" he whispered suddenly.

Brodie frowned in confusion. \"Sorry? For what?\" Couldn\'t be a lack of desire, Jamie was rock hard against Brodie\'s thigh.

Jamie\'s answer was to seize Brodie\'s lips and swallow them, kissing him so hard Brodie\'s lips bled. Brodie pulled away in shock. \"What\'s with you?\"

\"Hush,\" Jamie said softly, lapping at Brodie\'s lips before sliding down his body, laying kisses down his jaw, to his throat, working his way to Brodie\'s chest.

Then Jamie\'s tongue pulled one of Brodie\'s nipples into his mouth and any annoyance Brodie had was instantly replaced by pleasure. Extreme pleasure that resonated though every nerve in Brodie\'s body. And as Jamie\'s mouth moved lower, Brodie writhed beneath him, his breath coming in short gasps of air. \"Please,\" he panted.

To Brodie\'s surprise, Jamie kissed his way back up again, his fingers wrapping around Brodie\'s hard-on and pumping him. Odd. Maybe Jamie didn\'t swallow.

Jamie kissed Brodie\'s lips again before his mouth trailed down to Brodie\'s neck, his tongue running over the same spot as earlier that night and just like before, Jamie began to suck hard, only this time, he could feel Jamie\'s tongue press Brodie\'s skin against his teeth. \"You trying to give me a hickey or something?\" Brodie yelped before Jamie stroked Brodie faster, pulling his cock harder, making all coherent thoughts in Brodie\'s head nonexistent.

Between Jamie\'s lips, tongue and fingers, Brodie was on stimulation overload, crying out with desire as his blood turned to lava. So much pleasure that he barely felt the pricking of Jamie\'s teeth as they broke the skin.

Jamie\'s fingers worked Brodie\'s cock in rhythm to his sucking and it was like Brodie could feel Jamie\'s mouth and tongue everywhere, the ecstasy building and building up inside Brodie until it was almost orgasmic.

Until Jamie\'s teeth went deeper and the rapturous wave Brodie rode abruptly sent him crashing to the ground as agony sliced through his veins and he lost consciousness.
* * *
After years of sleeping with Brodie, Morgan had grown familiar with the sounds his younger brother made. Every cry, every groan, even the way Brodie\'s breath hitched in his throat when he came, Morgan knew. So when he didn\'t hear Brodie\'s breath grow soft and deep, Morgan knew Brodie wasn\'t sleeping or even trying to sleep. And because of that, Morgan didn\'t sleep either.

When the boy suddenly appeared out of thin air and approached Brodie, Morgan knew why Brodie had stayed awake. Brodie probably met this kid when he was out and about the Old Quarter looking for info on the Underground and had hit the jackpot by finding another Omega Traveler. And when Morgan snuck an eye open, he knew why Brodie wanted this boy. Lithe with pale blond hair, that pretty face probably hooked Brodie instantly.

As soon as Morgan heard the two horny boys leave the room to fuck somewhere else, he snuck after them, moving as quietly as he could. He didn\'t want to see them, even though he knew it was unreasonable, Morgan was jealous of anyone Brodie had sex with. Not to the extend Brodie was of course, but still, definitely jealous. He was relieved when he heard the one boy mention the Underground, at least Brodie was getting more than ass out of this encounter.

When Morgan heard Brodie make those deliciously familiar sounds, he couldn\'t help it he just had to see just what the boy was doing to his brother. As Morgan crept silently into the room, he heard a soft sucking sound but instead of blowing Brodie, the other boy was jerking Brodie off with his face buried in Morgan\'s baby brother\'s neck. Sucking and swallowing.

Flashes of déjà vu suddenly flooded Morgan\'s brain and he didn\'t care if he was butting into Brodie\'s sex life, he didn\'t care that Brodie would yell at him later, all he cared about was the ants-crawling-up-his-spine feeling that told him he had to stop it.

Now!

\"What the fuck are you doing?\" Morgan screamed.

The boy nonchalantly raised his head, giving Morgan an evil grin. With a mouth covered in blood. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. \"Bye,\" he waved.

And then he was gone as if he\'d never been there.

As much as Morgan wanted to go through the whole hotel and hunt down the blood drinking freak, his main concern was his brother. He went over to Brodie and instantly scanned his body, first checking his bloodstream, to see how much blood Brodie lost. And to see how much more advanced this boy\'s disease was. Because Morgan had no doubt that if he\'d gotten a psionic peek at the boy before he made such a nasty exit, he\'d find the same dysfunctional organs and parasitic blood cells as he found with Mackie.

Unlike Mackie, who\'d only taken a few drops, the one boy had ripped through Brodie\'s veins, ravaging them and blowing them out completely. Morgan\'s younger brother had lost over a litre of blood in a very short period of time and his heart and brain were suffering because of it. Brodie\'s blood sugar was dangerously low so Morgan focused on it, raising it gradually to avoid throwing Brodie\'s body into shock. But he couldn\'t heal Brodie\'s veins or replenish the blood he lost. The only good thing was that Brodie wasn\'t developing any of the freakish blood cells so perhaps the bite didn\'t pass the infection, or if it did, Brodie\'s Omega genes made him immune.

Not that Morgan believed that bullshit. Brodie was just lucky. Morgan didn\'t intend to let that weird kid anywhere near his brother to test that theory.
* * *
One of the bad things about eating was that it added substance to Jamie\'s body that he didn\'t have with an empty stomach. So instead of misting and phasing out or even just going through the hotel walls, he had to run to the stairwell, climb the top of the banister then float straight down until he reached the basement and went out the side door. It was locked of course but one twist from Jamie\'s hand and the lock was no longer a problem. Broke the lock but that wasn\'t his problem either. Then it was just a matter of opening the heavy metal door and walking outside while the door slammed behind him.

(Took you long enough.)

Jamie rolled his eyes. (You kidding?) he replied in that same soft, breathless way of speaking called Nightspeech. The way that he and others like him naturally spoke without taking the breath necessary for Breathers to hear them talk. (How long was I supposed to take?)

(Long enough to kill the little one,) the other boy answered. Then his eyes narrowed. (Which you didn\'t. That\'s twice.)

Busted. Jamie nodded, knowing getting a lie past him was not happening. (We\'re all not Mr. Quick Draw like you.)

\"Mr. Quick Draw\" wasn\'t having any of Jamie\'s excuse either. (When you want to you can drink and kill just as fast as I can, kaloz mou. Emphasis on the words, \"when you want to.\")

If he was calling Jamie \"beloved,\" then he couldn\'t be that mad even though Jamie could definitely sense he was irritated and he\'d be even more irritated if Jamie denied it. He sighed. (Fine, you win, I didn\'t want to kill Brodie. You happy, Angelo?)

(No.)But Angelo leaned over and kissed him on the mouth anyway, then licked Jamie\'s lips and smirked. (Is that why you didn\'t fuck him, lover mine? Because you didn\'t want to kill him?)

Jamie, more commonly known by his nickname of Weasel, glared at his Sire who was also his lover. (You\'d rather I fucked him?)

(I\'d rather you killed him,) Angelo growled, (but this doesn\'t have to fuck everything up.) He nuzzled Weasel\'s neck. (You did mark him, nai?)

(You told me to, didn\'t you?) Weasel said with more than a little annoyance.

\"You\'re mad,\" Angelo whispered in his ear. \"Don\'t be.\"

He plunged his tongue inside and Weasel\'s knees buckled. (You\'re sweetening me,) Weasel remarked.

(Is it working?) Angelo asked, nibbling Weasel\'s ear.

Weasel\'s answer was to seize Angelo and swallow his mouth.


A/N: I will say that reviews does spur the muse....