The New Generation

A/N: Mitsukai and Lianelle, thank you for your feedback for this story. You help the muse extremely. I suddenly had a spurt of inspiration from the muse, in the middle of the chaos of my life, and voila, here it is. And you have... smut.

The New Generation: Part 7


Brodie came to with Fredo and a worried Morgan standing over him. \"Wha\' happen?\" Brodie slurred, unable to speak any clearer. His arms and legs weighed a ton, even lifting his head off the pillow was difficult.

\"You tell me,\" Morgan asked carefully. Why? What was he hiding from Brodie?

\"Fuck if I can remember,\" Brodie mumbled, giving Morgan a pleading look to stop worrying whether or not it will traumatize him and just tell him.

Fredo frowned. \"Yeah, our Omega brother to be is a skilled enough telepath to have messed up your memory.\"

\"Omega brother to be?\" Brodie repeated then suddenly remembered something. \"Oh yeah, Jamie. He came over tonight. He…. \" Brodie trailed off and realized that Jamie was gone and his brother and Fredo were here instead. \"Where\'d he go?\"

Morgan was about to tell him but Fredo cut him off. \"What do you remember?\"

Brodie\'s memory was like quicksand. The more he tried to remember, the deeper he was in muck. But little details flashed in his mind. \"Um,\" he began, \"I think we got busy but I don\'t remember anything after that.\"

\"Brodie received a powerful mental suggestion,\" Fredo told Morgan like Brodie wasn\'t even there, something he did more often than Brodie liked. \"His memories are coming back slowly but only when triggered.\" He smiled. \"This Jamie will be quite useful after he joins us.\"

\"Fredo, the boy is another Mackie, only he\'s farther gone. Any kid he gives you will have that same infection,\" Morgan pointed out. \"And he would have killed Brodie if I hadn\'t stopped him.\"

\"I\'m sorry.\"

Then the pleasure. Such ecstasy Brodie had never felt even with Morgan. Like every pleasure center in his brain had been stroked over and over. Until the dull pain became a knife digging into his throat, ground glass moving through his veins and slashing them. And Jamie\'s lips. Soft but firmly sucking. His icy tongue lapping at Brodie\'s throat.

Brodie shoved the image from his brain, not wanting to remember, it was better not to remember, much better to lie here and sleep. He was so tired. His eyelids fluttered closed.

But Fredo forced the images back and they flooded Brodie\'s mind like a tidalwave. Then he tore through them himself, scrutinizing every memory Brodie had of Jamie, from when they first met to when they were fooling around. It was like being naked in front of Fredo\'s eyes only a zillion times more humiliating.

And Fredo knew it. He let out a laugh that made Brodie want to fall through the bed. \"Busy little bugger, weren\'t you?\"
Brodie seethed with pure hatred, dangerous with Fredo\'s full attention on him but anything had to be better than the realization that Fredo had let the seduction and sex happen so he could get off on Brodie\'s humiliation.

\"My brother just got his blood drained by an infected boy and you\'re making fun of him?\" Morgan demanded. That alone could have gotten him killed but the need to protect his baby brother was stronger.

So was the fact that he was unable to protect Brodie from Jamie.

Fredo gave Morgan an indulgent look, as if he would tolerate the Healer\'s defiance for now, then patted Brodie\'s hair. \"After all that,\" he said softly, \"the kid never gave you any information.\"

Brodie\'s blood ran cold at those words, knowing what they meant.

As did Morgan. \"Jamie nearly killed him, Fredo! I won\'t have that freak going anywhere near him!\"

\"Don\'t you mean that you\'ll only have that freak going anywhere your precious brother over your dead body?\" was Fredo\'s calm answer.

And why shouldn\'t he be calm? He could kill Morgan with a thought. \"It\'s okay, Morgan,\" Brodie muttered weakly, then looked at Fredo. \"You know I\'ll follow your orders so leave him out of it, okay?\"

\"Such brotherly love,\" Fredo sneered. \"Makes me want to puke.\" Then he grabbed a fistful of Brodie\'s hair and yanked hard. \"You seem to forget who your real family is, Brode. Blood ties mean shit.\" Then he smiled coldly. \"Especially when it comes to our new brother.\"

Morgan stared at him. \"Didn\'t you hear me before? Jamie is INFECTED. He\'ll only try to kill us and any kid he gives you will be infected too, just like Mackie\'s baby.\"

Morgan was the one person Fredo would listen to because he respected his knowledge of the human body and his power as a Healer. Morgan knew his stuff and Fredo valued that. But it only went so far. \"Are you done?\" Fredo asked in a bored tone.

It wasn\'t a question. It was a warning. One both Brodie and Morgan heard loud and clear.

\"You\'ve forgotten one simple fact,\" Fredo pointed out. \"Unlike Mackie, Jamie is self-controlled. And from what I\'ve seen you\'re right Morgan. Jamie is another Mackie. With the same Omega speed and strength, only with an extra ability to fade in and out of places. \" He smiled at Brodie. \"Kind of like yours.\" The words were offhanded but Brodie was quickly getting the message. Brodie was replaceable.
* * *
\"So, if you do that blood mixing thing, I won\'t feel like shit anymore?\" Mackie asked Dimitri as they walked towards the Nocturne. Not that Mackie was thrilled about going there but it wasn\'t like he had anywhere else to go. He couldn\'t go back to his Omega family, not in this state, where he could easily kill Morgan this time, or even Brodie or Fredo. Then again, Morgan would be ordered to kill Mackie before he had the chance. No, going back to his brothers was out of the question, especially when he was starting to have doubts that he was an Omega in the first place.

Dimitri nodded. (Once you\'re Changed, it\'ll be better.) Mackie didn\'t miss that the blond answered Mackie\'s \"if\" with his own \"once.\"

And he ignored Dimitri\'s sense of inevitability. \"What would I be changed into? Something like you and Angelo?\"

(Some thing?) Dimitri let out an amused laugh. (You\'ll be Changed into what we are.)

\"And what is that, Dimitri?\" Mackie demanded. \"You say you\'re not vampires but close. So what are you?\"

Dimitri rolled his eyes. (Not alive. Not dead. That\'s all you need to know.)

Sounded like a vampire to Mackie but he knew better than to say so.

They reached the Nocturne and went in through the back door, stopping in the stockroom. (You look like you could use some liquid refreshment,) Dimitri remarked, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels from one of the shelves. He paused a moment. (You prefer anything else?)

Mackie shrugged. \"Jack is fine if you\'ve got Coke to go with it.\"

(Don\'t really want to go back to the bar or Imre may nag me to fucking death. I have a mini fridge in my room upstairs though, if you want.)

Mackie laughed at the obvious pickup line. \"If you want to mess around, then just say so.\"

Surprise briefly flickered in Dimitri\'s frosty blue eyes, only to be replaced with amusement. (And if I did, what would you say, munga?)

Mackie\'s eyes moved over Dimitri\'s body, the broad shoulders, the finely muscled frame. And that pull that made Mackie\'s blood boil in his veins. \"Stop it,\" Mackie said.

Dimitri\'s eyes widened. (What the fuck are you on about, Makis?)

Mackie didn\'t even bother to correct Dimitri, he was more interested in this \"I-want-to-jump-your-bones\" feeling and Dimitri making it go away. \"Stop fucking around with my blood!\"

Mackie suddenly found himself with Dimitri\'s hand pressed hard against his mouth. He hadn\'t even seen Dimitri move. \"Voulose to,\" the blond hissed angrily. \"The whole club doesn\'t need to hear you, you dumbfuck.\" He calmed down and removed his hand. (If you must speak in English, then keep your voice down when you speak about our blood and what it does. Get me?)

\"Fine,\" Mackie whispered as softly as he could. \"Stop fucking around with my blood, Dimitri,\" he repeated.

Dimitri laughed. (I\'m not doing a thing. Your blood is reacting to mine and my blood is reacting to yours. Ensures our offspring stays within our bloodline. If you were a woman and I was a Breather, you\'d be in heat and I\'d be knocking you up.)

\"But I\'m not a woman, so why-\"

\"That\'s right,\" Dimitri whispered, leaning forward, \"you\'re not.\" And before Mackie had the chance to stop him, Dimitri captured Mackie\'s lips with his own.

Mackie wanted to push Dimitri away but that was his brain. His body wanted something different altogether. When Dimitri\'s tongue snaked into Mackie\'s mouth, Mackie\'s tongue wrestled and tangled with it, thrusting forward as Dimitri began to hump him.

It was like Mackie was on a drug that made him hypersensitive to touch, to smell, to taste, to DIMITRI. Dimitri smelled intoxicating; every brush of Dimitri\'s hard-on against Mackie\'s made him dizzy. Even the dark and carnal taste of Dimitri\'s mouth excited Mackie, until he was rubbing against Dimitri desperately, needing to feel that contact.

Dimitri suddenly broke the kiss and Mackie found himself gasping for air. For someone who didn\'t have to breathe, Dimitri seemed to be breathing pretty heavily himself. \"If we\'re gonna do more than make out, I\'d prefer to be somewhere a little more comfortable,\" he panted.

\"Like your room?\" Mackie said.

Dimitri just grinned. (If you like.)

Mackie wouldn\'t like, didn\'t want to but he was too hot and bothered to let all that be an issue. He shrugged. \"Why not?\"

(Why not, indeed.)

They walked from the stockroom through the club, to the back wall where Dimitri stepped down so hard it resonated through Mackie\'s bones. Then out of nowhere, the wall pivoted to the left and revealed a staircase. \"That\'s handy,\" Mackie remarked.

It was Dimitri\'s turn to shrug. (It keeps the wrong people out. That\'s all I care about. Come on, I don\'t want to keep the entrance open that long.)

Mackie followed Dimitri through the secret door and with one more stomp of Dimitri\'s foot on the floor, the wall swiveled back to the right, closing the entrance as if it was never there. Then it was up the stairs, through a door, then down a corridor to Dimitri\'s room.

(Hold this a second,) Dimitri told Mackie, handing him the bottle of Jack Daniels so he could reach into his pocket, fish out the keys and open the door to his room. (You first,) he said, following Mackie inside and shutting the door behind him.

The bed was the first thing Mackie noticed. Well that and the expensive stereo equipment, complete with soundboard, great speakers and amplifiers. But the bed was the most obvious thing there and it was also obvious that was what Dimitri was talking about when he mentioned being \"comfortable.\" It was the only furniture to sit on but there was always the floor. Mackie slid down a wall and leaned against it as he sat ramrod straight on the floor.

Dimitri smirked at him. (Afraid I\'m gonna molest you or something, little bird?)

Afraid he would. Afraid he wouldn\'t. Afraid of how much Mackie wanted both. \"You got that Jack and Coke,\" he asked, eager to change the subject fast.

Dimitri sighed with exasperation. (You have any idea how much it\'ll take to even get you buzzed, you idiot?)

Mackie shrugged. \"It already takes a lot.\"

(You know how much it will take?) Dimitri repeated.

\"Who says I even want to get drunk, Dimitri?\"

(Why else drink? Can\'t be the taste,) Dimitri snorted. (Jack tastes like shit. Even with Coke.)

\"Then don\'t drink it,\" Mackie snapped.

Dimitri laughed. (I don\'t. I smell it every night though. Not sweet enough.)

\"Look you asshole, I didn\'t come up here for this bullshit. In fact,\" Mackie rose to his feet,
tired of this verbal sparring Dimitri seemed determined to do, \"I don\'t know why I came up here in the first place.\"

\"Sure you do,\" Dimitri whispered, his fingers just brushing against Mackie\'s ear. Just that barely there contact was like striking a match that added more fire to Mackie\'s blood, pooling hot and throbbing between his legs.

It\'s just instinct, Mackie thought to himself as Dimitri drew closer and Mackie felt like he was about to explode with desire. Instinct to procreate, even if it was wasted with two boys; one of which didn\'t even have a living body. Instinct that would only result in death of whoever the mother of Mackie\'s next baby ended up being. Instinct that Mackie knew without a doubt would override any of the revulsion he now felt at the thought of even kissing a woman, let alone fucking one.

Revulsion not unlike what Mackie felt at the overwhelming attraction to Dimitri or even Angelo. Revulsion at knowing that his fevered blood made him incestuous. Revulsion that didn\'t stop Mackie from letting Dimitri pull him down on to the bed.

Clothes became an obstacle that was hastily removed, tossed carelessly on the floor as they tore at each other. This wasn\'t the gentle and needy sex Mackie usually had with Morgan or the playful sex he had with Brodie. This was unlike anything Mackie had ever experienced before, feral and primal. Mackie found a growl escaping his lips.

Like a fucking animal. He was nothing but an animal.

Dimitri\'s touch swept Mackie under a current of passion and desire. Every lick of Dimitri\'s tongue and nip from Dimitri\'s teeth set off a tidalwave of pleasure so extreme that it felt almost too good, towards that threshold where ecstasy and agony blurred into one and it was nearly too much for Mackie\'s body to take. Mackie bucked as if he was possessed, writhing frenetically as Dimitri\'s mouth moved down below his stomach, the other boy\'s lips vibrating against Mackie\'s lust fevered skin as he whispered, \"Takes fucking good suction to feed, baby. But it\'s good for other things too.\"

A moment later Mackie found out as Dimitri dipped his head and gulped Mackie\'s cock whole in one swallow. To say Dimitri\'s suction was \"fucking good\" was an understatement; it was like Dimitri was trying to literally suck Mackie\'s dick off. If he pulled any harder, Dimitri would have ripped Mackie\'s penis off his body. \"F-fuck,\" Mackie breathed, \"you trying to eat me or something?\"

Dimitri\'s answer was to wrap his mouth around Mackie\'s cock, starting from the head then bobbing his head up and down, immersing Mackie in warm, liquid, sensation that made him melt.

Then Dimitri\'s lust flooded Mackie\'s senses, empathy had never been his strong point but he wasn\'t only feeling Dimitri\'s passion, it seemed to be building on his own somehow, magnifying it, until his blood was boiling over in his veins and brought him over the edge. Mackie swore, almost screaming as he came harder and more violently than he ever had.

Ecstasy crested and Mackie was so high on his orgasm that when he suddenly felt Dimitri\'s teeth, no not his teeth, his TEETH, driving deep into Mackie\'s thigh, the pain tore through Mackie\'s body, throwing it into shock.

FUCK!

Dimitri was showing him how good his suction really was, sucking so hard that Mackie\'s blood was like little knives, slicing through his veins. He tried to raise his hips and thrust upwards, attempting to shake Dimitri off but Dimitri wasn\'t budging and after a while, a woozy lassitude settled in Mackie\'s bones. Dimitri was sucking Mackie dry and Mackie idly wondered Dimitri hadn\'t meant to kill him all along but instead of scaring him, the thought meant nothing to him. His own death meant nothing. He was just feeling too good. Too peaceful. If he had to die, let him be slowly consumed to death….

\"Open your fucking eyes!\" Dimitri suddenly hissed and Mackie hadn\'t even realized he\'d closed them. \"Sorry idiot, you\'re not dying.\"

All of the sudden, warm, thick liquid sweetness ran over Mackie\'s cooling lips. And the pressure of Dimitri\'s dripping wrist pressing against Mackie\'s mouth. \"NO!\" Mackie cried out desperately, using every last bit of strength he had to push Dimitri\'s wrist away.

Mackie suddenly felt Dimitri\'s fist connect with his jaw, leaving Mackie reeling and almost unconscious. \"Now, listen good,\" Dimitri whispered. \"You have two choices and only two seconds to make up your mind.\" He smiled evilly, fully exposing… fangs. \"Either you take my offering and let me Change you or I finish you off, right here, right now.\" His smile turned cold and nasty. \"You wanna die, Mackie?\"

The way Mackie saw it, the decision was a no brainer. Die or become something that will never die. Mackie weakly reached for Dimitri\'s wrist, licking at the blood first before he suddenly snapped and his mouth latched onto Dimitri\'s wrist, drinking away what was left of his humanity and killing the illusion of being an Omega forever.


A/N: Yeah, I\'m evil to cliffhanger it there. If you want more, let me know!