Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 7: Night Children

Another morning and afternoon came and went, leaving the twins behind and it was nearly 8 o'clock when they finally stirred. They cleaned up and rushed out the door, heading deep within the Old Quarter to the Nocturne. Like every night, the self contained area was buzzing with activity as both young boys and girls littered the corners in hopes for clients. Some were Ghosts other were Pets but they both were hungry for the same thing. Credits.

Zavier was careful using his gift and used it like an invisible hand sweeping the area in front of him. It wasn't easy but it allowed him to feel out the ghosts from the pets and he easily lured one behind a club where Desmond was waiting with a sharp razor to slit the boy's throat. They ate quickly, disposed of the body and ran to the club. To their surprise when they arrived at the club and were spotted by the bouncer he ushered them to the front of the line and practically shoved them through the entrance.

Inside was even worse than the packed streets with people scattered throughout the huge room from the dance floor, sitting at tables or private booths. Finding Angelo amongst the crowd was going to prove difficult.

"Let's ask around," Zavier said.

Desmond nodded. "I'll ask the people at the tables." He turned to walk away but Zavier snatched him back.

"Are you nuts? Think about it, Des. Angelo can't be the only one if he has a boss and this place has a rep for strange shit anyway."

Desmond glanced at the people around him, wondering which were normal or what Angelo had called 'Sangsue'. "So where do we start?"

"The bar," Zavier decided. "Bartenders are supposed to know where people are, right?"

They made their way through the sea of people on the dance floor and sat at the bar where a blonde was expertly serving drinks.

"Hey," Zavier called out, "can you help us?"

The blonde faced them and Zavier was surprised to see someone so young tending bar. He couldn't have been a day over eighteen, perhaps younger. His icy blue eyes traveled from Zavier to Desmond and he smiled broadly.

"I'm seeing double tonight," he laughed, "what can I get you two?"

Zavier shifted under the bartender's scrutinizing eyes but finally found his voice.
"No drink. We need to find a boy."

The blonde laughed harder. "What do you want a boy for when you can have a man, baby?"

Zavier was thrown off guard by such a blunt flirtation and actually blushed. "I-I didn't mean it like that. We're looking for someone. Angelo."

"Figures," the bartender muttered, obviously losing some interest in the twins. "What do you want with him?"

"So you know where he is?" Desmond asked excitedly.

The bartender's crystal eyes flashed to Desmond. "I might, but it's hard to say…he's always so busy."

"Look, we're on borrowed time here," Zavier snapped, "do you know or don't you?"

Their potential informant smiled. "Like I said, I might. Info around here ain't cheap so it'll cost you."

Even Desmond was beginning to lose his patience. "How many credits do you want?"

"Who said anything about money?" was the amused reply. "All I want is a kiss."

"Go fuck yourself!" Zavier spat and tugged at Desmond's arm but his brother refused to move.

"Just a kiss? You'll tell me where Angelo is? You swear?" Desmond leaned closer to the older boy and smiled softly.

"Exactly where he is," the boy agreed.

Desmond sighed. If this was what it took he could survive a kiss. "Fine, have your kiss."

But the blonde didn't move a muscle; instead he was staring right at Zavier. Desmond was confused. Normally men—young and old—were attracted to Desmond's softness and "virgin" vibe he seemed to give out. It was only natural that Desmond had become accustomed to being lusted after and was now clueless and a bit upset that he had just been rejected. Who would refuse his sweet innocence for Zavier's tough rude exterior?

"But you said you wanted a kiss," Desmond grumbled.

"I said I wanted a kiss, I didn't say from whom," the young man corrected. He turned to Zavier and crooked a finger at him to come closer. "You want the info or not?"

Zavier glared at Desmond and then looked at the bartender. "You want a kiss, blondie? You got it."

He stormed back to the bar, grabbed the blonde by the chin and yanked him forward for a violent kiss. Zavier kissed him angrily and bit the boy's lips several times before pulling away. "Now tell us where he is!"

The young man sucked on his bruised lip. "You call that a kiss, little bird? I'll show you a real kiss."

Before Zavier could respond his head was suddenly in the blonde's hands and chilled lips were crushing against his and a tongue shoved its way into his mouth. Zavier gave muffled protests but there was no stopping it since the other boy held him with a strength that shadowed his own. It infuriated him and yet it was beginning to stir up a new feeling. Lust. Zavier moaned before he could stop himself and chewed on the blonde's lips as the spark turned into a flame. When they finally parted from the sloppy kiss Zavier was out of breath and he whimpered as the blonde's teeth nibbled softly at his chin.

"That's how a MAN kisses. Stick with me tonight; you don't need Angelo for a good time."

"And I suppose you think he'll find a better time with you? Keep dreaming, vlaka."

Zavier yanked away from the bartender and saw Angelo approaching them from the dance floor. The sultry boy walked past Zavier, ignoring him completely, and went to Desmond.

"Hey there, lover," he purred and stroked Desmond's blushing cheeks. Angelo leaned forward and planted soft kisses all over Desmond's face before finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss that made the twin whimper. "Time to get you all fixed up."

He took Desmond by the hand and looked at Zavier for the first time. "And you too, I suppose. Come on."

Angelo began walking away but suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the bartender. Their eyes met and for a short time they just stared at each other. Angelo finally broke the eye contact and laughed pulling Desmond along with him.

Zavier began to walk away but found a strong hand gripping his arm. "This won't be your last visit here." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

He turned to look at the older boy and grinned. "You still owe me for that kiss."

Desmond saw that his brother had yet to catch up with them and ran back to collect Zavier. He tugged at his twin's arm. "Avie, come on."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Avie?"

Zavier smiled. "It's Zavier."

"Call me Dimitri."

Zavier nodded and allowed himself to be pulled away by Desmond. As they walked to meet Angelo on the other side of the club Zavier constantly looked over his shoulder to get whatever last glimpses he could of Dimitri.
Angelo was waiting for them by the back wall and his dark eyes settled on Zavier. "Are you done wasting time?" he drawled.

Desmond answered for his brother to avoid a possible argument. "He's ready."

Angelo nodded and pushed himself from the wall and stomped down on a certain area of the tile floor. Before Zavier could accuse Angelo of being crazy an entire section of the wall broke apart and swung open. It was discreet and barely left enough room so only one person could slip by at a time.

Beyond the wall was a simple black wrought iron spiral staircase and the twins hesitantly followed Angelo up. Even though Zavier was less than pleased to be there he was still in awe at the expanse hallways and rooms that took up every corner of the hidden second floor.

"How many Sangsue live here?" Desmond asked.

"Enough," Angelo replied and lead them down the hallway to the right. He stopped in front of a door, unlocked it and pushed it open, allowing the twins to enter first. The room was only furnished with a bed and nightstand and in the corner was an expensive stereo system and mini-fridge. Zavier went to peek inside the fridge while Desmond sat on the bed, surprised how comfortable it was.

"This is where you live, Angelo?"

"Mmm-hmm," Angelo purred as he sat down next to Desmond. He reached out and played with the long strands of Desmond's light brown hair and whispered so softly in his ear that Zavier wouldn't hear him. Whatever he said made Desmond blush violently and he glanced guiltily at his brother. "I'd like that."

"Of course you would," Angelo said and gave Zavier a wink, enraging the twin even further.

"Hurry up and fix him," Zavier growled.

"These things take time and care," Angelo spat back," so unless you want me to rip out your tongue I suggest you shut it or leave. You're not helping Des."

"Sounds like a plan," Zavier sneered and without another word he stormed out and slammed the door loudly behind him.

Desmond's eyes went wide. "Avie? No!"

He sprung off the bed to pursue his twin but Angelo was suddenly in front of him blocking the way.
"Leave him be."

Desmond shook his head. "He's just worried about me and I don't want to do this without him."

"You won't," Angelo soothed and eased Desmond back to the bed. "Once you're all better it will be his turn, remember? Besides he's just jealous that I have you now." Sensing Desmond's lingering discomfort Angelo quickly showered his face with soft kisses. "Trust me, glike mou."

He didn't wait for Desmond to respond and captured his lips in a warm passionate kiss. Angelo wanted Desmond distracted from thinking about his sour attitude brother and concentrate on him. He had a soft spot for the gentler twin and it showed with every caress.

Desmond was quickly swept away, staring dreamingly at Angelo as he slowly undressed him. Angelo brought forth whimpers and gasps from the twin as both fingers and tongue were used to excite him and prepare him. By the time the highly skilled Angelo removed his clothing and settled on top of Desmond the young boy was beyond frustrated with need. He clawed at the boy above him and lifted his hips to rub himself against Angelo, desperate for sensation. Angelo moaned softly as Desmond’s nails dug into his arms and smirked at the increasingly wild teen.

“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” he whispered. Angelo spread Desmond’s legs further and with one thrust eased past Desmond’s puckered hole. Angelo immediately started thrusting and it was clear that he was succumbing to his own seduction as he fought to reach even deeper inside the whimpering teen.

“A-angelo,” Desmond cried out. He was in awe that sex could be that pleasurable and not be with his brother. The strange pull he shared with Zavier was not as strong but there was definitely a connection that ignited an almost unbearable desire. His body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure hit his body. Angelo's lithe frame moved smoothly on top of him, expertly rolling his hips and controlling every thrust to drive Desmond further into a frenzy.

Angelo slammed into him again and again until Desmond's body shuddered and bucked from the intense orgasm. He choked as he gasped for air and he soon felt a sharp pain on his neck and the warmth of Angelo's seed fill him up moments later.

It wasn't until his body relaxed that Desmond felt the slight pulling on his neck and the odd sensation of blood being pulled from his body. It wasn't frightening but instead Desmond found it extremely calming and he sighed softly as Angelo drank from him.

"So good," he whispered.

Angelo pulled back with blood stained lips and smiled. "Things are just getting started, pretty one. I need you to do something for me, okay?" Desmond nodded and he continued. "I'm going to drink from you again but this time I'm not going to stop. I will kill you unless you fight me back—the change won't take otherwise."

A cold shiver ran down Desmond's back. "Fight you? How?"

"Anyway you can just as long as you can stop me, understand?"

Desmond nodded even though he didn't and turned his head to the side. Anticipation was leading to fear and while he tried to control it he worried that it would upset Angelo. Instead of berating him Angelo took advantage of still being sheathed inside Desmond and began thrusting slowly.

"Calm down," Angelo panted softly, "you don't want to smell like prey right now."

Desmond's body relaxed with every gentle thrust and when Angelo bit him the second time all of his anxiousness had melted. He felt that pull once more as Angelo drank from him but within moments it was clear Angelo's intention wasn't to taste but to truly drain him dry. Desmond whimpered and pushed at Angelo's shoulders as the blood was painfully ripped from his veins.

"Oh god," Desmond cried, "it hurts…stop it!"

Angelo's only response was to moan and sink his fangs in deeper, making the other boy cry out but not with pleasure. Desmond beat at Angelo's back with his fists in a feeble attempt to stop him but the more blood he lost, the weaker he became until he could barely lift up his arms. Desmond felt himself dying and Angelo was true to his word…he had no intention of stopping until he had every last drop.

Mustering one last attack Desmond used his true strength and gave Angelo a push. Desmond had always known he was physically stronger than Zavier but never saw a reason to use it. Even though Desmond was severely weakened, the blow managed to knock Angelo off of him. Desmond collapsed back on the bed, barely breathing but still alive.
Something warm, thick and delicious hit Desmond's lips and he slowly sat up to seek out the source. It was Angelo's bleeding wrist and Desmond hungrily grabbed it and wildly sucked as hard and fast as he could. Angelo eventually pried Desmond from his wrist and watched him with a smile that a parent would give a child.

(Did I do okay?) Desmond asked softly.

Angelo smiled. Desmond was now using NightSpeech and was completely unaware. He leaned down and kissed Desmond gently on the lips. (You did fine, but you still need to eat.)

Desmond frowned. (I can hear you but your lips aren't moving? What's going on?)

(Nightspeech,) Angelo replied. (We don't need to breathe so if you want to be heard by Humans then you'll have to take a breath first and then speak.) Angelo inhaled air his body had no use for. "That's how you heard me before."

Desmond followed Angelo's example. "I'll have to talk like this until you change Zavier, right?"

Angelo's smile faded. "Of course, lover."

Desmond was about to comment on Angelo's tone when a sudden pain hit him in the gut. It was so violent he curled up in the bed and nearly screamed. "I thought I was done feeling hunger like this! You lied!"

(It's all part of the change,) Angelo soothed. (I told you things were just starting, didn't I? Hold on, I'll be back soon.)

(No, don't leave!) Desmond went to grab Angelo but instead received only empty air.


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