Sons of Midnight

This chapter should make everyone happy since it's nice and long! And also as you might have noticed, Black Widower is full of certain terms and slang. Also Angelo and Dimitri are Greek so you'll see phrases pop up from time to time. Instead of adding all of them to the chapter itself how about I just link back to Janette's lovely BlackWidower Thesaurus? You'll find all the BW key words, slang and majority of Greek words there. You're welcome. ^_^ http://www.blackwidower.net/Thesaurus_1.htm

Sons of Midnight
Chapter 8: Becoming More With Death

Things were much calmer for Zavier as he made his way angrily down the stairs and luckily had enough strength to activate the switch for the floor. He was furious that Angelo dared to imply he wasn't taking care of Desmond—a task he had built his entire life around. He stormed back to the bar and sat down, fuming while he stared out into space.

"What's made such a pretty face so sad?"

Zavier looked up and saw a man at least ten years older than him. The brunette had a charming smile but he was broadcasting what he really wanted and Zavier was stuck with images of being beaten to death after he was fucked raw. That was an adventure Zavier had no interest in.

"Look, I'm pissed not sad," he snapped, "so just fuck off."

Instead of backing off, the older man eased closer to Zavier. "Don't be that way, pretty boy. All I want is for us to have a good time." Before Zavier could protest the man grabbed him by the head and forced a kiss on his pouting lips. Moments later the man was crying out and stumbling back from the now smirking teen. The overzealous man had a bleeding lip and a severe headache from the psychic push Zavier gave him.

"Is there a problem over here?" Dimitri's deep voice purred behind Zavier.

The man gave another look at Zavier who was licking the blood from his lips with a smile and violently shook his head. Like a dog with its tail between its legs, he turned away and ran from the bar.

"You sure spooked him," Dimitri said, clearly impressed, "what did you do?"

Zavier shrugged. "Not much. Guys like him are easy to rattle."

Dimitri searched behind Zavier and smirked. "Where's the double?"

"Still with Angelo," Zavier grumbled.

Dimitri frowned but whether it was at him or the fact that Desmond was with Angelo, Zavier had no clue. "You didn't want to join the party?"

Zavier scoffed. "I'm not having sex with Angelo. Period. I hate that he's doing things to Desmond right now."
Dimitri smiled and leaned on the bar, giving Zavier his full attention. "Don't feel too bad about your brother; Angelo won't have interest in him for long. He has a different boy in his bed nearly every night and when he finds the new flavor of the week, little Desmond will be pushed aside. "

"That makes it even worse," Zavier said.

"Can't be helped, Angelo is the resident slut around here. You're better off not getting involved with him."
"Desmond needs this," Zavier replied softly. Of course he couldn't divulge into what was really going on in Angelo's room but if he stayed vague enough it allowed him to vent to Dimitri. "Once he's done I'm dragging him home."

Dimitri smirked. "What Desmond needs? How about what YOU need, little bird?"

He thought of the strange fix Angelo promised and his desire to finally have a normal life with Desmond. Zavier took the question more seriously than he was sure Dimitri intended. "I can't get what I need," Zavier whispered.
"You may be looking for it in the wrong place," Dimitri purred with a sultry smile, "and I've got a lot to offer." To prove his point he yanked Zavier forward by his shirt collar and gave him a deep and exploring kiss.
The kiss was surprisingly soft and very distracting as Dimitri's tongue snaked its way into Zavier's mouth. Their tongues wrestled languidly for control and Zavier decided that if he couldn't get what he needed he'd settle for a lusty want.

"Come behind the bar," Dimitri whispered against Zavier's lips.

"Why?"

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Just do it."

Zavier slowly got off his stool and joined Dimitri behind the bar, feeling uneasy. Dimitri pushed him against the side of the bar that was connected to the wall and boxed him in. "Don't be so nervous, you're not a virgin are you?"

"Not a virgin," Zavier replied and glanced at all the hustle and bustle around him, "just this place is crowded."

Dimitri had a brief look of disappointment but grinned. "When things get started you won't care, baby."

Zavier had his doubts but ignored the booming music and voices around as Dimitri kissed him again. It had the force and passion as the very first one they shared and Zavier let out a yelp as he felt a strong hand grope his crotch. He was far from an inexperienced virgin but even when he was selling his body he felt a sense of control over all those men. With Dimitri there was no chance of having that false security; he was clearly in control and wouldn't let Zavier think otherwise.

Zavier was too caught up in the wild kiss to notice Dimitri unzipping his pants and jumped when he felt the older boy's slightly chilled hand wrap around his hardening cock. To say the stimulation was pleasant was an understatement and Zavier only moaned as he gave himself over to Dimitri's skilled hand. Dimitri soon sunk down to his knees and replaced the hand with his mouth and Zavier nearly fell over. He held on to Dimitri's shoulders for dear life and he plunged his cock into Dimitri's mouth. The music and noise surrounding Zavier served as an unpleasant distraction but Dimitri was making it easy to forget. The blonde's head traveled back and forth quickly as his mouth worked Zavier over and the teen was soon choking on a cry as hot semen exploded from him.

Dimitri let Zavier slide to the floor and attacked his mouth, refusing to let the younger boy recover. Zavier groaned and was surprised at the strong pull of lust he felt for the bartender. Being on the floor surrounded by people was no longer his concern, only how much pleasure he could share with Dimitri.

Zavier was just about to voice his desire when there was a loud laugh behind them. It felt as if a bucket full of ice water had been dumped over his head and the noise of the club came rushing back into his head. He scrambled away from Dimitri and stood up, rubbing his temples as he fought to block all the voices in his head again.

The newcomer was a boy perhaps a few years older than Zavier and by the smile he was giving Dimitri it was clear they knew each other. The boy flipped back the wavy black locks from his face and looked Zavier up and down.
"Got another one to pop, huh?" the boy laughed. The kid's mirth was short lived when he received a hard blow to the head.

"I'll do that and more to you if you don't keep your fucking mouth shut," Dimitri growled back. He went over to Zavier and pulled on his arm. "C'mon, Blake has volunteered to watch the bar for the night. We're going to my room."

Blake's face dropped and he opened his mouth to protest but a sharp look from Dimitri quickly silenced him. As the two of them walked off, Zavier glanced back at the grumbling Blake serving drinks with a fake smile.

"How do you know he's not going to just bail as soon as you leave?" he asked Dimitri.

Dimitri laughed. "He knows what will happen to him if he dares." Dimitri led them to a familiar spot in the back of the club and stepped on the same hidden tile to trigger the moving wall.

Zavier wasn't sure if Dimitri lived upstairs because he was Sangsue or another reason. Asking could reveal more than he wanted so he quietly followed Dimitri down the hallway. They passed by Angelo's room and while Zavier's ears weren't as sensitive as Desmond's, he swore he heard a loud cry. He froze by the door, contemplating if he should just ditch Dimitri and keep a watch over his brother.

"You came up here with me," Dimitri said softly but underneath it was a warning. Zavier continued past Angelo's room and followed Dimitri to his room. His was just as plain as Angelo's although instead of extra chairs, he sported a high end stereo and mixing system in the corner. There were racks of cds along the wall and vinyls littered the floor, most of them with titles that Zavier had no clue what the language was.

Zavier turned away from it and concentrated on the bed; sex was the only reason he came up here, not to admire the man's love of music. He stripped down to nothing, leaving his clothes in a neat pile on the floor and sat down on the bed.

"So why do you live here?" Zavier asked, making his voice as nonchalant as he could.

"Room and board for working at the dj booth and bar," Dimitri replied smoothly. Zavier observed him to see if Dimitri was telling the truth but was unable to sense anything from him. Dimitri followed suit and joined him on the bed. "But you didn't come up here for a life story. Lay back, baby."

Dimitri took control again and pushed Zavier down on the bed and resumed their kiss from before. Zavier moaned as Dimitri's hands went to his hardening cock and began to stroke him while that same icy tongue explored his mouth. Zavier dug his nails into Dimitri's back and pulled the young man closer, his exciting rising the more Dimitri touched him. His nostrils flared and he groaned as he smelled the sweet aroma of blood running down Dimitri's back and he felt a pang of regret he didn't cut the man's arms. He broke the kiss and attacked Dimitri's neck with bites, his teeth steadily clamping down harder until blood touched his tongue.

Dimitri moaned on top of him and kicked Zavier's legs apart before slamming inside of him mercilessly. "How much can you take?" he panted.

"Try me," Zavier whispered back.

Dimitri smiled and gladly took on Zavier's challenge. Sex was the roughest Zavier had experienced as Dimitri plowed into him and yet it was turning out to be the best. Zavier found himself nearly gouging at Dimitri's back, chewing on his lips and lifting his hips to urge the blonde to go even deeper. Pleasure ran through every part of his body, building up inside him like water in a balloon that was threatening to burst. Zavier let all his guards down as the sex continued and he couldn't help but share it; he let the ecstasy travel through him and up and out for Dimitri to join the rapture. Usually the Norms he had sex with never noticed Zavier's emotional projection for what it was, having no clue why their pleasure was suddenly doubled. So it came as quite a shock when Dimitri not only stopped thrusting but wrapped his fingers around Zavier's neck.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull, pouta!" Dimitri growled, his once lust hazed eyes now piercing blue crystals of rage.

Zavier was speechless and it took Dimitri tightening his grip to shake him back into reality. "Pull? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid with me," Dimitri sneered.

Zavier choked as his air supply was becoming scarce. He had no clue what brought this change in Dimitri. He frantically thought of everything leading up to that moment and his eyes widened.

"It just happens when I feel really good," Zavier offered desperately, "normally people don't feel it when I do it." Zavier froze the moment he said that last sentence, truly realizing what it meant. Dimitri couldn't be a normal human if he not only felt the pleasure but knew exactly what it was. The fact that he was already living here with Sangsue was no longer a coincidence. Zavier felt a rush of fear that Dimitri was as dangerous as Angelo but it was secondary to the anger at being tricked.

"You're just like HIM," Zavier shouted and fought to pry Dimitri's hand away, "you're Sangsue!"

Dimitri's frown deepened and he easily held Zavier down. "How do you know that word? Just what are you and your brother here for? Give me the truth or I'll snap your neck like a twig."

"Angelo's going to fix us," Zavier spat. The time for dancing around questions was over, especially with Dimitri's hand growing ever tighter around his throat. "He said we're going through Maturity or some shit like that. Now let me go, you asshole!"

Dimitri released Zavier's neck. "Is that what Angelo is doing to the other one?"

"Didn't I just say he was going to fix us? Are you deaf? AH!" Zavier's smart reply was rewarded with a slap to the face.

"You don't want to be a smart ass with me, baby," Dimitri said with a smirk. "Angelo will just be minus a boy toy tonight.
Zavier rubbed his cheek and glared angrily at Dimitri. "Angelo is fixing Desmond and then we're out of here, so fuck off."

Dimitri got off of Zavier and laughed so hard at the boy he had to wipe at the corner of his eye. "It's not called 'fixing', little bird. It's Changing and that's what that little slut is doing to your brother…other than fucking his brains out. And you'd better get the idea of leaving out of your head, there's no way you'll be allowed to leave tonight…or any other night."

Zavier sat up. "Angelo never said we couldn't go home!"

"Of course he wouldn't. But it's not like we practice letting two new NightChildren wander out into the streets without training so they can get themselves toasted at dawn."

Zavier was growing nervous with his ignorance concerning what was truly going on. "Nightchildren? Wh-why is dawn a problem?"

Dimitri studied Zavier for a few moments and finally shook his head. "You really are a clueless idiot, aren't you? Sleepers—you and twin—are Changed into NightChildren. Sun is bad, unless you want to burn to death. "
Zavier felt a wave of nausea at what an awful mess he had allowed them to get trapped in. "So you're a NightChild?"

"Bingo genius," Dimitri yawned.

Zavier's hands began to shake and balled them into tight fists. Angelo had lied to them! This wasn't a simple fix as he made it seem, he was condemning them to a world of darkness. Zavier thought of Angelo's bloody smile from the previous night and the sharp teeth that had scared him. Right now he was turning Desmond into a monster like him and his twin had no idea of the fate that awaited them.

"That FUCK!" Zavier sneered as his rage boiled inside him and at the same time several stacks of cd's in the room suddenly fell over as if pushed. Dimitri didn't have time to investigate since Zavier was off the bed and yanking on his jeans.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Dimitri growled and shoved Zavier back down on the bed.
"He's 'changing' Desmond right now," Zavier yelled. "Des doesn't know what he's doing and that lousy piece of shit lied to us! I'll kill him before he lays a finger on me….I'd die trying!"

Dimitri watched Zavier's raging tantrum with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Are you done bitching like a pussy? I'm sure you know that once you hit Maturity it's only a matter of time before you have to get Changed or wind up dead. And you're not the first person to get fucked over by Angelo, trust me."

"I don't give a fuck," Zavier spat back. He saw the warning look in Dimitri's eyes about his attitude but he was too upset to care. "Hit me, do whatever the hell will make you feel better than me, it won't change what's happening. "

Dimitri only smiled. "I'm not going to hit you…now anyway. You were going to let Angelo fix you but now that you know what that is, you don't want him touching you?"

Zavier shook his head. "No fucking way."

Dimitri crept on the bed, easing Zavier on his back. "He'd kill you, you know, and you'd be leaving Desmond alone."

Zavier gave Dimitri a feeble push as the older teen settled his weight on him. "Desmond will be safe…that's what matters."

Dimitri softly nibbled at Zavier's neck. "What if I told you that you could still be with your brother, as a NightChild, without Angelo's help?"

"I'd say what the hell are you up to?" Zavier replied, his breath quickening from Dimitri's sudden foreplay.
Dimitri clearly had a plan brewing and he softly stroked Zavier's cheek. "Didn't I say I had a lot to offer," he purred softly.

Zavier frowned. "Angelo wouldn't like it, would he?"

Dimitri's smile widened, clearly pleased with the idea. "No, I don't think he would."

"But why?

Dimitri chuckled. "Because you're not the complete pussy I thought you were, even with your whore's power." He leaned down and kissed Zavier with enough passion to make the teen whimper and they were soon in their previous position with Zavier's pants discarded on the floor once again. "Give me an answer, baby," Dimitri whispered as he nudged Zavier's legs apart. "Yes or no."

He wasn't sure what happened after the Change but he also didn't want Desmond to live with only Angelo as his guide. Not only that but Dimitri had an attitude about him that Zavier couldn't help but be drawn to.

"Yes," Zavier whispered.

"Good call," Dimitri grunted and fell into Zavier once more. Except this time he also went for Zavier's neck and bit violently into the flesh. Zavier's vision blurred from the sudden pain as Dimitri tore into his ass and ate at his neck. Over and over his body was ravished and Zavier realized Dimitri's offer might not have been the safest.

Minutes later Zavier was gasping as he fell back on the bed, having drank from Dimitri until he was roughly pushed away. He had just experienced exactly what his brother had moments before but instead of using physical strength to stay alive he managed to attack psychically, much to Dimitri's disapproval. For whatever reason, Dimitri found the psychic gift to be a weak one and warned Zavier to learn control or risk a crushed face. A crude incentive but if Dimitri was any softer, Zavier wouldn't have listened.

(I feel cold,) Zavier whispered. He frowned, realizing his lips weren't moving. (Am I still talking?)
(Yes. Take a breath if you want Norms to hear you since we don't breathe anymore.) Dimitri replied as he got off the bed. He knew Zavier's new hunger was coming and was secretly preparing himself for what he expected to be another bitch and moan. (And yeah you're gonna feel cold since you're technically dead but it doesn't make you invincible..remember that.)

Zavier nodded but was only half listening. He was watching Dimitri's naked form move around the room but frowned when he saw him pull on jeans. (What the hell? You Change me then split?)

Before Dimitri had a chance to respond Zavier was clutching his stomach in pain. Dimitri watched him with a knowing smile and then pulled a shirt over his muscled chest. (That's why, baby. I've got to give you your first meal and after that you're on your own.)

Zavier whimpered and threw a pillow at Dimitri. (What the fuck are you still doing here then?!)
Dimitri moved faster than Zavier could catch and his fingers were around Zavier's neck and his knee was digging painfully into Zavier's side. "Don't fucking push it," Dimitri hissed, his anger forcing him to take a breath. "I'll leave you here and let you starve!"

Being choked no longer held the threat of suffocation but Zavier figured there were plenty ways to die if Dimitri chose.

"Please," Zavier croaked.

Dimitri released him with a snort. (That's better. Hold tight, I'll be right back.) He pulled on his boots and calmly walked out while Zavier curled up in the bed, moaning from the hunger.

Despite his nonchalant attitude, Dimitri was quick to return and gave Zavier the blood his body was screaming for. He hugged Dimitri's body as he drank from his Sire's neck, hungrily swallowing mouthful after mouthful of warm life. Dimitri pushed Zavier's head away and licked at the stray drops of blood from Zavier's lips. (Feel better, baby?)

(Much,) Zavier panted. He closed his eyes as he felt his body take in the blood instead of it falling to his stomach. The coldness was replaced with an overwhelming heat that was spreading throughout his limbs and settling between his legs. He looked Dimitri up and down almost dreamily and realized that it wasn't just simple lust, it was an aching lust for Dimitri. (You didn't tell me I'd feel like this,) he moaned.

Dimitri noticed Zavier's hardening cock and how the boy was slowly straddling his lap. He just smirked. (Like what?)

Zavier was usually not one to get into that position willingly but the growing fire burning in him didn't care. (Like I just took a sniff of Dust,) he replied softly as he kissed at Dimitri's shoulders. (You just feel so good.)

(You're my kid now so there's a bond,) Dimitri replied as he lifted Zavier's hips to position him over his own aching cock. The bond and the throbbing lust that came it went both ways but Dimitri wasn't about to admit that.
The word 'bond' instantly sobered Zavier. (Bond? Like I belong to you? No motherfucking way! What the hell have you done to me?)

Dimitri growled at Zavier's ungrateful behavior and grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it hard enough to make the teen cry out. Zavier's head was pulled back in an uncomfortable angle and Dimitri's nails dug into the soft flesh of his neck . (Skase!) he hissed. (Would you rather be dead, vlaka? The option is still open.)

Zavier would have shaken his head but Dimitiri's grip on him didn't allow it. (I don't,) he whispered.

(Then I suggest you quit with all the bitching!)

(Fuck you!) Zavier spat back and went to hit Dimitri but his fist was caught easily before it landed. A small fight broke out as Zavier attempted to claw and bite at his maker. Dimitri threw him on the bed and held him down with little effort but the scuffle was bringing a new excitement. Dimitri would allow Zavier's sharp nails to dig into his chest, making him hiss with both pain and pleasure. He clawed at Zavier's shoulder and the younger teen's eyes fluttered closed. They were tearing at each other but no longer with malicious intent, only to arouse.

Zavier continued to fight Dimitri as his legs were roughly shoved apart and Dimitri slammed into him hard enough to make him bleed. Zavier's body bucked on the bed, panting as Dimitri's thrusts seemed to split him in half. Dimitri's mouth was latched onto his shoulder, his fangs having already punctured the skin, and he drank from his new Kid slowly. He had lusted after both twins but it was Zavier's attitude that made the boy stand out and Dimitri focus on him. He was surprised that Zavier could be so wild in bed; to not only keep up with every violent thrust but to ache for more. It was for that reason alone that the next kiss he gave Zavier was softer than the rest. It was a warm, passionate kiss that resonated through every nerve of Zavier's body while Dimitri still tore even deep inside him.

"Feel so good," Zavier gasped between kisses and dug his nails into Dimitri's back. Before Dimitri if sex was to pleasurable it would have to be Zavier penetrating his bed partner. Being the cum rag for countless amounts of men left him with less than fond memories of being fucked and the expectation to be disappointed. Dimitri drove forward for the pleasure to be had yet made sure Zavier was right there along with him. Zavier fought to control his empathy to avoid being hit again while the extreme passion and pleasure rose to its crest and he nearly passed out from it. Dimitri was right behind him, sinking his fangs into Zavier's soft neck while lapping at the blood slowly. Dimitri pulled out of Zavier but stayed on top of him, kissing him with enough force and passion to make the teen's toes curl. For the first time, Zavier actually felt torn. He loved Desmond dearly and the sex between them was always wonderful but Dimitri managed to give him something he had secretly ached for. There was only so far he could go with his brother due to his soft nature and lack of experience but would Desmond understand when Zavier would leave his bed to go to Dimitri's? Perhaps with ease since Desmond now had his own bed to slip into if he got lonely. Fuck!

A slap to the face brought him back to his senses and he rubbed the sore cheek, frowning at Dimitri. (What the hell was that for?) he snapped.

(For not keeping your head in the game,) Dimitri replied simply. (Your brother is being taken care of, don't worry about him.)

That wasn't exactly what Zavier was thinking but he didn't dare argue since it was safer. For both his conscience and his face.

Zavier decided to change the subject. (Is sex always going to be like that with us?)

Dimitri grinned. (Fuck yeah. It can get even better if you know how to spice things up.)

(Like how?)

Dimitri chuckled softly and smiled as if holding a secret. (We'll have time for that, little bird, no worries. You still need to have your first kill tonight.)

Zavier scoffed. (I've killed before, what's the big deal?)

(Your first kill as a Nightchild,) Dimitri corrected, (not that sloppy, half eaten mess you probably called feeding. This will be better than anything you've had up to this point.)

Zavier moaned as Dimitri moved his hips above him, brushing their semi-erect cocks together. He felt the jolt of lust from the simple movement and gasped as he felt himself hardening once more.

(Is this part of the change?) he panted.

(You can last longer and go all night,) Dimitri replied softly, clearly falling victim to the growing arousal as well. He lowered his head to kiss Zavier but their moment of passion was interrupted by the room door flying open and a very angry Angelo storming through.

"Didn't take you very long, did it?" he hissed.

Dimitri calmly pushed himself up and glanced at Angelo over his shoulder. "Who are you talking to? Me or him?"

"Both, you fucker," Angelo snapped. He opened his mouth to speak but his eyes suddenly focused dangerously on Zavier. It was if Angelo was looking through him, seeing something that was beyond regular sight; it made Zavier uncomfortable as hell and he did his best not to squirm. He was expecting Angelo to yell or threaten but instead he just laughed. (I thought you had a brain somewhere, Zavie-kins, but you're dumber than I thought.)

Zavier frowned. His new Change was out of the bag and Angelo's amused reaction bothered him more than if he had lashed out with anger. (Just because I didn't want you to touch me? 'Fess up to it, Angelo. You're pissed I don't want you, that's all it is.)

Angelo grinned. (Keep thinking that, honeychild. And remember having Dimitri as a Sire was your own doing. Besides, you saved me the trouble since I already have who I want.)

Whatever small upperhand Zavier felt he had vanished into thin air at the mention of his twin. (Where is he? Is Desmond safe? I want to see him!)

Dimitri grabbed Zavier by the shoulder, keeping him planted on the bed. (Not going to happen, little bird.)
(Why the fuck not?) Zavier snapped. (We're both NightChildren now.)

(That's exactly why,) Dimitri growled. (When you're Changed you have to stay away from the people you care about or love. It'll lead to you ripping out their throats and feeding to the last drop. The more you care, the better the kill will be. Both of you are new, so it'll be like two predators aching to eliminate the other….you wouldn't be able to stop yourselves from killing each other.)

(I-I would never hurt Des,) Zavier whispered, denying the truth he felt deep down.

Angelo glided over to the bed and sat down next to Zavier. His eyes quickly took in Zavier's naked body and there was lust in his eyes. It only angered Zavier since he figured Angelo was looking at him and thinking of Desmond. (Get away from me,) he growled.

(You're a stubborn one, aren't you? Just think about it; Desmond's beautiful face, his sexy little laugh and that whimper he makes when he comes.)

Zavier hissed at Angelo for having such carnal knowledge about his brother but it didn't change the rush of heat at the thought of Desmond. Dimitri stayed silent and only smiled, clearing anticipating what he knew Angelo was going to do next.

Angelo moved in, his face inches away from Zavier's and his hand softly stroked the boy's cheek. (You'll go into that room and you'll see Des there, naked and ready for you to take him. Being NightChildren makes the sex amazing but being twin brothers will make it beyond words. He'll be the best thing you ever felt.)

Angelo's voice had turned to liquid sex, entrancing Zavier as he lost himself to Angelo's voice and the arousing images and desires it brought forth. With a wicked grin, Angelo continued.

(As you fuck him, you get hungry. So damn hungry. And the love you have for him turns into something deadly. Des is stronger than you but he won't be able to bring himself to hit you, even as you start to tear into his throat.)

Zavier gasped. (Shut up!) he sneered, his anger only barely masking the sudden rush of arousal.

Angelo smiled knowingly. (He'll beg for you to stop, but you won't. You'll keep fucking him as you eat him. Ripping into skin, tearing away the person you love most until he's nothing but a pile of drained meat. It'll be the best fuck and the best kill and for that moment you won't care you did in your own brother.)

A whimper escaped Zavier's lips as his cock throbbed and he struggled to get the seductive images from his head. Dimitri was right and Angelo was more than happy to prove it. Thoughts of a screaming and beaten Desmond was like a wild animal running in his head that only grew stronger the more he tried to trap it.

(You fuck,) Zavier whispered, (why?)

(Because you didn't want to listen,) Angelo replied calmly. He watched Zavier struggle with his arousal and eased closer so more of their bodies were touching. (You feel it so strong because you still need have your first kill tonight. Poor, poor Zavie.) His hand went to Zavier's aching cock and the teen moaned. His anger was foreshadowed by the disturbing lust Angelo stirred in him and the new wild companion in his head had no concern for personal preferences, only that the desire was satisfied. As if sensing this, Angelo pushed Zavier down on the bed, his hand stroking the teen's cock even faster.

A non-human growl rumbled from Zavier's throat and his body seemed to have its own will as he began to thrust into Angelo's hand. He could feel himself slipping the more attention Angelo lavished upon his body and he only barely came to his senses when he heard Dimitri shout something at Angelo.

( Gamisou!) Dimitri sneered and pushed Angelo away from his Kid. (You think you can get him feral and fuck him how you please? Try again, Angelaki.)

Zavier wet his lips, sitting up as the strange lust seemed to bring on the burning hunger once more until both raged within him and he no longer knew what he wanted more. "Dimitri," he panted, "I need something."

(And we'll go get it. We would have had more time if Angelo didn't pull that stunt,) Dimitri grumbled.

Angelo laughed and got off the bed. (You didn't exactly stop me either, Mimis.) He walked off, still laughing softly and waved over his shoulder. (Ya chara.) And he left, satisfied that he had caused Dimitri and his new Kid enough grief for the night.