Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 9:
Close Your Eyes, Die With the Sun


Angelo went back to his room to find Desmond curled up under the sheets. His eyes were open and he held the mystery woman's photo in his hands, staring at the face.

Angelo went over to him, curious about what had Desmond so quiet and still. (What is that?)

Desmond sat up slowly and offered the picture to him. (One of the photos that was left to us when Zavier and I were dumped at the orphanage. She has to be our mother, we have her eyes.)

Angelo quietly studied the picture and if he had any thoughts about it there was no sign. He handed it back to Desmond. (Beautiful,) was all he would say.

Desmond took the picture back, disappointed that Angelo had nothing else to offer. He then noticed that Angelo was alone and frowned. (Where's Zavier?)

Angelo grabbed Desmond's clothes off the floor and handed them to him. (With Dimitri.)

(Dimitri? That bartender?)

Angelo caught the slight anger in Desmond's voice and grinned. (Yeah, lover, the bartender. ) His face softened. (Zavier is with him now.)

Desmond pondered the situation with a deep frown, seeking an answer amongst Angelo's careful words. (So..Dimitri's Sangsue?)

Angelo sighed, clearly bored with the conversation. (Dimitri's a NightChild. He Changed your brother. It's just you and me tonight. We're leaving to get you your first kill. Now. Any other questions?)

Desmond was quiet for several moments and finally smiled shyly. Zavier now being Dimitri's kid slightly bothered him, but Desmond looked on the bright side of things. Zavier willingly got fixed and now he wouldn't have to share Angelo at all. (Is there sex in there somewhere?)

Not what Angelo was expecting but was very pleased to hear. (Plenty of it, glike mou. I'm going to ravish you until the sun comes up. Let's get something to eat first and then we'll have all the time we want, nai?)

Desmond quickly got dressed and rushed past Angelo to get downstairs first. He was eager to try his strength and use the hidden switch to open the secret wall. Someone had beat him to it and it swung open just as Desmond was preparing himself to stomp down on it. A teen, perhaps the same age as Desmond or younger, stepped through and the look on his face was an irritated one.

(Hi,) Desmond offered quietly.

The teen whirled around to the right, noticing Desmond for the first time. His eyes were like clear green glass and they studied Desmond with a frightening intelligence. (I've never seen you before,) the boy replied in a less than friendly tone.

(It's my first time here,) Desmond explained. (I just got fixed—uh—Changed tonight.)

The boy pushed his straight blonde hair out of his face and approached Desmond. He backed Desmond against the wall and boxed him in. (Who was it? Whose room are you coming from?) The boy's voice was dripping with venom almost as if he already knew the answer but wanted Desmond to admit it.

(Angelo,) Desmond snapped. Desmond didn't have to have Zavier's gift to know jealousy when he saw it and he tried to ease away from the blonde. The other boy remained where he was. (What the hell? Get away from me.)

(You think you're going to last more than a week?) The boy sneered at him. (He'll get tired of you the same way he does the countless others. You're not his first boy toy he Changed for a fuck and you're not his last.)

Desmond frowned at the insult and any attempt to like a person he saw as a true peer was over. The usual softness in his face disappeared to reveal the darker Desmond beneath the surface. (And I suppose you fit in there somewhere? Spoken like a jealous boy out of the countless ranks. How long did it take for him to get tired of you?)

(You asshole!) The blonde spat and Desmond saw the boy raise his fist to strike. He saw the warning motion but he was still too freshly Changed to dodge it. He closed his eyes, cringing as he prepared himself for the blow but instead the blonde was suddenly pulled away from him.

(Let me GO!) The blonde hissed.

Desmond opened his eyes and saw Angelo holding the blonde by his wrist. Angelo stepped back and the other teen snatched his arm away. Angelo glanced at Desmond. (Go wait outside, I'll be there in a moment.)

(O-outside?) Desmond nearly whimpered. (By myself?)

The blonde laughed so hard he held his sides. (Fucking A, Angelo, where did you get this one?)

Angelo gave the blonde a warning look but he just laughed harder. With an evil smile, Angelo walked over to Desmond and planted him a soft and sensual kiss on the lips. The blonde's laughing stopped immediately.
(If not outside then hang around on the floor in the next room. Don't leave with anyone. I will only be a few moments, I promise.)

Desmond had melted from the sudden kiss and nodded. He stomped on the tile although the previous joy he had about the act was gone. As he slipped through he heard Angelo sigh. (What was that, Weasel?)

(Why, Angel Boy?) The blonde mumbled.

Desmond frowned at the name but quickly made his way through the door and it closed behind him, shutting him off from the conversation. He did as told but his nervous behavior made it difficult for him to go unnoticed. He heard whispers follow him around the club until he finally got fed up and stood outside. He watched the people in line waiting to get inside the club and spotted a boy with light brown hair, waiting calmly in place for his turn to enter. Well boy wouldn't be accurate, it was more a young man than a boy perhaps 18 or a little over. Desmond thought of how Zavier and he would seduce someone like him—if it was Desmond's turn to pick, of course—and how wonderful the blood and sex would be afterward.

Desmond felt an ache between his legs and his stomach and things only got worse with the man turned to look at him. Desmond had been staring almost hungrily at the man and turned away quickly, cursing himself. He was supposed to wait out here for Angelo. Where the fuck was he?

"Hey."

Desmond turned to face the owner of the voice. It was the handsome man from the line. Shit! Desmond inhaled and spoke.

"Shouldn't you be in line? You'll lose your place."

The man glanced at the line over his shoulder and shrugged. "I'll still be able to get in later. If not tonight then tomorrow. I just didn't want to let you get away."

Desmond couldn't help but grin and turned his head away. The man laughed. "Did I make you uncomfortable? I apologize."

"No, that's fine. You..uh..you've been to this club before?"

He shook his head. "First time. Heard about it from a friend and I was curious. But who needs the club when I have the main attraction in front of me?"

Desmond smiled. This guy was almost as charming as he was. Almost. He fought to keep himself distant and concentrate on the harmless conversation while he waited for Angelo.

"My name's Marcus," the man offered his hand.

"Desmond," he replied and shook his hand, "you can just call me Des."

Marcus nodded. "Nice to meet you, Des. Is the club that boring that you're leaving?"

"I'm actually waiting for someone," Desmond admitted, hoping that thinking about Angelo hard enough would make him appear.

Marcus wasn't one to give up that easily. "Well no harm in keeping you company until they come out, is there?"
There was a part of him that said to go back into the club and retrieve Angelo but there was another seductive voice even louder. It wanted Marcus closer and Desmond's thoughts weren't of the man's bare skin but the warm nectar flowing underneath.

Marcus saw the sudden hunger in Desmond's eyes and took it all for lust. He wrapped an arm around the teen's waist and pulled him closer. "It's forward of me, but I really really want to kiss you."

Desmond was confused. Normally such close contact with a stranger would have frightened him but not only was he fine with it, he wanted more.

"Then kiss me," he purred softly. Marcus' soft lips on his sent electric shocks along every nerve of his body before settling between his legs. The man was clearly a well experienced kisser and explored Desmond's mouth with such passion that the he moaned and melted in his arms.

"Can I get even more forward?" Marcus whispered as he nibbled on Desmond's lips.

"Why not?"

"Would you like to come back to my place?" He felt Desmond freeze and lapped at his lips. "I'll be extremely gentle, I promise you."

"It's not that," Desmond began slowly. "My friend…I have to wait for him."

"If he hasn't come out by now, he's not going to at all. C'mon, Des, I want to do more than kiss you."

Desmond whimpered and pulled Marcus' head down for another kiss, taking control this time as his tongue laid claim to Marcus' mouth. The longer the kiss lasted the more excited Desmond became until he felt Marcus jump. Desmond had just bitten into his lip and was slowly sucking on the blood.

"There you are! I was looking everywhere for you." Angelo's overly jovial voice broke the spell Desmond was falling under and he pulled away from Marcus.

Marcus regarded Angelo with slight irritation. "You're the guy that kept Des waiting for so long? You can go back and do what you want; Des is coming home with me."

Angelo looked at Desmond. "Oh really?"

Desmond lowered his eyes and switched to NightSpeech to avoid trouble. (No, I wasn't. Honest. He just came on to me, we kissed and--)

(You don't have to explain, lover. In fact, let's invite him upstairs.) Angelo grinned and turned back to Marcus. He took a breath. "My fault for keeping him waiting, I guess. We were supposed to find someone to have a threesome with….you interested?"

Marcus was too confused to say anything. Desmond slipped into the game and lapped at Marcus' cheek. "Yeah. You can kiss me and more." Desmond's voice turned into a seductive whisper. "I want you to touch me. Hold me. Fuck me."

Marcus groaned but he glanced at Angelo. "And what about him?"

Angelo glided closer to Marcus. "Oh, you can touch me too, dearheart. Or I can just watch. So what do you say?"

That seemed to be a dream come true for Marcus and he finally nodded. "Only because Des wants me to," he said.

Angelo laughed, a sound of pure honey being poured down your back. "If you say so, sweet thing."

As they reentered the club and made their way upstairs Desmond was looking for the blonde from earlier. (Where's that Weasel guy?) he asked Angelo as they slipped past the hidden door. Angelo stopped for a second, causing Marcus to nearly bump into him.

(You don't mention him, got that?) Angelo's tone was stern and left no room for argument. Desmond's heart sank since that meant Weasel was more to Angelo than he would say. Looks like he had to share Angelo afterall.
They took Marcus back to Angelo's room and as soon as the door was closed behind them he started to undress.
"You boys do this kind of things often?" he asked as he pulled off his shoes.

Desmond hung by the door nervously, most of his lust squashed with the paranoia that Angelo was judging his performance. Which, of course, he was.

(You wanted him before, lover.) Angelo whispered. (Go to him. This one is all yours tonight.)

Desmond took slow steps toward Marcus and the older man reached out and pulled him down to the bed. Desmond let out a small yelp of surprise as he hit the mattress so hard he bounced and Marcus' mouth devoured his wildly. Angelo's presence was pushed to the back of Desmond's head and his lust flared back to life. He used his preternatural strength to reverse their positions and he straddled Marcus' thighs. His fingers quickly unbuttoned the man's shirt as he humped him slowly, his cock aching and painfully constrained in his jeans.

"You sure you're a virgin?" Marcus panted.

Desmond gave his soon to be victim a wanton smile. "You're my first," he purred. He lowered his head and licked at Marcus' neck, enjoying the taste of the sweat on the human's—the vache's—skin. The warm nectar he craved was just a bite away and Desmond groaned at how sweet the man was going to taste. It was something he and Zavier had learned early on. The more pleasure the vic feels, the sweeter the blood seems to taste, like rolling a piece of candy on your tongue over and over. Yet the more afraid or angry they get the blood gets a strange spicy kick to it as if eating food flavored with nutmeg and cyan pepper. Seasoning. That was the perfect word for what they did.

Desmond continued to rub himself against Marcus until the man beneath him was panting and groping at Desmond almost desperately. Angelo only came forward to silently assist in relieving the two boys of their pants and went back to the wall. His eyes hungrily watched the scene as Desmond lowered himself on Marcus' rock hard member and began to ride him wildly. Marcus could barely lift his hips from the force of Desmond's rocking thrusts and when the boy lowered his head and began nibbling at his neck all he could do was lay there and experience the ecstasy of Desmond's body. He groaned as he felt Desmond bite his neck but was too preoccupied with the pleasure to notice the sucking that followed.

Desmond groaned as he drank mouthful after mouthful of Marcus' super sweet blood and took him deeper inside. In the back of Desmond's mind he realized he had broken one of his own rules to never have sex with a complete stranger. What was perhaps the most disturbing was that while having sex with a stranger bothered Desmond, killing one was no problem at all.

Desmond kept drinking and Marcus was only barely breathing, swept away in a nearly catatonic euphoria as Desmond received both pleasure and a meal. When Desmond finally reached his peak and his semen exploded on Marcus' stomach the man was dead or at least within moments of it.

(Stop right before he's dead,) Angelo chimed in, his voice strained as he struggled to control something.

(I did,) Desmond sighed. He lifted himself off and watched Marcus as he took his last breath and his entire body went slack. The rush that flowed through him seconds later was close to the night he and Zavier had when they got the Frost laced blood. This was what a true feeding was and it was better than he could have ever imagined. (It'll be like that every night?)

(Mmmm-hmmm,) Angelo purred, stalking to the bed and standing in front of Desmond. The twin look over and noticed that Angelo had already stripped and his cock was erect and flat against his smooth stomach. Desmond scooted to the edge of the bed so his head as right in front of Angelo's crotch and he reached forward to give it the slightest of caresses. Angelo hissed and looked down at Desmond with lustful eyes. (It'll always be like this, glike mou.)

Unless the blonde shows up, Desmond thought to himself. He forced all thoughts of the blonde out of his thoughts and concentrated on his Sire. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped up and down the shaft before letting the hard member slip past his lips and into his mouth. Angelo growled and grabbed the back of Desmond's head, holding it still as he thrust wildly into his Kid's warm mouth, fucking it as if were any other orifice he'd use.

Desmond whimpered and pulled away, gasping for air he didn't need but was too excited to really notice. "God, Angelo…I want to taste more than that. Please."

Angelo got on the bed and laid on his back. He gave Marcus a kick that knocked him off the bed and crooked his finger at Desmond. (I want you to ride me like you did him, sweets. Show me how good you can move.)

If it was still possible in his condition Desmond would have blushed. He gladly climbed onto Angelo and eased himself down, impaling himself on Angelo's cock. Sex this time was softer than before and Angelo moved his hips up in slow grinding circles to match Desmond's rocking thrusts. The two boys moved as if their bodies were melded together, each thrust was met with another, their hands touched and caressed each other and their mouths were locked together as the pleasure rose higher and higher. Angelo grunted and came hard inside of Desmond but not before sinking his fangs into Desmond's soft neck. That seemed to be the final push for Desmond and he returned the favor as his seed spilled on Angelo's stomach.

Desmond collapsed on top of Angelo, panting. "I love this," he gasped.

(How can you not?) Angelo replied and turned them over. He pulled out of Desmond but settled his weight on him and gave his forehead a soft kiss.

(Will it be like this when I'm with Zavier?) Desmond asked as he nuzzled at Angelo's neck.

Angelo was too content with the afterglow of sex to be bothered at the mention of the other twin's name. (Nothing's better than family.)

(Can I see him now?)

Angelo sighed. (Like I told your brother, it's not going to happen right now. You'll kill each other. You need at least a week, probably two to be completely safe. It won't be something you can control or stop. Remember your little messy meal last night? Do you want to do to Zavier what you did to pretty Brian?)

Desmond fell silent, both troubled and aroused at the idea. He would rather die than hurt Zavier, plain and simple.

Angelo settled next to Desmond and pushed the strands of hair out of his face. (Besides, Zavier has to do the same thing you just did. He needs to hunt and it's nearly dawn anyway. Can't you feel it?)

Desmond frowned. (Is that the heaviness I'm feeling?)

Angelo nodded. (Your body will let you know when the sun is coming. The older you get the better at sensing the time you'll be.)

(Mmm-hmmm,) Desmond replied softly as he pulled Angelo's arm around him. (What happens? Will I sleep?)

(Not exactly, lover. We essentially die when the sun comes up. That's why you never want to get caught anywhere where light can make its way in or where enemies can find you. We're completely vulnerable during the day.)

Despite Angelo's calm explanation the notion of death, even a temporary one, frightened Desmond. He hugged Angelo tighter. (Will it hurt?)

Angelo laughed. (Not really. It'll feel strange since it's your first time. So stop talking and let the dawn take you. Don't try and fight it or you'll feel the pain.)

Desmond did as instructed and didn't fight the creeping heaviness through his body. He gave into the numbing cold that seemed to systematically shut down different parts of his body like someone flicking off the light switches. The last thing he saw was Angelo's smirking face and he was gone to the living world, like a candle snuffed out at daybreak.

Across the hallway Dimitri was licking the blood from Zavier's shoulder from cuts he had made only moments before. They too had a dead body but due to its condition they rushed to dispose of it before settling in for the night. Zavier's fist victim wasn't as—to put things lightly—intact as Desmond's. Zavier had started off easy but as he fucked the younger boy he gave into that lust, a release from the frustration that Angelo had seemed to have built. It resulted with a cadaver that Dimitri refused to let bleed on his carpet.
Their sex was a wild explosion, an almost feral clawing and ripping that had Zavier seeing spots of light in front of his eyes from orgasm. He laid there and let Dimitri lap at the remaining blood he didn't get the first time, he was feeling too drained to do anything regardless.

(Can I get that taste everynight?) Zavier asked softly.

(You can get the best sugar-spice if you season them right,) Dimitri replied. (Next time you should try all spice. Fear, anger..those types of emotions gives it a kick you wouldn't believe.)

(Am I supposed to feel this sleepy?)

Dimitri snorted. (Sun's almost up, genius. Good thing you weren't outside or you'd walk around until you got burned. Pay attention to shit like that, your body knows when it's time to go someplace safe. Got that?)

(Yeah,) Zavier replied softly, barely listening.

Giving Zavier a small break, he didn't push the issue since that was just one of many things he would have to learn about his new nature. He felt Zavier go still in his arms and soon felt the pull of the dawning sun snatch away his consciousness.


I'm overjoyed you guys like it and there definitely will be more to come!
Later, Peccavi