It Came With the Glowsticks

Cory stared at the pale blue feather boa that David casually slung around his shoulders. The feathers felt sinfully soft against his fingers and the boa itself smelled of a dryer equipped with a Downy dryer bar. He lifted one end of the boa and turned to look at the werebear standing behind him with a conspiratorial grin on his face. They were standing in one of those shops in the mall that catered to the appetites of prissy yet pre-pubescent girls and socially awkward females who wanted to look hip and cool but didn't want to pay the price it would cost for their dangly sparkly earrings from a name brand designer. Why were they in this store, one might ask?

Cory turned his attention briefly to the mirror above his head and located Helene, the clairvoyant little sister of David's Druid friend Danielle, and the twin sister of Rose, who despised malls, declaring them establishments of 'The Man'. And since David was the only one with a driver's license and a car, it fell to him to take Helene where she wanted to go. Since Helene was sixteen, Danielle refused to let David go anywhere with Helene alone, a sentiment echoed by her twin sister, and that was why Cory was here. Effectively babysitting the two to avoid Rose having a "vision" of her and David doing something horizontal and noisy in an undisclosed location. Not that David would, because Cory would probably break his kneecaps, and because Danielle and Rose would work some serious Druidic juju that would probably interfere with David's ability to get it up. Maybe she'd even make it so that he could never get it up again.

Cory fiddled with the boa while pondering that possibility. He wasn't aware Helene had come up beside him until she said, "Blue is your color tonight."

Cory turned his head sharply to stare at her. "What?"

Helene smiled. "Blue will make you irresistible tonight. Wear it and flaunt it."

"What are you doing to my boyfriend, munchkin?" David growled as he returned to pull the boa from Cory's shoulders. Helene smiled innocently.

"Nothing," she said. "You're still going with Danielle and Matty to the place tonight, right?"

David looked at Cory almost guiltily. The vampire rolled his eyes. "Of course you're going," he said, half-annoyed.

"Danielle said you had to come too."

Cory's eyes turned too-blue for a mere moment. "I don't like raves. I don't like dances period. I didn't like them when I was alive, I didn't like them when they were in fashion, and I don't like them now."

"Look, it's the only way Matty is going to trade me his car. That piece of shit Corolla is on its last legs."

"You have money. Why don't you just buy yourself a new car and stop using me as some sort of bargaining chip?"

Helene giggled. "Please, Cory? I'll make Danielle promise never ever to use you in her deals again."

Cory stared at both his lover and the psychic teenager for a few minutes, then turned and walked out of the store. David heaved a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. Helene smiled and picked up the blue feather boa that David had placed back on the rack. She offered it to him.

"Get it." she said. "He'll need it tonight."

David took the boa and shook his head. "He's going to kill me one day."

Helene smiled. "Nope. He'll never do that. Just make sure you're sure the car is worth what's gonna happen tonight."

"What's gonna happen tonight?"

But Helene had already moved off to look at a rack of knit woolen hats, her head cocked to the side and a dreamy smile on her face. David sighed. There'd be no way to get answers out of her now. He looked at the boa in his hands and allowed a small smile. Cory might kill him (or castrate him, which was worse in David's opinion) but David was going to make sure his vampire would at least participate tonight, even if Cory didn't want to be there. And this time, David would make sure to stay close to Cory. After all, he didn't want a repeat of the family reunion.


Cory stared up at the warehouse that was already alive with activity. He could feel the steady beat of the music in his bones and he knew that inside there would be a crush of bodies that would drive his predatory instincts to the forefront. The only reason he hadn't already said fuck it was because of the man beside him. David was leaning against the hood of his beat up old Corolla, wearing a white wife-beater and leather pants that fit like a second skin. Cory didn't know where he had gotten those pants, but he was sure David had gotten them for a reason. The look on the polar bear's face however, said that reason had to do with Cory staring at a huge bulge right between David's legs. Which Cory pointedly wasn't doing. He was here because his idiot boyfriend wanted his friend's old car, and the only way David was going to get that car was because his other friend wanted to see what Cory would do in this setting. Cory himself wore black jeans and a tank top that had the faded image of Mighty Mouse on it. David had given it to him to wear since Cory didn't have any real "clubbing" clothes.

"Where are they?" Cory asked finally, a little annoyance in his voice.

David shrugged. "They should be here soon."

'Soon' translated into 'another twenty minutes'. Cory heard it before David did, that soft purr of an engine that belonged to a car that would drive women wild when they saw it driven by a hot guy. A moment later, that car appeared, and Cory's mouth almost dropped open in shock. It was a Mustang, a sleek black sports car that shone like new. The windows were slightly tinted, but Cory could see the two occupants. David wore a grin on his face as the Mustang turned to park beside the Corolla. Out stepped a rather skinny young man with stringy purple hair and round-rimmed glasses, wearing a white t-shirt and board shorts, and a young woman whose blonde hair was bound in dreadlocks and decorated with glass beads, paper flowers, and what looked like Christmas lights. She wore only a bikini top and green shorts that left little to the imagination, and hemp sandals.

She grinned upon seeing David. "You actually convinced him to come?"

He embraced her in a quick hug. "I had to do some serious begging, Dani. This is way out of his comfort zone you know."

Danielle turned to Cory and gave him a brilliant smile. Cory didn't smile back. Her smile turned into a grin. "Oh, you'll have fun tonight, Cory. It's not like a bacchanalian."

"I thought Druids avoided those. And men." Cory said, as he looked at Matty.

The boy smiled sheepishly. "My sister is a maenad. She invited Dani once, as a good faith gesture. It's how she and I met."

Cory just gave a short nod and looked away. He listened to David and Matty delve into the discussion about the Mustang, and then eventually tuned it out. Danielle stepped up to him and smiled at him. He didn't smile back.

"You're not very personable, are you?"

"Not when I'm a bargaining chip because someone wants a pretty new toy. Why is Matty giving up the car? There's nothing wrong with it."

Danielle sighed. "Because my idiot boyfriend got a Porsche from his father as a way of trying to repair things between them. Matty still won't talk to his dad, but he kept the car, and since David's always wanted a Mustang, the deal was they'd trade if David would go with us to the rave, bring you, and try to get you to dance."

Cory felt his jaw twitch. "Matty wants to see me dance?"

"You remember that Broadway play that did insanely well last year? The one about Romeo waking up from death, only to find that Juliet didn't, and so he goes on sort of an Orpheus-like quest to save her?"

Cory did remember. Personally, he thought it had been stupid, but stupid sold. He only nodded.

"Matty choreographed that. And since it did so well, the producers wanted him to choreograph a new play, based on a modern-day vampire trying to prove himself to the ballerina he likes, except he's not trained in anything but what had been popular when he was alive."

"So I'm research." Cory said quietly with irritation.

Danielle nodded. The blonde vampire let out a sigh and rubbed his temple. "It's not that bad," Danielle tried to soothe Cory's irritation with a small smile. "I mean, just go out there and pump your fists a little. He just wants to observe you and have fun while doing it."

"I used to strike fear into the hearts of mortals who just heard whispers of my name. I used to be left alone and kept out of situations like this. I used to have peace and quiet. What changed?" Cory groused.

"Ah, that's easy. You met David." Danielle smiled as she took hold of Cory's wrist. "Let's go inside. We can get a table and the boys can join us later."

Cory cast a long, dark look at David, but followed Danielle into the warehouse where the noise was louder and the smell of bodies, alcohol, smoke, and other things was pungent. Somehow, they managed to find a table that was relatively unoccupied. Danielle disappeared for only a moment, then returned holding two handfuls of Glowsticks ranging the entire color spectrum. She gave Cory three blue ones, draping one around his throat and tying two to his wrists. She kept the green and violet ones, and when David and Matty finally joined them, she gave David the orange ones and Matty the red and indigo ones.

"Now let's go have some fun!" Danielle cried over the music and disappeared with Matty onto the dance floor. David grinned at Cory, who only offered the were-bear a sullen glower.

"Come on, Cory," David said. He looked exasperated. Maybe even a little irritated. "It's just one night. Have some fun. Shake that ass of yours a little."

"Shake my ass?" Cory growled.

David shook his head and flung that blue feather boa at Cory. He caught it and held it in a white-knuckled grip. "Look," David said, close enough that he was whispering in Cory's ear, "I'm tired of fighting you all the time. What happened at the reunion won't happen here, but Christ on a crutch, Cor, you need to live a little. You say Lacorian is you, but you won't let go for just one night because he might rise. That fear is holding you back."

"I'm not afraid," Cory replied, shivering at the feel of David's lips brushing against his ear.

"Prove it then."

With that, David pulled off his wife-beater so his orange Glowsticks rested against his bare chest, and he left Cory standing alone at the table, his fists clenched around that boa.

Cory watched David dance with this girl or that boy, knowing he was doing it on purpose. Cory would never admit to jealousy, at least to David's face, but he was getting jealous. He was jealous of the way David could so easily approach random strangers and get close enough to grind uglies; he was jealous of the way that girl's hands roamed over David's chest or the way that boy placed his hand just so on David's ass as they ground their hips together to the beat of the music.

Cory finally looked at the feather boa in his hands and relaxed as a smile grew across his face. David was always doing something to get Cory jealous, but he never got a rise from the vampire. Prove it then. The words echoed in Cory's mind, and he decided, just for once, to show his lover what Lacorian Blackwater, ex-master of the Ebon Coven, could really do.

As Matty and Danielle approached the table with drinks, Cory asked Danielle if she had any makeup with her. She gave him an odd look, and then a knowing smile spread across her face. She looked at her boyfriend, who gave her a fearful if game look.

"I'll be right back," she told Matty with a loving nip to his ear. "David will likely try and eat you when he sees Cory missing, but do your best to distract him?"

Matty smiled nervously. "Just throwing it out there that I'm only human, and he can turn into a six-hundred pound animal with teeth and claws."

Danielle squealed about how much she loved Matty, then grabbed Cory's wrist and threaded their way through the throng of people to the bathrooms. If anyone said anything about a man being in the ladies' room, Danielle didn't care. She dug into her pocket and brought out a tube of blue eyeliner and blue glitter. "Helene told me about the vision she had at the mall. And she's right about blue being your color."

Cory rolled his eyes then closed them as Danielle worked her magic on him. A mere moment later, Cory emerged from the bathroom and disappeared among the people while Danielle wended her way to the DJ and light synthesizer and asked if they could do her a favor.


Matty was proud of himself that he didn't freak out when David came toward him like a tank. He saw the rage in David's green eyes and he wondered if his death would be imminent. Then like a Norse goddess, Danielle swept back to the table and sprawled in his lap, somehow remaining decent the whole time despite the fact that her breasts looked like they wanted to pop out of that bikini top. She smiled innocently at David when he reached their table and slammed his hands on the wooden surface. Behind him, the bright lights of red, green, white, and orange slowly dimmed to leave blue, indigo, and purple. The music began to slow as well, and Danielle watched as a majority of the people decided to leave the dance floor, deciding now would be a good time to get that drink. She smiled knowingly.

"Where is Cory?" David growled. "Did he leave?"

"Aw, you're so sweet to worry about him now," Danielle said with a smile.

David's eyes turned murderous. "Did he leave?"

Matty sat up straighter, somehow without spilling his girlfriend to the floor. "Um, David. He's behind you."

"What?"

David turned at the waist and found his vampire on the dance floor, surrounded by only a few people. He was highlighted by blue, his eyes lined in blue, and his neck and shoulders dusted by blue glitter that shone each time he shifted. The Glowsticks were only accenting his pale flesh. The beat of the music was slow, allowing Cory to gyrate his hips at just the right time. Then, as if the music knew David was staring with his mouth open in shock, it picked up.

Suddenly, that blue feather boa around Cory's shoulders became a tool. He threw his head back and his arms up, hips going one way as his torso went another. The people around him seemed to only press closer, gyrating against him as Cory danced. It was like watching a music video for a rapper, the kind that have the barely dressed, sexy women dancing in a street somewhere, their every motion making you wonder what it would be like to dance with them, because their every motion is like a promise of the most mind-blowing, down and dirty sex you'll ever have in your life and will never have again. That's what Cory was doing, in perfect synch with the music and the lights. His body was like an instrument in itself, every limb and joint moving with expert grace. David was still frozen in shock when a man emerged from the crowd watching this vampire give a public display of what David got to enjoy privately. The man approached Cory and gently twined their fingers, dancing close enough that their hips were touching.

The were-bear heard growling and realized it was coming from him. He started forward, but Matty grabbed his arm. "Wait."

"That bastard is trying to get into my lover's pants, and you're telling me to wait?!" David snarled.

Danielle nodded. "Lacorian can take care of himself."

That name gave David pause and he watched as Lacorian slid his captured hand free of the grip that held it, then wrapped around the offender's wrist. At the crescendo of the music, the man was suddenly on his knees holding his wrist which was bent at an odd angle. And Lacorian, having done what he had meant to do, finally looked at David. David felt the animal in him rise at the subtle challenge Lacorian was giving him and jerked his head toward the door. He growled something intelligible at Danielle, then stalked out onto the dance floor, which was now flooded with people, and grabbed tightly to Lacorian. He all but dragged the vampire out of the rave, digging his keys out of his pocket as he did. He unlocked the Mustang and shoved Lacorian into the back seat.

The vampire snarled at him at the rough treatment, then subsided as David snarled. It was a low, dangerous sound that threatened physical harm. It bought David the time he needed to get into the driver's seat, make his adjustments, then drive away from the warehouse. He turned off on a dirt road and found as secluded a spot as he could before cutting the engine. He got out of the car, dragged Lacorian out of the backseat, then shoved the vampire up against the car as he kissed him. Hard.

It occurred to David, in that slight moment of clarity between animalistic need and desire, he and Cory had never fucked at the height of their feral urges. Then that thought was gone and all the polar bear could think of was taking this vampire hard and fast.

Lacorian let out a soft keen as David's teeth sank into his throat, right over his dead pulse. He arched against David's hips, feeling that bulge that the leather pants did nothing to hide. His nails scraped against the were-bear's chest as he tried to pull David closer. David's hand dropped down to Lacorian's hip and roughly hauled his leg up and around his waist, grinding leather against denim. The polar bear growled at the feel of Lacorian's hard cock against his own, and needed to get the vampire naked. Thankfully, the vampire seemed to be thinking the same thing, so off came that tank top, tossed somewhere away from them. David slid his free hand up Lacorian's back, his nails leaving scratches. He tangled his fingers in his lover's blonde hair and forced him into a rough kiss. Lacorian's fangs scraped against David's canines, also sharp in the beginnings of a feral transformation. Somehow, instinct kept the man's other form from taking completely over; maybe the polar bear inside him was simply satisfied by making this vampire - an equally dangerous predator - submit. But David's teeth still grew as sharp as Lacorian's fangs, and his short black hair turned shaggy and white.

"David," Cory breathed.

David only growled, but the kiss changed from something hard and feral to something far gentler. He pulled Cory's hips tighter against his own and felt his lover shivering and shaking against him, holding back. David growled again and lifted Cory up against him, carrying him to the hood of the Mustang. The metal protested the vampire's weight but it wasn't like David couldn't get the dent out if there was one. The grind continued even as David's hands busied themselves with Cory's jeans. At last, the denim annoyed the were-bear enough that his nails, now claws, simply tore the material from his lover's lithe, pale legs, leaving him exposed to the cool night air and David's hot palms.

David wrapped his hand around Cory's cock and stroked that hard shaft as hard as he dared. His claws could do some serious damage to flesh and muscle, and he knew, somewhere in the back of his more rational mind, that Cory would probably never give him sex again if he so much as scratched that sensitive organ. Cory's own nails dug into his shoulders, leaving welts and crescent indentations that only made more blood rush to his groin. Cory exposed his throat and David took the opportunity to mar it with teeth marks and bruises that began to fade as soon as he made them. He crushed their mouths together, their tongues fighting for dominance. When David felt Cory shudder against him he pulled back to watch hot white fluid ribbon over his fist. Cory almost collapsed back against the hood of the car and his blue eyes brightened as he watched David lick his fingers clean of Cory's seed.

"Shit," Cory breathed.

David smirked. His voice came out in a gravelly tone, half wild and thick with need. "We're not done."

This time, when David saw Lacorian rise in Cory, he wasn't afraid or upset or worried. He watched Lacorian sit up and reach for his leather pants, the barest brush of his fingers making David want to explode right there. Then his cock was free and in Lacorian's cool hand.

David growled, "Lacorian,"

It was Lacorian looking at him, but it was Cory who said, "Do it."

David searched his lover's face for regret, hesitance, resistance, fear but saw none of it. Both sides of his vampire were watching him, were giving him permission for what his animal side was urging him to do. He pulled Cory by the hips closer to him, removed the vampire's hand from his cock, then grabbed the blonde's thighs in a grip that could break bones (were they not vampire bones) and spread those lithe legs. Now he saw the slight hesitance in Cory's eyes, but there was determination. The polar bear was just at the surface now, aroused beyond simple desire. David snarled inhumanely as he set the head of his cock against Cory's hole and shoved in.

Cory clutched David's shoulders as he felt his skin burn and tear and felt the blood he'd taken earlier make his passage slick. His cry was swallowed by David's mouth, and he grabbed a fistful of David's snowy white hair and pulled hard enough to make the polar bear snarl at him. David's hands were bruising Cory's hips as the man pulled Cory onto his cock, going balls deep with each thrust and thrusting hard enough to make the Mustang roll on its tires. This time, Cory couldn't help his noises, which he normally muffled. He cried out as David suddenly lifted him from the hood of the car and held him in a grip that could bend steel. He wasn't a truly active participant now; all he could do is clutch onto David and cry out into the polar bear's ear as his lover pounded into him.

Somehow they ended up on the ground, and Cory on his hands and knees with David bent over his back. One large hand hit the ground before Cory's eyes and he watched it start to turn into a paw. The transformation stopped at the elbow. He could still feel the other hand at his hip, still human. Shaggy white hair suddenly filled his vision as he was pulled back into David's lap, and he moaned as David's thick cock slid up to the hilt inside of him. He could smell the blood and figured he was bleeding pretty badly, but there was nothing but pleasure. He let his head fall back against David's shoulder and watched his lover's strong-jawed face, covered in sweat. Then his feral-brightened, emerald eyes locked with bright cerulean blue and David's breath hitched.

Suddenly gone were the claws and sharp teeth. Suddenly gone was the shaggy white hair, back to short, black peach fuzz, and the fur. The paw was once more a hand. David thrust up once, twice, thrice more and then -

"David!"

With a gasp, David came, burying himself to the hilt inside Cory as he came, filling the smaller man with his seed. Finally spent, he half bent over Cory, arms locked tight around Cory's waist. He listened to his own harsh breathing, Cory's harsh breathing, and the sound of Cory screaming his name for the first time since they started fucking on a regular basis.

"God fucking dammit, I love you." David hissed into Cory's ear.

Blue eyes slowly opened to look at him. Cory didn't smile. He didn't do anything but stare at David and breathe, despite the fact he didn't need to. Then he lifted his hand, set it against David's cheek, and gently kissed him.

"Are you okay?" David asked when Cory pulled back.

"Nothing I'm not already healing from," Cory whispered. He couldn't help the slight gasp and wince as David finally pulled from his abused hole. David hissed at the sight of blood mixed with jizz, then looked up at Cory as the vampire steadied himself on his own two feet. "I'm fine. A little rough sex isn't going to kill me."

"You need something to eat?"

Cory shook his head, stifling a sudden yawn. David got to his feet with a smirk. He pulled up his pants and zipped the leather closed, then found Cory's jeans and steadied the vampire as he struggled to pull them on. Cory pulled on that Mighty Mouse tank top and let David carry him to the car, settling him in the front seat.

"How about," David started as he slowly kissed Cory's lips, "I take you home, make you a nice plate of cheesecake, and then we can have a repeat performance, hm?"

Cory studied David for a long moment. "You really want to have sex again after that?"

David shut Cory's door and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and starting up the Mustang. Then he looked over at his lover and smiled. "It's chocolate raspberry cheesecake with mousse."

Cory sighed. "Then I'm going to take a nap. If you wake me up before we get home, I'll do more than just castrate you."

"Does this mean multiple rounds and kinky shit we've never tried before?"

"Maybe, and kinky will depend on how good that cheesecake is."

David grinned and pulled out onto the road. "You know," he began, just as Cory was on the cusp of unconsciousness, "I do want to see you in nothing but that blue feather boa."

"Blue is my color," Cory muttered.

After a moment, when David was certain Cory was out cold, he glanced over at his mate. The blue Glowsticks were still giving off their pale light, accenting Cory's pale skin. He reached over and brushed Cory's cheek, then returned his hand to the wheel. The smile he wore now was one of satisfaction and pleasure and joy.

And his mind returned to the last thing he remembered about their coupling, the sight of Cory in his lap, glowing with that phosphorescent light. It had given him an unreal, ethereal beauty. It must've come from those damned Glowsticks, but David wasn't complaining.

When it came to Cory, David knew he had very little to complain about.