I Want Your Bite
“They’d better not after last time,” replied John firmly; it wasn’t as if they had many problems with police that they couldn’t handle and so hadn’t been too concerned when there had been the knock on the car window, more put out about being stopped than anything. Randy had been atop John at the time and wound down the window, looking the cop directly in the eyes. Almost all vampires had the ability to enthral humans, suggesting things to them and having them obey without even thinking about it, but as with all of their gifts some of them were better at it than others and Randy just happened to be the best at suggestibility that John had ever seen. John had barely paused as Randy started talking to the cop - although he had stopped in a hurry when Randy had told the cop to stand at the window and watch. Randy had said that there was no harm being done by having an audience that wouldn’t remember a thing later on and hadn’t John ever felt like being an exhibitionist? John replied by saying making him leave was one thing, potentially scarring his psyche was a whole ‘nother issue. They’d argued it out for a while as the cop stood at the window merely observing as they did but John had gotten his way over that one, the cop been made to leave.
Randy shook his head, faking sadness. “Oh Johnny, you’re no fun-“
“If I’m no fun, perhaps we should just go right on back to the manor.”
“I take it back. You’re a ton of fun, especially when we’re trying to squeeze your big ass and my monster cock in the backseat of the car.”
John started to laugh. “Monster cock? One day we’ll have to get you a job on some cheesy phone sex line.”
“How do you think I can afford the manor?” Randy wiggled his eyebrows and whirled Cody’s car keys around his finger as he headed to it, John chuckling as he got into his own vehicle. Randy drove out first, John following as they made their way to the spot they had christened The Point. The area they lived in was quiet and sparsely populated just the way that Randy liked it and there were plenty of out of the way places, but none so private as their own personal spot - although they did see evidence that they weren’t the only people to use it for that purpose, their being awake through the night meant that they had not yet been interrupted by another couple making use of the area for the same reason. Only the policeman that one time and John had often wondered if they had been making a crackdown at the time, as occasionally happened.
The Point was at the end of a narrow trail that Randy was occasionally surprised that John allowed his precious cars to go down. There was a natural hill there that was steep enough that there was really only one way to approach the spot and that was the way that had driven in. There was room for both cars to park up but a third car might have encountered a problem unless they wanted a really good view of what was going on within and both men were sure that sight might just kill the moods of a couple of horny teenagers.
It was very tempting to just get down and dirty in Cody’s car, knowing that he would be driven crazy by the ghost of the scent for a long time - there was always an odd undercurrent of sexual attraction between sire and child that could get uneasy if it was allowed to, some extension from adults suddenly finding themselves in positions of power or protection. It always lessened over time and also should either sire or child have a mate in the picture, but even so Randy didn’t want to tease Cody in that way. He knew damned well that Cody hadn’t resurrected his physical relationship with Ted as yet and the signs that others were intimate could push things before they were ready. He was a little worried about that side when it came to the pair; they were clearly still crazy in love with one another but it was a lot to take on board for anyone and he respected that Cody didn’t want to push Ted faster than advisable. However, Randy was inclined to believe that Ted was adapting faster than any of them had foreseen and he knew that if he’d had to be around John without tearing his clothes off at the earliest opportunity he might just have gone completely insane with lust.
He locked Cody’s car out of instinct, he certainly didn’t want to chase some opportunistic thief while naked and irate. John’s car was always going to be better for what he had in mind anyway, the back seat was a lot larger and they were both big men, it was never going to be comfortable but that was part of the excitement. He tapped on the driver’s side window lightly and John opened the door, looking out at him with a smirk.
“I’m out here looking for a spot of casual sex,” teased Randy.
John got out of the car, opening the back door and making an exaggerated motion for Randy to get inside. “Then step into my office. I think I can help you out.”
Randy slid into the back seat, chuckling to himself - there was nothing like some cheesy banter to make him feel like all was right between them - and John got in after him, slamming the door closed. His hand went to Randy’s thigh, feeling the solid muscle beneath the denim. “You seemed kinda introspective there for a moment.”
Randy almost asked how John had been able to see that when they were in different cars and then didn’t; he would know it through the strengthened bond they had now, the way he could feel John’s curiosity barely overlaying dark lust. “I was thinking about Cody and Ted. Except that led me on to thinking about us again.”
John’s hand trailed further up Randy’s thigh but he still looked interested. “Yeah?”
“The first time we got it on,” expanded Randy, almost laughing at the choice of words. “You might remember it?”
“Hmmm, it’s hazy.”
“Dark alley, about three in the morning?” Randy felt his body react to John’s touch and his arm went around the man’s shoulders, leaning in so that he was all but murmuring in his mates ear. “I went out looking for you, I could feel you somewhere close to me. And then I saw you and you slipped into that alley so I followed, grabbed you, said something…”
“You drained all my blood and threw me aside to die,” John quoted and although remembering the words and how angry Randy had been was not pleasant, the nearness of the man had aroused something other than shame and fear in him, those stormy blue eyes fixed on his telling him that Randy felt it too and he was pissed about it. “Perhaps I should return the favour.”
Randy paused, a little surprised. “Was that it? I kinda forget that I was mad at you.” He chuckled, nipping on John’s ear a moment. “And then you told me to do whatever made me feel better-“
“You bit me. You asshole, you weren’t even gentle about it.”
“You didn’t seem to mind. You grabbed my ass like the fucking world was coming to an end and practically humped me to climax through my jeans.”
John blushed bright red. “It wasn’t like that!”
Nor had it been exactly, it had been more complicated, more angry than that, but Randy wasn’t about to let facts get in the way of a damned good memory. “That’s how I recall it. Though it got better once I got your clothes off.”
“It usually does - so why the hell are you still dressed?”
Randy laughed, resting a hand on John’s cheek and almost forcing his face around so that they could kiss, the problem with their fangs being known not an issue for them after many years of learning to control the reflex. John kissed him back just as hard, a minor power struggle going on between them before Randy acquiesced, allowing John to push him until he was lying on his back, one leg bent to fit to the seat, the other foot on the floor, John nestled between them. Smirking, John pulled Randy’s shirt off over his head with a little difficulty in the confines and threw the item into the front seat. His head leaned forward, lips fastening around Randy’s nipple and sucking. Randy groaned, hands burying themselves into John’s hair as the other nipped lightly, tugging the bud and then lapping at the minute marks left behind. He could feel Randy stiffening against him, he had found out quickly that his lover adored having any attention paid to his nipples and was the reason John did so at every opportunity.
John turned his attention to the other nipple, hands going to Randy’s zipper and taking care of it as he did so. Beneath him Randy continued to vocalise his appreciation - Randy had always been loud, with varying levels of coherence, when they were like this together. There was a noise of minor displeasure when John leaned back up, one that was soon overridden by a slight mew that Randy would forever swear he would never make as John freed his cock from the confines of his pants.
“I don’t know if it qualifies as a monster…”
“You’re never gonna let me forget I said that, are you?”
“Nope. Randy, why the hell do you have to wear jeans in this situation?”
“I had no idea you’d take me to some roadside to seduce me,” replied Randy, the almost prim tone belied by the grin on his face and the lust in his eyes. “Otherwise I would have dressed for the occasion.”
“I’ll just have to work around it,” said John, managing somehow to skilfully remove the rest of Randy’s clothing and feeling himself stirring more urgently at the sight of his lover lying naked in his backseat. Randy was a perfect physical specimen and seeing him against the leather roused John’s urgency. He had bonded with Randy because he was in love with him and the events of the night before had only served to remind him how much he wanted to keep this new life he had. That Randy had been able to accept all that he had been told without finding fault in John or being infuriated to have been kept in the dark for so long made him realise just how strong and genuine the others feelings towards him were. Being bonded meant a heightened understanding of one another but there hadn’t been even a flicker of negativity directed at John.
Randy raised his eyebrows, looking completely at ease although there was real desire and just a hint of impatience apparent through the bond they shared. “Are you just gonna look at me all night?”
“I might just.” John grinned, the action showing his teeth starting to elongate. But he had no intention of waiting all night at all, judging by how tight his boxers felt he was going to struggle waiting another few minutes. There were a few moments of confusion as John managed to get his own clothes off (and he was sure that Randy was laughing at him as he tried to manoeuvre in the small space) and then they were both naked, John putting his fingers in his mouth and smirking around them as he saw Randy’s attention completely riveted to the sight. The younger wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips were slightly parted as if to breathe and there was just a slight glimpse of fangs within. John made damned sure that he coated his fingers thoroughly before taking them from his mouth; it would probably be quick and would certainly be awkward as hell but there was no reason that it should be uncomfortable for the wrong reasons. Randy shifted his hips slightly to grant John better access and John pressed a single finger into Randy’s tight hole, rapidly followed by a second. He hadn’t realised just how being bonded would affect moments like this - he had been too far gone when they had initiated the oath but he was now beginning to get it. Randy’s own impatience and excitement was affecting him as well and he made a mental note to test that out to its limits when they were in more of a position to do so. When they had a whole night with nothing more to do than spend the time languidly exploring his lovers body then he was going to use that bond to send Randy to heaven and back over and over again. But for the moment, they didn’t really have either the time or the space.
He added a third finger and angled straight toward Randy’s prostate, making him growl and arch up, eyes closing momentarily. Fuck, but Randy was like some obscene porn film and John often thought that he could get off watching Randy get off, no touch required. Thankfully it was something he’d never had to test. He stroked against Randy’s prostate again and the action sent a bolt of desperate need straight through Randy and through their bond to John. If he’d needed to breathe then he would have had the air stolen from him in that moment; he lost all sense of teasing or waiting and withdrew his fingers immediately, some distant voice in the back of his mind hoping that Randy was adequately prepared because he didn’t think he could wait any longer.
Biting on his lip to try to gain control of himself, drawing blood, John positioned himself at Randy’s entrance. Randy’s hands went to his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on and John paused for a barely noticeable beat before plunging himself balls-deep into the younger man. This time they both moaned, the sound very loud in the confines of the car. Trying to adjust his position, John planted a foot on the floor of the car and surged forward, finding it sweetly frustrating that he wasn’t able to find the angle he was searching for right away. Randy murmured something barely coherent, looking up into John’s face and scoring red marks over John’s shoulders with short nails. Hissing slightly, John started a pace that was almost slow as they both sought how they could take best advantage of the position. For the first time he needed no reassurances from Randy that it was good for him too, he could feel it from the others behalf…
In response to some unspoken plea from Randy he moved slightly and drove himself forward harder. The response was immediate and arrived to him on two levels, the bolt of pleasure through their bond and the cry from Randy only a split second later. John’s own moans joined his lovers as he sensed the words without words-
-There-
And he allowed Randy’s senses to guide him, thrusting against his lovers prostate in a fast rhythm that had the car rocking slightly with their movements. Both men were warmer than their usual temperature although not enough to cause the windows to steam over. Randy let his head fall back, exposing his throat to John in the ultimate expression of trust and submission for their kind, hand sliding sensuously over his abs to wrap around his cock. John let out a helpless moan as Randy tightened around him, gripping him firmly and moving in perfect time to one another. The exposure and the illicitness of the location all added to the act and John knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on as long as he might otherwise have done -and he also realised that he wasn’t going to have to fight against his release until he knew Randy was on the edge. He could feel his lover’s tension ready to break, even if he hadn’t recognised the signs that Randy always gave. Instinct took over completely; he gave himself over to it and allowed his body and their bond to act in complete tandem. It seemed like only moments passed before they climaxed simultaneously, John crying out as loudly as he was able as his seed filled his lover, hearing Randy’s moans of his name as he coated them both with his release.
John half-collapsed on Randy, feeling as if he should be breathing heavily. As it was he did inhale, realising that he had about three seconds to move before he started to suffer from the cramped conditions. He shifted himself, grinning at Randy as the other shot him a wink and disentangled his legs. There was another complicated moment as they managed to free themselves of one another and sit up. John gave the seats a rueful look. “I suppose I’ll be cleaning out the car tomorrow.”
He had rather thought that Randy would have some comeback to that one but for once Randy didn’t seem about to be a smart arse and John could understand, he could feel Randy’s sense of wonder through their bond and he was feeling it in his own right even without his lover’s input into his emotions.
“That was-“ Randy met John’s eyes and gave an almost shy smile. “Did you feel that?”
John needed no clarification as to that, they had made love a thousand times and it wasn’t their first time in the car but it was the first time since they had established their bond and it had been a whole different experience. They had always been good together, in sync physically, but the bond had added a new layer to their understanding. He nodded slowly. “I knew everything. What you needed, how you were feeling…”
“Me too.” Randy glanced away a moment. “You ever feel that before?”
John put a hand to Randy’s cheek, coaxing the other into looking at him. “Never,” he said seriously - it was rare for Randy to want any kind of reassurance but it happened and the new level had no doubt awoken that need in him, or at least the ability to express it. “It’s because of the bonding - and I could only ever bond with you.”
Randy gave a little smile that seemed almost tired and another time John might have been tempted to tease. As it was, he merely pulled Randy into an embrace and the two of them stayed that way for a while, Randy’s head against John’s chest and John’s cheek on Randy’s head.
They might have remained that way longer but after a while unease started to trickle through John. He started to think about the night before, how they had probably been foolish to be out here doing this when Dave was on the prowl in the area. He had needed it, needed to show Randy that he loved him and was grateful for the understanding, had wanted to show that Dave had no hold over his life he supposed. But Dave still did as long as he was trying to put a hurt on John and although the clan was safe in the manor (he hoped, he didn’t think the younger ones would leave but he wasn’t at all sure he’d put it past Hunter or Shawn to go hunting for him), they were rather exposed. That feeling he’d had the night before they had bonded had returned, the feeling that there was some danger lurking nearby and that he had brought it upon them.
Randy had caught his unease it seemed because he raised his head and although there was concern in his eyes, he tipped John a wink. “You wanna get back? Before someone sends out a search party?”
“We’ve got phones if they need us,” said John, trying to be blasé in spite of his forebodings - it had taken him a long time but he was used to the clever little devices. Out of all the clan, the only ones who refused to use the phones for anything save emergencies were Hunter, Adam and surprisingly Cody, who should have been the one most at home with such things.
“We should get back regardless,” returned Randy, managing to pull on his jeans and waiting for John to follow suit before opening the back door, swinging his legs out and putting on his shoes while John did the same in the extra space within. “I should be making sure everything’s going okay,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he spoke. “Things with Cody and Ted are-“
And then he was gone.
John didn’t even pause, throwing himself out of the car on his own side and racing to the other side. It took him a moment to see what was happening in the shadows but he knew where to look for his lover without even having to consider it and when he saw what was happening, it was no stretch to work out the rest. As Randy had been talking, Dave had emerged from some hiding place and ran over faster than either of them had seen, grabbing Randy as he did and spiriting him some distance from John. It would take only a second for him to be at Randy’s side, but apparently Dave had hoped the surprise would give him valuable time.
It hadn’t quite worked like that. Randy had been on his guard even thought he hadn’t seen Dave’s approach and Dave hadn’t gotten him far at all. As John’s eyes adjusted he saw Randy dig his heels into the ground, the action deadening their momentum. He used the sudden stop combined with the forward motion to swing at Dave, a fist catching the behemoth directly in the face. There was a sudden surge of fury and John knew it hadn’t originated with him; Randy had just lost his grip on his temper and against someone like Dave, that would cost him. Dave could snap in a second but in situations such as these he seemed to keep a cold, sadistic calm.
Dave staggered back in the wake of the punch, recovered within a second and lunged for Randy. Randy held his ground, snarling as Dave tried to take him over. But Dave was as tall as Randy and outweighed him, the best that Randy could do was to shift as they fell so that he landed on top. He delivered another blow that would have caved in the skull of a normal human, followed quickly by another, the snarls coming from him sounding almost animalistic.
For a second John dared to hope that Randy had Dave’s number and then Dave grabbed Randy by the biceps and shoved. Randy flew through the air, the only thing saving him from going off the edge of the hill being a tree that cracked loudly as his full weight smashed against it. Before Dave could move in to attack again John barrelled into him, fangs bared out of pure instinct. His mate had been harmed and he didn’t even have to think about his next move, he merely acted. Dave hit the ground and rolled, rising to a crouch and staring back at John.
Unbelievably, he smiled. “Johnny, that’s no way to behave.”
“You’ve no business here Dave, so why don’t you crawl away from here and leave me be?” John forced himself to remain calm in spite of Randy’s rage boiling through his veins. “What the hell are you hoping to achieve here? Why not just forget about it and leave me to get on with things? You can go about whatever fucking depraved things you want without me getting in the way.”
“You were never in the way…” Dave smirked. “You remember the first time I took you out to feed? The look on your face when I ripped off that girls arm… it just made the blood taste better. Everything tastes better with you John.” The lewd intent was evident and John shuddered slightly, refusing to let memories overtake him this time. From behind him there was a snarl and Dave turned his attention to Randy without a qualm, straightening up and brushing almost daintily at his clothes.
“Your boy screams like a bitch Johnny,” he said with something close to real cheer. “Did you ever tell him how often I made you scream like that? How many years you were my bitch and you screamed for me…”
There was no warning but John had known it was coming; Randy flew at Dave with murder in his heart. There was no time to even open his mouth to warn against it and it was obvious that Dave had been expecting it as well. As Randy went for him too fast for human eyes to see, Dave took a step to one side, grabbed Randy’s arm as he tried to correct himself and wrenched it up his back. John couldn’t help the cry that escaped him, his mate injured and the tell-tale pain shooting through his own shoulder. He himself had no injuries but the pain he felt second-hand told him that Randy’s shoulder was dislocated at least. He just had to hope it was nothing worse - and there wasn’t time to be concerned over it. Dave shoved against Randy’s arm in a swift movement, knocking the other to the floor and John was at his side before Randy could get up again. And Randy would get up again. Harming Randy just seemed to invite him to fight back harder. His arms went around the other, but his eyes never left Dave.
Dave however seemed disinclined to make another move, merely staring John down for long moments before turning his attention to Randy. “You took what’s mine,” he said, no trace of false joviality remaining in his tone. “I take him back. Or else your children will suffer a hundred times more than you have tonight. I’ll make it slow, I’ll make it hurt and I’ll make it last. I’ll take your pet and make him my child, enslave him to only me. And then I’ll come for you and make you beg me to let the sun take you. Give me back what’s mine.”
Randy growled. “Go to hell.”
Dave inclined his head as if he had been expecting this. “You’ll change your mind,” he said. “You can’t stop me. Think it over and I’ll come back for John-“ He smiled. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
He moved and John tensed, ready to protect his mate no matter how much he had been indoctrinated to bend before this monster - but Dave merely leapt over the side of the hill. For a moment John found himself hoping that Dave would break both his ankles on the fall but he knew that wouldn’t happen, and if he tried to give chase he would have no chance… unless Dave wanted to be found. And in that case it wasn’t likely to turn out well for him.
And his mate had been injured.
His attention went back to Randy. “Get in the car, we’ve gotta get you back to the manor-“
Randy continued to growl in the back of his throat and John realised that between fury and pain, Randy wasn’t listening to him. “Randy! Baby, listen to me!”
Randy glanced at him but John wasn’t at all sure he was getting through - Randy had never been mister reasonable even when he was alive and with his vampire instincts to contend with he wasn’t likely to want to just go home and lick his wounds. It was a matter of pride and John had to appeal to something else to get the man to do what was right.
“We’ve lost him,” he said, trying to be calm but allowing some of his urgency to shine through. “And he threatened the clan. We need to get back.”
With clear effort, Randy got himself under control and nodded. “Cody’s car-“
“To hell with Cody’s car! Ted can come and get it when the sun rises-“
“Ted doesn’t leave the manor,” said Randy and it was clearly an order; the threats Dave had made had clearly gotten through to him. Perhaps it was just as well because Randy seemed to be thinking with his brain rather than his need to maim. “I’ll take the car back. I can do it with one hand.”
“I don’t know if that’s wise.”
“I’m not leaving it here.” Randy headed back toward the car, brow furrowed. “I want you to call the manor and keep them on the phone ‘til we get back. You hear something strange, flash the lights at me.”
“You can’t drive when-“
“It’s an automatic and it’s healing already.” There was clearly going to be no argument and John couldn’t help wondering if there was some pride involved there too; Randy probably didn’t want to admit to being injured enough to have to be taken home, not to his clan when he had a duty to protect them. John felt a moments guilt and resolutely pushed it away. It was not the time. When they were back at the manor, when they were safe, then he could feel guilt.
And maybe this latest episode would persuade his own sire that they had to act, now.
Randy shook his head, faking sadness. “Oh Johnny, you’re no fun-“
“If I’m no fun, perhaps we should just go right on back to the manor.”
“I take it back. You’re a ton of fun, especially when we’re trying to squeeze your big ass and my monster cock in the backseat of the car.”
John started to laugh. “Monster cock? One day we’ll have to get you a job on some cheesy phone sex line.”
“How do you think I can afford the manor?” Randy wiggled his eyebrows and whirled Cody’s car keys around his finger as he headed to it, John chuckling as he got into his own vehicle. Randy drove out first, John following as they made their way to the spot they had christened The Point. The area they lived in was quiet and sparsely populated just the way that Randy liked it and there were plenty of out of the way places, but none so private as their own personal spot - although they did see evidence that they weren’t the only people to use it for that purpose, their being awake through the night meant that they had not yet been interrupted by another couple making use of the area for the same reason. Only the policeman that one time and John had often wondered if they had been making a crackdown at the time, as occasionally happened.
The Point was at the end of a narrow trail that Randy was occasionally surprised that John allowed his precious cars to go down. There was a natural hill there that was steep enough that there was really only one way to approach the spot and that was the way that had driven in. There was room for both cars to park up but a third car might have encountered a problem unless they wanted a really good view of what was going on within and both men were sure that sight might just kill the moods of a couple of horny teenagers.
It was very tempting to just get down and dirty in Cody’s car, knowing that he would be driven crazy by the ghost of the scent for a long time - there was always an odd undercurrent of sexual attraction between sire and child that could get uneasy if it was allowed to, some extension from adults suddenly finding themselves in positions of power or protection. It always lessened over time and also should either sire or child have a mate in the picture, but even so Randy didn’t want to tease Cody in that way. He knew damned well that Cody hadn’t resurrected his physical relationship with Ted as yet and the signs that others were intimate could push things before they were ready. He was a little worried about that side when it came to the pair; they were clearly still crazy in love with one another but it was a lot to take on board for anyone and he respected that Cody didn’t want to push Ted faster than advisable. However, Randy was inclined to believe that Ted was adapting faster than any of them had foreseen and he knew that if he’d had to be around John without tearing his clothes off at the earliest opportunity he might just have gone completely insane with lust.
He locked Cody’s car out of instinct, he certainly didn’t want to chase some opportunistic thief while naked and irate. John’s car was always going to be better for what he had in mind anyway, the back seat was a lot larger and they were both big men, it was never going to be comfortable but that was part of the excitement. He tapped on the driver’s side window lightly and John opened the door, looking out at him with a smirk.
“I’m out here looking for a spot of casual sex,” teased Randy.
John got out of the car, opening the back door and making an exaggerated motion for Randy to get inside. “Then step into my office. I think I can help you out.”
Randy slid into the back seat, chuckling to himself - there was nothing like some cheesy banter to make him feel like all was right between them - and John got in after him, slamming the door closed. His hand went to Randy’s thigh, feeling the solid muscle beneath the denim. “You seemed kinda introspective there for a moment.”
Randy almost asked how John had been able to see that when they were in different cars and then didn’t; he would know it through the strengthened bond they had now, the way he could feel John’s curiosity barely overlaying dark lust. “I was thinking about Cody and Ted. Except that led me on to thinking about us again.”
John’s hand trailed further up Randy’s thigh but he still looked interested. “Yeah?”
“The first time we got it on,” expanded Randy, almost laughing at the choice of words. “You might remember it?”
“Hmmm, it’s hazy.”
“Dark alley, about three in the morning?” Randy felt his body react to John’s touch and his arm went around the man’s shoulders, leaning in so that he was all but murmuring in his mates ear. “I went out looking for you, I could feel you somewhere close to me. And then I saw you and you slipped into that alley so I followed, grabbed you, said something…”
“You drained all my blood and threw me aside to die,” John quoted and although remembering the words and how angry Randy had been was not pleasant, the nearness of the man had aroused something other than shame and fear in him, those stormy blue eyes fixed on his telling him that Randy felt it too and he was pissed about it. “Perhaps I should return the favour.”
Randy paused, a little surprised. “Was that it? I kinda forget that I was mad at you.” He chuckled, nipping on John’s ear a moment. “And then you told me to do whatever made me feel better-“
“You bit me. You asshole, you weren’t even gentle about it.”
“You didn’t seem to mind. You grabbed my ass like the fucking world was coming to an end and practically humped me to climax through my jeans.”
John blushed bright red. “It wasn’t like that!”
Nor had it been exactly, it had been more complicated, more angry than that, but Randy wasn’t about to let facts get in the way of a damned good memory. “That’s how I recall it. Though it got better once I got your clothes off.”
“It usually does - so why the hell are you still dressed?”
Randy laughed, resting a hand on John’s cheek and almost forcing his face around so that they could kiss, the problem with their fangs being known not an issue for them after many years of learning to control the reflex. John kissed him back just as hard, a minor power struggle going on between them before Randy acquiesced, allowing John to push him until he was lying on his back, one leg bent to fit to the seat, the other foot on the floor, John nestled between them. Smirking, John pulled Randy’s shirt off over his head with a little difficulty in the confines and threw the item into the front seat. His head leaned forward, lips fastening around Randy’s nipple and sucking. Randy groaned, hands burying themselves into John’s hair as the other nipped lightly, tugging the bud and then lapping at the minute marks left behind. He could feel Randy stiffening against him, he had found out quickly that his lover adored having any attention paid to his nipples and was the reason John did so at every opportunity.
John turned his attention to the other nipple, hands going to Randy’s zipper and taking care of it as he did so. Beneath him Randy continued to vocalise his appreciation - Randy had always been loud, with varying levels of coherence, when they were like this together. There was a noise of minor displeasure when John leaned back up, one that was soon overridden by a slight mew that Randy would forever swear he would never make as John freed his cock from the confines of his pants.
“I don’t know if it qualifies as a monster…”
“You’re never gonna let me forget I said that, are you?”
“Nope. Randy, why the hell do you have to wear jeans in this situation?”
“I had no idea you’d take me to some roadside to seduce me,” replied Randy, the almost prim tone belied by the grin on his face and the lust in his eyes. “Otherwise I would have dressed for the occasion.”
“I’ll just have to work around it,” said John, managing somehow to skilfully remove the rest of Randy’s clothing and feeling himself stirring more urgently at the sight of his lover lying naked in his backseat. Randy was a perfect physical specimen and seeing him against the leather roused John’s urgency. He had bonded with Randy because he was in love with him and the events of the night before had only served to remind him how much he wanted to keep this new life he had. That Randy had been able to accept all that he had been told without finding fault in John or being infuriated to have been kept in the dark for so long made him realise just how strong and genuine the others feelings towards him were. Being bonded meant a heightened understanding of one another but there hadn’t been even a flicker of negativity directed at John.
Randy raised his eyebrows, looking completely at ease although there was real desire and just a hint of impatience apparent through the bond they shared. “Are you just gonna look at me all night?”
“I might just.” John grinned, the action showing his teeth starting to elongate. But he had no intention of waiting all night at all, judging by how tight his boxers felt he was going to struggle waiting another few minutes. There were a few moments of confusion as John managed to get his own clothes off (and he was sure that Randy was laughing at him as he tried to manoeuvre in the small space) and then they were both naked, John putting his fingers in his mouth and smirking around them as he saw Randy’s attention completely riveted to the sight. The younger wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips were slightly parted as if to breathe and there was just a slight glimpse of fangs within. John made damned sure that he coated his fingers thoroughly before taking them from his mouth; it would probably be quick and would certainly be awkward as hell but there was no reason that it should be uncomfortable for the wrong reasons. Randy shifted his hips slightly to grant John better access and John pressed a single finger into Randy’s tight hole, rapidly followed by a second. He hadn’t realised just how being bonded would affect moments like this - he had been too far gone when they had initiated the oath but he was now beginning to get it. Randy’s own impatience and excitement was affecting him as well and he made a mental note to test that out to its limits when they were in more of a position to do so. When they had a whole night with nothing more to do than spend the time languidly exploring his lovers body then he was going to use that bond to send Randy to heaven and back over and over again. But for the moment, they didn’t really have either the time or the space.
He added a third finger and angled straight toward Randy’s prostate, making him growl and arch up, eyes closing momentarily. Fuck, but Randy was like some obscene porn film and John often thought that he could get off watching Randy get off, no touch required. Thankfully it was something he’d never had to test. He stroked against Randy’s prostate again and the action sent a bolt of desperate need straight through Randy and through their bond to John. If he’d needed to breathe then he would have had the air stolen from him in that moment; he lost all sense of teasing or waiting and withdrew his fingers immediately, some distant voice in the back of his mind hoping that Randy was adequately prepared because he didn’t think he could wait any longer.
Biting on his lip to try to gain control of himself, drawing blood, John positioned himself at Randy’s entrance. Randy’s hands went to his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on and John paused for a barely noticeable beat before plunging himself balls-deep into the younger man. This time they both moaned, the sound very loud in the confines of the car. Trying to adjust his position, John planted a foot on the floor of the car and surged forward, finding it sweetly frustrating that he wasn’t able to find the angle he was searching for right away. Randy murmured something barely coherent, looking up into John’s face and scoring red marks over John’s shoulders with short nails. Hissing slightly, John started a pace that was almost slow as they both sought how they could take best advantage of the position. For the first time he needed no reassurances from Randy that it was good for him too, he could feel it from the others behalf…
In response to some unspoken plea from Randy he moved slightly and drove himself forward harder. The response was immediate and arrived to him on two levels, the bolt of pleasure through their bond and the cry from Randy only a split second later. John’s own moans joined his lovers as he sensed the words without words-
-There-
And he allowed Randy’s senses to guide him, thrusting against his lovers prostate in a fast rhythm that had the car rocking slightly with their movements. Both men were warmer than their usual temperature although not enough to cause the windows to steam over. Randy let his head fall back, exposing his throat to John in the ultimate expression of trust and submission for their kind, hand sliding sensuously over his abs to wrap around his cock. John let out a helpless moan as Randy tightened around him, gripping him firmly and moving in perfect time to one another. The exposure and the illicitness of the location all added to the act and John knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on as long as he might otherwise have done -and he also realised that he wasn’t going to have to fight against his release until he knew Randy was on the edge. He could feel his lover’s tension ready to break, even if he hadn’t recognised the signs that Randy always gave. Instinct took over completely; he gave himself over to it and allowed his body and their bond to act in complete tandem. It seemed like only moments passed before they climaxed simultaneously, John crying out as loudly as he was able as his seed filled his lover, hearing Randy’s moans of his name as he coated them both with his release.
John half-collapsed on Randy, feeling as if he should be breathing heavily. As it was he did inhale, realising that he had about three seconds to move before he started to suffer from the cramped conditions. He shifted himself, grinning at Randy as the other shot him a wink and disentangled his legs. There was another complicated moment as they managed to free themselves of one another and sit up. John gave the seats a rueful look. “I suppose I’ll be cleaning out the car tomorrow.”
He had rather thought that Randy would have some comeback to that one but for once Randy didn’t seem about to be a smart arse and John could understand, he could feel Randy’s sense of wonder through their bond and he was feeling it in his own right even without his lover’s input into his emotions.
“That was-“ Randy met John’s eyes and gave an almost shy smile. “Did you feel that?”
John needed no clarification as to that, they had made love a thousand times and it wasn’t their first time in the car but it was the first time since they had established their bond and it had been a whole different experience. They had always been good together, in sync physically, but the bond had added a new layer to their understanding. He nodded slowly. “I knew everything. What you needed, how you were feeling…”
“Me too.” Randy glanced away a moment. “You ever feel that before?”
John put a hand to Randy’s cheek, coaxing the other into looking at him. “Never,” he said seriously - it was rare for Randy to want any kind of reassurance but it happened and the new level had no doubt awoken that need in him, or at least the ability to express it. “It’s because of the bonding - and I could only ever bond with you.”
Randy gave a little smile that seemed almost tired and another time John might have been tempted to tease. As it was, he merely pulled Randy into an embrace and the two of them stayed that way for a while, Randy’s head against John’s chest and John’s cheek on Randy’s head.
They might have remained that way longer but after a while unease started to trickle through John. He started to think about the night before, how they had probably been foolish to be out here doing this when Dave was on the prowl in the area. He had needed it, needed to show Randy that he loved him and was grateful for the understanding, had wanted to show that Dave had no hold over his life he supposed. But Dave still did as long as he was trying to put a hurt on John and although the clan was safe in the manor (he hoped, he didn’t think the younger ones would leave but he wasn’t at all sure he’d put it past Hunter or Shawn to go hunting for him), they were rather exposed. That feeling he’d had the night before they had bonded had returned, the feeling that there was some danger lurking nearby and that he had brought it upon them.
Randy had caught his unease it seemed because he raised his head and although there was concern in his eyes, he tipped John a wink. “You wanna get back? Before someone sends out a search party?”
“We’ve got phones if they need us,” said John, trying to be blasé in spite of his forebodings - it had taken him a long time but he was used to the clever little devices. Out of all the clan, the only ones who refused to use the phones for anything save emergencies were Hunter, Adam and surprisingly Cody, who should have been the one most at home with such things.
“We should get back regardless,” returned Randy, managing to pull on his jeans and waiting for John to follow suit before opening the back door, swinging his legs out and putting on his shoes while John did the same in the extra space within. “I should be making sure everything’s going okay,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he spoke. “Things with Cody and Ted are-“
And then he was gone.
John didn’t even pause, throwing himself out of the car on his own side and racing to the other side. It took him a moment to see what was happening in the shadows but he knew where to look for his lover without even having to consider it and when he saw what was happening, it was no stretch to work out the rest. As Randy had been talking, Dave had emerged from some hiding place and ran over faster than either of them had seen, grabbing Randy as he did and spiriting him some distance from John. It would take only a second for him to be at Randy’s side, but apparently Dave had hoped the surprise would give him valuable time.
It hadn’t quite worked like that. Randy had been on his guard even thought he hadn’t seen Dave’s approach and Dave hadn’t gotten him far at all. As John’s eyes adjusted he saw Randy dig his heels into the ground, the action deadening their momentum. He used the sudden stop combined with the forward motion to swing at Dave, a fist catching the behemoth directly in the face. There was a sudden surge of fury and John knew it hadn’t originated with him; Randy had just lost his grip on his temper and against someone like Dave, that would cost him. Dave could snap in a second but in situations such as these he seemed to keep a cold, sadistic calm.
Dave staggered back in the wake of the punch, recovered within a second and lunged for Randy. Randy held his ground, snarling as Dave tried to take him over. But Dave was as tall as Randy and outweighed him, the best that Randy could do was to shift as they fell so that he landed on top. He delivered another blow that would have caved in the skull of a normal human, followed quickly by another, the snarls coming from him sounding almost animalistic.
For a second John dared to hope that Randy had Dave’s number and then Dave grabbed Randy by the biceps and shoved. Randy flew through the air, the only thing saving him from going off the edge of the hill being a tree that cracked loudly as his full weight smashed against it. Before Dave could move in to attack again John barrelled into him, fangs bared out of pure instinct. His mate had been harmed and he didn’t even have to think about his next move, he merely acted. Dave hit the ground and rolled, rising to a crouch and staring back at John.
Unbelievably, he smiled. “Johnny, that’s no way to behave.”
“You’ve no business here Dave, so why don’t you crawl away from here and leave me be?” John forced himself to remain calm in spite of Randy’s rage boiling through his veins. “What the hell are you hoping to achieve here? Why not just forget about it and leave me to get on with things? You can go about whatever fucking depraved things you want without me getting in the way.”
“You were never in the way…” Dave smirked. “You remember the first time I took you out to feed? The look on your face when I ripped off that girls arm… it just made the blood taste better. Everything tastes better with you John.” The lewd intent was evident and John shuddered slightly, refusing to let memories overtake him this time. From behind him there was a snarl and Dave turned his attention to Randy without a qualm, straightening up and brushing almost daintily at his clothes.
“Your boy screams like a bitch Johnny,” he said with something close to real cheer. “Did you ever tell him how often I made you scream like that? How many years you were my bitch and you screamed for me…”
There was no warning but John had known it was coming; Randy flew at Dave with murder in his heart. There was no time to even open his mouth to warn against it and it was obvious that Dave had been expecting it as well. As Randy went for him too fast for human eyes to see, Dave took a step to one side, grabbed Randy’s arm as he tried to correct himself and wrenched it up his back. John couldn’t help the cry that escaped him, his mate injured and the tell-tale pain shooting through his own shoulder. He himself had no injuries but the pain he felt second-hand told him that Randy’s shoulder was dislocated at least. He just had to hope it was nothing worse - and there wasn’t time to be concerned over it. Dave shoved against Randy’s arm in a swift movement, knocking the other to the floor and John was at his side before Randy could get up again. And Randy would get up again. Harming Randy just seemed to invite him to fight back harder. His arms went around the other, but his eyes never left Dave.
Dave however seemed disinclined to make another move, merely staring John down for long moments before turning his attention to Randy. “You took what’s mine,” he said, no trace of false joviality remaining in his tone. “I take him back. Or else your children will suffer a hundred times more than you have tonight. I’ll make it slow, I’ll make it hurt and I’ll make it last. I’ll take your pet and make him my child, enslave him to only me. And then I’ll come for you and make you beg me to let the sun take you. Give me back what’s mine.”
Randy growled. “Go to hell.”
Dave inclined his head as if he had been expecting this. “You’ll change your mind,” he said. “You can’t stop me. Think it over and I’ll come back for John-“ He smiled. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
He moved and John tensed, ready to protect his mate no matter how much he had been indoctrinated to bend before this monster - but Dave merely leapt over the side of the hill. For a moment John found himself hoping that Dave would break both his ankles on the fall but he knew that wouldn’t happen, and if he tried to give chase he would have no chance… unless Dave wanted to be found. And in that case it wasn’t likely to turn out well for him.
And his mate had been injured.
His attention went back to Randy. “Get in the car, we’ve gotta get you back to the manor-“
Randy continued to growl in the back of his throat and John realised that between fury and pain, Randy wasn’t listening to him. “Randy! Baby, listen to me!”
Randy glanced at him but John wasn’t at all sure he was getting through - Randy had never been mister reasonable even when he was alive and with his vampire instincts to contend with he wasn’t likely to want to just go home and lick his wounds. It was a matter of pride and John had to appeal to something else to get the man to do what was right.
“We’ve lost him,” he said, trying to be calm but allowing some of his urgency to shine through. “And he threatened the clan. We need to get back.”
With clear effort, Randy got himself under control and nodded. “Cody’s car-“
“To hell with Cody’s car! Ted can come and get it when the sun rises-“
“Ted doesn’t leave the manor,” said Randy and it was clearly an order; the threats Dave had made had clearly gotten through to him. Perhaps it was just as well because Randy seemed to be thinking with his brain rather than his need to maim. “I’ll take the car back. I can do it with one hand.”
“I don’t know if that’s wise.”
“I’m not leaving it here.” Randy headed back toward the car, brow furrowed. “I want you to call the manor and keep them on the phone ‘til we get back. You hear something strange, flash the lights at me.”
“You can’t drive when-“
“It’s an automatic and it’s healing already.” There was clearly going to be no argument and John couldn’t help wondering if there was some pride involved there too; Randy probably didn’t want to admit to being injured enough to have to be taken home, not to his clan when he had a duty to protect them. John felt a moments guilt and resolutely pushed it away. It was not the time. When they were back at the manor, when they were safe, then he could feel guilt.
And maybe this latest episode would persuade his own sire that they had to act, now.