SMP: Trick or Treat, NC-17

Oct 31, 2007 13:52

Since I only have ONE MORE PART OF A QUESTION to go before my final mid-term is done, I'm taking a break in order to put my Halloween story up. It deserves that NC-17 warning.



Most vampires avoided Halloween like it was a Van Helsing. That was the second thing Ron had learned from his Uncle. The first thing he'd learned was that you never, ever announce your intention to attack. It only tipped off what you were attacking when you started screaming war cries.

The reason vampires avoided Halloween was because it had become so very clichéd. There were kids running around looking like miniature monsters while their parents - who really should know better - squeezed themselves into the tightest, most revealing outfits they possibly could in order to look trampy and drink booze. Vampires were all about dignity and refinement. Or at least the older ones were, while the younger ones were desperately trying to pretend to be. It was no wonder that the blood sucking undead decided to lay low on October 31st, and that meant that Ron didn't have to learn the family craft on Halloween.

It just figured that Joseph Karstein would be the exception to that rule.

Ron had been looking forward to a vacation. No such luck. Wherever Karstein lurked, Ron made sure he wasn't far behind. His Uncle didn't believe that the man was a vampire, but Ron knew. All he had to do was prove it.

The vampire in question was currently walking down the street, hands in the pockets of his too tight jeans, whistling to himself. Whistling. Like the cocky bastard didn't have a care in the world. Ron wasn't far behind, slowly moving from one shadow to another. His hand was wrapped around the bottle of holy water he kept in his pocket. He'd never felt it necessary to use against Karstein, but he kept in on him anyway.Just in case.

It wasn't a surprise when Karstein paused under a street lamp. The night was dark: the moon a fingernail sliver against the black sky that was periodically hidden by clouds. Even creatures of the night had trouble seeing on night like this. Ron was surprised, though, when the vampire addressed him.

"Ah. Mr. Freedman. Somehow I am not surprised to see you around tonight."

"Mr. Karstein," Ron replied. He walked until he was standing in the same pool of street light that Karstein was. There was no point in trying to sneak up on a vampire once they'd spotted you.

At times like this, when Ron was within a few feet of Karstein, he could understand why his Uncle and everyone else doubted his claims. Joseph Karstein didn't look anything like a typical vampire. His hair was just short of shoulder length and artfully messy in a way that said he'd put down several hundred dollars in front of a hair stylist to achieve that look. It was naturally - as if anything about a vampire was natural - black, though Karstein had had red brown highlights added to it.

His skin was pale, almost ivory, but that didn't mean anything to anyone. Goth had become very, very popular lately. Tanning was out and pale was in. Given the way his hair looked, anyone could be excused for thinking Karstein was just another young, male that may or may not be a model. He certainly was thin enough.

Karstein wore trendy cloths: artfully distressed jeans, silver chains instead of belts, crisp white shirt, and a dark coat that fell just above the back of his knees. All very modern. All very much against what a vampire would wear. Even the younger ones wouldn't be caught dead, ha ha ha, in something so trendy.

It was the eyes that had first clued Ron in that Karstein was more than he seemed to be. They were pale brown, golden, and looked at Ron like he was what was next on the menu. Ron had felt that look since he'd met Karstein five years ago. It had sent shivers down his spine.

Only something that was on the hunt gave him a look like that.

"Still trying to make people believe your little theory?" Karstein asked. His expression was more smirk than smile.

"You and I both know what you are." It had taken him a full year, but Ron had figured it out. It was subtle. Very subtle. But the hints were there if you were looking for them.

"Male?"

Smart ass. "You are a vampire. I know it and one day, I'll prove it to everyone."

"Really?" Karstein leaned against the light pole while crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Ron. "Funnily enough, your Uncle doesn't believe I'm a vampire. I think the world's leading expert on vampires would know a vampire when he saw one."

It was like rubbing salt into an open wound. Ron gritted his teeth and glared. Karstein looked unimpressed. If Ron didn't know that it would be a bad idea, he would just haul off and punch the vampire. "I will convince my Uncle of what you are. Then I will tell the world. Then there will be no place you can hide that people won't know who and what you are."

"Me? Become famous?" Karstein dipped his head until his lashes threw dark shadows across his cheek bones. It was the look a predator gave its prey. "I can only hope."

Despite the fact that they were in public and Karstein would never attack him in public, Ron shivered. His fingers automatically rubbed against the wax seal on the bottle in his pocket. A cold wind blew several dry leaves across the concrete. They sounded like dry bones rubbing together. Ron knew he shouldn't meet Karstein's gaze, but he couldn't help it. It was like a compulsion. Like drowning. Like being rolled under a vampire's power.

Two pirates, a shockingly pink ballerina, a ghost, and a Power Ranger ran between them laughing. It pretty much broke the mood.

"I love this time of year. It's always so very peaceful," Karstein said dryly. He stepped away from the street light and moved back into the darkness, becoming one with the shadows. "I think I have had enough for one night."

Vampires could move disturbingly fast when they wanted to, but Karstein never seemed to want to. He never got much above a saunter, and the vampire used a disturbing amount of hip when he walked. Ron did his best not to notice.

As they walked trick-or-treaters became less frequent. So did the street lights. If he didn't know better, Ron would have sworn they were heading out of the city. Instead they were heading downtown: to the parts only inhabited during the day and all but abandoned to the night. It made him nervous. Karstein wouldn't dare try anything in public, but this was swiftly becoming not public.

When Karstein turned down a narrow alley, Ron finally balked. There was stubborn and then there was stupid. Ron tried his best not to fall into the latter category.

"Coming?" Karstein asked. Amusement laced his voice like cyanide.

"No." Ron's hand was still wrapped around the holy water, still in the pockets of his black slacks. He always wore black slacks because they hid stains better than anything else. That was a plus in his line of work. "Do I look like a helpless victim to you?"

The way Karstein looked him up and down said that yes, Ron did indeed look like a victim. It made him defensive. He was not going to go down that alley.

"I thought you wanted to prove that I was a vampire?"

"I want to be alive and prove you’re a vampire. I don't see how walking down a very dark, very private alley is going to achieve that." Ron folded his arms across his chest. "I'm not going."

"Your Uncle would do anything to bring down a vampire," Karstein said.

"I disagree. My Uncle wouldn't be stupid enough to follow you down a back alley." Even with holy water in his pocket.

The only reason Ron knew that that got a smile from Karstein was because the headlight from a turning car glinted off his teeth. Long teeth. Teeth that looked very much like fangs.

"And they say that the young are adventurous." Karstein turned around. "Fine, fine. You may stand at the mouth of the alley and wonder what I am doing. Perhaps it is better that way. This way I don't have to try and hide anything. You will never see."

"I know what you're trying to do," Ron called after Karstein's retreating backside. The vampire didn't seem to notice or care. He muttered under his breath, "It's not going to work."

Another car turned down the street, throwing everything into sharp relief. Ron began tapping his foot. Somewhere a dog barked and then was abruptly silenced. The wailing of a siren grew loud and then faded into the distance. Minutes crawled by. Expectation grew heavy.

"Fuck." Curiosity would be the death of him. Ron started down the alleyway.

Every alley in existence had to have the exact same three metal trashcans in it. Never mind that the city had gone to plastic cans over three years ago. Three metal trashcans still called the alley home. A bricked over window, a rusting door, and a bare, flickering light bulb all added to the atmosphere.

Where the heck had Karstein gone? Ron reached the end of the alley - a brick wall behind a single dumpster - and still hadn't spotted the vampire. There was no where for him to really hide either unless he was in the dumpster. Which he wouldn't be. Right?

Even though he couldn't imagine Karstein getting his fashionable clothes dirty, Ron slowly lifted the lid. The light flickered and then held steady. The dumpster was empty except for a few garbage bags. It smelled sour and rottenly sweet. Ron wrinkled his nose.

A breath of air against his ear was all the warning Ron got. "Boo."

Ron jerked himself forward, and his hand back. The lid for the dumpster slammed down. The noise echoed drunkenly off of the bare brick walls. Ron's pulse hammered in his ears and it was hard for him to get his breath.

Karstein, the bastard, was laughing.

"You asshole!" Ron whirled around to glare. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"That's what happens when you go wandering down dark alleyways. Things sneak up on you," Karstein said. He didn't look the least bit repentant. It was at that moment that Ron realized he was cornered. Karstein was between him and his only route of escape. Ron began to edge away, making his way around towards the entrance to the alley so that he could make a run for it. Coming down here had been a bad idea. "Were you looking for something specific in that dumpster?"

"I was looking for you." Ron had his back towards the brick wall. Just a few more feet and he'd be home free.

He never got the chance. Suddenly, Karstein was moving. One second he was near the dumpster and the next he was pushing Ron until his back hit the wall. Ron could feel the roughness of the bricks even through his leather jacket. Karstein loomed in front of him and had his hands fisted in the front of his T-shirt. The vampire was smiling.

"Trick or treat?"

"You have got to..." Ron didn't get to finish his sentence. Karstein shook him, pressing him harder against the wall. His feet almost didn't touch the ground. The flickering light died. He could still see Karstein's eyes, glowing faintly yellow in the darkness. There was no way that he could get to the holy water without tipping the vampire off.

"Trick or treat?"

"Treat?"

The light flickered back to life. Ron half wished it hadn't. The look Karstein was giving him wasn't reassuring in the least. "Good choice."

Then the vampire was kissing him.

Karstein was kissing him.

For about five seconds the kiss was weirdly close mouthed and chase. Then Karstein's tongue was forcing its way into his mouth, hot and wet and dominating. Ron realized that he really, really should be fighting this. And he was going to any second now. Any second. Really.
Ron felt it when Karstein took his bottom lip in his teeth, worrying in gently. Then he realized he could feel the vampire's fangs. That was just unfair. Undeniable proof that the guy was indeed a vampire and he still wouldn't be able to prove it to anyone. It pissed him off. He kissed Karstein back, hard, just to show him how angry he was.

He really didn't know if that was the wrong or the right thing to do. Wrong because Karstein seemed to take it as some sort of acquiescence. Hands came up to card through his hard, to cradle the back of his head. The kiss gentled, teasing instead of demanding. This was wrong. So wrong.

And right because, oh god, this felt right.

It was hard to think when Karstein was licking his ear, tongue pressing against the metal hoop he wore in it. The vampire worried it between his teeth. It didn't hurt, but the pressure held the potential of hurt. Anticipation pooled low in his belly.

Part of his wanted to tilt his head back, but Ron knew that would be bad. Really bad. Baring his throat would be the equivalent of offering up an all you can eat buffet. It wasn't a good idea. That didn't stop his instincts from urging him to do just that: baring his through so he could feel Karstein bite at it.

His breath was slightly ragged as he dug his fingers into the vampire's hair and brought those lips back to his. Ron could feel his heart pounding the blood through his veins. Karstein's tongue was dueling with his own and it was good.

Intellectually, Ron knew he was safer with Karstein's mouth on his own. It didn't feel that way though. Kissing Karstein felt dangerous. Hell, what the man could do with his mouth was dangerous. Ron touched the vampire's teeth with his tongue, careful not to cut himself.

Flirting with danger.

It was totally not his fault that he didn't notice that Karstein was pulling his shirt out of his pants until long fingers skittered against his ribs. Skin against skin. Ron groaned, tearing his lips away, and leaning his head back until the brick wall stopped him.

Mistake. Ron knew he had made one as soon as he felt the vampire's lips against his throat. He tensed. This was going to hurt. Karstein was going to dig his teeth into his throat and there was absolutely no way this wasn't going to hurt.

Much to his surprise, Karstein didn't bite him. Instead the vampire nuzzled his skin as his fingers traced arcane patterns on his back and sides. It gave him time to breathe, time to think, and Ron wondered what exactly he was doing. Well, other than making out with a vampire in a dark alleyway. Is this really what he wanted?

Then Karstein's knee pushed his legs apart, allowing him to rub himself against the vampire's leg. It was like touching a live wire. Ron pretty much decided that the answer to his earlier question was yes. This was exactly what he wanted.

Ron didn't even think about what he was doing when he spread his legs wider. Karstein pushed forward, and his hips were trapped between the vampire's hips and the wall. Not that Ron minded. It gave him something to grind against. He closed his eyes.

Karstein's tongue was wet and slick as he traced a line up Ron's throat. The vampire's hands had settled on his hips, pushing down his pants so that his thumbs could trace against his hip bones. He didn't notice when one hand left the vicinity of his hips. Ron was kind of distracted at that point.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down was startlingly loud in the alley. Ron's eyes blinked open, and his forehead furrowed. He could see the night sky - black because the city's lights drowned out the stars - above him. Had Karstein just unzipped his own pants? When the vampire's hand slid into his underwear, pulling him out to the cool night air, Ron spoke for the first time. "Fuck, that's good." He didn't need to see Karstein's smile. He could just feel the sudden increase is smugness in the area.

This really should be more nerve wracking. Karstein was giving him a handjob in a not private enough alleyway. Anyone could walk by, look down here, and see what they were doing. Somehow the sense of danger only added to Ron's excitement.

It helped that Karstein was really, really good at giving hand jobs. Ron's eyes were back to being closed as the vampire's long fingers wrapped around him and slid from base to tip. Karstein had gone back to worrying his ear and now was once again nuzzling his neck.

Lulled into a false sense of security, Ron wasn't prepared when Karstein bit him.

It hurt. Pain blossomed and Ron whimpered. He could feel Karstein's fangs as they pressed into the side of his neck, rasping against nerves. Ron dug his fingers into Karstein's shoulders, fingernails biting even through the vampire's jacket. Karstein hissed.

Then the vampire rolled his thumb against the head of Ron's cock. With that motion, all the pain transformed into white hot heat. Ron realized he was making all sorts of sounds deep in the back of his throat. He didn't seem to be able to stop. All he could think about, all he could feel, was Karstein's hand as it moved against too sensitive skin.

Ron closed his eyes, but that somehow made it worse. Without sight all he could do was feel. One hand was still playing with his nipple. Karstein's other hand was rubbing the fluid leaking from his cock into his skin. He could still feel the vampire's teeth in the side of his neck.

Too much and not enough.

Suddenly, it was enough. Orgasm hit and hit hard. His vision went white for a split second. It was good, better than when he touched himself, and Ron half wished it would go on. The rest of him wished it would stop: too much of a good thing. Karstein made a pleased noise.

Ron tried to curl in on himself, embarrassed, found he couldn't, and settled for resting his head against Karstein's shoulder. He'd just come all over his pants and Karstein's hand. At least Karstein didn't seem to mind. The vampire was still drinking from him. It didn't rally hurt anymore, stung a little, and was more warm than anything.

Blood loss and his orgasm conspired to make Ron sleepy. He opened his eyes. It took a lot of effort to keep them open. His thoughts seemed to be way too sluggish. Was this how everyone felt after being bitten by a vampire? No wonder they didn't put a fight. It took too much energy.
Karstein's teeth came out of his neck and Ron made a noise. That hurt, but only a little. He could feel his blood as it trickled down his neck. Then Karstein was licking it up, tongue probing the bite wounds until they no longer stung. That was weird.

"Ron." The sound of his name was slightly distorted. It took him a split second to realize it was probably because of Karstein's fangs. Then he was looking into golden colored eyes, and that was a very, very bad idea.

Power rolled through him, rolled him under, and Ron's last thought was a very definite "oh shit." Then the world went black.

Joseph Karstein felt the moment when Ron rolled under his power. He went limp against him, all his muscles relaxing as Joseph held control of his mind. "Go to sleep, pretty one." Those grey-green eyes obediently slid close. Seconds later, Ron's breathing evened out into slumber.

Good. Ron didn't seem to be in too bad a shape. Which was good, because he'd fed a little bit more than he meant to. It had been way to long since Joseph had had human blood and Ron was just so... tasty. Maybe if he was good, the boy would let him have another taste.

Humming to himself, Joseph pulled his cell phone out of his pocket one handed and hit speed dial. Blaine answered on the second ring. It was so nice to have good help.

"Master?"

"I'm in the alley way on the west side of Keystone. You can't miss it. Just look for the three metal trashcans near the entrance. Do you have all the items I requested?"

"Of course. It wasn't hard given the time of the year," Blaine said. Joseph could hear the suffering in his voice.

"Excellent. I will see you soon."

The cell phone clicked as he closed it, and Joseph put it back in his pocket. Ron was still resting against him, a dead weight in his arms. Joseph smiled at his own mental joke as he carefully lowered Ron to the ground. He could feel his fangs slowly retreating even as another part of him remained hard.

"Ah pretty. If only you had returned the favor before you passed out." Joseph carefully brushed Ron's hair, as fine as silk, out of his face. "So quiet even in your pleasure. I will take making you scream as a challenge."

With that, Joseph set about straightening Ron's clothing so it wasn't too obvious what they had been doing. He'd long ago given up any sense of decorum or dignity, but Ron was still young. His ego would be easily bruised.

Once everything was put back where it should be - and really, it was just not fair that Ron looked like a porn star down there - and all incriminating fluids had been wiped with a handkerchief, Joseph took a few minutes to look his fill.

His senses were hyper aware from the infusion of blood. Even in the flickering light of the alleyway, he could see every perfection - every imperfection - on Ron's golden skin. He gently traced once cheekbone with his fingers. In his sleep, Ron moved his head into Joseph's touch.

If only he was so obedient docile while awake. Then again, Joseph wouldn't be interested in him if he was docile. He liked it when someone gave him a challenge.

Less than a minute later, Joseph heard footsteps at the mouth of the alley. His first instinct was to whirl around and hiss at the intruder, to bare his and protect what was his. Joseph made himself stay still. He hadn't lived this long solely by relying on his vampiric instincts.

"Master? Are you there?"

Of course it was Blaine. He should have known just from the pattern of his footsteps. So much human blood after so long a period of time made him jumpy.

"Yes. I'm over here," Joseph called once he was sure his voice would hold steady. It didn't take long for Blaine to appear from the darkness, bright orange bag in hand. Joseph grinned. "Is that everything? Let me see." Joseph made sure to make grabby motions, like a small child, just to see the look on Blaine's face.

"Master... must you go through with this idea?"

"Yes."

This was going to be fun.

They had stationed themselves up on the rooftop of a nearby building. Blaine was still making noises about was he sure this was a good idea and did he really have to do this, which Joseph was ignoring. Just like he ignored most of Blaine's protests.

Blaine had brought a pair of binoculars from the house. Joseph hadn't asked for them, probably didn't need them, but used them all the same. It made Blaine feel better when he thought he was being useful, and Joseph did not want him to feel underappreciated because underappreciated employees left. He hated having to train someone new.

The wind was still blowing clouds across the face of the moon. It had gotten colder and Joseph briefly worried if Ron would be okay. Being bit by a vampire left people weak and vulnerable. Should he have had Blaine bring a blanket?

He had almost decided on doing something when Ron stumbled to the mouth of the alley. Blood loss and being rolled made him slightly unsteady on his legs. That was to be expected. Joseph was just glad that Ron was on his feet.

Movement at the end of the street caught his eye. It looked like a couple walking home. Joseph did some mental calculations and figured it was about time for the bars to be shutting down. He smiled.

"Oh. Look. Unsuspecting victims. This is going to be better than I'd hoped for."

Just like Joseph knew he would, Ron immediately started yelling at the couple. Of course. He had irrefutable proof that Joseph was a vampire. The first thing he was going to do was show it to others.

"He's got their attention now. He's putting his hand against his neck and showing them blood. Blood! Blood that sparkles. I love how fake that looked. It's great you could find some with glitter in it," Joseph said. The couple was totally unconvinced by the neon red, sparkling blood. Ron was shouting at them.

"Here we go. Now he's going to show them the bite wound." Some vampires were too stingy with their power to heal the wounds their bite inflicted. Not Joseph. He made sure his victims carried away nothing from their encounters except a bit of anemia.

"Pointing it out to them. They're backing away. Hmm... I wonder why. Could it be your raving like a madman, Ron? Light's not so good. He's touching the 'wound' to get more blood to show them. Wait. What happened?"

Joseph cracked up. "The bite came off! Came off in his hand. Did you see the look on his face?" That had totally been worth it. Applying fake blood, make-up, and a costume bite wound to someone lying down was hard on the knees. Biting someone and then putting a fake bit wound on them had to be one of the best ideas he'd ever come up with. "I wish I'd had a camera."

"Master..."

"Karstein!" Even from this distance, Joseph could hear Ron calling his name. It had to be destiny.

"You know this is just going to make him stalk you even more," Blaine said.

Joseph grinned at him. "That's the whole point."

one-shot, original, vampire, halloween, yaoi, finished, snail_mail_porn

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