When Darkness Falls, Chapter 5
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Beta by mrstotten who deserves so much more than just thanks.
Chapter 4
Right cos you all complained about the cliffhanger...here's the next chapter. PORN! Sorry, got a littler over excited there.
The door handle slipped in his hand before he managed to pull the door open and slammed it behind him as Ethan let out a howl behind the door. By now the rest of the pack would be awake, woken by the noise and the internal knowledge that one of their own had turned. Justin could feel it himself, deep in his stomach like an ache, like he hadn’t eaten for days. He knew the rest of the pack would be restraining Ethan but he took no chances as he ran down the drive way onto the street.
His feet hit the sidewalk at the same time as he felt Ethan break free.
He could feel Ethan behind him, could almost hear the animal breath in his ear and Justin briefly wondered how many had been hurt when Ethan got out. A trash can at the end of the street clattered to the floor and Justin flattened himself to the wall, knowing it would do no good, Ethan could track him completely blinded, he was angry and he had Justin’s scent. Justin took a deep breath as he stepped out of the shadows, running as hard as he could down the road, his feet pounding on the tarmac.
There was a growl behind him, and it was close, too close and Justin risked a glance down the street as he turned a corner. Ethan stopped, crouched in the middle of the road, his breath clouding in front of him in the cold air. Justin ran, heard the scrabble of Ethan’s claws against the road as he took off after him.
He rounded another corner, heading straight first into a solid chest as arms came up to steady them both.
“Justin? What the hell?” Brian asked, his eyes worried. Justin could smell blood on him, the sharp metallic smell that made him almost shiver with revulsion and fear, but he couldn’t deny the way he felt slightly safer with Brian’s fingers clutching at him.
“Ethan,” was all he managed to get out before Ethan rounded the end of the alleyway.
“Well fuck Sunshine, how angry did you get him?” Brian asked, slightly amused. Justin stared up at him. Brian turned to look at him, his face close and Justin saw his eyes darken, his grip tightening slightly. Justin licked his lips and Brian’s eyes flickered down to watch.
“Do we really have time for this?” Justin asked, pulling out of Brian’s arms and watching Ethan pace at the end of the alley. Brian glanced at his watch in an exaggerated way.
“Yeah, we actually have all the time in the world,” Brian said, then laughed a little. “Well I do. You, not so much.” Even through the urgency he felt running through his body Justin felt slightly calmed by Brian’s lack of panic, by the fact he was paying Ethan little to no attention. He frowned though in confusion at Brian’s words.
“What?” Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Its the middle of the month,” he said, his voice pitched like he was talking to a child, “he didn’t have to turn because of the moon, because he had to, he turned because he’s angry, because you baited him into it. He’s fuelled by anger and you running is making it worse. So you face it.” He said, grasping Justin’s shoulders and turning him in Ethan’s direction. Ethan still paced, claws clacking against the tarmac, soft growls coming from him. “If you run and he catches you, which he will, he’ll rip you to shreds. If you just stop...he’ll stop. And eventually calm down. Hopefully.” Brian’s voice was soft in his ear, his breath warm against Justin’s skin and Justin found himself leaning back into him for a brief moment. “It’s the chase he desires.” He whispered, breathing in, his fingers tightening for an instant before he let go. Justin internally shook himself, anger at his lack of self control when it came to Brian.
“Wait...” He asked, still facing Ethan. “If I run he follows?” Brian came round from behind him to stand next to him, Justin stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on Ethan.
“Pretty much yeah,” Brian replied, crossing his arms. Justin looked at him then and Brian’s jaw muscles twitched.
“Would he have known that?” Justin asked and Brian cocked his head to the side, looking at Ethan as he moved slightly closer. Justin took a step back and Brian’s hand wrapped around his elbow, bought him closer.
“Probably,” Brian replied, letting go of Justin.
“He told me to run,” Justin said quietly. Ethan had told him to run, Ethan knew he would follow. The thought made Justin’s blood turn cold.
“You’ve certainly made an enemy,” Brian said, the slight amusement back in his voice. He patted Justin on the shoulder. “Good luck with that.” He took a step away from Justin and Justin wrapped his fingers around Brian’s wrist. Brian froze and Justin let him go.
“Where are you going?” He asked, gesturing at Ethan. Brian shrugged. The gesture looked almost too human on him, it didn’t suit him.
“Well Justin, you made it abundantly clear that you wanted nothing to do with me, and I hate him,” he said pointing at Ethan, “so, here, is not really somewhere I want to be.” Brian turned to leave again and Justin once again stopped him by wrapping his fingers around Brian’s hand. Brian’s fingers curled upwards, stroking over the back of Justin’s hand.
“Brian…” Justin’s voice was quiet, a hint of fear under his words as Brian turned and saw the way Justin’s eyes were fixed on Ethan. “I know what happened,” He said and Brian turned completely, faced him and pulled his hand away from Justin. “What really happened.” He said, tearing his eyes away from Ethan and looking at Brian, his eyes wide with fear and something else.
“Ah yes, that would have made him angry,” Brian replied, crossing his arms to stop himself from reaching out and touching Justin.
“Brian…I’m…” Brian held his hand up, he knew what was coming, knew exactly what word would fall from Justin’s lips and he wanted it to stop.
“You know what Sunshine? I don’t want to hear it,” He said. There was really no logical reason as to why he didn’t want to hear it. He had been angry that Justin had so easily believed Ethan, yet he was stopping the apology he had wanted to hear. Although in Brian’s dream the apology had been on bended knee, Justin’s skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight, the muscles in his back ripping with the effort of staying still. Brian’s hands in his hair, the gold strands between his fingers as Justin looked up at him with lust filled blue eyes.
“Fine. But you can’t just leave me here,” Justin said, bringing Brian out of his reverie. Brian raised an eyebrow at him.
“I can’t?” Brian asked stepping closer to Justin. He wound his fingers into the hair at the back of Justin’s neck and tipping his head back. “Thing is Sunshine, this is my city. I can do exactly as I please. And if I want to leave you here to deal with the fall out of your lovers tiff, then I will.”
“Brian please.” Justin said, the plea in his voice loud and clear and Brian dropped him suddenly and he stumbled. Ethan moved at the same time, nails scratching at the tarmac as he took Justin’s movement for a run.
“Run,” Brian said, pushing Justin behind him as Ethan advanced. “Go to the club. Mikey will look after you.”
“Brian, no…” Justin’s hand on his arm was shaking with fear and Brian pulling him close and kissed him quickly. Justin looked dazed when Brian pulled away but Brian pushed him gently again.
“Go. Now.” Justin took one last look at Ethan before he took off. Ethan launched himself down the alleyway and Brian readied himself for the fight.
~*~
Justin paused at the door of Babylon. The music had stopped, the crowd gone. It looked foreboding and Justin knew exactly what creatures lay inside. He swallowed hard, listened carefully to the noises of the street, his ears straining to hear any hint of Ethan. His stomach churned with worry for Brian as he pushed the door open.
A hand wrapped around his throat and pulled him inside, dark eyes and white fangs inches from his face.
“Mikey?” He gasped, fingers tugging at the strong grip around his throat. The grip relaxed slightly, a confused looked crossing across the almost childish face in front of him.
“And you are?” He asked and Justin tugged at his fingers again. Mikey let him go and Justin coughed, rubbing at his neck slightly. “You’re Justin.” Mikey said, and there was something under the observation, something angry. Justin swallowed as he nodded.
“Brian’s not here,” Mikey said.
“I know,” Justin said, his voice still a little hoarse. “He’s out…he’s out there.”
“I know,” Mikey said, crossing his arms. “Did you come here to tell me that because its old news.”
“No, he’s out there with Ethan,” Justin said and Mikey uncrossed his arms and tangled his fingers into Justin’s t-shirt, bringing him closer.
“What do you mean?” Justin could hear the worry in Mikey’s voice, and it echoed his own. But Justin knew there was something else, something deeper than his own fear for Brian.
“He’s fighting Ethan. Ethan turned and Brian was there and...” He said and Mikey growled, his fangs sliding out as his bought Justin an inch closer.
“What the hell did you get him into?” Mikey asked and Justin fought the urge to shut his eyes against the intense stare from Mikey. He blinked, took a deep breath.
“I didn’t mean to. He was there. He told me to come here,” He said and Mikey shook him slightly. Mikey may have looked small, his face full of boyish charm, but Justin knew he was just as dangerous as Brian, if not more. Because it was Brian that kept the rest of the vampires under control in this city. Brian may have been incredibly powerful but there were still things out in the night that would have killed Justin without a second thought and the hungry look on Mikey’s face was making Justin think that perhaps he was one of them.
“Do you have any idea of the history between those two?” Mikey asked.
“Yes,” Justin could feel his own anger building in his veins and he struggled against Mikey’s grip.
“Do you really?” Mikey asked.
“Yes,” Justin said, “I do. And I’m not Ethan. I’m not Dale either. So could you let me go?”
“Why should I?” Mikey raised an eyebrow, looking so much like Brian that Justin wanted to laugh. It was almost like seeing a child imitating its parent. Justin guessed it was actually exactly like that. And not for the first time, he wondered about the bond between Sire and Childe.
“Because he told me to come here,” Justin said gathering strength. He could feel anger coiling in his belly, could feel the hairs on his arm stand up. He wrapped his fingers around Mikey’s grip.
“I could claim you never showed,” Mikey replied, grinning maliciously.
“He would smell me,” Mikey glared. Justin gathered enough strength to push him away, anger melting almost instantly as Mikey raised an eyebrow at him, looking surprised and impressed at Justin’s display of strength. Justin took a deep breath to calm himself, his body tingling.
“You’re not good for him,” Mikey said, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, I know. And if I hurt him you’ll kill me?” Justin replied, sarcastically. Mikey took a step forward.
“It’s not a game Justin,” he said and Justin straightened to his full height.
“I’m not playing a game Mikey,” he replied. Mikey nodded, took a step back and gestured up the stairs.
“Second door on the right. Go wait there, where I can’t see you.
~*~
“Is he here?” Brian asked as he came through the doors of Babylon. The club was blissfully empty. Remnants of the nights debauchery littered the floor; broken bottles, spilt alcohol and cum stuck to Brian’s shoes as he stumbled through the door. Mikey caught him as he fell and helped him stand.
“Jesus Brian, are you ok?” He asked, pressing his hands to the claw marks on Brian’s arm. Brian shrugged him off, swayed slightly on his feet.
“Is he here Mikey?” Mikey took a step back, his face the picture of worry and disapproval.
“Yes he’s here,” he said as he crossed his arms. Brian clutched his fingers around his arm, stemming the flow of blood, the four gashes throbbing. “What the fuck are you doing Brian?” Mikey said. Brian moved fast, closing his fingers around Mikey’s throat. Mikey’s eyes went wide and his scrabbled at Brian’s grip.
“None of your fucking business,” Brian hissed and Mikey nodded as Brian let him go. He glared at Brian. Brian ignored him at the clutched at the stair rail.
“It is my business when Ben gets involved,” Mikey said and Brian stopped, looked back towards Mikey.
“What?”
“Yeah, Roman wanted Ben to get rid of Justin. Said he was a distraction to you and your duties as his Childe,” Mikey replied and Brian felt his knees give way, He sat down heavily on the metal stairs and Mikey was at his side in an instant.
“Fuck. Is he…” Brian began, lifting his eyes to Mikey’s. Mikey sat down next to him, wound his fingers into the hair at the back of Brian’s neck.
“He’s stalling,” he said and Brian let himself lean into Mikey’s touch. “But he’s not wrong Brian,” Mikey stopped when Brian snarled at him. He sighed heavily making his feelings known in the only way Mikey could. “You need to get Justin to leave. He won’t be safe in the Pitts, none of us will if you continue this.”
“I know,” replied Brian. Mikey patted his shoulder gently as he stood.
“He’s in your office.” He said quietly as he walked away, nodding his head in the direction of his office. Brian sighed, stood on shaky legs. The fight with Ethan had left him weak, his arm throbbing, even though he could feel his skin healing itself already. He needed blood though. His hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the door handle and pushed it open.
“Brian,” Justin breathed, relief sounding loud and clear in his voice as he stood and caught sight of Brian. “Fuck, are you ok?” He asked as he came to Brian, hands hovering inches away from him as if he was scared to touch him. Brian looked at him, his head swimming with the need for blood. Justin took a step back as reading Brian’s need in the way his jaw clenched and his gaze flickered to Justin’s throat.
“Is Ethan…”
“He’ll live,” Brian replied, pushing himself away from the door. “More’s the pity.”
“Will you?” Justin asked as Brian poured himself a whiskey, hands shaking. He turned to face Justin. He looked worried and scared and Brian wanted to pull him close and loose himself in the feel of Justin’s skin against his own.
“I wasn’t living before Justin,” he said. Brian said it to shock, to make Justin realise that Brian wasn’t someone to bank on. Wasn’t someone to put his trust in. He wanted Justin, God he wanted him, wanted to fuck him, to taste him, to feel him inside. But he could feel something else under the want, something that almost terrified him and he had no idea why this wide eyed kid invoked such emotions in him. He never would have gotten involved in a fight between two werewolves before Justin came into his life.
“You know what I mean,” Justin said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Brian narrowed his eyes.
“I’d go sort it out with Ethan tomorrow if I were you, he was not a happy puppy,” Brian said looking away. He couldn’t look at Justin for too long in the eyes, he felt like Justin was the one with the power, felt like Justin was drawing him in. Justin took a step closer to him.
“I’m sorry Brian,” he said.
“For what?”
“For believing him,” Justin took another step closer and the glass in Brian’s hand shattered in his grip. Glass tumbled to the floor, scattered across the carpet and Justin jumped slightly, but kept coming closer, glass crunching under his feet.
“You had every right to believe him. You don’t know me, or what I’m capable of. You have no idea,” Brian said, eyes dark as he looked at Justin’s neck. Brian could feel Justin’s pulse beating fast, sped up with lust, fear and adrenaline. He swallowed and Brian licked at his lips.
“No, you’re right I don’t. But I should have given you the benefit of the doubt….Brian.”
“Let’s not ok. Just…stop.”
“Did you love him? Dale, I mean.”
“Justin…” Brian pleaded, not sure what he was pleading for. For Justin to stop talking, to stop moving closer, to let Brian feed from him, for Justin to come closer. His fingers tightened around Justin’s arms.
“Did you?” Justin asked again, pressing himself forward, hands holding onto Brian’s elbows, his own fingers digging into Brian’s skin.
“No,” he said and there was a flood of relief on Justin’s face briefly. Brian let him come a little closer, he could feel the heat from Justin’s body radiating out through his clothes, his skin hot under his hands, burning the palms that were so used to touching his own cold skin. “But he didn’t deserve…”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Justin interrupted like he knew what Brian was thinking and the thought scared him again. He wasn’t meant to be feeling this much need for Justin, Justin wasn’t meant to be able to read Brian’s thoughts, or be able to withstand his powers of persuasion. It had taken a lot of Brian’s strength to get Justin to kiss him the other day and Brian couldn’t understand why. Justin was too close and Brian needed blood, it was too much, he needed Justin to move back. He pushed gently on Justin’s arms but Justin stayed close, his eyes searching Brian’s face. “Do you need to drink?” He asked and Brian closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of Justin’s exposed throat, his pulse thudding strongly under his skin.
“Brian, look at me,” Justin’s voice was a whisper, harsh in Brian’s ears and he tightened his grip again, a sick thrill running up his spine at the thought of running his tongue over the bruises he knew would be there tomorrow. Bruises he had made on Justin’s skin like a brand for everyone to see. The sudden rush of possessiveness made him growl low in his throat.
“No,” he couldn’t, couldn’t look at Justin anymore without wanting to sink he teeth into Justin’s neck, wrap his fingers around Justin’s cock at the same time, make Justin feel what it was like, what he had hinted at in the alleyway the second time they had met, the immeasurable pleasure with an edge of pain.
“Brian…please.” It was the “please” that did it, broken and pleading. Brian opened his eyes. Justin was closer, his face inches from Brian’s and Brian cursed the kids ability to cloud his mind that he had gotten closer without him feeling it.
“Do it,” Justin said, leaning his head to one side slightly, his hands around Brian’s elbows shaking slightly. Brian froze.
“You don’t know what you’re asking Sunshine…I might…I might not stop,” Brian said, leaning his forehead against Justin’s. He could feel Justin shaking under him and he knew he was shaking as well with the effort of staying still and fighting the urge to sink his fangs into Justin’s neck.
“I trust you,” Justin said and Brian closed the gap between them, his resolve breaking as he kissed him hard. Justin surged up to meet it with a slight moan, pressing himself close to Brian. Brian could feel his heart beating through his chest, like a bird beating its wings against the wires of a cage.
“You shouldn’t,” he whispered. He licked his dry lips, tasted Justin on them. Justin moved closer, pressing his thigh to Brian’s crotch and Brian groaned, felt his fangs slide out. His vision was beginning to go red around the edges, his ears buzzing, the need for blood fuelling him as he lowered his head to Justin’s shoulder, breathed in the scent of his blood.
“I know,” Justin admitted and he shuddered when Brian licked at his skin. “But for some reason I do. No one makes me feel like this Brian.” He said, pressing his hips to Brian’s. Brian could feel his hard cock against his own and his hands twitched around Justin’s arms. “I don’t know why you, it makes no sense but…Christ…” His lust filled ramblings trailed off as Brian arched his hips into Justin’s.
“Justin,” Brian groaned, one hand dropping from Justin’s arm to wind around his waist, bringing their bodies flush against each other.
“Brian you need to,” Justin said, his lips hovering over Brian’s. Brian leant back far enough to look down at him. Justin’s eyes were dark with lust but Brian knew his own were darker. Justin blinked slowly up at him.
“I’ll be able to control you, Justin,” Brian said, letting go of Justin’s arm and running a hand through his hair. Justin arched into it, a contented moan of pleasure escaping his throat. “Come into your dreams,” he said, pulling Justin close again, “you’ll be mine.” Brian said the words right into Justin’s mouth and Justin swallowed them down, stood on tiptoes, his fingers tangled in the back of Brian’s shirt, pulling him close and keeping himself steady.
“I already am,” he whispered and Brian groaned as he kissed him. Justin’s hands found their way under Brian’s shirt, pressed hot palms to Brian’s skin as Brian licked into his mouth. Justin tasted like the salvation Brian had been searching for years for, the home he’d never had, the life he yearned for and he pulled him tighter to him. Justin pulled back, breathed heavily against Brian’s mouth.
“Do it,” he whispered and Brian swallowed hard. “Do it Brian.” He said again, urgently, pleadingly and Brian lowered his head to his neck, pressed his fangs to Justin’s skin. Justin stiffened and Brian ran his fingers down his spine soothingly, working over the bumps of bone, feeling old scars under his fingers. He pierced Justin’s skin as Justin gasped loudly in his ear, his short fingernails digging into Brian’s back. Justin’s hand lifted to Brian’s hair just before everything else faded out. Everything other than the taste of Justin on his tongue, the feel of Justin’s fingers tangled in his hair, and the strength he felt renewing in his veins as Justin’s blood slid down his throat, the sound of Justin’s heart beating loud in his ear.
“Brian.” There was a hint pf pain in Justin’s voice, a slight edge of panic and Brian gathered all the self control he’d ever had and dragged his mouth away from Justin’s neck. Justin stumbled slightly but Brian’s hold on him kept him on his feet. Brian stared at the two puncture marks on Justin’s skin, pressed his fingers to them and heard Justin gasp, his fingers in Brian’s hair tighten slightly, tugging and Brian looked at him. His eyes were heavy, pupils blown wide. “Fuck,” he whispered, chest heaving and Brian was suddenly worried about the paleness of his skin, the slight sheen of sweat across his forehead.
“Are you ok Sunshine?” He asked, pulling him close and running his fingers across his face. Justin closed his eyes, leant his head against Brian’s chest and muttered something. Brian hooked his fingers under his chin and lifted his head, ran his thumb across Justin’s cheekbone.
“Fuck me,” Justin breathed, his eyes still closed and his hips twitched helplessly against Brian’s thigh. “Brian, please…God.” Brian stopped the words with his mouth, pulling Justin up sharply as he kissed him hard. His blood singing as Justin’s blood ran through his veins, his whole body alive as Justin kissed him back.
Brian pulled them down to the floor, the wood of the office floor hard under his knees. His legs tangled with Justin’s as he pushed him back against the floor. Justin let out a small laugh as Brian growled in frustration, but the laugh died in his throat as Brian got his hand down his pants and wrapped his fingers around his cock. It turned into a moan, vibrating up his body as Brian twisted his hand.
“God Brian,” Justin whispered, wrapping a leg around Brian. “Please.” Brian pulled away, tugged Justin’s pants down his thighs, the rough denim rasping over his skin as Brian dragged his fingernails over skin as well, leaning down to sooth the skin with his tongue. Justin hissed, arched his hips again. He reached for Brian, hands shaking as he pulled him up and Brian closed his eyes as Justin’s knuckles pressed into his skin, his fingers fumbling with Brian’s button. Justin’s hands worked inside, skimmed over Brian’s cock and he gasped, covered Justin’s body with his own again, his cock hard against Justin’s. Justin groaned, his back arching as Brian moved into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The friction caused by those sharp movements of Justin’s hips nearly pushed Brian over the edge then and there. He pulled himself back, steadying his body and trying to pull himself together, he noises Justin was making under him not helping the steadily growing need for release.
“Justin,” Justin stopped, eyes confused and heavy as he looked up at Brian. Brian kissed him, ground his hips down once before he pulled away. Justin whimpered and Brian ran a hand through his hair. “Easy Sunshine,” Brian stood on slightly shaking legs, looked down at Justin. There was a thin sheen of sweat over his body, skin shining, fine gold hairs highlighted and it made him look almost ethereal, out of place in this world. Brian groaned quietly as he walked over to the desk, pulled out a condom and lube from the top drawer and knelt over Justin again. He ran his hands up Justin’s chest and Justin pulled his lower lip between his teeth. Brian leant down, kissed him, pulling the plump flesh between his own lips, worrying it slightly between his teeth. Justin whimpered, the noise making Brian’s hips twitch, pushing down to Justin’s, their cocks sliding together. Brian kissed along Justin’s jawline, licked over the bite mark and Justin gasped, his fingers gripping at Brian’s hair as Brian tasted blood and Justin.
Brian pulled away long enough to roll the condom on, pour lube in his fingers and press one into Justin’s body. Justin’s eyes slid closed, a bitten off curse spilling from his lips as Brian added another finger. Justin was tight, burning hot inside and Brian leaned down again, kissed him hard, swallowing Justin’s gasp as Brian added a third finger.
“Fuck Brian,” Justin whispered, the words breathed out like a prayer, his eyes fixed on Brian’s. He was looking at Brian like he was something good, something worth trusting, something worth loving and Brian needed to look away. Dale had looked at him like that before. Brian pressed his forehead to Justin’s neck, breathed in the scent of his blood as he twisted his fingers.
Justin ran his fingers through Brian’s hair, pulled him up far enough to kiss him, awkwardly and desperate, a quiet whimper bleeding into Brian’s mouth as Brian twisted his fingers once more. Brian pulled them out, Justin choked on a sob as Brian smirked gently, lifted Justin’s legs over his shoulder and pushed his cock into the tight heat he’s been fantasising about since Justin had walked into his club. It was like the first kill Brian had made when he turned, his eyes seeing with a new clarity, his skin humming, he felt alive and new. He felt like that was what he was turned for, to live in darkness, to live for blood. And he felt the same when Justin’s muscles twitched around him, his hot palms pressing into Brian’s shoulder blades, felt like he was finally coming out of the dark, like there was something else to live for other than blood and death.
They both groaned, Brian’s vision fading to nothing but red as he pushed all the way in to Justin’s hot body. Brian stilled, remembering the last time he had sex on the floor in his office, Roman’s fingers gripping his hair as Brian fucked him into the carpet, just before Roman left.
“Brian. Move…god, please,” Justin’s voice bought him back to the present and he pulled out far enough to slam back in, loving the way Justin cried out, his fingernails digging into Brian’s skin. “I need…”
“Shhh,” Brian whispered into his ear, moving his hips in, “I’ve got you…you’re mine now…my pet.” Justin’s eyes closed and he turned his face away, his fingers in Brian’s skin twitched and Brian pressed a kiss to his temple, moving his hips faster, harder. Justin’s whole body arched like a bow when Brian angled his hips slightly, his cock brushing over that spot inside Justin that made him see stars. Justin was his now, his to fuck, his to protect. He became Brian’s the second his blood slipped down Brian’s throat. Brian tried to ignore the nagging voice inside that told him Justin was his the second he stepped into Babylon, and fucked Justin harder, his fingers wrapping around Justin’s wrists.
Brian didn’t have to hold back, he knew that, Justin wasn’t a fragile human, he had his own strength and Brian could feel it in the way his muscles moved beneath him, the way he resisted slightly when Brian lifted his arms above his head. It was almost refreshing that he didn’t have to hold back, the he knew he wouldn’t hurt Justin. Justin’s fingers twitched and he pulled against Brian’s grasp. Brian growled low in the back of his throat, pushing in hard and Justin stilled, bared his throat and swallowed. Brian licked up his neck, over the bites he’d left there again. His hips moved fast, Justin’s breath hot in his ear as he pressed his fangs to his skin again, sucking at the skin gently. Justin moaned like he was dying, and came between them, his body shaking, his muscles quivering around Brian. His eyes had closed and Brian looked down at him, drank in the sight of him, his blond hair plastered to his forehead, the dark red of blood on his neck, the slight blush against his cheeks. He pushed himself up, away from Justin, angled his hips deep and pushed in. Justin moaned again, moving his hands to Brian’s shoulder when Brian let him go. Justin opened his eyes then, looked straight at Brian.
“I lo…” Justin began, voice nothing more than a whisper but Brian heard it loud and clear.
“Don’t...” Brian cut off whatever he was going to say, kissing Justin hard, snapping his hips forward. Justin wrenched his mouth away, arching his neck back and Brian pressed his fangs to the skin again. Brian came with a cry, the taste of Justin on his tongue and Justin’s hands in his hair.
Chapter 6
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