4 comments/ 31469 views/ 8 favorites Rough Tongues and Sharp Teeth By: AvayaNox Rose It had been a long night; the bar was filled with rancid smoke and lazy bodies. I was clearing one of the tables that had recently given up on staying all night. It seemed that most of the people sitting around, sipping their drinks were staying so long just to torture me. I despised all people who insisted on leaving half of whatever messy meal they were eating on the table behind them. I despised food. I hadn't eaten in forty years, and having to deal with the leftovers of other people's bodily needs made me want to yack. I remembered the last time I had had food. It was new year's eave. I was with my boyfriend at a concert. A Rolling Stones concert. It was awesome. We had some beer, a little weed. We were feeling good. Maybe a little too good. After the concert we stumbled out into the rode and I was promptly hit by a car. It wasn't a particularly glamorous way to die, but that's how it happened. We didn't know it then, but there was a group of vampires that simply loved the Rolling Stones. We didn't even know that vampires existed then. Boy, things have changed. Anyway, these guys gathered no moss in getting me off the road. I was mostly gone by then, so they didn't even call an ambulance. They just brought me over. Now I was a Vampire in Boston, working at a blood bar sitting on the edge of the Charles. I had found my niche and it was a tight fit. I hated my job, but I had nowhere to go, so I stayed where I was. At least I wasn't at the bottom of the dog pile now. It had been forty years and I had worked my way up in the standings slightly. I was Jared's second. If anything ever happened to him I would be in charge of this bar, and this quadrant of the city. Considering the options, I had a better stance than most of the vampires in the city. At least I wasn't working in some grubby hole in the wall where the guys would slap my butt and I would have grease stains on my clothes for weeks. Bloodbath was actually a pretty high class joint. We had a bar, a dance floor, and a separate dining room. It was this last that I truly hated. I was on waitress duty every Tuesday night in there, and I despised every Tuesday because of it. My favorite nights were Fridays. That was when I got to tend the bar. I could talk to some of our dead patrons and scare the living daylights out of the living ones. The entire point of a vampire bar is to give the curious little humans a place to gawk without any direct threat to their bodily health. Ever since we vamps had come out of the closet, so to speak, we had had to play by the human's laws and that meant no killing if a human got on our nerves. It was annoying, but it was time that we came out into the open. Thanks to the new Chinese sudo-blood (the only artificial stuff that could sustain us) we were able to live without needing to take human lives. That doesn't mean we didn't want to, but we could co-exist with them, at least from sun set to rise. There were still some groups of crazed evangelists that would hunt us down, but we claimed our right to defend ourselves, and few of the attackers lived through their first raid. Our bar had been raided once. There had been four of us here at the time: Jared, Makiel, Alicia, and I. We had taken out the twenty attackers within two minutes. We hadn't been attacked since. Jared was the oldest of us, there fore the strongest, and the highest ranking. His background was shady, but I'm pretty sure that he's pre-1200s. How he came to be in Boston, I do not know. He had that whole Anglo-Saxon, pre-Irish thing going on around him. He kind of gave you the idea that he had once been part of pagan fertility ceremonies in England, before the Romans came. Yah, he was totally a Celtic prince. Occasionally I would find myself watching Roar and wondering what Jared would look like with a little ponytail and a large sword. Anyway, he was twenty-two when he died, only a couple of years older than me. He treated me like a sister, I'm just glad he didn't look down on me like an underling. Makiel was circa 1300, china. He, we had guessed, had been killed by one of Kahn's cronies. He had some of the most awesome tattoos I have ever seen on a guy. These were the real kind, the kind you would only expect to find in history books. They (and he) were gorgeous. He was about thirty when he died. He had high cheekbones, and a flawless body. He was a quiet guy. He would have been Jared's second, but he refused the spot, saying that power didn't suit him. I didn't question. Alicia was the new kid on the block, and I do mean kid. She was only eighteen when she died. That was two years ago. She had been caught in the crossfire from one of the bigger raids in NYC. They had salvaged her from the wreckage with just enough life left in her to bring her over. She hadn't bee really happy working at the scene of her death, so they sent her up our way, and we were grateful for it. She was like the little sister I never had. I taught her the rules of the road and she got the worst jobs in the house. Back to the plot line. I had just finished this train of thought as I brought the last of the dishes into the kitchen. Alicia was in there, helping out our human cook. I put the plates down and washed my hands. I hated having food residue on them. Things had slowed down a bit. There were only the few really drunk people left at the bar. I chatted with Alicia and our cook Joe. Joe was getting married. His fiancé must have been blind. No offence to the guy. He was really golly, and all that; but he was this big fat Italian guy that I could easily picture in a big read suit depositing well wrapped gifts under some little kid's Christmas tree. He was a great friend, I just couldn't imagine even thinking about wanting to marry the guy. He would have happy kids though. He would make a great dad. I finished up in the kitchen and went out to the pit to sit with Jared. The pit was what we called our dance floor. It was slightly below floor level, with a stage area (empty at the moment) sticking out of one corner at the same height as the rest of the room. There were couches at one end of the pit, pressed up against the little step. They were black leather, just like everything else in the place. There were black lights, and leather chairs, mahogany tables, strobe lights when the music required it, and black curtains everywhere. The music had a good thumping beat to it. Alicia had put on some techno sound track. There was one seriously drunk couple staggering out on the dance floor. I sat next to Jared and he didn't even blink an eye. He was sprawled out in the crook of the couch, no shirt, tight leather pants, shaggy light brown hair, and stunning green eyes. He wasn't wearing shoes either. He thought it was ridiculous that he was expected to wear shoes when he was supposed to be eye candy for any old person walking by. He felt unbalanced when he had shoes on, but practically nothing else. If he had been a girl, he would have been wearing satrapy black sandals, but he was a guy, and the only pair of satrapy black sandals he owned, I had given him as part of a dare about fifteen years ago. I don't want to say anything beyond the fact that he looks great in a red spandex mini-skirt. It would be my turn to be eye candy tomorrow night. Until then I got to keep some of my modesty. I was wearing black slacks and a black sleeveless mock-turtleneck with the bar's symbol on the back: A bat with blood pouring over it. I tucked my heels under me and played with his hair. "How ya doing?" I asked sadly. "I despise this job." He had, apparently been running this one sentence through his head for the past couple of hours. My guess ever since that girl with the fake fangs stroked his chest. Oh, his chest. He was lithe, not body builder built, but like a swimmer, or like he had worked on a farm his entire life. His chest had only a thin coat of light feathery hair that narrowed and stopped at his belly button. I had dreamt about that chest before, and the back that went with it, and the bulge in the crotch of those tight leather pants. But I had pushed all those thoughts away; he was my superior, and my friend. "Oh, come on. You just hate this one part of your job. It's not your fault that you attract every possible customer from this side of the Charles. You're just too hot for your own damn good." He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He squeezed me and let me go. "It's almost closing time, why don't I help you kick these people out of here and close up, Rose." He tapped my nose and stood, stretched, and went off to tell our few lingering customers that their time was up. After the last of those terrible people were gone from my place of work, Jared called a meeting in his office. We all gathered around his desk, sitting in his big chairs, or standing if we got there after the chairs were already occupied. He sat in his stereotypical leather, high backed, comfy looking, swivel chair behind his mahogany desk and stepeled his fingers. I almost had to laugh. He was the perfect picture of authority, with his expensive suit, and all the classic big-boss furnishings. Any one who didn't know him would think he was some kind of mob boss, or something. I knew better. He leaned forward and wrested his lip against his pointer fingers. "We will have a new arrival tomorrow night. He is being transferred from the UK. His name is Ivan. He died at twenty, and was turned about four years ago. Before you ask me, I won't tell you why he's being transferred. Don't ask." With that he nodded and that was our signal to go. It was interesting news. We weren't short of staff, but I was always glad to have someone to take some of my clearing days. I'm sure he would be welcomed into our little family. A short while later we all returned to the Nest to die for the day. The Nest was an old building. It used to be a mansion, but now it was just a graceful old heaven in the middle of a hectic city. There were twenty-five vamps, or so, that were our nest-mates. I headed straight for the basement once I got to the house. I was one of the few that still liked the old fashioned tradition of sleeping not only in a lightproof box, but also underground. I had something set up in the basement that was like a small six-sided bed, unlike the coffins of old. I undressed, crawled into my box, and promptly said goodbye to the world. It was half a day later that when we were called again to Jared's office. This time one of the chairs was occupied even before the first of us arrived. It was filled by a small boy. Well, he wasn't really a boy. He wasn't really small either; he just gave you that feeling that he had a record of being beaten. He looked fragile. He was tall, thin, brown haired, blue eyed, and extremely handsome. He had a boyish countenance, one of the things that made him look so helpless, that made you just want to cuddle with him. He looked up at us with those big blue eyes and I was utterly reminded of a small creature with a large head and limbs that were too big for it. I had to force myself from "Aww"-ing. I took up my place, standing beside him, and waited for Jared to instruct us. "Ivan, this is Rose, Makiel, and Alicia. My name is Jared. Welcome to our family." He smiled. It was a warm smile. I bet he had been practicing that smile all evening. "Hello." He had a slight British accent and it just made me want to hug him. He smiled timidly, barely showing the fangs that gave him that not so innocent quality. I reminded myself that this was no mere boy. This was an animal, a man that would kill easily. I nodded to him slightly and smiled. My compatriots did the same. Jared rearranged our stations and we went out to work. I was now very happy about our new arrival. He had taken my Tuesday dining-room shift. I was working as eye candy tonight, so I put on my "uniform." I slipped into spiked heel black leather boots, black fishnet stockings, a black spandex skirt that came to about mid-thigh, and a black tube top that covered my boobs, and nothing else. I also wore black fishnet gloves that stretched up to my shoulders and cut off at the fingers, allowing room for my sharp black nails. I was wearing black lipstick and way too much black eyeliner. The final touch to my Goth outfit was my absolutely straight black hair that trailed down over my shoulders and glinted purple when I moved. I sat on the leather sofa in the pit and sipped my glass of sudo-blood. Rough Tongues and Sharp Teeth Ch. 02 Ivan I wasn't sure if these people would like me, so I put on my cutsie face. I think it worked. That girl, Rose, certainly didn't look like she wanted to harm me. I think that other one, Alicia, was checking me out. I was going to have to talk to her, well them, about that. Makiel had instantly caught my attention. He was breathtaking. That Jared, too, was simply gorgeous. I wasn't so happy about the shift schedule he was giving me, but I was new and young. I had no say in the matter. I wonder if he already knew about my sexual preference? If he did, he certainly wasn't showing it. I seriously doubted any of them would hold my being gay against me. Vampires just don't care that much about that sort of stuff. I was waiting tables that night. I tended to mingle with the customers more than most vamps, so I asked Jared if it was all right. He said that he was glad to have someone that wasn't disgusted by humans. He said I could do what I wanted with them, as long as no one ended up hurt. I laughed at that and asked if this was a gay-friendly bar. He chuckled and nodded. Again he said that I could do what I wanted, with whom ever I wanted, as long as they were gay too. I grinned at that and went off to find some boy to grind. I did find someone, actually. I was on my break, out on the dance floor, amongst throngs of dancing people. I stumbled upon a group of guys all rubbing together, and joined in. There was one, a little runner boy, who took my fancy. He had short blond hair in what looked like a slightly over grown army buzz-cut. He was small and wiry and looked to have a lot of spunk (no put intended). We ended up grinding a little to the side of his friends. "What's your name?" I asked him, my tongue darting out to lick his ear. "Will, yours?" His voice was pleasantly deeper than I would have expected. "Ivan." I ran a finger along his ribs. "That accent real?" I smiled. Showing off some fang. "Yup. Gust got off the boat from good old England." I actually had gotten off the plane a while ago, but I left out the details, chalking them up to artistic license. "Come here often?" "It's my favorite." He pressed into me a little more at that. "I see." I did. I ran a finger along his jaw and over his lips. His tongue darted out and licked my digit. I would have really loved to go further into this with him, but my break was up. I told him as much and he acknowledged, reluctantly. I went back to fetching things for people (not my cup of tea, when I have a cute little human waiting for me at least). I did get a few good tips though. I was off to the kitchen to hand in the order when he caught up with me. "I'll be back tomorrow night. Will you be here?" He did his best to be non-shalant about it. "Yah, and, actually, I'll be on display." I remembered my new shift schedule. "Seriously? Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." I nodded and watched as he walked out of the bar. I was looking forward to tomorrow. I was also wondering about tonight. I already knew that I would be going to my new nest with Jared and the others. I was just worried about the mundane: if the others would accept me, if people would mind that I was gay, that sort of thing. Random snapshots of dread would flicker past my line of vision. What was the worst that could happen? They could kick me out, but that would be better than what happened back in Europe. If I didn't have the undead's ability to regenerate (heal) quickly, I would be dead (not un-dead) for sure. I was almost hesitant as I climbed into Jared's car for the ride back to their house. I only had one duffle with me; it held a couple pairs of black slacks, a few black button-down shirts, underwear, and something sexy. I figured that if I needed anything else I could buy it, or, like the shirt I was wearing now, I could get it from the bar as part of my uniform. I held the duffle on my lap until the black mustang parked behind an ancient beauty. The mansion must have been something in its glory days. It was still magnificent. Jared showed me to my room. It was on the second floor, in the corner. It was the least desired room in the place because it was on the eastern most and highest floor. Thankfully the mansion had been fully light proofed. The windows were filled in, except for a tiny slit in the upper left hand wall that was covered in some UV blocking material. There was a big four poster in the middle of the room along with a few big chairs, a closet, a bathroom, and a desk. I unloaded my stuff into the closet. I was worried about using the bed, it being so un-light-proof, and wondered why they hadn't given me a coffin, or something. Suddenly I realized that the entire room was the coffin. I was certainly looking forward to sleeping in a real bed again. It was almost dawn so I stripped down to my boxers and slid between the covers. I settled into the cushions and was gone for the day. The next evening I enjoyed dolling myself up for Will and the other customers. I squeezed into my sexiest leather pants, they were tight and had an interesting detail: the zipper was exposed to the world and went all the way from the front to the back so the pants could be easily split in half. I didn't wear any underwear, or shoes, but I did indulge in a black leather vest. I spiked my hair and put on a bit of eyeliner. I slapped on a touch of red lipstick and made my way downstairs. I joined my more modestly dressed co-workers in the lobby of the palace. I got a couple admiring looks from various nest-mates and tried not to strut. We piled into Jared's car and Alicia tried to make conversation with me. "So, Ivan, you're from England." She was sitting to my left in the back seat. Rose was in the passenger seat, and Jared was driving. I don't know how Makiel got to the bar, but I didn't ask. "Yes." Does she know I'm gay yet? "So, how does and Englishman get a name like Ivan?" "My ma was Russian." Oh great, this was so not what I wanted to talk about. "Oh really!" "Yah." I think this was the point at which I was supposed to blather out my life story. I didn't. She got the hint after a good long silence. "So, Ivan," Jared was now trying to break the ice, "Who was the cute little human I saw you grinding with last night?" Leaving gender open, letting me make the choice. Good man. "'is name's Will. He's a nice kid." Alicia looked stunned, well as stunned as a vamp can look, but she soon regained her composure. I couldn't see what rose was doing, but she didn't seem surprised. "Ah, is he coming back tonight?" Jared was grinning. I think he liked the thought of Will and I grinding on the dance floor, and other places too, is my guess. "He sure is. I'm looking forward to him." I couldn't help grinning. Later that night I found myself on the leather couch, with a very content Will sitting on my lap. He was wearing some nice black pants and a brown button down shirt. He looked sexy, and felt even sexier when I slipped my hand under his shirt and started feeling him up. He leaned back on my chest and let his head fall back onto my shoulder. He licked my jaw and must have felt the growing hardness in my pants because he nipped my ear and whispered to me. "Do you have any place we can go?" I looked at him and met his lips with mine. "I do indeed." I had scoped this out earlier, and had found a nice little way onto the roof of the building. No one was allowed up there. We would be alone. "Can you stay late?" "I'm not relying on anyone for a ride home, if that's what you're asking." He grinned and I grinned back. After my shift ended I caught his hand and led him up to the roof. There was little wind this night, and the spring air was warm. The scents of the city, all kinds of food, car exhaust, and the inevitable stench of so many sweating creatures in such small space, wafted past my nose. The night seemed alive and so did I. Will was admiring the view when I decided I was too horny to appreciate the city right now. I pinned him against a wall and smashed my mouth onto his. He ground his already engorged groin into mine. I put my hands just below his ribs and gobbled up his mouth. He teased my fangs with his tongue and pulled my head in closer. I started to undo his belt and the button on his pants and he started tugging at my vest. We were soon naked and I pressed him up against a wall that was tile for some unknown reason. He slid down the wall until he was on his knees, and took me in his mouth. I shuddered at the warmth and wetness that surrounded me. I leaned against the wall and put an hand on the back of his head, his spiky blond hair tickling my palm. I started thrusting into his mouth and he groaned. The vibrations tingled up my shaft and into my balls and I pulled out before I exploded. He made a little groan of disappointment and I lifted him up. I turned him around and he gleefully spread his legs and leaned over, bracing his arms on the wall. I smiled and spread his cheeks. Boy, was he ever eager. I slowly eased my saliva-lubed erection in between his cheeks and pushed gently against his opening. He relaxed and I easily popped in. He groaned and I began to ease myself into him, an inch forwards every thrust. Soon I was embedded in him and he was groaning in earnest. I began to really fuck him then, thrusting in and out of him at different angles and always getting faster. It wasn't long until I had him howling in ecstasy. He was incoherent but it was dead obvious (no puns intended) when he was trying to tell me that he was about to come. I thrust a few more times, relishing the sensation of my balls slapping against his just before his chute clamped down on me and he screamed. He soaked the wall with his sticky juice and I filled him up with mine. I bent over him and wrapped my arms around his chest. I liked his neck once, and dug my fangs in, hard. I was still young, by vampire standards, and needed much blood. Will groaned and pushed up into my bite. I sucked steadily at the rapidly healing wound. When it was too healed to be of any use to me, I licked my way around the area and up to the base of his skull. He shuddered. I stepped back, allowing my flaccid dick to slide out of his hole. I eased my pants back on, leaving my vest off. He re-dressed completely, being more modest. He turned to me and smiled warmly. "Great fuck, Will." I grinned at him, showing fang. He shuddered as he remembered what it was like to be bitten in the heights of orgasm. "Rose, have you seen Ivan?" Jared was outside, three floors down. "See you around, Will." I pecked him on the lips and jumped off the roof. He ran to the edge, fearing for my safety. I landed in the middle of a group that was talking about my possible whereabouts. "Present and accounted for." I said, a bit more cheery now that I had some food in my belly. I looked up at the roof ledge at the astonished face of my recent lover. I quickly blew him a kiss and turned back to my friends. Alicia was rolling her eyes and Jared shook his head. Rose was as cool as ever, and Makiel was nowhere in sight. I just smiled and walked to the car. The next evening I was about to get into Jared's car to go to the Club when Makiel appeared next to me. "Jared! Weres killed five kids up by Harvard!" Rough Tongues and Sharp Teeth Ch. 03 Rose "Aww, shit." I punched the wall. I hated it when the supes of Boston would go after those kids. MIT had made itself a nice little security system, but Harvard was open feeding. "Whose pack?" Jared was already starting the car. "Garron's. I'll meet you there." Makiel disappeared into the darkness and I pulled Ivan's clueless form in to the car. Jared sped off into the night as well. We were headed for Garron's pack's headquarters. We would try to negotiate, but that's not the way it usually ended. "Rose? What's going on?" Ivan was really confused. "We're what you might call the supernatural police around here. We have a pact with the Weres that says that they aren't allowed to kill humans around here. That pact has been violated. We have to either find out why, and fix it, or dole out punishment." Ivan just stared at me. "You mean, we're going to fight them?" He was dumbstruck. "It is most likely." I nodded. "Do you know how to fight?" He nodded and looked out the window. "I won't tell you not to worry, because only a fool does not worry, or fear. I will tell you that we all have your back. As, I hope, you have ours." He looked at me, eyes suddenly filled with a harsh determination I would not suspect from him. He was so girlishly beautiful, but at that moment, I was aware of the damage he could inflict. I grinned and nodded. The Pack's headquarters were in a run down old industrial building. The brick structure stood like an ominous shadow over the approaching undead. I could hear, with the help of my supernatural abilities, voices and more animalistic noises coming from inside. I couldn't help but tense, waiting for the impending fight. We had no weapons, for anything that could really hurt our opponent would hurt us as well. Silver for one. We collected in front of the door to the building. Jared knocked three times and a hush fell inside. The door creaked open quietly, stirring the dust on the ground. Inside was dark, but in the centre of the great room was a circle of light. In it was at least fifty half-transformed Weres. They all turned to look at us as we walked towards them. Some came around and circled us, at a distance. Jared looked like a king, entering his enemy's stronghold. The rest of us just looked like we were full of cool power. Even Ivan looked silently threatening. "Welcome, Jared. I suppose this is not a social visit." The largest of the Weres stepped out of the pack. "No, Garron. You violated our treaty. Why?" Jared came to a stop three feet from the opposing pack leader. "We hungered for meat. We were growling our displeasure at this foolsome treaty when some humans came across our path. We took advantage of the opportunity." The Packmaster padded about our little group, sniffing and analyzing. "So you do not deny you broke our pact." Jared said coolly. "Not at all." Garron came to a halt in front of Jared and looked into the vampire's eyes. "There are not many of you tonight, Jared. I would have expected more. I will win this fight." With the last sailable he barred his teeth at the man. "I am sorry that you feel we must fight, and that you underestimate us." Jared stepped forward. "Goodbye, Garron." Jared's fist shot out and the pack master let out a howl of pain. Jared yanked his hand back and the Were fell to the floor. Jared had punched through his chest. The Wares attacked then, one giant wave of fur and flesh. I threw one over my head and heard his skull crack on the floor. I killed three more before I was overwhelmed. Four came at me at once. I was buried under a pile of bodies, all trying their best to eviscerate me. Suddenly I was pulled out of the pile. There was a whir of black cloth, skin, and blood, and the Weres that were attacking me were dead. Over their prone bodies stood Ivan, drenched in blood. He roared and dove into another pile of bodies. I assisted him. Soon every Were in the place was dead and we had drunk our fill. We stood and recuperated, looking down at our handiwork. Soon all eyes were directed at Ivan. "You saved me." Jared said coolly. "And I." I stated. "Me too." Alicia threw ought. "When did you learn to fight like that?" Jared approached the boy. "I grew up with it. My life's not been pretty, I had to learn to defend myself, or die. And the best defense is a good offence. Years of practice." He just shook his head and went to check on a twitching corpse. We all just watched him. This boy had many surprises, and he now had out trust. He had saved all our lives, well except Makiel, he had joined the fight, but he is the strongest and most secretive of us. I knew that I personally would take him more seriously from now on. We now shared an experience, and because of it, I saw a little further in to his soul. And he did have one, a soul. Not many of our kind retained their souls, but he had. He was quite strong under that boyish exterior. Things would be interesting from now on. Ivan I was dangerously close to revealing myself to them, then. I left them with a slight notion of my ability, but did not disclose my limits to them. Come to think of it, I didn't know my limits. I had never had to test them. Anyway. I was glad when we got back to the nest. I took a good long shower to rid myself of the blood, and lay down. We would not be working tonight. Tomorrow I would see Will again. I was reading myself for sleep when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." I sat up in my bed. It was Makiel. I got to stand up but he put up a hand. "Don't stand." He came over and sat on the edge of my bed. "There is something that you don't know, about the attack. One of the kids that was killed, it was Will." I just sat; I felt a piece inside me rip out. He was so young, so innocent. He had just been slaughtered. Then I thought of what I had done to those wolves. The pain eased. I just nodded. Makiel put his hand on my shoulder. "It's good that it hurts. It let you know that even if you're immortal, there are things that can still wound you. It restores peace." I nodded again and looked at my blankets. He got up silently and I heard my door click and the lights go out. I lay back in the bed and cried out my shock. There is a slight time gap between this chapter and the next. Just imagine that life is as usual as a Vampire bar can be. Oh, and one more thing. I would really love some feedback. I love getting little e-mails. They make me feel so loved. Even the ones that are not so kind. THANKS! Rough Tongues and Sharp Teeth Ch. 04 Rose Ivan was just part of the family now, and we were beginning to settle down into our new rhythm when interesting things started happening again. Ugg, I hate interesting things. All of us underlings were called to Jared's office yet again for an "emergency meeting." Once we were all in his office he un-steepled his fingers and stared at us. "As you all know, I am not only the owner of this bar, but in charge of this quarter of this city. And as all of you know, as my compatriots are also reasonable for the welfare of this quarter." Well, whatever this was, it was a big deal, and we were going to have to do it. "At the moment there is a problem in this quarter that we must deal with. We have been instructed to deal with it." He re-steepled his fingers and sighed. "Usually the werewolves of this city keep pretty much to themselves. However, something is causing a disturbance among them, and they are becoming quite violent. Our job is to find out who or what is causing this disturbance, and remove it. Now, we're pretty sure that it's a living creature, and we've been instructed to bring it in alive." That was a surprise. Usually they just asked us to kill something, not take it in alive. Interesting. "We know the general area that the problem is in, so lets get moving." And get moving we did. We drove to the area. It was a particularly grubby part of town, of course, and we were paired up to search. Jared went off on his own. Makiel and Alicia took off down an ally, and Ivan and I took a sharp turn to the left. The entire area was like a maze of dirty alleys and it was easy to get lost in. There was an utter lack of homeless people here, probably because of the recent activity of the weres. Speaking of which it was just then that we heard barking, screeching, whimpering, yowling, thudding, squishing, and crunching all from just around the next corner. We dashed towards the scene and found a mass of writhing fur. Ivan As we came around the corner I saw what might be described as a dog pile. It looked as if twenty or thirty "dogs" were all trying to rip something underneath them to shreds. Apparently, by the sounds of dogs in pain, the thing was doing a pretty good job of defending itself. Rose and I jumped in and started grabbing wolves and throwing them away. They would slam into the ground or a wall; lie for a second then limp away, or just lay there. We did not worry for them. Soon we were able to see what they were trying to kill. Well, sort of. It looked like a slightly lighter writhing mass of fur. We finally pulled the last of the dogs off it and knelt down beside the bleeding animal. It was a Panther, a Wildcat, a Mountain Lion. Apparently it was a Were-panther by the way it was turning into a beaten, bruised, and bleeding, young man. He was huddled up in the fetal position, shaking and holding his eyes closed, waiting for it all to end. I reached out to him; I couldn't help it. I laid my hand on his shoulder and he flinched. "It's all right. You're safe now. We'll protect you." I thought it was the right thing to say at the time, but apparently I was wrong. "I don't need protection." It was hoarse growl, but man, it was sexy. "Yes you do, you're naked, covered with blood, and bruised in I don't know how many places." I stroked his shoulder and he growled. "It's not my blood." His eyes shot open and he was suddenly standing, hair bristling, fangs and claws extended, tail whipping. He took one swipe at my head and I felt my skin rip. I fell back in surprise and pain. Rose was on the ground too, four bloody gashes in her stomach. I saw a flash of gold fur disappear around the corner and jumped to my feet. I wiped the blood out of my eyes and I ran after the beast. It may have been a were-panther, but it was still just a beast, I was a supernatural being. I caught up to it momentarily, and sprang at it. I landed on its back and dug my fingers in. I, simply out of instinct, also clamped my teeth onto its neck. I felt it's blood spilling into my mouth and it howled. He stumbled and fell. I had almost drained him; that was one big bight. It was moaning, returning to human form. I was laying on top of him, in case he didcided to jump us again. My wounds were almost fully healed, and his was beginning to close. He groaned and closed his eyes. "We don't want to hurt you. We just want to house you, we can't have you causing trouble amongst the werewolves. Please, let us help you." I didn't get up. I even stroked his chest. He was panting, still tired from the fight. I felt like kissing him. He tensed for a moment, then his body went limp. "All right. I'll go with you. I don't think I can move though. You took a lot of blood there, buddy." I could tell by the strained voice he was speeking in that he probably had some broken ribs. I got off of him. All he did was turn his head to look at me. "So, what's your name?" I asked him, kneeling beside him. I rolled him over onto his back to give his ribs a rest. "Feral, you?" He grunted. "Ivan, nice to meet you, Feral, welcome to our family." Jared I came into the ally with the blankets Rose had told me Ivan had asked for. Ivan had said that the boy was still a little skittish, and since he was okay with Ivan for the moment, Ivan should probably be the only one to see him. As I turned the corner I saw Ivan with the boy in his arms. The kid must have been no more than nineteen, I felt so sorry for him. I put the blankets beside Ivan, he was stroking the sleeping boy's blond hair. I was glad that the boy had a protector as caring as Ivan. I couldn't think of anyone more suited for the job. Ivan smiled up at me and began to wrap the sleeping form in the blankets. It was fall, and the air was nippy, especially for a skinny naked boy. Come to think of it, the boy did look like it could use a good meal. Living off the streets of Boston, with the wolves to compete with, must have been hard. Again my heart panged for the beautiful little boy. Ivan picked him up and carried him out to my car. He sat in the back seat, with the boy in his lap. Ivan held him close the entire way back to the mansion. I would let him have some time off for a while, to help our newest friend settle in. It wasn't long until we were in front of the manor. I parked my car and Ivan carried the still sleeping boy up to his room. And by "his" I do mean Ivan's. Ivan wanted to keep a close eye on him for a while, and despite his love for his nest mates, he was still suspicious that they might try to do something to him in his weakened state. I wasn't going to say anything about what Ivan himself might do. I trusted the look in his eyes when he gazed at the were. You can't rape someone you love. Feral I woke up in the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. I was surrounded by softness. I felt like I was lying on a cloud. Then a piece of the cloud shifted. I opened my eyes and saw very little. The room was almost completely black. The only light came from a small, heavily shaded window in the top of the wall to my right. It sent an eerie blue glow in to barely illuminate the scene around me. I was laying on a four poster bed surrounded by cushions, one of which, as I mentioned before, was moving. I paid close attention to this cushion and realized that it indeed was not a cushion. It was a man. Yah, there was a guy in bed with me. Usually this would be a good thing except that I didn't know who it was, or where I was, or how I had gotten here. The last thing I could remember was falling asleep in the arms of that cute vampire... Oh. I took a closer look at the guy again. Yup. It was him. And he was naked. I was still naked to. Well, how about that. We were naked in a bed together. I wondered if he had taken advantage of me. My butt didn't feel sore; my dick wasn't raw. I didn't feel exhausted. In fact, laying next to this guy was doing something good for me. Paying him would not be difficult. I turned to face him entirely (I had been lying on my back before) and stroked his side. I made sure that we were as close as we could be without our dicks touching before I stroked his face. His eyes fluttered open and gazed into mine. He had startling blue eyes, with silver streaks that made them look like ice. "Thank you." I whispered at him, my mouth a millimeter away from his. "Any time." He just looked at me. I stroked his side, marveling at the cool softness. "If you're wondering, I didn't take advantage of you." I smiled. "I didn't think you did. But I wish you had." I ran a single claw down his spine. I tended to stay half transformed for ease. Besides I thought it was cool to have short hair in a line along my spine, and slightly pointed ears, not to mention the tail and claws. I didn't have a problem with the slit-eye look either. It just fit my image, and my namesake. Feral was exactly what I was. I was a rogue. I hadn't had a home since my family had been killed by the werewolves in our town ten years ago. I had been wandering the US, hunting wolves since. I pushed those thoughts aside and continued to stroke Ivan, yes I remembered his name. "You're gay. I think god gave me a break for once." He smiled. "Fate not been good to you?" I scooted closer, causing every inch of skin between us to touch. He wrapped his arms around me and ran his own claws down my back, I assumed that he just liked keeping his nails long. "Not particularly, I was almost killed by a drainer back in England, that was after my nest sold me out, which was after they beat me, almost to death, which was caused because I told them I was gay. Naw, fate hates me." He chuckled and continued to stroke me. "Well, you're probably my lucky break too. Ever since my famly was killed by werewolves I've been hunting those damn dogs, and trust me, revenge is not a healthy business." I had never told anyone that before. Well, I hadn't really talked to anyone since I started out on this rampage, at all, actually. "So I hear that you guys are planning to keep me under house arrest, your house, for a while." "Hardly. My boss, Jared's his name, told me to get you settled as quick as possible, he wants you to come work at his bar with us." "Are you two involved?" "Hardly! He's my boss, and in charge of this quarter of the city. He may be the most beautiful thing in fifteen hundred years, but he has no intest in boys." The look on his face was almost sad as he said it, but then he looked back at me, and grinned. "Nope, I'm all on my own. Which is an odd thing to say to the man in bed with you, I suppose." I grinned back, showing of my teeth. He grinned wider, flashing rather impressive fangs. I growled playfully. "Hungry?" he thought it was my stomach, either that or his mind was just on food, as in me. "Yah, actually." In more than one way, stud. I licked his neck and sat up. "I don't suppose that you vampires keep any people food around here?" "Normally, no. But since you came, we've stocked up on steak. We didn't get much else because we didn't know what you liked, but we thought steak was a safe guess." I smiled, barring all my razor sharp teeth. "Hit it dead on the head. I only eat steak. Well actually I've been living off rats and raccoons for the last couple of years, but when I have a choice, it's only steak for me." The look of pity was only momentary in his eyes, instantly replaced by mirth. You didn't find many mirthful vampires out there; I was lucky. "Great, medium rare?" He was beginning to head for the door. "Actually, more medium well, I've been eating raw meat for too long." I rubbed my stomach. He laughed. "I'll be right back then." I nodded, and lay back on the bed. I was really exhausted. I'd been running for the past four years, practically without rest. And I had just had most of my blood drained. Yah, I had a right to be tired. I slipped into a catnap and woke to the sweet, sweet, smell of cooked meat. I shot out of bed and Ivan nearly dropped the plate. I grabbed it from him and placed a quick "Thank you" kiss on his lips. I whorled back to the bed and started cowing down on the slab of beef. It was amazing. I had no idea how much I had missed steak. I devoured the whole thing in less than five minuets. When I was done I looked up to find Ivan just staring at me. I started to clean my face and watched him back. He blinked and sat down next to me. I shifted so that we were facing and put the plate on the floor. I leaned back on the bed, part of my hunger sated. I looked into his eyes, allowing my hunger to show through. "You still hungry?" I grinned. "Not in a way that steak will sate." I saw his eyes gleam and he slid up the bed until he was straddling one leg, and his head was level with mine, elbows by my sides, and his arms under my shoulders. Our bodies were pressed fully together and I could feel his hardness pressing up against a large portion of my thigh. "Hmm. I think I know what would sate that hunger." He bent his head and licked my neck. A shiver ran through me and a moan escaped my lips. I had never put clothes on. He was wearing a robe and silk pants, and apparently nothing else. I slid the robe off his shoulders and he removed his arms from under me so that I could take it fully off. Then I grabbed his pants, at about the back of the knee, with my toes and yanked them off. I suddenly felt his cool length pressed up against my hip and couldn't help but growl. I flipped us over and straddled him, just below his groin. I looked at his massive stick and just had to have it in me. I put one hand on his lower stomach and pressed, to get him to relax. I wrapped my other hand around his base and squeezed. He let out a low moan that made my cock twitch. I stroked my way up his length, feeling every vein, every nerve. Then I got to his head. I pulled the foreskin down and ran the pad of my finger around the sensitive exposed area. Suddenly, I thrust one claw into his tender hole. He screamed and his back arched. As I slowly fucked his pee-hole with my claw he started groaning in earnest. His mouth remained agape, his fangs on display. He was totally beyond words, but I knew when he was close to climax, and pulled my claw out. He groaned in protest, but I flexed the hand that was still on his stomach and sank five claws deep into his skin. He shrieked and trembled, so close to the edge, I would not let him pass. "Please..." He groaned. I removed my claws from his flesh and smeared some of the blood on my hand. I spread it over his tool, using it as lubrication. I took the liberty of licking a stray drop off of his balls, and he groaned again. I slid forward, until I was in perfect position, rose up, placed his head at my opening, and slammed myself onto him. I let out a roar as I felt my walls being stretched to their limit. My head fell back and I clenched and unclenched my muscles around Ivan's thick shaft. When the pain was mostly gone, I began to rise and fall, slowly on his shaft. I looked down at him and watched his body as he spasamed from the pleasure my tight anus was bringing him. I leaned forward, suspending myself by placing my hands on either side of Ivan's head. I started a rolling motion to my hips as I slid on and off of him. He groaned and I slammed myself down on him, grinding my but into his groin in circular motions. I continued the circular motions as I began to ride him again. He was so thick that he was in constant contact, so anything I did was either pressing him further against my prostate, or less, but he was never completely off. Suddenly his hands clamped around my hips, urging me to speed up. I obliged and started pounding. He grabbed my dick and started yanking. I came almost instantly. I let out a roar that shook the rafters and he sat up under me, yanked my head to the side, and buried his fangs into my neck. With every pull, came another wave of my orgasm, I felt his seed pouring into me and he pulled back. He licked the wounds and fell back on the bed. I collapsed on top of him, panting, his fading member still inside of me. I slid off to his side and draped an arm and a leg over him, claming him as mine, at least for the night. His dick finally slid out of me and lay, sloppily, over his leg. I enjoyed the sensation of my inner muscles clenching around the emptiness where a large piece of Ivan once was. I snuggled up against his cool steadiness and stated to purr. Ivan stroked my back with his thumb and kissed the top of my head. I would have kissed him further, but I was just exhausted. I had made sure that my tail had remained non-existent during the act, but I let it grow out now and I let it swish gently as I fell asleep. Ivan I woke up not long after that tremendous climax. After all, it was evening, and I didn't usually sleep at night. I felt Farel's fuzzy form lying next to me, on top of me, around me. I felt his tail caress my leg. I could get used to this. I let him stay like that for a while, petting his fur, and scratching him behind his ears. I had always had a thing for cats. "Hello." He purred into my chest. "Good evening, sleepy cat." He chuckled at the time of day. He licked my chest with that rough tongue of his and snuggled closer. He wrapped his legs around my thigh and his arms around my chest. "Come 'ere." I tilted his head up and kissed him. It was a long deep kiss, but it was not passionate. It was more of a promise, and a "thank you". His tongue felt strange in my mouth. It was flat, and rough. He enjoyed licking my fangs. The tips are very sensitive, so every time he would touch one, I would shiver. "Ivan, I want you again." He pressed his groin up against my hip, and indeed there was a large lump there. "All right, as long as we can go under the covers." He smiled, a sweet, appreciative smile. And crawled under the covers with me. "I want you in me, Ivan. I want to feel you stretch my limits and make me cumm. I want you to pound in and out of me like a piston. I want you to break me open." He had pulled me on top of him and wrapped his legs around my waist. "As you wish, but first, you must answer my question." He nodded. "Where did you learn to do all those crazy things you did to me a minute ago?" He blushed then looked away. "I, I was rented out by the wolves that killed my family. You can learn a lot when you're having sex five times a day." He had a right to be angry. I almost started crying for him. The thought of him being raped repeatedly did nothing for me. It just made me hurt for him. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." I took him in my arms and caressed his back as he clung to my neck. "Now you see why I hate them. Now you see why I hunt them. I have sworn to be the death of the wolves that ruined my life. I have a list of the ones responsible for my family, and my whoring. I have been searching them out and killing them, one by one. I cannot stay here. I must keep my word." With that, he pulled away from me. He got off the bed and started towards the door. "Wait." He stopped but did not look up. "We can help you. You do not have to do this alone." I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He melted in my embrace for a moment, then pulled away. "No, I've already paid you for your kindness. I will be on my way." I felt like he had just ripped my heart out. "You mean, that was, payment?" He turned and looked at me, confused. "Yes. I have no money. I have no other way to repay you. So I gave you my body." I felt a single tear fall down my cheek. "Why are you crying? Did I not do well? I will make it up, I promise." He came towards me, on his knees. What had this boy been through? I picked him up and held him in my arms. "You don't understand. I didn't think that was payment." He tried to pull away. "Then what do you want from me?" He would not look me in the eyes. Rough Tongues and Sharp Teeth Ch. 04 "Nothing. I want nothing. All I ask is that you let us help you, let me help you. I love you." He looked at me then. He looked straight into my eyes. I let him see my soul. I let him see the pain, the suffering, the hurt, and the love. I had fallen in love with him the moment he was in my arms. I just never wanted to let go again. He began to soften for a moment, then all his walls were back up. "No, it's impossible. You just want to use me. I've paid you, now let me go." Now that hurt. "Please, don't you feel anything for me at all?" He stilled for a moment. "Yes, but that doesn't matter." "Yes it does! Let me love you, please. I have never loved anyone before." Tears were falling in earnest now. "You actually love me?" I nodded and clung to him like he was my lifeline out of the darkness. "You don't just want to fuck me?" again I nodded. "You've never loved before?" "No, never." It was true. "But, how old are you?" He looked truly confused. "I was born twenty five years ago." He looked baffled. "You're so young. You can't be very powerful." "No, I am the least powerful Vampire in this nest." My head was resting on his chest, drinking in his warmth. "Then why did they give me to you?" "Because they saw in my eyes how much I cared for you." I looked up at him, and he at me. He finally let his barriers down. "You really care for me?" I nodded and held him close. He wrested his head on my shoulder and I felt tears drip down my chest. I carried him over to the bed and he stiffened for a moment, but I just put him under the covers, climbed in, and snuggled up against him. He relaxed and started purring softly. I kissed his neck and rubbed his chest. "Thank you." I whispered in his ear and held him.