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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies), Fantastic_Beasts_and
      Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)_RPF, Fright_Night_(2011), We_Need_to_Talk
      About_Kevin_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Jerry_Dandrige/Kevin_Khatchadourian, Colin_Farrell/Ezra_Miller
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Daddy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-03 Words: 8200
****** this town is full of monsters ******
by aerospaces
Summary
     Kevin is bored. Until Jerry moves in next door and upends the whole
     neighborhood.
Notes
     I hit a wall writing my NYU Colezra AU (TLDR), and then I saw this
     lovely piece of JerryKev fanart_floating_around_tumblr, and fell in
     love. I wrote this in the space of a few hours after nekodoruBox
     tweeted about it, and it practically wrote itself, oh god. Lots of
     cliches, etc etc. This was probably a bad idea.
     As always, props to underscoredom for enabling me and listening to me
     complain about writer's block lol.
     Please leave the fanartist a comment because the rest of her art is
     wonderful! She's got a JerryKev_tag!
     Also feel free to fangirl with me on twitter @rtenenbaums. Cheers!
           a mood board just because (am getting addicted to these)
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Kevin was bored. He was bored of suburbia, he was bored of school. He was bored
of pulling pranks on his little sister, of hiding her pet hamster behind the
stove and chopping bits of his sister’s hair for “fun”. He was bored, bored,
bored. He wished his family moved back to the city, so he could sneak outside
at night and actually do things as opposed to sit around on the weekends while
his dad taught him how to golf, or man the barbecue grill, or whatever mundane
father-son activity he could think of on a given day. He was bored. But he was
also sixteen and curious.
When a new neighbor moved in next door, it was all his parents could talk
about. Frankly, Kevin could care less but the frequency with which his parents
brought up the new neighbor piqued his interest.The Harrows had been in poor
health for a while, so it was only a matter of time before they were sent to
live in a nursing home.
The night Jerry moved in next door, Kevin found himself glued to the window,
watching as furniture was unloaded from the back of a moving truck, lamps and
shelves, and a strange long crate too narrow to be a sofa lugged by two guys on
either side. He didn’t meet their neighbor until two weeks later, when he was
weeding his flowerbeds at seven in the fucking evening, like a total creep. He
was in a tank top and raggedy pants, kneeling on the dirt, his skin oddly pale
under the soft light of the moon. His hair stuck up in strange little tufts
everywhere, and his eyes, when he glanced at Kevin over his shoulder after
Kevin fired an arrow that deliberately missed his hand, were dark like midnight
oil.
Jerry tugged the arrow from the dirt by the shaft and tossed it at the ground
as Kevin approached. It was a cool evening, a breeze in the trees, but Kevin’s
resulting shiver had nothing to do with the crispness in the air.
“Is this yours?” Jerry asked, resting his elbows on his knees but not uncoiling
himself from his squat. He raised an eyebrow in Kevin’s direction.
“Maybe,” Kevin said. He pointed at Jerry’s flowerbeds. “Mister, why are you
gardening at night?”
Jerry gave him an irritated look. “I don’t think someone who just rudely
invited himself to my yard should be asking that kind of question.”
Kevin shrugged instead of responding. The movement pulled his shirt up, and he
didn’t miss the way Jerry’s gaze flickered downwards in a passing glance. Kevin
smirked. He liked this shirt; it was his favourite because of its size, the way
it hugged his body like a glove and because it him what he wanted most of the
time. He unslung his bow and rested it against his leg, pretending to have a
look around the yard. It was immaculate, and well-kept, with a raised garden
bed that looked newly installed and two rows of rosebushes that seemed to have
been recently transplanted. The soil looked freshly hewn. It seemed like Jerry
had been working on his garden for some time; there was soot and dirt all over
his biceps where they bulged out of the sleeves of his white shirt.
“My name’s Kevin. I live next door,” Kevin said.
Jerry stared at him for a moment before finally getting up to his feet and
peeling his gloves off.
“Hello, Kevin,” Jerry said, thrusting out a hand. “My name’s —”
“Oh, I know who you are,” Kevin told him, not taking Jerry’s hand and simply
letting it hang there, held aloft between them until Jerry took the hint and
dragged it back to his side.“My parents talk about you a lot.”
Jerry didn’t falter, and in fact there was a curious almost predatory lilt in
his voice. “Do they now?”
“They say it’s weird that you’re only home at night,” Kevin said, “And that you
never answer the door during the day even when they know for a fact you’re in.”
Jerry snorted, shaking his head, muttering something Kevin didn’t quiet catch
but ended with humans.“Can you keep a secret, Kevin?” he said, and this time,
it was Kevin’s turn to look at him. He studied Jerry for a minute, taking in
his appearance: handsome in an almost devastating way, but underneath that calm
veneer, something he couldn’t quite fathom.
Kevin had watched him for a few days, and took note of all his house-guests:
women mostly, probably those he met at a bar, though he sometimes took guys
home too — none of them, seeming to reappear the next day, though Kevin could
be wrong, having passed out at his window with a pair of binoculars weighing
down his neck time and time again. His parents didn’t trust Jerry, but mostly
this was due to the fact they didn’t trust anyone who didn’t come from money
which made Jerry an instant point of interest.
Jerry leaned in close, making Kevin hyper-aware of their sudden and surprising
proximity, how Jerry dwarfed him by several inches, a head almost. Jerry
smelled like fresh earth, laced with the metallic tang of something Kevin
recognized but couldn’t put his finger on.
“It’s because I’m a vampire,” Jerry whispered, his mouth almost to Kevin’s ear.
Kevin felt the Jerry’s hot breath on his face, but it was gone before he could
react to it as Jerry took a step back, and then another before picking up where
he had left off: kneeling on the ground and tugging viciously at the weeds
choking his lawn, methodical and economical with his hands.
Kevin wasn’t sure if Jerry had been joking, and even if he were, it seemed
wildly out of place, especially in this day and age. Corny. Dumb. Kevin may be
sixteen but he wasn’t a fucking child. He scoffed and kicked at a bit of loose
dirt under the toe of his shoe. “Vampires aren’t real,” he said. “They haven’t
been for a long time.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Jerry huffed, barely sparing him a glance. “I’ll see
you around, Kevin.”
Kevin didn’t even realize he’d left his arrow in Jerry’s yard until he found it
embedded near his window the day after, the arrowhead leaving a deep groove in
the wood.
*
Every once in awhile, his parents left him at home and went on day-long trips.
They didn’t trust him with his sister, so they sometimes brought her along too,
or had a babysitter come in and look after them both. Mostly, the babysitter
just left them to their own devices, talking on the phone while filing her
nails, or doing homework in the living room.
Today, Kevin was in luck because he had the whole house to himself. He
practiced his shots in the yard in the morning, donning his old feathered Robin
Hood cap and pretending he was shooting for an audience.
With the hamster long dead, he was out of moving targets. Firing shots at
passing birds seemed stupid, because the sun and wind always got in the way,
and he was better at close-range shooting. He got bored fairly quickly so he
made himself a sloppy PB&J sandwich, watching TV in the living room with barely
any interest, his sandwich on a plate resting against his stomach as he flipped
through all the channels. Later he headed over to Jerry’s to see if he was
home.
He’d been watching him again lately,  mostly out of boredom, and had even
invited himself a few times while Jerry had been outside in his yard, drinking
beer and staring sullenly at the night sky, hunkered in his deck chair. A lot
of the time, Jerry attempted to politely get him to fuck off, short of flinging
him over the fence, but Kevin would not be deterred, not when he didn’t have
dirt on Jerry, not when he didn’t know what his big secret was. Because he had
one, Kevin was certain, a big secret he was hiding from everyone else. Maybe he
was a killer of children, or a pervert, or had robbed a bank hence having been
able to afford to live in their neighborhood. Whatever it was, Kevin was going
to find out, whether or not it put him in any danger, though that was highly
unlikely seeing as this was suburbia. Nothing ever happened here. Possibly
Jerry’s big secret wasn’t even all that interesting.
Kevin went over anyway because he had nothing better to do. It was late
afternoon, the sun purpling the sky like a thick bruised up gauze. His parents
won’t be home until later that night, and even if they were home soon, they
knew Kevin had the tendency to wander around the neighborhood when he felt like
it. Kevin let himself inside through the kitchen door, and shut it behind him
with a soft creak. He knew the door was unlocked, because Jerry almost never
locked his doors, as if he were so sure his house would never be broken into.
Only two kinds of people lived with that kind of confidence, Kevin knew:
idiots, and dangerous men. He wondered if Jerry was the latter.
As expected, the rest of the house was dark. It was only half the size of
Kevin’s family’s house, with a glass wall that looked out into the backyard,
and a short flight of stairs that led to the second floor. Jerry had heaps of
laundry in the den, as well as a stack of unmade plates on the kitchen sink,
but otherwise the place was neat, smelling of generic air freshener. Boring set
of knives tucked in blond-wood drawers, tan upholstered sofa situated in front
of a massive wide-screen TV. There were no pictures on the mantle, or
decorative pieces in the living room save for a tall IKEA lamp, and an empty
coat stand. All the curtains were drawn, the drapery heavy enough to block out
the sun.
Kevin felt the hair on the back of his arms and neck stand on end, not from
fright, exactly, but something else that set his pulse thrumming. He ran his
fingers across the dust filming the tables, leaving imprints of his fingers
along the surface. There was a bowl of fresh grocery store-red apples on coffee
table so Kevin helped himself to the biggest one, biting into soft skin as he
wended his way through the rooms, touching things here and there before putting
them back down again. His footsteps made the stairs creak as he ascended them.
It was almost hard to see where he was going because it was even darker
upstairs, the air reeking of something rank.
There were two doors flanking each side of the hall, but it was the one at the
end of it that drew his full attention, left half-open and cutting a column of
pale light across the carpeting. It was a bathroom, it seemed like: white tiled
walls, a clawfoot tub, and a leg hanging off the edge of that tub, the rest
hidden from view by a set of murky shower curtains. Someone inside the room
made a noise, a soft whimpering sound like an injured puppy. Before Kevin could
have a proper look at things however, Jerry suddenly overtook his vision,
blocking the rest of the room from view and turning the lights on in the
hallway.
“What are you doing here?” Jerry hissed, grabbing him by the scruff as if he
were some wayward child before shutting the door behind him.
“I came to see if you’d like to play,” Kevin said, batting his eyes. He dug his
heels into the ground — but it was to no avail, Jerry picked him up like he
weighed nothing at all, and the next thing Kevin knew, he was being hauled down
the stairs, his feet brushing the floor from an alarming height.
“Get out,” Jerry hissed, before shoving him out the front door. “Out!”
“Who was that?” Kevin peered over Jerry’s shoulder as soon as he bounced back
on his feet. “Your girlfriend?”
“You’ll stay out of my business or are going to live to regret it.”
Kevin felt his mouth stretch into a lazy grin. “Is that threat, mister? Are you
going to hurt me if I sneak in again?”
“Hurt you?” Jerry laughed, low, sinister, like a cartoon villain almost, Kevin
thought. “Boy, when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were never born.”
He shut the door in Kevin’s face.
*
Kevin’s dad threw a barbecue party the next weekend. Of course, Jerry didn’t
come, though he wasn’t expressly invited anyway which wasn’t a big surprise.
Everyone was there though, the people from across the street, and the family
from a block over, people Kevin didn’t bother getting to know the names of
crowding their yard and laughing and making small talk about their kids because
no one had anything better to talk about.
After all of them had left, Kevin didn’t bother helping with the cleanup,
watching his dad bend over awkwardly to pick up the last of the stray plastic
cups littering the lawn. He didn’t eat the whole time they had people over — he
hated eating in the presence of strangers — so when his parents and sister were
finally asleep, Kevin slunk downstairs to the kitchen and microwaved the
leftover barbecue. He stood in the darkness of the kitchen, watching the
sprinklers go off outside, chin propped up in one hand and yawning slightly,
and wondered if Jerry was home.
Jerry was, in fact, home because apparently he didn’t have a life. It was a
Saturday night and he was in the living room, when Kevin peered into the
window, his hands cupped around his eyes. Kevin  had taken the leftover
barbecue with him, sealed away in a tupperware, still warm and dripping with
the sweet-spicy marinade his dad learned how to make from a recipe he’d gotten
off the internet.
This time, instead of outright telling him to leave, Jerry took one look at him
and huffed out a soft laugh. It probably had little to do with his sudden
appearance, and more with Kevin’s chosen attire: an ill-fitting striped shirt
he’d owned since he was in middle school, and drawstring shorts with dinosaurs
on them. They were old, and worn from many washings, but it was warm enough
that he could wear them to sleep. He didn’t think about how they’d look on him,
mostly because he didn’t really care about what he looked like most of the
time. He knew he was pretty, in an empirical way, and that there were men who
looked at his mouth and thought about wanting to fuck it. Still, it was another
thing entirely to pique Jerry’s interest. He seemed unmoved most of the time,
like a piece of stone or a statue, calculating and evaluating all the outcomes
before deciding to act.
It was strangely welcome to have him look his fill. Kevin tried not to preen.
“What are you doing here?” Jerry asked, once he’d recovered from his initial
amusement.
“My parents had a barbecue earlier this afternoon. You didn’t come.” He held
out the tupperware between them. During his walk to Jerry’s door, a bit of
marinade had sloshed over the rim, coating his fingers. He sucked on his thumb,
licking off the juice.
“I wasn’t aware I was invited,” Jerry said, not taking his eyes off Kevin’s
mouth.
Kevin shrugged. “You’d have hated it anyway. It was boring. Are you alone?”
Jerry didn’t answer the question, just reached over to take custody of the
tupperware and lift the lid. He sniffed the air, and then clicked his tongue.
“This for me?”
“Who else is it for?” Kevin snorted. “I thought you could use some company
tonight. I haven’t had any dinner. Have you?”
A slow, easy smile distorted Jerry’s face. For a moment, his eyes seemed darkly
amused. “You’re a strange kid, kid.”
“It’s Kevin,” Kevin snapped.
“Like that kid in Home Alone, too precocious for your own good, huh?”
“What?” Kevin glared which only made Jerry smile wider. “You know what? Fuck
you.”
“How old are you again?”
Kevin wasn’t supposed to answer him but then Jerry reached out to ruffle his
hair, sudden and unexpected. “Sixteen,” he said, and sounded almost petulant.
He batted Jerry’s hand away.
“You walk around in shirts like that, you’ll set tongues wagging,” Jerry told
him. He opened the door the rest of the way, letting Kevin inside, flicking the
rest of the lights on, making Kevin wonder if he sat in the fucking dark all
the damn time.
“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Kevin asked, turning around, fingering the hem of
his tee. He didn’t feel self-conscious, but the way Jerry smirked irritated
him. “I’ve had this since I was seven.”
Jerry laughed again. “Tell me, do you always invite yourself to your neighbors’
house, unannounced?”
“Depends on the neighbor.”
“So there are exceptions,” Jerry said.
Kevin shrugged, raising his arms above his head so that his stomach showed,
briefly. Then he turned around to hunt for plates in the cupboard. “Every now
and then.”
*
They ate the barbecue in the kitchen, sat on tall stools at the counter. Well,
Kevin mostly sat, while Jerry ate leaning on his elbows, tearing into the
tender meat with his teeth. Juice ran down the sides of his lips, but he didn’t
seem to care. Kevin sat there, transfixed, eating bird bites of his food,
watching him go to town on the meat. He wasn’t really hungry, he’d lied when he
said he was. Jerry was apparently less of a wet blanket than he thought,
because he didn’t mind that Kevin took two Buds from his refrigerator and
uncapped one for himself. It was probably the alcohol, making him soft and
clumsy, but an hour later Kevin found himself passing out on Jerry’s sofa, the
soft light of the television screen flickering across his eyelids.
He woke up to Jerry watching him, standing over him with a couple of empty beer
bottles clutched in one hand. He set them down on the coffee table before
sitting on the edge of the sofa.
“Hey baby,” he said.
Kevin stretched. He wiggled his toes. He didn’t have shoes on anymore, just a
pair of tube socks. When he looked up, Jerry was still staring at him, his eyes
darker than Kevin remembered them being. “Hey,” Kevin said. His voice was
hoarse from sleep. Idly, he wondered what time it was. Late, it seemed like,
judging from the light outside. Probably close to midnight.
“You’re cute when you’re asleep,” Jerry told him, without preamble. His
honestly was almost embarrassing but Kevin had never been a shy boy.
“You’re a pervert,” Kevin said. “Have you been watching me the entire time I
was asleep?”
“Maybe I have been.” Jerry shrugged. “Maybe even longer than that.”
Kevin hummed and slid his foot over to Jerry’s lap. Jerry cupped his ankle in
one hand, pressing a warm kiss to his flank.
Kevin watched him, heart thudding in his throat. It was a dizzying sensation.
He’d never felt like this before and it threatened to consume him. Jerry’s hand
crawled higher, up his leg, and then Kevin leant backwards on his elbows,
letting his legs bracket Jerry’s sides. He was leaving himself wide open, the
cradle of his thighs spread wide for Jerry to slot himself into. And slot
himself he did, grabbing Kevin by the back of his legs so that they were closed
around his middle and Kevin could feel Jerry’s hard dick rubbing deliciously
against his ass. He squirmed a little, so he could hear Jerry groan and feel
the hard line of his dick press against him insistently.
Jerry palmed his ass and squeezed them and Kevin fell back on his arms with a
yelp.
“Are you gonna fuck me, mister?” Kevin panted, as Jerry leaned over him and
slid his hair aside, cupping his jaw before squeezing it.
“Isn’t that what you want, Kevin? A big hard cock up your tight little ass?”
“You’re awfully presumptuous,” Kevin demurred. “This is sexual harassment, you
know. I’m underage, and you’re what, at least forty? I could yell right now,
alert the neighbors.”
“You could,” Jerry considered. “But that would make me angry, and I’m a
dangerous man when I’m angry. So if I were you, Kevin, I’d just sit back and
enjoy the show. Be good a boy, now, for daddy.”
“You’ll find I’m far from a good boy,” Kevin smirked.
Jerry chuckled, thumbing the seam of Kevin’s lips, smiling as Kevin swiped the
tip of his tongue over his thumb. “You think I don’t know that by now?” he
scoffed. “You think I haven’t been watching you too? Pretty little boy on his
high horse, Kevin Khatchadourian.No friends, not even in school You’re a vain,
cruel little boy who cares for no one but himself.”
Kevin felt almost smug. He shivered when Jerry slid a hand under his shirt, his
fingers rough with callouses in places but warm and big, spanning his ribcage,
making Kevin think about what else he can do with those hands. He shivered even
harder still when he felt Jerry’s teeth graze his neck.
They felt sharper somehow when they pricked his skin, and his smile faded
instantly the moment he realized Jerry had bitten him. It hurt, like two
needles pricking his neck, like drawing blood, and then he felt like he was
being sucked dry and pumped of endorphins at the same time. His head swam and
he beat his fists against Jerry’s chest, tried kicking at him, pushing him off,
but Jerry held him onto him tight like a vice, shushing him when he whimpered
and whined in pain, and squeezing his hip. Kevin was dying, he was sure of it,
drowning and burning up at the same time as his body got heavier and heavier.
“Just let go, sweetheart, there’s a good boy,” Jerry whispered, brushing his
knuckles down the side of Kevin’s face. “Let me take care of you. Shhh, shhhh.
Don’t fight it. Don’t fight it.”
Jerry bit him again, and fed, until Kevin felt himself go numb and limp, until
his mind emptied itself and he stopped struggling altogether. Then he passed
out.
*
It was morning again when he woke. His mom drew the curtains open and Kevin
hissed at her before burying himself under comforters. Too bright. And his head
hurt like he was having several migraines all at once.
“What’s the matter, Kevin?” his mom asked, in the same simpering tone he’d
always hated growing up. She reached under the covers to feel for his
temperature and Kevin had the strangest inkling to bite her hand. “Oh, dear, oh
shit, it looks like you’re coming down with something.” She stood up and Kevin
heard her shutting the blinds, pulling down the curtains, puttering around the
whole of the room. “I’ll get the thermometer and medicine. You stay right where
you are.”
Kevin didn’t even bother giving a cutting a reply because his head felt worse
when he moved it. True enough, his mom returned with the promised items, and
she peeled back his sheets and set a frozen bag of peas over his head. The last
time he got sick, he remembered she read him a bedtime story, and he slept in
her arms while she petted his hair. But he wasn’t a kid anymore, and he kept
thinking about the dream he had last night, the snippets that came to him in
unbidden disjointed flashes: Jerry’s weight on top of his slack body, and his
cold lips touching Kevin’s neck.  His eyes, dark and strange as anything, inky
black and bottomless, it was like looking down into the bottom of a well. And a
secret, whispered into his ear like a threat and promise right before he lost
consciousness: “You’re here now, darling, nothing will hurt you,” Jerry’s
voice, deep and sonorous feathering down his spine. “There’s only me.”
Kevin threw up on the side of the bed.
*
The nausea abated some time in the late afternoon. All throughout the day, he
slept fitfully, refusing to come out of bed and not touching lunch when it was
offered. At 10 PM, while everyone was asleep, Kevin was wide awake and on his
feet, most of the fever broken, sweat dewing his skin and covering his face
with a sickly sheen. He was tired, but wide awake, a strange kind of energy
zinging through his body like an electric current. But he was also feeling hot,
not in a way he’d ever felt before, as if he was burning up from the inside,
his skull pounding to make the needs of his body known.
He showered, but nothing worked to cure the heat simmering just under the
surface. There was a gnawing hunger too, for something he couldn’t articulate,
setting his teeth on edge in the worst possible way. He went to the kitchen but
there was nothing in the fridge except leftover tuna casserole, fizzy water,
and some stuff his mom liked to store in tupperwares. There was raw meat in the
freezer, frozen large chunks, which he thawed in the microwave before eating in
front of the fridge, the light bathing him like a warm spotlight as he tore the
meat with his hands. It tasted rank and wrong, and he made a beeline for the
sink as soon as he felt his stomach cramp in protest. Kevin threw up most of
it, and let water from the faucet run down the sides of his face as he rinsed
his mouth and drank from the tap. He was wiping his mouth on the back of his
arm when he caught sight of Jerry standing motionless outside.
Both of their houses had identical glass walls covering one side of the
kitchen, and Jerry was right there, watching him, the light of the streetlamp
making his skin look unnaturally pale. He wad dressed in shirt and jeans, and
his eyes were dark as the colour of his shirt. He smiled at Kevin, and it was
an unfriendly sort of smile, and when he started walking away, Kevin felt
compelled to follow him, tripping blindly over the errant mess of toys his
sister left in the yard, unlatching the fence that separated their houses
before slipping in through the back door of Jerry’s kitchen.
For once, the windows were open. Jerry’s living room was dark and dank, and the
only light was from the street outside, and the moon casting shadows of trees
on the hardwood floor. Jerry patted the empty space next to him on the sofa.
“Sit with me,” he ordered, and again, Kevin felt obedient. Not meek, he was
never meek, but there was a thrill seeing Jerry’s eyes light up in
satisfaction.
Kevin sidled up next to him on the couch, laying his head on Jerry’s shoulder.
“I feel strange and unusual,” Kevin said.
“Don’t we all,” Jerry laughed. Then he lowered his lips to the inside of his
wrist, and his eyes turned completely black. Kevin blinked, and saw that
Jerry’s face had morphed too, his teeth sharpening into fangs, his nails
lengthening into claws. He had a moment of disorientation, like waking up after
a long dream, and then it hit him all at once, like a shock of cold water —
then he was shoving Jerry off and scrambling for the door, running as hard and
fast as he knew how to.
But Jerry was lightning-fast and seized him by the ankle, and Kevin stumbled
onto his hands and knees, scrabbling for a the ashtray that toppled and
clattered from the coffee table in the scuffle. He rolled onto his back as
Jerry leaned over him, his fists on either side of Kevin’s head, his smell
overwhelming. His face had changed again but this time, it wasn’t hideous or
pinched, though his eyes were still dark and fathomless, his fangs glinting
menacingly.
Kevin reached for the heavy ashtray and knocked it over Jerry’s head — only to
be halted midway by a strong grip on his wrist.
“Ah, ah, no hitting.” Jerry tsked. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you. I like
feisty.”
“You’re a monster,” Kevin spat.
“Then you’re in good company,” Jerry told him.  “You’re a little monster too.”
He touched the sides of Kevin’s face with the sharp tip of a fingernail, and
Kevin had to suppress a whole-body shiver, and not close his eyes. It was what
he ended up doing anyway, much to his irritation, and Jerry’s amusement. Kevin
opened his eyes when he felt the tender press of Jerry’s hand along his cheek,
then the smell of blood filled his nose as Jerry held up his bleeding wrist to
his lips.
“Drink, little bird. You’ll need your strength,” Jerry said.
Kevin glared at him sullenly, but the smell of Jerry’s blood made his pulse
skip a beat, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he was suddenly hungry all over
again, the deep kind of hunger that felt bottomless and all consuming. Then he
was leaning forward without realising it, inclining his head and taking what
was being offered. He felt Jerry’s hand twisting his hair, running over the
back of his skull in a petting motion, and heard his voice whispering in
soothing tones, “That’s it, baby, drink up. Good boy, ah, mind the teeth. There
we go, baby. There we go.”
The taste of someone else’s blood should have made him sick to his stomach, or
throw up, but instead, it made him dizzy with want, filling his mind and body
with a new kind of elation like getting high on a cocktail of drugs. Jerry took
his wrist away, and Kevin found himself pawing at his arm like a mute little
pup, unable to articulate how much more he needed. Jerry just smiled and
stroked his hair. “I think that’ll be enough for the day. I’ll let you feed
once the transformation is complete. Until then—” He reached out for Kevin and
hoisted him in his arms, spreading Kevin’s legs around his waist and carrying
him up the stairs.
Kevin felt his mind go blissfully blank as his head lolled across Jerry’s
shoulder. He sank his blunt teeth into Jerry’s neck, a poor imitation of what
Jerry had done the night before, and Jerry merely chuckled, squeezing the
globes of Kevin’s ass until  Kevin felt that familiar, delicious clench in his
gut that usually signaled arousal. 
“I’m hard,” he whined, undulating his hips, wanting more of the friction.
Jerry hummed, running his tongue over his teeth. “Yes, that could happen
sometimes,” he agreed, before depositing Kevin in the bed. It was dark, just
like the rest of the house, though from what Kevin could discern as he
squinted, the room was deceptively normal: a lamp on the nightstand and  walk-
in closet, a television in the corner.
“Look at you, so pretty and ripe for the taking,” Jerry sighed, crawling on his
knees on top of Kevin. His limbs bracketed Kevin’s body, and for the first time
Kevin realised how big Jerry was in comparison, his shoulders broad, his hands
huge. He could crush him, Kevin knew, and shivered, knowing the danger he was
in. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him when Jerry’s fingers brushed the
hem of his shirt.
“Tell me, sweetheart, have you ever been fucked before?”
Kevin shook his head. He was unnaturally candid for someone his age, even he
knew that, but the line of questioning made him blush to his ears. Of course,
he was a virgin. He wouldn’t hand out his ass on a silver platter to anyone for
money. But Jerry though — the way his eyes raked over the length of Kevin’s
body made Kevin feel naked even though he wasn’t. He had experience, being
wanted. Some of his dad's friends looked at him wrong, for Christ’s sake, but
the desire in Jerry’s eyes was unmatched by anything: dark and dangerous,
unpredictable, it seemed like. And Kevin had lit his fuse, and it was only a
matter until it all came to a head. 
“Thought so,” Jerry hummed. “You know, sweet little virgins like you, they give
off this scent. But you’re another thing altogether, Kevin. I knew it the
moment I saw you. You’re just like me. Hungry all the time, and hollow. You
want that void inside you filled, don’t you? You crave it.” He thumbed the
corner of Kevin’s jaw, and Kevin found himself wrapping his lips around Jerry’s
thumb and sucking hungrily like an infant, blind with hunger. Blood smeared his
face in dry patches, but the taste of Jerry’s skin was like no other, like
sugar to a dying man.
“Jesus,” Jerry gasped. “Look at you, needing and wanting. You want something
bigger to suck on, baby?”
Kevin nodded, releasing Jerry’s thumb with an audible pop. Jerry worked his fly
open, and pulled out his cock, and Kevin moaned at the sight, low and keening.
He glanced up at Jerry’s smirking face, then back at his prick, only half mast
and still huge than anything he’s ever seen in porn. He imagined sitting
astride it, letting it pop his hole. It would be a tight fit, but still doable,
and he’d feel it for days, he knew, unable to stand without the phantom ache of
having been fucked brutally for the first time.
“Shit,” Kevin hissed. “Shit, shit, shit. That’s a big cock.”
“You want to kiss it?” Jerry said, nudging his hips forward. “Come on, baby,
put your sweet little mouth on daddy’s cock.” He urged Kevin forward with a
violent tug of his hair, until Kevin came face to face with his massive dick
and slid his tongue over the spongy head. He had to open his mouth wider to
accommodate Jerry’s sheer girth. He choked the first few times and tried
relaxing his throat, but Jerry was having none of it and started fucking his
mouth, thrusting his dick without warning until Kevin felt tears spring into
his eyes as his throat was abused beyond comfort.
“There we go, there we go,” Jerry murmured, pistoning his hips. He pulled back,
a thin string of spit and precome connecting the tip of his cock to Kevin’s
gasping mouth. He looked strangely proud of Kevin, and Kevin felt a thrum of
satisfaction course through him at Jerry’s smile. He was being surprisingly
obedient, a first for him, and it didn’t hit him until later when Jerry was
ordering him to lay on his back and scoot up the bed that he did everything
Jerry asked him to, without complaint.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?”
Thesereferred to the drawstring shorts he wore every night, hitching up his
thighs. This time, they were white with blue and red racing stripes. Jerry
leaned onto his fists and hovered above the V of Kevin’s open thighs, palming
the inside in broad strokes until Kevin’s erection made itself known again, his
cock straining agains the cotton. Then Jerry was practically tearing his shorts
off of him, followed by his underwear, and Kevin was naked from the waist down
save for a pair of mismatched ankle socks. That seemed to drive Jerry crazy
because suddenly he was surging forward, hooking Kevin’s knees over his hips
and rubbing the head of his dick against Kevin’s taint.  His breath was tangy
with the coppery scent of blood, and he kissed Kevin with a deep tongue, making
it harder for Kevin to breathe.
Kevin felt like a fish out of water, gasping into Jerry’s mouth and bucking up
against him, banging his fists against his chest until he finally relented and
let his arms fall weakly at his sides, Jerry’s hands closing around his wrists
to bring them high above his head, crossed over the other. Below them, he
rolled his hips in a maddeningly slow pace, letting Kevin feel the length of
his dick against the inside of his thigh, teasing him with what was to come. 
“Shit,” Kevin hissed, eyes rolling back in their sockets.
“You like that?” Jerry rasped in his ear, tugging softly at his earlobe.
“I want to sit on it,” Kevin said. “Let me sit on your cock.”
 “You’re going to break, sweetheart.”
“Maybe I want you to break me.”
Jerry smiled. He eased up off Kevin before rolling onto his back, unhooking his
belt and letting his fly fall wide open. He kicked off his pants, and they fell
in an unruly pile on the floor, next to Kevin’s discarded shorts, which almost
looked tiny in comparison.
Jerry patted Kevin on the hip. “Up,” he ordered. “Up, up, right here, baby.” He
pointed to his chest. Kevin took the hint and scooted backwards and Jerry
helped him by arranging him the way he liked, ass up against his chest, with
Kevin’s face directly above Jerry’s cock. He could feel Jerry’s breath
moistening his taint. 
“Nice view,” Jerry chuckled, giving his ass a smarting slap. Kevin hissed,
glaring at him over his shoulder, and kicked him blindly in the face when he
did it again, setting off a new wave of arousal and making Kevin’s little cock
spit out a dab of precome on Jerry’s shirt.
“Be good,” Jerry admonished. “Or you won’t be getting any cock tonight.”
“Fuck you,” Kevin snorted, but Jerry simply smacked him again on the ass, as if
on reprimand. Then he lifted Kevin by the hips and pressed a kiss to the inside
of his thigh, smoothing his fingers over the wrinkle of his hole before
spreading him wide open.
Kevin shuddered, falling forward as he felt Jerry’s finger brush his hole,
testing the give. He wiggled his hips, leaning on his forearms to let Jerry see
all of it. He wanted him to see it, see how hungry he was and empty. He reached
for Jerry’s cock, and put the tip in his mouth, almost choking when Jerry moved
his hips without warning. Before Kevin could call him out on it, however, Jerry
was kissing him right there, spearing him open with his tongue, wet and sloppy,
making his spine sing with pleasure.
He’d fingered himself before, a few times, just two fingers to make jerking off
a little more interesting, but nothing compared to having Jerry’s hot mouth on
him, his tongue searing his taint, his fingers leaving imprints on the globes
of his ass as he spread Kevin and squeezed in turns. Kevin could feel the
guttural groan reverberating inside Jerry’s chest, the animal ferocity of it,
as he lapped him up like a feast, and he moaned, closing his lips around
Jerry’s dick and trying to swallow him down.
It seemed only fair after all, with Jerry eating him out, but he couldn’t quite
get all of it inside his mouth, or down his throat without whimpering each
time. He had only Jerry to blame who moved on to blowing a wad of spit into his
flushed hole and then dipping a lube-slick finger inside him, his middle
finger, it felt like, long and thick and rough, which Kevin tried grinding down
on. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t seem like enough, even when Jerry added another
finger, and then another, fingering him almost viciously until Kevin was riding
his hand and rubbing his dick all over Jerry’s clothed chest like an overeager
dog, panting and whining. “Shit,” he gasped. “Feels so good, daddy. You’re
gonna make me come.”
“You wanna come on daddy’s dick?”
“Fuck,” Kevin panted. “Yes, yes, come on, fuck me, fuck me—” he babbled. Jerry
withdrew his fingers without another word, turning Kevin around to face him,
still on top and hard as a rock, his cock a luscious curve across his belly.
Kevin wanted to take all his clothes off, he was so hot he was burning up
inside, but Jerry insisted he keep his shirt on and his socks. He eased Kevin
across his hips, guiding his cock inside his hole with a tentative press, the
first pop of the head painful like a fist going in, but then Jerry tightened
his grip on Kevin’s hips and thrust in without warning.
“Fuck!” Kevin swore, glaring down at him. “That hurt!”
“The first time always does, kitten,” Jerry assured him. “Now move that pretty
little ass of yours. And don’t touch your cock.”
Kevin glared at him still, just to be petty, and rolled his hips in circular
motions just to see if it hurt even worse. He let Jerry’s dick spread him open,
and bore down with all his weight, riding over the ebb of pain until tears
started to drip from the corners of his eyes without his consent. Jerry licked
them off his cheeks, and told him he was doing a good job, but otherwise he
didn’t touch him, watching intently as Kevin did all the work, fucking himself
on Jerry’s dick and popping his own cherry. His ass was going to be sore
tomorrow — if there was ever going to be a tomorrow.
He somehow doubted he was going to survive this, when all he could think about
was the shape of Jerry’s cock, how big it felt inside him, hot like a brand and
gaping his hole. He was going to die, he was sure of it. He wanted to touch his
cock but the few times he tried to reach for it, Jerry raised his eyebrows in
challenge, and he somehow couldn’t work up the nerve to do it. Instead, Kevin
reached forward and grabbed fistfuls of Jerry’s shirt as he ground his ass down
over Jerry’s dick, and let himself feel every inch of it. He wanted to cry —
big wet tears like he hadn’t ever done in his life. It was so good to be riding
Jerry’s cock. He could see the hunger in Jerry’s eyes, matching his own, and
felt the scrape of his fingernails along his hips.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” Kevin gasped, clutching Jerry’s shirt. “Daddy, daddy I
think I’m coming.”
Jerry nodded, and held him through the aftershocks, licking into his mouth and
letting Kevin shudder and moan against his neck. He was calm all of a sudden,
but also wanted to feed, but Jerry’s wound on his wrist had healed and he
wouldn’t give him any of his blood. He didn’t realise Jerry hadn’t even come
yet until Jerry was pulling out without warning, and then rolling Kevin onto
his back to lean over him and palm his nipples through his shirt. Kevin went
immediately, without protest, smirking and spreading his thighs, inching up his
knees when Jerry hefted them over his shoulders. He could feel the hard line
Jerry’s cock made against the back of his thighs, and grinned smugly when Jerry
groaned.
“I—I can’t come anymore,” Kevin murmured, but let Jerry manhandle him anyway,
pushing his cock inside Kevin in slow increments. It went through without a
hitch, and in the next breath Kevin swallowed, Jerry was fully sheathed, buried
to root Kevin thought he might get hard again.
“Shh, it’s all right now,” Jerry chuckled. “Let daddy have his fun, huh?”
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Kevin asked.
Jerry appeared to be searching his face, swiping a kiss over Kevin’s sock
covered ankle and making Kevin shiver to his toes. “Of course, baby. Is that
what you want?” He didn’t wait for an answer before swiveling his hips, fucking
Kevin in deep strokes that left him whimpering and shivery.
Jerry was great at fucking, alternating his pace, gripping Kevin’s ankles so he
could spread him wide open. He buried himself into the hilt each time before
slamming home without any warning, pounding into Kevin hard and fast, and then
deep and slow, stirring Kevin up that he was almost in tears. A few more
thrusts and he was hard again, dripping precome all over his stomach in weak
dribbles. 
“Lift your shirt up, baby, and let me see those nipples,” Jerry grunted.
“Pervert,” Kevin said, but he slid his hand up his shirt and lifted it over his
chest, plucking at his nipples until they were hard between his thumbs and
forefingers, loving how Jerry’s eyes deepened with arousal as he watched him
touch himself. He wondered at the picture they were making now, if his parents,
or a cop walked in on them: Kevin near hysterical with tears because it felt so
good to have Jerry deep dicking his ass, Jerry fucking him almost brutally,
hard enough that the bed frame rattled and hit the wall, his body a massive
hull in comparison, wide and thick and dwarfing Kevin’s own. Kevin still had
his socks on and his shirt, and his feet bobbed in the air each time Jerry
fucked in.
“Ah—ah—ah—daddy—ah—ah—” He threw his arms around Jerry’s shoulders, toes
curling as Jerry came, not bothering to pull out at all but filling him instead
with what felt like waves and waves of thick hot come. It was so good that
Kevin came, crying out not a minute later, with just a couple of weak thrusts
against Jerry’s stomach and a sharp tug of his cock. His head hit the pillow
behind it limply, and he winced when Jerry pulled out in one slow drag, his
come pooling a wet spot behind Kevin’s thighs.
 Jerry tossed a shirt at him so he could clean himself up and Kevin snorted as
it hit him square in the face. “Your bedside manner is appalling,” he said,
wiping down his thighs. “Is this how you deflower virgins?”
“Baby, I don’t fuck virgins. Too inexperienced, they make so much noise,” Jerry
smirked. He pitched his shirt completely off before crawling all over Kevin
again, his fangs making a reappearance, though the sight of them did not
frighten Kevin anymore than his sharp long nails did. He was built like a ship,
strong and sturdy, the breadth of his shoulders wide underneath Kevin’s
questing hands. Kevin shivered when their chests touched. He felt so small
underneath him, vulnerable in a way he had never felt before, and it irritated
him how much he liked it. Still, he lifted his face when Jerry kissed him, wet
and sloppy, grunting against Kevin’s mouth and grasping the back of his skull.
Kevin bit his tongue just for the hell of it, and Jerry bled a little as a
result, pulling back to tut at him and tap him on the nose with a finger. “Bad
boy,” he admonished, swiping the corner of his lip to lap up the blood. But he
was smirking, no foul done. “No biting unless daddy gives you permission.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. No one told him what to do, he didn’t say. But he liked
pretending to be obedient, as long as it kept Jerry looking at him like that,
like the sun shone out of his ass. “So you’re a vampire, huh.” Kevin sighed
when Jerry began kissing a slow path down his belly button, leaving a warm
trail of blood from where Kevin had bitten him on the tongue. Kevin watched him
lick the dampness from his thighs and rest his chin on Kevin’s knee. He could
feel the stubble rasp his skin, and shivered deliciously, anchoring a leg over
Jerry’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re cottoning on,” Jerry snorted.
“And you bit me,” Kevin said. “What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?” Jerry huffed. “Think, Kevin. It’s not rocket
science.”
Kevin let the thought sit for a while as he leaned back on his elbows. He
closed his eyes and opened them, and found Jerry’s dark eyes looking down at
him, his body braced on top of his, the perfect cage.
It was going to be morning soon, and Kevin’s mom was going to flip once she
finds out he’d left his bed again in the middle of the night. It seemed almost
laughable now to worry about that.
Kevin smiled, tilting his head back as he let Jerry’s teeth touch the side of
his neck, very softly.
“What’s it gonna be, baby,” Jerry whispered. “What’s it gonna be, huh?”
“Kiss me, daddy,” Kevin said, urging him to bite him, to feed, angling his neck
further so he felt the pinpricks of Jerry’s fangs touch the tender flesh of his
neck. His toes curled in anticipation, his body singing in delight and pleasure
as he let Jerry wrap his arms around him like a vice.
Kevin closed his legs around Jerry’s waist in turn, holding onto him for
traction in preparation for what was about to come.
“Good boy,” Jerry murmured against his neck, kissing the back of his ear
briefly. Then he bit him, and Kevin was gone and done, arching against him and
gasping up into the ceiling like he was tussling for air.
 
 
 
 
 
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