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Ties Stronger Than Blood
by Scribe

Chapter Ten

Dwayne gripped Paul's hips. "You ready, babe?"

"Dwayne," the blond boy's voice was a little tense, but amused. "If I was any more ready, this would be over by now. C'mon."

"I'm I this impatient when you fuck me?"

"Nah, you're a model of patience. I just have to be careful when we do it face to face, or I lose handfuls of hair."

Dwayne chuckled, then pushed forward. He'd patiently, lovingly lubricated and stretched Paul, then rested the swollen head of his cock against the slightly open hole before he asked the question. Paul sighed at he felt Dwayne's thick staff sliding deep inside him. "Oh, you are so good, babe."

Dwayne leaned down till his long, dark hair tickled Paul's back. He pressed a kiss to the back of his lover's neck. "You're just easy to please." Paul flexed, and Dwayne groaned. "Damn. Sometimes this is so good, I think I'd die if I wasn't already dead."

"Flatterer."

Dwayne began to fuck, slim hips moving smoothly in shallow strokes. "Anything?"

"Wait..." Paul shifted slightly, angling his pelvis. "Again." Dwayne thrust, and Paul gasped, back arching even more. "Oh, yeah! That's it."

Now that they'd found the right angle, things speeded up. Paul pushed back to meet Dwayne each time he surged forward. The dim room, far back in the bowels of the sunken hotel, was filled with the moist smacks of flesh meeting flesh. There were grunts, and occasional obscene endearments. Paul bent his elbow and rested his forehead on one arm, reaching under himself to grip and stroke his bobbing erection. Dwayne knew that this meant his lover was close to climax, and he redoubled his efforts, slamming into the cool tightness of Paul's ass almost viciously. They often made slow, sweet love, but their vampiric nature occasionally demanded something rougher--darker. It was given and taken with relish, and love.

Paul came with a grunt, his scarlet, blood laced seed splashing over his hand. As the strong muscles of his back passage clenched naturally, Paul bore down, squeezing for all he was worth. Dwayne threw back his head and rode his lover for all he was worth, teeth gritted, trying to eek out another minute of the maddening pleasure. He managed another dozen strokes, and then he was emptying himself into Paul's depths. Face pressed to the mattress, Paul gave a small, secret smile. He never felt so powerful as when he bottomed for Dwayne. Knowing that he could make his lover lose control was a major power rush.

They disengaged. Dwayne took the towel that had been spread to prevent a wet spot and used it to wipe Paul and himself clean. Then they settled down in each other's arms. It wasn't quite dark yet--they had about another half-hour. Dwayne rested his head on Paul's shoulder, and the bigger boy played with Dwayne's earrings, gently twisting one of the studs, then tugging at the lobe. "Dwayne?"

"Hm?" Paul pinched his ass. "Ow. What?"

"Don't fall asleep on me. I want to talk."

"Then talk."

"What do you think of David's new friend?"

Dwayne tilted his head to look up at Paul. "Marko? I like him."

"Yeah, I do, too. But what do you think of him? Would he fit in?"

Dwayne considered this carefully. "It depends on how you mean it. He gets along good with all of us, and there's already something between him and David."

"Yeah. You'd have to be blind not to see it. But his situation is different from what ours was when we met David. He has a family."

"So did I."

Dwayne's voice was flinty, and Paul felt him tense. He hugged the other boy, stroking him soothingly till he felt him relax again. "Yeah, but to hear him tell it, at least one of them actually gives a damn about him. He loves his grandfather. That comes through clear as a bell. I don't think he'd want to leave him, and Grandpa sounds like he'd probably come looking. That wouldn't be good."

Dwayne frowned. "No, it wouldn't. We couldn't allow that."

"And killing off someone he loves would sure play hell with the bonding."

"Maybe Grandpa could come along?"

Paul gave Dwayne a jaundiced look. "You really think Max would allow another father figure in the group?"

"Oh. Yeah, that was a stupid remark."

Paul smiled, giving him a squeeze. "You occasionally expect the best of the world, Dwayne. You'll learn." They were quiet for a moment longer. "I hope it works out. I feel kind of guilty about David sometimes. I'm so happy with you. I know we try to include him, but..."

"But it just isn't the same--I know. David needs someone to need him. Marko... If you read between the lines, I think Marko has been sort of supporting his family for a long time now. He never got the chance to choose to do it. And why do I have the feeling that nothing he could do would ever be enough for that bitch?"

"Whatever else happens," said Paul, "I want to eat her. Not for actual enjoyment, you know. It'd probably be about as pleasant as drinking rancid sardine oil, but damn it would be satisfying to know I'd taken her out of this world." There was a slight shift deep within himself--a subtle energizing. He looked up at the ceiling. "It's time."

They got up and dressed, then went out to the lobby. David was lounging on a sofa, boots propped on the ripped cushions. He gave them a casual wave as they came in. He sniffed, then smiled. "Nice to see that someone has gotten the evening off to a good start."

"What are we doing tonight, as if I didn't know?" said Paul.

"Smart ass." Paul bowed. David shook his head as he stood up. "Do you two need to hunt?"

"No," said Dwayne. "We, uh, grabbed a little something when we were getting the beer. David gave him a questioning look. "We were careful."

Paul nodded. "We took turns--one of us kept watch at all times."

"Where'd you put it?"

"Dumpster. They aren't scheduled to pick it up till the middle of next week."

"All right, but you know I don't like you hunting that deep. Next time, ask me first." Paul and Dwayne both snapped salutes. "Two smart asses. I think you corrupted him, Paul."

"I've done my best, sir."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Marko and Luther walked to the boardwalk together. They settled on a little hamburger stand--one so tiny that there was no inside seating. Instead there were a half dozen small picnic tables. It had been just after dusk when they'd arrived. There was going to be a free concert nearby, and the boardwalk was thronged. They took their food to a table near the railing.

Luther looked around as he munched. He looked over and watched Marko as he ate, studying the crowd that swirled around him. The boy was so eager for human contact, and he was so isolated. It just wasn't right. Ruth might as well have kept the child locked in a closet, for all the interaction he had been allowed for most of his life. The boy might not have been starved physically, but emotionally and socially? He knew that John had done what he could, and Luther had, too, since he'd come to the group, but it wasn't enough. Marko needed to interact with young people, people his own age.

Marko suddenly sat up straighter, his face shining. Luther followed his gaze to see what could inspire such eagerness. There were three boys coming toward them, weaving their way through the crowd. Two were blond, one was dark, and they were obviously together. It wasn't so much their physical closeness as it was a certain aura--an attitude. They spotted Marko, and all three gave answering smiles. They studied Luther as they came to stand by the table. Luther said, "Mark, these are your new friends?"

"Yeah." He pointed. "Paul, Dwayne, and David. Guys, this is Luther. He plays piano for the group, and he's my grandfather's best friend."

David quirked an eyebrow, but nodded cordially. "Nice to meet you, Luther."

Luther gestured at the table. "Please, join us."

"Don't mind if we do."

David and Dwayne sat opposite the two men, and Paul perched cross-legged on the table. David gave him a look, thumping the sole of his boot, and Luther said, "No, that's all right. It's nice to see someone being comfortable."

"Thanks, dude," said Paul. He leaned over and snagged a french fry from Marko. "It makes it easier to steal food, too."

"Are you boys hungry?" Luther started to reach for his wallet.

"We're cool," said David. "But thank you, Luther. That's very gracious of you. So, taking it easy before the showdate?"

Luther nodded. "We'll be setting up and practicing tomorrow afternoon. Ruth would have us drilling constantly, but even she has had to realize that would strain their voices. Since we're going to be performing in the open air, there's nothing to prevent you from coming around and watching, if you'd like." He smiled. "She can't run you off public property."

"Thanks, that would be great, but I'm afraid we can't make it." He noted Marko's disappointed look, and said, "It isn't from lack of desire, kid, believe me. It's complicated."

Marko hesitated, then, voice low, said, "There's no one looking for you, is there?"

Dwayne and Paul exchanged glances, then Paul said, "Not as such, no." He gave a sunny smile. "We wouldn't be able to hang here if they were. The cops make regular patrols, after all."

Marko relaxed a little. Though he enjoyed rebelling against Ruth and her hypocracies, he wasn't interested in drugs, and he had the feeling that was the only really serious activities the boys might have been involved in.

"Mark," Luther was gathering up his trash. "I'm going back to the motel." His voice was casual. "I think that John and I will need a little time to go over the arrangements again."

David said, "There's a nice little bookstore that's open late over on Turner Drive. Real quiet, lots of little secluded reading areas. People mind their own business."

Luther hesitated, then smiled. "Thank you. That sounds perfect."

"Luther, I'm going to hang out for a while," said Marko.

Luther frowned. "Will you be all right to get home? John or I could come back and pick you up later."

"He's going to be late," said David. "But don't worry--we'll provide escort service."

Luther nodded his thanks, said good-bye, and started back down the boardwalk. Dwayne said, "He seems like a nice guy."

"He is. He keeps me and John sane," said Marko. He leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his voice. "I'm pretty sure that Ruth knows about him and John. She's using one of the only good things in their lives to control them. I've been hoping for ages that John would find enough strength to leave her. I hoped that Luther would GIVE him the strength, but Luther has problems of his own. From what I've heard, he was raised in a family where Ruth would have been right at home. He's terrified of being seen as... different."

"How deep is he in the closet?" asked Paul. Dwayne and David both thumped him on the arm. "What? It isn't as if we don't all know what we're talking about, here. I don't want Marko to think he has to pussyfoot around us, pretend that things are different from what they are. He gets enough of that with the bitch, right?"

"Crude, but sincere--that's our Paul," said David dryly. "Sorry, Marko."

"No, he's right. It'd be a relief to just say it. He's in so deep that he might as well be in a sub-basement. Deeper even than John--or me."

He waited to see if there was any shock or discomfort expressed, but David just said, "At least you have the door open, kid. I think John and Luther have padlocked it from the inside."

"Yeah, well, when I hit eighteen, I'm bringing 'em a crowbar."

"A noble plan." There was a burst of music, and the crowd that had gathered before the stage roared in approval. Dwayne and Paul whooped joyously. Both hopped up and darted off into the crowd, moving in a manner that was as much dancing as it was walking. David stood. "Making a night of it?"

Marko's jaw firmed. "Yeah, I am."

"Then come on--let's have some music before."

Marko got up and followed him as they went in the direction the others had taken. "Before what?"

David put a hand on the small of Marko's back as they walked, and Marko shifted a little closer. "Whatever comes later, my friend."

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