Vamps Behaving Badly

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Pairings – Marko/Star

The rest of the gang were clomping down the stairs of the cave, arms laden with packages. They all looked passably clean, having taken their post-feed dip in the ocean before heading to the town centre to hit the shops. Paul’s hair was still damp. Laddie had a new t-shirt on and Dwayne’s ebony mane was tied back in a ponytail.

“Catch, girl,” Paul called out, hurling a package at her. She caught it and inspected what it was she was holding. It was a bundle of pressed burgundy sheets, neatly wrapped in plastic.

“Egyptian cotton,” the blond surfer bragged, passing her another set. “Four hundred and forty thread count. Hotel quality linen. Expensive as all fuck but that’s what the ladies like. ”

“Listen to you, Paul – you sound like a connoisseur of sheets. You only know that ‘cause the saleslady told you so,” Laddie jibed him, carrying his own parcels. He thrust those at Star. “I got pillowcases. And blankets.”

Dwayne loaded more articles into her arms. “We actually went into a manchester store. Us. Boys. In a chick store. Picking out linen. With heaps of other chicks around. We didn’t feel like idiots at all,” he said sardonically. “Accept our apology, yet?”

“Absolutely,” Star said, impressed with their choices. “You’re forgiven.” Carrying a tower of linen almost as tall as she was, she staggered towards her bedroom.

“You’re welcome!” Paul pronounced from behind her.

“Thank you, boys,” Star belatedly replied. Marko chivalrously took some the load from her and helped her dump it all on her bed. Star looked appreciatively at him.

“Thanks, Marko. Ooo, nice coat,” she added, noticing his new attire.

He ducked his head shyly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the thigh-length dark brown suede coat he’d persuaded Dwayne to buy him. “Like?”

“I like. Way more style than your other one,” she remarked, stroking the velvety texture of his sleeve. “And it goes with your eyes.”

“That’s what I said,” he joked, taking his hand out of his right pocket and extending it towards her. A silver object glinted in his palm. “Will this do?”

Star picked up the item and examined it. It was a curved stainless steel belly bar with spikes at either end.

“It was the only one I could find that didn’t have flowers and butterflies and girly shit like that on it. You’re still gonna do it, right?”

Handing it back, Star assured him, “Sure. I’ll do it. I’m shocked you’re actually going to let me.”

“I trust you,” Marko said with a smile, pocketing the jewellery. Then he turned serious. “Did he…Did you…? You know,” he prompted Star, eyes questioning.

“Yeah. I told him,” she answered, wondering where David disappeared to. There was more than one entrance to the hotel. There was the one with all the DANGER signs around it and there was another one higher up, leading from a tilted balcony. He could have flown out of either one of those and gone who knows where.

“Well, what did he say? Did he touch you?” Marko persisted, wanting to know if David laid his hands on his new girlfriend. David had touched Star, all right, quite intimately, but she wasn’t going to tell Marko that because he didn’t need to know.

She shook her head. “He didn’t hurt me. I’m still not quite sure how he’s taking the news, though.”

“Where is he anyway?” Marko asked, glancing nervously around as if expecting the older vampire to storm in any second, rip his spinal cord out and turn it into a belt.

“He WAS here,” she said absently, craning her neck at the ceiling. “He’s definitely gone. But I don’t know where he went. He just did a vanishing act.”

“Well, that’s good…I guess,” Marko said, happy he didn’t have to face angry David yet. He was not looking forward to that. “You want a hand to make the bed?”

“Yeah,” Star smiled and handed him a package. “Since you’re gonna be here sleeping with me.”

“Is that right?” Marko smiled back. “What if I don’t want to?”

Star parried with, “Oh, because sleeping in Egyptian cotton sheets on a nice soft mattress is much more uncomfortable than hanging upside down from a splintery pole with your feet. Doesn’t the blood rush to your head? Don’t you get a headache?”

“Only for the first five minutes.” Grinning, Marko ripped open the plastic package with his teeth and tipped the contents out. He stopped and cocked his head, gazing at Star with devilment in his eyes.

“You know what we should do BEFORE we make the bed?” he said, pulling her towards him. He murmured in her ear what he wanted to do.

“Marko, we can’t!” Star objected in a reproving whisper. “The boys are out there.”

Marko opposed her view with, “Ain’t nothing they haven’t seen before, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was different,” Star replied, turning pink. “I’m not high now. I don’t want an audience.”

“They’re not gonna come in here,” Marko returned positively. “They know what we’re doing and they’ll leave us alone.” Music blared into the air as one of them switched the stereo on. “See, they can’t even hear us now.”

“And what if David comes back?”

“I’m willing to take my chances,” Marko said, nibbling her earlobe. “Besides, we can be quick.”

“I got a better idea,” Star stated, removing Marko’s hand from her breast. “How about you and me make this bed and then go to the lighthouse where we can be alone. Would you like that?”

Enthusiastically, Marko extolled, “Oh yeah. You are MY kinda woman.”

“And then I can feed afterwards,” Star said, feeling her stomach rumble. “I’m starting to get really hungry.”

“I’m hungry for you,” Marko expressed lasciviously, smacking her on the ass.

Giggling, Star threw another bunch of sheets at him. Eager to be alone, they made the bed in record time and had enough linen to make up Laddie’s old bed too, just in case Star got her wish of a sister joining the club. Then they told the others they’d be back later and with the boys guffawing and yelling rudely at them to use protection, Marko grasped her hand and took to flight, leading her out of the cave into the night air, over the dark, rolling ocean and straight to the lighthouse past Hudson’s Bluff, the place where David had caused many an unwary mortal rival to ride off the sheer cliff on their bike and come to grief on the rocks below.

Having visited the Santa Carla lighthouse before, Star knew to keep her eyes away from the rotating cornea-frying beam or she’d be blinded. Marko’s coat flapping in the wind, they landed on the deck that circled the lighthouse, on the opposite side of where the light was shining. Star smoothed her windswept locks back and untangled her earrings from her hair.

“I love this place. It feels like you’re on top of the world,” Marko said, leaning over the railing and taking a deep breath of that fresh sea air. “C’mon.” He led Star inside, out of the breeze and shut the door behind him.

“So, do you come here often?” Star remarked, peering at the clever layered-glass gizmo that produced the far-reaching beam of light from a single bulb. From inside where it all began, the light wasn’t deadly to her sight. Only when it was magnified outside did it become dangerous.

“If you mean have I brought any other girls here, then no,” Marko answered. Shrugging, he acknowledged, “This is where I come to brood about you.” And whack-off, he silently added. If he looked closely enough, he could probably make out dried-up traces of his own cum on the floorboards.

“You don’t have to brood anymore,” Star said, turning around to face him. “You got me now.”

She held out her hand to him and Marko curled his fingers around hers, pulling her up to his body. He flung his arms around the girl, fierce elation and love flooding his chest. He held her carefully as if she was a precious ornament made of delicate crystal and he didn't want to break her.

“I guess I do,” he uttered next to her ear, head swimming with her unique fragrance, thinking how lucky he was to be the one holding her, instead of David. He couldn’t help asking, “What did you tell him? Did you tell him about me?”

“Let’s not talk about David,” Star discouraged, hushing her voice, as if the very mention of his name would cause him to appear. “I just want to enjoy this time with you.”

“Sorry,” Marko replied repentantly. He dug in his pocket and retrieved the barbell.

“You wanna put this in now?”

“Now?” she repeated. “I thought you wanted to...you know.”

“Think of it as foreplay.”

Smiling, Star took it from him. “Foreplay, huh? Oh. I need a needle.”

“Got it.” Also from his pocket, Marko fetched the same needle that Dwayne had stuck through his tongue. It was a triangular leather-punching one, prefect for piercing body parts. It had been used a number of times but was still quite sharp.

“Well, you thought of everything,” Star assented. “Okay, lie down for me.”

Compliantly, Marko took off his coat and draped it on the wooden floor like a picnic rug, then sat down on it and leant backwards, stretching out his legs until he was reclined on his back. He folded his hands across his chest, waiting expectantly. Star knelt down, sitting on his thighs, clutching her instruments. The beam of light slowly travelled over their heads, providing plenty of illumination for the surgery she was about to perform. Star rumpled up the front of Marko’s black shirt, revealing the plane of his taut belly. Unlike Paul and Dwayne, he didn’t have that track of fur under his navel and his naked skin was warm and silky-smooth, like a boy’s, only he had the hardened musculature of a man underneath. There was a blue vein under that skin, forking down his stomach and disappearing behind his jeans waistband. She placed the jewellery on his upper abdomen and asked, “Ready?”

“Go for it, babe,” he grinned. “Stick that sucker in.”

Despite the fact that some of the gang members had used it in the past, Star didn’t bother to heat the needle up with a lighter until it was red-hot to sanitise it because Marko was an immortal being and he would never catch an infection from it or any other person. None of them would. Marko watched her actions curiously with his brown eyes as his thumb habitually found his mouth and he began chewing on his nail. Taking a steadying gulp of oxygen, Star pinched the top section of Marko’s bellybutton between her fingertips, gathering a few millimetres of skin. With her other hand, she took the needle and brought the point of it to the underside of the piece of skin she was gripping, in front of her thumb. Marko held his breath so his stomach didn’t move. With a confident motion she jabbed the point through the flesh and removed her forefinger as the needle broke out the other side, on top of Marko’s navel. At the rush of cold pain stabbing up the centre of his gut, Marko jolted and sucked in a quick lungful of air through his teeth. It was exactly the sound he made in the throes of passion. What Star was doing to him was turning him on big time. Pain was sexy. He already had a hard-on from it. And he wasn’t alone in his feelings. Star was getting aroused too. By his own admission, Marko would not have gotten a belly ring of his own accord. He was doing it for her. Knowing that she was allowed to put something through Marko’s flesh purely because she wanted to do it gave her a heady sense of power. Like she was marking him, branding him as hers. This was the vampire equivalent of an engagement ring.

Leaving the thin length of metal embedded in Marko’s skin, Star got the barbell and screwed off one of the spikes on the end. The other spike was soldered on permanently because that was the bottom part of the body jewellery. She brought the unscrewed end of the barbell up to the underneath of Marko’s punctured flesh, where the eye of the needle was sticking out. She knew she had to do it fast, before Marko’s skin had time to heal over. Extricating the needle, she followed its retreating path with the curved barbell and inserted it into the new hole. More pain shot through Marko’s torso as she put it in but he knew it was only transient. He wouldn’t have to deal with an itchy, sore, weeping navel for days like a mortal would. His wound would be healed in minutes. As the threaded surgical-grade stainless steel bar poked out the other side of Marko’s skin, ruby fluid welled up from the site and trickled into the hollow of his navel. Finishing the job, Star screwed the second spike back on securely and surveyed her work, sucking the blood off her fingers. One spike sat in the angelic vampire’s bellybutton, the other above it. The bar connecting them was hidden in his flesh.

“It looks hot, Marko,” she complimented him. “Just like I knew it would.”

“Yeah?” Marko squinted down at himself, liking the spiky addition he saw in his tummy, the light glinting off the twin points. It made his fit, flat belly appear even more attractive. He wanted everyone to see it. He’d have to think about getting some more of those cropped shirts he used to wear in the 80’s. Or not. Maybe he’d keep this sight just for Star. After all, she was the artist who put it there.

“Thank you,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

“My pleasure.” Star’s lips turned up at the corners and she swept her long ringlets over one shoulder before leaning down. She cradled Marko’s small waist in her hands and gently pressed her mouth to his piercing. It had stopped bleeding and a little puddle of blood had collected in his navel. She carefully licked the coppery liquid from around the barbell, cleaning it up, and then lapped it out of the centre of Marko’s bellybutton while he groaned. Her tongue and lips on his still-tender flesh caused unbearable shocks of eroticism to course through his body, making his abdominal muscles tense and his dick twitch.

“You have got a gorgeous belly,” Star murmured to her boyfriend and kissed the vein in his stomach. It was throbbing under her mouth, in time with his racing heart. The pressure of her touch on his waist and the kisses on his stomach were soothing but not nearly enough to quench his impatient thirst for the girl he had loved from afar until recently. He sank his hands into her hair and dragged her up to his face. They stared at each other as if memorizing their individual features. Star was once again stuck by the ravishing looks that nature had bestowed upon Marko. With that springy nest of gold hair, those big expressive chocolate eyes, the slope of his aquiline nose, the beauty spot on his chin and that sweet, succulent mouth, he was like a living work of art, like an angel from a renaissance painting. Everything about him was perfection; he was like a statue brought to life.

“Oh, Marko, you’re so beaut-” she began to say but he silenced her by slanting his mouth to her red lips. It was something he had been itching to do ever since he brought her here. Anyway, she was the beautiful one in the lighthouse, not him. Least, that’s what he thought. Star kissed him back with a growing fervour, brashly thrusting her tongue into his receptive mouth, not a hint of shyness in her whatsoever. Marko could taste his own blood in her mouth. As they kissed, the couple ignited a burning fire and their impatient touches stirred the coals of their lust. Star’s fingers tangled through the hair at the nape of his neck and she slid a hand up his shirt, charting the expanse of his hairless chest, tracing his male nipples, feeling his heart slamming against her fingertips. One of Marko’s hands was kneading her bottom and the other was sliding up the front of her top, caressing her breasts, his seeking fingers sending tingles up and down her spinal column. Star could feel his maleness pulsing against her, wanting to be inside of her but barred by the jeans they were both wearing.

Releasing her mouth, Marko whispered, “Stand up. Take your top off.”

His pupils were big, his eyes turbulent with desire. He was panting softly, lips parted. Star lifted off him, stood up and pulled her green satin top off, letting the material fall to the ground as he watched with yearning in his face. He got up from the floor and grabbed the back of his own shirt, yanking it over his head. Both of them clad in only their jeans, Marko took her hand and made her walk out onto the deck with him. He turned her around to the railing that encircled the lighthouse and she held onto the edge of it. Marko unfastened her jeans and tugged them and her panties down her coltish legs to her ankles so she was essentially standing there nude in the moonlight, sea breeze blowing the tendrils of her hair about and giving her goose pimples. Crouching, Marko’s lips touched her left ankle and journeyed upwards, depositing little sucking kisses and darting licks on her calf, the back of her knee, her thigh, her buttock. His hands followed his mouth, caressing her perfect skin. He did that to her other leg, all the way up to the small of her back, finishing with a swipe of his tongue along the valley leading up to her tailbone. He caught Star sighing his name on the breeze like a prayer and stood to his full height of five feet seven inches, fingers weaving in her hair, bringing her ear to his mouth, murmuring to her.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

Star nodded, eyes bright, colour high in her cheeks. Marko’s hand trailed down over her right breast, fingertips playing over her nipple, down past her navel, through the fluff shadowing her sex. She nuzzled against the smoothness of his clean-shaven cheek, writhing against his tempting fingers, trying to get them to do more than just tease her but he kept torturing her with a feather-light touch. He nudged her thighs further apart, as far as the denim around her ankles would allow, his fingers dipping fleetingly through the chestnut curls into the wetness between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. He’d learnt from past experience that he had to prepare girls for his girth or he would hurt them. And he didn’t like hurting girls. But he did like to drive them crazy. He spoke to her again, lips grazing her ear, causing her to shiver.

“Say please.”

Star always despised David when he made her beg for sex because she felt humiliated afterwards but with Marko she would do it willingly. She would tell him how badly she wanted him because it was true. Earlier that evening, David’s fingers had started something in her but she wanted Marko to finish it. But not with his hand.

“Please,” she whimpered, her plea nearly inaudible over the roar of the ocean. “I want you so much, Marko.”

Please, my angel, she added telepathically, sending her words into his brain.

“Good girl,” he granted, bending her over the railing, her nipples touching the chilly metal and puckering to almost-painful pebbles. Star looked down and saw the ocean crashing far below her on the rocks. She wasn’t afraid of falling. Marko wouldn’t let her fall. Even if she did, she could just fly back up again. She was too caught up in the excitement Marko was creating in her to care about something inconsequential like that. The male vampire unzipped his jeans, took out his hardness and poised it at her entrance. Holding her hips in his hands, her jerked her backward and sheathed himself inside of his girlfriend from behind. At the snug, slick heat encompassing his dick, he hissed, the sound overshadowed by the waves but he heard Star’s drawn-out moan of pleasure, felt her shudder at the exquisiteness of being impaled with his bigger-than-average width. He began to move within her, slowly at first to get her accustomed to his largeness, then with a building urgency, listening to Star’s desperate noises, coaching him on. Every time his cock sank into her and his lower stomach butted into her ass, a ripple went through Star’s soft body and he could feel the tremor under his palms. Marko’s teeth were on his bottom lip, biting with inexpressible sensation as his eyes closed and his head fell back, his thick pole sliding in and out of that slippery tunnel, tight as a fist around him.

You feel so good, Starbaby, Marko told her with his mind. Do I feel good to you?

You know it, Star returned. You don’t have to ask.

With the spiritual, psychic link they had developed after sharing their life forces, Marko felt how Star felt, knew her pleasure as she knew his, their passion eclipsing the waves smashing down below and the wind swirling around them.

“Harder,” Star growled throatily like a tigress in season, pushing back against his pelvis and fully meeting each of his thrusts as he pounded into her, rougher and rougher, her knuckles white from hanging onto the railing so tightly. If she was mortal he would have bruised her internally but she wasn't and so Star relished every second of the pleasure-pain, letting it consume her until she was a mindless creature of pure physical need. Surrendering to the sultry animal sensuality between them, Marko couldn't contain his emotions and began moaning in unison with her as he leant over his cinnamon-eyed minx, his arms going around her, his bare chest and stomach against her back. The ascent to nirvana climbed higher and higher. With each slam of his hips Star could feel the spikes of Marko’s belly ring digging into the skin along her lower spine, like little teeth.

“Hang on, Star,” Marko ground out next to her ear, belly hard and ridged with the effort of ramming into her while simultaneously trying not to propel her over the edge of the railing. His face was contorted in a grimace.

“I’m come-coming...”

Hearing Marko’s breathless warning, Star joined him, shouting a banshee cry of release that was snatched out of her mouth by the wind. They both came hard in a frenzied climax, Marko gasping into her wildly blowing hair and battering into her as his seminal fluids gushed forth inside the brunette girl like champagne out of corked bottle, Star shaking and spasming violently in his arms, her inner contractions squeezing out every last drop of the angelic male’s spunk. After that exhaustive combined orgasm, they clung together, Star held securely in Marko’s steady embrace, she clinging to the railing like a rock oyster while their breathing and pulses slowed to a normal pace. Well, normal for vampires. They let the wind cool their feverish bodies down and evaporate their sweat.

After a while, still connected at the groin, Star turned to look at Marko over her freckled shoulder. “Um, Marko? People can probably see us up here, y’know. We’re on the highest landmark in town and we’ve got a big-ass light shining on our bare butts.”

“I don’t care,” Marko decreed, kissing her upper arm. “I want everyone in Santa Carla to know that you’re mine and that I love you.”

“How do you do that?” she pondered, wonder in her eyes.

“What?”

“Be so darn sweet. If you were any sweeter you’d have to come with a calorie-counting label.”

With a grin, Marko stated, “Comes naturally, I suppose.” He gently withdrew from Star, tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up. Feeling wetness running down her thigh at Marko’s withdrawal, Star tore off her own underwear and mopped it up, tossing the soaked panties over the railing to be swallowed by the waves. While she could not get pregnant, being a vampire did not mean she could avoid the residual mess of sex, unfortunately. While she pulled her jeans back up Marko ducked inside, throwing on his coat and fetching her green satin top. Back outside, she covered up her top half and then Marko drew her to him and then wrapped the front of his coat around Star, enveloping her in the chocolate suede, hugging her close, keeping her warm. She was around the same height as him but Marko didn’t care as long as she wasn’t taller. He’d never go out with a girl taller than him or he wouldn’t feel like the man in the relationship. They stood, gazing out over the sea, the moonlight reflected on the constantly moving surface of the water. The breeze ruffled through his yellow curls.

“That’s one fantasy crossed off my list,” he said contentedly to Star. “If I’d known it was going to be this good, I would have stolen you off him long ago.”

“It doesn’t matter. You can make up for it,” she offered generously.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will,” he said with a sparkle in his eye. “Many times.”

“You’ve sated one thirst, you beast you,” Star jested, “but I’m afraid there’s another I have to quench.”

She needed to feed. It was not yet painful, as it would have been after a few days of starvation but nevertheless, it gnawed constantly at the stomach, like a dog at a bone. It would have been nice to make love again but her belly was protesting vigorously at its emptiness and they could always get naked later. That’s if David didn’t commit vampicide and murder them both for their indiscretion. Marko came with her into town and watched from the shadows as she lured a deserving mortal into her waiting arms, one of the street rats that ate out of trash cans and that nobody would miss. It seemed as if she was just kissing the boy’s neck, holding him in a lover’s embrace. The kill was performed quickly, efficiently and quietly. Not a drop of blood was spilt, not a scream was uttered. Marko was awed by her professionalism. They flew back to the cave, thinking that David must be there by now and that they had to be soldiers and face the court martial.

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