Heathens

For heathens everywhere. Be free.

Happy Halloween!

-One-

The American Midwest, 2005

Anxious is the worst thing to be right before your first date with the hottie you've been crushing on for months. Makes a slutty little bitch all tense.

I took three deep breaths, the hot water from the shower making it easier to relax, and bore down. Pain rippled through my body for the briefest moment and I exhaled, the big, fat suction cup dildo stuck to the bottom of the shower pushing deeper into my ass. The silicone tip nudged my prostate gland and a weird sound gurgled from my throat as a sudden burst of pleasure made my cock twitch.

Travis, the guy I'd been obsessing over for months, was a tall, doe-eyed musician with an afro and a great smile.

I slowly began to work the dildo in and out of my asshole, moaning as my body opened up, ready to take Travis' dick. Water pounded my head and the synthetic smell of lube was intense from the heat. Not even that could keep my dick from getting hard. Thoughts of Travis eating my ass before he pushed his meat into me didn't help.

If I got the easy one out beforehand, I usually lasted much longer when the real action started. Jerking off was a good idea considering that I didn't want Travis to think I sucked at sex.

I picked up the pace on the dildo and grabbed my cock. Pleasure spread through my abdomen as I pumped it with my fist. I wanted to see Travis' pretty brown eyes roll back in his head when he came in my ass.

My balls tightened as I sank down hard on the dildo, the pressure that welled up in my hips and ass releasing in a shockwave of pleasure. Bliss pulsed through my cock and I came. Hard.

I swore as I pumped three big splurts of cum onto the shower wall, releasing my dick with a whimper and lacing my fingers behind my head. I wanted to get the easy one out. Not exhaust myself.

I slowly worked the dildo out of my ass and heaved myself upright, leaning against the shower walls as I gritted through the pins and needles in my legs. Post-nut clarity had already started to set in.

The shower head wasn't detachable. I'd have to remember to wipe the cum from the walls and put my dildo away. My brother always got so pissed at me when I forgot. Feeling came back into my legs again and I shut off the water and threw back the curtain, pre-date anxieties returning with the cloud of steam enveloping me.

I wasn't entirely sure Travis and I were going on a "date". He asked me if I wanted to hang out and "do Halloween stuff" since we both had Saturday afternoon off from the tire and lube shop where we worked. Of course I said, "yes", but I'd been too scared to ask if it was an official date.

I dried myself off and cleaned up the shower before slipping to my room. The dildo flopped to the floor when I tossed it on the bed and I laughed, half-grateful, half-annoyed, that my brother wasn't there to see it. Travis would think it was hilarious. Dick jokes were his favorite.

My good humor had faded as I got dressed; casual, but not sloppy in nice jeans and a black hoodie, my black high-tops just broken in enough to still look new and clean.

I wasn't even entirely sure if Travis was gay. I mean, I thought he was gay. I was pretty sure he wanted to have sex with men. Constant dick and ass jokes aside, Travis was one of those "straight" guys who would press his leg against yours when you sat next to him, or come up behind you and rub your shoulders while he moaned or made crass comments. He'd gotten more careful about rape jokes after someone complained, but he'd still slip one in from time-to-time if he knew he could get away with it.

But no homo.

Unless the other guy was down for it.

His eyes got wide and his pretty lips formed a perfect "O" the first time I said that. In fact, it took him almost a whole minute to laugh.

Travis was obnoxious and immature, but that's only because he was young. He'd graduated high school last summer, his nineteenth birthday not even til March. And his dad's family was very religious even though Travis did not appear to be. Growing up in that kind of shit was brutal.

I grabbed the dildo and threw it in the closet, trying to shake the scared out myself.

Travis was insanely hot. And good at his job. Nice to old people, kids, and dogs. Not to mention talented. He played the country-rap songs he'd created once, and while that kind of music wasn't my thing, it was hard for me to conceal how impressed I was.

Maybe if I fucked his brains out, he'd write a song about me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I locked the front door, the jack-o-lanterns my brother and his girlfriend carved already collapsing in on themselves. I nudged one with my toe, grimacing when my shoe made a hole. It must've been a bad sign, some kind of Halloween curse, because the text message I received from Travis read as follows:

What's up queer? My friend Ethan knows a guy who can get us *puff-puff* I'm on my way to you then we'll pick him up.

Definitely not a "date".

-Two-

Ethan turned out to be a weasel-eyed douchebag with a brick for a head and dishwater gray hair that he wore cropped close to his scalp. If not for his emo attire, he would've blended in with the tan interior of the car. He wore a red-and-black flannel buttoned to his throat, black skinny jeans about a quarter of an inch too short at the ankle.

Travis grinned when his friend climbed into the rear passenger seat of his rumbling green Honda Accord. "What up?"

Nathan peered at me, his curious hostility almost enough to make me roll my eyes.

Travis looked perfect in a denim jacket, red-and-white baseball t-shirt crisp and clean underneath. He'd made two pin pricks on his neck with a red marker, saying he was the victim of a vampire bite for Halloween. He backed the car down the driveway.

"Are you gay?" Ethan didn't miss a beat as he fastened his seat belt.

Neither did I. "Yeah. Suck dick and everything."

Travis froze, mouth a cute little "O" as he stared at me with wide eyes.

Ethan's face went slack with shock for the briefest moment before he composed himself, squirming in the backseat. "Don't you know what the Bible says about being gay?"

I could tell by the way Nathan had applied his eye-liner that he was trying to make his eyes look bigger; less weaselly. Call me homophobic, sexist, whatever, but straight guys don't wear make-up as well as him. He probably knew exactly what the Bible says about being gay. So did Travis.

I shrugged. "I don't give a fuck what the Bible says."

Ethan blinked twice before bursting out laughing.

Travis actually flinched. "Josh, man, you shouldn't say stuff like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Why?"

He looked at me like I was being deliberately obtuse. "Because - "

"Nah, man," said Ethan, rolling down his window as we turned onto the main thoroughfare. "Live your truth and all that. Be yourself."

I glanced back, pleasantly surprised by his free-spirited words. But as soon as I opened my mouth to agree, Ethan ruined it.

He gave me a snide smile. "Even if it lands you a front row seat in H-E-double-hockey-sticks."

I snorted, refusing to take the bait. "At least I'm not emo. You can't tell me guys who wear drug store eye-liner end up in heaven."

Ethan scowled and Travis clicked on the radio with his worst fake laugh. When I caught his eye, Travis gave me an apologetic grin, shrugging.

He cleared his throat. "So how do you know this dealer? Friend of yours?"

Ethan hocked a huge luge at some trick-or-treaters before launching into a detailed explanation of how he met Dan, the guy he bought weed from.

-Three-

The twenty minutes it took to drive to Dan's proved to be some of the longest of my life with Ethan becoming more obnoxious by the second. He shouted obscenities at children in costumes and cat-called their mothers. When he grew bored with that, he switched to gay jokes, Travis' laughter only encouraging him.

What's the difference between a gay guy and a freezer? A freezer doesn't fart when you pull the meat out of it!

So much for my date with a hottie.

I could always count on middle American homophobia seasoned with religious guilt to ruin my good time.

How do you get a gay guy to fuck a woman? Shit in her cunt.

Travis' laughter ended abruptly as he glanced over at me like he was nervous.

I whipped around. "Where'd you learn how to flirt? Church camp? Are jokes that haven't been funny for twenty-five years how guys in the closet signal to each other?"

Ethan's face twisted into something even uglier as he leaned forward, gripping each head rest. "You watch your fag-"

"Hey!" cried Travis. "We're here. Look. Fifteen forty-two Winchester Lane. That's the address, right?"

Ethan gave me one last hard look before he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. He made it halfway to the porch steps before cupping his hands around his mouth to shout at three boys all dressed up to beg candy from their neighbors. "Hey! There's a homo in this car and little guys like you are his favorite! Better steer clear!"

I ground my teeth, fed up.

Travis rolled down his window. "Come on, man. Give it a rest. Let's get what we need and go."

Ethan leered at me before bounding up the steps of a red-brick house, shabby pick-up truck in the driveway.

I unfastened my seat belt with a click. "My brother will pick me up at that gas station on Market."

Travis leaned back in his seat. "Josh."

I opened the door and moved to get out. "I wish I could say I'm sorry to leave you like this, but-"

Travis grabbed my other wrist. "Josh, I'm sorry, ok. I thought Ethan was cool. I didn't know he would be such a dick to you."

I pulled my arm away, but didn't get out of the car. "No? Well, you sure are yucking it up over there at all of his stupid jokes. It would be one thing if they were actually funny, but they're not."

"Look, man." Travis rubbed his hands over the steering wheel, eyes far away as if he couldn't find the right words.

I pulled the door shut and waited for him to speak. My expectations were low at that point, but I was desperate to know that I'd been reading the signals Travis had been sending the past few weeks correctly. It was an issue of pride.

"Ethan's a dick." Travis smiled, coy. "In a bad way."

"Yeah, no shit." I snapped. "What're you doing even hanging out with a guy like that?"

"He gets the best weed."

I rolled my eyes again and reached for the door handle. Like I didn't know where to get weed. All Travis would've had to do was ask.

He rested his hand on my shoulder, its weight warm and comforting. "We'll let him smoke us up. Ride around in the car for a little."

I turned toward him and he inched closer, fingers brushing the back of my neck. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe or think straight.

"Then, we'll take him home." Travis' eyes were wide and dark. "And me and you can spend some time together."

My pulse pounded in my ears as my stomach turned. He'd actually said that. I'd heard it loud and clear. He leaned in and I went for it.

Travis' kiss was all the things: sweet like the first bite of your favorite candy bar after trick-or-treating; hot like the first spark that blew open the universe. Tender. Like an apology. He was sorry for all the teasing. Sorry for bringing a douchebag on our first date. Sorry he wasn't brave enough to be himself in front of other people.

His lips were warm and full, hand gentle on the back of my neck as he held me close. My body burned for him and I teased the corners of his mouth with my tongue.

Travis gasped and pulled away, doe-eyes soft and warm as his lips rounded into that sexy little "O". My cock stiffened as I wondered what those pouty lips would feel like wrapped around my dick.

Just when I began to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Ethan leapt from the porch steps with a loud whoop, holding what looked to be a quarter bag of marajuana high in the air.

Travis startled, scooting as far away from me as he could get. He yelled out the window. "Get in here, you dope."

Ethan pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. "You better be nice to me. This is my weed."

"HEY!"

Ethan spun around, face slack with fear. Through the back window, I could see a man standing on the curb across the street, the group of kids Ethan had screamed at a few yards behind.

"We gotta get outta here," I whispered. "Forget the weed."

"Are you out here hasslin' these kids? Get the fuck outta here before I beat your asses."

Ethan flung himself at the door, cursing as he pulled it open and flopped inside on the back seat.

"Go!" I slapped Travis' shoulder. "Go!"

He gunned the engine and started backing out, the open door alarm pinging as Ethan struggled to close it. I laughed as we pulled away, my lips still tingling with Travis' kiss.

-Four-

I didn't know who Dan was or even remember where he lived, but I did know that he sold good weed. Ethan rolled a joint and we smoked it as we cruised through town, the three of us laughing at nonsense through a hazy cloud of pot smoke. Before I knew it, we smoked another, and suddenly I was giggling along with Travis at Ethan's awful jokes and illiterate opinions.

It was dark by the time we rumbled into a residential neighborhood, trick-or-treaters tucked away safe inside their parents' houses.

"Good thing, too," I said. "There's a couple crazy pot heads on the loose."

Travis started laughing as he slowed to a stop, intersection deserted. He smiled at me. "Are you high or what?"

I wriggled close and gently gripped his leg, just above the knee. "I'm a horny pot head."

Travis didn't laugh, but he closed his eyes as he leaned in for another kiss.

Ethan punched both head rests and stuck his block head in between the seats. "Hand check!"

Travis flinched away from me and I balled my hands into fists, furious. Ethan just laughed and opened the car door, whooping before he took off into the night.

"What the fuck?" I watched with horror as he ran onto a porch and snatched a jack-o-lantern.

Travis started giggling as Ethan ran toward the car. "This guy is crazy. I always have a good time when I hang out with him."

-Five-

Travis was deaf to my half-mumbled protests as Ethan stole six more jack-o-lanterns and loaded them into the trunk of the Accord. That, or he was just too stoned to do anything other than what Ethan said.

The weasley little skeeze rolled another fattie and shared it with Travis as we rode along. I was still so ripped from before that I refused. And I didn't want to accept anything else from Ethan. Worst of all, Travis was completely ignoring me.

Ethan blew smoke in my face. "Chill out. We're almost there."

Travis finally glanced at me, eyes heavy with dope. "Yeah, man. We're just gonna do this one really fun thing with Ethan and then he's goin' home."

"Then you two queers can have this little love bug all to yourselves."

It was either that or go home with blue balls.

I sighed and settled into the passenger seat. "This better be quick."

Travis giggled as we pulled off the road, parking alongside a sidewalk. Gnarly trees extended into the dark sky, bare branches twisted and somehow sinister. A few yards away, a staircase led up to a walking bridge that ran directly over the highway. The streetlights overhead were ghostly pale as the traffic roared below.

He grinned. "We're here."

Ethan hopped out of the car with a whoop and ran around to the trunk, Travis fumbling for the release. My heart sank as traffic rushed by.

Fuck.

"There we are." Travis found the release.

"Hell, yeah!" bellowed Ethan.

How had I gotten myself into such a stupid situation?

Travis rubbed my shoulders. "Doin' ok, there?"

I suddenly remembered that I'd been trying to make things happen with my crush.

His hand slid to my chest and down my torso, the back of his hand brushing my crotch as he caressed the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes and groaned as quietly as I could, leaning back.

And far as I could tell, I was doing a pretty good job of it.

Ethan ran up the steps to the bridge, jack-o-lantern falling apart in his hands.

Travis paused, shaking his head as a sleepy smile spread over his face. "I didn't think he would actually do it."

"What?"

"Throw pumpkins at cars."

I smacked his hand away as Ethan roared with laughter, screeching tires and honking horns almost enough to make me stroke out. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Ethan ran down the steps toward the car. "One more and we have to move on. You want this one, Trav?"

"Be patient, man." Travis held up his hand. "We just have to wait this out."

I rubbed my face in my hands, angry enough to scream. Never again would I go out with a jerk just because he had pretty brown eyes.

I sucked a deep breath through my nostrils. "Why did you bring me here, Travis? What the fuck? I don't understand you. What do you even want from me?"

Travis rubbed at the marks on his neck, eyes wide as he glanced out the windows. A creepy feeling came over me and the hair stood on the back of my neck.

"One, little two, little three, little pumpkins," sang Ethan as he charged up the stairs.

"Just wait," said Travis.

My mind was still stupid from all the pot, but I couldn't shake the suspicion that something was off. More squealing tires and car horns nearly gave me a heart attack. I unfastened the seat belt and threw open the car door, but the horrified look on Travis' face was enough to make me stop. I was terrified even though I couldn't explain why.

The sound of wings overhead made me duck and Travis went deathly pale. He began to tremble as he licked his lips.

"Travis," I whispered. "What the fuck is going on?"

Ethan shrieked like a little child, the fear in his cries impossible to ignore.

My heart contracted painfully in my chest as I begged myself to wake from the nightmare. Travis put his hands over his ears and began the Lord's Prayer.

Panic gripped me and I moved to get out of the car and run. "What the -"

The screaming stopped and so did Travis. I sat perfectly still for a moment, breathing ragged as Travis and I stared at each other.

Something heavy crashed onto the hood of the car and splattered all over the windshield.

Travis began to scream and sob.

Something had a block head and beady eyes, chest and throat torn open. Ethan was dead. It made no sense. A heavy thud landed beside Travis' window and the car door was ripped away from the frame.

"You." The deep voice echoed with a strange resonance.

Travis cried like a sinner at the gates of Hell. "I did it. I brought them. You have to let me-"

My body went limp, dread forcing a pathetic whine from my chest.

"You brought bad blood. Rotten souls taste the worst." A red-eyed man, complete with a bloody mouth and hands, grabbed Travis by the front of the shirt and yanked him out of the car.

Another man crashed down beside them, leathery wings folding behind his back. His mouth and hands were bloody, but his eyes were pale yellow. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I prayed to a God I didn't even believe in.

"No," wailed Travis. "I brought you another. Take him."

I was too terrified to feel hurt or betrayed.

The red-eyed man plunged his hand into Travis' chest, flesh ripping and bones crunching as he pulled out my crush's still beating heart. He held it high overhead and grinned, revealing wickedly sharp fangs. Travis seized, eyes rolling as he shuddered.

Maybe I'd died in a fiery, drug-related car accident and gone to H-E-double-hockey-sticks.

Red-eyes took a bite of Travis' heart like it was an apple while his yellow-eyed counterpart grabbed my crush and bit into his neck. Travis' limbs twitched as his life left him and I fell backwards out of the car. The hard ground knocked some sense into me.

I scrambled to get up, the wet, sucking sounds on the other side of the car turning my arms and legs into jelly.

A dull thump made me sob. Travis was fucking dead, too.

"Where's the other?" A rush of wings filled the air.

Red-eyes peered at me through the open car doors. He grinned and I moaned, stumbling as I stood and began to run on shaky legs.

The other man landed in front of me. "This one smells much better."

I fell to my knees with a shriek.

Red-eyes leapt over the car like a cat and grabbed me by the back of the neck, holding me up while I kicked and screamed. "What do you think, Sergi? Shall we save him for later?"

"No! Don't eat me," I begged. "Please."

Sergi licked blood from his fingers. "He's a pretty one. Has an interesting soul."

"No!" I clawed at the cold hand that held me as I thrashed to no avail.

They carried me into the trees, leaving my dead counterparts to rot alongside the road. I didn't want to die. Especially not at the hands of those two, whatever they were.

Sergi watched me with his strange eyes and a sense of calm came over me that I couldn't explain. He didn't want to eat me. I stilled and the red-eyed man set me down but didn't take his hand from the back of my neck. He was very handsome in jeans and a dark pull-over hoodie. Fair-skinned. Delicate. Dark hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves.

"I've had enough." Sergi wiped his mouth with a handkerchief he pulled from the pocket of his dark slacks.

He was beautiful, too. A real midwestern prince with a strong jaw and light hair. He wore a dress shirt beneath a gray sweater that was way too big for his slight frame.

Red-eyes pulled me close and licked my face.

I twisted in his grasp, just as amused as I was afraid. "At least tell me your name first."

He chuckled and pressed his icy cheek against mine, whispering. "Nikolai."

Sergi approached. "How does he taste?"

"He's just as damned as we are. Down right abominable." Nikolai rubbed my shoulders. "But far braver than his friends."

I shivered with pleasure, unable to take my eyes from Sergi's as he stepped close. I knew everything was all wrong, that Travis and Ethan had died gruesome deaths at the hands and teeth of the strange-eyed men caressing my body, but the calm that weighed down on me was heavy and my mind and emotions dulled.

Sergi laid his hand over my crotch and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and sucked on him, a metallic taste exotic and frightening.

"Take care of us and we'll let you go," whispered Nikolai.

He kissed my throat and I sighed, scared and turned-on all at the same time. Sergi pulled away and undid the front of my jeans, smiling as he slipped his hand inside. He gripped my cock and I grunted, immediately hard.

"Is that a 'yes'?" Nikolai left a trail of kisses over my jaw.

The rational part of me was still aware enough to know that I was in danger; that I shouldn't trust the men who double-crossed Travis. But what else could I do? I was high. Possibly bewitched. And completely at the mercy of two horny monsters.

My chest heaved as Sergi pulled my cock free and pumped it in his fist. I gasped. "Yes."

Nikolai kissed my cheek and moved to push my jeans to my ankles, undoing the fly of his pants as he took a half-step back. Sergi's eyes bored into mine and I couldn't look away, my soul laid bare before him as he stroked pleasure from my body.

He released my shaft at the base and cupped my smooth balls, rolling them between his fingers as he pulled me close. He kissed me softly on the lips, voice low. "Suck me."

I pressed my mouth against his and pushed my tongue inside, hand groping the front of his slacks. A big hard-on strained against the material.

Nikolai grabbed my shoulder and licked my ear before pushing me to my knees. He jerked a huge, uncircumcised cock with an upward curve and a plum-like knob.

Sergi cupped my cheek in his hand and forced me to look up at him. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."

I fumbled with his slacks as Nikolai pressed close, kissing the side of Sergi's face as he lifted his sweater and shirt, exposing a pale, lean body. They whispered to each other in a language I didn't know, my cock impossibly hard and already leaking precum. I kissed Sergi's cool, smooth abs as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, a fat uncut rod with a big bell end slapping my chin when it popped free of the material.

Nikolai chuckled softly as Sergi grinned, the prince cupping my cheek with one hand and grabbing his dick with the other. He gently slapped me with his cock, moaning as he teased my lips with his rigid member. I kissed his tip, pleased when I tasted precum.

Sergi grunted as Nikolai kissed his face and neck. "Suck me."

I took Sergi's knob into my mouth, teasing the rough underside with my tongue and swirling it around the tip. He threw his head back with a curse, skin ghostly pale in the moonlight. I closed my eyes and began to bob up and down, hand on my own cock as I tasted bitter precum.

Sergi brushed his knuckles over my cheekbone, voice raspy. "You look so fucking sexy with my dick in your mouth."

Nikolai rubbed his lover's chest, red eyes bright in the darkness. "Take him deep."

I sucked a deep breath through my nostrils and took as much of Sergi's length as I could, pausing when his tip breached my throat. My muscles contracted and I pulled back, breathing deep as I tried to keep myself from gagging.

"There's no hurry," whispered Sergi, still holding me. "Take your time."

I fell into a steady pace, slowly working him deeper and deeper as he grunted and groaned above me, yellow eyes hypnotic and dreamy. His bell knob slid into my throat and a spike of pain made me gasp, muscles tightening against his presence. Tears trickled onto my cheeks as I struggled not to gag.

Sergi grabbed the top of my head, hushing me as he held me in place. "Relax. Just breathe."

I peered up at him and he groaned, gently pressing my head as I breathed deep.

Nikolai stroked his impressive length. "Pretty puppy eyes."

I took Sergi all the way to the base, his cock twitching inside my throat as he swore, breathless. I moaned, my own dick throbbing with need.

Sergi shuddered, legs shaking as he tugged my hair. "I'm so close."

Nikolai kissed his lover's shoulder. "Don't cum until I tell you."

I pulled back until Sergi popped free of my throat and gently bobbed up and down as Nikolai moved behind me. He knelt, hands rubbing my hips and thighs as he kissed my shoulders. I moaned and Segi gripped his cock at the base and pulled away, trails of saliva and precum connecting my lips to his engorged member. His foreskin hung away from his mushroom tip.

"Nikolai loves to tease me," Sergi caught me by the chin and wiped the mess away with his thumb before shoving it into my mouth.

I sucked it clean, swearing when Nikolai reached around and took my cock in hand, giving it a gentle tug.

He pressed his hard-on into my back. "Get down on all fours."

Sergi pulled his hand away and slapped my face with his throbbing erection, two fangs bright in the dimness. "You better do what he says."

I sucked his tip into my mouth and teased it with my tongue, loving the way he shuddered and grunted. Taste for human flesh and blood aside, Sergi was a man, and the ability to make such a man whimper with lust and pleasure made me feel powerful.

Nikolai pressed on my shoulders and I gave Sergi a final kiss before bending over at the waist, dirt soft and cool beneath the palms of my hands.

Sergi whispered to Nikolai as he gripped his cock and dropped to his knees. I didn't know exactly what he said, but I could tell by the whiney need in his voice that he was ready to cum. My dick bounced against my stomach and Nikolai spread my ass cheeks, the note of approval in his murmur making me shiver with pleasure.

I puckered my asshole and Nikolai swore, pressing my hole with his thumb. I bore down and he slipped inside, gasping when I gave him a playful squeeze.

"You've been messing around back here already," said Nioklai, deep voice raspy. "Relaxed, lubed, and ready to fuck."

I glanced over my shoulder. "What're you waiting for?"

Nikolai bent down and buried his face in between my cheeks, licking and sucking at my asshole. A groan rumbled from deep within my chest and Sergi giggled, breathless as he grabbed my cheek and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was difficult to concentrate on giving head while Nikolai fucked me with his tongue. I bobbed up and down as best as I could, moaning and slobbering all over Sergi's dick while his lover teased me.

"I wanna see you cum with a cock in your ass," whispered Segi.

I glanced up and marvelled at his terrible beauty, yellow eyes bright and wild as his fangs glinted in the weak light. Being attracted to someone that I was so afraid of was bizarre.

Nikolai gave my ass one more hard probing with his tongue and backed away, breathing ragged as he slapped my cheeks with his cock. Sergi's member popped from my lips and I twisted my head around as Nikolai pressed his dick in between my cheeks, the base of him against my taint.

I moaned, his flesh oddly cool as his veins pulsed. His cock poked out from between my cheeks as he began to pump his dick between them. Pleasure spread from my asshole and my cock dripped precum onto the ground.

"Nikolai," moaned Segi. "Please."

I locked eyes with the red-eyed monster and he pulled back, pumping his rigid member in his fist as he lined up his huge plum-head with my eager hole. He pressed into me with a grunt and spanked my right buttock. I groaned, Sergi pushing his cock into my mouth as I bore down.

Nikolai moaned and murmured under his breath as he slid deep, our balls slapping against each other. The bulbous tip of his cock pressed into my prostate and I shuddered, sexual bliss spreading deep inside my abdomen. It wouldn't take me long.

Sergi twirled my hair around his fingers and pulled me toward his cock. "I'm gonna cum down your throat."

We fell into a steady rhythm, Nikolai's hard, steady thrusts forcing Sergi's cock deep. It took everything within me to concentrate on breathing through my nose and working my ass around the cock stuffed inside, bearing down when Nikolai pushed in and squeezing when he pulled out. Pleasure welled up in my abdomen as he fucked me and Sergi's fat rod was impossibly hard in my throat.

"Nikki," breathed Sergi. "Please, Nikki."

Nikolai grunted, his cock pulsing inside my tight ass. "Cum."

Sergi pressed the back of my head and held my jaw as he moaned on the edge of bliss. I took him all the way to the base, peering up at his handsome face. It looked even sexier when it was twisted up in rapture. His cock spasmed in my throat and he swore, cumming hard.

I couldn't taste his essence, but I felt its wet creaminess as I swallowed it down. Sergi shuddered and swore with every spurt of cum. He finished with a deep sigh and pulled his cock free, leaving me with a mouthful of his essence.

Nikolai bottomed out with a grunt and I squeezed him as hard as I could, earning a hard slap on the ass. "Fucking slut."

Sergi traced the outline of my cheek bone with his thumb, voice soft and dreamy. "Show me."

I opened my mouth, cum puddled on my tongue.

Sergi groaned and pushed my jaw closed. "Swallow it."

I did, licking my lips when I was finished.

Nikolai's grunts became savage, his thrusts bordering on the edge between pleasure and pain. Pressure welled up in my abdomen and hips. He bottomed out and I moaned, my whole body tensing as my balls tightened.

Sergi moved behind me, creeping forward on his knees. The sounds of kissing heightened my desire and a hand on my cock made me whimper.

"Cum," demanded Sergi, jerking me.

Every muscle in my body tensed as ecstasy erupted within me, pressure releasing as I came. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shot out of my dick and my ass contracted so hard around Nikolai's cock that it hurt. He cried out, voice raw as he came. His cock twitched and throbbed inside my tight ass, every thrust releasing another shot of his essence. He pulled out with a sticky squelch.

They caressed me as I gasped, sleepy feelings heavy. Before long, they helped me to my feet.

Sergi pulled up my underwear and jeans before kissing me. "Run home, little heathen. Fly free."

Nikolai kissed the top of my head before they both disappeared in a cloud of smoke, the sound of wings making me duck and whimper. I wasted no time. I ran. I had to get the hell out of there before the police showed up.

-Epilogue-

I called my brother from a gas station and he picked me up. I shrugged off his questions and blamed my late-night wandering on a bad date. He left me alone after that. The following morning, I packed a bag and emptied my checking account before heading west. I left a letter for my brother, but I never heard a word from him. I like to think he's trying to protect me.

I followed the murder case surrounding Travis' and Ethan's deaths for years. Somehow, I was never mentioned. Their phones were never found. No one was ever arrested, nor were their gruesome deaths ever explained. It was obvious that no ordinary human could do what had been done to the bodies. Conspiracy theorists and monster hunters eventually began posting Youtube videos about vampires and even aliens, but no one with power ever took those claims seriously.

Travis had uploaded his music to Myspace right before his death and it blew up after a paranormal investigator eventually found it. A strange cult-like following cropped up around the guy who tried to feed me to a couple of vampires and I didn't know how to feel about it.

I bummed around the west coast for years, reading and working odd jobs when I needed the money. I eventually ended up in South America where I wrote vampire novels and gay erotica. My time there was mostly happy, but I could never shake the suspicion that I was being watched.

-The End-

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