echolls_cursed | Vampire AU Prequel

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Vampire AU Prequel

Logan didn't do bars, not often any way. Too many people, too much going on... too many girls sniffing for money rather than love. Usually he hated it, but tonight...

Tonight he just needed to get out, to have a few drinks and enjoy the city of LA for what it was. Mindless, soulless, and empty. Really, the more he dwelled on it the more Logan was sure those were exactly the sort of qualities he'd been looking for in home, and he grinned as he polished off his drink and left enough cash on the bar for tip and his tab.

Ignoring the many writhing and twisting bodies on the dance floor, Logan made his way to the exit, ready to head home for the night. Passing the pool table, he pushed open the door and stepped into the night. The streets were busy, but he didn't mind, he'd cut through the alleyway and take a shortcut home.

The lamp light flickered as he stepped into the darkened ally, blinking out just as he headed into the shadows. It was alright though, he wasn't scared, he wasn't some sweet sixteen princess with her virtue to worry about... Logan was tough. He was eighteen now, and he had no fear.

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"You sure?" Logan asked, running a hand down Joe's chest and wanting the older man to touch him again.

It was addictive, the feeling he got when he was near the other man. If he'd had a pulse, it would have been pounding... And as it was, every last part of his body was tingling.

Still, he didn't quite feel like he belonged yet. There was a strange distance between them still. Like something was... missing. Incomplete.

"Hurt me," Logan growled. "Take me home, and prove that you want me. That I'm yours. I need it. I need it," he said again, dragging Joe into another rough kiss, nipping at the other man's lips and tangling his fingers in his hair.

"Said I was full, didn't say I wouldn't fuck you again," Joe pointed out, fisting his hand in the back of Logan's shirt, stepping over the girl to get closer to him. And there sure as hell wasn't any argument from Joe when Logan gave him all those ideas, then dragged him in for a kiss. He returned it just as roughly, biting hard at Logan's lip, drawing blood that he licked off a second later.

Growling into the kiss, Logan rocked against Joe and moaned. "Good," he said as he pulled back, meeting Joe's eyes with his own.

"C'mon," Joe said, his hand still fisted tightly in Logan's shirt, then he tugged him away from the dead girl at their feet. "My place isn't far." Which he figured Logan would remember.

Logan just grinned and followed, letting Joe tug him along as they headed back the way they'd come.

Joe didn't waste his time this time around, he hurried along the street and he didn't give a fuck if he looked impatient. Mostly he was impatient, he wanted to get Logan up against the wall.

Logan laughed once they were outside Joe's, smirking a little as he waited for the other man to open the door. "You look... eager," he said. Not that he wasn't. He was. He really was.

"Learned already that you're a pretty good fuck," Joe pointed out, getting his door unlocked before he grabbed Logan and shoved him inside. "No reason to be patient."

Stumbling a little, Logan smirked, finding his footing andwalking backwards towards the bedroom.

He started to undress, losing his shirt first. "Damn good in bed," he grinned. "Good at everything," he decided with a cocky smirk.

"Good at having a fucking ego," Joe agreed with a snort of laughter, slamming the door shut behind them as he stripped out of his own shirt. He followed Logan closely, grabbing him again, his fingers pressing hard into his ribs.

"Damn good," Logan gasped, running his fingers lightly down Joe's chest. "It's a talent."

"You're a fucking natural," Joe agreed, then shoved Logan up hard against the wall and caught his mouth. The kiss was bruising, brutal, but Joe moaned into it desperately.

Crying out into the kiss, Logan held on tighter and started to moan. It felt good, it felt amazing. The pain even better than the pleasure.

Joe's hand fisted into Logan's hair and he yanked him closer, pinning him harder to the wall. "Fuck," he gasped into his mouth, knowing he was pushing him hard and unable to find it in himself to care.

Logan made another small sound in the back of his throat, but he didn't fight, not even a little. It was perfect. Just what he wanted.

"Get in the bedroom," Joe ordered when he pulled back and he stepped away, but he only gave Logan just enough room to move.

Logan seemed to hesitate, obviously not sure about how he felt about following orders. He went though, eventually, glancing back at Joe once before stepping into the bedroom.

Joe grinned at that, unable to stop himself, but he followed and pushed against Logan's chest, trying to get him over to the bed. "Wanna know why I really picked you?" he asked, voice low as he leaned in and bit Logan's shoulder.

"Why?" Logan asked, backing up a little ut not settling onto the mattress just yet. "Was it my dazzling wit? My impeccable style, maybe?"

"Wanted to fuck you," Joe answered. "I liked the way you looked, I liked the way you smelled and I wanted you. I wanted you like this. Up against my fucking wall, in my bed, feeding with me. You wanted to hear it, well there it fucking is. I wanted to have you."

"Then take me," Logan replied simply. "I'm standing here, half naked. Take me, Joe. Do what you want. It'll be good... I know it will. I want you more than I ever wanted anything in my life."

Instead of responding to that, Joe grabbed Logan and kissed him again, kicking off his boots, yanking at Logan's clothes at the same time as he tried to push him down on the bed.

Falling back onto the bed, Logn helped Joe pull off his clothes, kicking the, away so he could drag Joe closer as he moaned. "Fuck, Joe..."

Joe fell on top of Logan easily, his hands grabbing at him, still trying to get them both naked. It was hard to get his clothes off like this, but he couldn't stop kissing Logan either.

Once Logan's own clothes were off, he started to tug at Joe's, moaning at the sight of all the newly exposed skin. He nipped eagerly at Joe's lips, arching up against him and panting softly even though there was no need.

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