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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Joe's hand tightened, but then he let go after a moment, hips thrusting forward harder. His hand slid down, his fingers tightening around Logan's throat, squeezing tightly. Logan didn't need the air, but the gesture was still the same and he squeezed harder.

Logan took awkward and panic filled breaths at first, his body still adapting to the whole not needing air thing.

The way Joe was fucking him, he felt like he was being ripped in two and he tried to push back into ech one, even though Joe's grip on his neck was holding him firmly in place.

Joe grabbed one of Logan's legs and lifted it, hooking it over his hip as he continued to hold onto him tightly. His hips slammed forward, thrusting into him deeply, groaning at the feel of Logan's body tight and warm around him.

Logan wanted to cry out, but Joe's grip on his throat was too tight. Instead all he managed was a weeze and a choa=ked sound. His wrist had healed fast, and soon he had both hand's on Joe, trying to free himself as he whimpered and lefted his leg higher still.

Joe fought back, grabbing at Logan's free hand, still struggling to hold him down and pin him to the bed. He growled low in his throat, his hips snapping forward harder, thrusting deep into him. "Fuck," he rasped, squeezing Logan's throat hard enough to bruise.

If Logan could have made a sound at that point, he'd have moaned loudly.

As it was he squeezed his eyes shut and reached down to take himself in hand. His whole body was tingling... he was so close.

Joe's hand dragged further down Logan's throat, nails scratching his skin, drawing blood. He watched as Logan began to stroke himself, panting harder, his hips driving forward, slamming into him.

Gasping for air he didn't need, Logan forced himself not to come yet. He stroked himself once... twice more, and then roughly, without warning, shoved Joe away.

The older man had been crazy if he'd really believe Logan would be content to just lay there and get screwed like some blow up doll.

Throwing a hard right hook, he knocked Joe off balance, drawing his leg back to get free. A moment later and he was on top of Joe, fighting for dominance, even though he knew he couldn't win. ...Didn't want to win.

"Fuck," Joe ground out, sounding startled, but he took the hit, his head rocking back. It hurt, but he didn't mind the pain and his jaw clacked closed noisily before he grabbed Logan in return. Holding onto one of his wrists again, he tried to push him off and pin him to the bed again, but Logan was strong.

Lifting one hand, Joe backhanded him, not hard, but hard enough.

Logan looked a little surprised by the slap. Which was stupid seeing as how he'd started it... Still, he looked a bit like a scolded pup for a moment, growling softly but not attacking again.

Joe pushed again, his entire body arching up against Logan's body. "You still wanna fight with me?" he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly, pushing up harder.

"Not afraid of you," Logan said. "Can't hurt me now." He let Joe push him back though, relaxing a little.

"Then maybe you should try a little harder to hurt me," Joe replied with a smirk before he shoved Logan down on the bed. "C'mon, hit me back."

Logan glared a little at that, and with almost no hesitation, threw another punch, catching Joe's jaw with his fist. "How's that?" he spat.

Joe's head snapped back and when he looked at Logan again he was grinning. There was blood on his lip, but he didn't hesitate to lean down and kiss him again.

Licking the blood from Joe's lip, Logan returned the kiss slowly, as if he was waiting for Joe's next move.

"Turn around," Joe ordered against Logan's mouth. He wasn't sure if he'd get a fight in response or if Logan would comply, but he was definitely interested in seeing what he might do.

"What if I say no?" Logan replied, giving Joe a challenging look.

"Then I'll make you turn around," Joe replied, pulling back just enough to meet Logan's eyes. He held his gaze steadily, watching him, waiting for him to respond either way.

Logan smirked.

"Make me," he said simply, making it clear he had no intention of turning over if Joe didn't back up his threat.

Joe's mouth quirked up, but it was the barest hint of a smile before he grabbed Logan by the hair again. Dragging their bodies close together, he slid an arm around Logan and tried to turn him around.

Logan struggled hard, digging his elbow into Joe's side as he fought to stay as he was. Joe was stronger though, and soon Logan was face down on the bed, squirming and pouting.

Pressing one arm down hard against Logan's back, Joe made a low, angry noise in his ear, although he wasn't really pissed. He loved exerting power, especially over someone he'd turned. "Told you I'd make you," he growled quietly.

"Very impressive," Logan replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You seem to like it," Joe replied with a low laugh, his arm still pressing hard against Logan's back and for a moment, just a brief second, he pressed hard enough to crack a rib.

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