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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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.

When he felt one of his ribs crack, Logan whimpered a little, hissing as he felt it move around inside him.

"Cracking every bone in my body isn't going to be sexy, you know," he gasped, wincing as his body started to heal again. "It was interesting the first time, but-fuck-I'm sure you could think of something more creative and less... Disgusting or whatever."

"Fuck you," Joe replied, positioning himself between Logan's legs before he grabbed his hips and dragged him up just the slightest bit. "You like to tell me what you don't like, you like to bitch, but you sure as hell don't do anything about it."

"Didn't say I didn't like it, just said it wasn't sexy," Logan argued, clawing at the sheets when Joe dragged him back.

If Joe wanted him to do something, he'd do something.

Kicking hard, he caught Joe in the gut with his foot as he turned back over, kicking agian until the other man fell back a bit. "That what you want? Want me to do something. That's me doing something. I'm not bitching you idiot, I'm playing the game. I said I wanted it to hurt, I was giving you reasons to make it hurt."

Sitting up, he took a swing, still ranting as he moved closer, his whole body buzzing with the thrill of the fight.

"You made me this pathetic thing. Made me feel like I belong to you. Well that's not good enough for me. If you're going to own me, you have to earn it. I don't care how much my body wants to bend to your will, I'm gonna fight it until you prove you have the fucking balls to own someone like me. So yeah, I'm gonna fight you. I'm gonna bitch and whine. And until you beat me into submission and make me believe I'm better off being yours than on my own, I'm not going to stop. So why don't you do something. If you're so old and so fucking wise, I'm sure you can think of a way."

Joe doubled over when Logan kicked him, groaning, then came back at him, grabbing him by the throat because it was easy and he could pin him down. "You're gonna fight it?" he asked, still smirking, but he looked pleased. This was what he wanted. If Logan wanted Joe to prove something, Joe wanted Logan to prove something in return. That he did want Joe to take him over.

"Yes," Logan snarled, tipping his head back and trying to free himself from the other man's grip. "Until you make it so I don't want to."

"Think maybe you just wanna pretend you're hard to break," Joe replied and he got to his feet, grabbing Logan and dragging him along. They were both strong now, but he was stronger, only because of what time had done to him, and he slammed Logan hard against the wall.

Hitting the wall with a loud thump, Logan glared. "I am," he insisted, growling a little and looking like he might take another swing at Joe.

Joe ground his hips forward, rubbing himself against Logan, his cock sliding along his leg and he kept him pinned to the wall. If Logan wanted to hit him again, he'd take the hit, he'd welcome it, he'd fucking revel in it. He wanted it, maybe as much as Logan wanted Joe to prove that he could break him.

When Joe started to rub up against him like a dog in heat, Logan Jerked away as much as he could, and shoved him back roughly.

He didn't hesitate this time, he just threw another punch, his fist sinking into Joe's nose with a sick crack. Usually the sound would have turned Logan's stomach, but now? Now he almost got off on it.

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