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 returned the kiss a little softer, coming off as the picture of sweetness.

Hissing at the feeling of Joe's nails he nipped at the other man's bottom lip. He didn't growl or snarl though, Joe had earned the domenent role... Well, for the time being.

Logan wasn't one to play submissive for too long.

One of Joe's hands slid down over the burn and then over Logan's hip, his fingers pushing between his legs. His hand cupped his balls, squeezing just slightly harder than necessary.

"Too slow," Logan complained, gasping and squirming on the mattress. "Just fuck me already. Come on," he whined, hissing when he twisted too much and the cross grazed his side.

That was enough to shut him up again.

"You're so fucking pushy," Joe growled, but he pushed back, ducking his head between Logan's legs as he pushed his thighs apart. His tongue swiped a long line up his thigh, toward his balls, taking them in his mouth, his tongue and mouth wet and warm.

Logan would have answered, but all that came out was a deep groan. His body ached as he arched his back a little, and he squeezed Joe a little with his knees.

Joe fought against the squeeze of Logan's knees, but just slightly, his hands tightened on his legs. His tongue swiped out again, licking Logan's skin, breathing in deep even though he didn't need to.

"God you're a dick," Logan panted. "Just... just fuck me already. Fuck," he complained, done being quiet and good. If Joe wanted him to shut up, he could fucking well make him.

"What's the matter, old man? Dick not hard enough yet? They make pills for that now, you know. Or maybe you want me to fuck you instead, just like I did in that ally. Maybe you want to be the one chained down waiting to be fucked."

He was on a roll now. It would take a whole roll of duct tape to shut him up now that he'd started. Logan was all about talking trash. It was a talent.

"You're just fucking whining 'cause you're not getting what you want," Joe replied and he did a stupid thing by picking up the cross without the cloth, burning his hand as he pressed it hard to Logan's thigh. "So shut the fuck up before I use this on your fucking face."

His own skin sizzled and burned, blisters forming on his palm.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Logan kept going.

"Yeah, I'm fucking petrified," he said, forcing himself not to look weak by pulling away. "You're not scary. You weren't even scary when you were drinking me dry. You're just some old man with a thing for pretty boys."

Joe let go of the cross long enough to grab the cloth again, then wound it around his hand and picked it up, lifting it to Logan's face. He held it there, let it hover over his cheek as he grabbed one of his legs and pushed it up, lining his dick up. "You won't be so pretty after this," he pointed out.

"You wouldn't," Logan said, turning his head slightly to make sure it didn't touch him as Joe pushed him where he wanted him. "I know you wouldn't."

"Fuck you," Joe replied simply, smirking as he continued to hold the cross over Logan. Reaching down with his other hand, he grabbed his dick, guiding himself forward, pushing into Logan's body roughly. And then he touched the cross to his face lightly, just the slightest touch.

Letting out a choked sound, Logan turned his head away even more and closed his eyes. The cross was barely touching him, but it hurt, it really hurt.

It was nothing compared to how it felt to have Joe force his way inside him without any lubrication though, and Logan let out a soft sob as his eyes started to water.

One of these days he'd learn not to be such a prick and to keep his damn mouth shut.

Still, he'd asked for it. He'd said he wanted to hurt. And god, it fucking hurt. He wasn't going to forget this for a damn long time.

Joe growled low in his throat, but he pulled the cross away and left it on the bed again by Logan's side. The blisters on his hand hurt like a fucker, but he didn't say anything about them. He just grunted as he thrust into Logan, grabbing both of his hips as he thrust deeper into him, his hips driving forward.

Groaning, Logan found there wasn't much he could do. His hands were chained high above his head, and he could only move his body so much. He was greatful when Joe put down the cross though, and he found himself relaxing as Joe continued to fuck him.

It still stung and burned, but it was a good sting... a good burn, and Logan moaned as he tugged hard on his cuffs.

Joe's hands pressed hard into Logan's hips, holding onto him as he fucked him. His hand burned and stung, but it was healing, same as the burn on Logan's stomach. His dick slid deeper into him on a long thrust and Joe groaned, the sound deep in his throat as his hips snapped forward harder.

Crying out in pleasure, Logan hitched his leg up higher and forced his eyes back open.

"Touch me," he insisted, blinking up at the other man before crying out again and then starting to moan and gasp.

Joe didn't like being told what to do, so he resisted, refusing to touch Logan as his hips slammed forward, thrusting deeper into him. "Fuck," he groaned, then finally reached out and grabbed Logan's cock in his hand, stroking him roughly.

Logan could feel every inch of the other man inside of him, and his mouth hung open wantonly. It was amazing, just... perfect, and when Joe took him in hand, he whimpered in pleasure as he tried to thrust up into the other man's hand.

"Oh my god," he groaned. "Jesus... fuck... Joe."

Joe was stroking Logan harder than necessary, jerking him off as he fucked him. His other hand was still on Logan's hip, trying to drag him closer or pull himself toward him, whatever he could get. "Fuck," he growled. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

Logan held on for as long as he could, but soon he was coming, letting out a sob and a moan as he spilled into Joe's hand. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he found himself stunned into silence as he lay there, sucing in breaths he didn't need, and letting himself enjoy the way it felt to have Joe pounding into him, over and over as the pleasure continued to pulse through him.

"Fuck," Joe groaned loudly, pulling Logan through, his hand jerking him even harder now, watching as he came. He could feel Logan's muscles tightening around him, the sight of him sprawled out and chained to the bed more of a turn on than anything else. The burns on his body were still healing, the one on his face already gone and Joe ducked down, his tongue swiping over one before he came, burying himself deep inside of Logan as he did.

When Joe came inside him, Logan moaned again, tipping his head back. He could small Joe's arousal... he could smell everything, and it was better than anything he'd ever smelled before in his whole miserable life.

He felt complete with the other man inside him, and he felt a feeling of dread when he realised it couldn't last. Soon Joe would pull out, and he'd be empty again.

For a long time Joe stayed where he was, slumped over Logan's body, breathing against his damp skin, even though he didn't need to. "Fuck," he murmured again after a moment, giving another slow roll of his hips, feeling Logan's body still tight around him.

Logan gasped softly, eyes shut as he struggled to find Joe's lips with his own. "God, I wish you could just... always be inside me," he moaned, not caring how lame it sounded.

in that moment, he meant it.

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