echolls_cursed | 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 didn't really answer then, all he did was lean into Logan, finding his mouth with his and kiss him deeply. Didn't fucking matter what he thought right now, he didn't care.

Moaning into the kiss, Logan reached out and grabbed hold of Joe's shirt, pulling him closer.

Joe shifted on the bed easily, leaning into Logan with a soft noise, his eyes closed. His hand slid down and pushed up under the material of Logan's shirt, fingers sliding over his skin.

"Tell me what you want, Joe," Logan smirked, pulling back a little. "Tell me what you want."

"Want to fuck you," Joe answered simply, leaning in again, tugging at the skin of Logan's throat with his teeth.

Growling, Logan pulled away as much as he could. "Was gonna let you, until you killed my pray. I found him, I led him here... You killed him. Why should I let you fuck me?"

"Because you fucking want it?" Joe asked in return, his hands grabbing at Logan's shirt, trying to tug him closer. "Good enough reason?"

"And what if I say I don't?" Logan asked, flashing his teeth again.

"You'd be a fucking liar," Joe answered. "I can smell it on you. Taste it. I'd know you were lying."

"Never said I wasn't a liar," Logan smirked. "I don't want you, don't want to be fucked by you. Don't want to feel you inside me... You're just an old man. Probably couldn't keep it up long enough to fuck me right," he pressed, pushing every button he could think of.

"Right," Joe answered with a smirk, mostly ignoring what Logan was saying. He didn't believe it, didn't believe a word of it and he leaned in, biting hard at Logan's throat.

Logan hissed at the bite, nails digging into the skin of Joe's arm as he tried to pull away.

It was all just a game though, an act. He wanted Joe. Needed him even.

"You're not fucking going anywhere," Joe growled, biting harder now, his teeth piercing Logan's skin. He sucked a bit of blood from him, groaning softly at the taste.

Edited 2008-01-05 04:12 (UTC)

"I'll leave if I want to," Logan snarled, clawing Joe's arm hard enough to leave deep red gashes.

"Then leave if you want to," Joe answered, because he really didn't think Logan wanted to go anywhere at all. He winced at the long marks left behind on his arm, but they began to heal and he bit at Logan's throat harder.

Logan cried out at the harder bite, and whimpered a little before calming himself.

"You wouldn't stop me?" he asked, giving Joe a challenging look.

"'Course I fucking would," Joe answered with a smirk, still trying to push Logan back onto the bed. "I'd try, anyway. Try real fucking hard."

Letting himself fall back against the mattress, Logan didn't look too convinced of that, but didn't argue. Instead he stretched out, like he owned the place or something.

Grabbing at the hem of Logan's shirt when he fell back, Joe pushed it up and ducked his head to the smooth skin of Logan's stomach.

"I hate this city," Logan mused as Joe pushed his shirt up. "I'm tired of it. Of the lights and the people..."

"So go somewhere else," Joe answered, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin along Logan's side. "Can go wherever the fuck you want now."

"would you come?" Logan asked with a soft hiss.

"Sure," Joe answered, because it didn't matter where he was in the world. Every place he stayed was just another place.

"Good," Logan replied simply, as if that was what he'd expected to hear.

Nipping harder at the skin along Logan's ribs, Joe tried to get him to pull off his shirt, pushing at it harder now, with more impatience.

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