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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"I'd like to see you try," Logan replied simply, meeting Joe's eyes with his own.

Joe grinned at that, then pushed Logan hard toward the bed before he went to the beside table and grabbed the handcuffs he had in the drawer. There was a stake there, too. And a cross. Shit he'd used against others before.

But he left them there and turned to Logan again, handcuffs in his hand.

Logan stumbled towards the bed, watching Joe as he dug through the drawer.

He took a small step back,when he saw what the other man had, but he didn't run away. he just waited to see what would happen.

"What? You don't wanna be cuffed to the bed?" Joe asked. "I'm just gonna pin you down, teach you a lesson or two." The cross might actually come in handy.

He advanced slightly, looking very faintly amused, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Logan took another small step back, though he still made no move to run or fight.

Part of him wanted it. Part of him was whispering how good it would be. Chained up under Joe while he payed for all the trouble he'd started...

Still, he knew Joe didn't want him to just give in. He was going to give the other man one last good fight before he gave in to his body's needs and wants.

"Do it," he said again. "Told you you could... if you can catch me and get me cuffed to the bed. If you can't? Well, then I leave and go look for someone who has the cojones to handle me."

As soon as Logan said do it, Joe had advanced, moving fast, grabbing him by the shoulder and shoving him back toward the direction of the bed. All he'd needed was that, not quite permission, but close enough, and he held the cuffs ready in one hand as he got between Logan and the door.

It wasn't going to be easy, but he'd do it. He wanted to fuck Logan now, he wanted to play with him, tease him, torture him.

Shoving Joe in return, Logan stumbled back and fell onto the bed. He was up fast though, one hand braced against Joe's chest as the other tried to take a swing at his jaw again.

Joe caught Logan's hand, but it knocked him slightly off balance. Holding onto his wrist, he shoved him again, trying to get him back onto the bed so that he could straddle him. He let go, then pushed against his chest, his entire body weight behind the motion.

Logan swore as he fell back onto the mattress, gasping softly before starting to awkwardly scramble away.

He wasn't going to get far. Not with Joe nearly on top of him like he was.

Joe managed to get one leg on top of Logan, pushing him down on the bed as he grabbed for one of his wrists. It wasn't easy to keep him pinned, especially as he was trying to scramble away, but he managed to get the cuffs locked around one wrist.

Logan growled at the feeling of metal around his wrist, and the sound of the cuff locking. It seemed to be enough though, and he took his defeat with what dignity he had left. He still squirmed, but he stopped shoving and kicking, his chin tilted up slightly as he sank against the mattress and waited for Joe to finish chaining him down.

Reaching up, Joe clapped the other side of the cuffs onto one of the rungs of the bed, then reached into the drawer to grab another pair of cuffs. He clapped the other pair down on Logan's other wrist, smirking as he straddled him.

Tugging on the cuffs to test them, Logan's eyes never left Joe. He studied the other man silently at first, then started to growl again as he wriggled and waited to see what the other man planned on doing with him.

The second pair of cuffs was locked to another bed rung and Joe leaned over to reach into the drawer again. He wrapped a cloth around his hand, then lifted the cross out of the drawer and just smirked at Logan. "Happy now?" he asked, holding it over his chest.

Shrinking back as much as he could while chained to the bed, Logan hissed a little at the mear sight of the cross. It wasn't touching him (yet), but his body seemed to simply know it didn't want it nearby.

"This is what you want," Joe said, touching the cross to Logan's skin, but only enough to cause a sharp hiss as his skin burned. "Isn't it? It's what you fucking want, you fuck."

Logan growled and then made a small sound of pain as the skin on his chest sizzles and burned, the cuffs digging into his wrists as he struggled to shrink away.

He couldn't bring himself to lie though. This had been what he was looking for. And even as he hissed and growled, it wasn't hard to see that he was still turned on by Joe.

Straddling Logan's hips, Joe held the cross just above his skin, then slid down his legs slightly. "You want me to remind you why you should shut the fuck up?" he asked and the cross grazed Logan's stomach. "You want me to leave marks?" It wasn't easy to leave a mark, but he could do his best.

"You can't leave marks," Logan argued, feeling his body shiver as he struggled to keep still. "It'll heal. Like the bones healed," he insisted, as if somehow he knew better than Joe.

"You wanna test that theory?" Joe asked with a grin. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed the full length of the cross to Logan's stomach and held it there, full contact, complete against his skin. The smell of burning skin was something Joe had grown used to.

Crying out in genuine pain, Logan's head fell back against the mattress as he fought to get his hands free. The metal of the cuffs just dug into his wrists though, and he whimpered helplessly as he tried to somehow get Joe off of him.

He was trapped though, at Joe's mercy, and eventually he stopped fighting.

"Stop," he gasped, his whole body feeling as if it were on fire as the skin on his stomach was scorched. Sizzling and scarring, as if he were being branded.

Pulling back, Joe just continued to smile very faintly, watching the burn on Logan's skin begin to puff out and swell, the skin bubbling and blistering. "It'll heal," he said simply, pushing a finger against it, just to make it hurt.

Squirming pathetically, Logan hissed a little when Joe pressed down on the burn. "Fucking asshole," he gasped quietly, his body still shaking a little as he looked up at Joe and tried to force himself to relax.

"You wanted it," Joe replied with a smirk, drawing his hands back and then ducked his head, licking a long stripe up Logan's stomach, dangerously close to the burn.

Logan bit back a moan at the feeling of Joe's tongue against his skin.

"I don't remember asking for you to burn me with a cross," he snarled, tugging on the cuffs again.

He could feel himself slowly starting to break though, wanting Joe to prase him, to tell him he was good. That he was wanted. He wasn't ready to admit it though, and he growled low in his throat as he bared his teeth again.

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