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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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.

Joe laughed, then bit down hard on Logan's skin before he touched him with the cross again. Just a light touch this time, just enough to burn before he pulled it back and licked the red spot that was left behind.

Logan responded differently to the lighter burn, hissing and then moaning softly. If he could have blushed, he would have, as it was he turned his head away in embarrassment.

Biting at his skin again, Joe's tongue then soothed over the burn, avoiding the skin that was slightly lower that had actually blistered. "Can you feel it still?" he asked, glancing down at it briefly. "Does it fucking hurt?"

Logan nodded and made another small sound, still avoiding making eye contact with Joe. His toes curled a little and he squirmed slightly, waiting for whatever came next.

Joe shifted up, pushing the cross against Logan's skin again, a sharp, short burn, the smell and sizzling of the skin burning pulling another smile from him. His tongue followed the path, stroking over Logan's burned skin.

Letting out a short mewl of a sound, Logan gasped and closed his eyes. His hips seemed to move without his permission, lifting off the mattress in search of contact.

"Joe," he panted.

Joe pulled back, not letting his body touch Logan's when he felt his hips push up. He let the cross drop to the bed, but he kept it nearby, close enough to burn Logan if he moved over too far to his right. Then he bit down on his side, just below his ribs, blood trickling gently down his skin.

Gasping again, Logan shuddered and let out a low whine. He wanted more. He wanted to be touched. Wasn't he being good? Hadn't he earned it?

"Please," he said finally, letting out a soft and pathetic sound as he looked up pleadingly at Joe.

With a smirk, Joe dropped his hips back down, moving up Logan's body, still straddling him. He drove his hips down against him, feeling Logan's cock hard against the inside of his thigh.

Logan moaned loudly at the contact, trying to get more as he rubbed up against the older man.

"Feels good," he murmured. "All of it. Feels really good... Please, Joe."

Joe's hips pushed down harder, grinding against Logan, his own skin rubbing against the burned skin of his stomach that was slowly beginning to heal. "Fuck," he groaned quietly, his body shaking as he pushed down.

Moaning louder, Logan twisted in his restraints, trying to push up against Joe even more. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, wincing a little as joe brushed against the burn.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Joe decided, his hands moving over Logan's body, fingers brushing the cross just enough to burn his own fingertips. He didn't make a noise of protest though, simply stared at Logan. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you."

Logan made no sign of protest at that, he just met Joe's gaze with his own. After all, even if he'd wanted to say no, which he definitely didn't, it wasn't as if he had much choice.

"You want me?" he asked softly, swallowing hard and needing some sort of assurance that he was wanted, that he'd been good, after being burnt like that. It was stupid, he knew it was, but Joe had won. He'd broken Logan, just like he'd said he would, and now Logan needed to know it was okay.

"Yeah, I want you," Joe growled softly, his hands squeezing harder on Logan's ribs. His nails raked against his skin, dragging over his ribs before he leaned in and kissed him hard, the motion bruising and rough.

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.

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