It was dark, close. Gill tried to breathe and found his mouth filled with dirt. Coughing, terrified, and desperate, he clawed at the loose dirt like a madman until he finally found a shred of something brighter. Finally he surfaced, gasping, chest heaving as he dragged himself free of the earth. Gill breathed for a movement, focusing on absolutely nothing but just drawing air into his lungs at last. The last thing he remembered was searing pain, a dizziness that left him barely able to keep his eyes open, and the certainty that- "Oh," he whispered before blinking and looking around. It was almost funny. Almost.

Gill was surrounded by tombstones and sitting on a pile of loose dirt, dirt he had just thrown aside. The hole he'd come out of himself was nothing special. No marker separated it from any of the other open spots nearby. Just a hole in the ground. Reality set in, and Gill stared down at his dirt-covered clothing. He sucked in an experimental breath, but that seemed normal enough. He pressed fingers to his neck and felt the beat of his heart, slightly erratic with his uncertainty and the near-panic welling up inside but otherwise normal. Tentatively Gill examined the skin on his throat by touch and found it smooth, unmarked save for scars and a healing wound that were expected. Nothing fresh. No gaping wounds, no blood.

"Doesn't make sense," he muttered, uncertainly standing and finding that his limbs obeyed without any protest save for some slight cramping. He didn't understand what could have happened or why he was walking instead of rotting. If he was a vampire, he wouldn't be breathing. The same, he was fairly certain, was true of zombies. //So why the hell am I on my feet instead of being underground?// Dazed, confused, and wishing he wasn't alone, Gill started walking without having any clear idea of where he was going.

Mike was a ray of sunshine. It was eternally, almost unwavering true. The young vampire never seemed to be anything but warm and happy. It was one of the things that Damien had found so absolutely and utterly irresistible about him. But when Damien made his way out of the club and headed back toward home, he saw Mike walking down the street, dirt beneath his nails, shirt smeared with blood, and knew that something was more than a little wrong. He hurried forward and took hold of his childe's arms to force Mike to look at him. Their bond wasn't even necessary to read the sadness that rolled off of the asian vampire in waves. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Mike's face was stained with bloody tears, and he couldn't bring himself to meet Damien's gaze. He trembled, not even sure he could tell his sire what had happened or why he felt such an overwhelming sense of loss. "Last night, I met a mortal," he started, his bottom lip quivering. "He was sweet and pretty and... he needed me so much. I like him a lot." Mike finally lifted his eyes, finding Damien blurred before him thanks to the emotion pouring out of him. "Someone killed him... drained him dry... I... I asked him to be careful, but... it wasn't enough." He shook his head, adding sadly, "I couldn't save him."

No jealousy could overcome how it broke Damien's heart to see Mike upset, and he gathered the younger vampire close without a second's hesitation. "I'm so sorry..." He gently kissed Mike's hair and ignored the scent of blood and dirt clinging to his childe. "We'll find out who did this." Beyond his concern for Mike, Damien didn't appreciate anyone being so stupid as to put all of the Lima vampires in danger. The police wouldn't tolerate anyone being killed and discarded in such a way. Even if the body had been hidden, someone so out of control, so stupid... that was a danger. "Tell me what you need and it's yours."

Mike was torn with indecision. He did not want to return home because his apartment was filled with the mortal's scent and would only bring him memories of Gill. Blinking bloody tears from his eyes, he turned his haunted features to Damien again. "Your place? Can we go there? I... really don't won't to be alone right now." Mike had known from the start and accepted that Blaine was Damien's favorite. However, it was clear that Damien cared for him, and right now what he needed most was the comfort his sire offered. //Gill...// He would never forget that lovely face or those enchanting eyes.

"Of course. Come on." Damien slid his arm around Mike's waist and began leading him away. His childe was in no shape to be alone or trusted to lead the charge. It seemed that both of his offspring had been entranced by mortals of late, but where Blaine seemed to have found a buoyant, happy sort of connection, Mike was suffering the truth of being with a mortal lover you could never truly protect. Perhaps the reality of the situation would bring the truth home to Blaine. Mike said not a word as they moved through the night. He looked utterly broken, numb to the world. "We're almost there."

A few blocks away, Gill was slowly beginning to realize where he was. He recognized the neighborhood. Mike's building. He was close to Mike's building. The thought made his heart jump. Somehow he thought that if he could just get there, everything might somehow make sense. The mortal shuffled along faster, praying that he wasn't so lost after the strange night that he was making up the route in his head.

Mike paused, forcing Damien to stop. "Wait..." There was something in the air, a familiar scent not too far away... //Gill...// A faint glimmering of hope, which vanished just a quickly as it sparked. //It can't be. You're just imagining things. He's gone.// Another wave of sadness enveloped Mike and he urged Damien, "Let's hurry, please?" He wanted to get off the street, out of the night and try and forget the misery that had settled on his heart.
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"Yeah, sure, baby. Whatever you need," Damien agreed, leading Mike along toward the building. He didn't know what had spooked his childe, but it had left him looking even more morose. Gently he kissed that smooth, dark hair again and pulled Mike tighter against his side, holding the door open for the other man when they arrived at the building.

There he was! Gill opened his mouth to call out just in time to see the stranger kissing Mike. The gesture was fond, familiar. They were together, had been for a long while from the look of things. He felt like an absolute idiot. He had thought that Mike really liked him. He'd gotten himself killed over someone who already had a guy. The idea brought up a burst of hysterical laughter that ended in a rough sob as Gill turned and began walking again with no idea where he was really headed.

Mike was so relieved to be off the streets and inside Damien's apartment that some of the tension coiled between his shoulders melted away. He remained deeply troubled over Gill's death, the sadness he felt rolling off him in palpable waves. He shuddered and wiped at the dried blood caked under his eyes. "Is this why you told us not to get involved with mortals?" he asked his sire. "Because they're too fragile?"

"Yes," Damien answered gently. He sighed and guided his childe toward the bathroom. "We need to clean you up. The authorities would be less than understanding finding all this." They had to be careful. There were rules to be followed if they were going to be out and proud. "Mortals are useful, and they can be excellent friends, but romance is... dangerous. And the sort of mortals who frequent clubs... You notice that you and your brother came from more congenial circumstances? It's not coincidence." As he spoke, Damien stripped away the soiled fabric carefully and turned the water on to warm in the shower. "The ones at the bars all seek death to some degree. If they look hard enough, they'll find it. I'm just sorry that he hurt you this way."

"He didn't hurt me," Mike insisted. "His death did." It was painful to talk about it, to be reminded about losing Gill. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. A part of him, maybe foolishly, had thought he might be able to fulfill the need Gill was seeking. Another wave of sadness washed over Mike as he stepped into the shower and under the steamy spray of water. It did little to warm him or ease the grief. Mike shuddered, gathering his arms around himself as a fresh bout of tears stained his face with blood.

Damien shed his own clothing and stepped into the shower, pulling Mike close. "Shhh, it's alright." He didn't bother telling Mike that there would be others. Probably hundreds of others as time went on. For the moment, he knew that Mike probably wouldn't believe a word of it. It felt like the end of everything, losing someone. "I don't ever want you to have to feel this again." Damien sighed and began carefully cleaning the blood and dirt from Mike's skin, from under his nails, finally shutting off the water and taking the same patient approaching in drying them both. That done, he led Mike back into his bedroom and drew his childe close against his chest. Drawing the covers up over them, Damien whispered, "Sleep. Rest. You're safe, and I'm here."

Mike nodded against Damien's chest. "Thank you," he whispered, "for taking care of me." When he wanted to, his sire could be the most generous and caring being in the whole world. Maybe he had made a terrible mistake getting involved with a mortal, let alone falling for one so quickly. He couldn't help himself though. Despite Gill's troubled so, Mike had never been more attracted to someone. He'd found him beautiful, inside and out. And now that precious life was gone. Mike clung a little closer to Damien. Dawn was fast approaching and he finally gave into the irresistible draw of sleep...

The night came soon enough, and Damien's eyes opened to find Mike clinging tightly to him. "Time to get up," he whispered to the other vampire. He wouldn't let Mike fall into the trap of hiding himself away and languishing in his grief. "We should go get a little someone to eat." The words were light, almost teasing, and he offered Mike a hint of a smile. "You'll feel better once you've fed." The rush of the act was instinctive, after all, would override the pain if only for a few minutes, and Mike obviously needed the relief. "Let's get dressed and go to the club." It wouldn't help for Mike to avoid the place when it was effectively the only watering hole in town. "I'll stay with you if you prefer."

Mike didn't know if he was ready to face the bar again so soon. He would forever associate it with Gill. They had barely known each other the space of a night, and yet there was an undeniable connection between them. Now that Gill was gone, Mike felt a terrible loss. It was almost as if someone had torn out a chunk of his unbeating heart. "Thanks, Damien," he replied, managing a brave little smile. "I... I don't want to be by myself. I know I've got to get back to dancing at some point, but right now..." Mike shook his head. He really wasn't looking forward to baring his body for fang-bangers and curiosity-seekers.

"I won't let you hide forever... but we can stay here for tonight if you like." He had some True Blood in the fridge, and it would do until they were able to find something a bit warmer and more vital. Obviously Mike wasn't quite ready for society yet. It was important for him to get back on the horse, so to speak, but he wouldn't break his childe by pushing too hard too fast. "What would make you feel better, hmm? The night is entirely yours."

Rewinding the clock. Saving Gill. Those were the only things that could ever possibly hope to make Mike feel better. Before he had a chance to reply, let alone get out of Damien's bed, there came an insistent knocking on the door.

"Damien?" Finn called out. "Are you there? Please? I need you..."

Damien's brow furrowed. At first he couldn't even place the voice, though it was familiar. "Shit," he cursed, rolling his eyes and climbing out of bed. He stopped to pull on a pair of boxers before moving over to the door and opening it. As he'd surmised, Finn was standing there, panting, flushed and actually looking pretty damn cute. "Didn't know I ordered takeout." The vampire stood aside and gestured for the mortal to come in. "Might as well join us since you're here. Why are you here? Am I really that out of practice with this shit?"

Finn felt an almost unnatural surge of relief seeing Damien again. It was all he could do not to tumble into the vampire's arms and offer his throat to be devoured. "I..." he faltered, overcome by Damien's presence. "...I knew that you needed me, and you said you wanted to see me again." Desperation thickened his voice as hungry eyes raked over the other man's body. Finn stepped inside the apartment, and his stupor lifted slightly when he found Mike sharing Damien's bed. "Mike?"

"Finn?" Mike couldn't quite process who Damien's visitor had turned out to be. He actually performed a double-take, sitting up and gathering the sheets around him in a rush of modesty. "Wait..." Recovering from the surprise, the Asian vampire turned his curious gaze toward his sire. "Weren't we just talking about how wrong it is to get involved with mortals?" He never figured Damien for a hypocrite, so he suspected more was going on here than he realized.

Damien resisted the urge to roll his eyes only because Mike was having such a rough night already. "It is. It's stupid. We're not involved. I did, however... well, I may've mentioned a return engagement, and I may be a little out of practice putting the whammy on mortals." He shook his head and offered Finn a fond smile before arching an eyebrow and looking back to Mike. "Didn't realize you boys knew each other. School?" High school seemed so long ago and far away that it was almost funny thinking of them being connected that way. "Anyway, we were just talking about having a bite to eat," he pointed out reasonably before taking one of Finn's hands and drawing him into the bedroom. "No sense wasting an opportunity."

"Yes," Mike replied, blinking up at his sire. "We're friends, we were in glee together, played football..." As grief-stricken as he felt over Gill's death, his vampire instincts kick in. And he couldn't help finding the sight of Finn exposing his throat... arousing. Mike hadn't realized just how hungry he was. He'd forgotten to feed last night, and here was a gorgeous all-American jock presented before him on a silver platter. And shockingly, Finn wanted to be bitten. His friend was fairly begging for it.

"In case you’re worried, it will fade. Should have already, but I may've overdone it a bit." Damien cupped the back of Finn's head in his hand and pressed a kiss to his chin and down over the sensitive flesh of his neck. One of the vampire's hands slid up under the edge of Finn's t-shirt. "I know you want me. What about Mike? You mind if he has a taste, pretty? Figure it won't be too much of a problem, you two being friends and all..." The idea of watching Mike and Finn together was more than a little hot, though he had no idea what Mike would be up to after his traumatic evening the night before.

Finn's eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and a moan of ecstasy escaped his half-parted lips. Damien was kissing him, touching him, and his body responded in kind. He was burning, aching for more. If Damien wanted Mike to feed from him too, then Finn had no objection. His only focus in life was to please Damien. "I don't mind," came Finn's breathless reply. "Please?" He turned his head, exposing his throat.

"Finn," Mike started, taken aback by how much power Damien held over his friend. He hesitated, only to feel his thirst for blood enveloping him in a red haze of need. He could hear Finn's heart beating, calling out to him to taste the boiling elixir flowing through his veins. Mike reached out, his fingers ghosting over the wound marring Finn's neck. He shared a glance with Damien before gently turning the mortal's head and bringing his cool lips to the unblemished side of Finn's throat. It was shocking how warm his friend felt, and Mike vaguely wondered if he might be suffering from a fever. The thought was brief, as his hunger was far too great. Kissing a path to a pulsing artery, the Asian vampire slowly pierced the flesh with his fangs. He heard Finn gasp and he felt him cling to Damien. Scorching hot and deliciously sweet, Finn's blood rushed into his mouth and Mike drank greedily.

Damien considered drinking as well, but he wasn't hungry enough to justify it. Finn probably couldn't afford to give enough for the both of them. Instead he reached down, unbuttoning the mortal's fly and sliding a hand inside. He palmed the pulsing erection he found there and growled softly. "So fucking hard already... You like this, don't you? Like the way it feels feeding us..." Damien nipped gently at the marked flesh on the other side of Finn's neck. "Let me do something for you." Since Mike was obviously too far gone to feel uncomfortable with any of it, Damien sank down to his knees in front of Finn and leaned in, sucking the teenager down in a single go just to watch his body spasm.

"Damien," Finn moaned the vampire's name, giving his body over to pleasure as that cool, wet mouth surrounded his aching length. He shuddered and arched, going into sensory overload from the duality of Damien and Mike's assault. Ecstasy the likes of which he had never dreamed of flowed through him. Finn felt Mike's arms embracing him, holding him still as he quaked and thrust himself between Damien's lips. Mike's own groan of pleasure was muffled by his feeding. Finn tasted spicier, off-setting the sweetness as desire enriched the mortal's blood. He was desperately hungry, and the fact that he was drinking from the well of his friend's life no longer mattered.

"Careful with him," Damien cautioned when he pulled off for a minute. "I may have overdone it in other ways last night too." He chuckled and licked Finn's cock. Everything seemed to bring the teenager closer to release, and it was gorgeous to watch. He was beautiful lost in pleasure and hungry for more. That Mike was fastened to his neck and showing absolutely no reservations about anything that was going on. His childe definitely needed the distraction. "Why didn't you ever drag him off for a quickie before? Sexy as hell."

Mike found himself deaf to Damien's warning. He continued to feed on Finn's delicious blood, gulping down mouthfuls and relishing the warmth flowing through him. What eventually stopped him and made him break away with a wet gasp was the slowing of Finn's heart. It reminded him of Gill, and how the mortal had lost his life in the same way. He gazed at the fresh wound marring Finn's throat, and the streaks of blood around it. "I... I'd better go," he stammered, licking at his mouth. Mike scrambled for his clothes, dressing and pausing to squeeze Damien's shoulder. "You'll take care of him, won't you?"

"I... yeah. But I can call him a cab or something," Damien insisted, covering Mike's hand with his own. Finn was beautiful, but Mike was his childe, his family. "Tonight is about you, making you feel better. If this isn't what you need, we'll find something else." He didn't want Mike to run away, to be alone and hurt, though he did feel some guilt for leaving Finn in such rough shape the night before given that he was one of Mike's friends. "I want to take care of you. Whatever you need."

"I know, and I appreciate that." Mike glanced down at Damien's hand draped over his own. "But, I think what I really need right now is to be alone and sort out my thoughts." He smiled softly, his gaze falling on Finn who appeared completely blissed out of his mind. As tempting as it might have been to join his sire in ravaging the mortal, Mike's heart just wasn't in it. "Have fun, okay? I'll come back before dawn, I promise." He pressed a soft kiss to Damien's cheek before grabbing his jacket and leaving the other vampire and Finn alone.

Laying back on the bed, Finn mewled Damien's name while blood continued to seep from the fresh wound in his throat. "Please?" he begged, reaching out for Damien in a desperate attempt for him to drink.

Damien watched his childe go with a slight frown, but he understood. It was a bit much for Mike, and he'd promised to come back. It would have to be enough. Pushing would only make Mike withdraw into himself more. The breathless plea from the bed refocused Damien's attentions on the lovely mortal still hard and wanting and spread out for him like a feast. He groaned at the sight of Finn baring his neck and couldn't resist draping himself over that long, muscular body. His lips paused just inches from Finn's neck. "You beautiful like this." Knowing that, especially given how thoroughly he'd overdone things with the glamour, Finn was likely to have at least some residual desire lingering in his system for awhile, Damien whispered, "Do you remember what I asked you to do? Have you kept our little secret?" His hand reached down, and cool fingers curled around Finn's cock to give him at least a little relief.

Finn inhaled sharply, arching into Damien's welcome touch. "Yes, yes," he replied breathless. "Kurt won't be seeing Blaine again; he promised." He felt near-desperate for the vampire's approval, to know that he had pleased him. The fever raging through his body, Finn ached as he reached out to touch Damien, to bring him in closer. His whole world centered on this incredible creature, surrendering to his thrall and willingly giving himself over to him. "Fuck me, please?" he begged, warm hands restlessly roaming over Damien's body. "You said you would. Remember? If I did good..."

Damien hesitated for a moment. He had promised, but he felt a moment of indecision over taking Mike's friend when he wasn't able to make the decision entirely his own. Still.... he was lovely, and judging from what he'd said the night before, Finn would've been willing even if the circumstances had been different. "You're right. Hate to break a promise." Damien carefully divested Finn of his clothing before shedding his own boxers. "You're beautiful, y'know that? Fucking sexy." As he stretched himself out over Finn's body, Damien reached for the lube on the nightstand. He paused and met the teen's gaze, searching the lust-clouded eyes. "Do you really want this? I can make you feel good even without it, baby."

"Yes, I want it," Finn all but exclaimed. "Please, Damien. I need it, I need you." His hands were feverish on the vampire's cool body, mauling and groping, seemingly unable to get enough of him. "Drink me, take me, let me give myself to you... Please? Please, Damien?" There was no doubt in Finn's mind. He had never wanted anything or anyone so much. Already the jock was spreading his long legs, completely willing for Damien to use him. When Finn's memories of Damien returned, his one thought, his only purpose in life was pleasing him. He writhed uncontrollably, feeling as if he might die if the vampire didn't want him.

"Shhh, calm down. I'll take good care of you." Damien leaned in and kissed Finn on the lips for the first time, a gentle gesture as slick fingers moved into position between Finn's legs. One digit carefully began stretching and pressing to east the way. "I need you to relax for me, baby. Take a deep breath and then let me in."

Finn obeyed without question. His eyes widened in shock and awe. He'd never felt anything like it before. The burning stretch was offset by the coolness of Damien's finger, and Finn shuddered as the vampire sank deeper. "Oh god, yes," he gasped, even harder than before from the new sensation. Finn tensed and arched, the need burning inside of him growing in intensity. Trembling hands reached out for Damien as if to draw him in even closer. He wanted the other man with a hunger he simply could not contain.

It was amazing to see Finn falling apart at the touch. The glamour was making things better, but Finn obviously wanted what was happening or he wouldn't be giving himself over with such enthusiasm. Since the mortal was so eager and willing, Damien carefully added a second finger. He frankly didn't know how long either of their patience would hold out, and he wanted to stretch Finn and prepare him as much as possible before they gave in to temptation. "Gotta be patient... just a little bit more... I want it to feel good, baby."

"Want you... so much..." Sweat glistened all over Finn's flushed face, and he thrashed his head from side to side, growing increasingly desperate. Blood continued to flow from the wound Mike had left, staining his neck and shoulder. Finn, who had never even experimentally touched himself in such an intimate spot, was now churning his hips, seemingly unable to get enough of Damien's questing digits.

"Goddamn, you look fucking gorgeous like this." Damien smirked and, once Finn was relaxed around his fingers, he withdrew them gently. "This is gonna be a little harder than my fingers. You sure you're ready?" The helpless groan that escaped the mortal was a definite yes. Damien leaned in to kiss the teen heatedly as he slowly began to feed his cock into Finn's body. The first few thrusts were little more than a start, shallow motions meant to carefully open Finn up. As soon as Damien felt a little extra give, he pushed harder and felt the bloated head of his cock popping into Finn's tight ass. He couldn't remember if he'd ever been with anyone so hot except for Blaine. Leaning in, Damien licked at the rivulets of crimson staining the other man's skin. "Fuck..."

Finn had never felt anything like it before! The pleasure/pain of the moment, of being taken by another man, was completely overwhelming and he found himself drowning in the unfamiliar sensations. His jaw fell open and his eyes closed as one long, ragged moan wrenched itself from his throat. Damien felt huge inside of him, seemingly stretching him to the bursting point. His hands splayed themselves across the vampire's back, clutching at him desperately, holding on for dear life. Finn shivered as Damien's cool tongue brushed over his heated skin, licking at the blood weeping from his throat. "Fuck me," he heard himself gasp. "Fuck me, Damien... please?"

Any reservations Damien had been clinging to dissolved at the heated words and the catch in Finn's voice. Soon he was pressing his cock against the boy's entrance without remembering having withdrawn his fingers. It didn't matter. The heat of Finn's body swallowed him whole, and Damien groaned against the boy's neck. He held himself back from biting again - Finn would have to find his own way home tonight, and that wouldn't work if he was unconscious - so all of the vampire's desire was channeled into thrusting deeper into Finn with every rock of his hips. Every inch of him that touched Finn felt as if it were on fire. "Do you like it, baby? You've almost got it all..."

Finn's eyes were dark and stormy and as wide as saucers at the wonder of being filled by another man's cock. Damien was so long and thick that Finn marveled at the sensation of his virginal walls stretching and flaring to accommodate the vampire's considerable length and girth. Sinfully sweet words whispered in his ear, and he eagerly gasped, "Yes! Oh god, Damien... I've never... unnnhhh... felt anything... like it... I love it, I want more... want you... please...?" If Finn had been in his right mind, he would have blushed hotly over his words. He hardly ever swore, and now here he was begging Damien to fuck him like a whore. "Please, Damien?"

The vampire whispered a few soothing words as he pushed in deeper. It was slow going, and he didn't want to do any damage. It was so much more delicious when the mortals enjoyed it. There was nothing quite like the smell of pleasure, and Damien wanted to show Finn the pleasure of things he'd never done before. Finally he pressed a lazy kiss to Finn's neck. "That's everything. I'm completely inside you, baby... and you feel so fucking good..." Only when he felt Finn relax again did Damien begin to thrust. He tried to hold back and show some sort of mercy, but it was too much, and before he knew it his hips were slamming into Finn's hard and fast.

The painful burning stretch which had so shocked him had been replaced by a pleasure that threatened to drown him completely. Damien struck something deep inside of him that ignited sparks throughout Finn's body. He gasped and shivered, his cock flexing and dribbling precum all over himself and the vampire. "Unnnhhh... fuck... yes, yes... You feel... oh my god... Damien... amazing... please, don't stop..." Babbling out of his mind with ecstasy, the jock sought out Damien's mouth, kissing him with a growing desperation.

He had no intention of stopping, not for a moment. Damien drove into Finn as if he couldn't get enough - and he honestly couldn't. The mortal was gorgeous, never more so than gasping and begging for cock like it wasn't his first time. Obviously whether Finn knew it or not, he'd been waiting for this. His body recognized precisely what it had been aching for, and Damien watched the ecstasy play over the teen's features as he pulled out almost entirely only to slam forward harder than before. There would be bruises the next day where his fingers gripped Finn's hips, another little reminder of what had happened.

On the verge of coming totally undone, Finn managed to grab hold of Damien's back, clutching at him desperately. The sudden, violent thrust of the vampire's cock left him reeling and even hungrier for more. His mind whirled, his every thought and every need focused on Damien. Intense pleasure left him breathless, even as he continued to seek out the other man's mouth. Finn's groans were muffled as his tongue dueled with Damien's. He couldn't get enough of him, or that amazing cock plowing into him. Already his body was tensing, ready to explode--and Finn whimpered against those cool lips, "Cum... you're gonna make... me... cum..."

"That's the idea, baby," Damien whispered as he nipped at Finn's swollen lower lip. "I bet I can make you cum more than once. You love this... having that sexy ass fucked. You've been aching for it. You've been wanting it. I can see it, feel it... been holding this back for a long time, haven't you?" He groaned and rocked his hips into Finn, jamming hard against his prostate. "Don't hold back with me, beautiful. Cum for me. Let me watch you explode so I can make you do it all over again."

The promise of even more of Damien's attention, plus the vampire's heated insistence, triggered an explosive series of multiple orgasms throughout Finn's aching body. He shuddered violently beneath the other man's thrusting form, crying out in ecstasy as his painfully bloated cock erupted in torrents of scalding white. His muscles flared around Damien's pistoning length, clamping down on the vampire's girth like a vice. Finn, glistening with exertion, writhed uncontrollably. He flailed helplessly, gasping and crying out, being completely driven out of his mind.

Watching the teenager come undone at the seams was one of the most beautiful things that Damien had ever seen. Finn was absolutely and utterly stunning as he wriggled and bucked. Knowing that he couldn't take much more, Damien slowed his movements for a moment. "Didn't even have to touch you... gorgeous, baby," he murmured against the mortal's neck, still licking at the drying blood. "We'll slow it down for just a second. Then I'm gonna fuck you s'more. I'm gonna make you scream."

Finn continued to twitch and shudder as if being prodded by an electric cable. His chest heaved as his gasped and tried to catch his breath. No one had ever made him feel this way before; no one possibly could. Damien's erotic promises filtered through the haze surrounding Finn's mind, and once he was certain his brain hadn't leaked out of his ears and was puddled somewhere between his legs, was the jock finally able to speak again. "Yes... yes, please? Anything, please? Just... don't stop... wanting me..." He found the energy to bring life back into his boneless arms again, cupping the vampire's face and drawing him into another kiss. Finn whimpered as he tasted his own salty sweat and coppery blood on Damien's tongue. And he squeezed himself around the enormous cock still buried deep inside of him.

For a moment, Damien almost promised. He almost told Finn that he wouldn't, that he'd be there whenever the mortal wanted him. It was a strange, jarring lapse in judgment and one that Damien cursed himself for. Thankfully the kiss saved him from actually making the mistake. He managed to keep the foolishness entirely to himself. Finn's insistent stimulation distracted him quickly enough, and Damien groaned as he began to thrust again. He moved slowly, mindful of how close he was to the edge and wanting to draw things out just a little longer. He needed to get the mortal home - now wasn't the time for a visit from the police - but... but he was beautiful, and it wasn't in Damien's nature to deny himself pleasure when it was so willingly offered.

Impossibly sensitive from his own devastating climax, Finn shivered and arched beneath Damien. "Yes!" he cried out, grasping desperately at the thrusting vampire. "Oh god, Damien..." Helpless and aching, the jock forced life into his quivering legs and squeezed them tighter around the object of his intense desire. "Fuck... fuck me..." His head thrashed from side to side, his body flailing with renewed arousal. Flushed and glistening with a mixture of sweat and his own release, Finn Hudson was the very picture of wanton decadence. Damien pumped into him, filling him with that incredible cock, stretching him open in ways he'd never dreamed possible. "Don't stop," he begged, gasping for breath. "You can have me... all of me..."

Damien couldn't help but pick up the pace faster than he'd intended. The mortal was too sexy for his own good. The words spilling from his lips left Damien aching to tear into his throat and drink deep, drink until there was nothing left to take... but he was smart enough to know how that would end - not to mention the fact that Mike would be back eventually, and the last thing he wanted was for the man to see another body that night. That thought gave Damien the restraint he needed to confine his carnal pleasure to fucking Finn into oblivion instead. "What is it about you?" he murmured before thrusting hard into the teenager's impossibly tight ass.

The glamour over Finn held him in a grip so strong that he was blinded to everything except for Damien. From all-American jock to vampire addict with one glance and some whispered words. His cock, which had never lost its hardness, twitched with each vigorous stroke of Damien's over that new-found pleasure spot deep within him. "Want you... just you," he repeated over and over hoarsely. Finn's shivering hands roamed down the length of the vampire's spine, reaching down and cupping his amazing bottom. It didn't even register in his lust-fogged mind that he was fondling another man's ass. All Finn knew was how wonderful it felt. His kiss-swollen mouth brushed across Damien's cheek as he hungrily searched out his lips again.

Damien knew he wasn't going to last as long as he'd intended. Finn was too gorgeous, too deliciously eager for him to hold out. "Gonna fill you up, baby.... give you everything I've got." Damien sealed their lips together and kissed the mortal with all the hunger he couldn't sate with the man's blood. His hips rocked harder into the man's willing body, and he savored the rough passion boiling between them. With Finn gripping him like a vice and the mortal's heated flesh pressed against his own, Damien finally came. He gripped Finn's hips so hard that the mortal was sure to be horribly bruised come morning.

Damien kept his promise; the vampire fucked him with such devastating force that ragged screams of ecstasy were wrenched from Finn's throat. Cool seed overflowed from Damien's spurting cock, soothing his ravaged passage as his tender walls continued to flare helplessly around him. Finn had only ever felt this sense of completion when Damien fed from him. It left him shocked and awed and desperate for more. "Damien... Damien, please..." He didn't even know what he was begging for. Finn just didn't want the vampire to stop.

Reluctantly, Damien withdrew his softening cock and admitted, "I wish I could drink you, baby. So fucking beautiful." But if he took more, Finn wouldn't be able to stay conscious, let alone get home safely. Instead, he decided on another way to indulge the mortal. Effortlessly despite Finn's larger size, Damien flipped the mortal and left Finn's ass jutting up in the air. His tongue flicked out against the mortal's dripping hole, and he began to clean the other man of his own cum. Finn's muscles continued to twitch around him, and Damien finally added two fingers along with his tongue, stroking the man's prostate and wondering if he could get his partner off all over again.

Tonight had been a whirlwind of new sensations, and Finn found himself completely unprepared for Damien's unfamiliar and thoroughly decadent assault. He cried out, wriggling helplessly as he tried to process what was happening. The vampire's clever tongue felt amazing against his quivering asshole; Finn had never even contemplated licking someone there before. Now, he couldn't get enough of it. And when Damien withdrew, the overheated jock whimpered in protest only to gasp when those skilled digits plunged deep inside of him. Electric tendrils of pleasure lashed out, frying his senses and turning him into a gibbering wreck. Finn clawed at the bed, thrusting back against those questing fingers in desperation. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to plummeting over the edge. His swollen cock throbbed painfully until he simply couldn't take the sweet torture any longer. Roaring with ecstasy, great ribbons of white erupted from between Finn's legs, painting both the comforter and Damien in torrents of molten seed.

Only when Finn began whimpering in what sounded like pain as much as pleasure did Damien finally withdraw, gently sliding his fingers from Finn's grasping ass and kissing one rounded cheek. "Fuck, you're hot." He smoothed a hand over Finn's back before whispering, "Stay here." He slipped away to the bathroom and returned with a cloth. Damien carefully cleaned the sweat, cum and blood from the mortal's skin. "There. Better. Wouldn't want you going home looking like a mess. I think you'll have enough reminders of tonight... but I'm afraid you still can't tell anyone, not about me." It was a damn shame too, after he'd reduced the gorgeous teen to a desperate quivering mess in such a satisfying manner. But the cops might have questions, and he wasn't about to let himself be put in that position. "I need you to get dressed and go home. It's almost sunrise."

Finn floated in a state of ultimate bliss, shivering as an intoxicated grin split his face in two. He'd never felt such a sense of ecstasy, of completeness before. And it was all because of Damien, a vampire... another man. But then the dream ended and Finn faced the harsh reality of being separated from Damien again. Somehow he managed to summon a little strength into his boneless limbs, sitting up with a groan. "I'm going to forget you again?" he murmured with almost devastating sadness. Finn glanced down at his arms, which were still covered in band-aids. "I did this to myself." He winced as he removed one, showing Damien the deep scratch. "I... I didn't know why, but I do now. It's because I wanted you. I needed you to bite me again."

Brow furrowed, Damien reached down and gently ran his fingers over the bandages. "I don't want you to hurt yourself," he stated as clearly as possible. The glamour would fade soon, but before it did, he wanted to try and undo whatever damage his initial lack of restraint had caused. "You were made for this, but you have to be careful. Not everyone will be as... careful as I've tried to be." Damien sighed and found himself stroking one stubbled cheek before he could hold himself back from the gesture. "You don't have to forget, but you can't tell anyone. That's very important. As it is, you can't come back here. It's too dangerous. I know I'm not eager for the final death, and I tend to think you might mind if the police decided I needed a cell with a view of the rising sun."

"No, I don't want anything to happen to you," Finn protested vehemently. He would hurl himself in front of the police if it meant protecting Damien. Pressing himself catlike into Damien's touch, he closed his eyes and relished the contact. "I promise I won't tell anyone." Finn looked at Damien again, sighing at the overwhelming feeling of attraction. "But... I don't want another vampire. I just want you. Please, can I... see you again?" If the answer was no, then Finn thought he might die. "We can be careful. I can be careful. No one had to know." Desperation thickened his throat as he begged, "Please, Damien?"

//Shit.// Damien had never been particularly good at cruelty. He disliked hurting people. He'd first learned to glamour mortals simply to spare them any discomfort, to see that feeding was as enjoyable for them as it always was for him. So hearing Finn begging chipped away quickly at his intentions never to see the man again. "Yes... yes, but... you have to wait. A few days, at least. You have to give the police time to give up on finding whoever hurt you." //Or at least find a suspect that isn't me.// He sighed and couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Finn's forehead. "I'll come for you when it's safe. Meanwhile, stay where you belong."

Finn almost started to protest again, but the glamour remained powerful and he submitted to Damien's will without argument. "Okay," he agreed softly. Still weak from both the loss of blood and the succession of devastating climaxes, Finn stumbled as he searched around for his clothes. A twinge in his ass made him bite back a whimper; if he couldn't see Damien, at least he would be feeling the vampire for days to come. Redressing, he caught the time and realized that it would be morning before too long. "I'd better go," he decided, turning back to Damien and weakening in his presence again. "I... I think I can make it home by myself." Finn moved closer, aching to touch Damien, to give himself over to him. "Thanks... for tonight, and... for letting me remember."

Damien found himself increasingly annoyed at the way his stomach clenched at the words. He didn't like feeling like an asshole, but he also didn't want the mortal to start thinking that their connection was something more than it really was. "Go home. Get yourself cleaned up... just... remember what I told you." He heard his phone buzzing and grabbed it to find a message from Mike saying he wouldn't be back for the night. The news made Damien's brow furrow, and he all but forgot that Finn was still there as he wondered what had happened since Mike walked out of the apartment.

Feeling drained from the encounter with Mike and the implications of all that he'd heard, Damien made his way upstairs, hoping that spending a few minutes with Blaine might prove slightly less jarring. He leaned against the wall and gave the door a firm knock. Maybe he could even cheer Blaine up. It was no secret, he supposed, that Blaine was his favorite. There was something about the dark-haired boy that had captivated him immediately, and the longer he knew Blaine, the more he'd fallen. Damien couldn't help it. He loved the way that even after everything, Blaine had a bright light inside of him, something gentle and beautiful that even death didn't seem to dim.

Blaine shuffled toward the door, the sound of the knock the first thing he'd responded to all night. Dried blood caked under his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to face Damien. He simply stood aside, allowing his sire inside. "I... I think I killed someone last night," he murmured, leaning against the wall. "He was my friend, and... I must have drank too much because I saw he was found dead in the newspaper... God, I didn't mean to..." Anguished, and filled with pangs of guilt, Blaine hugged himself to keep from breaking down all over again.

//So much for this being the easy visit,// Damien thought, stunning by the very suggestion. Blaine was usually so careful that he'd worried at times that his childe would deprive himself rather than risk being too careless. It was difficult to believe that Blaine could possibly have killed anyone. Gently he pulled the other vampire into his arms, knowing that Blaine needed the comfort whether he wanted it or not. "I find that very, very difficult to believe," Damien whispered earnestly. "Even accidentally... are you sure? Was he woozy or lightheaded when he left?" From what Blaine had said, the boy had died after exiting the apartment - which meant that he'd probably gone somewhere under his own power. That seemed highly unlikely if he'd been that bad off.

"No... no, he was fine," Blaine stammered, trembling in Damien's embrace. "At least... he seemed to be." He sniffled, feeling horrible over Jeremiah's tragic death. "But he was found right outside. And, if it wasn't because of me, then... I don't know..." Drawing back, Blaine brushed at the fresh streaks of blood pouring down his cheeks. He realized he probably looked like a complete disaster, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Jeremiah, he... he kept me company last night. Kurt... broke up with me, and I was so hurt..." He lifted his aching gaze to his sire. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

"I know. Of course not. Let me get you cleaned up." Without allowing Blaine to protest, Damien went into the kitchen and got a warm cloth. Soon enough the bloodied streaks were gone from the other vampire's face and Blaine looked better whether he felt it or not. "I'll see what I can find out about Jeremiah later, but right now, you need me." Damien gently led Blaine over to the couch and pulled the younger vampire in close. "I'm sorry about all of this... Kurt and Jeremiah. It's why I've always warned you about getting involved with mortals. It gets so complicated, and they're so fragile. It never ends well. They either leave, or they die."

Blaine nodded mutely as he allowed Damien to comfort him. "Sometimes, I... I feel like I'm cursed or something," he admitted in a soft voice. "Everything I touch gets ruined." He would never be able to forget Kurt, or the aching sadness in the mortal's eyes. Then, there was Jeremiah. A man he had followed around like a puppy dog, only to destroy his life in one brief night. Blaine shuddered, unable to understand why all of these terrible things were happening in rapid succession. //I am cursed...// "Maybe you'd be safer if you didn't see me anymore," he told Damien. "I don't have the best track record at the moment."

"That's ridiculous. You're my family. You and Mike... you're everything. I would never leave you." He rubbed his hands gently over Blaine's back and then up into his hair. It was knotted, unruly after being neglected entirely that night. "I'm here to take care of you, and I'm only sorry that I haven't done a better job." If he'd been more attentive, maybe he could have headed things off with Kurt before they got so complicated, before Blaine was so hurt by it all. "But tonight I won't leave you. How's that? Just the two of us."

"Okay," Blaine faltered, unsure whether he wanted company or not. Damien had always been very kind to him, and he appreciated his sire's gentleness despite his own sullen attitude. "Thank you, Damien. I'm sorry..." He shook his head, stunned over Jeremiah's death to properly take it in. "...I still don't know how any of this happened. Jeremiah was fine when he left." Resting against Damien's shoulder, he found himself confessing, "Maybe I drank too much, and just didn't realize it..." He glanced up. "I thought I was in love with him, you know? Not like with Kurt... It was a crush, that's all. But, I could've got carried away... I don't know..."

Damien shook his head, again rejecting the idea. "No... that's just not you. If it'll make you feel better, though, I'll check into it. I'll find out what they're saying. Right now I want to take care of you." Jeremiah's situation, after all, wasn't going to be changing. He was dead. Gone. Mortals were erased from the world so easily. It wasn't that no one cared - Damien was sure he had family or friends or someone who would worry - but they were so impermanent that it was startling. "And even if something did happen, I wouldn't let anyone get close to you.You'll be protected." His sire could help if nothing else, could pave the way for him to get Blaine and Mike the hell out of town. "You need to be careful with them, with mortals. I don't just mean drinking. Getting involved with them... it's messy, and dangerous considering the way people here feel about us. No matter what they say, you can't ever really trust them."

Blaine nodded, even if he wanted to vehemently counter that Kurt was different. Damien was set in opinion of mortals, and there seemed to be no changing his mind. "I... I know you'll take care of me," he faltered, still unsure whether he was responsible for Jeremiah's death or not. "And, I'm glad you're here, but... Could you try and find out something tonight?" Blaine lifted his worried gaze to plead with his sire. "I'm going to drive myself crazy unless I know one way or the other." That was an understatement as far as he was concerned. He was already teetering on the edge of sanity, with despair threatening to weigh him down. "Please, Damien? For me?"

Damien hesitated at the plea but finally nodded. It was Blaine, and he could never deny his childe much of anything. "Alright, I'll go. Just try to keep yourself calm, okay? There's really no need to worry about something we can't change." He knew that was easier said than done, and kissed Blaine gently on the lips. "You don't have to stay here, but keep a low profile if you go out. A snack might do you good." Hoping Blaine could keep himself together without help, Damien headed out into the night to see what the word was on Jeremiah.

Blaine couldn't bring himself to even contemplate feeding on someone. Especially not after what had happened to poor Jeremiah. He hugged himself, determining to stay at home out of fear of venturing outside. He appreciated Damien's help and comfort. But Blaine seriously doubted his sire would find anything to ease his guilt. There was no doubt in his mind that he had been responsible for Jeremiah's death. His grief over losing Kurt had made him go to far, drink too much. Otherwise he couldn't understand how the mortal might have died so quickly right outside of the apartment building.

Finding it near impossible to remain clam in the confines of his home, Blaine showered and dressed before risking stepping into the night. He nearly stopped and backtracked when he saw the chalk outline and remnants of police tape waiting for him. Swallowing down another deep pang of guilt, Blaine hurried past the scene and disappeared into the darkness...

"Oh, thank god!" The relief in the young woman's voice sounded entirely genuine. She pushed some stringy red hair behind her ear with one hand and reached for Blaine's sleeve. "Please... my boyfriend... he was hurt. Some guys came out of nowhere, roughed him up..." There were real tears streaking the girl's cheek, and the darkness hid the fact that there was no emotion but greed in her bright gaze. "He's right over here. Please, we just need help getting to the hospital." As Blaine came along, the girl turned to lead him into the alley and allowed herself a tight smile. It was amazing how someone who had all of eternity to learn better could be so damn stupid.