Kurt had completely lost his mind, Finn Hudson had decided. He wouldn't have even been out trailing after his stepbrother if Burt hadn't have learned that his son wasn't spending the evening with Mercedes after all. Kurt had been acting strangely all day, and now Finn knew why as he spotted the other teen slipping into Lima's one and only vampire bar. What the hell was he thinking? Of all the places in the world Kurt could have gone, why did it have to be here? Despite wearing his letterman jacket, Finn had been standing outside the club long enough to start to get cold. He was torn over what to do, and found himself moving toward the bouncer before he realized what was happening.

He apparently looked old enough to gain entry without flashing the fake ID Puck had made him a couple of years ago. Finn was oblivious to the vampire's hungry glare, who thought with the jock look that the mortal was looking to indulge a fetish inside.

Finn stepped inside the packed room, reeling from the culture shock of being in the presence of so many vampires. Of course, he had no idea who was one of the undead and who wasn't, but he was very careful not too brush against anyone as he searched around for Kurt...

It was disgusting, Damien resolved as he watched his favorite Childe serenading the pretty mortal. Blaine was in love with his food, simple as that, and it was ridiculous. He glared daggers at the boy from his post by the bar, but Kurt was obviously too entranced to notice.

Damien was set to give up on the night and head home when he spotted something unusual heading his way. The boy looked entirely out of place and utterly delicious. "Want something to drink?" he offered as he stepped into the mortal's path.

Finn, looking for all the world like a proverbial deer caught in headlights, opened and closed his mouth silently before finally replying, "Erm, no... No, thanks. I'm just trying to find someone." He tried not to look at the stranger for too long. Was he a vampire or one of those groupies Finn had heard rumors about? Not a clue, and he wasn't about to start asking questions in order to satisfy his curiosity. Again, he cast his eyes over the crowd in an attempt to spot Kurt. The second he found his stepbrother, he was getting them both the hell out of this place!

"Nothing personal, but the manager's not going to let you stay here forever unless you're bringing in some customers or buying some drinks. Since I don't see you slutting it up..." Damien motioned for the distracted bartender to bring a couple of beers over and passed one into Finn's hands before he could protest. "I'm Damien. You're new. Don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to, but I know the place. Maybe I know your friend?"

"Kurt," Finn replied, begrudgingly accepting the beer. "He's my stepbrother." He continued to cast his eyes over the room, growing more and more frantic with worry. What the hell had Kurt gotten himself into? Finn had taken it upon himself to look after the other teen, especially with the daily bullying Kurt endured. How was he supposed to keep him safe trading ignorant jocks for bloodthirsty vampires? "Do you know him?" he asked hopefully, "I don't think he's been coming here long."

Under the guise of trying to make sure he was heard over the music, over Blaine's sweet voice, Damien moved in closer and pointed to the front of the crowd near the stage. "There. But there's nothing to worry about. He's protected." Damien managed to keep his tone even. Only a hint of the bitterness he felt colored his tone. Close up, the mortal was even prettier: dark eyes, flushed cheeks, tall. //Maybe there's a way to get to the boy without making Blaine angry.// A direct attack on Kurt of any sort would only result in a rift with his childe. But if he could use Finn to convince Kurt that he was out of his element... "Want to dance?"

Finn, who hadn't seen that request coming, gaped at Damien and politely declined, "Thanks, but I really need to get my stepbrother and leave." He didn't want to offend the stranger, who had actually helped him out a great deal. Turning his attention back to Kurt now that he knew where to find him, Finn peered through the semi-darkness of the club and the harsh red shadows of the lurid overhead lights. Kurt's rapt attention was all for the figure singing an old torch song Finn vaguely recognized. As he edged closer, Kurt titled his head to the side exposing his throat and Finn felt his blood run cold. The marks were unmistakable, especially since vampire victims were all over the news lately. He started forward, determined to drag Kurt back home even if he had to carry him kicking and screaming!

Damien reached out, gripping Finn's arm gently but firmly, and turned the young man around again. It was easy enough to catch his gaze since Finn was looking at him like he'd lost his mind. The inexperienced ones were always easy. They had no guard up, they didn't even try to resist. Damien locked eyes with the teen and smiled slowly. "I think you'd rather come to my place with me. In fact... I know you would." Usually he was far more subtle. He wasn't above using a little glamour to get what he wanted if the circumstances called for it, but Damien didn't need to often. This was something of a special circumstance, however, and he was glad to see that no one was paying any attention aside from a few vampires eyeing Finn jealously.

Finn completely spaced out in less time than it took to blink his eyes. Whatever had been so vitally important to him vanished from his mind in a flash, only to fill itself with the incredible need to follow Damien home. "Yes, I would," he replied dreamily. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. In fact, he was already moving back toward the entrance of the club waiting to follow the other man wherever he wanted to lead him.

Damien shook his head slightly. Always so easy. Soon enough he'd ushered Finn out of the club and was leading him down the block. He kept his own apartment in the same building as Blaine and Mike. Even though they spent a good deal of time apart, it was nice having the "family" all close together. The place wasn't the Ritz, but it was nice. Comfortable. Damien didn't hesitate for a second as he led Finn into the elevator and leaned back against one of the walls, watching the young man like a cat watches a mouse. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself... your name, for instance."

"Finn Hudson," the mesmerized jock replied at once. "I go to McKinley High, I play football and I sing in the glee club." He wanted to tell Damien everything, to please him without question. Warning bells should have been ringing in Finn's head, but somehow he was too far gone to care about anything except the stranger before him. "I like girls... and guys, but I've never told anyone that before."

The evening was suddenly looking even more promising. Virgin territory. Damien moved in a little closer and smiled seductively at the boy. The elevator doors open and he brushed by instead of speaking, leading Finn down the hallway to his corner apartment. For the modest building, the view was one of the best to be had. Heavy curtains were drawn back at night to show off the town, modest as it was, but Damien wasn't interested in showing off the view. "And you like me?" Damien didn't even need to see the nod as he shut the door behind Finn and moved into the jock's personal space. "Good. I like you too. And your brother... he likes Blaine. Very much. I don't like that. They aren't good for each other," he explained solemnly.

"That's why you came, isn't it? Because it's not safe for your brother? He's going to be very upset that you came to the bar." Before Finn could speak up, Damien continued on, holding Finn's gaze purposefully. "But it's for his own good. You need to make sure he knows what happened... what's going to happen tonight. Do you understand that, Finn?"

"I understand," Finn replied, as if it were the most simple thing in the world he was agreeing to. It was for Kurt's own good. Bad enough his stepbrother had to dodge daily abuse from school bullies, now he had wandered into territory so dangerous Finn couldn't even hope to protect him from the undead. "I'll show him, I'll make him see, I promise." He wanted to please Damien as well as to keep Kurt safe. Finn continued to find himself in a dreamlike state, unquestioning himself for following a stranger home and revealing things he couldn't even say aloud in front of a mirror.

"Good. Very good." Damien reached out and stroked the young man's cheek just to watch him shiver with pleasure. "But you won't be able to remember my name or just what I looked like if he asks." The vampire took a step closer, smiling. "You'll remember in your dreams... just enough to find your way back if you need more. Tonight I'm going to drink as much as you can handle... but I can do more... if you ask me for it. I have to hear what you want."

An involuntary moaned wrenched itself from Finn's throat when Damien touched him. He was hard in an instant, wildly aroused and unafraid in the presence of a very hungry vampire. Reaching for the collar of his shirt, Finn pulled it down and exposed his throat without hesitation. "I want you to bite me," he heard himself almost pleading as if in the middle of a dream. "I want you to touch me, have me..." If Finn had been in his right mind, he would have been to shy and much too scared to say such things. Whatever button that censored his thoughts had feelings had been released, and the overprotective jock was a vampire's willing victim.

It was really a shame that the glamour was necessary. It was pretty obvious that Finn would have wanted it either way, he just wasn't ready to admit that to himself. Damien moved in closet and breathed on the heady scents of hood and beef and desire. When he reached town to palm the teen through his jeans, Damien found him already hard. A few steps was all it took to back Finn up against the wall. He continued to stroke the bulge straining to break free of its denim prison and gently kissed Finn's neck. "When I finally drink you, it's going to be the best thing you've ever felt. It's as intimate as you can be with someone, closer than sex and just as hot."

What was happening to him have should have thoroughly shocked Finn Hudson. Instead he welcomed Damien's attention, biting his lip and moaning as he arched into the vampire's touch. Cool lips roamed over his heated skin, sending electrical tendrils of pleasure snaking out striking his groin. Damien's words thrilled him almost as much as his actions, and Finn whimpered as he bared his throat in eager anticipation. His arms came up to encircle the vampire, drawing him in closer, wanting oh so much to feel their bodies pressed together. He felt like a bird freed from its cage, soaring in a world full of new and exciting possibilities. "Please?" he heard himself whisper, not really knowing what he was begging for, only wanting more of Damien.

His hand pressed insistently to Funk's throbbing erection through the jeans, Damien smiled and bared his fangs against the soft flesh. He loved that word, the catch in his victim's voices that always went with it. "Your wish..." The bite was slow, his fangs sliding in instead of tearing the skin. He wanted to feel the bog fun while he drank the sweet nectar, wanted Finn to remember it all as nothing but bliss.

Finn's whole existence imploded in a cascade of pleasure. He gasped and tensed at the first sharp pierce, then relaxed and... swooned at the sensation of Damien feeding, claiming him. His hands clutched at the vampire reflexively, gripping him and holding onto him as if his life depended upon it. Ecstasy, like nothing Finn ever imagined, overwhelmed his senses. His heart raced while his life essence poured into Damien's mouth, groaning desperately as he thrust his hips into the vampire's caress.

Damien quickly unfastened Finn's pants and thrust his hand inside, stroking hard and fast until he felt the spill of release against his fingers. He smiled into Finn's neck and sucked harder. He drew in every drop he could until the teen's grip on his shoulders began to give way. Finally Damien released Finn's throat and licked the wound lovingly. "You are delicious." The vampire drew back and lifted his sticky fingers, making sure that Finn watched as he licked the cum from each digit in turn.

Woozy from his violent orgasm and the loss of blood, Finn watched with dazed eyes as Damien lavishly cleaned off his fingers. He groaned, finding the act the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life. His head swam and his body had dissolved into a puddle of sated goo, and yet... Finn still wanted more. "Please," he begged, "let me touch you?" Desperate to feel, to please Damien, he was already summoning strength into his hands and clawing at the vampire's clothing. Finn had never wanted anything or anyone as much as the man standing before him.

Damien had intended to get rid of the boy sooner, but Finn was so eager. Obviously the glamour had worked well on him as a gateway. It seemed to have stripped away any compunction the teenager might have normally felt about doing something like this. "Follow me." Damien led the way into his bedroom and casually tossed articles of clothing by the wayside as he moved. By the time he sat down on the bed, he was wearing nothing but his boxers. "Show me what you'd like to do, Finn."

Finn was visibly trembling with excitement now. His tongue moistened his bottom lip as a shaky hand reached over and closed around the massive bulge in Damien's boxers. Having never touched another man before, an illicit thrill surged through Finn as he slowly stroked Damien through the fabric. "I've dreamed about doing this," he confessed, his tone hushed and filled with wonder. Hit with another bout of dizziness, Finn's head lolled drunkenly and he let it rest heavily on the vampire's shoulder. His fingers inched into the fly of Damien's underwear, brushing his length, which was heated with Finn's own blood.

Damien's arms slid around the mortal's warm body, and he stroked his ginger's soothingly through Finn's hair. "Your hand feels good... so warm," he whispered. It was hard not to drink again, to resist the desire to feel the mortal shuddering against him. "Do you know what I'm going to do the next time I see you, Finn? I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make you take every last inch. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Finn rasped, his throat raw with need. "Oh god, yes... please?" He wanted that to happen more than anything else in the world. Damien could have him, drink him, use him... Finn Hudson had never been more sure about anything. Freeing the vampire's arousal from the prison of cloth, he marveled at the size and feel of him. Finn had often found himself the butt of jocks in the locker room over his own impressive endowment, and it excited him to find someone else as large as he was. Without even realizing it, Finn was angling his throat again, exposing himself to Damien with a deep sense of want the likes of which he had never known before.

It wasn't really a good idea to drink from the boy again. Damien wanted to use him, not kill him, but he wanted it so much, was so beautiful silently begging for more. Before he could stop himself, Damien sank his fangs into Finn's neck and rocked forward into his grip, on the brink of climax from the taste alone.

Finn moaned, vaguely registering that this must be what it felt like to die and go to heaven. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever known; even the pain that went along with the bite was wonderful. He gave of himself willingly, marveling at the way in which Damien's cock thickened and warmed in his grasp as the vampire drank. Finn felt himself hardening, his blood waging war over which direction to turn. "Please?" he heard himself beg in a desperate attempt for Damien to take even more.

The teenager was inviting his own doom more than he realized. It was so hard not to take everything, so hard not to drink until Finn went limp in his arms. With a groan, Damien's fangs sank in deeper and hall but crushed the boy to him as he came over Finn's hands, the release warmed by the young man's own blood. He would see Finn again. Maybe it would be part of the plan and maybe it wouldn't be, but there was so much more to try, to do... He wanted to be the first one to drive Finn to climax with just his cock the way he'd been the first to watch him cum from being bitten. //So much potential...//

The excitement of Damien's climax, coupled with the erotic pleasure/pain of the vampire's bite, set Finn off in an instant. He came again with a low, whimpering moan of pleasure. As he shuddered all over, darkness crept in around him and Finn relished the supreme bliss of being taken by Damien while finding his release. It was the most incredible feeling surrendering himself completely. His pounding heart began to slow, and consciousness began to slip away. And yet Finn wasn't afraid, even though a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him he should have been. All he wanted at that moment was to please Damien and to feed him until he had nothing left to give...

Damien wanted to give in to the desire that he felt, the want radiating off the gorgeous mortal in heady waves. He wanted to lose himself in Finn and take every last drop of blood from the man's body. But he wanted Blaine to learn his lesson more. The vampire drew back until he could look at the teenager's pale face. Finn was beautiful - wholesome, innocent. It was damn near impossible to keep from doing everything he could to corrupt that innocence. Instead he took a deep breath and reminded himself that a little patience would be well worth it. Damien licked at the wound and whispered, "Remember what I told you," before lying Finn on the bed and disappearing. He cleaned himself up and then brought a cloth in to wipe Finn clean. //Leave him a bit of dignity.//

Though it would have been easy enough to carry the boy, Damien took his rarely-used car instead. It was a bit less conspicuous, though there was nothing that could be done for bringing the young man up to his doorstep save to do it. He lay Finn carefully on the chilly concrete and stopped to brush his lips against Finn's. It was, he realized, the first time he'd actually kissed him. "I'll see you again soon," Damien whispered before disappearing again into the night.