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Sammie plays.
Remmick is too far away to hear him, but he is still coming. He is wandering aimlessly through the streets, trying to walk off his frustrations with life, until he is close enough to hear, and it begins to draw him in.
It's just a tickle at first. The brushings of far away melodies around the edges of his ears, bidding him to let them in deeper. He can't tell what he's listening to yet, but as he seeks it, gets closer, it becomes clearer.
A guitar.
In the most enchanting combination of notes Remmick has ever heard. He finds himself wondering as he wanders, what the fingers must look like on the hands that can make such music. As they glide over the strings, control their tension to produce just the right tone. What kind of expression the player is wearing.
He gets closer. Closer. His vision comes into focus as he approaches the source, nothing between them but the sea of bodies moving across the square. Remmick doesn't look at a single one of them, eyes fixed ahead, as he pushes through the crowd and mutters his apologies on autopilot.
And then, he sees him.
He stands before a dark, angelic looking boy who can't have reached two decades, sitting cross legged on the ground, with his eyes closed and a guitar in his lap. Remmick thinks the boy knows he's standing there, although he does not open his eyes. Just keeps playing.
Remmick is captivated by him. The soft lidding of his eyes, the smooth way his fingers move, the relaxed posture of his shoulders, like there's no other way for his body to be shaped if it's not wrapped around his guitar.
Remmick can think of a few other shapes he would like to see his body in.
He can feel the arousal starting to trickle into his bloodstream, even if he tries to tell himself it's just excitement over the music. He can't believe no one else has stopped to listen. It's just the two of them, with his ears full of the boy's sweet sorrows and his eyes full of his sweet frame.
The song ends, and a moment passes where Remmick misses the opportunity to take a breath before the boy opens his eyes. He's knocked breathless when those rich brown eyes open directly on him, like he was looking the whole time and only just now allowing Remmick to notice.
The noises of the passing crowd do nothing to overwhelm the silence that stretches between them as Remmick scrambles for something to say. "I- you-" he starts, gesturing with his hands in an incomprehensible way, until pointing down at the ground. "You aren't taking tips? A-are you hungry?" An invitation. It's already dark, well past dinner time, but if the boy would come and eat with him, they could get to know each other a little better, and maybe...
The boy is anything but when he smiles, wearing the smirk of a man who delights in a thing as he turns his attention back down to his guitar. He doesn't answer Remmick's question, instead beginning to play again, and then to sing.
And if Remmick was blown away before, there are nothing but hearts in his eyes by now. He can't understand the language being sung, but he can feel every wall inside him melting away and opening up for the boy on the ground before him, in a way he's never opened up for anyone. He wants the boy so deeply and so badly, wants to hear that voice moaning for him as he gives it to him better than anyone's ever given it to him before.
This time, when the song is over, Remmick knows exactly what he's going to say. "It's pretty late, you know... You got somewhere to stay tonight?" The boy flicks his eyes to his again, and Remmick's heart skips a beat. "'Cause I got room..." His eyes fall from the boy's to the boy's lips. His smile makes Remmick want to start singing himself.
He wants to know what the boy tastes like.
The artist takes the guitar in one hand as he rises, brushing the dust from his legs with the other. "Matter fact... I don't," he says, and Remmick's heart throbs for the sound of it, for the opportunity to take that beautiful boy back to his room. He watches him put the guitar over his shoulder by it's strap, freeing both his hands and his attention to be focused on Remmick. "You really offerin'? That's mighty nice of you, sir."
Remmick smiles then, gently at the stranger he's stumbled across. How could he leave a boy like that in need? "Well now, I couldn't bear to see you left out on the street tonight... Come with me then," he says, and his eyes stay on the boy as he turns and starts to lead the way. "What's your name?"
The boy keeps close behind him, which pleases Remmick, but it doesn't compare to the way it thrills him when his hand is taken, held. "Sammie," the boy says, as he snugs their hands together and allows Remmick to lead the way.
Remmick's blood hammers away under his skin as he lets the name sink into his memory. Sammie. What a lovely name. Sammie. Sammie. Sammie.
"What's yours?"
Right. "It's Remmick..." He spares Sammie a glance as he says it, and his heart comes up his throat just to see the kid looking at him, so willingly coming with him. He doesn't even know what Remmick wants to do to him... "It's nice to meet you, Sammie."
"Pleasure's all mine," Sammie says, and Remmick only glimpses his grin as he turns his attention back to the road. It doesn't matter where he looks though, when he feels Sammie's grip tighten around his hand.
"Just one street over..." Remmick mutters, and soon they're standing at the door to his motel room. He can feel Sammie standing behind him as he unlocks the door, but he's left longing as he enters the room and starts taking off his shoes. Sammie leans in the doorway and eyes him in a way Remmick isn't entirely sure isn't a direct projection from a fantasy. He really didn't bring Sammie here with the intention to take advantage of him, honest, no matter how much he obviously wanted to... Just wanted to help him out, spend a little more time with him... but if Sammie's going to look at him like that...
"Come on, then," Remmick says, gesturing for Sammie to come in and shut the door.
He does, smooth and graceful as he takes his shoes off as well, says, "Thanks for having me."
"...pleasure's all mine..." Remmick echoes, eyes glued to Sammie's body as the boy stands back up from where he'd bent to his feet.
Sammie grins at him, flashing white teeth as he sets his guitar down by the door. He approaches Remmick, and Remmick can hardly even fantasize about it before Sammie is reaching up to touch his face, tuck little wisps of hair behind his ears. "Seems we have a few interests in common," he says, as he looks back and forth between his own hands at Remmick's ears, and then focuses in on his two eyes.
"Seems so..." Remmick says, absolutely stunned by how much prettier Sammie is up close. He barely gets his hands around Sammie's waist, lost in the lovingly crafted features of the boy's face, before Sammie is pulling him into a kiss.
It isn't shy or exploratory, it's the kiss of someone who's practiced at kissing strangers, and as Sammie backs him into the wall and nips at his lip, Remmick feels there's something that needs to be said. He moans as he lets Sammie kiss him, his hands on Sammie's hips, but as soon as Sammie moves to nuzzle under his jaw, Remmick has to manage not to sigh when he says, "I don't have any money..."
Sammie only chuckles where he presses his lips into Remmick's skin. "S'alright, darlin'... you don't got to pay for this." His fingers wrap around Remmick's throat as he moves them along the man's skin, until he holds Remmick's face in his hands. He kisses him again before saying, "Don't worry, I got what I want right here..."
Remmick can't resist after that, as if he could from the beginning. Fate herself brought him here. He melts against the wall as Sammie kisses him and touches him, his own hands roaming Sammie's body in return He feels Sammie's back and his ass, encourages his legs to open up around his thigh. The lack of a boner pressing back against him only worries him as far as Sammie's pleasured noises assure him he's enjoying himself. Sammie's been working at Remmick's fly, and it's only after he's got it open and he's got a hand wrapped around Remmick's cock that Remmick feels sharpened teeth with his tongue.
It shocks him enough to jerk away from Sammie's kiss, surprised his tongue isn't bleeding, widened eyes fixed on Sammie's new sharp toothed smile.
"What's the matter?" Sammie asks, still grinning that handsome grin around his mouth full of monster teeth, hand still moving slowly on Remmick's unwavering erection.
"Your teeth," Remmick says, the fear he feels leaking into his cocktail of active hormones only making his cock throb more urgently in the boy's hand.
"My teeth?" Sammie repeats, reaching up to touch them with his free hand, as if he's hurt that Remmick would be scared of him.
"You a vampire?" Remmick asks, torn between trying to squirm away and continuing to let Sammie touch him. He's heard legends of the creatures. Never thought they were real. He can't take his eyes off the boy's several sets of perfect, sharp teeth.
"Sure..." Sammie agrees. "But you don't got to be scared... I won't bite you 'less you let me. Promise..." He leans in to kiss Remmick again, but the man is still as stiff as his cock under him, makes Sammie pout. "Come on, now..." Sammie coos, thumbing sweetly over the head of Remmick's cock, smearing the small pearls of wet there. "You ain't hear of nobody going missing, did you? I won't hurt you..."
Remmick waivers under Sammie's coercion, and the man hasn't actually tried to run away yet, so Sammie knows he won't leave... but he's got one more card up his sleeve to get the man to settle back down. "Here..." he says, backing off Remmick enough to reach into the folds of his own shirt. A moment later, he's pressing a sharpened wooden stake into Remmick's hand. "Now if I get carried away, you can stop me... alright?"
Remmick wraps his fingers around the cool shaft of wood he's been gifted. It carries none of the boy's body heat, because he hasn't got any. It easily convinces him though; Sammie would never give him such a dangerous thing if he planned on hurting him. And he still wants Sammie more than enough to drown out his worries, so he's easy to lean back in for another kiss.
Sammie happily grinds on his thigh as their tongues rub together again, and he can feel Sammie grinning into their kiss before he hears Sammie ask, "You gon let me bite you, then?" His fingers run ployingly down the flesh of Remmick's neck, feeling his pulse race under fragile skin as he drags his sharp teeth harmlessly over Remmick's lip, a tease... still grinding as he asks so sweetly, still stroking his cock.
Remmick wants to say yes... feels compelled to say yes... but he can't help the gnawing instinct that he shouldn't. Not yet, at least... What if Sammie only wants him for his blood, and then it'll be over? He's helpless under Sammie's attention, unable to do anything but kiss and touch him back. His lack of an answer is enough for Sammie to drop the question, for now, as he feels for himself exactly how excited it makes Remmick to feel his pointed teeth with his tongue.
It gives Remmick a strange sort of thrill, to have this creature at his mercy like this. Able to kill him in a blink, yet waiting for consent to bite anyway. Well trained. A pleaser. Remmick still can't believe he's not for sale.
Sammie hums as he sucks away from the kiss, eyeing the swollen pink state he's left Remmick's lips in as he goes, the faint red lines of his teeth on pale skin. "I'll taste you anyway," he says, like he might be saying it to himself and only allowed Remmick to overhear. Remmick watches the boy drop down to his knees, and the wall at his back is the only thing that supports him as Sammie takes his pants off for him. Sammie takes him in his mouth before he can properly even be scared about those teeth clamping down around his dick.
He trembles with it as Sammie takes him in. Sammie wouldn't... he wouldn't... and he doesn't... as Remmick's head thunks back against the wall with every silky smooth pull of Sammie's prefect, beautiful mouth. He drops the stake, and it clatters to the thinly carpeted ground so he can rake the fingers of both hands through Sammie's dark hair. "Sammie..." he moans, nothing but a man with his cock in a boy's mouth.
Sammie continues, for a few minutes, sucking good and teasing and feeling it's pulse on his tongue. Until, "You should let me bite you..." Sammie purrs, stroking his saliva down the length of Remmick's cock while he speaks, in between a bob of his head and a kiss.
Remmick groans over the request, and the way Sammie does it like he loves it. "No..." he manages to say, because he doesn't want anything now but to cum down this kid's throat.
Sammie purrs again, but it takes on a twisted menacing quality when Sammie digs his claws into the hold he's got around Remmick's hips. Remmick sucks in a breath over the sharp, unexpected pain, and his cock jumps with the threat of orgasm. "F-fuck," he says, air tight in his lungs as the claws remain embedded under his skin, Sammie's mouth still moving flawlessly over his cock. Remmick's heart races away in his chest, the headrush nearly leaving him woozy.
Dots of blood are left behind as Sammie removes his claws, frees his mouth again. "You'd like it..." he's saying, as Remmick tries to catch his breath. "I know you'd like it..." he says, licking along the length of Remmick's cock. "I promise, I'll finish you off if you let me..." As if to emphasize how much he thinks Remmick will like it, he drags his claws down the skin of Remmick's thighs. Not hard enough to bleed this time, but enough to frighten Remmick into shaking, his cock twitching for it with the rapid beating of his heart.
"O-okay..." he agrees, dizzy with how much he just wants Sammie to keep touching him. His fight or flight instincts have become a single thing, a blind confidence that Sammie won't hurt him that leaves him afraid yet craving more, instead of trying to get away, wondering how much better this will get if he just gives the vampire what he wants.
Sammie nuzzles into his hip, at the edge of his curly hairs where he's soft, still stroking Remmick leisurely beside his face. Remmick sees the desire in his features as he opens his mouth to kiss his skin. "Good boy..." he murmurs, and sinks his teeth into flesh. Sharp pain laced with thick pleasure radiates through his body from the bite, sharpest at contact and petering out in waves as Sammie begins to suck at the wound. He can feel every one of his veins aching as if he's being sapped of all his strength, in a manner that is far more dramatic than the tonguefuls Sammie is lapping up. But it pounds through him all the same, leaving him panting and weak against the wall, clutching at Sammie's head, eyes fluttering as he tries not to cum into Sammie's devious fist. "S-Sammie..." he gasps, as the boy licks tenderly into his closing wound, until it's gone.
"Mm..." Sammie hums, more than pleased, continuing to lick into Remmick's smooth, unblemished skin just for the taste of him. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He takes his hand off Remmick's cock, and the man outright whimpers over the loss, knees going weak.
Sammie takes the hem of Remmick's shirt in his hands as he rises, comes up to bring their lips close again, whispers against them, "You liked it?" And when Remmick gives a delirious nod, Sammie rewards him with a kiss. He kisses the man until the motions of removing his shirt force him to break, but it's worth it to have Remmick trapped naked under him against the wall. He holds himself to Remmick's body and noses along the man's shoulder, smelling the blood under his skin. "Want me to do it again?"
Remmick doesn't think twice about it before breathing out a, "Yeah..." He fists his hands in Sammie's shirt as the boy noses up his throat, presses his lips into skin, grazes with his teeth but doesn't bite down... He's nibbling on Remmick's ear with his blunt front teeth when Remmick finally begs him with a trembling, "Please..." The purr Sammie lets out grows closer to a growl as he moves back down Remmick's shoulder, sinks down hard into the muscle behind Remmick's collar bone.
Remmick shudders under him, rutting his cock into Sammie's still clothed body as Sammie sucks and licks into his open flesh, rougher than he had been before in a manner that leaves Remmick confusingly excited. He doesn't do anything useful, brain on static until Sammie takes his hands in his, guides him into getting Sammie's pants open, and he starts to focus back in on the fact that he's here to fuck Sammie. They get the clothes off Sammie's bottom half as Sammie finishes licking his shoulder wound closed, and Sammie starts wrapping himself around Remmick's body at the same time Remmick flips him into the wall, using it to support some of Sammie's weight as the boy circles in around his hips and neck.
It slips in just right as Remmick presses his hips forward, and they both moan together as he fills the kid up. He can't help himself from leaning into kiss Sammie, needing every bit of contact he can possibly get as he starts to fuck him against the wall. He cradles Sammie by the face as the boy eagerly kisses him back, until the shock of Sammie's teeth piercing his lip makes him gasp and jerk his head back.
He doesn't get far though, with Sammie's teeth in his lip, and he only bleeds more the harder he tugs, which only makes Sammie moan and chase after him rolling his tongue primally along the bloodied flesh caught between his teeth. Remmick caves to Sammie's desires in the next second, letting him suckle on his torn lip as he fucks the kid for all he's worth, if only he gets to keep hearing him sing, his hands traveling down to hold Sammie by the hips.
As Sammie kisses him bloody, he bites his tongue next, which hurts a lot more than biting his lip did, but Remmick does not flinch away from this time. His tongue throbs and aches as Sammie digs his teeth into it, sucks at the violated muscle. It's the second bite that makes Remmick groan with pain that begins to outweigh pleasure, and the third that makes him try to pull away. Sammie only tightens his hold around Remmick's neck though, keeping him close by force, sucking on his shredded tongue with a hunger that stirs a real fear back up in Remmick.
He doesn't scream until Sammie bites all the way through his tongue, gurgling through the gore as Sammie swallows it down like pulp as he chases the thick spurts of blood now coming from the back of Remmick's mouth in a craze, wanting more, more, more.
Sammie clings to him as he falls to the ground, landing hard on his back and knocking the wind out of him as Sammie lands on top, still riding him and licking eagerly at the pool of blood that has become his mouth, leaking out his nose, down his cheeks and his chin, he can't breathe through it. Sammie's moan is entirely sexual as he grinds Remmick's cock into his sweet spot, moves to tear at the man's throat without a shred of restraint left.
He's long dead before Sammie cums, riding him through his orgasm and feeding his fill from anywhere that still bleeds.
He keeps the dead man's cock inside him as he slows to a stop, catches his breath and looks down at his handiwork. He can feel blood dripping from and drying on his own skin, and he scoops some of it onto his tongue with his fingers as he considers his surroundings. He doesn't need to move to recover the stake from where Remmick previously dropped it.
He toys with the tip of it at his fingertip, until he can feel a new mind starting to pry into his own. He watches the mess of ripped skin beneath him become a whole man again, then bends down to kiss him sweetly as he comes awake. They meet in their minds before Remmick's body needs to catch up, everything that happened becoming clear to him in his postmortem state. He's too distracted by Sammie's loving kiss, and by his still rock hard cock still being buried deep inside Sammie's blood-warmed pussy to notice what Sammie's intentions are, kissing him desperately, rocking his hips up into him, until the point digging into his chest gives him pause.
"...what are you doing?" Remmick asks, glancing down between them to see Sammie's got the stake pointed right at his heart.
"Sorry, darlin'..." Sammie murmurs, giving Remmick a pitying look. "I ain't interested in no together forever..." and he doesn't give Remmick the opportunity to argue before he thrusts the stake through the newborn vampire's chest.
The man turns to dust beneath him, his knees on hard ground over empty space as Remmick slips back out of his mind. The quiet of the room swallows him whole. The man's essence buzzes under his skin, mingles with all the others, will continue to do so for the rest of Sammie's life.
Sammie shuffles through their discarded clothing while he's still on the floor, digs the dead man's wallet out of his pocket. When he opens it, it's flush with cash, which he takes and stuffs into his own pocket with little more than an agitated huff. "Don't have any money..." he mutters as he stands himself up and starts to dust Remmick's remains off his legs.
He puts his clothes back on in silence, the dark of night still waiting for him outside, the rush of fresh life roaring in his system. The night is still young. He can still enjoy the time he's got left.
He takes his only two things, his stake and his guitar, and leaves Remmick's remains behind as he lets the door lock behind him on his way out.