Dusty "THAT DUMBASS THAT SLEPT WITH COBY" Baker (dusty_storm) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-02 14:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-28 |
Here comes another heartbreak, beating like a drum
Who: Dusty and Gareth
When: 2:34am | Sunday
Where: On the outskirts of Scarlet Oak
Warnings: NSFW - blood & sexy things
Gareth turned to Dusty with a grin on his features, his blue eyes glinting in the warm Michigan evening. They had just stepped out of their trailer, a soft breeze surrounding them. "D. You ready to find that bastard that got his claws on good ol' Gid?" The pair had meditated on the idea for a couple days -- well, perhaps "meditated" wasn't the right term. A better one might have been "wordlessly agreed while Gareth got shit faced" -- and had come to the conclusion that anything that was able to rip Gideon up deserved to be torn limb from limb. Gareth, now contentedly sober, and not hung over in the least was strapping his cross-bow case to his back, looking at his older friend with open excitement and minor apprehension. "Guess we're gonna wanna arm to the teeth if we're dealin' with somethin' new." They had their tools, bagged up appropriately, at their feet.
"Yeah," Dusty answered, squinting and glancing around the dark trailer park as though he didn't really care about what Gareth was saying to him. "S'why we got it all packed up already, Gare." He stooped down and hooked a hand around the straps of the duffel bag, heaving it up to lug it into the back of the pick-up truck. Dusty pushed the tailgate back up into place and locked it, slapping his palm against the metal before turning to head around to the side of the truck. "Let's get this shit on the road," he called back over one shoulder. Not waiting on Gareth, Dusty climbed into the passenger side and settled himself into the seat, claiming his spot before his friend could insist that he had to drive.
Gareth couldn't help but look a little miffed. Dusty had been nothing but despondent and distant since the blonde man had fallen asleep on him the day before... actually, it had started before that, hadn't it? The morning that he and Dusty had--- the Texan pushed those thoughts away, climbing into the driver side of the vehicle, brow knit with thought for a moment. He didn't like things to be like this... Dusty distant and seemingly angry, he himself striving to ignore what had transgressed between them... but it was inevitable, while they were similar in endless ways, they simply dealt with stress differently. "I guess we ought'a not tell Gid what we uh, do tonight, even though he'd act like one'a them fair maidens in a fairy tale. "ooooh you slayed the dragon fer meeeeeeee?" sorta shit, which would be gay. Shit." He laughed and ran one hand through his blonde hair, removing his hat only momentarily to do so.
Dusty snorted and rolled his eyes at the comment about Gideon, nodding despite himself. "Yeah, yer probably right. We don't want none'a that shit. Let's just kill us a damn demon and be done with it." He closed the door behind him and leaned back, tilting his head to lean it against the cushioned rest behind him. "How many'a those things you think are out there? The demons, I mean. Not gays." Dusty rolled his head to look at Gareth, grinning devilishly at him for a moment. He knew he was being crass, and he didn't really care.
"Ain't they the same thing?" Gareth laughed, leaning back in the seat and resting his head momentarily. That joke had been sheer habit for him, and just as all the other times he'd bashed homosexuality, he felt a quiet ache in his chest. Outside the sun had set, leaving the sky an ocean of purples and blues, fading into an inky black. After his pause, he slid the keys into the ignition and started up the truck, hesitating only a moment before backing it down the driveway and out onto the road. "In all, uh, seri---os--ity, I'm guessin' there's gotta be more n' a few hundred in the area... I mean, all those attacks couldn'ta been just one guy on his lonesome."
Laughing at the joke as well, Dusty took it the extra step and seemingly enjoyed himself a little more strongly than Gareth had, laughing after the other man had stopped. As the truck pulled out into the street Dusty settled, resting his right arm on the windowsill as they drove. "Couple'a thousand or something, probably. I mean like... not all in this area, but... you know, all in Michigan or whatever. Scary shit, Gareth. What the fuck is this world comin' to?" He watched out the window as they drove, eyes narrowing on a woman walking by herself as they pulled up to a stop light. "You see that?" he asked, gesturing to Gareth. "Shit, I'd like to strap her on and wear her like a gas-mask."
"Yeah, she's nice lookin'." Gareth agreed, grinning manically at Dusty's description of what he had in mind for the woman. "I think I could show her a good time myself -- and don't chu dare make no jokes about bakin' with her or listenin' to show tunes." He added quickly, abruptly defensive. It mostly came from that feeling in his chest -- the anxious feeling of being caught in a lie. He did like women though, a lot. His mind drifted, thinking back on the feel of Dusty's thighs flexing against his own legs as his hand wrapped around that hard and even throbbing arousal -- "Hey D?" His voice was soft, hesitating.
"Sure as shit she's good lookin'," he said, whistling low and in an almost dangerously interested way. He turned back to Gareth as his friend started rambling on about show tunes, eyes narrowed sharply. "Oh, shut yer shit. Lord, Gare. You worry too damn much. I weren't gonna make fun'a you for nothin'." He took his hat off and set it between them on the seat, glancing up as he heard Gareth's hesitant call. "What?" he demanded.
Gareth's eyes had a distant, almost dazed look to them, but they were locked on the road, his head not even twitching towards his best friend as he paused, seeming to think. That day.... Dusty's mouth, a space away from his, their breath heavy in the summer sunlight, his hand moving slowly along Dusty's hard shaft, feeling it carefully... "You uh, you remember that thing we did the other day, when you kinda climbed on top of me---"
Dusty's eyes snapped over to Gareth as soon as he realized where this was going, all compassion and friendly nature gone from his face. His left hand shot out to grab for the other man, strong fingers closing around the loose collar of Gareth's shirt. The car swerved on the road and yet Dusty held on, waiting for the other man to correct his driving. This was nothing new between the two of them, after all. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, and he meant it.
Gareth wasn't exactly surprised by the hand grabbing him and holding tight, but the suddenness of the movement and the fact he was behind the wheel added an uncomfortable element. Even as Dusty's cold and calloused hand gripped the front of his shirt, the blonde felt a thrill of arousal and excitement sink into his gut, searing him, making his knees buckle. His mind flashed back to Dusty pinning him against the couch, to how the man's mouth felt against his own -- the arousal took hold of Gareth's cock, blood swarming downward. The truck swerved, and finally Gareth guided it off the road, applying the brakes until Dusty was done proving his point. "O--oh--- okay D." He agreed, his voice tight, tiny.
As the truck pulled off the road Dusty's eyes turned out the front window, scanning the street as though he imagined they might be trying to avoid something. The moment the truck came to a stop he released Gareth, the fabric of the other man's shirt clearly upset by the rough contact. "What the hell you doin' on the side of the road," he grumbled, talking through his clenched teeth. He pulled back onto his side of the truck and folded his arms over his chest, simply waiting for Gareth to begin driving again. "We got shit to kill, don't we?"
"Sorry. I uh... thought there might be an animal in the road. I didn't want to hit it or nothin'." Gareth answered softly, realizing that they were playing the game of pretend again. Pretend nothing happened, pretend there wasn't anything between them, no tension. "Sorry D." He repeated and curved back onto the road, holding his breath tightly, swallowing down the emotions. "We don't even know what we're lookin' for here though. I guess... you think we'll know what it is when we see it, huh?" He answered himself, trying to keep the subject on a change.
"There weren't no fuckin' animal," Dusty grumbled, ready to turn the truck around and go home... But then, as long as they were out, hunting might be a good way to relieve some tension between them. They could kill something together, laugh about it and try to come to some kind of peace. In light of that, Dusty kept his mouth closed about the idea of going home. "Yeah, we'll probably know it when we see it, I reckon... I mean, it ain't exactly gonna look human or nothin', right?"
"I dunno. I was too riled up when patchin' Gideon, I didn't really hear no description of it at all." He answered softly, tone guarded for the moment. He wished -- desperately -- that they had never come to god forsaken Michigan. Their lives could have continued on as it had before, mutual silence on Gareth's bisexuality, the easy ignorance of humanity. Instead Dusty was a blood sucker, Gareth was out, and they couldn't go more than a day or two without tearing each other down. It was painful, and he just wanted their friendship back to normal. Of course... there was part of him that would never want to give up that fleeting moment... Dusty in his lap, Gareth's hand closing around that hard yet silken flesh... He swallowed dryly, his stomach twisting. "Either way... we oughta know, I mean, it's a fuckin' Demon, right?"
"Yeah, I guess yer right... we should know it when we see it." Dusty nodded, easily agreeing with Gareth. His best friend could be stupid at times, but right now probably wasn't one of them. A demon would have to be obvious, he figured. As silence descended between them Dusty felt a bit of anxiety creeping down his spine, the memories from a few nights back being stirred up all too easily. It wasn't easy to stomach and he shifted, resting his chin on his hand as the truck bumped along down the road. "Where we drivin' to, anyhow... just... wherever?"
"I was listenin' to the radio, heard that there was a higher account'a attacks just outside Scarlet Oak, nearer to Ann Arbor, so I figure we go there an' hang out. Wait an' shit. Gotta run into somethin'. I brought plenty'a cigarettes an' a couple bottles of beer, though I know you can't have none'a that." He'd thought about getting Dusty some bottled blood, but he hated the idea of his friend drinking the slim-fast equivalent of blood. "We can kinda just shoot the shit. Something's bound to come along." He reached into his pocket, keeping one hand on the wheel, and then lit up a cigarette, thankful for the light wind -- it didn't blow out his lighter. Taking a long drag, the blonde glanced at Dusty. "Unless you remember where Gid said he was when he got attacked... maybe the Demon left somethin' behind that would sort'a lead us to him."
Well, that sounded fantastic. Shooting the shit with Gareth meant they were sure to hit uncomfortable grounds, and that wasn't exactly where Dusty wanted to go right now. He looked to Gareth when he felt the eyes on him and sighed, his face relatively smoothed over and devoid of any obvious emotions. "I don't remember nothin'," he said honestly, and reached out to snag the cigarette right out from between Gareth's lips. It wasn't difficult, given his heightened speed, and all too soon he was enjoying the action of smoking someone else's cigarette, despite the fact that nothing real would come of it. At least he wasn't going to get cancer.
Gareth huffed as his cigarette was taken, and then reached for another. "Bastard." It sounded almost affectionate. He lit up again, making a sharp left before pulling the truck into a nearby restaurant parking lot. "Gid says that cigarettes don't do nothin' fer you Hoss," he chided quietly, inhaling deep. They certainly weren't helping his condition at all but... he didn't want to think about it. "I mean, there ain't no headbuzz or nothin, right?" he asked, curious. After all, it was mostly habit for him too, but he at least had the effect of feeling calmer after a long drag.
Dusty glanced to Gareth, just barely turning his head so that it wouldn't be noticeable. He'd heard the tinge of something in the other man's voice, but couldn't quite pin his finger on it. He wasn't exactly stupid, even if they were both more than a little illiterate. "They help me in my own damn way," he answered, his tone shorter than he'd meant it to be. Dusty opened the side door to let himself out, his boots hitting the ground heavily as he landed. He closed the door behind him, the sound of it echoing through the mostly empty parking lot. His eyes traveled across the way to the building and he stared through the windows, watching the people talking to each other, laughing, eating. A rise of jealousy turned his stomach and he forced himself to look away, refocus back onto what they were doing. "So we just gonna start wanderin' then?"
Gareth grabbed himself a beer before sliding out of the driver seat, striding after his friend, his posture amiable. "Okay. Yeah, I guess we just start walkin'. I hear they're more into supernaturals than humans anyway, so..." He took another hit off his cigarette, nonplussed by Dusty's seeming irritation. The man had been irritable since he'd spilled across Gareth's chest two days before, and no amount of placating would make up for that irritation. The memory of Dusty losing himself in Gareth's hand made the Texan's knees weaken and his heart speed up momentarily, racing to his throat. He swallowed, exhaling, and caught up to Dusty, willing his body to calm. "Whatever sonofabitch got Gid like that is gonna regret it though, ain't no one seen the likes'a us D."
Dusty walked just in front of Gareth, glancing over one shoulder in his friend's direction as he listened to him talk. Gareth always seemed to be talking, even when he wasn't really saying anything. It was one of the more interesting things about him, for sure. He left the cigarette hanging between his lips and shoved his hands into his back jeans pockets, strutting as though he were trying to show off. He wasn't worried about what they might run into tonight. He was cocky, and probably over-confident, but not without reason. He and Gareth had done so much killing in their lives so far that there was little left to be afraid of. "Well, we probably won't run into the same one, Gare, but... we'll sure as shit fuck up whatever we do happen to cross."
"Damn right." The blonde agreed happily enough and allowed Dusty to continue in front of him. It was how they had always walked to school together: Dusty a few steps ahead, pushing anyone who messed with them out of the way. It was no wonder the younger man had a hero-complex for his friend. No one had ever been there for him the way Dusty had. Even his own family was a distant memory. "I don't think Gideon was ready, even with all his Ninja shit, you know? Us? We got this down to a god damned artwork. Like Picasso or--" His words fell short as something flashed across his vision, dark and terrifying... worst of all, fast. "Fuck. D. You see that?"
"Uh huh," Dusty returned, turning to watch over his shoulder. Gareth was rambling a little, but he hadn't noticed that just yet. "What'd I see?" he asked, blinking as the conversation changed. He turned back to look, stopping and taking a few steps to the side. "I didn't see nothin'," he told Gareth. "You seein' things?"
"Somethin' dark Hoss. It were like--" but before Gareth could finish his description something cold tightened around his throat, cutting off his air. Someone was choking-- his eyes shifted, even as his face turned red, and he was just barely able to see a creature at his side. It looked almost human... but there was something otherworldly about it. The jetblack skin, the way it almost seemed to be made of smoke. He couldn't see its eyes, but they were made of flames, burning embers. His hands lifted weakly, trying to pry the hand off, grasping at the sturdy wrist and pulling in vain. "NDddd--" He tried for Dusty's name but the grip only grew stronger and Gareth's eyes began to roll into the back of his head.
Dusty had turned to look back through the night landscape again, his vampire's eyes peeling back the layers of dark to see through the trees beyond the parking lot. When he heard the strangled sounds coming from Gareth he spun around to face him, his instincts taking over more quickly than he could realize what he was doing. The sight that met him was not what he'd been expecting, and in a moment of confusion he stumbled backward, boots scraping the pavement as his mind switched over to another drive. It wasn't time to fuck around, and he knew it without needing to be told. Had it been another situation he would have pulled out a weapon or thought his next actions through -- but as it was, Gareth's life was being choked right out of him and Dusty didn't have the time for something as occupying as thought. Instead he moved straight into attack, lurching his body forward to take down the pair of them.
All three bodies hit the pavement, the demon on the bottom with Gareth smashed between them. Dusty shoved his friend aside in an effort to get him out of harm's way, and as he met the demon all common sense had seemingly vanished from him, fangs bared and eyes wide with all the pent-up rage of a man too foolish to properly take care of himself. They met each other with snarls and even as fists began to fly the smoke leaking from the demon's body surrounded the both of them. Dusty was thrown to the side but not left alone, and immediately the demon was on him, their struggle intensified.
Gareth was struggling for breath. He could hear Dusty fighting the demon, but it was like hearing underwater. The sounds were muted, distant. He groaned, and it hurt. He knew he couldn't keep laying where he was though, that wasn't an option. Letting out another groan, the blonde forced himself to his feet, wincing, but slowly getting his breath back. He checked his silver arrow scabber on his back, relieved to feel it mostly undamaged. Drawing one of the arrows, he launched himself at the demon -- it was no on top of Dusty -- and brought the arrow down, slamming it into the monster's back. The response wasn't exactly what he was looking for however. The demon's arm shot out, belting Gareth across the stomach even as its owner howled in pain from the arrow.
Dusty took the opportunity to grab for the demon, strong hands closing around its throat to heave it back down against the pavement. The arrow snapped in half and the demon raged, though the sound didn't do anything to sway Dusty's mindless instincts. He had to protect Gareth from whatever the fuck this beast was, and all he could assume was that this was the same thing that had attacked Gideon. He had never in his life seen anything quite like it. As he and the demon met once more there was a painful tearing sensation in his stomach, the proverbial wind knocked clean out of him. Blood splattered in a rain of crimson and Dusty was tossed aside like a rag-doll, a wrenched cry catching in his throat as his hip smacked into the pavement. Bone cracked somewhere inside but it wasn't enough to keep him down.
"You goddamn bastard!" he roared, reaching to grasp at the demon's legs as it turned to deal with Gareth. The moment he felt the solid form between his palms he lurched forward, fangs sinking into the strange flesh without thought. Immediately blood rushed from the wound, filling his mouth too soon; it was too much and Dusty coughed through it, his grip only tightening even as the demon turned back to deal with him.
Gareth didn't hesitate getting back on his feet; their lives meant more than that. Dusty meant more than a blow to the stomach. He lurched forward, coughing minor amounts of blood onto the pavement, and reached for another arrow. Pulling it out, he glanced down at his friend, worried only momentarily. Dusty would heal. He cursed the loss of his crossbow -- it had skittered across the parking lot when he'd been thrown to the ground -- but at least he still had the sharp part of his weapon. Throwing himself on their attacker again, Gareth brought the silver down into the Demon's throat -- only to pull it out again. This time he slammed the metal into the Demon's shoulder. It reached up, possibly intending to shove him back, but as it did, Gareth brought the arrow down into its palm, where it lodged.
There was a roar of anger and pain, and Gareth reached for another arrow, intending to stab the monster directly in the eye -- the same eye it had cost Gideon -- but then the blonde was backhanded -- arrow and all, and he found himself sprawled about three feet away from where the demon was dealing with Dusty.
Dusty was ready for it when the demon's hands came after him again, though the arrow sticking out of one palm took him by surprise. He reached out to stop the advance, his fingers closing around the demon's wrists. Dusty had stopped drinking the moment Gareth's attack had soured, the leg wrenched away from him enough that it would have been stupid to hold on. Their combined enemy was weakening though, drained of blood and injured several times, and he and Dusty's strength evened out slightly.
Through a feat of incredible strength on his part, Dusty threw the demon's weight off of him, coming out on top of the other form even as the creature snarled beneath him. One of the hands wrenched out of his grasp and he was left scrambling, trying to take hold of the situation. The hand grasped him by the throat, the grip frighteningly strong despite the injuries it had been subjected to so far.
Gareth saw what was happening as if it were in slow motion. Dusty was on top of the demon, but that hand, the same one that had closed around his own neck, was going for Dusty's. Making a soft sound in the back of his throat, the blonde man lunged, drawing out yet another arrow. "Lean back D! Lean back hard!" He shouted, a little blood staining his lips, and then he was bringing the arrow down, slamming it into the demon's eye. Blood gouted, spraying across Gareth's pale features, and he made a soft noise of disgust. "We're gonna kill ya, ya sick fucker!" The words were nearly screamed and brought back one booted foot, swinging wide to kick it in the head as it screetched its agony.
Dusty couldn't really do much of anything in the way of leaning anywhere, and when Gareth attacked he found himself grateful that the other man had been trained so well. The blood hit him as well, but it was miniscule when compared to the blood everywhere else. Dusty let out a snarled noise of relief when his throat was released and instantly his hands were on the demon's head, grasping it hard to smash it back against the pavement. The demon howled in agony as it was slowly overtaken, not having been prepared to take on two hunters -- and certainly not one with extraordinary strength.
"Die, you sonuvabitch!"
There was blood everwhere. It soaked their clothes, the ground beneath them, splattered on their faces and on their hands... but still the demon fought, clawed fingers tearing down Dusty's chest in a desperate attempt to turn the battle in its favor.
Gareth moved with a deft sort of grace that only accompanied him during a hunt. Side stepping, and then falling back a few paces, he left Dusty to his work, pausing only long enough to grab his crossbow from where it had come to a stop. It was a little scuffed, but the blonde didn't take any time to notice this, his eyes were locked steadfastly on Dusty, who was definitely winning this battle. Blood ran in rivulets down Gareth's nose and cheeks, his hands and forearms were slick with it -- droplets the side of pinheads adorned his long and golden lashes. His shirt would never come clean, nor would his jeans, which were stained here and there. Dusty was winning this fight, and for the moment, Gareth was able to watch with the same worshiping gaze he always had.
All snarls and single-minded fury, Dusty slaughtered the demon as its skull was split open against the pavement. To say the mess was worsened would be to make an understatement, and as the brutal murder came to a close the vampire grunted, his muscles tensing as he gripped the demon's head and pulled.
Dusty fell backward as the head was ripped from the body he'd had pinned underneath him, his eyes dangerous as he growled, uttering sounds of triumph and exhaustion, pain and accomplishment. He released the head and sent it tumbling away from them, a sickening sound following its short path.
The aftermath left Dusty in a cloud of uneven emotions, his body healing even as it brimmed with the life of the demon he'd just finished destroying. The foreign blood fogged up his common sense, his urges and thoughts demanding and immediately at the front of his mind. Anger and relief were at the forefront of his thoughts, and as he turned to Gareth he remembered to be concerned for his friend. "You're okay," he said, not giving Gareth the chance to say otherwise. "You're okay. We're both okay." Dusty felt uneven, powerful but off-balance. "I might not be okay..."
Gingerly, he reached to touch the wounds on his chest and stomach, drawing in a sharp hiss of pain.
Gareth stared at Dusty, in awe of his friend, numbed to his toes by the raw strength the other man had displayed. His breath hitched softly as Dusty's eyes focused on his, that astounding blue. There was concern in the scruffy man's voice, even as he dictated their current states of composure. The wince that passed Dusty's lips made Gareth wince as well -- and though his neck was bruised, he was otherwise unharmed. He gingerly stepped forward and then reached out, touching the slick blood that ran along Dusty's jaw, his finger leaving a clean line where it travelled. "Fuck D." He had meant to say something else... something more prolific -- "You'll heal up." or "I can stitch you up." perhaps -- but he couldn't find even the basic words yet. He was too startled -- and honestly, turned on -- by the raw emotion and anger he'd seen in Dusty in those moments. "You killed it."
Dusty would have drawn back from the touch under normal circumstances, but at the moment he was feeling anything but normal -- anything but in control. He reached out suddenly, grasping at Gareth's shoulder to keep him close, as though the other man had threatened to go someplace. "Don't you-" he started, though it stopped just as quickly. He felt powerful, unstoppable, as though he'd been gifted with the power of the gods all at once. "You should feel this," he told Gareth, shaking his head side to side. "Shit, Gare. Fuck." He bent over suddenly, his hand slipping from his friend's shoulder as both palms touched to his knees.
Without warning Dusty was standing upright again, eyes widened as his raised clenched fists into the air. "I'm fuckin' strong as shit!" The demon's blood coursed through him wildly; he ground his teeth together as he touched his stomach, the wounds starting to close up. Dusty laughed, a quick and barking sound -- but then without warning he was grabbing for Gareth again, pulling at his hair and his clothes to pull their bodies together. "C'mere," he demanded, his voice barely more than a growl.
Gareth laughed a little at Dusty's declaration, but his laugh was cut short when the other man -- the stronger man -- grabbed him and pulled him close. His heart was racing, and he swore he could feel the vampire's heart going too. At the growl, so demanding and rough, Gareth's knees went completely weak and he couldn't stand. His hands, on reflex alone, went to Dusty's shoulders, fingers clasping behind the vampire's neck as he hung on for dear life. Arousal sank into his gut, a hot spike that seared him through, and he found himself pressed tightly against his best friend, clinging. "I'm here D," he breathed, blue eyes wide. A smile speared across his features, bright and naive, the smile he seemed to wear for Dusty alone.
Dusty felt the fingers digging into his shoulder, the lack of strength in Gareth's body. He heard the way the other man spoke, the tremble that shook through every word as though he were falling apart. It all rang true right now, obvious and clear, and it didn't fucking matter. He was all but high right now, maddened by too much of the demon blood and not enough of anything else to keep him level-headed. Something about the way Gareth breathed kept Dusty clinging to him in turn, pulling at his back as though he might bring them closer together. He didn't know what he wanted, only that they were best friends and they'd known each other forever, and... and things had happened between them that were strange and inexplicable. "Get down," he ground out between his teeth, one hand shooting up through Gareth's hair to grasp at it, tug his body downward. "Down, on your knees." He felt his hips buck forward without warning, the sudden realization that he was dying in the midst of a heavy arousal sending a shock of near pain up through his spine. He needed this.
It took all Gareth had to summon up some courage, to defy Dusty, if only for a moment. Before he dared drop to his knees, he pushed himself onto his toes, reminding his legs to work, and then leaned in, dipping his head long enough to meet Dusty's lips in a slow but demanding kiss. This was what he had been waiting for. This was what he wanted -- he could play over the morning that Dusty had climbed into his lap a thousand times, but he was stuck on that kiss, and more than anything he wanted another. His fingers slid along Dusty's blood covered neck, wiping clean patches, smearing the dark red elsewhere, and then he finally slid down to his knees, knowing what was wanted of him, what was being demanded of him. His fingers found Dusty's zipper and he pulled it down with deft ease, freeing the arousal effortlessly.
Too overtaken by his body's demands, Dusty didn't even really register the contact right away. The kiss came and went before he pieced it together, his lips still parted as it sank in -- and as Gareth sank downward onto his knees. Dusty's grip on the other man's lengthening hair didn't decrease, his strong fingers like stone against anything Gareth could put up against it. "Do it," he growled, pressing his hips forward. He could feel the wind against his skin as he was released from his jeans, though it was neither hot or cold. It didn't matter. "C'mon, Gareth... s'what you jerk yourself off to every night, you fuckin'... queer."
Dusty's words should have hurt -- should have done anything other than what they did. Gareth felt a shudder of arousal so strong it made his stomach clench and then he was leaning in, his pink lips parting to take Dusty into his mouth. The taste of the other man was like nothing he'd ever known before. It was skin, and scent -- a scent that was purely Dusty -- and somewhat warm. He let his tongue roll along the bottom of Dusty's arousal, licking gently from the base of his cock up to the head. He slipped his tongue along the slit there, teasing a little before leaning in, taking Dusty entirely. The bigger man's cock hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around it, working not to gag. His blue eyes drifted shut as he began to lavish the older man's arousal as best he could.
Dusty was instantly overwhelmed by the feel of Gareth's mouth around him, the sensations of wetness and human-like heat driving him near to the point of insanity. He gasped, his body giving in as he trembled and finally began to collapse, his legs parting as he sank downward. "A sec," he muttered, holding onto the other man's hair as though he would run at any moment otherwise, be gone and leave him on his own. Dusty hit the ground flat on his ass and sank backward, back arched as his shoulders touched the pavement first, his head scraping mindlessly against the rough ground as he settled. The pain didn't register; it just simply wasn't important enough to take note of.
Gareth let Dusty drop, let him get settled. The blonde was too far gone. If Dusty was high off the demon blood, then Gareth was high off Dusty. Once Dusty was on his back, the blonde reached out, tugging the older man's pants down to his knees. One hand slipped between Dusty's legs and Gareth cupped his balls, holding them in a gentle but firm grip. Without another word he shifted forward, moving to take Dusty back into his mouth, to taste. He hummed low in his throat, desperate to taste the man he loved so deeply. Part of his mind, a screeching, unimportant part, told him that Dusty would be furious when this was over, that this could wreck their friendship. Gareth ignored it steadfastly, wanting only to hear his name on the older man's lips. He began to bob his head slowly, giving Dusty's balls a small squeeze as he did so.
The sudden feel of pressure took Dusty by surprise, and as he succumbed to everything Gareth was giving him he groaned, low in the back of his throat. It turned into a growl, his hips bucking upward at the squeeze that accompanied what was quickly becoming one of his favorite oral moments of his life. If his heart could beat, he imagined he'd be suffering heart failure at the hands of the other man, the pleasure overtaking him in vicious waves. He felt powerful and immensely weakened all at once, his muscles aching to be used, to tense and work. He could barely find the will to fight back, to lift his hips off of the ground, his mind stronger than even the blood that had taken his body hostage. Sometime later he'd be cursing himself for this, furious, ready to break anybody who so much as looked at him... but for now, all he could really feel was the impossibly amazing level of attention coming from between Gareth's lips.
Gareth listened to every noise that came from his friend, every gasp and moan and growl. His hand continued the gentle, rhythmic squeezing on Dusty's balls, occasionally stroking the soft and fuzzy skin he found there, and he sped up his mouth a little, now applying minor suction even as his tongue ran along the underside of Dusty's shaft. He was moaning softly himself, his own arousal throbbing, the demon blood on his heated face drying and sticking. His thumb stroked along Dusty's testes, occasionally brushing the base of his cock and petting there for a moment. He couldn't speak, but he wanted to tell Dusty to come for him, that he wanted to taste all the older man could give. He had never been one to go down on other guys, he didn't like the taste, but right now he wanted to have everything Dusty could give him and more.
Dusty's mouth fell open as he panted senselessly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he - all too quickly - lost every shred of his willpower. He couldn't stop himself from feeling all Gareth gave him, his sensitive skin overly so right now, taking everything in almost as hard as the first contact. He lost himself completely, a mess of blood and power and lust, and as Gareth took him in as far as he could manage the seeming end of everything shook his body. Violence wracked him as he came, fists hitting the pavement at the same moment as his voice exploded, a raw and almost defiant cry of pleasure that rang through the empty parking lot.
He couldn't speak or move to pull away, and instead Dusty simply found his peace and let it overwhelm him, laying on the ground beneath Gareth as though he were mortally wounded.
Gareth wasn't ready for the violent reaction that came from Dusty -- the jerking, screaming orgasm -- but he did his best anyway, swallowing down every drop the older man gave, relishing in the taste. It was Dusty. Deftly, with the movements of a lover, Gareth tugged his friend's pants back up while he worked to catch his breath. A small, bitter part of his mind told him to be ready for blows, but instead Gareth took a deep breath and reached out to grasp Dusty's hand. He was going to be a step ahead this time. "Fuck man. Ain't never seen you kill somethin so hard. That was fuckin' impressive. Let's get back to the fucking truck." What he was thinking went unsaid, though Dusty probably heard it in his own mind. Pretend I didn't just blow you like a bitch queer... the bitterness in this thought stunned him, and for a moment he had to work to keep his happy face on. It stayed though, and he waited for Dusty to take his hand, to resume their game of "ignore the feelings".
It was all Dusty could do to agree with Gareth at this point, nodding his head a little senselessly as he gripped the hand in his and used it for leverage to stand. The moment he was stable on his feet he pulled his hand back though, unwilling to leave it where it was. He flexed his neck, cocking his head to one side and then the next, the look on his face unsettling. He wasn't done. He wasn't ready to go home just yet. "I'm starvin'," he told Gareth, teeth coming together as his jaw tensed. Nothing was really working right in his head, his instincts and impulses shot to the forefront, taking control over his actions. "Let's find someone, Gareth... let's find someone, 'cause I'm gonna die of starvation, man. You don't want me to die, do you?" There was an undercurrent of aggression behind the voice, something dangerous and undeniable on Gareth's part.
"No way D. You ain't feedin' off some stranger. Here, bite me. Okay?" He stepped forward, baring his neck, his heart hammering. The idea of Dusty feeding off anyone else sent spirals of jealousy through him, making his stomach clench and his body ache in ways he couldn't begin to understand. "I feel fuckin'... inhuman, musta got some'a that demon blood in me or somethin, cuz I feel like god damn Goliath." And it was true. Perhaps it was from Dusty's... he killed that train of thought, instead moving closer still to his friend. "But you ain't bitin' no one else. Just feed off of me." He hoped there was no room for argument in his voice, or that Dusty was hungry enough to simply do as suggested. Gareth wasn't comfortable hunting humans, and he certainly didn't want the older man's mouth on anyone else's neck. Not now, not ever.
"No!" Dusty snapped. He pulled away from Gareth, turning quickly, light on his feet as he headed toward the truck. "You ain't a fount of ever-flowin' blood, Gareth. And -- and more to the point, you moron... I can feed offa whoever the fuck I wanna." There were veins crawling down his neck and over his forehead as he tensed, every word taking more and more out of him. "I ain't supposed to just feed off one person anyhow." Dusty turned away again, pulling the door to the truck open so that he could climb inside. "C'mon, Gare. Get in. We're gettin' outta here." He grabbed the keys out of his own pocket and jingled them in the air between them, grinning like a fool.
"You ain't fuckin' feedin' off just anyone you asshole!" Gareth's voice was hoarse as he shouted, anger spilling out of him, mingling with jealousy. "You ain't never gonna be one a' them vampires all the way, I ain't gonna fuckin' let you find some poor human an' feed off'a them!" He launched himself onto his friend, unable to take him down but grabbing him none the less, letting him go to stand before the scruffy man. "Feed off'a me, or go fuckin' hungry. If I have to use silver to make you listen I'll do it." He bared his neck, his heart thudding, his stomach churning with fury and upset.
Dusty reached out in a flash of movement, his wide palm hitting Gareth flat in the middle of the chest. "Fuck you!" he snapped, snarling as he followed after his stumbling friend. "You ain't got control over what I do! You ain't my damn momma!" He stood close to Gareth, as close as it got without touching. "You fuckin' try to use that silver on me, you asshole. What's there sayin' I ain't already like those vampires anyway?"
Gareth was left breathless and in agonizing pain as Dusty landed one swift blow to his chest. He gasped helplessly, forcing himself to breathe, to work through the pain. It began to abide and he stepped forward again, eyes blazing. "Fuck you you stupid ass!" He growled, baring his teeth. "You ain't like them other vampires because you ain't never fed off'a no un-suspectin' soul!" His chest ached, that windless feeling still hurting him. "Now we're goan get back in the god damned truck, and yer gonna either feed off'a me, or yer gonna go hungry. Least you can do is listen to me seein' as I just swallowed about a gallon a' yer spunk."
And just like that, Dusty's patience was snapped in half. If he'd been trying to be nice to Gareth up until now, things were about to get a lot worse for the other man. He grabbed Gareth by the collar of his button up and yanked him forward, twisting them both to slam the slender form of his friend into the back of the truck. He pinned him there, coming in close with his fangs bared. "I ain't never fed offa no one unsuspectin'?! You sure'a that Gare? What about that guy we killed in Detroit a few days back? Huh? Weren't he unsuspectin'?" He came in closer, voice low. "And I ain't forced you to do nothin', you fuckin' cock-sucker. You queer... you went down on yer knees good and willin' just as fast as you could, Gareth, and you liked it. Don't try and lie to me, you stupid asshole. You dream about touchin' my cock every fuckin' night while yer sleepin' right next to me. Fuckin' pervert." Dusty pushed away from Gareth, releasing him to back off. His shoulders were arched backward as though he were daring the other man to come after him. He was more than ready to fuck shit up if necessary.
Gareth was too stunned to speak for a long moment. His mouth gaped, his blue eyes burned with shock. Dusty's words cut him to the quick and he had trouble remembering to breathe. His gaze dropped, down to Dusty's boots, and he took another moment to find something, anything to say in response. "I ain't no more than one'a the whores you fuck then, huh?" he muttered, and then reached up, yanking his silver cross off his neck. Dusty had hurt him, he could hurt back. He slammed the metal against his friend's cheek, slapping it there before ducking under Dusty's arm and bolting away, running. "Take the fuckin' truck, I don't want you or it or fuckin' nothin' D," he grunted, knowing Dusty would hear him even as he put distance between them.
Dusty hissed at the touch of silver to his cheek, tearing the offending thing away to turn and throw it. The silver flickered and then was gone, and Dusty was immediately on the chase, following after Gareth with the speed given to him the day his mortality was robbed away. "When I get home, I'm throwin' out every bit'a that goddamn silver we got!" he roared, boots pounding the pavement before he caught up with Gareth. He grabbed him by the hair, coming to a halt while yanking his hunting partner back toward him. "Fuckin' retard!" he shouted, his free hand freeing up to smack Gareth across the face as hard as he dared.
Gareth's head snapped to the side with the slap, a small whimper escaping him. Part of the blonde wanted to lash out at Dusty -- but he had neither the strength nor the succor to fight properly. One hand reached up, grasping at Dusty's chin, his neck, anything. "Fuck you D. You gotta be part queer t'shove yer best friend down on his knees an' make him take yer cock. Not like I could exactly pull away, yer stronger n' me!" His cheek was glowing red, his heart slamming so hard in his chest he could hardly bare to breathe.
"Shut up!" Dusty screamed, and in a moment of unbridled rage he shoved Gareth from him, watching as the other man fell to the ground just after the pavement ended, the grass no more cushioning but not quite as harsh. He followed behind Gareth, his body covering the smaller man easily as he pinned him to the ground on his stomach. There was a sudden spike of arousal in his loins and his hips bucked forward, a grunt passing his lips as he shuddered. "Fuck you," he growled, leaning in to exhale a breath across Gareth's throat. "You want me to feed off of you, you fuckin' bitch? You remember how painful it is or are you really that stupid?"
Gareth's heart was hammering too loudly -- it drowned out the rest of what was going on. Dusty was against him, holding him down, and the other man's mouth was too close to his neck. Without considering his actions, Gareth attempted to push himself back up, using his arms as leverage, but Dusty was like stone against him and Gareth only managed to rub against the older man uselessly. He fell back down to his stomach and grunted softly. "I don't want you feedin' off no one else," he managed, his tone miserable and tinged with jealousy.
"It don't make no damn sense that I'd go forever without feedin' off other people, Gareth! Don't be so fuckin' stupid." Dusty grasped a handful of blond hair, holding onto it as he pulled upward, Gareth's head forced backward and neck exposed. "After this, we're goin' back out huntin'. I ain't no where near done for the night." Without pause, Dusty leaned in and sank his teeth into the warm flesh waiting for him. The taste of the demon was there, smeared red against white skin, but it didn't matter when the flow of Gareth's blood touched his tongue.