→ Hugo had long since finished making the room Bernadette had given him his own. He'd collected interesting things from the mansion, things people wouldn't (or would, he didn't care) miss and put them up in curious little displays. He had a stack of towels, all white, nearly reaching the ceiling sitting on his dresser. Notebooks were filed with his own brand of haphazard orginization in the bookshelves he'd spent all day hauling upstairs into his space. His trusty little day planner had it's own special spot on his nightstand and he didn't sleep in a morgue drawer anymore. Though he missed the comfortingly tight space replaced by the lavishly large bed. There was a problem though. He'd become so obsessed with collecting that he hardly ever fed anymore. The humans roaming the halls were unappealing to him and he was beginning to look even more gaunt than he usually was.

→ Boy was thriving at the mansion. There was constantly someone to play with him and constantly someone to feed him when he was hungry. Though they had quickly learned that someone needed to be there with him when he ate because he had a bad habit of going too far. When he killed one of the house humans on accident he'd been scolded until he started crying and then they had sort of just taken it easy on him. Today he was wearing his red pajama pants and fresh white t-shirt because every time he took one off to sleep he woke up and the blood stained shirt from the day before was gone and a new one was in its place. He trotted down the hall to Hugo's room after waking and he let himself in without knocking because he never knocked.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you want to play with me?"

→ Hugo was sitting on the very edge of his bed, staring at a blank wall. He'd filled and decorated three so far, but he was saving this one for something special. He just didn't know what it was yet. He'd been sitting there approaching hours now, thinking and unmoving. When Boy came inside, his hand moved as slowly upwards as any statue coming to live would move. "Run along and play with Lewis." Hugo was so disconnected that he didn't even know Lewis was gone, or had been gone for awhile.

→ They hadn't played in what felt like forever and more and more Hugo was less interested in Boy and more interested in just being alone in his room. The first few times Boy just went off merrily and found someone else to play but now it was really starting to dawn on him that Hugo just didn't want him around and that really wasn't sitting well with him at all. He'd already had one tantrum about it and he just folded his arms over his chest and stood there, staring at him as if that might make him change his mind. When it didn't say he said "Did we come here so you could get rid of me?" because sometimes that happened, he thought, people got rid of other people when they were sick of them.

→ Such a change of pace had upset Hugo's delicate balance. While they had security here, Hugo had less of a sense of freedom or independence. Perhaps he'd been striving to get that back by taking control of his own bedroom. Still, when Boy said that, it tugged him from his vision of the perfect wall. Shifting his eyes towards the other, he frowned. "No." The answer slipped without thinking because it was the truth. "I don't want to get rid of you." Though this would be a better place for Boy if Hugo's brain decided to malfunction and send him running from nothing again.

→ "You never play with me anymore. You don't feed with me or sleep with me or let me sleep in here. You never come out of here." And he was really starting to hate it and to resent Hugo for it but he didn't know that that was what those feelings were. "I want to go home." Because even though he liked the house and he liked everyone in the house, he hated the fact that Hugo was non-existant here.

→ Hugo shook his head. "We can't." Because there wasn't one to go back to. Resisting the urge to fall back into his stupor, he stood up, unfolding himself carefully. "This is our home. I thought you liked it here." Slowly, he was coming back into himself, his personna sliding and clicking back into place because he'd been called back by someone important to him.

→ "I do but not if you aren't going to be around." and he hadn't been and it was really bothering Boy. Part of him wanted to run up and throw his arms around Hugo like always but it had been long enough that they hadn't been together that he had a little bit of reluctance. Something was floating through his head telling him not to go and so he just stayed put, arms folded over his chest.

→ Sighing, even though he didn't need breath, Hugo moved his spindly fingers across the bridge of his nose, up onto his forehead, and back through his hair. "You look very tidy." He commented, observing the clean shirt that was such an anomally on Sonny. As he stood, his limited resources of energy drained and he sat back down or rather fell back into a seated position, feeling sick. "What day is it today?"

→ His shoulders lifted and then dropped again. He had no idea what day it was because it wasn't his job to know. All he knew was that Hannah was playing the piano in the living room, Elgyn was off pouting over Lewis being gone. Bernie was playing her xbox and a few of the other vampires were out feeding. The house humans were all just sort of milling around, waiting for the vampires to feed from them, and no one wanted to play with him. "I'm leaving."

→ "Don't." He started to feel the familiar flutter of panic rise up in his chest where his heart would have been beating. "Don't leave. Come here and help me stand up. I'm hungry." It was the first time he'd admitted to any sort of normal functions since that first night at the manor.

→ Part of him wanted to just walk out but instead his body took him forward, desperate to be near Hugo. He pulled him up to his feet and started to tug him towards the door so that they could go and find someone to feed off of because Boy hadn't fed either. Strange things had been happening to him since he'd started feeding off of people here, after that first night with Lewis.

→ The touch finally clicked him back into place, like a personality realignment and he stood there for a second, not letting them move. His arms tightly around Boy, leaning on him, Hugo felt much better and the wall suddenly wasn't quite so important as he'd let it become. "You're so good." He whispered, knowing that he'd put the kid through far too much in his unlife.

→ When Hugo wrapped his arms a little tighter around him, Boy just stopped trying to tug him and he stood there, his own arms wrapped around Hugo's tiny waist. Laying his head against the other vampires chest he closed his eyes and just clung to him like his life depended on it because sometimes he thought that it did.

→ A few moments passed before Hugo felt able to stand on his own. He extricated himself from Boy's grasp, but held onto his hand so that they could go downstairs to find a willing meal. Such things were easy to come by in this place, and if Hugo had been feeling better, he would have gone out in the community to feed, even if Bernadette discouraged it.

→ Boy walked along side of Hugo, just holding tightly onto his hand as they headed downstairs to find someone to feed off of. "When I was feeding last week the person died and Bernadette screamed at me." She hadn't screamed but she'd raised her voice a little and thath ad made him cry. "I didn't mean to."

→ To drink to the point of killing was a luxury not afforded to many in Bernadette's care. It could drive some vampires mad, but Hugo knew that Boy's mistake had simple been that a mistake. "I should have liked to have been there. It was my fault--I should be watching you. You're still young." Even though Boy wasn't all that young and should know by now how to control himself, Hugo understood his progeny would probably never reach that level. Part of him liked that, to have a permanent child to look after. It gave him some meaning to hold onto. "There are always more." Humans, he meant.

→ "That's what I said and she yelled and I cried and then she gave me a hug and told me to go to my room, so I sat in my room by myself all night and it was the most awful thing ever"> Because he'd been so bored and lonely. "Can we play after we eat maybe?" Becaues he wanted to play and wanted to have a little bit of fun for once now that Hugo was up and around.

→ "She gets attached to them." Hugo said, knowing full well Bernadette would not like that implication getting around, even if it was true--especially since it was true. A dark skinned girl, looking of Indian descent strolled past them. She stopped, and smiled with pretty white teeth and bright eyes. She was only Hugo's type because she had blood to give and right now, that was all he needed. When she offered her name, Hugo shook his head. Normally, he would let Boy feed first, but he knew it would be impossible to stop him from killing another if he wasn't strong. Letting the predator take over, he pushed her up against the wall and held her there for a moment.

→ Boy just sort of shifted from foot to foot and watched anxiously as he fed off of the girl. He'd been trying to feed off of girls lately because when he fed off of the males in the house that weird thing happened and because Hugo wouldnt' explain to him what happened he didn't know hwo to deal with it and it made him uncomfortable.

→ Hugo was more brutal than he usually was and it caused the girl to wince and struggle. His hunger was almost unquenchable and he knew better than to let it go on so long. He drank, and drank, and drank, wondering what sort of memories he would gain, or quirks he would end up with from this. He was thankful for not killing her, thinking it would save him from her ghost haunting his brain. Part of him realized it was all just in his head, but most of Hugo really believed in his own torment at their hands. Releasing her, he let her slide down the wall, still alive, of course.

→ "Me now?" Boy asked Hugo as he looked up at him. The vampire already had more color to his face and looked a little better, though still pale. "I want to feed now. Okay?" As if he had to have Hugo's permission to do it. "Will you come with me so I can?"

→ Stoic face breaking into a brief smile, Hugo nodded. "Yes, you now. Anyone? You'd know more about it than I would." He gave him the illusion of taking the lead, putting some responsibility on his hands, but it was more of a game a parent would play with a child. You know how to do it, show me.

→ "It doesn't matter>" Though it kind of did, he supposed. "Let's just find someone." He took Hugo's hand again and started to lead him off to where he thought more of the humans might be. He wanted to find a girl but at this point he was so hungry and so impatient that he was going to end up feeding off of the next person that came across their path.

→ Which ended up being an older boy, lying in front of the television. Hugo had had limited access to all things media in his life. Sometimes, when he worked at Elevens there was a tv in the back for break time, but he almost never took a break while working. The flickering light caught his attention, and he tugged Boy into the room. There on the couch was a human, looking strong but languidly draped over the furniture. "Hello." Hugo said politely to the creature, glancing at Boy. The human sat up. "Oh--"

→ Boy didn't understand the reaction and he just sort of cocked his head to the side. Lewis was always excited to feed him, which was why he missed him. The other humans in the house were reluctant and uninterested. "He doesn't want me to." Boy said to Hugo as he looked up and over at him. "No one wants me to." God he hated it here sometimes. "I want to go home, Hugo. I want to go home because I don't like it here anymore." True there were people to play with but moments like this were moments when he forgot about how much he enjoyed the house all the other times.

→ Fletcher shook his head. "I didn't say that. All I said was Oh." He was ill-tempered, but at the same time afraid. He didn't want to be kicked out for not being compliant. It was only his first few weeks in this place and it was a hell of a lot better than where he'd come from. Hugo leaned forward, as if getting a closer look would determine whether the human was scared or angry. Fletcher took a step back from Hugo, glaring at him for being so presumptuous. "Your meals in the past haven't always wanted you to feed from them." Hugo pointed out.

→ "No but..." He hadn't really thought of it that way but he killed all of his victims before so it wasn't like he was ever worried about what they thought of him in the long run. "He's afraid of me, they are all afraid of me but Lewis and Bernie gave him away to the werewolves because Elgyn hurt one of them." He listened pretty well and retained information and occasionally could spit the truth back out when his mind was working just right.

→ When Hugo was in one of his episodes, he didn't listen to or retain a thing. This was news to him and he looked surprised, not liking the idea of Boy's playmate disappearing, even if it was Bernie's doing. Not that either of them controled Lewis. Fletcher folded his arms across his chest. "I'm standing right here, you know." These two were different than some of the others and it unnerved him, but he was going to do what he needed to do. Stepping up to Boy, he let his arms drop to his sides. "Come on then."

→ Boy was significantly shorter than him but he stepped up and put his arms on Fletcher's forearms and he moved up close so that their bodies were pressed together. Pushing up onto his toes, he licked over the pulse in Fletcher's neck and then sank his fangs into place. There were vampires who had pleasurable bites and while Sonny Boy hadn't ever been one of them, things in his body were changing. His power was evolving the magic that went with it was getting a little stronger. It came from being in the house, being around all the other vampires and learning, inadvertantly, from them.

→ Hugo felt the blood from the girl speed up in his limbs, rushing around with the excitement of watching Sonny hunt. Though it wasn't exactly a hunt, perse, it had the elements of a mild pursuit, the adventure of stalking from room to room, taking the first one to come along with a hint of desperation. Fletcher felt the distinctive sting of punctured skin, evolving into a steady pulse of pain that went away as he got used to it and as Boy's developing powers poured through him. He didn't like liking it, but the truth was, eventually, his body reacted and he groaned, snaking his arms around Boy's waist.

→ Boy groaned when hsi arms went around him and that thing started to happen. He started to get hard. His body reacted easily and his hips pushed forward on their own accord so that he was rubbing against Fletcher a little bit. His own hands tightened on the boy's biceps now, having been pushed up from his forearms when he put his arms around him.

→ The aura around the two of them changed and when Hugo sensed it, he only let it go on for a little bit longer. When he was certain Boy had had enough from Fletcher, he put his hand firmly on Boy's shoulder, tugging him back with a sharp jerk. Fletcher had lost enough blood, been under long enough for a quiet delerium to set in--he wanted it to keep going, even if it meant dying. Reaching forward, he grasped at Sonny's hips. "No," he whimpered.

→ Sonny didn't want it to stop either, though he had been pulled away and there was a little blood dribbling down his chin. He tried to pull away from Hugo so that he could press himself back up against Fletcher's body. "I want more." He reached for Fletcher, his mouth going back for his neck.

→ Not angry, but strangely alarmed, Hugo refused to let Boy go back into the clasp of Fletcher. "No." He said firmly and tugged Boy farther away. Ignoring the now out-of-it human, Hugo reached his hand down to brush against Boy's hardness. "Does this happen all the time?" He asked pointedly.

→ When Hugo touched him Boy's mouth opened and he let out a whimper. "Only with the boys." Because he 'd never really fed off of people he'd been attracted to before he'd come to the house. Mostly they'd fed off of homeless people. People who were dirty and stank and who pissed themselves as they died. But with Lewis he was clean and he smelled good and he was beautiful. And since then he'd gotten hard with every boy he'd fed off of. And the boy he had killed... well... he'd definitely been hard that time. "I don't know what it is." But it felt so good.

→ Part of him wanted to tell Boy it was bad, this feeling, and that he needed to fight against it. But Hugo did not like giving untruths to anyone. Releasing him, he nodded. If he fostered this, he was afraid Sonny would find someone else to need for different reasons than Hugo was prepared to offer. "It's all right. It happens."

→ Sonny wanted to cry because he didn't understand what was happening and he just leaned against Hugo and his face against the other vampires arm. His hands curled up in the fabric of Hugo's shirt and he just clung to him, keeping his hips out a little because if Hugo touched him again he'd probably jump him. "I don't understand it."

→ "You don't have to understand it to not be frightened by it." Hugo tugged him down so that they were sitting next to each other on the couch rather than hips facing together. "I'm sure most of the people here would be more than happy to help you figure it out." There was something just a shade nervous and bitter in his tone, though it was barely perceptible.

→ "Like who?" Because he didn't get it. "I dont want to ask anyone." And Lewis wasn't around, that would probably be the only other person he'd be interested in asking. "What about that guy, he seemed to want more I could ask him, he'd probably know, right?"

→ Perhaps sitting Boy down for some porn would be an easier task than this pussyfooting around. Hugo leaned back on the couch, rolling his head back and sinking into the cushions. "You'd kill him now. I doubt you can separate sex from feeding at this point." How had this happened? Hugo figured it would happen someday, but it seemed so soon.

→ "Sex?" Sonny asked him softly. It was something that had never happened to him when he was human, he'd been turned only when he was sixteen and though his sister had been wildly promiscuous it wasn't something that Sonny had ever taken part in himself. Of course he knew about sex as a human. What it was and how it worked. But a lot of that went out the window when he was reborn and now he had no clue. "Will you touch me again?"

→ "I'm touching you now," Hugo said quickly. It was true, their shoulders were touching and Hugo's hand was lying on top of Boy's. He knew what Sonny meant though, and he purposefully evaded the suggestion, wondering how persistent his companion would be. He hadn't thought about how he would deal with this if it became an issue. In many ways, Sonny was still his patient and Hugo's old codes were all he had left to cling to from his former life. Those and Sonny himself.

→ Sonny was uncomfortable and he shifted around on the seat of the couch and he wiggled a little and then stood up because sitting there wasn't going to make him feel any better about it. Right now he wanted to go and talk to Fletcher about this because the other boy had gotten hard too and he knew that he would understand and be able to explain it better than Hugo could because Hugo was so unwilling to do it.

→ Hugo felt guilty and instead of doing the responsible thing, he got up and left the room. Maybe Fletcher was in danger now, maybe he wasn't, but Hugo wasn't thinking about that. The boy had made his way to a chair where he lay curled up sideways, legs strewn over one arm of the chair as his back rested against the other.

→ Now that he was laying down Sonny wasn't sure that he was interested anymore and he just kind of frowned a little bit. What was it with the people in this house? He looked around for someone else, just thinking that there had to be someone who could explain to him how this worked and why he felt like this.

→ Life had settled, as much as could be expected, at Wolf Haven. The little fae was gone, and the Happy Meal was gone, as Sullivan not-so lovingly referred to Lewis. Now that he was out of school, staying late at the garage was not unheard of for Sullivan. Sometimes he just got lost working under a car, long past when there was enough light for him to be able to see without using a bit of his werewolf senses. The only reason people didn't really let that bother them was because that meant they got their cars back a hell of a lot sooner. Tonight was one of those late nights.

→ When no one was around to explain to Sonny what was going on, he just left the house. No one was watching him so he just walked right off of the property and into town. He wasn't as painfully hard anymore but he was still rocking half mast and it was very visible on account of the fact that he was wearing pajama bottoms. he was bare foot as he walked through town, most people choosing to ignore him. Although there wasn't a huge college campus there was a community college and kids his age tended to party. When he got to the car shop he saw Sullivan under the car and he wandered over, not sure what he was doing. "What are you doing down there?"

→ Sullivan had been distracted by his work, and when he finally caught wind of the alarming scent, Sonny was already very close to him. Rolling out from under the car, Sullivan got quickly to his feet, looking menacing. "What? We're closed, go away." His mouth, for once in its life, had worked faster than his brain and that was what came out. The smell though--it was so familiar, and threatening at its roots. Standing up even straighter, Sullivan towered over Boy. "Who are you?"

→ Boy let his gaze follow up Sullivan's body until he was looking at his face and he just smiled a little. He didn't have the sense to hide his fangs and they were visible as he grinned. "Sonny Boy. Some people call me Sonny. Some people call me Boy. What are you doing under that car? You are all dirty and you smell like sweat."

→ "You smell like death." He spat back, remembering the scent that had lingered after Lewis, especially in Austin's room. There was a modicum of hate in his eyes, but when he blinked, it was gone. Looking him up and down, Sullivan couldn't exactly help but notice Boy's groin and the tent currently pitched there. "I'm fixing it," he said flatly, as if any idiot should have been able to figure that out on his own.

→ Boy could tell that he was kind of mean and he frowned just a little bit, biting his bottom lip as he lifted his shirt up to smell it. When he did that he revealed a flat little stomach and the fact that his pajama bottoms were so low that the v of his hips were visible. It didn't smell like death to him but he just let the shirt lower back down. "Smells like lilacs. I think that is what the washer stuff is supposed to smell like."

→ Sullivan stalked forward, reaching for Boy's shirt and lifting it up even higher to smell what the other had smelled. "Lilacs and death." He affirmed, because yes, the laundry soap did smell a bit like flowers. "Why are you half naked with a hard on?" Not one to dance around an issue, he laid it out on the table as he looked down at him.

→ "A what on?" Boy asked him, just standing there as Sullivan smelled his shirt. It had never really occured to Boy that he was dead or that he smelled like a dead person to anyone who could pick that sort of thing up. "I don't smell like death, I just smell like me."

→ "It's stupid to argue with my nose." Sullivan growled, the sound of his voice rolling down across the gravel of his animalistic sound. "A hard on." Could anyone that age not know what an erection was? Then again, who knew with vampires--which was definitely what Sonny was, according to Sullivan. "This." He made no qualms about putting his hand around it, pushing Boy back with the touch that was more like a shove.

→ Boy let out a squeak and he let himself get knocked back a little bit. The touch felt good but it kind of hurt too and he bit his own lip hard enough to draw a little blood. "Oh... Hugo told me someone would tell me about it and sex." But he had no idea about it. Flicking his own lip, his pupils dialated a little but it was hard to see because hsi eyes were already so dark.

→ The blood smelled human, and it confused Sullivan until he recalled what he knew about vampires--or at least the myths. "Hugo? Who is Hugo?" He hated it how the creature spoke like Sullivan was supposed to know what the hell was going on. Then again, he did the same thing.

→ "He's my friend but he wont tell me some things." Moving forward a little to regain the space he'd lost when Sullivan pushed him, Boy looked down at his hard on, which was now completely hard again because Sullivan had touched it. "It goes away if you don't touch it for long enough."

→ Sullivan smirked. "It goes away faster if you touch it more." Even if he hated the scent of Lewis and the place he'd come from, Sullivan couldn't help but think about Austin. He'd done it just to get back at him, and even if it was perfectly fair, Sullivan still wanted to get even somehow. Perhaps he would never grow out of his pettiness, perhaps he'd always be unfair and want Austin to remain just his while he was able to have Robin (and subsequentially Haben) as well. But at the moment, he didn't care about perhaps.

→ "Will you touch it more? Hugo said someone would tell me how and would help me." Boy took another step closer and he put his hand against Sullivan's crotch to see if he was hard too. "What is sex, how does sex work? Is that how you make it go away?"

→ Sullivan wasn't hard, but the touch was certainly the right direction to get there. But his hand quickly grabbed Sonny's wrist, pulling his hand up over his head and away from his cock. It was strange, to expect no strength and finding a massive amount of it tucked away in the other's limbs. "You really don't know? Or is this just some stupid trick to get at my throat?"

→ It surprised him and angered him a little and so Sonny tried to jerk his hand away from Sullivan as hard as he could. He managed to wrench it free. "I'll just ask someone else to tell me if you are going to be s o mean about it. Other people like playing with me." He wanted to shove him and went ahead and did so, just pushing him back a little.

→ The fact that Sonny's indignation was so genuine caught Sullivan off guard. How odd. The cruel expression so often present on his face when he was tormenting someone slipped into one of curiosity. "What are you doing out here then? That's all? Looking for someone to tell you about it? Really?" Part of him still couldn't believe it, but he was sounding less threatening now.

→ "No one would tell me at the house." And if there was one thing that Sonny really hated it was when people kept secrets from him. Honestly, he just wanted someone to tell him so that he could just solve this problem every time it happened and go on with his day. "I can't feed because this happens and then people get mad at me."

→ Not minding that they were practically on the sidewalk, Sullivan stepped up so that there was no distance between them. "It's easier to show you, I think. And to be honest, I don't see why people would get mad at you for that. Lewis certainly doesn't mind being fucked." It was obvious there was a bit of a barb there, but it wasn't directed at Sonny.

→ "Well Lewis isn't at the house rightn ow, he's somewhere else and I don't know when he is coming back. I think he would tell me but I don't know..." he let out a little meep at their bodies being pressed together and his hips started working on their own, rubbing against Sullivan's as he stood there against him.

→ "Don't bite me." He warned. He refused to be drunk from, or at least he did right now. Keeping Boy pressed tightly to him, he backed up until they were leaning against the car parked in the garage. Even though the door was open, they were shrouded in the darkness the shadows created. "Put your hand here." He guided Boy's hand until it was back against his groin, pressing it against his jeans as his own hand found Boy's erection and slid his hands inside his pajama bottoms to wrap around it.

→ When his back hit the car he thoguht a little about struggling but before he could protest his hand was on Sullivan's groin and the boy's hand was on his cock. Letting out a pathetic sounding whimper he lifted his hips up and pushed up against the other's hand. That was moer than anyone had done for him yet and he couldn't believe how good it felt.

→ "It's pretty easy." Apparently, so was Sullivan these days. He wasn't certain about kissing the other, looking suspiciously at his mouth and those fangs. He'd never had a problem drawing blood or having blood drawn, but it was different in this situation. The whimper, however, took his mind off of it and he squeezed a little harder, stroking to see if he could get anymore sounds out of him.

→ Boy's head tipped back just a little bit and his body arched up again as a moan tore from between his lips. What he didn't realize was that this got better and he just started thrusting his hips against Sullivan's hand. His own fingers were rubbing awkwardly and blindly at the bulge in Sullivan's pants but it was almost hard to concentrate on that.

→ Sullivan ended up pushing Boy's hand away, finding it more interesting to just concentrate on him and the motions he was making. There was an unmatched excitement to a first time, and Sullivan didn't mind taking Sonny's excitement into himself, drinking it in for the enegy it was. The idea not to kiss was quickly abandoned, and Sullivan locked his mouth over Boy's.

→ Boy whimpered into the kiss because he'd never had one before and he didn't know what Sullivan was doing. At first he thought he was going to bite him or something but he didn't. He swallowed down the urge to bite Sullivan because he had said no biting and usually he tried to obey people when they seemed like they had more authority than he did. Both of his hands were just clinging to the dirty denim of Sullivan's pants as he tried to just let these feelings swallow him up.

→ That whimper in his mouth was like a morsel of pure sustinance. Finally, he let go of a sigh, letting the air from his lungs escape over Boy's mouth before he slipped his tongue into him, exploring the taste. He wondered how vampires came, and he smirked when he realized he was going to find out tonight, and wouldn't that just piss everyone off. Pushing Boy back, hand splayed over his chest, Sullivan didn't hold back any roughness, sure his body could take it. "Pull your pants down," he said.

→ The pants were barely hanging on as it was and he just shoved them the rest of the way down, not sure what for but he did it without protesting or questioning it because Sullivan told him to and everything that Sullivan had done so far felt good. "Please don't stop." he meant with the hand thing.

→ "I won't." Though he was going to take it a step further. Sullivan only sucked cock when he could do it with authority. That, or it was with Austin. Right now, he was pretty sure he had this little creature wrapped completely around his fingers and the power was heady as he dropped down to his knees in front of him and let his tongue take a long lap up the underside of Boy's cock. "More?" He asked after the first touch.

→ "More, more, more." Sonny whispered, his hand coming down to touch Sullivan awkwardly on the head. He didn't push or pull or try to force him to do anything, he just touched him a little more because he could and because he wanted to. "Oh god please don't stop, oh... oh."

→ It was endearing, and Sullivan couldn't help but notice that. There was something familiar about Sonny, something that the low light denied and the scent covered. Not thinking much more on it, Sullivan took Boy in his mouth, wrapping his warmth around that straining cock.

→ It was really driving him nuts and he pushed his hips forward a little bit so that he could slide deeper into the other boy's mouth. If this was what sex was he really liked it a lot. Already he started tightening up and his body reacted in a way that his mind didn't understand. "Something is happening." He squeaked.

→ Sullivan was unforgivingly aroused. He wanted to take Sonny in every way possible, so he stopped and stood up again. He did not, however, think it was the best idea to fuck a vampire in so many words. Instead, he tugged himself free of his jeans and pressed their hips together, gathering Sonny up so that their bodies could fuck against each other, sliding over one another.

→ The only thing that could have made this any better was if Sullivan would have let him bite him, but he already said no so Sonny didn't try. Instead he just rocked back against him for as long as he could until he finally came, spilling all over himself and all over Sullivan too because they were standing so close together there was no way to avoid coming on him.

→ Fine by Sullivan. He nearly lost control of himself as he pushed Sonny back onto the hood of the car, climbing on top of him to increase the pressure and pace as the boy came. The wolf inside of him flickered, wanting flesh nearly as much as Sonny wanted blood. It was a strange power mismatch, the heat of shapeshifters clashing against the cold of vampires. It felt good and it wasn't very long before he came too as he drug his fingers through the mess Sonny had made.

→ Sonny went back, his mind completely blank as he panted and tried to figure out what just happened. He exploded and his body was just not comprehending how to handle it just yet. His fingers were digging into Sullivan's shoulders and he squeezed his eyes shut.

→ Sullivan hummed with satisfaction, lowering himself to curiously lick Sonny clean, letting them mingle in his mouth some more. "Wish everyone I fooled around with had no clue what they were doing." That was more of a joke than a lie, seeing as he wouldn't give up sex with Austin for anything, even his own dignity.

→ "What happened." Sonny watched as Sullivan cleaned him up and before all the come was gone he touched it with his fingertips. "It feels like I exploded." He put his fingers to his mouth and made a sour face before lowering his hand again. "Uhm, can we do it again?"

→ "You came." He said matter-of-factly. "That's what makes it go away--for awhile anyway. It'll come back if you get turned on again, if you see something you like, feel something you like." He wasn't being exactly clear on 'like,' but he wasn't used to being a sex educator. "And maybe. You want to do it again?"

→ "Yeah, I do. It happens when I feed though and you said no biting." So he wasn't going to because Sully said no and had really sounded like he meant no. "I don't know how to make it hard on again." Since that was what Sullivan called it.

→ "You're very odd." He got up off of him, standing to look at him. "And you--" He tipped his head, squinting through the shadows cast by the streetlamps outside. "What did you say your name was again?" Campbell, that's who it was and Sullivan had just, no Sullivan had not. He had not. He was not going to get into complications that way. He paled just a little, blood draining from his cheeks.

→ "Sonny Boy. But just Boy most of the time." Or Sonny. "Is... are you okay?" he looked like he had seen a ghost and that kind of frightened him. Sitting up a little bit he didn't get any closer to him

→ Sullivan swallowed, pretty damn sure Campbell wouldn't pull anything like this, especially if he wanted to live to see his first anniversary as a wolf. Then again, he'd been pretty hard up for some sex. No, Sullivan was logical. It was not Campbell or some horrible trick. "You just--look like someone I know. Someone in my--family." He used the word family with people who weren't in on the supernatural. Then again, it was kind of pointless hiding from a vampire. "My pack."

→ "Well I don't know what that is but is he nice? Does this mean we can't do it again?" he knew it was still late enough for him to be out for a while but eventually he'd have to find the manor again if he could before dawn.

→ "He is nice, actually." Sullivan replied honestly, though he wouldn't ever tell anyone in the pack that. Walking to close the garage door, Sullivan flicked on the light inside. Their resemblance was uncanny and he had to think if it bothered him or not and if he wanted to go again. "I'm Sullivan." He finally said, neither denying, nor accepting the request for more.

→ "Hi." Sonny smiled, glad he didn't seem so mad now as he did a moment before. He was still sitting on the hood of the car, not at all worried about the fact that he was naked.

→ Tugging off his shirt, and letting it pile on the cement floor, Sullivan only took a moment to consider how annoyed the owner of this car would be to know he'd fucked someone on it. But that's what he intended to do now. Boy sitting there, looking wide-eyed and innocent, eager, well it was just too much for him to stand. "Hi." He said back, closing the distance between them.

→ "Hi." Boy smiled a broad smile, fangs and all. He reached up and let his fingertips trail along Sullivan's now bare chest. Usually he bit exposed skin but right now he just touched it.

→ "Let me bite you, and I'll let you bite me." How quickly Sullivan's stubborn convinctions turned pliable when a new physical sensation was presented to him. He was cocky enough to believe he could easily stop Boy if he didn't like it.

→ "Okay." Boy didn't have to be coerced, he'd do anything to taste this boy's blood. He parted his knees and pulled Sullivan forward the last little bit.

→ His willingness was no less than the best turn on, and the promise of skin between his teeth sated his beast, the one that would balk at letting a vampire drink from him. He pressed his palm firmly against Boy's semi-limp cock, wondering if he could bring it back to life so easily.

→ It wasn't that easy but it did start to stir, signaling that it was going to be just about that easy, it just needed a little more effor. Lifting his hips, he pushed himself up against that hand. "I've only been bitten once and I don't remember it."

→ "This wouldn't be like that anyway." At least, he didn't like to think their bites were the same. Sullivan knew his teeth were laced with pain, but it would be the distracting sort so he could get what he really wanted out of Sonny--or rather, into Sonny. "I've been bitten lots of times." That thought made him laugh a little and he decided that now would be a good time to kiss the other, a little less needful this time.

→ Sonny kissed him back, his tongue lapping at Sullivan's lips from between his own fangs. His hips were still swiveling and he tried to bring himself to full stiffness by brushing into him. He thought it would be the sa,e as last time.

→ Having no interest in doing the same thing twice, Sullivan always wanted to push his luck, and his power over the other. Being young, and being who he was, Sullivan was ready to go again, allowing Sonny's hips to do whatever they needed to get him there. He could feel slickness over his erection already from the previous exploits and he wasn't sure he was entirely worried about hurting Sonny, though who knew what would happen if he did.

→ Sonny kept moving like he had been, even after he was completely hard. He just wanted to really feel it again, especially because he knew what was coming at the end.

→ With a fair amount of skill, thanks mostly to Robin and half of the cheerleading squad, Sullivan angled himself so that the head of his cock pressed against Sonny's entrance, pulling back to eye his reaction to that.

→ It didn't really phase him at all. Right now he was just busy thinking about why they weren't kissing anymore. He didn't actually think Sullivan would do more than rub against him.

→ "Well?" He tipped his head to the side, expecting Sonny to bite there, given the movies he'd seen. Would his blood be different than a human's? Was this completely dangerous? Usually, Sullivan would be somewhat prudent about these things, but at the moment, he didn't feel very prudent.

→ It made him panic for a second but the rush of blood into his mouth numbed everything and caught all of his focus. He whimpered against Sullivan's skin and just tried to move forward.

→ He hadn't expected the bite to feel like this. It hurt, but there was something basically erotic about it, moreso than something from any other lover he'd been with. He whimpered, actually whimpered, the sound not often heard from him, mimicking the sound Sonny had made. It just made his hips thrust all the way inside, burying himself.

→ More whimpers came out of him and his mout slipped off of his shoulder for a second before he found the wound again and licked it. Then he started to suck again, concerned with the blood more than the pain.

→ The mingling of the two sensations was almost more than Sullivan could grasp. It very nearly set free his wolf, sending it crashing to the surface and only narrowly held at bay. He couldn't resist anymore and his teeth found whatever part of Sonny's body was most readily available, his shoulder, and clamped his teeth down, fingers digging into the boy's arms to make sure he stayed in place.

→ Sonny screamed against Sullivan's shoulder and he acccidentally bit him again with his fangs. He pulled his head back, blood dribbling down his chin as he held onto him. He was trying to get into it but he was having a little trouble. "Hurts." He whimpered, licking his lips. But that was it and his mouth was on Sullivan again.

→ The meat felt right between his teeth, but he let up on the pressure, exchanging it for a rhythmic press into Sonny, his lower stomach pressing the curve of Sonny's erection between them.

→ The sensations going on actually distracted him from the blood and he licked the wounds closed and just focused on getting himself off by pressing harder into his lover. Right now he had a feeling this was all something he was going to want to do often.

→ When the blood flow stopped, Sullivan was surprised. He thought it would go on forever, somehow. The lack of one just intensified the other, and he released Sonny's arms so that he could prop his palms up against the car on either side of him, giving his hips more leverage. His motions grew rougher, and eventually, he'd slid a hand underneath Sonny's knee to push his thigh up.

→ Sonny didn't need to breathe but it didn't stop him from panting and moaning and making all sorts of little noises as he rocked his hips harder. When Sullivan got even deeper he moaned and came, hard, for a second time.

→ Watching it happen was nearly as good as being inside of him when it happened. The clenching and spasming tugged another orgasm from him and in the afterglow of a really good experience, Sullivan fell into kissing Sonny again, languidly, happily.

→ Sonny kissed him back and let his hands go rubbing down Sullivan's stomach. "That was really good." He said softly, smiling a little bit. He felt sort of dizzy and there was blood smeared all over his face.

→ "So now you know." A fair amount of it anyway. Standing up, he went over to the wash basin, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on his face, cleaning the blood and come from where he could.

→ When Sonny got up he tugged on his pants and then wiped his face off on his shirt before putting it back on. "What time is it?" he asked, not entirely sure how late it had gotten but he knew the sun would be up in the morning.

→ Making a face at Sonny's choice in soiling his attire, Sullivan shrugged casually, glancing at the clock. " am." He said, not realizing what that might mean for Sonny's chances of making it home before something bad happened to him.

→ "What time does the sun come up. Do you know how to get back to Bernie's? I can remember." Sonny was already back to just being sort of kid like, though he was walking a little funny.

→ That disturbed Sullivan, somewhat. It was easy to ignore the child-like tendencies of someone looking attractive, at half mast, asking about sex. But now he felt a bit dirty for it. "Bernie's? I don't know who he is." He'd never actually heard anyone call Bernadette that, and he wasn't all too familiar with the vampires anyway. "The sun comes up in about an hour. You can't remember your way home?" Sullivan started to get the impression that he was going to pay for all of this.

→ "Uhm Bernie, she's very tall and pretty and has blonde hair. It is a very big house but I don't know exactly where, I got kind of turned around before I found you."

→ "Can't help you. I don't have a clue where your lot stays." He still hadn't gotten the idea that the sun could easily kill Boy. Tugging his shirt back over his head, Sullivan flicked off the light and pulled the garage door open, ready to go home and sleep til late next day.

→ "Can I stay in here?" he asked softly. "If the sun comes up I will turn into dust." And that thought was scary, but if he could stay in there he could hide in the garage until it got dark again and he had more time to find his way home.

→ Sullivan shook his head. "No, of course not. Roy comes in a few hours, he'll open up the place anyway, sun'll come right in." It was then he realized he really was going to have to take him back to the Haven. Great. Frowning and cursing pretty much everything he felt had led him up to this point, Sullivan gestured for Sonny to follow him. "We'll go back to my place." And by his place, he meant his father's place, because he wasn't stupid enough to put Sonny in the main house.

→ "Yeah? Is that okay?" he wasn't sure that was such a good idea. "Wait, is Lewis with you? Can you take me to Lewis because he will know how to find Bernie and I can go home tonight and you can go home too."

→ At the mention of Lewis, Sullivan frowned, wrinkling his nose. He decidedly did not like that boy. "If the sun comes up in an hour, there wouldn't be time to go all the way there and all the way back. It's fine. You can sleep in my house. No one goes there anymore." Besides, if punishments for hurting a member of the other race leaned towards having to visit the other race, then Sullivan was definitly not about to be the cause of harm to Sonny.

→ "Okay." He frowned a little bit and walked along after him to go to Sullivan's truck. He was kind of distracted by the idea of not sleeping in the same place as Hugo and though he had really enjoyed himself he kind of wished he had stayed home and waited for Lewis to get back.

→ The drive home was short only because Sullivan paid no heed to speed limits and he knew the way by heart, each curve bending beneath his tires with familiarity. After pulling up the driveway, he got out of the truck and led Boy inside, wondering if the scent would wake any of the other wolves, or if they'd be alarmed. If Sonny turned to dust in the sun, they wouldn't have much to fear from him for awhile anyway.

→ Sonny just talked and talked the whole way home. He mumbled about anything and everything just because he was nervous and scared and he couldn't sit still or calm down. "Where am I going to sleep? Who will feed me whe I wake up?"

→ "Feed you? You need it when you wake up?" It was kind of like learning about a new pet, and it was damn confusing. "I don't know. Maybe I'll get Lewis. He does that stuff. I think he's still around." Either that, or his stink lingered. "You're going to sleep in my old room. It's dark." Because he'd put up foil on the windows, liking to sleep in when he was younger.

→ "Okay." He bit his bottom lip and got out of the truck. "There is a man on the porch watching us." He told Sullivan because he could sense Hunter standing there. But then he felt the familiar tug that told him the sun was coming soon and he started to get upset. "Let's go inside now, right now, okay?"

→ Sullivan winced at the words; he really would have liked to pretend he hadn't noticed, but now he certainly couldn't with any conviction. "Go inside, it's upstairs on the left. Shut the door behind you." He wasn't going to sleep in the same room with him, but he'd planned on setting up a makeshift bed at the door to make sure he didn't find some way to come out before the sun went down again. When he was sure Sonny was inside, he trotted towards the main house, chewing hard on the inside of his cheek.

→ "I really was beginning to think you weren't going to tell me that you were bringing a vampire here." He said, folding his arms over his chest. "I would say we can have a very long talk about this but you better believe you are going to be watching him like a hawk until you take him back to Bernadette's."

→ "I'm taking him back to Bernadette's? I don't even know where it is. And he's not any trouble, they explode in sunlight--or something." Sullivan didn't quite know for sure, but Sonny had said so and it hadn't felt like a lie. He folded his arms over his chest, feeling a little defiant.

→ "I meant when the sun goes down. Until then you can post yourself by the door of whatever windowless room you stick him in. And you watch your tone with me, especially when you plan on endangering everyone in the house and when you fuck a vampire. Now get off of my porch."

→ "Austin fucked lower than a vampire. Austin fucked their little cow and you don't care about that!" He snapped loudly. He'd been so much more angry about that than he'd let on and now it had burst at the seams. Shutting his mouth quickly, he pushed his gaze to the ground, pulling submission in hopes Hunter would realize he was immediately sorry. "I'm going, now." He backed up a little.

→ Hunter came forward so fast that almost wasn't visible and he had Sullivan by the hair, jerking his head back. "Austin didn't endanger everyone by sleeping with a human and he isn't the reason that Lewis is here but you are the reason that vampire is here so you will take care of it and then you will find me because I will not tolerate this sort of disrespect from you, understand?"

→ Sullivan's instinct was to fight back in these situations, except, of course, when Hunter was involved. Instead, he went still, like a reprimanded pup. As far as Sullivan was concerned, Hunter was the reason Lewis was there, and maybe the reason Austin had been able to find someone to sleep with. But he wasn't about to say that out loud. "Yes." Came his reply, short and agreeable.

→ Hunter let go of him and then went back into the house, shutting Sullivan alone outside on the porch. He was pretty ticked off but he had been having temper problems lately and he didn't want to take more out on the young wolf.