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“If you fuck my cousin, I will kill you!” “You think you’re better than me?!”
Peter flicks the cigarette and breathes out the smoke, his eyes never leaving Roman’s face. Who would've thought the first friend he made would be so temperamental. One minute the taller boy’s eyes would be dazed, a hue of indifference–-as if you were a speck on the side of the road-–but instantly he can burn hot. Like now, in a random shed not too far from school.
Roman's eyes stare daggers, his brows are furrowed, and hunched over to put pressure with his height. But Peter was unfazed, he saw through the performance. It was something Peter was familiar with. Desperation.
It didn't suit him, Peter thought. Perhaps, he was a fool. In the past three weeks, he'd broken his own rules; to stay away, to keep his wolf a secret, and a few others to keep the pale boy close. He couldn’t help it. Roman was his first friend. For whatever reason, the upir boy believed him and stuck to him like glue. He was surprisingly loyal and generous. And that differed to what his grandfather, Nicolae, said about blood-sucking monsters.
“This is… getting too dangerous..”
“Is it because of the cops? I know that was a dick move and...”
“What? No, it’s not that, Roman.”
“I’ll keep my temper in check… please please you can’t give up on this.” Roman’s hands dig into his shoulders. On me.
“Get it through your thick head. I’m still your friend, alright?” Peter shrugged. Roman pulled away as if stung. He looks at him, slightly confused, unable to respond. An upir that doesn’t know he’s an upir but not doing better as a human either. Living day after day from his instincts and impulses. Roman was unlike the public persona he had touted, inside he was just lost. Very lost.
Peter sighs, “come over to the trailer after dinner. I’ll prove it to you.”
-
Roman snaps back, as if awoken from a daze, when his friend’s back turns a corner. His fingers trace the burn Peter’s fingers left behind and tilts his head to press on his palm.
The gypsy boy had just showed up one day dressed in dull garbs, fingers full of rings, tousled dark brown hair and long bangs that had failed to block his piercing eyes. Those bright blues. And, ever since then Roman’s eyes had followed him across the hallway, rooms, and even that night of their classmate's death. He couldn't understand why his body moved before he did. What he knew was that standing next to him felt right and now he couldn't imagine how he lived before.
“I’m done. It’s over.” Peter’s words had clamped around his heart and squeezed.
Roman wanted to bite down and force him to stay. Peter felt like a glass of full-bodied red wine, a drop of fresh water, and a truth that made him uncomfortable but had also made him feel vulnerable. One too many times he felt Peter slip through his fingers like sand and Roman fucking hated it.
Peter had more or less come to his life willingly, it was unexpected but welcomed, but him leaving was a different thing.
-
At Peter's trailer.
Roman had found them together. He could hear his shallow breaths and the excited beat of Peter’s heart. Is this what he wanted him to see? He bit down on his lower lip until it broke skin. A spiral of confusion, betrayal, and fury threatens to spill from his chest. The rain pelted down but Roman felt nothing as he peered into the warm glow of the trailer.
He felt so stupid. An ugly thing cast outside to watch what he cannot have. And had felt even more stupid when he ducked down and around the trailer when he heard the door handle turn. No way was he going to get caught like this.
A set of footsteps pattered along the dirt road and up the stairs. Roman cocks his head in confusion. Peter and Letha were walking back to her car.
Only one set of footsteps returned.
“I know you’re there.”
Roman marched towards him and pulled his shirt, “why?! I told you not to touch her!!”
Peter jaw clenches, “Jesus Christ! I didn’t!” his wolf thrumming under the surface.
“I saw you!” Roman gives him a hard shake as Peter drops his umbrella. It lands with a splat as the rain saps the warmth from his shirt. He holds on to Roman’s coat.
“We just...kissed and if you had stayed and watched you would’ve seen me stopping.”
Roman peers down at his bright eyes, golden orbs pierce through his lashes. Peter looks as if he’s crying, the rain trailing down his face. He rests his hands on Roman’s waists, “let’s go in…”
“So what…you still went ahead and kissed her. And you don’t want to continue this with me anymore.. I don’t need you Peter!”
His wolf is impatient. The wolf growls at Peter to hurry. So he grips Roman’s chin and pulls. Roman stands out with not only his wealth but his towering figure, tall and proud like a tree with roots rooted deep below the town. Unbendable, or so they thought. With a slight pull from the wolf boy he bends like a willow tree. Peter licks a stripe up his mouth, as if asking for entry, his lips part slightly in surprise as Peter slots in for a bruising kiss.
Roman tongue welcomes him as he parts wider, humming, a warmth he had never felt. The wolf rumbles in pleasure at finding a possible mate. Something it had known the moment it locked eyes with the upir after the turn. Not that Peter would admit that to Roman.
Peter parts with a sigh as Roman grasps his wrist. He lets Peter lead him into the trailer. The door closes with a click. Roman interlocks his fingers with Peters, “how far did you go?” and pulls it towards his chest as he stares down at him.
“Just kissing…”
“Like this?” Roman kisses him gently, a chaste kiss turns into a deeper one. Peter is taking off his top while Roman quickly strips off his coat and prada shirt, their bodies snapping together once again, Roman’s arms snake around his waist as Peter’s back arc from his insistence.
A string of saliva connects their mouths as they part. Roman’s fingers roam down and tugs at Peter’s buckles. Peter gives a chuckle as he unbuttons and pushes his jeans down. Roman drops down to his knees and looks up at Peter as if he’s worshiping him. He hooks his fingers down Peter’s underwear as his erection springs at attention already leaking. Roman presses his face on his groin as he licks across a vein up his shaft. Peter grunts as Roman’s mouth envelops his throbbing erection.
“Mmhh..” The wolf boy drags his fingers across Roman’s hair and thrusts shallowly. Roman’s eyes tear up as he looks up at the wolf boy. Peter is already staring and all the blood rushes down to Roman’s groin. He takes a hold of Peter’s waist and ass to hold steady and start bobbing up and down up and down.
Peter jolts as a finger enters his hole. Roman slows down to a painful drag as he inserts two fingers and starts to thrust alongside his head. A demanding rhythm starts to pick up. A sudden pleasure rips from his balls up to Peter’s head as it sends electricity all throughout his bones. “Ahh!”
Roman hums with satisfaction as he stands, bracketing his arm around Peter’s shoulders as the other boy’s body starts to go limp. He continues teasing Peter’s prostate as he holds the bearded boy up. With half-lidded eyes Peter can feel Roman's cock through his pants, pressed flush against his groin and grinding. “Ungh…”
Roman shoves Peter against the door. “Argh!” Their noses touch. “You said you were going to prove it to me that you won’t leave.”
Peter heaves, “is this not obvious enough for you?”
“For all I know the sex is just a bonus.”
“You’re right, just an itch I had to scratch.” Peter taunts.
Roman frowns. A flick of his finger and his pants and underwear are down. His pulsing dick on full display, he takes it in his hand as he folds Peter’s left leg up against the door and presses the tip on Peter’s entrance, “scratch this.”
He thrusts in as his whole body follows, pinning Peter’s back against the door.
Peter shouts, “NNGH AHH!!”
Roman begins to thrust crudely as Peter quickly latches on to Roman’s shoulders. Obscene sounds start filling the empty trailer, muffled moans and grunts as their bodies bump against the door with reckless abandon. Roman’s balls slap against his new lover's cheeks now smeared with fluids.
Squelch Squelch Squelch Squelch
Roman huffs, “your body feels soo good… how’s yours?”
“Arghh just move.” Peter moans.
Roman obliges, clutching his ass and pistoning his hole more aggressively than before. Peter’s right legs go numb as the door’s hinge creaks dangerously. Peter snaps his head back, ignoring the pain at the back of his head as Roman doubles down on his sweet spot, grabbing down and around his shoulder. His eyes are seeing stars, "ah?"
“Here?” Roman grins.
Peter’s eye rolls back, “I’m almost there… I’m gonna…”
“Let’s cum together,” Roman says, breathing down his ear.
Peter’s body seizes with pleasure as his orgasm is ripped out of him. His fluids are squirting on both their stomachs. A couple of thrusts and Roman’s follows after, claiming Peter's mouth, as his body thrusts through their releases. They are locked in an embrace, huffing, as Roman slowly releases Peter.
Peter’s body trembles as Roman slowly pulls out. He looks down and his brows furrow confirming his suspicion, “did you just…cum inside me?”
“Oh…” Roman answers dumbly.
Peter groans and shoves past him straight to his bathroom. Roman joins him in the hot shower and after thoroughly cleaning themselves Peter exits first.
-
Roman follows the waft of bacon as he leaves Peter’s room, wearing the gypsy’s extra robe. The clock ticks a little after 7pm.
“We need to exchange blood.” Peter begins.
Roman looks up from eating his eggs.
“That way you’ll know where I am at all times.”
Roman considers this pleasing turn of events, “last I checked that doesn’t work…”
“It’ll work.” Peter states, “trust me…”
Roman scoffs then scarfs down his eggs.
“You can bite down and drink when you’re fucking me.”
“What am I a vampire?” Roman chuckles.
Peter eyes him as he devours a piece of bacon. If only he knew.
“So is this only a one time thing?”
“Don’t worry, you only have one more to go.”
“If I want to do more, would you let me?”
“Are you going to compel me if I say no?”
Roman’s oil-smeared lips curl upwards but his eyes are unreadable.
Peter feels his wolf gruff, if it comes down to it, he’ll just have to deal, “let’s not make this a habit.”
Roman finishes his food and brings the plates to the sink. “Let’s go Rumancek,” he demands, dipping into Peter’s room at the back.
Peter cleans up and follows the hazel-eyed boy, making sure to lock the door.
“Is it ok if I take the lead?” Peter says massaging his neck and stretching his back.
Oh?
Peter looks at him pointedly, as if saying “you nervous?” He flashes his canines at him.
Roman swallows a gulp, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. Oh how the night has turned. When Peter had pulled him for a kiss, all the tension in his body had melted away, replaced by a happy haze that washed over him.
Sex was a fun pastime with women and he had no doubt it would just be as gratifying and more with Peter. He was not repulsed by the idea, in fact it was the opposite. Yes, he was (pleasantly) surprised by Peter’s assertion that he threw whatever dregs of anger he had away. Replaced by a strong yearning to explore this novelty with him. Because it was Peter. Peter.
When he had Peter under him, fully unsheathed it was like it was meant to be. Something deep, primal, perhaps his monstrosity, had latched on. Whether Peter knew it or not, his body was now his. Roman had felt the wolf boy could no longer dismiss him so easily anymore, he had passed the point of being ignored.
“Kiss me,” the upir demanded.
The bed dips as Peter loosens his robe, revealing his clavicle. On his knees, he drags the upir’s legs down until it makes contact with his thighs. Roman’s robe bunches upwards, revealing his pliant girth. His wolf is pleased at the upir’s compliance. Peter strokes gently up Roman’s hips as he peppers Roman’s body with kisses shoving away any obstacles keeping his hands from Roman’s skin. Roman shivers as Peter’s groin brushes up against his on the way up and tilts his head from the pleasure. Peter’s beard brushes up against his neck trailing kisses all the way to his mouth. “Mmm…”
“Stick out your tongue,” he utters, brushing his lips against Roman’s temple.
Roman greets Peter’s tongue enthusiastically. Swirling, sucking, and panting as the kiss turns hungry. “Mmm…”
Peter’s back to kissing his neck, trailing down as his fingers flicks on Roman’s nipples, the taller boy jerks, a signal to continue. Peter teases and mouths his erect nipples as he flicks Roman’s erection with his other finger. “Ungh…”
Sprawled arms squeeze the bed sheets when Roman feels a warm heath envelop the tip of his erection. “Ack.” A thick tongue circles round and round as Peter’s hands brace Roman’s inner thighs, his mouth teasingly nipping the end of his shaft as he gets a whiff of his musk, salty and sweet. Though that might just be his mind playing tricks on him. He swallows all of him until it hits the back of his throat, he paces himself in concentration.
Roman tilts his head further back and unconsciously begins to thrust into the smaller boy’s mouth.
“Open that drawer, there’s lube in there.” Peter points.
Roman rolls over, pulls out the lube, and hands it over to Peter.
Pop! Squirt
Peter used his dry hand to smooth across Roman’s stomach to soothe him, lightly petting and massaging him to distract from the deft fingers gently tapping his hole, teasing his entrance and his thigh jerk from the breach of a cool finger. Peter nearly gags as he swallows deeper down his shaft. Roman jolts from the stimulation and his hands immediately grab onto Peter’s hair, tugging hard. “Argg.” He roams around Peter’s towel-dried hair, smooth and slightly damp before he feels the climax building. One..two…and… “Ungh Ahhh!”
Roman groans as Peter focuses on his hole with no rest. His body twitches with overstimulation as two fingers enter.
“Breathe for me, Roman…”
The upir plops himself up on his elbows and blearily looks at the hungry boy licking up his mess with ferver as he ignores his own pleasure. Bright eyes look at his prey hungrily. He has one goal only. And it does something to Roman’s head.
Roman’s body just writhed under Peter’s fingers, enjoying the sweet burn in his stomach. Everywhere he touched felt like a trail of fire. His fingers hit his prostate and Roman feels like he blacked out.
He comes the second time.
Roman’s body goes pliant as both boys take a moment to catch their breaths. Peter is at his side with damp towels and hands him one. He wipes the mess between his legs but leaves the entrance of his hole alone. Peter fishes out a condom and throws the packaging on the floor. He puts it on and applies more lube on it.
There’s a pregnant pause. A moment of electricity as both boys look at each other. Peter could always just stand safely aside waiting for the destruction and chaos of his friend to blow over. His people’s ways tell him to steer clear of the Romans of this world.
But…but…
He’s been saying that more frequently in this strange town with the strange boy. Frankly, in his deepest heart of hearts he didn’t want to. Not this time. And so he slowly pushed in the tip. Roman’s mouth fell open as Peter slides in slowly and stops, “you good man?” Roman grips the bedsheets and gives him a slow nod. “Ungh…ahhh…”
His body continues to twitch from the sweet burn as Peter pulls it out slowly and gently pushes back in, taking breaks, until he fully bottoms out with a groan. The intensity of Roman’s heat goes straight to Peter’s head. “You’re so tight, Roman…” he gasps, brows furrowed in concentration and wills himself not to cum first. He pulls back and sets a slow and steady pace.
Roman whines not expecting the slow drag and push of his dick. Peter fucked into him slow and hard, like he cherished him. His hands were sliding up and down Roman’s ribs, brushing over his nipples, digging into his hips. A well-angled thrust pulls out a strangled moan.
Ah Ah Ah Ahh Hah
“You’re doing so well, Roman. So well for me…” he bent his head down to draw in a big breath of the pale boy’s scent. His wolf zones in on the crook of his neck, his vein pronounced, and pokes his tongue out to drag a long wet trail making Roman shiver. Peter moves closer, his breath dampening that part of Roman’s skin before digging into his soft, giving flesh.
“Fuck!”
Roman feels his friend sucking and lapping up the liquid welling up. Tricking down to his chest, he swipes his fingers and sees red smeared along his bony fingers. The smell of blood permeates the air.
Peter picks up the pace as Roman watches his face contort, his eyes glowing a bright yellow.
“Ahh…that’s my wolf boy…ungh.” Roman grunts with every thrust, punching it out of him.
“Fuck,” Peter whispers.
Thwop Thwop Fwop Squelch Squelch Fwop Thwop Thwop Thwop!
Roman’s eyes close as everything becomes overwhelming as Peter wraps his hand around his leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Peter moans long and low, “I’m almost there,” and folds Roman’s legs into his chest as he continues to drill aggressively into him. The new angle opened Roman up more, Peter nudging against his happy spot with every push.
“Ah! Peter! I’m gonna come!”
Peter grunts and takes a bite of his left wrist, breaching skin. He quickly shoves it up against Roman’s mouth, “drink it!”
Roman's hole clenched down just as his scream was blocked by Peter’s bleeding wrist. A low guttural moan escapes him as he spills onto his stomach. Peter groans from the sudden tightness and that brings him over the edge, he presses down hard onto Roman’s chest, spilling inside.
Peter flops down on Roman’s chest, the upir’s hands circling around his back. The sound of their pants and smell of their sex were all that painted the room.
The gypsy boy pushes himself up on his knees, their bodies still connected, as he licks his injury. Roman looks up at him with his flushed face, “it’s done?”
“It’s done,” he replies, panting still.
Peter pulls back and sits beside Roman, studying him. His heaving chest and a look of being utterly filled hit Peter’s heart with a pang of satisfaction. Roman’s fingers wrap around his forearm, “you can’t leave me now, Peter. Not after this… you’re mine.”
Peter brushes Roman’s strands away from his eyes and looks at him fondly, “I know.”