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Chicago was different than Sammie would’ve expected. He’d know it would be big; buildings that went up instead of out, seas of people in the streets, cars honking and people yelling right on back. He didn’t know it would be so bright. Lights on top of buildings and lamp posts lining the concrete streets made it easy not to be afraid of the dark. Sammie loved it. Remmick hated it.
“Fuckin’ lampposts. Gonna kill every last one of those sons of bitches that made ‘em.” Sammie rolled his eyes and looked back to the guitar in his lap, tightening the copper strings.
It was dusk now, and Remmick and Sammie sat in a cramped apartment on the corner of a rough block a few stories up. He’d heard from Stack about the Irish and Italian gangs and never to mention the SmokeStack twins, or hell, even go near any one of ‘em. The little apartment was all Sammie could afford, scraping together the money he’d gotten playing at gigs here and there, people coming up to him and asking, “Man, what are you doing here?”
Sammie just laughed and thanked them for their generosity.
And then there’s Remmick.
The first few months of Remmick showing up at Sammies window, creeping in and refusing to leave, Sammie was terrified. Hell, he’d tried to kill the white devil countless times but it just… didn’t work. Garlic, holy water, salt; none of them had an effect on Remmick. He just stood there, smiling wickedly.
Sammie had learned to deal with it. Remmick would come, Sammie would indulge him by playing music, and then not speak to him again. But Remmick was always there, looking, lurking.
“Baby, you gonna sing for me?” Remmick soft drawl snapped Sammie out of his trace, pulling his eyes away from nowhere in particular. His lips screwed up into a frown. “I’m fixin’ up my guitar. You gon’ have to wait.” Remmick’s nostrils flared but he knelt down to where Sammie was sitting and put a hand on his knee.
Possessive.
“Sammie…” He purred, leaning his face into Sammies neck, breathing him in. His eyes rolled. He licked a long strip up Sammies neck and up to his ear and let his teeth graze over the sensitive skin there. “Hurry on up, baby.” Sammie stiffened and tightened the strings faster. The sooner he sang, the sooner Remmick would leave.
“Mmm, you smell so good. Almost as good as you did raw ’n bleedin’ in the river,” he licked the shell of Sammie’s ear. “Loved having you pressed up on me so tight.” The creature pumped, his hand sliding up Sammie’s thigh. Sammie muffled a groan with a hand over his mouth and shook his head, trying to pull away from Remmick. He’d tried a lot of things, but never this.
“No, no Remmick we agreed-“
“Shh, baby. Just want a lil’ taste. Can you give me that, sugar?” Remmick was using his southern drawl now, the same one he’d used when they opened the doors for him that fateful night. Sammie winced as teeth sunk into his neck, just enough to nip and not truly bite. Blood beaded at the wound and Remmick lapped it all up like a dog who hadn’t drunk in days.
“You taste so good, best blood I ever tasted,” he sucked the wound. “Nobody compares to you, Sammie.” Sammie gasped as Remmick sunk his teeth deeper, drool sneaking from his mouth onto Sammies neck. Blood seeped out faster now and Remmick groaned as he licked it right up. “So good, letting me drink ya. Fuck, Sammie.”
Sammie felt tears running down his cheeks and his breath coming out in little gasps as Remmick ravaged him. He was crying. Remmick stopped and grinned up at Sammie like he was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “Oh now sugar, no need to cry…” Remmick cupped Sammie’s cheeks with bloodied hands and licked the tears gently off his face, savoring the little hiccups that came out of the boy's mouth.
“Shh, baby, shh…” Remmick gently held Sammie up and pressed him against the cold, concrete wall, crowding up behind him. Sammie hadn’t stopped gasping into his hand, scared of the man behind him, scared of how much he liked it.
“Oh, that’s my boy…” Remmick cooed into his ear, pushing his hardness against Sammie. “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby… since I laid eyes on that pretty face, I’ve wanted to fuck you dumb, drink you right up.” Sammie squeezed his eyes shut, wishing all of this to go away. But he couldn’t seem to push Remmick away.
“It’ll all be over soon, baby, I promise.”
Sammie felt his pants get yanked down and a hand on his ass, groping, leaving bloody marks all over. “So pretty...” He murmured, looking at Sammie against the wall, his cheek pressed into the cool surface, wet with tears. Remmick groaned at the sight and unzipped his pants, making Sammie freeze.
With a wicked grin, Remmick spat into his bloodied hand and stroked his cock, tipping his head back and groaning as Sammie’s body shook with anticipation.
Remmick pressed the tip against Sammie’s hole and gently slid in, the blood and slick making it easier than it should’ve been. Sammie’s scream was muffled by one of Remmick’s hands that had slid to cup his mouth tightly. “Ah, oh baby you feel so good around me,” he groaned and pushed in, shallowly thrusting. “So tight, Songbird.”
Sammie’s screams turned into whimpers as Remmick thrusted into him over and over, whispering sweet nothings in is ears, praising him for being so good.
The feeling of being so full made Sammie want to choke, to gag. It was too much. Too much Remmick. His scent, the voice purring in his ear, the cock thrusting in and out of him at a punishing pace.
Sammie’s knees buckled.
“Woah, there sugar.” Remmick didn’t slow down, just hoisted Sammie up in his arms and let him rest against his body. “Aw, baby I'm sorry.” He whispered in Sammie’s ear as he sobbed, his body shaking and struggling to take Remmick’s size.
“Just couldn’t help myself any longer.” He bit into Sammie’s neck again, deeper than last time and ran his sinful tongue over his honeyed flesh. “God baby, you gonna kill me you’re so sweet.”
Remmick thrusted faster, the sinful sound of sex echoing off the walls, Sammie’s cries joining them making beautiful music.
“See, I told ya to sing, baby. Now you doin’ it.” He licked Sammie’s neck again and pushed him against the wall, grabbing his hips roughly. Remmick let out an animalistic growl, his eyes glowing faintly. “Gonna ruin you, sugar.”
He snapped his hips harshly and Sammie sobbed into the concrete, holding his hands against the wall to steady himself as he got brutally ravaged by the creature.
“Fuck, Sammie. ‘M gonna fill you up, baby. All full of me forever, nobody else, hear me?”
His hips grew erratic, and he panted into Sammie’s neck, the blood dripping down and smearing on the white walls. Remmick chuckled as he saw the red stains tinting the perfect canvas. “You paintin’ a picture so you can remember, hmm?”
Sammie shook his head, unable to form words. His sobs racked his body, and his legs twitched and shook from the abuse.
“Oh fuck-“ Sammie almost blacked out as he felt white hot liquid fill him just as Remmick bit down hard on his shoulder.
Remmick panted, looking down at the trembling boy leaning on the wall for support, his now empty hole clenching around nothing. The beast smiled.
“Did so good for me, baby… so good.”
Those were that last words he said before leaving the trembling boy to collapse on the floor and pass out in exhaustion.