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Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
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In case anyone was wondering, this story's coming out so fast because it's the only thing on my mind lately; apologies for the readers of my other fics. I'll get to them as soon as I can. Thanks so much to all the reviewers.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 03
Matt slowly descended the stairs, rubbing at his temples. It was around six in the evening, and he still hadn't taken a dose of wolfsbane. He wished it wasn't that obvious, but seemingly everyone he ran into had to ask about it. Some, like Jimmy, had given him concerned looks, but Zacky had promiscuously pushed Matt against the wall, claiming he liked when Matt wasn't taking the medicine -- it made him 'more violent'.
He pushed open the heavy door at the bottom of the staircase -- it lead into the nightclub on the corner; which was of course more than your typical night club. Matt owned it, he and his friends lived above it -- which obviously meant that it was a major hang out for the Aconites. And sure enough, at such an early time, Matt wasn't surprised to find the club filled with people. The door he opened was located behind the bar, where currently Valary was tending to drinks and such. She'd warmed up to him again, but had apparently stopped following the hunters around -- now he'd never know how close they were to finding out who he was.
She glanced at him, and her brow furrowed in disapproval at his state. He ignored her and walked around the bar. The smell of blood hit his nostrils, coming from the backrooms. These were the rooms that most of the werewolves spent their time in; especially Brian and Zack. It was where they'd let their natural instincts and behaviors come out -- sometimes even resulting in death. Matt hated these rooms, but he couldn't get rid of them because it was better for that kind of stuff to happen there then out on the streets.
"There he is."
Matt glanced up, Alex Varkatzas was grinning at him from one of the bar stools, drink in hand. Matt returned the smile and neared the other man, and the two quickly embraced.
"What are you doing here?" Matt asked. "Thought you were gonna stay in New Jersey."
Alex shrugged. "There's no Matt Shadows in Jersey." he said.
Matt grinned again. "Good to see you again." he said, sliding his arm around Alex, and looking around.
"So how's life treating you?" Alex asked, before taking a sip of whatever Val had served him.
"Like usual." Matt said.
"Which is as I am supposed to assume," the other man said with a smirk. "Not good?"
Matt grinned, and side-glanced him. But instead of answering he leaned over and pressed his lips to Alex's. It didn't go much farther, because it wasn't meant to. It was both something for Matt to show that he'd missed his friend, and a way to weasel his way out of answering that friend's question. When they pulled away, Alex gestured to one of the backrooms.
"Brian told me that I'd have to ask to get me and Dan back there." he said, he smirked. "How 'bout it, babe?"
Matt snorted. "Don't listen to Brian; you're allowed to do whatever you want." he said. "And Dan? Didn't think you two had a thing for each other."
Alex shrugged as he started to walk away towards that backroom where Dan Jacobs had appeared and was waiting. He grinned. "Funny how things work out."
Matt watched as Alex and Dan slipped into the backroom, then he turned and started towards the exit. It was still light outside, and he glanced around as he closed the door. He felt himself pause as he caught sight of the kid, Johnny walking (presumably) home. He hadn't been lying when he'd told the kid he wanted to get to know him. There was something highly intriguing about the kid, not to mention how how cute he was.
But another thought suddenly struck him. If Johnny was friends with that highly ranked hunter, there'd be a way to (maybe) get some information. But that would be manipulative of him...survival of the fittest though, right?
Johnny stopped when he saw him, and the two kind of just studied each other for a moment.
"You were serious earlier?" he asked randomly.
Matt could tell the kid had been thinking about this all day, and that excited him for some reason. He nodded as he stepped down from the stoop, coming to stop a few feet from the boy.
"Why?" Johnny asked.
"Why not?" Matt asked, and he let his eyes wander over the kid. "I like you."
The kid's expression showed his initial surprise, but he tried to act casual. Matt tried not to smirk.
"Don't think about what I am." the older man said quietly. "It'll help."
Johnny's brown furrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Matt grinned this time. "Just cause you know what I am, doesn't mean you have to act like you hate me." he said.
"I'm not." Johnny said, as though this thought were absurd.
Matt crossed his arms, and gave him skeptical look. Johnny gave a sigh and looked down.
"Well, I wasn't acting like I hated you." he said.
Matt took a step towards him, bringing them maybe a foot away from each other. Johnny kept his eyes focused on the ground, but Matt saw his breathing quicken. With one hand, Matt reached down and lightly grabbed Johnny's chin. Without thinking, he leaned down, lifting the kid's face, and he pressed his lips to Johnny's. He couldn't keep the smile off his face though, because he felt the way Johnny's body tensed up; he could tell that the kid had never been kissed before; that would make it all the more easier.
Johnny went to pull away, but Matt held him there, deepening the kiss by brushing his tongue over the boy's bottom lip. At first, there was no reaction, but after a moment, Johnny's lips parted just slightly -- enough for Matt to push his tongue into the kid's mouth. He found Johnny's tongue with his own, and moved his rhythmically against it. Blood had already sunk between his legs, but he ignored it. He walked around like that most of the time anyway.
Finally, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop if they went to further, Matt pulled away. Johnny stayed frozen in that spot for a while, lips still parted and pouted. There was a brief moment of him recollecting himself, before he looked down almost embarrassed.
"You just get right to the point..." he said slowly.
Matt didn't say anything, he just watched the kid's expression. At that moment, he wanted to grab the kid, take him into the club, upstairs to his room, and lock the door. He shifted slightly, telling himself not to do it.
"I want some alone time with you." he said after a second.
"Why?" Johnny asked.
Matt reached up and placed one of his hands on Johnny's cheek, holding him in a way that could be considered affectionate.
"I already told you," he said. "I like you."
Johnny swallowed, and his gaze lowered again. He was trying to pretend he didn't care, it was the whole: 'I'm-gonna-be-a-hunter' attitude, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't attracted to Matt. Finally, he said something that Matt got excited about.
"When?"
Matt reentered the club, smiling to himself. He'd just scheduled meeting up with Johnny the next night; he didn't know where he'd take him, being that the club was always full of Aconites, but he'd figure it out. He'd decided to let Johnny go for the night, it would be too soon for Matt to try anything, the art of seducing someone usually took longer.
"Where were you?"
He glanced up, Zack was holding a drink and looking very buzzed. He gave a shrug.
"Just wanted some air." he said.
Zacky nodded, draining what was left in his glass. Then he tossed it to the side, moving forward to grab Matt's arm.
"Take me in a backroom, Matt." he said.
Matt gave a sigh, but he smirked. "Why on Earth would you want to go to a backroom?" he asked.
Zack's arm slid around his waist, and he pulled Matt towards one of the backrooms.
"Please." he said.
Matt grined, and pulled open the door to an empty room. Zack mirrored the grin, slipping inside, and Matt followed, shutting and locking the door. The strong scent of blood hit his nose, and he felt his stomach muscles contract. The room had been cleaned, but the scent remained as did the long scratches on the walls -- the peeling wallpaper.
Zack pulled off his shirt, before grabbing at Matt's. As the two quickly helped each other undress, they neared the bed in the center of the room. Matt pushed Zack roughly down onto the mattress, and the smaller man gave him a look that had pure lust written all over it.
"Make it hurt." he said, his voice a purr.
Matt crawled into the bed, leaning down and giving the other man a violent kiss. They were both completely naked, and Zack clawed at every part of Matt's body he could reach. Matt bit one of the smaller man's lip rings, tugging at Zack's lip, before he sat up to quickly roll the smaller man over.
Zack didn't protest to this position, just kept his hips propped and pushed out, waiting obediently, as Matt spit into his hand. The larger man quickly covered his thick cock, and he grabbed Zack's hips roughly, lining himself up. He gave no warning before he threw his hips forward.
A pain-filled groan escaped Zack's lips as Matt's large dick slid into him. Matt showed no mercy, thrusting in a second time, and Zack muttered an incoherent plea, urging the larger man on, which brought the third thrust.
After a moment, Matt could smell Zack's blood, and he felt his jaw muscles clench. The blood made his quick thrusting more smooth and easy, but it also made his instincts surface. It wasn't helping any that he could hear the noises from the room next door; they were driving him crazy to say the least. He recognized one of Alex's climatic growls, and he moaned, slamming his hips forward.
A noise along the same lines issued from Zack, but they both fell silent, each concentrating on their pleasure. As Zack's hand moved swiftly over his own cock, Matt continued to drive his dick harshly into the smaller man's prostate. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to the back of one of Zack's shoulders. Then, he caught the skin between his teeth and bit down sharply. He could feel Zack's flesh tear, and then tasted the blood. Zack moaned again, even when Matt moved a few inches down his back to draw more blood. Zack seemed perfectly fine with being a chew-toy.
Matt made a mess out of Zacky's back, biting the other man at least four more times -- it was hard to tell which wounds the blood was coming from now. He leaned up again, taking in a deep breath as he let out a throaty groan. He scratched his nails down Zack's untouched side, enjoying the primal sound that came from the smaller man, as his skin rose, and crimson droplets started to appear. In Alex's room, it sounded like a lamp had been knocked over -- but that wasn't abnormal; Matt wouldn't have been surprised if one of them ended up seriously injured, if not both of them.
Zacky gave a groan, and his body became rigid. Matt thrust his dick quickly into his prostate a few more times, making sure he was rough and quick, and Zack came into his hand. His muscles tightened around Matt's cock, and he let out a loud, animalistic noise, his hips jerking forward. He came powerfully into the smaller man, and just as quickly as it'd started, it was over.
Matt pulled his now soft cock from Zack, and laid down next to him, taking deep breaths. Zacky stayed on his stomach, the blood mixed with Matt's cum sliding from his ass, as the gashes and bites that had shredded his back continued to ooze blood. They'd close up and heal within the hour though, no worries.
Zack passed out almost immediately, but Matt watched the ceiling for a while. As Zack's blood dried on his lips and chin, he couldn't help but wish that it was Johnny's.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
00][01][02
In case anyone was wondering, this story's coming out so fast because it's the only thing on my mind lately; apologies for the readers of my other fics. I'll get to them as soon as I can. Thanks so much to all the reviewers.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 03
Matt slowly descended the stairs, rubbing at his temples. It was around six in the evening, and he still hadn't taken a dose of wolfsbane. He wished it wasn't that obvious, but seemingly everyone he ran into had to ask about it. Some, like Jimmy, had given him concerned looks, but Zacky had promiscuously pushed Matt against the wall, claiming he liked when Matt wasn't taking the medicine -- it made him 'more violent'.
He pushed open the heavy door at the bottom of the staircase -- it lead into the nightclub on the corner; which was of course more than your typical night club. Matt owned it, he and his friends lived above it -- which obviously meant that it was a major hang out for the Aconites. And sure enough, at such an early time, Matt wasn't surprised to find the club filled with people. The door he opened was located behind the bar, where currently Valary was tending to drinks and such. She'd warmed up to him again, but had apparently stopped following the hunters around -- now he'd never know how close they were to finding out who he was.
She glanced at him, and her brow furrowed in disapproval at his state. He ignored her and walked around the bar. The smell of blood hit his nostrils, coming from the backrooms. These were the rooms that most of the werewolves spent their time in; especially Brian and Zack. It was where they'd let their natural instincts and behaviors come out -- sometimes even resulting in death. Matt hated these rooms, but he couldn't get rid of them because it was better for that kind of stuff to happen there then out on the streets.
"There he is."
Matt glanced up, Alex Varkatzas was grinning at him from one of the bar stools, drink in hand. Matt returned the smile and neared the other man, and the two quickly embraced.
"What are you doing here?" Matt asked. "Thought you were gonna stay in New Jersey."
Alex shrugged. "There's no Matt Shadows in Jersey." he said.
Matt grinned again. "Good to see you again." he said, sliding his arm around Alex, and looking around.
"So how's life treating you?" Alex asked, before taking a sip of whatever Val had served him.
"Like usual." Matt said.
"Which is as I am supposed to assume," the other man said with a smirk. "Not good?"
Matt grinned, and side-glanced him. But instead of answering he leaned over and pressed his lips to Alex's. It didn't go much farther, because it wasn't meant to. It was both something for Matt to show that he'd missed his friend, and a way to weasel his way out of answering that friend's question. When they pulled away, Alex gestured to one of the backrooms.
"Brian told me that I'd have to ask to get me and Dan back there." he said, he smirked. "How 'bout it, babe?"
Matt snorted. "Don't listen to Brian; you're allowed to do whatever you want." he said. "And Dan? Didn't think you two had a thing for each other."
Alex shrugged as he started to walk away towards that backroom where Dan Jacobs had appeared and was waiting. He grinned. "Funny how things work out."
Matt watched as Alex and Dan slipped into the backroom, then he turned and started towards the exit. It was still light outside, and he glanced around as he closed the door. He felt himself pause as he caught sight of the kid, Johnny walking (presumably) home. He hadn't been lying when he'd told the kid he wanted to get to know him. There was something highly intriguing about the kid, not to mention how how cute he was.
But another thought suddenly struck him. If Johnny was friends with that highly ranked hunter, there'd be a way to (maybe) get some information. But that would be manipulative of him...survival of the fittest though, right?
Johnny stopped when he saw him, and the two kind of just studied each other for a moment.
"You were serious earlier?" he asked randomly.
Matt could tell the kid had been thinking about this all day, and that excited him for some reason. He nodded as he stepped down from the stoop, coming to stop a few feet from the boy.
"Why?" Johnny asked.
"Why not?" Matt asked, and he let his eyes wander over the kid. "I like you."
The kid's expression showed his initial surprise, but he tried to act casual. Matt tried not to smirk.
"Don't think about what I am." the older man said quietly. "It'll help."
Johnny's brown furrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Matt grinned this time. "Just cause you know what I am, doesn't mean you have to act like you hate me." he said.
"I'm not." Johnny said, as though this thought were absurd.
Matt crossed his arms, and gave him skeptical look. Johnny gave a sigh and looked down.
"Well, I wasn't acting like I hated you." he said.
Matt took a step towards him, bringing them maybe a foot away from each other. Johnny kept his eyes focused on the ground, but Matt saw his breathing quicken. With one hand, Matt reached down and lightly grabbed Johnny's chin. Without thinking, he leaned down, lifting the kid's face, and he pressed his lips to Johnny's. He couldn't keep the smile off his face though, because he felt the way Johnny's body tensed up; he could tell that the kid had never been kissed before; that would make it all the more easier.
Johnny went to pull away, but Matt held him there, deepening the kiss by brushing his tongue over the boy's bottom lip. At first, there was no reaction, but after a moment, Johnny's lips parted just slightly -- enough for Matt to push his tongue into the kid's mouth. He found Johnny's tongue with his own, and moved his rhythmically against it. Blood had already sunk between his legs, but he ignored it. He walked around like that most of the time anyway.
Finally, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop if they went to further, Matt pulled away. Johnny stayed frozen in that spot for a while, lips still parted and pouted. There was a brief moment of him recollecting himself, before he looked down almost embarrassed.
"You just get right to the point..." he said slowly.
Matt didn't say anything, he just watched the kid's expression. At that moment, he wanted to grab the kid, take him into the club, upstairs to his room, and lock the door. He shifted slightly, telling himself not to do it.
"I want some alone time with you." he said after a second.
"Why?" Johnny asked.
Matt reached up and placed one of his hands on Johnny's cheek, holding him in a way that could be considered affectionate.
"I already told you," he said. "I like you."
Johnny swallowed, and his gaze lowered again. He was trying to pretend he didn't care, it was the whole: 'I'm-gonna-be-a-hunter' attitude, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't attracted to Matt. Finally, he said something that Matt got excited about.
"When?"
Matt reentered the club, smiling to himself. He'd just scheduled meeting up with Johnny the next night; he didn't know where he'd take him, being that the club was always full of Aconites, but he'd figure it out. He'd decided to let Johnny go for the night, it would be too soon for Matt to try anything, the art of seducing someone usually took longer.
"Where were you?"
He glanced up, Zack was holding a drink and looking very buzzed. He gave a shrug.
"Just wanted some air." he said.
Zacky nodded, draining what was left in his glass. Then he tossed it to the side, moving forward to grab Matt's arm.
"Take me in a backroom, Matt." he said.
Matt gave a sigh, but he smirked. "Why on Earth would you want to go to a backroom?" he asked.
Zack's arm slid around his waist, and he pulled Matt towards one of the backrooms.
"Please." he said.
Matt grined, and pulled open the door to an empty room. Zack mirrored the grin, slipping inside, and Matt followed, shutting and locking the door. The strong scent of blood hit his nose, and he felt his stomach muscles contract. The room had been cleaned, but the scent remained as did the long scratches on the walls -- the peeling wallpaper.
Zack pulled off his shirt, before grabbing at Matt's. As the two quickly helped each other undress, they neared the bed in the center of the room. Matt pushed Zack roughly down onto the mattress, and the smaller man gave him a look that had pure lust written all over it.
"Make it hurt." he said, his voice a purr.
Matt crawled into the bed, leaning down and giving the other man a violent kiss. They were both completely naked, and Zack clawed at every part of Matt's body he could reach. Matt bit one of the smaller man's lip rings, tugging at Zack's lip, before he sat up to quickly roll the smaller man over.
Zack didn't protest to this position, just kept his hips propped and pushed out, waiting obediently, as Matt spit into his hand. The larger man quickly covered his thick cock, and he grabbed Zack's hips roughly, lining himself up. He gave no warning before he threw his hips forward.
A pain-filled groan escaped Zack's lips as Matt's large dick slid into him. Matt showed no mercy, thrusting in a second time, and Zack muttered an incoherent plea, urging the larger man on, which brought the third thrust.
After a moment, Matt could smell Zack's blood, and he felt his jaw muscles clench. The blood made his quick thrusting more smooth and easy, but it also made his instincts surface. It wasn't helping any that he could hear the noises from the room next door; they were driving him crazy to say the least. He recognized one of Alex's climatic growls, and he moaned, slamming his hips forward.
A noise along the same lines issued from Zack, but they both fell silent, each concentrating on their pleasure. As Zack's hand moved swiftly over his own cock, Matt continued to drive his dick harshly into the smaller man's prostate. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to the back of one of Zack's shoulders. Then, he caught the skin between his teeth and bit down sharply. He could feel Zack's flesh tear, and then tasted the blood. Zack moaned again, even when Matt moved a few inches down his back to draw more blood. Zack seemed perfectly fine with being a chew-toy.
Matt made a mess out of Zacky's back, biting the other man at least four more times -- it was hard to tell which wounds the blood was coming from now. He leaned up again, taking in a deep breath as he let out a throaty groan. He scratched his nails down Zack's untouched side, enjoying the primal sound that came from the smaller man, as his skin rose, and crimson droplets started to appear. In Alex's room, it sounded like a lamp had been knocked over -- but that wasn't abnormal; Matt wouldn't have been surprised if one of them ended up seriously injured, if not both of them.
Zacky gave a groan, and his body became rigid. Matt thrust his dick quickly into his prostate a few more times, making sure he was rough and quick, and Zack came into his hand. His muscles tightened around Matt's cock, and he let out a loud, animalistic noise, his hips jerking forward. He came powerfully into the smaller man, and just as quickly as it'd started, it was over.
Matt pulled his now soft cock from Zack, and laid down next to him, taking deep breaths. Zacky stayed on his stomach, the blood mixed with Matt's cum sliding from his ass, as the gashes and bites that had shredded his back continued to ooze blood. They'd close up and heal within the hour though, no worries.
Zack passed out almost immediately, but Matt watched the ceiling for a while. As Zack's blood dried on his lips and chin, he couldn't help but wish that it was Johnny's.