Eleven Moments in Time
Title: Eleven Moments in Time
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Prompts: 010, 011, 013, 023, 032, 033, 037, 038, 042, 062, 075.
You say I take and don’t give. I’ve given you everything I got. So don’t tell me that lie.
Prompt: 075, Shattered.
Words: 100.
Rating: T. Warning for homophobia.
Marko trembled from the intensity of his emotions, fingers digging into the slightly rough flesh of his palms. How could he say that? How could he-
Like Marko wasn't *trying* to change, like Marko *wanted* to be this way. Fuck no. He didn't want to be attracted to men, and it wasn’t anything that was done to him when he was young, so how could his father even think-
Marko ignored his father's disgusted look, the disappointment in his voice as he shouted at Marko. Get out. Get out! No son of mine!
He didn’t want to get stuck here anyway.
The report of my death was an exaggeration.
Prompt: 010, Years.
Words: 230.
Rating: M.
The reports in the papers mourned his loss. It was a small town anyway, a little piece of shit on the coast of Washington. Marko "Mickey" Lincoln had been a hot shot back in the 1930’s up there, but that hadn't mattered. He was a charming kid with the prospect to be something big because everyone knew him and he helped everyone. His body was never found, presumed to have been swept out at sea once they found his boat wrecked a few miles down with only his blood on the deck.
The truth, however, proved to be much different. More exhilarating, less tragic. David, lovely David, had made Marko fall in love with him. And Marko followed dutifully when they traveled south to David's home in Santa Carla, staging Marko's death and keeping a low profile in the cave for a few years after turning Marko with his Sire’s blood.
They only ventured out to visit Max, to strengthen themselves and get supplies and stay up to date on culture, or at night to play under the boardwalk and eat unsuspecting lovers. Hopped up on the lust in their blood, the endorphins and hormones of those hapless youth, David and Marko would kiss through the blood, getting off on the taste on their mingling tongues and the press of each other's thighs against their groins.
Prompt: 032, Sunset.
Sequel to Prompt 091 (Birthday).
Words: 94.
Rating: E+.
The first sunset he saw on the very coast of Santa Carla, his feet digging pleasantly into the sand, had been proceeded by Marko spending the night under the boardwalk and shivering slightly at the chill from the water that rolled off the ocean waves. He curled up under his blankets - he’d packed for this, had done this so many times that he knew how to run away professionally. But after being unable to find work anywhere, Marko was forced to eat the last of the food he’d stowed in his pack.
Prompt: 037, Sound.
Words: 192
Rating: XM. Hair-kink.
David thrust faster, petting his hands over Marko’s smooth, toned chest and stomach, fingers running down Marko’s strong thighs that were hooked around his waist. His hips snapped forward as he committed the sounds of their sex to memory. Marko’s little high-pitched whimpers, the sound of his balls slapping Marko’s ass every time his cock pounded into the lithe body beneath his, the keening as Marko came with his back arching up off the mattress. The panting as David fucked him through it, the sound of his cock as he slipped out of Marko’s ass and shuffled up to stroke his cock as he straddled Marko’s chest. Marko growled, eyes flashing gold in sudden arousal, and he opened his mouth even as his fangs lengthened. David groaned, fingers slipping over the head of his cock once, twice, and he came in thick ribbons over Marko’s chest, his neck, his face - it even got into Marko’s beautiful curly hair. David couldn’t help but grab Marko’s hair and tug him by his jaw forward so he could rub his cock against the silky tresses.
042: Triangle
Words: 157.
Rating: T.
David was in love with Marko far before Star came around to divert his attention. And she was merely a bandage on a fatal wound - far too little too late. Marko only had eyes for Paul, unfortunately, and barely let them trail away from the half-vampire who had yet to kill his first victim. And Paul? Paul was in love with Star. It was a triangle - a pentagon? - because Star was in love with David, and no one was okay.
Dwayne… Dwayne was the one who made them all better. Dwayne with his unreadable countenance and dark looks, Marko fell for Dwayne and David was strangely okay with that. Dwayne kept his arm around Marko, and as soon as Paul made his first kill he stopped having a “thing” for Star. And David? David learned to love what he had even if curly blondes with too-big eyes would haunt his dreams for the rest of his unlife.
033: Too Much
Words: 105.
Rating: XM.
Panting as he Dwayne slid into him alongside David, Marko growled and felt his fangs lengthening in his mouth, cutting at his lips. His head arched backward only to be dragged back down as David licked the blood from his mouth and then cut it open even more. “How’s it feel?” David said in his low gruff voice, the words accompanied by a brush of breath against his ear that had Marko shivering.
“It’s- it’s too much,” Marko panted, shaking his head and moaning softly. He couldn’t take this, he couldn’t- “So big, I’m gonna- I’m so full.”
011: Red
Words: 194.
Rating: M.
The bright smear of red over Michael’s lips after he brought the bottle away had Marko narrowing his eyes in interest. Attraction to other men wasn’t new to Marko, especially not after meeting the other boys that made up David’s ragtag little family, but he’d felt nothing for Michael except amusement at the human’s innocent and ignorance to their true nature. Now, with the blood sending them all into a high, Marko licked his lips as his eyes flashed gold. The urge to claim Michael was immediate and overwhelming, and later, when everyone had gone to bed and Michael was still reeling from the high of Sire’s blood, Marko had pinned him to a wall in one of the tunneled hallways of the old hotel. His fingers dipped under Michael’s shirt, tongue laving a spot on the now-half-vampire’s throat before his fangs sunk in. Michael keened softly, his own fingers scrabbling at Marko’s arms in an attempt to find purchase in the closest thing possible. Withdrawing his fangs, Marko grinned roughly, red now on his mouth, and pressed their lips together in a harsh kiss.
038: Touch. Sequel to Prompt 032 (Sunset). Part 3 in the Streetrat Universe.
Words: 114.
Rating: M. Warning for child abuse.
Marko’s fond memories of his mother were few and far between… he remembered her smell, a soft vanilla mixed with mildewed laundry; he remembered the sound of her voice, a strong and boastful tone; he even remembered the color of her eyes, the very same eyes that he himself had.
The truth was that Marko’s less fond memories of his mother circled all around her touch: hard grips to his tiny arms, fingernails piercing his skin, the shake of his body as she seethed in anger. He remembered the slaps across his face and the kicks to his ribs.
But those memories didn’t last long after Marko moved to Santa Carla.
062. Spring. Sequel to Prompt 038 (Touch). Part 4 in the Streetrat Universe.
Words: 180.
Rating: E+.
By Spring, Marko was living out of trashcans and shivering under a bundle of blankets he’d stolen from a hotel when they weren’t paying attention. Bathing in the ocean was his last resort at the end of the day, mostly because it was fucking cold, but Marko could sometimes steal into empty hotel rooms or break into empty houses for a quick rinse. Even more often came the sinks in the bathroom, liquid soap as his shampoo, or a hose on the side of a house. The winter wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but now Marko had a little rat’s nest of blankets and bags and newspaper under the boardwalk where no one could see him.
He’d finally commandeered a set of clean clothes and started traipsing around the boardwalk, mostly absentmindedly. The night was warm, and he smiled at the people passing by him with smiles on their own faces. He couldn’t fault them for their joy; he would be feeling just as happy if he were in their place.
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Prompts: 010, 011, 013, 023, 032, 033, 037, 038, 042, 062, 075.
You say I take and don’t give. I’ve given you everything I got. So don’t tell me that lie.
Prompt: 075, Shattered.
Words: 100.
Rating: T. Warning for homophobia.
Marko trembled from the intensity of his emotions, fingers digging into the slightly rough flesh of his palms. How could he say that? How could he-
Like Marko wasn't *trying* to change, like Marko *wanted* to be this way. Fuck no. He didn't want to be attracted to men, and it wasn’t anything that was done to him when he was young, so how could his father even think-
Marko ignored his father's disgusted look, the disappointment in his voice as he shouted at Marko. Get out. Get out! No son of mine!
He didn’t want to get stuck here anyway.
The report of my death was an exaggeration.
Prompt: 010, Years.
Words: 230.
Rating: M.
The reports in the papers mourned his loss. It was a small town anyway, a little piece of shit on the coast of Washington. Marko "Mickey" Lincoln had been a hot shot back in the 1930’s up there, but that hadn't mattered. He was a charming kid with the prospect to be something big because everyone knew him and he helped everyone. His body was never found, presumed to have been swept out at sea once they found his boat wrecked a few miles down with only his blood on the deck.
The truth, however, proved to be much different. More exhilarating, less tragic. David, lovely David, had made Marko fall in love with him. And Marko followed dutifully when they traveled south to David's home in Santa Carla, staging Marko's death and keeping a low profile in the cave for a few years after turning Marko with his Sire’s blood.
They only ventured out to visit Max, to strengthen themselves and get supplies and stay up to date on culture, or at night to play under the boardwalk and eat unsuspecting lovers. Hopped up on the lust in their blood, the endorphins and hormones of those hapless youth, David and Marko would kiss through the blood, getting off on the taste on their mingling tongues and the press of each other's thighs against their groins.
Prompt: 032, Sunset.
Sequel to Prompt 091 (Birthday).
Words: 94.
Rating: E+.
The first sunset he saw on the very coast of Santa Carla, his feet digging pleasantly into the sand, had been proceeded by Marko spending the night under the boardwalk and shivering slightly at the chill from the water that rolled off the ocean waves. He curled up under his blankets - he’d packed for this, had done this so many times that he knew how to run away professionally. But after being unable to find work anywhere, Marko was forced to eat the last of the food he’d stowed in his pack.
Prompt: 037, Sound.
Words: 192
Rating: XM. Hair-kink.
David thrust faster, petting his hands over Marko’s smooth, toned chest and stomach, fingers running down Marko’s strong thighs that were hooked around his waist. His hips snapped forward as he committed the sounds of their sex to memory. Marko’s little high-pitched whimpers, the sound of his balls slapping Marko’s ass every time his cock pounded into the lithe body beneath his, the keening as Marko came with his back arching up off the mattress. The panting as David fucked him through it, the sound of his cock as he slipped out of Marko’s ass and shuffled up to stroke his cock as he straddled Marko’s chest. Marko growled, eyes flashing gold in sudden arousal, and he opened his mouth even as his fangs lengthened. David groaned, fingers slipping over the head of his cock once, twice, and he came in thick ribbons over Marko’s chest, his neck, his face - it even got into Marko’s beautiful curly hair. David couldn’t help but grab Marko’s hair and tug him by his jaw forward so he could rub his cock against the silky tresses.
042: Triangle
Words: 157.
Rating: T.
David was in love with Marko far before Star came around to divert his attention. And she was merely a bandage on a fatal wound - far too little too late. Marko only had eyes for Paul, unfortunately, and barely let them trail away from the half-vampire who had yet to kill his first victim. And Paul? Paul was in love with Star. It was a triangle - a pentagon? - because Star was in love with David, and no one was okay.
Dwayne… Dwayne was the one who made them all better. Dwayne with his unreadable countenance and dark looks, Marko fell for Dwayne and David was strangely okay with that. Dwayne kept his arm around Marko, and as soon as Paul made his first kill he stopped having a “thing” for Star. And David? David learned to love what he had even if curly blondes with too-big eyes would haunt his dreams for the rest of his unlife.
033: Too Much
Words: 105.
Rating: XM.
Panting as he Dwayne slid into him alongside David, Marko growled and felt his fangs lengthening in his mouth, cutting at his lips. His head arched backward only to be dragged back down as David licked the blood from his mouth and then cut it open even more. “How’s it feel?” David said in his low gruff voice, the words accompanied by a brush of breath against his ear that had Marko shivering.
“It’s- it’s too much,” Marko panted, shaking his head and moaning softly. He couldn’t take this, he couldn’t- “So big, I’m gonna- I’m so full.”
011: Red
Words: 194.
Rating: M.
The bright smear of red over Michael’s lips after he brought the bottle away had Marko narrowing his eyes in interest. Attraction to other men wasn’t new to Marko, especially not after meeting the other boys that made up David’s ragtag little family, but he’d felt nothing for Michael except amusement at the human’s innocent and ignorance to their true nature. Now, with the blood sending them all into a high, Marko licked his lips as his eyes flashed gold. The urge to claim Michael was immediate and overwhelming, and later, when everyone had gone to bed and Michael was still reeling from the high of Sire’s blood, Marko had pinned him to a wall in one of the tunneled hallways of the old hotel. His fingers dipped under Michael’s shirt, tongue laving a spot on the now-half-vampire’s throat before his fangs sunk in. Michael keened softly, his own fingers scrabbling at Marko’s arms in an attempt to find purchase in the closest thing possible. Withdrawing his fangs, Marko grinned roughly, red now on his mouth, and pressed their lips together in a harsh kiss.
038: Touch. Sequel to Prompt 032 (Sunset). Part 3 in the Streetrat Universe.
Words: 114.
Rating: M. Warning for child abuse.
Marko’s fond memories of his mother were few and far between… he remembered her smell, a soft vanilla mixed with mildewed laundry; he remembered the sound of her voice, a strong and boastful tone; he even remembered the color of her eyes, the very same eyes that he himself had.
The truth was that Marko’s less fond memories of his mother circled all around her touch: hard grips to his tiny arms, fingernails piercing his skin, the shake of his body as she seethed in anger. He remembered the slaps across his face and the kicks to his ribs.
But those memories didn’t last long after Marko moved to Santa Carla.
062. Spring. Sequel to Prompt 038 (Touch). Part 4 in the Streetrat Universe.
Words: 180.
Rating: E+.
By Spring, Marko was living out of trashcans and shivering under a bundle of blankets he’d stolen from a hotel when they weren’t paying attention. Bathing in the ocean was his last resort at the end of the day, mostly because it was fucking cold, but Marko could sometimes steal into empty hotel rooms or break into empty houses for a quick rinse. Even more often came the sinks in the bathroom, liquid soap as his shampoo, or a hose on the side of a house. The winter wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but now Marko had a little rat’s nest of blankets and bags and newspaper under the boardwalk where no one could see him.
He’d finally commandeered a set of clean clothes and started traipsing around the boardwalk, mostly absentmindedly. The night was warm, and he smiled at the people passing by him with smiles on their own faces. He couldn’t fault them for their joy; he would be feeling just as happy if he were in their place.