The Drift

There was a stutter in his own rhythm following hers as she said his name. There was power in the way Kyrsta always said it, didn’t matter what they were doing. She had a hold on him that no one ever had before, owned him completely. Jack peppered her face in kisses, all he could do since he didn’t want to try kissing her deep with his fangs still on display.

She would never truly be hurt by his hand, he’d sooner cut it off. From the moment he saw her, he’d not only wanted to help her like his other clients, but to protect her as well. That feeling only grew with every session the two of them shared. He was able to read her and he was sure even if he hadn’t been a werewolf, he’d be able to do it then too.

“I’m always going to treat you good, princess. You deserve the best.” He growled low in his throat as she kissed him, mindful of the fangs. He slowed down a little, but as Krysta reiterated herself and what she wanted ( him ), he pistoned his hips. Each thrust causing the headboard to hit back against the wall, the sound it caused echoing the slap of their skin each time they met. “You’re mine, Krysta. And I’m yours.” His eyes seemed to burn brighter then and they didn’t leave her face as he started to come inside her.

Krysta threw her head back, breasts bouncing with each passionate thrust he gave her. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, a swell of pretty red announcing itself against her porcelain features. “Daddy,” she whined. “Please c-come inside me. I want to-- “ A purred moan fell from her mouth. “Jack... Oh God.” Though her body ached, her orgasm built with the strength he powered between her legs, again and again. “I’m yours, Jack.” Her nails dug blunt crescents into Jack’s lower back, desperate to keep him inside her. 

Krysta felt like a different person when Jack fucked her. She felt possessed by a confidence that buried itself beneath her skin. Jack set her free in every way. Krysta groaned. She wanted to milk every last bit of him, every solitary  drop, until she was so full, cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. They were already soaked from her first orgasm, but the strawberry blonde was greedy for more.

“Dude, I don’t know! Are you saying that I do that? It’s not even my dick!” Diego huffed before pinching the bridge of his nose, he could feel a headache coming on. “What are they asking you? Who’s asking you about it?”

“Are you telling me this because you have pudding? Because if you don’t, that’s rude.” Caroline looked at him as if he was hiding said pudding behind his back. Her stomach started to growl and she listened to him rather than it, trying to find the snacks. “Got it, got it, got it!” She held up the box triumphantly as if it contained a six-course meal instead of cereal. She relocated back to the couch, opening up the box to do just that. “I wouldn’t ever forsake cereal with water. Would you?” The blonde asked as she stuffed a handful of cereal into her mouth. If he was, maybe she would need to find a way to escape sooner than later. Somehow, something like that seemed like a serial killer trait.

“Drown in your pessimism, Christian. Or wait until you can suck it. I think you’re forgetting what kind of school I attended. We had a lacrosse team or fuck’s sake. Not to mention a whole slew of other sports public schools couldn’t even dream of doing. While it might not have supplies, there might be running hot water.” William’s grin turned into a smirk, shoulder nudging Christian’s to get them even closer together. He tapped a finger against the back of the other’s hand. “I know it’s not easy for you to be covered in dirt all the time. I’m not a complete asshole, even if I think yours has a permanent stick inside it.” He tapped the other’s hand again, eyes lighting up. “If there’s nothing there, we can at least take a hot shower. Or even a bath, considering we have some of those sports tubs. Still don’t want to go?”

Scott loosened them slightly, not letting go completely. He almost did when he got a read on the other’s chemo signals, on his scent. The guy was human, no doubt about it. “Who are you? Tell me that and I’ll let go.”

“I took it the first time I had wolfsbane laced alcohol. I didn’t think it’d fuck me up that bad, but apparently if I was a human, I’d probably be a lightweight. Anyways, morale of the story is… I took the picture and sent it. Then in the morning, I was like…”

“I… No. No, that’s not me. I didn’t– Why would I slap my own dick?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t go around sending dick-slapping videos. It’s not a kink of mine or whatever. What I really want to know is why I’m getting asked about it.”

“NATE. I don’t care- oh my god, dude. Rude.” Sam huffed, stumbling into the house as he was pulled in. “Double rude, Nathaniel. Now I don’t think I’m going to share my awesome unlame news.” At the look he got in return, he rolled his eyes. “Guess what they’re making at Disneyland? Just guess. ‘En si. We’re going. We’re saving and we’re going. Both our families, okay?”

Fingers tugged on the ends of the white dress they’d put her in, fidgeting more as she ran them over the brim of her hat. She’d fought tooth and nail to keep it, a memento from her late father. She had no idea what she was doing here, kidnapped from her own home after returning from a friend’s party. “I’m more of a blue fan,” she quipped, tucking a strand of teal behind her ear. Seph took a seat as gestured, but her eyes were already flickering away to pinpoint the exits. “Uh-huh,” she uttered, not at all paying attention to whatever this guy said. She got he was probably the big boss around here, but she wouldn’t be here for long. Seph only looked back at the stare comment and even then, she was more distracted by the sudden appearance of refreshments. 

Where did they come from? She glanced back up at him, lips pursed. He was easy on the eyes, real easy, but she wasn’t going to be distracted from her goal. “Right, you want to play that game? Like you didn’t have me brought here, abducted. So I think the real question here is what would you possibly want with me?”

Jack’s growl of approval vibrated through them both, thundering in the room compared to the repeated slap of skin as he fucked her. It went well with the way she sounded, complimenting in the best of ways. He wished he could see her face, knowing just how beautiful she looked when she let herself get lost in the pleasure. Jack made a note to step it up next time, maybe with a well placed mirror and eventually it could be replaced with a recorder. He was going to make sure Krysta knew exactly how good she looked when he fucked her. One hand tightened on her hip, the other still lending a hand in getting her there. Even as she came, he kept his own hips and fingers moving.

He wanted her close to the edge again so he doubled his speed before Krysta slowed it down. He let his hand drop from between her legs, it grabbed her other side and gripped when she made her request. Jack couldn’t deny her anything in that moment, not with her voice sounding the way it did. It helped that he wanted to see her face too, knowing how she looked right now. Her face would be even redder than normal, embarrassment adding another coat of red to her cheeks. He made sure it was only his fangs and eyes being effected before he pulled out, meeting her eyes. “It’s perfectly okay, baby.” He turned her over gently, even as his eyes still glowed golden and his voice was distorted thanks to his fangs. He didn’t look away from her face as he thrusted back into her.

Krysta’s back arched, a loud groan spilling from her reddened mouth. The teenager was still sensitive from her first orgasm. “Jack,” she stuttered. She willed her eyes to open, to keep her focus on Jack’s face, the intensity of his golden eyes. Krysta was always safe in his arms. 

She recalled the first time she stepped foot in his office, and how quickly she felt at peace with his questions, his lingering eyes. Even the scratch of pen to paper didn’t make her anxious. Jack never made her feel uneasy. Maybe because when they were together, she wasn’t invisible. He saw her for who she was, and who she wanted to desperately to be.

Scott didn’t even think, he just moved. One moment he was exiting the police station and the next he was pinning a body against their car by their throat. “How are you alive right now?” He’d never forget that face, even if he only saw it a handful of times, even if it hadn’t been his hands that had killed the other. Donovan wasn’t someone he could forget.

William tracked Christian’s movements, eyes able to hone in carefully thanks to years of lacrosse and other sports before the world turned to shit. He was ready in case the other wanted to try something and before, he wouldn’t have counted on it. Now though, he’d watched as the man slowly started to do things he wouldn’t have pre-apocalypse.

At the question, he gave him his biggest grin, one he’d perfected years ago. “It depends… what particular skills do you want to hear about? ‘Cause I wouldn’t want to mess with your delicate sensibilities anymore than Mother Nature has.” William scratched at the scruff on his chin, nodding. “You’re right, they probably all are, but I can show you my old school’s bathroom for references, if no one’s completely demolished the place already.” Reaching back, he took out a map from his back pocket, squinting down at it. “It’d take us a few days to reach it, but it’d probably be worth it. Might even be some supplies there.”

Caroline peeked over to stare at the window too, face falling into dismay. It was nothing compared to the look she shot him though a second later. “You’re… you’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.” Not even waiting for an answer, the blonde got up to rummage through his refrigerator. She figured it was okay since he’d been inside her last night. “You’re not joking. I- I don’t think we can even make anything edible with what you do have. Please tell me you have a snack stash hidden somewhere in here at least?”

Sam grunted, “I could tell. You really had to have some sleaze grind against you though?” He nipped at her neck, tongue swiping out a second later to take away the sting. He stumbled a little as he was pushed, fingers moving to grasp her hips to steady himself. The younger Evans only smiled though, grinned when the other pouted. “Serves you right, you’re lucky I didn’t finish it.” Nose wrinkling, he laughed and like on most nights like this, there was a hint of manic in it. “I think they’d be more concerned about us sharing too much, Nat.” As a kiss was pressed to his skin, his lips connected with a piece of her as well. Brushing them slow against her as a smile crept up on him. “Close your eyes and open your mouth then.”

“At least on that we can both agree,” Matthew huffed, then proceeded to wince as she did that thing with his voice. Looking down, he had to squint at his attire, but immediately started swatting away the other’s hands as she reached for him. “Don’t! Do you know how hard it was to button it up all the way? Do you even wear anything that fits right? It’s all too tight!” He sighed taking a step back and fixed the shirt, one of the buttons coming undone as if to emphasize his point. “Well I didn’t want to touch them or your uh unmentionables.” Calling them underwear would be gracious, considering most of them looked like a scrap of thread. He kept his mouth shut on that detail though, also glossing over her next question. “I’m wearing underwear, that’s all you need to know. Now, how are we going to fix this?”

“Nate! Nate, c’mon, let me in! Dude!” Scott pounded on the other’s door, voice urgent. He’d rushed over after work, kids already at home with his husband. “I got news, like YOU NEED TO OPEN THIS DOOR. RIGHT. NOW. NEWS.”