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warnings: swearing, smoking, making out, vampiric themes??
synopsis: you seem to make david malfunction. but when you finally crack him open, itâs more than worth it.
a/n: i had SO much fun writing this, you have no idea. david has me in a chokehold and what better way to embrace that than to share my insanity with you? this man consumes my every waking thought. heâs knocked every other hyper-fixation of mine clear out of the park. heâs made himself comfortable and heâs here to stay. this fic is dedicated to my own chaos twin @clovermunson who has valiantly supported my obsession with this evil little cutie pie. shoutout to my fellow david girliesâi hope you enjoy!! <3
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Itâs a quiet night at the video store. Which is expected, considering itâs a Thursday. You should be grateful thoughâweekends are the scariest. You never thought youâd be okay working a shift late into the evening, but since summer started, youâve come to enjoy it. In the spring, when it still got dark fairly early, everything had a sleepy haze to it.Â
The check-out counter is smack in the middle of the shop, and since the doors are never closed, you get to watch the sunset without any obstruction. You get to joke with the regulars about the new tan lines they bring in each week or about how theyâre grateful to work long hours because at least theyâre not out in this heat. The boardwalk comes alive after dark. All the lights come on, the music gets louderâand so does the laughter. It cools down too, but not enough that itâs cold. The breeze turns warm and wraps around your shoulders to carry you home.Â
And maybe thereâs a part of you that thrives on the setting sun because of what it means.Â
Visitors.Â
Youâre pretty sure they donât come to the store unless itâs one of the nights youâre working. A while back, you worked a shift with Max, a rare occasion in and of itself, and the boys came in, immediately getting into it with him. Youâd tried to mind your own business, but it was clear Max didnât want them in his establishment. It sounded to you like they came looking for trouble with him, like they had some vendetta against him. They seem to have given that up as of late.Â
The idea that they come in now just to see you makes you warm all over, though it probably shouldnât. It probably shouldnât excite you that muchâthe prospect of them visiting you. Of him visiting you. If even one of them appears, it means heâs nearby. Youâve got a soft spot for all four of them, but itâs David that invades your thoughts at night. David that makes your stomach flip with a single look.
The sound of static interrupts your thoughts. The tape playing over the shop tvs has run out. You set it to rewind while you look for something else to pop in. When you got hired, Max emphasized the importance of always having a movie on. He even has a curated list of what to play and when. Something about outreach, or whatever. Youâve chosen not to question him. Frankly, you donât feel the most comfortable around him, but his shifts tend to start when yours end, keeping your interactions to a minimum.Â
The boys are silent when they come in. Somehow their boots donât make any noise and their smiles never morph into full blown laughs. But the air shifts, like theyâve been carried in on an unnatural breeze. You wonder if anyone else feels the change, or if itâs just for you.Â
A flurry of curly hair works its way into your line of sight.Â
âHi, Marko,â you say.Â
He sets his elbows on the counter and grins, flashing his teeth at you. âHey, gorgeous.âÂ
You mirror his stance and smile back. He doesnât say anything more, leaving the both of you to stare at each other. This seems to please him. You notice how pink his cheeks get when heâs happy. Heâs like a kid in a candy shopâno matter where he is.Â
You scoot the jar of lollipops towards him. âI used to think you came in here to see me, but maybe itâs just for the free sugar.â
âOh, Iâll give you some free sugar.â Paul presses his lips to the crown of your head, making you laugh. Marko puts a green sucker in his mouth. Paul practically throws himself across the counter, bare stomach to the glass, and rips a piece of paper from where it was taped up by your hip. You guffaw. His eyes crinkle as he scans the sheet.Â
âYou get off at 9:30? Good, you can come out with us then.â
You roll your eyes. Paul tries to steal you away every time he visits (so, multiple times a week). Youâd let him if you didnât still have all your morals intactâheâs too cute for his own good. Truth be told, youâre kind of afraid of the trouble heâd undoubtedly get you into.
Dwayne materializes. âYou know she wonât,â he says to Paul. He blows a bubble with his gum and pops it. He jerks the paper out of Paulâs hand and gives it back to you, a dark chunk of hair falling over his face so that itâs cupping his cheek. âBeen dealing with assholes like you all day.â He shoots you a wink.
A boy, probably no older than eleven, walks up to the checkout desk, peering up at you hesitantly. Dwayne grabs the shoulders of his friends and pulls them away. You notice though that he keeps his dark eyes on you, surveilling. You give the kid a friendly smile as you scan his tape and enter his information into the computer. He yaps about how many phone numbers he has memorized and then rattles off about how heâs gonna have a killer sleepover with his friends and watch this movie and none of them will get scared at all. Heâs sweet. You pass him a few stickers before he heads out.Â
The boys are wandering throughout the store now, two of them looking for an adult section no doubt. You save the kidâs profile in the system and close the cash register with your hip. You gaze back up. Dwayne juts his chin out to the side, signaling, and you catch platinum blonde in your peripheral vision.Â
âHi, David.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, only walks until heâs standing directly in front of you, gaze intent. You take a moment to look him over. His gloved hands rest on the counter in the space between the two of you. Heâs the kind of pretty that feels wrong to admire for too long. But that makes you want to even more. Thereâs a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and you can see a sliver of metal where a necklace rests under the layers of his clothing. His lips are flushed a dark pink.Â
He smirks at you now. âDidnât your mother ever teach you that itâs not nice to stare?âÂ
Youâre one to talk, you think. He arches a brow. He heard that.
You keep looking at him, waiting to see where the rest of this conversation goes. Heâs much less talkative than the rest of his posse, but youâre unsure as to whether thatâs always the case. Behind him, Marko and Paul are giggling like this interaction is the highlight of their night. Davidâs mouth keeps opening just slightly, like heâs about to say something but is psyching himself out.
He licks his lips and the grabs for the cigarette behind his ear, twirling it between his fingers. Is he nervous?Â
âYou, uh, you got plans after this?âÂ
Oh, heâs so nervous.Â
You look at your watch and smile. âWell, Iâll probably go home and get in bed, maybe find something to eatâŚwhy, did you have something else in mind, David?â
A hand comes over Davidâs shoulder and he might as well have flinched. Marko is bouncing with excitement. âWhatâre we talking about over here, kids?â He looks back and forth between you both and bites his lip, clearly containing a cackle. Marko sees Davidâs hand form a fist, but itâs fineâhe knows David wonât beat his ass in front of a pretty girl. At least not right now.Â
You grin at Marko and Davidâs nostrils flare. âI think David wants me to come out with you guys.âÂ
âOh, so youâll come out if he asks but not me?â Paul chimes in, accusatory. âThatâs cold. Ice fuckinâ cold, babe.â He crosses his arms and pouts. You scrunch your nose at him and the pout disappears.
âTechnically,â you start, âhe hasnât asked me anything yet. I think itâs because you guys wonât stop fucking with him.â
That makes Dwayne chuckle and suddenly your ego has grown two sizes. Youâve never had the privilege of making Mr. Broody laugh. When you look back at David, you can tell thatâs pissed him off. Something he emanates must tell the other boys to back away, because they do. You watch Dwayne walk slowly out to his bike, smirking at you when he straddles the seat.Â
âYou donât work until late tomorrow,â David states. His eyes flick to your watch and back to you. âYour shift ended four minutes ago. Come out with us. Itâs not like Iâm gonna kidnap you.â
âWe might!â Marko and Paul shout.
You smile at David and it does strange things to his insides. Ah, you think. Nothing like an asshole friend group to sober a man up.Â
You step out from behind the counter and offer David your hand. He takes it in his gloved one and tugs you outside. âIt was about time you guys left anyway,â you say. âMax has your pictures in the breakroom with âBANNEDâ written in red ink. Probably wouldâve busted your asses if heâd seen you.â
Markoâs head whips toward you from where heâs perched on his bike. âWait, seriously?â You just grin at him.Â
âNo, you fuckinâ moron,â Paul whines, âsheâs yankinâ your chain. Ever hear of a joke?â Their bickering is drowned out when Davidâs eyes lock on yours and he sets a hand on your waist, encouraging you to hop on the motorcycle behind him.Â
âWatch your step,â he mutters. Something in his tone warms your face and the smug look on his face says he knows. You brace yourself on his shoulders and straddle the bike, snaking your hands around the front of him until theyâre settled on his stomach. Youâve had your hands on him for literal seconds and you know then thatâll youâll probably never get enough of him, no matter where this goes.Â
You tilt your head just so, aligning yourself with his line of sight. Your noses are inches from each other. Looking at him so closely makes you falter. His eyelashes are so long and heâs got a cupids bow that youâre dying to kiss. A spark of anger flashes in your chest, like heâs so perfect that it makes you upset. âYou always let them get to you so easily?â you ask after a moment.Â
He huffs a laugh. âNot usually.â He straightens and starts the bike. âYouâre just too damn pretty. Itâs fuckinâ with me.â
Those are the words he leaves you with as the noise accompanying the boardwalk drifts away from your ears. You have no idea where youâre going, but your veins bubble with joy. This is another experience that should probably be unsettling you. You turn your head to either side of where you and David are sandwiched between the rest of the boys. Marko smiles so wide. Paul gives you a familiar look, like this is something he knew youâd be a part of at some point. Dwayne has this grin on his face that communicates how youâre feeling, like this is fucking wild, but itâs wild and wonderful. As for David, each time you grip his coat a little harder, you can feel his shoulders shake with laughter.Â
The group reaches a particularly sandy part of the journey and you press your nose to Davidâs back, shielding yourself. He leans back slightly, straightening his spine protectively. Your chest squeezes when you notice that, at some point, you closed the space between the two of you. Not that there was much to begin withâyou are on a motorcycleâbut now your inner thighs are pressed to the backs of his, and thereâs not a centimeter of torso that isnât connected. You like touching him.
Youâve reached a stretch of land thatâs totally dark, which makes it feel miles away from civilization. That doesnât last long, splotches of orange and red appearingâbonfires scattered all along the beach. Music comes from somewhere, screeching from somewhere else.Â
David helps you off the bike, holding a hand out in case you need to be steadied. He gets off, but he stays resting against it. You watch as he pulls out a cigarette, the flame dancing between you both for just a moment before the lighter shuts with a clink.Â
You look around. âWhereâd the boys go?â you ask, a hint of confusion in your voice. âYou didnât bring me out here to eat me, did you?â
David smirks. âDo I seem like the type?â
âItâs hard to tell. Probably depends on what kind of mood youâre in.â
Smoke trails out of his nostrils and your low belly warms. His gaze leaves your face and stops somewhere over your shoulder. You see the two blondes off in the sand, well out of earshot. âMarkoâs been trying to catch a crab. Thinks he needs a pet.â
That statement, paired with the way David deadpans it, makes you laugh. The sound gets a genuine smile out of him. Somehow it changes everything.Â
âAnd DwayneâŚâ he continues, âheâs been hungry all night. Probably split.â
You choose not to respond to that. David is shrouded in orange light. It makes his teeth shine, his eyes glint. It makes you think heâs not made to be seen by the sunânot when the night hugs him like it does. Your eyes are glued to where the cigarette sits between his lips. You know he sees it. You donât care. If it were possible, youâd drink him.
âItâs easier to flirt with you when theyâre not around.âÂ
He exhales and the smoke blows around you. His hand reaches out, pulling at your hip to get you closer.Â
âThey just point out how fun you are to tease.âÂ
His fingers slide through your belt loops. âIâm glad you enjoy handing me my ass.â You let out a sound that he takes as a laugh.Â
âDo you ever take those gloves off, David?â
If your question phases him, his face doesnât show it. âSometimes.â His cig is almost finished.
âI mean, I get it as part of the look and everything, or if itâs a motorcycle thingâŚbut they kinda suck.â
He smiles at you around his cigarette. Your gaze remains on his hand when he drags it away, resting his forearm across the handlebars and flicking the last bit of ash from the tip. âThey suck, huh?â
âCanât blame a girl for wanting to hold hands, can you?â
David removes his hand from your hip and sticks it out in front of you, palm up. He flicks the cigarette butt off to the side and gives you his full attention. His legs part, beckoning you closer. Your heart rate kicks up just a little before you pull at the leather covering the tips of his fingers. The gloves are niceâsnug where they should be, worn where heâs gripped countless things. You work one off and discover theyâve got a real soft lining too. Not exactly suede, but something like it. He sets the pair in his lap after youâve removed both of them. His hands are pretty. Well cared for. Something cracks through you, like him having given you his hands so easily is significant. You drag your thumbs lightly over his knuckles. Your insides melt.Â
âWhatâs that look for?â David asks. You hadnât realized you were smiling.Â
âJust glad I came out with you guys tonight.â
He scoffs, but itâs not mean. âOnly took me a century to ask you.â
âDo I make you nervous?â you ask, already knowing the answer.Â
âFuckâs sake. Started to think you might like Paul more.â
That makes you chuckle. âHeâs sweet. Real cute, too.â
âOh, thanks then. Means a lot.â
âIâm just kidding! He is sweet. YouâreâŚdifferent. Like cocky in a way that it makes me want to beat your ass and then kiss you right after.â Davidâs face is blank. He might be recalculating. You give him a minute.
âSee, itâs unfair because Iâm not usually so bad at this.â
âAt flirting?â He makes an expression that is equivalent to drawing a face that has straight lines for its eyes and mouth. âAnd why do you think that is? That youâre suddenly such a shit flirt?â
David inhales and stands up. His chest brushes yours and he towers over you. It should be scary. Instead it makes something stir from deep inside you.Â
âBecause I donât wanna eat you.â
You blink. â...Bummer?â
David brings his hand to cup your cheek and rather than flinching, you lean into his touch. His eyes are alight, more intense than youâve seen. His thumb rests at the corner of your mouth.
âI wanna keep you around.â
âThis is so romantic.â
David tosses his head back, spine bowing away from you. He misses the way you look at him, with this glint in your eyeâpart a reflection from the various campfires, part pure wonder. When he returns to you, thereâs a light blush blooming on his cheeks. You take the hand thatâs resting on your face and sandwich it between your palms. You flip it over and drag your thumb over one of the lines there. âInteresting. It says here that you should kiss me.â
âOh, does it?â
You look back up at him. At the little smirk pulling the corner of his mouth up.Â
âSee, now thatâs some good flirting, David. I knew you had it in youâ,â you use your pointer finger and poke lightly at his chest, ââsomewhere deep in there. You know for a man with such a bad boy repââ
Davidâs mouth is on yours. He kisses how you expected: rough, like he canât get enough of you and his only choice is to swallow you whole. He cups your head with his hand, fingers splayed across your scalp so that he can manipulate you however he wants. He shifts you this way and that, nips your bottom lip, uses his tongue to pry your mouth open but nothing more. Your eyes are still shut when he pops his open, wanting to see the pout on your face when he denies you that. His other hand rests at the small of your back and he digs his blunt nails into your skin just enough to get you to squeak. One of your palms slides up and over his throat, where it stays. He grabs hold of your wrist and presses his thumb to your pulse point. When he finally lets you breathe, he moves his mouth there, dragging his teeth over the veins in your arm. The air catches in your chest.
David walks you back against his motorcycle, coaxing you onto it. His chest is heaving.
âIâm gonna take you home now.â
You open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it.
âAnd Iâll come get you tomorrow.â
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Thereâs a shout of your name and Paul lunges for you, arms wrapping around your thighs. He spins you around and around, his blonde hair whipping you in the face. When he sets you down on the ledge around the collapsed fountain, youâre dizzy.Â
âJesus.â Dwayneâs voice comes from somewhere to your right. He looks at you with a gentle little smile on his face and helps you down. He turns to speak to Paul, though his hand remains on your hip in case you stumble. âTake it easy, man.â Dwayne lifts his fingers and flicks you gently on the nose.Â
âYeah, man, take it easy. Itâs like sheâs human or something,â Marko says, thumbnail tucked between his teeth. You grin at him and he blushes. You walk the few steps to him and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, swaying you both side to side.Â
âItâs okay,â you respond. âI appreciate the enthusiasm.â
âYou smell so good,â Paul says. âLike candy or somethinâ.â Dwayneâs brows knit together as he gives Paul a look.Â
âThe rest of itâs in my bag,â you tell him, pointing to where David had set it down when youâd come in.
You swivel, eyes locking on David where heâs now sitting in a busted wheelchair, one leg thrown over the arm rest. Youâd gone outside to meet him and his incessant revving. David had taken your jaw in his hand and kissed you fiercely. Somehow he knew what you were going to say. Too good for hello? One shake of his head had stopped you, a laugh on your lips. You hadnât questioned where the boys were or where he was taking you. Youâd gotten on his bike and trusted heâd take care of you. Now, the look on his face has you stumped. You find a place to sit near him.Â
âBoys.â Davidâs voice garners their attention and three heads turn your way. They all have the same kind of look on their faces as David does. You donât know what it means, but itâs clear they have a mutual understanding. You get that feeling again, like you should be scared.Â
Davidâs hand stretches out toward an ornate looking bottle. Red glass peeking through interlocking rows and columns of metalwork and jewels. He rests his fingers on it but doesnât pick it up.Â
âI get the suspicion the four of you are up to no good.â
Paul snorts. âNo way!â
Your gaze stays locked on David. You raise your brows, a silent warning. Let me have it.Â
He says your name, once. Softly. âI meant it when I said I want to keep you around. I want you to be one of us. We want you to be one of us.â
You blink at him. Swallow a few times. âYou wanna turn me into a vampire?â
âItâll be fun,â Marko says. He drags out the words and adds a sing-song lilt to them. âWeâll keep you entertained. Wonât we Paul?â
âSure will.â You glance at Dwayne and he nods, once. His eyes are dark and stern, giving you no room to doubt them.
David stands up then. He sets his hand on your cheek and the bottle next to you. You hadnât noticed him pick it up. âYou know Iâll take good care of you,â he whispers. âHelp you learn the ropes. Youâd never have to worry about anything ever again.âÂ
When David talks to you like this, youâre still aware of the other boysâ presence, but itâs like they occupy themselves with other things, like they shift away and it becomes this intimate moment between the two of you. Itâs like if something changed and they needed to be gone, they would be. But they linger, patient.
Davidâs thumb swipes over your bottom lip. He doesnât have to say it. You know that youâre his.
âYou and me?â you ask anyway, voice quiet.Â
He crouches in front of you, coaxing you forward until your foreheads touch. âMe and you.â
A spark of energy shotos down your spine at the prospect of being with him all the time, forever and ever. A grin stretches across your face. Thereâs no way to describe it other than mischievous. You set a hand on the side of Davidâs throat.
âIâll think about it.â
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