Author's notes: Well, um...there's some major naughtiness in this chapter. Gotta say, first time ever writing something like this. Apparently the more people involved, the more difficult it is to keep things vague. Anyway, if you'd rather skip it, all you need to know is pretty much what you learned in the last story. David does bad things to Michael and Star simultaneously. This is basically what happened when Paul and Marko were sitting outside listening in at the end of the last story. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a confession to go to.

Sam jammed a fistful of popcorn in his mouth, eyes wide and unblinking as the man drew closer. Cape drawn over his face...gaze piercing through his very soul...he knew once the bite was made, unless there was a skilled vampire hunter along the likes of Abraham Van Helsing, there was no way in hell the monster wouldn't succeed in his kill. And just as the cape was drawn away to reveal a mouthful of glittering white fangs, Alan dropped down beside him on the couch with a couple of cokes.

"Hey, what'd I-"

"AHHHH!" Sam shrieked, flipping the popcorn bucket off of his lap and spilling it all over the carpet of the Frog brothers' living room. Edgar glared up at Sam from his comfortable position on the floor where he'd been taking notes. The bucket had fallen right on top of his head, and little bits of melted butter dripped around his ears.

"Sam. If you're going to join us for our research marathons, you've got to stop tearing up our living room! And..." Edgar dabbed at his ear and licked his finger, "stop using so much butter. It'll clog your arteries."

Sam reached for the bucket on Edgar's head, blushing furiously, and began to pluck bits of popcorn off of the carpet. Alan, meanwhile, kicked up his legs on the free space left at the couch and tossed a can of coke to Edgar, setting Sam's aside for now, popping his own open in the process.

"So I heard some rumors about bodies washing up again on the beach," Sam remarked, glancing back up at the television screen in front of him just in time to catch the sight of an aged hunter advancing on the vampire count, cross held out in front of him, a glorious expression of righteous victory plastered on his face. Honestly, these movies didn't seem too helpful. Sam had yet to see one of those shit-suckers walking that slow when they were being threatened. Not that he'd really met many...other than the Lost Boys. But they definitely weren't slow!

"On the beach?" Alan frowned, taking a thoughtful gulp of soda. "Yep. Sounds like vampires, alright."

"Well, no...I mean it could just be a serial killer or something. It was just a lead," Sam shrugged, getting impatient with the popcorn and simply dragging his hands across the carpet to start scooping them up in fistfuls. He didn't care if he picked up lint and grit in the process, or smeared butter into the ground. It wasn't his living room. And it wasn't like the Frogs kept an immaculate house anyway. Everything was pretty much in a perpetual state of mess.

"Then it's decided. Tomorrow night, we start looking for anyone causing trouble on the boardwalk. Keep your mirrors on you, we'll see if we can spot some shit-suckers," Edgar growled, running a hand through his slightly greased hair (no thanks to Sam) and looking back down at his notebook. He hadn't learned much tonight on their research marathon. Except maybe if they saw an Asian guy hopping around with a funny cap, he was probably a Chinese vampire...

Speaking of weird vampire facts...they had to replace the lentils on the doorstep. Birds had been getting at it again, and you could never be too careful.

When Marko and Paul had been sitting outside the bar, speculating exactly what the trio were doing inside, David had been busy divesting Michael of his shirt. Of course, he took his sweet time, just to make the boy squirm. They were all crouched together on the ground now, Star behind David, nipping at his shoulder in an effort to get his attention, drawing her slender arms around him to caress his stomach. And that just wouldn't do. David set the pace, and David got to choose what he was going to focus on when he wanted.

As he tossed Michael's shirt aside, David turned his head slightly to catch Star's mouth in his, biting down on her bottom lip just enough to draw a few drops of blood, and making her squeak in the process.

"So here's what we're gonna do, kids," he whispered, reaching forward to press a hand against Michael's chest and force him onto his back as he crawled forward to line himself up on top of the boy. "Star, I want you to keep your hands to yourself and watch. If I decide you've been a good girl, I'll let you have your fun, too. Understood?" He turned back to glance at Star, who looked like she was about to protest, but remained silent in favor of the slight lowering of his eyebrows. She was in no state right now to fight for dominance with her master. And she didn't want to, either.

David kept his eyes locked on her until Star reluctantly crawled back a few feet, tucking her knees up to her chest and locking her hands together, watching them both. He might have lingered just a bit longer in the moment, gloated over how easy it was to make her do what he wanted, when he felt Michael shift beneath him, whining impatiently.

The bleach blonde vampire smirked, looking back down at his other fledgling, reaching down to desperately work at unbuttoning his jeans. David pushed his hands out of the way in favor of doing it himself, sliding Michael's pants down just as slowly as he had removed the boy's shirt. After two years of constant tracking and hunting, this was almost too easy.

Star huffed, a little jealously, as she watched both of the men finally strip down completely. It wasn't that she wanted David in particular right now, or even Michael. But the feeling of being left out was making her restless. Slowly unlocking her hands, she lowered her knees and scooted just a few inches closer, further to the right so she could get a better look at them.

David paused to admire Michael's body. He'd gotten a few good looks through motel windows over the years, even a couple of times got to sneak a peak of the boy taking a shower, but it was much more satisfying to be close enough to touch, and certainly without the danger of Michael trying to shove him into a pair of deer horns. Speaking of which...even now, David still wasn't completely satisfied he'd had his revenge for that, just yet. Well, who said he couldn't do it right now? Teach Michael another kind of pain?

If Michael were in his right mind, he might have tried to push David away. He certainly wouldn't be having sex with him, and not in a bar, if his lingering human nature had anything to say about it. He'd never once in his life thought the idea of tangoing in the sheets with two leads appealing in any sense of the word. Hell, even back in school he preferred changing alone in a stall during practice as opposed to the sausage party in the locker rooms.

Just then, David shifted on top of Michael just slightly enough to make the boy spasm beneath him, so he could draw Michael's legs up around his shoulders and lean down to get himself a little bit better acquainted with Little Michael. And Star continued to watch intently from the sidelines, laying down so she could prop her head up on one hand and scoot just a little bit closer. David still hadn't said anything.

Michael gasped, arching his back when he felt David's mouth engulfing him. And then something pressing up against his entrance. The combination was more than a little stimulating, and he just barely managed to restrain himself from immediately thrusting forward at the sound of a warning growl from David.

"Please," Michael whispered, his toes curling. "Oh god, please, don't stop..."

For David, this just wouldn't do. If Michael was still sensible enough to know how to talk, he'd just have to work him up a bit more. So he did, pressing his finger deeper, wiggling it just slightly enough to make the boy jerk again in surprise, and continuing with his other ministrations focused on the boy's cock.

Star whimpered nearby, the sound of Michael's cries and the sight of David taking him so slowly in front of her was nearly too much for the girl. It was getting a lot more difficult to hold back and behave herself. To just watch, and desperately hope she'd be invited to take part soon. She worried that by the time this little part was done, there'd be nothing left for her.

David continued to work Michael, drawing more strangled cries and gasps, still drawing it out as slowly as possible, until he was satisfied that the only sounds Michael could make anymore were far beyond any comprehensible language. And even when he finally came deep inside David's throat, the blonde didn't stop there. He kept going, pressing his fingers in, milking Michael until there was nothing left, and he was so sensitive that he began to scream in protest and pleasure at the same time. Only then was he finally satisfied enough to pull away, and simply gaze down at Michael smugly, reaching his free hand down to brush a few locks of matted hair away from the boy's forehead.

Then, finally, David looked towards star and nodded at her, urging the girl to join in. She practically stumbled, as eager as she was to comply. David pressed a hand to the back of her hand, pulling Star forward to kiss her, and she could taste Michael on his tongue.

"Now, I want you to be a good girl for me and sit here," David leaned forward to pat Michael's bare chest with his free hand. Michael squirmed and whined again beneath him, when he felt another finger join in on the fun. David was apparently a very good multitasker.

But David had his limits, and he could only focus on others so long before he got impatient. So, he retrieved his hand from Michael's entrance and shifted again to pull the boy's legs down until they were wrapped around his hips, which Michael was very eager to do. It almost hurt, actually.

"Are you ready, Star?" David taunted, as she nodded, practically driven over the edge by being forced to wait so long. Apparently she had a little bit of a voyeurism streak in her, and she didn't even know it.

"What about you, Mikey,? You ready?" He craned over the side to get a glimpse at Michael's face, and the boy almost shook his head, already so overwhelmed by sensation...but at a warning glare from David, he quickly nodded and let his head fall back against the floor, simply too exhausted to say anything now.

In one swift movement, David reached forward to tear Star's skirt, and good riddance to it. Paul had awful taste. But that did create a problem, he mused, casually driving himself into Michael. The boy cried out, digging his hands into Star's torso as she sat on his chest, claws drawn from his first change drawing scratches in her flesh. She joined him, surprised by the sudden attack, and then driven even further into the throes of pleasure and pain when David leaned forward to tease at her thigh with his tongue, digging his fangs deep into her femoral artery.

And that, of course, wasn't the only place his mouth lingered, once he sated himself on her blood. By the time Star reached her climax, with David following, and surprisingly even Michael had managed to gather enough energy again to ride the wave with them...David realized they would definitely have to get her some more clothes before they left the bar that night. But it was with no small measure of effort that he drug himself away from her to head to the door and shove it open with some effort, thanks to Paul's fat ass sitting on the other side.

With instructions given, David eagerly returned to the pair, and while he waited for fresh pants and a jacket to clothe Star in, he didn't see the harm in another round...

Dwayne crossed his arms, watching the car sink below the surface of the pond. He'd broken the license plate just for good measure, just in case the mess they left in this hick town somehow got tracked back to Santa Carla. Not that they couldn't deal with anyone following them, but they already had so much to deal with in the near future, the trouble simply wasn't worth it. Plus, if David had been successful in getting them to feed tonight, which Dwayne didn't doubt he was...neither Michael nor Star would have an excuse now not to ride with them.

Well, there was nothing to do now but grab a bite to eat. He was pretty sure he saw a few hookers in the parking lot of a hardware shop he'd passed earlier when they'd first arrived. Hopefully they kept a routine schedule, because he didn't want to have to go through the hassle of breaking into someone's house tonight. The Lost Boys all preferred hunting out in the open. Especially after dealing with that little blonde fuck and those comic book geeks. Speaking of which, he was a little disappointed Michael's brother would still be off the menu for the time being. But at least they'd taken care of one major problem. Now all they had to do was start the ride back home, which was going to take about three nights by his estimates if they played it safe.