Dhampirs of Sgiach

4. Kieran

Kieran was led out the back entrance of the Seven Deadly Sins to the alley. He took in deep breaths of air, already feeling lighter with a clearer mind. Damn s*x Nephilim.

“You could have at least let one of them blow you.”

Kieran glanced up at the Furian that leaned against the wall next to where the dhampir was leaning. “I have a girlfriend.”

“Guys don’t get munched on like that when they’re getting it at home,” the Furian pointed out dryly.

The dhampir grunted in response as he stood up straight from the wall. He didn’t look back as he walked away and headed for the west side ghetto. It was almost dawn as he walked the dirty streets. He let his eyes relax as he wandered. Lucifer hadn’t given him much to work with. Only that the dhampir was one of the Frostfang bloodline and an incubus, that meant he would most likely be tall with black hair and copper skin.

Kieran turned down an alley and was greeted with the sound of grunts. The smell of cotton candy was faint under the sour smell of the filth that littered the path. It was late summer, and the heat didn’t help with the smell.

Color bled from the world as Kieran stepped into the shadows and moved towards the sound. And the cotton candy scent.

Incubai magic weakly threaded through the air with the feel of walking through a pine forest in the heart of winter. It was pleasant but nowhere near the strength of the s*x Nephilim at the Seven Deadly Sins.

The dhampir Kieran had been sent to find was pressed against the wall bricks with his dirty jean shorts down around his thighs as the human man behind him thrust his hips. The human wore a hooded sweatshirt and sweats. The hood pulled up. He didn’t want to be seen in this part of town, and a large dumpster hid them.

Even under the filth, Kieran could see the sick pallor of the dhampir’s copper skin and the needle scars in the bends of his arms. Thinner than even Mr. Harrelson, the dhampir looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in years.

Tears left tracks in the dirt on his cheeks as they leaked from his tightly closed eyes. The slight scent of blood in the air let Kieran know he hadn’t been correctly prepped for this.

The human grabbed the long black hair that was a matted mess and pulled the dhampir’s head back as he slammed his c**k more erratically. The abused incubus cried out as his crimson-flecked silver eyes opened wide. They swam with tears and the glassy haze of whatever poison he injected to dull the pain.

He didn’t want this. Didn’t enjoy it. It was a tasteless, joyless meal to keep him going a little longer. At this rate, he won’t live past the fall, Kieran thought as he resisted the urge to interfere and waited for the incubus to finish this weak excuse for a meal.

It didn’t take long for the human to finish. And when he pulled away, the incubus slid to the ground. He pulled a twenty mira bill from his wallet and tossed it on the incubus.

The incubus looked at it with glassed eyes that furrowed into a frown. When he held his hand out, the human snorted at him.

“Filthy excuse for a s*x Nephilim like you? Be glad I gave you anything,” the man said as he turned to leave. “Faggot fanger.”

Kieran’s fangs ached as they extended, and the color bled back into the world. The human made a satisfyingly girly scream as the much healthier dhampir slammed and pinned him to the wall with a dagger to his throat.

“You abuse him and stiff him what he’s owed? f*****g piece of s**t,” Kieran hissed and bared his fangs. “I should kill you, but I’ll settle for making sure he gets what he’s owed.”

The stench of fear filled the alley from both the human and the incubus.

“What are you? His pimp?” the human snarled even as his voice quaked with fear.

“I am now,” Kieran answered as he glanced at the incubus. “You. Grab this asshole’s wallet and take out all the mira.”

The incubus hesitated momentarily before he obeyed with shaking hands, his glassy eyes wide as he fumbled the wallet out. The human was loaded. No wonder he didn’t want to be found here with a dirty dhampir/incubus hybrid.

“You’re robbing me?” the human squealed. “I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Go to the police and tell them how two dhampirs mugged you after you abused one of them?” Kieran glanced at the gold band on the man’s finger.

The human screamed, and the sharp scent of piss filled the air as Kieran’s fangs plunged into the man’s neck. Blood rushed across his tongue like sweet copper lira, and Kieran moaned with his blood lust as he fed.

Kieran pushed away from the human and grinned as he reached down to pluck the human’s wallet from the incubus’s hands. He examined the man’s ID before he tossed it at him. “Have fun explaining that bite to your wife, Mr. Willson. Now get out of here.”

The human spluttered as he ran from the pair of dhampirs.

Kieran closed his eyes and began to count to ten to calm himself down, but they shot open at the feel of the incubus’s cold, seductive magic and his hands as they undid the button and zipper of his jeans. The incubus was fast and need replaced thought before Kieran could tell him no.

The incubus practically swallowed Kieran’s c**k, and he reached out to the dumpster with one hand and the incubus’s matted hair with the other. The sound of his dagger hitting the ground was loud in the empty alley, and Kieran’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as he almost blew his load. Lacey had never sucked him like this.

Lacey…

“Stop,” Kieran growled out through clenched teeth, his fangs painfully extended as he pulled the incubus off him by his hair.

Crimson-flecked silver eyes looked up at him, full of hunger, pain, and longing. Tears leaked out of those eyes as the incubus strained with his tongue to Kieran’s c**k, his fangs extended. The incubus didn’t just need a hot meal and blood. He needed a decent feed that didn’t come with abuse. And who else am I going to trust to help him?

Kieran sighed and pulled another dagger out. The incubus flinched with wide eyes and watched as the cold steel slid along the delicate skin of Kieran’s c**k. Blood welled, and the incubus’s eyes glowed like silver dipped in blood as his bloodlust rose. “Your need is greater than mine.”

Incubus magic caressed Kieran as the incubus eagerly fed at Kieran. The magic was still weak, but he gave into it, opening his magic to the incubus and letting him do as he pleased.

The cut on Kieran’s c**k had already healed when he spilled himself inside the incubus’s eager mouth. The other man looked up at him as he suckled on the tip and pumped the shaft with his hand to milk Kieran dry. The happy shine to his eyes made it clear he liked how Kieran tasted.

“Thank you,” the incubus said in a small voice as he tried to give Kieran the wad of mira from the human’s wallet.

Kieran pushed it back to the incubus as he put himself away. “That’s yours. You got a name?”

“Kage.”

“Place to stay?”

Kage’s eyes slid to the pile of filthy trash and blankets between the dumpster and the wall of the building. The incubus had somehow built a nest for himself there.

“How old are you?” Kieran asked.

“Nineteen,” Kage answered and frowned. “I think…”

He was probably abandoned when he was young, Kieran thought to himself as he looked down at the pathetic sight. “You want to come with me?”

Kage nodded.

“Grab what you want to keep.”

Kage moved to crawl to his little nest and didn’t bother to pull his pants up as he sifted through the debris. Kieran rolled his eyes and pulled them up, cringing inwardly at the feel of the caked grime. Kage hardly had any meat, and he looked like a skeleton with skin tightly wrapped around it. His shirt was filthy and hung on him, four sizes too big. It would have barely fit Kieran.

The incubus pulled a dirty stuffed animal out of the nest with a baggy that held a spoon, a lighter, a syringe, and a more petite baggy full of white rocks.

Kieran gripped Kage’s hair and grabbed the bag from him. “No more of this s**t if you come with me,” he growled at the whimpering incubus.

Kage nodded, and Kieran released his hair as he tossed the bag into the dumpster. He grabbed the incubus by his upper arm and lifted him to his feet. If Kage stood up straight, he would tower over Kieran by three inches.