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Marked by the Boys II by AquaAnimus, PythonPrincess, Markolvr

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The two songs that are noted in this story are: "If I was your Vampire" by Marilyn Manson, and "Painted on my Heart" by The Cult.
Marked by the Boys II
Chapter 1 – David/Theresa -- Gentle Comfort

Back in the cave, a few days later after the terror at Max’s, Theresa sits on the bed watching Star paint her fingernails. It seems, however, that Star managed to get more on her skin than her actual nails. She even managed to smear it across her face. Star grins at Theresa, as her amber eye still spins in her eye socket. “Pretty?” She asks as she holds up her polished hands.

“Uh huh” answers Theresa absently. Her thoughts are falling to the other night, as vague images continue to reveal themselves. David sits in his wheelchair, a few feet away smoking a cigarette. He appears to be lost in thought as well, but still has a close eye on Theresa. Her mood confuses him, and he isn't quite sure how to act.

Theresa suddenly covers her face with her hands as tears run down her cheeks. Things are so confusing, terrifying, and ultimately frustrating. David immediately puts out his cigarette, heading over to sit down next to Theresa on the bed. He gently turns her to face him, still unsure of what is going on through her mind. “Are you hungry?” To him, feeding is a sure fix to anything.

Theresa shakes her head no, as a few more tears run down her face. David feels his stomach clench. He strums his brain, trying to think of what to do. This is not easy territory for him. He finally settles by opening up his arms, hoping she will take his hint. Theresa looks at him, and crawls into him embrace, and begins to gently sob on his shoulder.

David closes his eyes, running his fingers through her hair, and whispers, “Its ok, baby. I won't let anything happen to you, ever again.”

Star looks over at David holding Theresa, and decides she wants to help. She attempts to climb into the other side of his lap. David pushes her off with a slight growl. Star pouts and tries to mimic David by reaching for Theresa’s hair. He pushes her fingers away, without a sideways glance in her direction. Star attempts one more time to crawl into his lap. David glares at her menacingly, and she backs off, leaving the couple alone on the bed.

Theresa says nothing, and rests her head on his shoulder as the tears begin to subside. David tries to think of what Dwayne does in situations like this. He then gets an idea. Dwayne often dances with his childe. David looks up, but Paul is no where around. He knows where the rock box is though. David gently lifts Theresa up, and places her on the bed. She sits quietly, staring out ahead. He walks over to the rock box, and turns it on to whatever Paul last was playing.

David walks back to Theresa and holds out his hand. “Dance with me?”

Theresa’s eyes flick to David’s, and she can't help but smile. It’s obvious he is trying his best to be helpful, if not caring. Dancing is certainly uncharacteristic of him; she didn't even think he knew how. She lifts her hand to his, and he pulls to her feet, bringing her close. One of her hands falls on his shoulder, while he holds the other close to his chest, his free hand falling lightly on her hip. He takes the lead, as a new song starts on the rock box.
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6 AM, Christmas morning
No shadows
No reflections here
Lie cheek to cheek in your cold embrace.

It started so tragic - as a slaughterhouse
She pressed the knife against your heart
And say that 'I love you' so much you must kill me now.
I love you, so much you must kill me now...

If I was your vampire
Slim as the moon
Instead of killing time
We'll have each other till the sun.


David smiles at the lyrics and pulls Theresa closer, locking his eyes with hers. They continue to sway to the music staring at each other intently.

If I was your vampire
Death waits for no one.
Put my hands across your face
Because I think our time has come.

Digging your smile apart with my spade tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
We built this tomb together
I will fill it alone.

Beyond the pale
Everything's black no turning back


David leans in closer and begins to kiss Theresa’s neck softly. He lets go of her hand and moves her hair away from her neck, dragging his blunt teeth up to her chin. Theresa closes her eyes, and returns his kiss as his lips lock on hers. David continues to sway them in time to the music as his hand on her hip lowers to the small of her back. He pushes her pelvis closer to his body, where his deprived cock begins to strain against his jeans. He hopes that she is going to want some action as much as he does, he hasn't had her for several nights, and it’s driving him mad. He craves the feel of her body next to his, craves the feel of his body sinking deep within her, joining them as one. David deepens the kiss, tracing her tongue with his own, probing the inside of her mouth. He feels as if he could eat her up, as his passion rises.

If I was your vampire
Slim as the moon
Instead of killing time
We'll have each other till the sun.

If I was your vampire
Death waits for no one.
Put my hands across your face
Because I think our time has come.


David kisses her deeper, running his hands up and down her back as he leads them in another circle. He breaks the kiss and whispers into her ear. “I am your vampire.”

Blood stained sheets in the shape of your heart
This is where it starts…

Blood stained sheets in the shape of your heart
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon… again.


Theresa purrs in anticipation, and rubs her hands down his chest. Any thoughts that were plaguing her mind leave. She only sees David in front of her. She marvels at how he is hard in all the right places….

Six nineteen and I know I'm ready.
Drive me off the mountain
You'll Burn and I'll eat your ashes.
Impossible we're seducing our corpse.

If I was your vampire
Slim as the moon
Instead of killing time
We'll have each other till the sun.

If I was your vampire
Death waits for no one.
Put my hands across your face
Because I think our time has come.


Theresa moans softly and leans back into his embrace, bowing her neck backwards, allowing him access to her heaving cleavage. David eagerly lowers his face and trails his tongue over the exposed skin while digging his fingers into her back. His fangs nip at the tender skin, and he feels himself harden further as the first taste of her blood settles on his tongue. He then lifts one hand from her back, runs it down across her face, down her neck, and spreads all five fingers out over her breasts, traveling slowly further down to her stomach. David lifts her sweater, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor.

Beyond the pale
Everything is black
No turning back
Beyond the pale
Everything is black
No turning back

Cuz’ this is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again.


David stands Theresa back up, and looks into her eyes, which are now flashing amber. He knows what she wants, no need to push the issue further. His groin grinds into hers, and he moans as he sees her eyes close. She wants HIM. David growls low in his throat as he lifts her in his arms. Time to reclaim her…

Theresa begins to lick his neck gently, running her hands through is mullet. She squirms in his arms, eager to feel his hands on her body…. She pauses, and curiously watches as David passes their wall, and heads to the bed. She glances at him…

David whispers, his voice velvety thick and deep with need. “Something different tonight.”

This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again....
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again…
Here comes the moon again.



David lays Theresa on the bed and pulls of his coat and jacket before crawling in next to her. She sits up, and immediately pulls his shirt over his head. She leans forward running her nails down his chest while using her tongue to slowly lick his skin all the way to his navel. The taste of his skin tantalizes her, as she feels herself grow wetter with her own arousal. David groans and runs his fingers through her hair. He feels his hard cock begging to be let out, his need demanding to be met. He bites his lip, mentally telling himself to hold on. There will be time for rough and hard sex later. Tonight, he wants to be gentle.

David uses his body to gently lower Theresa back to the bed, as he works his hips in-between her legs. He looks down at her full breasts and his hands cup them both tenderly. David rolls his thumbs over her nipples and watches as they instantly tighten beneath his touch. He lowers his head and covers one nipple with his lips, gently sucking while his hands continue to stroke her skin gently. Theresa bucks her hips beneath him and groans softly. David sucks a bit harder, sending electric jolts of pleasure between her legs.

He raises his head and purrs, “I know what you like.”

Theresa nods as his head lowers again, mouth attaching to her other breast. She feels his fingers start to travel down her leg, underneath the skirt. David suddenly sits up, pulling her into his lap. He pushes the skirt up to her waist, and brings his hand around and dips it between their bodies as he quickly plunges two fingers inside her tight body. Theresa cries out as he begins to move them in and out.

“Do you want this?” He whispers to her, leaning his forehead upon hers.

“Yes.” Theresa whispers and pushes her hips closer to his probing fingers. David pulls his hand out and lowers her onto her back once again. He quickly tugs her boots off, and removes her skirt, taking in the sight of her naked and willing body before him. His hand attacks her heat instantly, his thumb running circles over her clit. Theresa bucks her hips again, and moans softly. “David….”

David groans, and leans in to kiss her. He whispers deeply, “You are mine.” His lips travel to her neck, and he bites her gently. Theresa gasps as his fingers continue to circle her clit, while his mouth drinks feverishly at her throat. She feels her body tighten, the familiar warmth starts to travel through her veins. David’s experienced fingers press on her sensitive, hardened nub a bit harder, and move in tighter circles. Theresa gasps as her orgasm takes her fast, causing her hips to buck once again beneath him. “David!” she cries out as the pleasure rips through her body,

David releases her neck, and runs his fingers along her rib cage, stopping to rest on her shoulders. He kisses her ear, and chuckles softly. “David is going to take good care of you tonight.”

Theresa wraps her arms around his neck, her lower body screaming for more. She feels empty, and she knows exactly what will satisfy that emptiness. “Want you now!”

David pulls out of her embrace slowly, standing up as he kicks off his boots, and undoes his belt. Theresa sits up and pushes his hands away. “Mine!” She cries, as she reaches for the button on his jeans, slowly pulling his zipper down. David moans, as he feels her tug his jeans past his hips, allowing his swollen erection to spring forward. He closes his eyes and shudders as he feels her hands, lips and tongue start to caress him.

Theresa stares at him in his fully erect glory, rubbing her lips across his pale tender skin, gently flicking her tongue up his shaft, stopping at the head. Here she licks gently, as she runs her hands down his length.

David steps away for a moment as he finishes pulling off his jeans. He then guides her back to the bed, settling his hips between her thighs once more. The skin to skin contact is almost too much for both of them, their nerve endings screaming in delight. He adjusts his hips, slowly entering her with a gentle push. They both instantly moan in unison as their bodies lock together.

David begins to thrust against her gently, his buttocks pumping slowly. He presses his lips to her ear, and whispers as he plunges into her deeply, “I'm yours, only yours.” Theresa moans beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist, causing him to sink deeper into her.

David locks eyes with Theresa as a new song begins on the rock box. He recognizes this one, while leaning to place tender kisses along her shoulder blades in time to the beat.


I thought you'd be out of my mind
And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you

But its just not so
And after all this time, I still cant let go

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby


David's fingers lock with Theresa’s, pressing her wrists against the mattress as his body continues to move within her. He murmurs, nuzzling his lips against her neck where he bit her earlier. Theresa gasps beneath him, running her lips over his shoulder, lifting her hips to meet his slow, but persistent thrusts. This is definitely new, gentle and slow, it fills her heart as she listens to his quiet words and kisses.

I've tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just cant seem to

I guess its just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

And I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby


David presses his lips to her ear once again, as he sings along with the song, his hips never missing a beat.

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby

I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips


David stops singing, his passion starting to boil. He moans into her ear, as he grinds his hips against her. He won't go until she does. He pays attention to her answering rocks of her own hips, and speeds up his motion, thrusting quicker and shorter. Theresa begins to pant, locking his artic blue gaze, reading in his eyes that everything he is saying is the truth. She vaguely realizes this is the most ever he has opened up to her, and it warms her undead heart as his words sink in.

The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I've still got your face
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart


David stares into her eyes, still holding her hands against the mattress. He feels his body starting to tighten, but he holds on. Theresa feels the familiar trembles of her thighs against his hips. Her stomach tightens as her passion reaches its crescendo. Theresa screams out into his ear as she climaxes around him, her muscles squeezing him tightly. David reciprocates with a few additional powerful strokes as his own body makes that final leap into the abyss. He spills his seed deep within her, moaning “Theresa!!!” as he does so.

David settles his head next to hers as he feels his body begin to quiet. The intense orgasm they both felt makes their limbs numb. David stays locked inside her body as he waits for feeling to return to his legs. He kisses her ear once again. “Happy?” he asks.

“Yes.” Theresa answers, letting go of his hands so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders once again.

David pulls out slowly, and settles next to her, pulling her limp body into his tight embrace. His blue eyes lock with hers once again, as he whispers, “Mine.” Theresa nods as sleep claims both of them, falling into its comforting embrace as they stay securely locked in each others arms.
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