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Title: "Vampire Moon"--Part One (1/WIP)
Author: Czar Nikky (also known as Nik or NK).
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Pairing: Nick Carter/Kevin Richardson (as a vampire)
Fandom: RPS--boy band (BSB)
Date: February 3, 2001
Disclaimer: I understand Real People Slash offends many people. I'm sorry if you are one of them, as I don't mean offense to anyone. These people are real and have lives I know nothing about. But this is fiction--and in here these folks are characters in a story--so this is meant to be enjoyed only as fiction. I admire the BSB and their families, friends and fans. I earn no profit from this fiction.
Category: RPS (Real People Slash)--m/m (yes, same gender love/sex is included in this fanfic)
Archive: Please ask (I'll probably say yes).
Hosted at: Kindly hosted by KevinR at... Boy Band Fic
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Series: Yeah--I guess...
Warnings: Slash isn't for everyone. If you're offended by same gender involvements please don't read this. Thanks! If you're not into 'vampire' tales (this is sort of AU), then this isn't a story for you.
Summary: Nick visits Key West and meets a vampire.
Beta: Sorry, totally alpha--didn't get this beta-ed! (Story number three without one--I'm getting really bad!)


The night was dark--darker than Nick Carter could ever remember a night in Key West. The air was warm, sweet and thick--like being wrapped in honey. Nick was sweating inside his silk shirt, which had started to cling to his chest. There were two wrinkled clumps of wet shirt digging into each of his arm pits.

Nick moved down the quiet street feeling the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. There was something eerie about the way the stars seemed to hang so low in the inky sky. Music seemed to followed him--and the heat pressed in on him and he longed for a cool beverage full of fruit and ice and froth.

Though Nick could see people walking in the distance, it was as if he had the streets directly around him entirely to himself. Lights shimmered in shop windows and the smells in the air hinted of unusual spices and simmering meats and tangy-sweet treats.

Nick stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of footsteps close behind him--he pivoted quickly, his nerves tingling.

Behind him several feet away stood the tall, shadowy shape of a man--hidden in shadows.

"Hi," Nick offered, his voice drifting softly on the warm breeze.

The man took a step toward Nick. Nick stood his ground, though his mind screamed at him to flee--to turn and run while there was still time...

"Nick." The voice was low pitched and drawling--the sultry voice of Nick's friend, Kevin Richardson. Kevin, the unofficial 'leader' of the Backstreet Boys.

The sight of Kevin should have reassured Nick--but oddly enough it didn't. Some instinct told Nick that something here wasn't quite right.

Kevin moved to lean against a nearby palm, one hand resting on his hip. Nick's eyes struggled with the dim light, trying to see his friend more clearly. Why was all the light here such a faded yellow glow? Why did the full moon seem so golden but lacking true illumination? Why wasn't the clear sky full of stars brightening this exposed street corner?

"Come here, Nicky," Kevin said, removing his hand from his hip and extending it toward Nick.

Nick licked his lips and considered refusing. Kevin didn't seem quite... safe.

"Come," Kevin called, even more softly than before. The word barely seemed to float to Nick's ears before it was gone. A mere whisper in the dark night.

Nick stood a step forward, his eyes traveling up Kevin's form and staring into Kevin's face. Kevin seemed to suddenly shift from darkness into a spotlight of moonbeam--much as he might be illuminated while on a dark stage during a performance. But Nick was struck by the pallor of Kevin's skin--so luminous and seemingly perfect. His goatee stood out stark black against white skin--his eyes seemed like deep pools reflecting the image of the large, yellow moon.

Nick felt his resistance slipping away and a languor washing over him. He took another small step toward Kevin--who had shifted his extended hand from palm up to palm down, drawing his fingers into a fist. Kevin's hand seemed to be grasping Nick deep inside his body and dragging him forward. He took another small step, a moan rising inside his chest.

Kevin tossed his head, making his dark mane of hair move with the breeze. Nick wanted to put his hands into the silky mass and twist it between his fingers. He guessed it would feel enormously erotic.

Suddenly Kevin was directly in front of Nick--pressing insistently into Nick's space. Part of Nick's mind was screaming that he should get away--but Nick felt himself kneeling down on the hot concrete, letting his arms go limp.

Nick dropped his head toward his right shoulder, closing his eyes. He felt Kevin kneeling down toward him--felt Kevin's hot breath touching his cheek and moving to his neck. The palm tree spreading its wide leaves above them rustled in the breeze--and sweet, soothing music swirled around them.

Then Nick could feel Kevin kissing his neck--first tenderly and then more insistently.

"Kevin. Oh, Kevin!" Nick breathed--lifting his arms and putting both hands into Kevin's thick, silky hair--his one arm drawing Kevin head unintentionally closer against his neck.

Nick felt a burning--knew the skin was being torn. He could feel a trickle of blood running downward--felt Kevin's long, pointed tongue lapping at the thick stream.

Nick sighed, feeling himself gain a swift erection inside his baggy white cotton pants. He began to pant as Kevin continued to bite and lick at his exposed neck.

Kevin drew back, whispering in a voice raspy with passion, "Show yourself to me, Nick."

And Nick immediately knew what Kevin wanted. He opened his fly and lifted his penis free of his boxers--holding it extended between the folds of white cloth. Kevin's hand reached down and took the prize from Nick, working over it with gentle squeezes and long, slow strokes.

Then Kevin's mouth was on his neck again, and Nick felt as if he might swoon. He leaned into Kevin--feeling Kevin's free hand pressing the back of his neck and his mouth sucking hard. Kevin's other hand continued to pump him toward a much-needed release.

A heavy floral scent drifted around them. The music now seemed familiar--almost begging Nick to sing along with each slow beat. Nick opened his lips and let his voice swell, holding each note lovingly as Kevin continued to take from him--to drink from him.

Nick knew that he was only sustenance for the vampire who was Kevin. A sexual toy to be enjoyed during a moment of feeding. Nick knew his voice was inspired by the hypnotic eyes of the vampire who wanted music with his feast. Nick's entire being was given over to providing this perfect moment for the creature who was Kevin.

And this place was perfect for both the vampire and Nick. Nick loved the Keys... loved the smell of the ocean. He even loved the humidity that pounded him and made his entire body dripping wet with his own sweat.

Nick loved the crumbling, old buildings of Key West... Loved the faded colors and cracking plaster and paint of the dwellings--the baking heat of the cement beneath his kneeling legs.

If this city was an abode for vampires, then it was one unlike any he might have imagined... It was his own dream world mingling with vampire lore.

Kevin's mouth worked more insistently on Nick's neck--Nick groaned a protest that faded as Kevin's hand pushed him into a pounding orgasm.

Nick felt his body floating on the heavy, hot breeze--felt his mind soaring upward.

Nick glanced down at the twinkling lights reflected on the ocean surface and watched the boats bobbing on the water. He stared at the gleam of stars and the huge moon reflected on the mirror of the sea.

Then Nick felt himself falling and realized he was lying stretched out on the concrete directly beneath the palm tree. Kevin--the vampire--had disappeared into the night.

Darkness descended swiftly around him and Nick stared up at the frightening face of the Devil globe that was the moon--feeling his heartbeat pounding in his stomach. The rhythm began to move into his limps, making his hands and feet tingle.

Then the blackness, the white stars and the colors, sounds and smells of the night all began to spin together--pulling him inward toward the eye of a tropical storm.

And then there was nothing.

-the end part one-

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