Wishful Sinful [REVISED]

Part 6: Love and Murder

Author's Note: Bonus chapter on a Sunday, since I had an unexpected day off. If you've read this far, thank you, and I hope you're enjoying the story. I didn't stick strictly to the way The Lost Boys adapted the vampire legend, as you will see in later sections. Maybe it isn't even true fan fiction in the most literal sense; I do, however, visualize Jared looking like Michael and Dorian, like David. I'd love to get your feedback on what you think of this adaptation of those iconic characters, though. Thank you! Enjoy!

Jared complied, caging her in with his arms threaded under hers, and resting his hands on the tops of her thighs, over her dress. His biceps grazed the side swell of her breasts in the process.

Haven wiggled her ass just a little bit, as though settling herself more comfortably into place, rubbing up against him in all the right ways, and threw him a wink over her shoulder. She had to know what she was doing to him, though she didn't know he had her panties in his back pocket.

"My turn to pick someone," Haven announced. "Erik! Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Naturally. Let me think...I dare you to kiss Paul."

"Hey," Paul exclaimed. "I'm not even playing."

"But you are on the bus," Haven pointed out. "And this does solve the Lenore dilemma."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time," Erik admitted.

"Dude, that was a kiss of drunken brotherly friendship, as bandmates. And it was supposed to remain a secret," Paul admitted with a scowl.

"Aw, don't be mad, sweetheart. Come on over here. Lenore, slide over, and let him sit down."

"Sweetheart, my ass."

"What about your ass?" Erik joked.

Paul speared him with a glance, but he did stagger over to Erik's row once Lenore had left, trading her spot to scoot in by Haven and Jared. Paul pointed his index finger at Erik. "No tongue this time. You're a very aggressive kisser."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Now, now, there's no need to call Paul names or denigrate women everywhere, just because he doesn't want your tongue in his mouth. Lenore doesn't seem interested, either." Dorian argued, laughing.

Lenore spoke up. "Seeing you plow Cecilia was rather demystifying. Not that it wasn't a great performance. But still."

"You loved it," he insisted.

"Clearly, Cecilia did. Has she called you?"

The crestfallen look on his face was answer enough.

"Ah...apparently not. My bad," Lenore said. "Truce?"

"Truce...provided you do a dare for me after this."

"Hm...depends on how convincing your kiss is," she rebutted.

"Without tongue?"

"Be creative!"

He huffed, turning to Paul. "Okay, man, you ready?"

"Readier than Lenore," Paul answered, with a mocking leer.

"Alright, you asked for it." Erik hooked both his arms around Paul and pulled him closer. "Close your eyes."

"Jesus," Jared muttered from across the aisle, "It's like the two of you read the same gay romance novels."

Dorian chuckled. "I may have taught the guys a thing or two, along our journeys."

Paul closed his eyes. Erik proceeded to pepper the gentlest of kisses over Paul's closed eyelids, trailing down the edge of his jawline to his mouth, just barely grazing it. He then sucked Paul's lower lip into his mouth and nipped at it lightly with his teeth.