Resurrection

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I'm not dead! sorry but my muse abandoned me for a while. hopefully it's back now, so tell m what you think, and read Frank's part in this! review?
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"Where the fuck do you keep going?" Ville demanded as Frank finally met them in the Crown and Anchor bar.

"Nowhere." Frank mumbled before hitting Ville in the arm, "Asshole," he said and stole his pint, "What are we doing in this very English pub?" he asked looking around.

Roxy pointed out the door, "The Sleep Inn is right across the street. Are you ready?"

Ville hopped off the stool he'd been sitting on and finished off his pint, "Let's go!"

The five vampires walked out of the bar and took their life in their hands to cross the street, almost getting run over by an ambulance driving on the wrong side of the road, sirens wailing as it sped past, and then again by a limo just after the sirens faded.

"How the fuck does anyone live here?" Ville asked, glaring at traffic.

"They don't actually live in the city." Jade pointed out, "Look around. No houses."

Ville did look around and noticed the lack of proper houses, "Hmm, well who would want to live here anyway? You'd never get any sleep."

"Are we going in?" Frank asked, tired of standing in front of the motel.

The Sleep Inn was a generic cheap motel that catered to people staying in Vegas on a budget. It had three stories of pink stucco topped by a pine green roof. There was a small pool in the center of the parking lot and vending machines every three feet dispensing everything from drinks and snacks to condoms. There was a definite feeling that it also rented rooms by the hour.

They looked at each other, and Ville sighed, moving forward and holding open the door, "We're finally here." he whispered and followed his friends inside where they stood rather nervously in the lobby.

Ville went up to the desk, "Excuse me Miss?" he asked the woman behind the desk who looked like the blond from Dog the Bounty Hunter.

The lady eyed him up and down, taking note of the four people behind him. She sighed and snapped her gum, "You're here to see Benny aren't you?"

Ville nodded, "Yes. Can you tell us where to find him?"

She gestured vaguely to her left, "Room 337. It's on the top floor."

"Thank you." Ville said and went out the door with his friends, "Are you ready?" he asked them.

Roxy nodded, clutching Jade's hand.

"Well then let's quit dicking around and go." Frank grumbled, heading toward the cement staircase that would take them to the third story of the rather garish motel.

Ville followed apprehensively, suddenly not ready to do this. They never really thought about this decision. Where would they live? What would they do? He and Roxy were both in relationships with some pretty high profile musicians. What would keep them from being recognized? They had all been so excited at the prospect of leaving behind this wretchedly long existence, that they had jumped right into the car and come all this way.

He was forced out of his thoughts when Frank knocked on the door.

"It's open." a voice growled from inside.

Frank shrugged and opened the door, "Benny?"

"Yeah." said a gruff man from a table in the corner of the generic hotel room. He was a big greasy man, smoking a cigar in a wife beater and jeans, playing solitaire on the computer. He paused long enough to turn and size them up, "You must be the biggest group of bloodsuckers I've ever seen."

Ville's eyebrows popped up and he opened his mouth to say something, but Roxy cut him off.

"Yes, we're an oddity." she agreed quietly, and Ville noticed that Jade's fingers were turning purple, though he said nothing.

"Well you're too late. She's not here anymore." Benny turned back to his computer.

"What do you mean she's not here anymore?" Ville demanded, stepping all the way into the room.

"I mean, that you missed her. She's gone on to somewhere else. Tell whoever told you to come here to stop sending people to me." he snorted and clicked buttons on the mouse.

"Where did she go?" Ville asked in a quieter tone.

"Don't know." Benny said, "She didn't tell me anything. The guy who sent you here will know where she's at now."

"So we just came all the way here for nothing?"

"Looks like."

Ville shook his head and turned to Frank, "I accept your challenge wanker." he moved toward the door.

Roxy's face fell as they walked back down the stairs. Jade put his arm around her and squeezed, 'It's okay Honey. We'll just go back to Bert and ask him where she is now." he said quietly.

Roxy nodded, "Yeah." she said and leaned against him.

Davey shook his head, "You're not really going to drink those margarita monstrosities are you?"

Ville nodded, "And I'm not quitting until he passes out."

The reached The Strip again and Ville and Frank instantly moved tin the direction of the vendor that had been selling the giant margaritas.

Davey sighed, "Then I'm going to The Fashion Show. I'll see you guys later." he walked off toward Treasure Island, where the shopping center was located.

Roxy and Jade both stopped in front of the MGM, "We're going to go eat at The Eiffel Tower. We'll be in Paris if you need us." they went back to their room to change.

"All right, you ready for this, you Nancy?" Ville asked, gesturing to a couple of tourists passing by with a two four foot margaritas.

"Bring it on bitch. I'll drink your ass under the floor under the table." Frank declared, pulling Ville down the street.


"Baby, I wish you wouldn't drink so much." Davey sighed, sitting Ville down on the bed.

"Well Darling, I wish you would drink with me." Ville giggled and kissed Davey's cheek sloppily.

Davey sighed. He'd had to drag Frank and Ville back to the hotel after getting a phone call at five AM from Ville saying that he could not remember what room they were in.

"Room 487." Davey mumbled, ready to go back to sleep.

"Hmm, good." Ville paused, shifting the dead weight that was passed out Frank over his shoulder, "Where's the hotel again?"

Davey sighed loudly, "Where are you?"

Ville looked around, almost losing Frank, "I don't know." he said finally, "Some after hours bar. It's all seedy and kind of cool. Earlier there was a psychobilly band playing that sounded really cool. My love, will you please come get me?"

Davey sighed again, quieter this time, "Yeah Baby. Just find out the name of the bar and sit still till I come ok?"

Ville grinned happily and threw Frank back into the booth they had occupied most of the night, looking around, "Double Down."

"How did you end up way over there? Never mind. I'll be there in a minute."

"You know I don't drink." Davey said a little irritatedly. Frank had woken up as he was trying to pull of his shoes and started ranting about finding another bar, so he'd had to fight the smaller vampire back into bed, which he wouldn't have been able to do if Frank hadn't been so completely fucked up. And that meant that it was currently almost six in the morning. Davey was fucking exhausted.

"Oh I know." Ville agreed, kicking off his shoes and laying back on the bed. He pulled Davey down on top of him with a little squeak from the other man, "But it makes me feel like an asshole when I am this drunk and you are stone fucking sober." he grinned and kissed Davey on the lips.

"Eww!" Davey turned his head, "You taste like liquor."

Ville grinned. After two of the margaritas had done nothing, he and Frank had wandered from bar to bar, drinking the house specials in each place until finally settling in the Double Down, a 24 hour bar quite a ways away from the strip, and started taking shots straight.

Their bar tab had been astronomical.

Ville continued to kiss the side of Davey's face, moving to the hearts behind his ears and down the side of his neck, biting gently on his way down, then going back up as Davey sighed and faced Ville again, allowing his lover to kiss him on the lips, sliding his tongue in his mouth and teasing the points of his fangs. Davey moaned into Ville's mouth, straddling his waist and ignoring the sour taste of whiskey.

"Mmm, Darling." Ville groaned and sat up so Davey was in his lap, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. The same oversize Boys Don't Cry shirt he always wore to bed. He only ripped his mouth away from Davey's to yank the t shirt over his head and throw it over his shoulder.

"Baby!" Davey moaned as Ville finally released his lips to move down his chest and suck on his nipple.

Ville grinned around the nipple he was suckling and slid his hand under the waistband of Davey's sweat pants, caressing his hip, "I love you in your pajamas." he said huskily, "I love knowing that under these hideously baggy clothes," he paused to slip his other hand under the elastic, "is all this perfect, soft, beautiful skin." he tugged the pants as far down as they would go, exposing Davey's hard cock and the tops of his muscular thighs. He wrapped one hand around Davey and started pumping slowly, "Best thing is," he kissed Davey softly, "it's mine," he kissed him again, "all mine."

Davey groaned into Ville's mouth, thrusting into his hand, "Ville, yes."

"You're so beautiful." Ville whispered, gathering the precome already dripping onto his hand with his fingers. Reaching around Davey, he gently pushed a finger inside him.

"Oh god, Ville!" Davey bucked up hard when Ville hit his prostate and began frantically tearing at the buttons of Ville's shirt, pushing it open so he could lick and bite at his chest.

Ville let go of Davey's cock so he could tug at his hair. Davey took the opportunity to pull his shirt off of that arm, stopping on the other one when he realized that in order to get the shirt all the way off, Ville would have to remove his fingers. Instead, Davey unbuttoned Ville's pants and shoved them down to his knees, causing Ville's phone, keys and assorted change to fall out of his pockets.

"Now Baby! Please?" Davey begged, stroking his lover's cock in the rhythm of the fingers inside him.

"Of course my love." Ville removed his fingers from Davey, smiling slightly at the protesting whine he made. He positioned Davey over his weeping erection, using his hand to smear his own precome down the shaft before lowering him gently down.

Davey let out a groan of satisfaction, "Yes." he hissed, burying his face in Ville's neck as he began to move his hips, picking up the rhythm they had built just before.

Ville pulled Davey closer to him, wrapping his thin arms around his back so there was barely any space between them and the only way to tell where Ville ended and Davey began was by the different styles of their tattoos, "I love you." Ville whispered as he came hard inside Davey.

Davey felt Ville let go, but kept moving until the friction of his cock rubbing against Ville's stomach finally pushed him over the edge.

They collapsed back on the bed, Ville still had his shirt on one arm.