Poly! Lost Boys x Gender Neutral! Reader

-

__________________________________________________________________________________

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

⠀

addicting. The kisses, the gentle touches, the light brush of finger tips across your skin, the alluring looks - all of it. Every ounce of attention you received was like a musk that grabbed the noses of hundreds. It was... poison. You shouldn't want it - want them, but you did. You wanted every part of them. Every mistake, every right made choice, every smirk, smile, frown, glare - you just wanted them. And they, wanted you.

The first time you met the four boys was a mistake - or that's what you thought. You had been running away from a man who pulled you into an alley way, attempting to feel you up in his drunken state. Of course, being the strong person you were, you fought him off and escaped, but that didn't stop him from chasing after you.

In the midst of looking behind you while fleeing, you bumped into a rather hard surface, causing you to fall on your behind with an ‘ oof ’. You were so panic-y that you hadn't watched where you were going, resulting in the crash but also resulting in you meeting a tall man, with tanned skin and dark, flowing hair.

His piercing, hard gaze is what immediately captured you. You couldn't speak - couldn't even open your mouth. With the way you stared, you could swear you resembled a deer caught in headlights ; eyes blown wide open and lips thinned into a tight line. If it weren't for the fact that he held out a hand to you to help you up, you probably would've stayed like that.

“ Thanks... ” You mumble, pulling your hand out of his to nervously rub at your wrist. He had nodded silently, and observed you for a moment, before looking off into the direction you had came from. The guy knew you had been running from something - someone, just by how you had acted, so it made him question himself on who it was, and where they were.

“ Are you alright? ” When he first shot you the question, it caught you off guard. Or more like, his voice did. It was deep - so very deep, and incredibly attractive. It also held the slightest slip of an accent, but you couldn't pinpoint what it had been.

Nonetheless, you hesitantly said ‘ yes ’, only for the drunk to come barreling in your very direction from out of the crowd. Out of instinct, you hid behind the stranger - what happened afterwards was simply history. It was something you really didn't want to remember.

Dwayne. That was his name. So dark and mysterious, just like he was. It really fit him well.

It scared you, how violent he had been with the drunken fool. The coldness he held in his orbs, as he pressed a hand roughly down onto the man's shoulder and shoved him back. That had made the drunk angry, resulting in him attempting to punch Dwayne... only for the male to completely put the other guy out.

The act was cruel, full of blood, nearly death. You could've sworn you had seen a look of possessiveness in Dwayne's eyes through the whole thing - at that time, you thought you were just seeing things, but of course later on, you learned it wasn't just your imagination.

Dwayne had picked you up after security was called, because of the shocked state you were in - you not being able to move and all, and carried you off. Even though you couldn't exactly process the movements that followed through, you somehow felt safe and knew he wouldn't hurt you. It was just a subconscious feeling.

In the end, he didn't. He actually ended up introducing you to his brothers. You remember so vividly how all three of them held surprised looks, that lasted longer than they should have, before each introduced themselves.

David, the bleach headed blonde, hair looking nearly white, had been the most distant. He simply looked you over once, shot out a small greeting, and then took the cigarette that had been behind his ear, out, and lit it up. You blankly stared and thought right away he had to be an asshole - how true, but wrong, you had been.

Marko took to you right away, but was still wary. Paul also took to you, but not as quick as Marko. Although the curly haired blonde warned up within a few days to your presence, it took Paul a little over three weeks. Soon enough though, both blonde's hung off of you like monkey's glued to their favorite tree branch. You were suspicious about them in the beginning, but came around later on, learning to accept them and bask in their presence because of their hyper, yet unique personalities.

Dwayne took to you as soon as he met you, believe it or not. He just didn't show it right away. The male was protective - growling if Paul said the wrong thing, or if Marko jabbed too much into your past. Glaring at David if he messed with you too much. Heck, he even threatened strangers that dared get too close on the boardwalk. But, even with that, he didn't talk to you - not until two months later. Dwayne slowly bit the nail he had been avoiding, and sunk into the fact that you were his mate ; taking it in, finally.

When Dwayne first spoke to you - a normal conversation, unlike when you two first met -, it spooked you. But, you relaxed, when you cane to realize he actually wanted to spark a conversation. You two got to chatting, and before you knew it, you actually had the cold fellow opening up.

It took a little over four months to get David to come around. When he first laid eyes on you, he found out you were the pack mate. Looking so baby-ish in Dwayne's hold, so fucking adorable - it made him sick in the stomach. The gut wrenching pain that came with the will to just kiss you right away, made the platinum blonde refuse the bond. He didn't want to accept it - he couldn't. It made him feel weak, and he was not weak.

Although you weren't necessarily his favorite, he talked to you from time to time. Taunted you, manipulated your mind, even got you to agree to shit you didn't even have knowledge on - it was to infuriating. Later on in the carrying months though, David began to relax around you. Your presence was so well known to him by then, that it felt natural.

Small bickering arguments became a thing between you two, as did agreeing and disagreeing on stupid things. It's how, slowly, the nerve wracking man began trusting you.

It wasn't until the sixth month of knowing them, did they let you in on their secret. You knew they were different - you could tell the first time you met Dwayne. No one could just hold that much power. Truth be told though, you were afraid once it was confirmed that they were dangerous. It wasn't until Marko, the first to kiss you, was the one to break the ice ; relaxing you instantly.

After the explanation of what a mate was and what you were to them, the affection and constant toying around never stopped. You always received physical affection, and mental comfort. Kisses were always given, as we hugs. Mostly, you got cuddles from Paul, but the other three would join in once in a while on giving them too.

It was funny how you fell madly in love with four vampires. They were dangerous - sucked blood, killed people, scared others for fun alone. Yet, there you were, drinking up their attention alone as if it were poison calling out to you from the darkness.

“ I told you it's David's turn, Marko! ” You had huffed one day, tangled in the arms of your brat-ish, cheshire grin wearing lover. He had spent the day before with you, and now it was David's turn, but he was being rather selfish and wanted you all to himself.

“ He can wait.. ” The curly haired male mumbled, brushing gentle lips over the skin on your neck. A kiss was pressed, which caused you to shiver, and him to smirk. “ I can't get enough of you, baby doll - you know you drive me mad. ”

“ More mad than you already are? ” You sassed, trying your best not to give into his charm. You were a sucker for all of them, but Marko seemed to have this hold on you, that just couldn't be broken half of the time. “ Let me go, Marko! I swear I'll have Paul deal with you if you don't! ”

Said blonde popped his head into your room on queue. “ I heard my name? ” Once his eyes landed on you both, with you beneath Marko while he laid on top of you, both your legs tangled, a grin graced his lips. “ Oh, I see what's going on here. ”

“ He's— ”

“ — a party without me! ” Paul narrowed his eyes in a playful manner, as he pushed past the curtain that posed as your door. Walking into the room, boots clacking on the stone covers ground. “ Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should know by now that a party isn't a party without me, kitten. ”

Before you could protest, or even try your damn hardest to wiggle free of Marko's snug grip, Paul ran over and dived into the mattress! It bounced under all three people's weight, causing you to actually burst into a small snicker. You forced yourself though, to quiet down, once you saw a smugly grinning Paul. Little prick.

“ Did you hear that, Marko? I think I made them laugh. ”

“ Can't say I did hear it, Paul, ” Marko looked down at You, while pushing himself up with one hand. Palm heavily planted into the mattress beside you, as he held his body up, hovering above your frame, the vampire grinned wickedly. “ I think we should try to get it out of them again, hm? ”

Paul sniggered, scooting closer ; hands raising so bare fingers daringly wiggled out. “ Sounds good to me! ”

Your eyes widened in panic. “ No, wai— OH MY GOD! ” You erupted in a mass of giggles as fingers graced your sides and hips. Tickling was something you fucking despised, and they knew this! Yet, all the time, they manage to trap you and tickle you to death. What assholes.

“ D-DWAYNE! ” You squealed, attempting to squirm away. “ DAVID! H-HELP! ”

Over your loud laughter and rapid breathing, you didn't hear the thundering smacks of boots on pavement. But, before you could even blink, the two boys were being thrown off you. The hands and finger movement seazed, causing you to sigh in relief and catch your breath. Peaking one eye open, while you chest fell up and down, you shifted your gaze onto a certain platinum hard vampire who was busy glaring at the two idiots who put you through that misery. Thank god for David, or else you would've peed yourself!

“ How many times must I help them, 'cause of you two jackasses? ” He growled, huffing through his nose. “ That's the fifth time this week! ”

“ It was Paul's idea. ” Marko lied, sniggering silently once Paul shot him a dirty look.

“ Was not! Fucking asshole. ”

“ Oh shit up, you little — ”

“ Guys! ” You huffed from your spot on the bed, once their attention was grabbed. Sitting up slowly, did you poke your bottom lip out Inna pout. “ Can we please not do this now? ”

“ But— ”

You shot Paul a warning look. Immediately, he closed his mouth ; zipping his lips. Satisfied, you turned your attention onto David. Arms were lifted, and grabby hands were given. Although he wasn't too keen on affection most of the time, he knew what you wanted.

Paul and Marko were out of the room within seconds once David shot them a deathly stare. Then, slowly walking towards you, he reached out a hand and you grabbed it. You tugged him in beside you, much to his amusement, causing a chuckle to arise out of him.

“ Eager? ” The blonde teased, only for you to nod your head once he laid down properly, pulling you close. “ Good.. ” David softly smiled to himself, when you laid your head on his chest. Nice and warm, and all snuggled up.

You never thought you'd ever be in a situation like this. You, having four vampire boyfriends - mates, and also being snuggled up to the most coldest one out of the group. It was truly something - certainly not a thing anyone would expect.

“ I love you.. ” You mumbled, letting out a small yawn. You heard David mumble something back, but due to you falling asleep, you couldn't exactly make out what it was.

In the end, you felt safe. In the end, you were theirs. That's all that mattered.

And, let's just say, you woke up with four vampires in your bed the next night. It was crowded!! But very comfy.

__________________________________________________________________________________

this was rushed :''') I am sorry that it's not very poly-ish. I'll make it up in the next imagine!