You Are My Love Drug

Sandra sighed in frustration. She had a sneaking suspicion that the little white rectangles Ashley popped into his mouth every few hours were NOT chewing gum. Getting the bassist to part with the little plastic jar, however, seemed impossible. But when she saw Ashley playfully push the band's lanky singer away, then slip away, popping one of those little squares into his mouth, she snapped.

"Pockets," she demanded, making sure to lock the dressing room door behind herself. The half blood planted herself in front of the door, essentially trapping her cousin in the small space.

Ashley let out an annoyed growl and flopped onto the small couch. "Is there a point to this harassment? You know I haven't touched the stuff since..."

Sandra just crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Well I've seen you popping something."

With an annoyed huff, Ashley began emptying the pockets of his leather jacket, tossing keys, phone, wallet, loose change, tissues, guitar picks, an extra steel guitar string, capo clamp, and finally the little white chewing gum jar onto the glass tabletop. "Satisfied?"

The tiny drummer snatched up the jar, flicking it open with a scowl. "What's this?" she demanded, emptying the contents into her hand. She took a slow sniff at the carefully cut squares.

Ashley's face flushed red. "Just an alternative to the chewing gum. Aunt Janet sent it."

Sandra raised an eyebrow. "This is not a chewing gum alternative," she stated blandly.

"Well then can't we just pretend that it is?"

Daggers. Sandra's eyes were daggers. "You know better..."

Ashley sighed. "It's...Dammel Root."

"For dampening urges." Sandra closed up the jar, but refused to set it down. "Damn it, Ashley. How long?"

"Since they started? Or since I couldn't ignore them anymore?"

The drummer twitched her nose a bit. "Both?"

With a deep sigh, Ashley relented. "They started last tour when he cut himself on the scaffolding."

"Makes sense. Blood is often a trigger..."

"I stopped being able to ignore it a couple weeks ago when I, uh...walked in on him..."

A smirk painted Sandra's face. "You know he thinks of you."

"Don't be ridiculous, Sandra. He's straight."

"Have you seen him with a girl since Scout?"

Ashley shrugged. "I've seen him sneak off with a few."

Sandra shook her head. "But nothing serious. You don't get it. He's been in love with Scout since he was 16. And they split. A month after you joined the band. You don't think that's suspicious?"

Ashley hurriedly began shoving the contents of his pockets back where they go. "Look, Sandy, I love you. I do." He stood abruptly. "But I'm not going to risk breaking up the band just because I can't control my cock." He held his hand out for the little white container.

"No," Sandra insisted, dropping the jar into the deep pocket of her cargo pants.

"This isn't a joke, Sandra. This band means too much to all of us. I'm not gonna risk it."

The half bloods eyebrows shot up. "Yeah? And what happens when this isn't enough? What happens if you run out, or forget it somewhere? Urges can get painful. Life threatening, even."

Ashley growled, warningly, eyes flickering an annoyed orange. "I've got it handled, Sandra."

"Then handle it. But no more of this. I don't like what it does to our kind."

The older man rolled his eyes and shoved Sandra to the side, flicking the lock open and fleeing the too small dressing room.

-

Andy growled in annoyance and threw his journal across his bunk into the wall.

"That bad, hu?"

The young man's head whipped around to find Sandra hovering in the passageway leading to the little sitting room area of the bus. Of course she was hovering. Meddling little pain in the ass.

"Just can't concentrate."

The drummer stalked over and plopped herself into the bunk opposite Andy. "What's got your goat, kiddio?"

"Ashley's been avoiding me all week. Did I do something wrong?"

Understanding flickered in the half bloods eyes. "Avoiding you, hu?"

Andy nodded.

She smiled deviously. "It'll work out," she quipped.

"Sandy? What are you planning?" Andy's voice held a note of alarming suspicion.

"Oh nothing. You'll thank me later." The vampiress stood and disappeared into the sitting area. She plopped down next to Jinxx, glancing over his shoulder at his phone.

"Yes, Sandra?"

"What are you planning for when get stopped this afternoon?"

Jinxx blinked up at her. They had the night off, for once, but would be stopping for an interview the next morning. "Was gonna get a room with Sammi. Why?"

"Oh, just checking." Her voice held that sing song tone that meant trouble.

"Whatever you're planning, leave me the hell out of it," Jinxx sighed with an air of indifference. He stood and stalked back towards the bunks.

Sandra slid across the couch and leaned across the narrow walkway to Jake. "What are you up to once we stop?"

Jake rolled his eyes. "Being as far away from whatever you're planning as possible."

"Great!" Sandra exclaimed. "Then you can come out drinking with me."

Jake sighed irritably. He took a moment to put his thoughts in order. "What about the others?"

"Nope. Just us. Jinxx has plans."

A slow blink. "Ash and Andy?"

The corners of Sandra's mouth quirked up in a wicked grin. "We are leaving them here."

Jake's eyes glazed over as he tried to process just what about that would make Sandra so gleeful. The rasp of voices, long since faded from the world, seemed to claw at the inside of his mind in a way that made connecting the dots of Sandra's plan a bit difficult. "You're not.. "

"Ashley is almost at breaking point. They just need a little shove."

Jake sighed. "Sure. But we gotta stop at an esoteric shop first. I'll need a sedative if I'm gonna drink. Otherwise, you'll lose drunk me in the sea of voices."

Sandra giggled in an anticipatory bout of glee. "Excellent," she sighed.

Jake shook his head again and returned his attention to the mindless shuffling of his tarot cards. Satisfied with the number of times he'd separated and bridged the cards back together, he began laying them out on the small table before him. Most cards said the same things he was accustomed to. There was the small prod for information he assumed was linked to the Mystic on board. A few cards noting loss, fear, desperation that always popped up when the dead were most active before and during a new moon. Then one he wasn't expecting turned over. The Lovers. Jake sighed. No doubt it had to do with whatever shit Sandra was about to pull. He reshuffled his deck 21 times, then started laying again, this time specifically asking the fates for contact with the dead. Sometimes the spirits found it easier to talk through the cards than echoing through his mind. Especially when there were so many.

The Mourner was so focused on his cards, his conversation with a rather sweet young woman who'd been murdered, that he hadn't noticed when the bus stopped moving. He was startled back to the world of the living by a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Best to get out of here before Sandra starts scheming."

Jake glanced up into the shifting dark blue eyes of the band's other guitarist. He gave a soft nod, and quickly packed away his cards. He whispered a soft goodbye to the spirit of the woman, then seemed to float away off the bus.

"So, what's she talked you into?" Jinxx started.

Jake's head shook a bit as if to clear it. "Drinking," he muttered.

The Mystic bent down to collect a bit of dirt from the ground, and with a nudge of his energy, a tall yellow centered white flower stretched from his palm. "Chamomile. Should silence them for a few hours."

The taller man nodded his thanks, taking the flower and popping it under his tongue.

"Ready to go?" the way too excited voice of Sandra filtered down from the bus.

"Suppose so," Jake responded.

Another bus had pulled into the large field that would be hosting the next festival. "There's my cue to leave," Jinxx said with a small shake of his hand. He set off across to the silvery bus that My Satellite had rented for this tour.

A strangled sound issued from the cracked window behind him, and Jake figured that meant it was time to vacate. "Jinxx gave me some chamomile. I'm good to go."

"Great!" Sandra dropped down from the bus and hooked an arm in Jake's, leading them towards the city.

-

Andy didn't move from his bunk. He was suddenly all too aware of the fact he was the only other person on board the bus with an agitated Ashley. He was in no mood for confrontation, and without Sandra or Jinxx there to buffer, he worried there would be more than harsh words and awkward stalking away. It was safer just to stay in his bunk.

Ashley was of similar mind. Without the Dammel Root, he was helpless to his urges. He'd been hiding out in his bunk with a raging hard on for hours. And jacking off wasn't helping. Nor was the fact that the only thing separating him from his intended was two thin curtains and a tiny walkway. And the singer was agitated. Ashley could smell it. Could hear the slightly faster than normal heartbeat. And Sandra had trapped him here. Alone with Andy.

Maybe the singer wouldn't notice if he were to just rub one off again? With the bus parked, empty, and silent there wasn't much chance. But he needed so badly the thought of getting caught was the least of his worries. He resigned himself to relieving the building pressure pooling between his hips.

This was getting rather ridiculous. Ashley was his best friend, damnit. Andy was going to get an answer if it was the last thing he did. He stuffed his journal back under his pillow and stood, determined. He closed the space between the two rows of bunks and flung the curtains open. There was Ashley, boxers pulled down past his hips, hand fisted around a hard cock.

The bassist let out a strangled sounding noise, groping quickly for the blankets with which to cover himself. He was unsuccessful, and ended up just rolling onto his stomach. He buried his face in the pillow in shame, cock trapped uncomfortably against the lumpy mattress.

Andy, however, didn't actually mind. He'd seen that beautiful cock plenty of times - in his dreams. There were so many, he was starting to wonder which were prophesy and which were fantasy. The one of Ashley taking him on the ornate rug in the bottom of a vampire council chamber was most definitely prophesy. The ones in which the bassist pinned him to any available surface and fucked him senseless were probably fantasy.

"Damnit, Andy, we have rules about closed curtains for a reason."

Andy eyed his band mate. His mind was not entirely in the present. He swallowed hard, throat clicking, still staring at Ashley's ass which had filled the space in which his cock had been moments before. He let out a low whine, and then, without his brain's permission, his mouth formed the words "want some help with that?"

Notes

Don't fret. Porn is in the next chapter.