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Chris’ POV
I know there has to be some proof here, I just have to find it. I check under things, open drawers, and try not to make things too out of place. Damien whines behind me, tugging at my shirt while whisper-yelling at me.
“Chris please, this is Jai’s room we should leave. We aren’t supposed to even be at the castle by ourselves, this is a private area.”
“Which means it is where he would hide all of his secrets!”
“What secrets? Jai showed us he’s a vampire, what more do you want to know?”
“I know he is up to no good. I just need to find the proof to show you.”
I pull out a notebook and flip to the first pages, seeing sketches... Was this an art book? I didn’t know Jai drew. Our names were on the pages, Damien’s above a sketch of something purple and white, it looked like a crystal broach and on the other page my name was next to a white and black bangle. There was also rather pretty drawings of quartz, amethyst, and obsidian scribbled beside the pictures.
“Huh, I wasn’t expecting this...”
“Chris I-”
Our bodies freeze as a door creaks close down the hall. Crap! I toss the book back into the drawer and look around panicking. Damien throws open a wardrobe and grabs my arm, shoving me inside the dark, amongst the clothing.
We hold our breath, I can hear my blood rushing in my ears. If he finds us we are doomed, no way we could fight him off in here. Damien presses his back against me as the door to the bedroom swings open, I swallow a gasp.
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Damien’s POV
My heart hammers in my chest as I press back, feeling Chris’ chest against me. I swear I can feel his heart beating against my back. The door opens and I feel him inhale, I almost follow suit. Jai walks in covered in soot, wiping his hands against his apron.
Jai doesn’t look at the wardrobe at all, his back to us as he hangs up the apron on a hook by the door. He makes a displeased sound while looking down at himself before I get an eyeful of his muscular back as he pulls his dirty shirt off.
Swallowing, I find myself leaning forward, drinking in Jai’s form as he turns around, his pale skin smeared with soot. Chris presses up against my back more as he also leans in. Glancing up I see his cheeks flushing, smiling I turn back and quickly have to cover my mouth to stifle a gasp.
Jai is running a dripping-wet rag over his bare chest, cleaning himself off in a very sexual way. My eyes are glued to the rag, watching it dip down his strong abs and back up to his neck. The soot slowly smearing away as he rings out the rag over and over again. I squirm in place as I bite my lip. I can feel Chris lightly rutting against the dip in my spine, his breath heavy in my ear.
My eyes close for a moment as I press my thighs together, feeling how damp my underwear has gotten. Suddenly, I am falling forward, shrieking. Hitting the floor with Chris landing on top of me, I look up and see Jai smirking down at us. I feel like I have quickly become a snack.
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Jai’s POV – 5 minutes ago
I am tired which is a feat for a vampire/demon. Building the town walls and dealing with everyone is exhausting, now I just want to clean all the filth from the forge off of me and rest a bit. I move through the castle, heading towards my room and as I open the hall door, I freeze. Heart beats... more than one and they are in my room.
My eyes narrow briefly before I hear it, Chris’ muffled voice. I shut the door a little harder than needed and hear them scramble to hide. I chuckle, taking a moment to let them hide and walk into my room, ready to put on a show.
I hang up my apron, hiding my grin from the wardrobe where they are both hiding and start taking off my shirt. Slowly, I pull it up and off, my shoulders flexing and I can hear their heart beats start racing. Tossing the shirt to a chair, I go to my wash bowl and grab a cloth, wetting it more than needed. Angling myself towards my wardrobe, I run the dripping cloth across my chest, slowly down my stomach, and start wiping off the soot.
I keep my face straight as I wipe the worst of the soot off myself. When I hear their hearts pick up even more, my resolve to tease them finally breaks. Tossing the rag aside, I move to the wardrobe and pull it open, sending them both tumbling out. I feel slightly guilty until they both look up at me with flushed faces. I feel my smirk return.
“If you wanted in my clothes so badly, you could have just asked, sweethearts~”
They are frozen to the floor and I laugh a bit before offering a hand to them both.
“I could hear your hearts racing.”
As I pull Chris up, he pulls away, but Damien slots against my chest like he was built for me.
“So now, lets give them a reason to race~”
My arm wraps around Damien’s waist and pull him tight against me as I capture that sweet pout in a breath taking kiss. He sighs and leans into me, whimpering as I slowly brush my fangs across his lower lip. I can hear Damien’s blood rushing, so loud that I almost miss Chris’ pouting.
“Oh it’ll be your turn soon~”
I murmur against Damien’s lips, side eyeing Chris, whose face lights up more. I feel Damien shake against me, holding back a giggle, I smile down at him thumbing at his flushed lips before reaching out and yanking Chris to me.
He opens his mouth to protest but I’m already kissing him before a sound can escape him. He wiggles and nips at me at first, I almost let him go before I feel him start slumping against me. I grin against his lips and nip at them causing him to gasp before I deepen the kiss.
Soon, even Chris is moving against me, I pull away to tug Damien back to us and kiss him again. Chris makes a sound of displeasure as I nip at Damien’s neck. Suddenly, Damien is gone and I look to see Chris holding Damien against him, kissing him hot and heavily. I admire them for a moment as they grind on each other.
I bite my own lip, I can feel myself straining against my pants. I can’t take it anymore, I pull Chris away and whisper in his ear.
“Why don’t you help me get Damien more comfortable~”
Chris pouts at being removed but his eyes cut back to Damien who is standing there all flushed and looking sooo tasty. Chris descends on Damien, his hands removes Damien’s apron and run up his shirt. Soon, it’s being tossed to the side and Damien shyly covers himself as Chris strips him out of his clothing.
We both stand there a second as Damien shifts and squirms, embarrassed and covering his most private parts. I step forward and pull his hands up to my mouth as I gently kiss his fingertips. He looks away and I carefully tilt his face back to meet my eyes.
“You are perfect.”
He blushes harder as I gesture to the bed and grin at him. He pouts a bit as his whole body starts flushing. Like a good boy, he crawls into the nest and lays back, looking up at us. I want to bite those thighs.
Drinking in the sight of that pale creamy skin, lightly pink and as his legs shift, the light glint of something more tempting. I lick my lips and then spin on my heel, turning on Chris who is also just starring, pants very tented.
I need a moment to not just ravage Damien, so Chris will do. I start tugging at his clothing and after I pull off his shirt he surprises me by lunging at me, mouth smashing into mine roughly. Fuck, yes~ He tugs at my pants and ruts against me, our clothed dicks rubbing against each other.
We bite at each other, kisses rough, but he slowly submits under me trembling and gasping. I may have cheated, after all, I don’t need to breath. I pulls his pants open and let them hit the floor before pulling my own open. I kick them off, grabbing at Chris, pulling his bare form to mine.
He moans as I grip our dicks and rub them together, our precum mixing, making the glide smooth and slippery. I almost forget Damien’s on the bed watching when I hear him gasp and whimper. Turning to look at him I see a hand between his closed thighs as he tries to ease the ache he must be feeling.
I shudder at the sight and look at Chris who looks ready to jump into the bed. I put my hand on his lower back and give him a little push. He looks at me hesitant.
“Why don’t you take a bite? I want to watch~”
He’s in the bed in one second flat and I almost laugh at his eagerness, but I am transfixed on the slight before me. Chris slides up Damien, parting his thighs and slots himself between them. Damien giggles nervously a bit but wraps his arms around Chris’s shoulders and drags him down for a kiss, legs parting for him to lay between.
They kiss softly at first then a bit firmer, Chris pins Damien to the pillows and ruts against him. His dick sliding against Damien’s cute, flushed cunt causing him to arch and moan. I wrap a hand around my own dick and give it a few leisurely pumps, trying to ease the ache as I watch my new pets play.
Chris’ cute ass wiggling in front of me soon becomes too much and I open a drawer and pull out a bottle of oil. Moving behind Chris, I pop it open and let it drip down the cleft of his ass causing him to jump and look back at me with a glare. I grin and he looks like he might protest before Damien’s small hands pull him back in for a kiss.
Perfect~ I move in, slicking my fingers and softly grab Chris’ ass making him yelp and kick back at me. I chuckle, running a finger over his hole, teasing him. He wiggles, moaning into the kisses. His dick must feel great rutting against Damien because he is soon arching back into my fingers as I play with him.
First, one then another, slowly working him open and slick, getting him ready for me. I look over his shoulder at Damien and promise to myself that I will have him after, but humans are so easily tired out. Those sweet, watery eyes, I wonder if he’ll cry out in pleasure or whimper so softly that only I can hear him. I want the entirety of both of them.
Pouring more oil on my dick, I growl as I smear it over my cool skin and rut against Chris. He moans and arches back, looking over his shoulder, his cheeks bright red and eyes hazy. They both look so perfect, and now they are mine~ Setting the bottle aside, I grip my dick steady and I slide in slowly hissing at Chris clenching against me as he moans, gripping onto Damien.
I sink in to the hilt, bending over to kiss up his back and lick at the nape of his neck, fangs grazing slightly. I can feel his pulse and the urge to bite almost overwhelms me until his moans snap me back into my body. Hot. Wet. Perfect. I start moving, testing the water; Chris is beautiful, sweat glinting off his warm skin, all colorful and alive.
I wrap an arm around his torso and lift him to my chest, staring down at Damien over his shoulder. Moving a hand down, I grip Chris’ dick and start stroking him, my eyes are locked on Damien whose own hands go down to his cunt.
He grabs the bottle off of the table and pours oil over Chris’ dick, letting my hand slide easily causing him to moan and clench, sending a domino effect through me. Fuck, they were both perfect~ I will taste them both tonight. I pump into Chris a couple times, making sure he is ready for more before I look at Damien again.
“Lay back, sweetheart. Get ready.”
He lays back without protest, looking away shyly as he pours the last of the oil over his cunt and slides his fingers inside himself, moaning softly. Everything about him is soft, pale, pure, and I want it all. I want to hear him break and moan, coming undone by our hands.
I guide Chris’ dick to his cunt and rut it up and down his folds. He grabs the pillows and moans louder, legs falling apart and I break. I push Chris forward and let him slump into Damien’s arms again as he slips inside him. As they both moan, I take a second to hold myself back, running a soothing hand over Chris’ back before I grip his hips.
Then, we move, pressing in and out of Chris making him rock into Damien. God they sound like heaven~ All gasps and moans, I lose it. Snapping my hips in and out of Chris causing him to call out louder and louder in pleasure-laden moans. Damien squeals, his knees pushed to the side as Chris braces himself from crushing the smaller man.
I nip at Chris’ neck again as I bend over his back and feel the faintest taste of blood hit my tongue. I pull back, looking at the dark hickey on his neck and I moan at the taste. My hips pumping harder and faster then any human could go. Damien cums first, calling out and arching under Chris, his breath hitching. We don’t stop and neither does he. Chris moans, bucking back and forth between us and Damien just keeps going.
His face goes red, his breath stops for a few seconds each time and I’m sure there has to be a puddle under him now. Chris can’t take it and groans falling forward into Damien’s arms shuddering as he cums into him. I growl, pulling Chris’ hip up a bit and chase my own finish. The sights, the smells, the taste of Chris’ blood on my tongue, all of it sends me into a blackout climax.
Woozy now and gasping for air that I don’t need, I pull out of Chris and help him onto his side, off of Damien who looks fucked out and tired. Damn. I was hoping for another round but I can wait. They are mine now, Chris can complain all he wants but they are all mine.
I move between them and pull them to my chest, Damien sighs contently and Chris bites my shoulder before giving up and closing his eyes, too tired to fight me now. I smile softer now, wrapping my arms around their shoulders. They drift off in my arms as I lay there plotting their future and think for once that maybe... It will be brighter than before.