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“Redd,” Woogie starts, exasperated, “Where the hell are we?”
Redd doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he pauses and surveys their surroundings. They’re in a narrow alleyway between two buildings, just wide enough for two people to pass without brushing shoulders. The walls loom high above them, covered with moss. They cast deep shadows even in daylight.
“Told you I saw a vampire here, man.” He quirks an eyebrow at him, “We’re vampire hunters, are we not?
Woogie taps his foot on the hardy and worn-out concrete. He’s growing impatient. Admittedly, Redd is too. “Great,” he mumbles under his breath. “Sooo, where is it?”
Great point! Where is he? Ash is supposedly lurking somewhere around here, as he’d promised—yet, Woogie is standing there in perfect condition. Redd vows that if Ash’s lateness causes them to fumble one of these things again, he'll lose it.
Redd presses his lips together in a thin line, shrugging his shoulders. “Here,” he assures.
Woogie straightens up and stares at the sky. It responds by shining the sun onto his skin. When he looks back at him, his face contorts into a scowl. “Why would a vampire be in the middle of an alleyway, especially during the daytime?” he accuses.
“Not all vampires are allergic to the sun,” Redd retorts. At least Ash isn’t.
Woogie breathes out a laugh. “Right! Right,” he says, incredulous. “Well, I’m going back. Have fun finding that thing.” He turns and walks off. Redd is positive he heard him mumble, ‘If it exists,’ under his breath. Asshole.
Then, there’s a rustle of leaves, and he stops in his tracks. The grip on his crossbow tightens as his ears perk up.
It’s silent for a couple of minutes. His laboured breathing stops, and he gradually lowers his crossbow (and his guard). It’s cute.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long. Ash emerges from the shadows—fucking finally—footsteps silent like they always are. He lunges forward, nails digging into Woogie’s shoulder. The sight makes Redd wince. It looks as if it hurts.
He’ll give him credit, Woogie’s reaction is quick. As Ash grabs his shoulder, he wrenches away and slams his elbow back into his ribs. The blow doesn’t do much thanks to Ash’s strength, but it still earns an A for effort.
Woogie’s breath comes in ragged gasps; fear and adrenaline commandeer his entire body. Shaky hands bring up his crossbow as he aims it at the predator in front of him. He attempts to shoot, but frigid fingers wrap around his wrist.
In desperation to escape, he jerks to the side, yet the tightness around his wrist is unyielding, only growing stronger.
A sickening crack follows as Ash twists his wrist too far than it can handle. His arm goes limp immediately, and he doubles over in pain. A strangled cry tears from his throat
Ash doesn’t spare him any pity, only grabbing a fistful of his shirt and slamming him against the wall. The peeling paint of the bricks butt against his head. Pain shoots throughout his veins.
“Ouch,” Redd comments. Good thing that isn't him.
Sharp canines sink into his neck. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes as he twists his neck to look at Redd. Do something, anything, his look pleads. And yet, he only stands there, watching as Woogie’s flailing comes to a still, how his eyes slip shut, how his unconscious body slides down the filthy brick wall.
Redd doesn’t pay it any mind. In fact, the only thing he’s concerned about is how much of a mess Ash had made. Woogie’s once pristine white shirt now has about three-fourths of it dyed red.
The kicker is that, from what he can tell, Ash hadn’t even drunk that much. “Messy eater,” he states matter-of-factly, amused.
Ash wipes away the blood on his mouth with his sleeve. He doesn’t respond to his statement. At least not verbally. All he gets is a shrug and his signature sly smile. Redd wants to kiss it off his face.
His tongue comes out and swipes at the corner of his mouth. His smile drops so fast it’s almost comedic, “Doesn’t taste good anyway.”
Redd isn’t a medical professional, but he’s pretty sure that Woogie lost so much blood that he shouldn’t even be alive. The eerie stillness of his body is kinda creeping him out. “..Is he dead?” Redd asks, “Are you just gonna leave the body there, or..?” he trails off.
Ash touches the side of his neck with his index and middle fingers, feeling for his pulse. There’s a faint beat. Redd breathes out a sigh of relief; he’d prefer if there weren’t a charge of murder looming over his head, thank you very much!
“Do you want him dead? I can kill him if you want,” he reminds him. “It’d be easier than cleaning all this up, anyway.
It earns a snort from him. “Nah,” he answers. He stared down at the body, unblinking, as his eyes traced its outline. “You made all this talk about being hungry, how you’re starving, and you barely drank anything,” he mutters under his breath.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Ash. Nothing does.
Time seems to drag on as Ash stands up and strides over to him. Now it’s Redd’s turn to be up against the wall. He shuffles closer to him until their chests press together. Redd feels his breath ghost over his lips.
His fingertips coil around Redd’s wrist, reminiscent of the hold he’d had on Woogie, though a bit more gentle. He brings his wrist up to his lips, kissing his pulse point. Redd doesn’t protest, only standing there like a deer in headlights.
“Not a picky eater," he says, "just think you taste better.”
“Better?” Redd repeats, watching as Ash’s kisses trail upwards to his fingertips. Then, he feels it. That sharp scrape of his teeth against his fingers. The oh-so familiar sting of pain is quick to follow suit.
His mouth closes around the puncture wound, and the flat of his wet tongue licks at the beads of blood pooling there. His eyes flutter shut, and he drinks, drinks until Redd can no longer feel the sting of his hand. The points of Ash’s fangs prod against his skin as he does. Drops of excess blood dribble down, but Ash is insistent on lapping up that, too.
Ash places a kiss on the wound. “Better,” He confirms.
His hand drops from his wrist; it slides against Redd’s collarbone and lingers at the lapel of his suit jacket. Ash gives him that look, and he rolls his eyes. “I’m not doing this with you in an alleyway, you insatiable—”
“You’re wrong,” he interjects. It catches Redd off guard a bit.
“Huh?”
Ash’s head dips into the junction of his neck and shoulder. The contrast of cold breath against warm skin makes Redd shudder. “I am starving.” Corny, but it gets him going just the same.
He feels it then, the feeling of the flat of Ash’s tongue falling against his clavicle, all the way to his jugular. Ash breathes him in deep, exhaling as if he were the best thing he’d ever smelled.
He voices just as much. “You smell so good,” he breathes against his skin, barely audible—Redd’s breath hitches. The ground rocks from under him. He’s sure his knees would’ve given way had the worn-out brick wall not been there for support.
His hands reach out for Ash, any part of him. He manages to find his shoulder blade, and his nails sink into the flesh. Redd glances down, only to find Ash staring up at him already. His lips curl into a sardonic smile as his hands get to work on unbuttoning his shirt.
That delicious pressure closes around his neck, the one that lets him know Ash’s teeth have found a good patch of skin to sink into. A joyful shiver runs down his spine as he nibbles at his collarbone.
Redd’s hand on Ash’s shoulder snakes into the curls of Ash’s hair and pulls him closer into the crook of his neck. The bite comes; droplets of scarlet-red dribble down his collarbone as Ash’s canines pierce his skin.
Redd winces at the sting. It hurts, but only in the most pleasurable of ways.
Ash’s slow hand moves from his side to Redd’s chin, lifting it to give better access. His lips circle the wound again, and with a guttural sound, he sucks. Occasionally, he’ll give it a quick lick.
Once he’s finished, he presses a kiss to the bite. His kisses travel downward, covering his open chest. Canines scrape against his sternum. Ash catches the skin there between his teeth.
Redd isn’t sure how much time has passed, only aware of how good Ash’s mouth feels on his skin. It doesn’t matter if anyone could walk by and see him pinned against the wall by the very thing he’s supposed to be hunting. Fuck, none of it matters.
His hips thrust forward, and it feels electric. Ash slides his leg between Redd’s thighs, gently pressing. Redd exhales a breathy whine and closes his eyes. It’s the wrong gender to be doing that trick on, but the friction is definitely appreciated nonetheless.
That warmth deep inside him begins to spread; he ruts into Ash’s leg desperately. Ash keeps marking up his body. Redd isn’t into dryhumping, but he can make exceptions. He just needs something now.
A soft moan pushes past his lips as Ash’s teeth scrape against his collarbone again. Damn, he really is starving.
Redd would be annoyed at all the convincing he did to bring Woogie here if Ash was just going to feed off him, but he can hardly bring himself to make a jab at it. Maybe Ash is going to fuck him against the wall. That would be hot. Or he’ll pass out from blood loss, and Ash will use his own blood as lube—
His thoughts are cut off when Ash’s teeth detach and start licking at the mess he left behind. At least this time, he cleans up, Redd thinks.
Ash’s hand slides from his chin down to his stomach, slipping under his shirt to explore his chest. Icy fingers settle on one nipple, and Redd arches his back instinctively. Ash looks up through his eyelashes, gratified.
Redd’s eyes open halfway. The wall presses firmly against his back. Ash takes the opportunity to push into him further. Ash’s leg rubs against his crotch at a faster pace. Redd’s thighs quiver in response.
It feels so fucking good. He needs more. Just a little more, and—
Redd’s eyes land on Woogie’s unconscious body. Oh, what the fuck? He’s forgotten it’s still there. That’s a major turn-off.
Ash’s knee slows and then stops rubbing against him. “What are you staring at?” He questions. It comes out hoarse.
“Are—are you just, like—” Redd stammers. “We just gonna leave him lying there?”
Ash purses his lips and slowly nods. Then he cocks an eyebrow at him. “..Do you want me to get rid of it?”
“Yes? Preferably?” Ash rolled his eyes at the sass dripping from his words.
“Fine—fine. My god,” he huffs, “I’ll get rid of it, throw it in the bushes, or something. Is that good enough for you?”
Annoyance is a good look on him. Just like anything else. “It’s good enough.”
“Tch— It’s good enough,“ Ash repeats in a higher pitch, mocking. His hands slide off of him. Silently, Redd mourns the loss of contact. Hoisting Woogie’s body over his shoulder, Ash looks around and spots a bush in the distance. It’ll do fine. He looks over to Redd and gives him a reassuring look. “Give me a second,” He says.
Redd watches Ash disappear into the alleyway’s shadows, figure shrinking as he went. He nestles his back against the brick wall. Its cold surface feels good against his warm skin.
Ash returns after a couple of minutes, dusting off his hands. “Do you even live long enough to worry about these types of things, Reddoons?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
He tugs Redd towards him, and towards his mouth. Their kiss is torrid, passionate. Like most things they do are. Not that Redd wants it any other way, though. He can tell that Ash feels the same by the way he smiles into their kiss.
He nips at his lip. Redd can faintly pick up on the metallic taste of his own blood. Ash’s smile starts to grow, curling at the corners, impish. A cold hand slides its way up, up, and up Redd’s stomach. A backup call has probably occurred by now, Redd idly thinks. Woogie and Redd have been gone for too long for a simple “talk.”
He plans on voicing his concerns, but the words slip from him like sand running through his fingers when Ash twists one of his nipples. The whimper that comes out of him is involuntary.
Ash breaks their kiss and trails kisses down to his neck. “I could fuck you against the wall,” he mumbles against his skin. Redd feels him bury his face into it. It tickles.
“Do you want that, Redd? Wanna take me up against this wall, where anyone could see you being fucked by the very thing you’re meant to kill?” It’s a fantasy he’s thought about before—one of his favourite ones, actually. It never fails to get him hot and bothered. It certainly doesn’t now, either. Believe him, he wants to be fucked against the wall by his vampire boyfriend, but Woogie could wake up at any minute, or someone could see them.
None of those thoughts help alleviate the warmth in his belly.
Redd swallows the hoarseness in his throat, “I’m still workin’,” he manages. “Gotta find a way to hide these marks. Then get back to work.”
Ash only scoffs. “Your boss is gonna fire you on the spot, who cares?”
He nips at his skin again. Redd bites on the inside of his cheek to prevent another pathetic noise from coming out of him. “Aren’t you- fuck- aren’t you keeping Squiddo waiting?” he manages.
There's a pregnant pause. “She’ll understand,” he whispers. “You’ve kept me waiting before, too,” he says bitterly.
Ash lets that mull between them.
“—And anyway, why don’t you come with me?” he finishes.
Redd should say no. He’s still on the clock. He has plans he needs to follow through on. Hell, there’s a big, big chance after this that his boss’ll call him to his office and scold his ear off for being out so long. He remembers the exact tone he said, ‘One more of these, and you’re getting fired, Doons,’ in.
It’s reckless, stupid even. But Redd swore he’d do anything for Ash, even if it meant getting fired.
So when he let's Ash's fingers slip into his and guide him home, it isn't a suprise.
Ever since Squiddo was a little girl, her mother had always advised her to be patient. Mostly, they've heeded that advice.
But they can only take so much. She’s hungry. Ash should’ve been back by now. The plan her boys came up with wasn’t that complicated.
She tries to do things to distract herself from her hunger. Such as reading. Or playing with things around the house, playing with herself. All that jazz. It doesn’t help get rid of that gnawing ache in their stomach. Squiddo contemplates going out right now and draining a dog, or some random on the street; just something to satiate herself for at least a few hours.
In fact, they sit up and plan to do just that, but then—
“Squiddo? You there?” Ash calls out, “Brought someone with me, think you’ll like it.”
A hostage, Squiddo assumes. It wouldn't be the first time he's brought one to their home for both of them to eat, anyway. One of Redd's coworkers, if she had to guess.
"Someone?" Redd asks defensively.
Nevermind. Turns out it's not one of Redd's coworkers, just him himself. Not that Squiddo has any complaints, she loves it when her boyfriend comes by. (Even though she's sure that he's meant to be working right now. Though knowing her husband, he'd probably persuaded him to come back home with him.)
She pushes herself up off the couch, stretching her arms as she walks to them.
"Sorry for taking so long, we, uh—" Redd stutters. One look at his neck says all she needs to know. His entire upper body, actually. The marks make it look like he'd been attacked by a stray cat.
He's forgotten to brush away the hair in his face. Or do something about those kiss-swollen lips.
It's the prettiest he's ever looked.
"Got distracted," Ash finishes for him brazenly. Redd makes a displeased noise in the back of his throat.
"I can tell," they say, giggling.
Ash proceeds to excuse his lateness by going on a spiel about how Redd was being needy and desperate. Redd begs to differ, saying that Ash couldn't keep his hands off of him, despite his co-worker's body being right next to them. Squiddo looks between the two of them as they speak. It's like the world's weirdest tennis match.
Truthfully, she couldn't care less about whichever story is more real. She's hungry, and Redd being here certainly isn't making it any better. There's nothing she wants more right now than to sink her teeth into the side of his neck. She wants to hear those adorable noises spill from his lips as she drinks. Want to kiss him and make him taste his own blood.
She's hungry, so hungry.
Redd is halfway through an insult about how insatiable Ash is and stops to stare at her. Shit, did she say that part out loud?
"You can drink from me if you want," he says hastily, as if the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. The snark in his voice melts away like cotton candy in water. It almost makes her laugh.
Oh, passionate, needy Redd. Perhaps Ash did have a point. "You sure?" she drawls out, "You just seemed so bothered when Ash did it." There's a razor edge of giddiness in her words. There's probably nothing Redd likes more than being drunk from, but it's just so delightful to hear Redd admit to it.
Squiddo closes the distance between them and runs her hand up his sides till they sit against his collarbone. "That's 'cuz I hate him," Redd says. It's a lie, all three of them know it.
"You can. You know you can," he mumbles coyly.
Their lips curl into a grin. Pleased, she kisses Redd and shuts him up before he can say anything else. She feels eyes on her as she does, but they don't need to look over to know who's it is.
A gasp claws its way out of her throat when she feels a sensual hand come underneath her blouse. Sharp fingernails rake against her abdomen—probably Ash's, considering the hands are cold, not warm. Along with the fact that he's pressing against her back.
Her hand slides down to unbutton Redd's shirt, but it turns out Ash had already done that job for them. How considerate! She decides to have her hands cradle his waist instead.
Her fingernails dig into his sides with fervor, whilst her canines dig into his mouth. She kisses him like she’s trying to devour him whole. Teeth catch his bottom lip, piercing the flesh, and their tongue darts out to lap up the blood.
Hungrily, she breaks them apart to pepper kisses across his neck, as she always does before feeding. Whenever Redd asks why, she says it’s an appetizer of sorts.
Redd tilts his head and peers down at her. He flushes when she looks up at him and breaks eye contact. Humans are just so cute.
The sharp points of her teeth poke against his skin, right below his jugular. He lets out a shaky exhale. Her teeth pierce through his flesh, and he straight-up moans, low and guttural in his throat.
She pulls away from his neck to admire her work. The bite matches the one Ash gave him, if not deeper. Squiddo has never been religious, but she prays to just about every god that their mark lasts a couple of weeks.
Squiddo peppers her sweet, hasty kisses over the wound before enclosing her lips around it. Redd’s whimper cuts into a wanton cry.
Typically, she isn’t this rough when feeding off him. They’re gentle, treating him like glass, as if he’d break if she’s too rough. However, that’s when she’s not hungry. Currently, she’s a starving dog wanting to feast on what’s hers. Redd is just as eager to let her.
Ash’s hands fall from her stomach. He slips away from her, situating himself behind Redd. His hand pushes his shirt up, and the cool air hits his exposed stomach.
Pain stabs at his sides, a sharp sting. Redd’s eyes look down to see what it is, and the sight of Ashs's fingernails sinking into his flesh greets him. Blood pools at his fingertips. He relishes the way Redd writhes beneath him.
Finally, the hot ache in Squiddo’s core dies down, her hunger satiated. Lips separate from skin with a sharp snap.
Unfortunately, Ash has decided his neck is not nearly marked up enough.
With every kiss against a vein, with every scrape against his collarbone, Ash can feel the tremors of Redd’s body. His tongue licks along his clavicle in one straight, pressing line. Fangs press into his skin, just shy of breaking it. Redd just whines.
By now, Redd’s legs have given out on him. He’s unsure how he’s still standing upright. Probably because of Ash and Squiddo holding him up.
His breath comes in short pants. He feels lightheaded, from blood loss or pleasure, he doesn’t know. Nor does he care.
A hand comes up from his side and squishes his cheeks, forcing him to turn his head and look at Ash. His gorgeous blue eyes are so blown out that all Ash can see is black. So pretty.
Ash slots their lips together and kisses him so hard he's afraid he might just fall right then and there. It's carnal and incredibly sloppy. He drags his tongue against his lip, salacious and wanting.
"Ash," Squiddo calls out, "Stop playing with your food," she scolds.
The string of saliva connecting them takes a few seconds to fall when they pull apart. "Sorry," he apologizes, but Redd can tell there's no real sincerity in his words.
His breath stutters. Redd's head is currently swimming with want. He can't think straight. All he can think about is how Ash's, fuck, both of their mouths felt against him.
If they aren't on him again soon, he might go mad. "The bed," he manages through his haze. He swallows the hoarseness in his throat. "Our bedroom, I—" I need you, both of you, he wants to finish, but he's so lightheaded that those words are all he can manage.
For a moment, there’s silence, wealthy in its tension. Squiddo breaks it with a giggle and takes his hand in hers, tugging him towards their bedroom.
When they get there, the floor sways from under him. The door clicks shut, and Ash—or Squiddo, fuck, maybe both? He's so delirious that he can't tell—push him onto the bed. It knocks the wind out of him. He barely has time to suck in a breath before Squiddo's on top of him, straddling his lap. Ash slithers behind him, feeling him up to his heart's content.
She kisses him again, not as hard as before, yet just as hungrily. Redd still feels those frigid hands roaming all over his stomach, unrelenting. If he died somewhere along the line and this is his version of purgatory, he died a happy man.
Squiddo slides her hand over his jaw and lifts his chin just enough to deepen their kiss. Putting on a show for her husband, he supposes. Not that he minds, he never minds, not with her.
Ash's hands slide to tug at the bottom of his (now unbuttoned) shirt as Squiddo takes their lips off him. It's almost like they communicate telepathically sometimes. Though considering they're vampires, they probably do.
He practically rips his shirt off as he pulls it over Redd's head. Most of his clothes end up in tatters every time they have sex. He's learned to come prepared by wearing something he wouldn't mind being ruined by the end of the night whenever they're around.
Squiddo's chest flushes against him, and she leans forward to pepper kisses all over his face. Her thumb swipes at his bottom lip. "Open," she asks, not commands. Though Redd obliges so fast, it might as well be one.
His mouth moves on its own, and he parts his lips, allowing Squiddo's thumb to slip in his mouth.
She grins when she finds it, the pad of their thumb presses firmly against the tip of his canines. They're relatively flat compared to hers, and they’ve always been obsessed with them. It's her favourite part of him, she says.
"So flat, so cute," she muses. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat is straight up embarrassing.
"Every part of you is cute, actually," she corrects, letting her thumb drag against the rest of his teeth, slow.
Redd whines and tries to roll his hips forward into her, but Ash stops him before he can. He moves with conviction, hands pressing firmly against his pelvis. "Easy," he whispers in his ear. It sends a shiver down his spine.
But he listens and stays put, despite how badly he wants to rut against her. As a reward, he gets another kiss from Squiddo. Her tongue runs against his molars and he pants in her mouth in tandem.
She pulls away from him, the hand on his chin moving to cradle his cheek. She smiles at him with all her teeth dopily. There's a couple of beats of silence, in which Redd can tell she's thinking. Her tongue lolls out, and she catches it between her teeth and bites down. Blood drips down all the way to her chin.
Two of her fingers reach up to her bleeding tongue, coating them in her ichor. Squiddo reaches her hand down and coaxes her fingers into his mouth.
Oh, okay. That's definitely new.
Still, he obediently licks her fingers clean. The metallic taste coats his tongue. It's not the most tasty thing in the world, but it's okay.
Clearly, Ash begs to differ. He cranes his neck around to kiss Squiddo and suck on her tongue. Redd sits there and watches as they lick each other's mouths and clash their teeth together. The sight looks straight out of a porno. He really wants to touch himself right now, but he's meant to be staying put right now. So that's what he'll do. (Well, he tries, at least.)
Their lips are coated in blood and saliva when they pull apart from each other. They stare at him like he's prey, like they're planning to eat him alive. They probably will, just not like that.
He whispers something to Squiddo, and Redd, unable to hear the words, can only guess at their nature from the way Squiddo’s cheeky grin spreads across her face. They’ll enjoy it just as much as he will.
Then they go back to kissing, making out so hard he can practically feel it. He moans at the sight—his dick is so hard it hurts. He rocks into the mattress slowly, desperate for at least some type of friction.
He bites down hard on his lip to prevent himself from making any noise. It's barely even anything, but it still feels so good. Redd isn't sure if he wants to join them or continue watching them make out as he not-so-subtly gets off.
Luckily for him, he doesn't have to think about it much longer. The two vampires hungrily break apart, and Ash contorts their positions so that he can push Redd further into the mattress.
His swift mouth is on him again, every part of him, like his body is something to claim. He kisses him on the lips hard, as if he's on death row and Redd is his last meal.
"Please," he rasps. Redd doesn't even know what he's begging for, just something more than this. They refuse to touch him where he wants them to.
"Gimme your hand," he orders. Redd obliges.
Ash giggles at his eagerness, "You're gonna fuck Squiddo with your hand, just the way she likes it, the way I taught you," he instructs. Redd frantically nods his head.
“Good boy,” he says, his voice a low rumble as he presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. Squiddo takes the opportunity to slide off her slacks, panties going with it.
As if he were in a trance, Redd crawls over to her. Hesitantly, he slips her fingers between her thighs, already soaking wet. A part of him takes pride knowing he was partially responsible for that.
Her arm straightens like an arrow, and they snatch his wrist, coating his fingers in her slick when she drags them along her pussy—Redd's breath hitches.
"Like I taught you," Ash reminds. Redd relaxes his fingers, then presses into her opening with little trouble. His hand angles to have his palm press against her clit. Sharp nails rake through his hair in approval.
His fingers pump in and out of her, curling them inside of her once they reach the hilt. Just like how Ash taught him.
Squiddo slowly rocks her hips; the tightness around Redd's fingers makes his head spin. He's lost in the pleasure, yet he's not even the one being touched. He moans in tandem with her when she quickens her pace, bouncing on his fingers as if nothing else exists in the world.
It's the most beautiful she's ever looked. From the way she looks down at him, she must know it too.
What he wouldn't give to have his turn to mark her up, nipping at every inch of her skin, even if his teeth aren't as sharp as her partners. A moan pushes past his lips at the thought of it. Stupid vampire skin always healing over. So unfair.
Her cunt clenches around his fingers, and he pumps into her faster, her slick staining the sheets as it falls from his digits. Squiddo's hips buck against his hand with fervor, and he can tell they’re gonna cum soon. He can't wait to lap at it and drink it down.
Squiddo whines, and Redd fingerblasts her harder. He wants to make her feel good. Real good.
"Mmph, you're so—you're so pretty, Squiddo." Redd husks with a flick of his wrist. That's all it takes for her to let out a sharp cry and gush onto his fingers.
Tenacious, they continue to grind on his fingers, riding out her orgasm. Redd shamelessly stares. Her unhurried hand comes up to rub circles on her clit as she starts to bounce on his fingers again.
Using her own cum as lube, he thinks to himself.
She shoves herself down onto his fingers so hard he swears they might break. He curls his fingers inside of her pussy again, remembering he can actually help get her off. Squiddo's whole body trembles, and she lets out a cry. Redd does as well. Almost as if her pleasure is his own. He can feel her cum leak out of her with every bounce.
Her grip tightens on his wrist. With a pretty little keen, she pushes his fingers into her, as deep as they could go. "So good," she croaks, thighs quivering. Redd can tell she's about to cum again.
Which she does. She cums on his fingers just as loudly as she did before. Instead of continuing to grind on top of Redd's fingers, though, she numbly slides off them, giving him one last kiss to remember her by. He actively fights the urge to lick his fingers clean.
She gives him a permitting look, as if she read his mind. "You can," she says. Redd internally thanks her over and over.
He slowly brings his cum and slick-coated fingers to his lips and gives them an experimental lick. Then another, and another, and another—till he dips both of them into his mouth and laps her juices up.
Cold, nimble hands slide up his back. A wave of desire washes over him at the feeling of sharp teeth nipping at his earlobe. From its brazen nature, Redd infers that Ash is the culprit.
"Gonna fuck you," he whispers against the backside of his ear, hands travelling lower to tug at the hem of his slacks, "—and you're gonna fuck her while I do."
The whimper that tears its way from Redd's throat is needy and comes out of him before he can stop it. Squiddo's hand comes to his chest, and Ash moves out of the way as she pushes him into the pillows.
Ash comes up in front of him, tearing his pants to shreds as he takes them off of him. He kisses the side of his mouth to the slope of his shoulder. Then his kisses go southward, spreading over his pecs. Redd doesn't think he's ever been so turned on in his life.
Sharp nails claw at the inside of his thighs, blood pooling at the fingertips. It hurts so good. Or maybe his mind is so cloudy he's having trouble deciphering where the line between pain and pleasure is. He grasps at the sheets when his nails dig further into the meat of his thighs, blood dripping down.
Ash spreads his legs further and dips his head between his thighs, pointed canines seizing where his fingernails once were, piercing through his skin. His upper leg is decorated with crimson. The vampire collects what he can on his fingers and licks up what he can't.
Bloodied hands graze over Redd's hole. The feeling makes Redd's hips jolt, but Ash steadies him with a hand to his navel.
Within one quick movement, he thrusts his fingers into him. Redd barely has any time to adjust to the feeling before his hands start scissoring inside of him. His knuckles turn white with how hard he's gripping the sheets.
His fingers drag along the inside of his walls so agonizingly slow as he pulls out, and tears prick at the corner of his eyes. The ache between his legs is too much. Ash is so close to his cock, so close his icy breath ghosts over it, yet he still won't touch.
"Ash, fuck, please- please," he pants. All he gets is a momentary glance upward from Ash, one that tells him he's delighted in watching him fall apart.
As a distraction, he licks a long stripe along his thigh, then sinks his teeth deep into his skin. It works wonders. Redd can feel a smile against his skin.
Desperation blurs his vision as he watches Ash’s fingers meet his thighs, the slick, warm blood coating his fingertips. “Please fuck you?” he drawls out, gory fingers probing at his entrance. “But I am?” he says lowly, callously thrusting his fingers inside of him.
Redd lets out a sharp gasp. He has to squeeze his eyes shut when he inserts a third. His fingers curl inside him, and he whines, needy and low.
Ash comes up to kiss Redd on the mouth. The scent of blood, sharp and metallic, fills the room; It mingles with the musky smell of sex, and all three of them are enamoured by it.
Redd pathetically grinds down on his fingers, moaning into their kiss. Ash greedily devours all the noises that spill from his lips. When they break apart for air—at least Redd does—he dismounts him.
"Are you going to—" he starts, going to fuck me, he intends to finish. However, the feeling of Ash's hands slipping out of him makes his mind go blank. Whatever words he wants to say slip away from him within an instant. (How does he always manage to do that?)
Redd’s foggy mind could only vaguely sense Ash pulling him forward, attempting to shift all three of them into a position that fit what he’d envisioned. He eventually settles on Redd in the middle of the bed, feeling the weight of Squiddo in his lap, straddling his waist with Ash behind him.
Squiddo gently takes Redd’s hands in their own. With slow, deliberate motions, she guides him as he removes her shirt. Shamelessly, he stares at her barren, perky chest. He doesn't care if her tits aren't all that impressive; she's beautiful, so, so beautiful. How the hell did he score this?
Her nails rake over his neck, feeling up all the marks she and Ash had left behind. Her thumb presses down firmly on a particular bruise, and Redd winces.
As an apology, she plasters kisses all over his neck, trailing upwards to his face, each one being a declaration of her love. Her fingers slide over her cunt, then she takes his cock in her hand, coating it with her own slick. His lips part in a soft moan at the feeling.
Their boobs press against his chest as she slowly sinks onto his cock, biting on her lip to prevent herself from being too loud. It's a shame. Redd would really like to hear them. It's not like they live near anyone either.
Her hands steady against his maimed thighs as she takes him to the hilt. She kisses the nape of his neck, "So good," she moans out.
Eagerly, he rolls his hips inside of her, and Squiddo hums with approval. From behind him, he can hear Ash sneer at his neediness. His tip goads against his hole. Probably lubed up with blood, too. Ash hasn't even entered him yet, but he whimpers in anticipation.
His hips slam against his ass, and he bucks his hips into Squiddo, fucking into her pussy. It's like a weird domino effect.
Squiddo presses the heels of her palm into Redd's chest as she bounces on his cock, and her tits bounce in tandem with her. His hands reach up to grope them, and she grabs his wrists to push them roughly into her with a high-pitched moan.
He thrusts into her again, her cunt clenching around his dick. Her exhale comes out shaky. Redd leans up slightly to kiss her, and her tongue swipes at his bottom lip. His thumb grazes over her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her.
Ash begins to move then, slowly pumping in and out of him. Teeth graze against his shoulder, and he thrusts his cock so deep inside of him that Redd lets out a sharp cry into him and Squiddo's kiss.
Hands dig into Redd's hip dips as he picks up the pace—sliding out of him just to slam into him again. It's dizzying.
Squiddo breaks away from him. She grins at him dopily before dipping into the crook of his neck. Those sharp canines of hers sink deep into his skin. Redd watches the blood slide down his collarbone through his peripheral vision. It's hot, but it doesn't help with his lightheadedness.
In fact, he's sure it's making it worse. The flat of her tongue licks a stripe against the wound, languid. His fingernails dig into the flesh of her breasts in an attempt to stabilise himself. Mistaking this for carnality, her lips enclose around the bite, and she sucks. Once she's finished, she comes up to give Redd another staggering kiss. Had he not been so woozy, he would've appreciated it.
As his vision narrows, his shoulders sag. Suddenly, Squiddo freezes mid-bounce, and Ash stops thrusting into him. Why? It felt so good.
‘Buzzzzzzzzz,’ she says, asks? It’s hard to decipher what’s happening. Squiddo’s hand slides up to cup his cheek, but his skin remains numb.
‘Buzzzzzzz," Ash responds. (Or was that Squiddo just talking again?) It sounds like the noise of a fluorescent light. All he can make out is the vague shape of Squiddo’s face in front of him, and then—
Redd hadn’t known he’d fainted, surroundings still a blurry haze. It felt surreal, a disorienting echo of a fever dream. Speaking of which, he’s pretty sure he dreamt for a couple of minutes. The details of which were already fading.
Apparently, both Ash and Squiddo must’ve grown impatient with his lack of participation in the bedroom. In the few minutes he was out, they’ve contorted him into a whole different position.
His body still feels numb. The only thing he can focus on is the blinding white flash of pain pulsing through his temples.
Eventually, he recovers, and the world stops spinning. The initial searing pain ebbs into a dull throb. Svelte legs wrap around his waist; Squiddo's from how pale they are. Ash fucks into him simultaneously. His rhythm is different now. More sloppy. Ash’s nails claw along Redd’s back, talons splitting the skin there. A low moan comes from above him.
It's kind of like a sandwich, with mating press and doggy style combined into one position.
The idea of them continuing to use him while he's unconscious, like he's a toy, like he's prey, makes him dizzy. Squiddo had been making out with him while he was unconscious. It doesn't take long for him to get hard again, knowing all that. Blood rushes down to his dick so fast he worries he might faint again.
Squiddo pulls apart to get a good look at him. His pulse drums in his chest. "'M sorry," she breathes out, referring to her responsibility for knocking Redd out. "I just couldn't help myself. Squiddo licks at her lips. "You just look so pretty for us tonight."
"You do," Ash agrees, punctuating his statement with a particular deep thrust, as deep as a knife in his chest. It sends Redd reeling.
Tears spring at the corners of his eyes, "Please—" he rasps.
Squiddo shuts him up by seizing his throat, kissing him till the corners of his vision turn black. One of her fangs snags on his bottom lip, and he lets out a sob. "Keep going," she whispers against his lips, "I love when you get needy."
And who is Redd to say no?
He rolls his hips into her, fervent and dirty. It makes her whimper. Redd pistons in and out of her, drinking up all the noises she makes in response. Ash leans down to kiss his backside approvingly.
His dick slips out of him, and Redd mourns with a whine. Redd breaks apart from Squiddo and cranes his neck around to face Ash. For a couple of moments, he considers giving up all of his dignity to tell, no, beg him to keep fucking him.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to. Ash's lips curl into a wry smile, then he slams against his prostate. The noise that comes out of Redd sounds unnatural. Squiddo placates him by pressing quick kisses against his jaw. It works.
He keeps thrusting into him like that, salacious and abrasive. As he does so, Redd ruts into Squiddo's cunt. Each moan claws its way out of his throat more ferocious than the last, long since giving up repressing his noises.
It makes Squiddo giggle. She's always loved watching her boys get desperate.
That familiar heat begins to coil in his stomach. A tight curl of desire that signals he's about to fall over the edge. He thrusts into Squiddo's tight pussy again, and the warmth spreads from his navel all the way up to his collarbone.
"Redd, shit—" Ash's words break off into a huff, "Can I—" he husks, voice laced with lust.
Can he what? Redd's mind is so hazy, he doesn't know what he wants. All he knows is that he feels so, so good. He's certain he can stay like this forever.
Oh.
He's asking for permission to cum inside him. Redd had forgotten that the whole 'vampires need permission to come inside' rule still applies to sex. It's no surprise to the three of them when he answers, "You can. You, you know you always can."
Squiddo makes a disappointed noise in the back of her throat, "You said you wanted all of us to cum at the same time," they tut.
"I did," he giggles, "We are, I just—" he stutters.
"No," she interjects, "It's okay, I don't mind," she says softly.
He doesn't need any further confirmation after that. His jaw clenches shut, and he picks up his pace. Redd's breath comes out shaky. His nails continue to dig into his flesh. Ash fights back the urge to lick up the blood pooling at his fingertips.
Redd's hips stutter, and he looks down at Squiddo. His pupils are blown, coated with need. Can I cum? he pleads silently. He's not even sure why he's asking. It's not like there's a risk of reproduction. (A part of him kind of wishes there was, but that's besides the point.) Maybe he just wants to hear her say it.
She looks up at him, her expression gentle and permitting. You can.
Her pussy clenches around him again, and she captures his lips in another mind-breaking kiss. Redd gasps in between them; it feels like he's drowning. Not that he'd have it any other way.
His thighs quiver, and he bucks his hips forward one final time. With a shout, he spills inside of her, orgasm rippling through every part of him. Redd whimpers in her mouth throughout.
Ash fucks Redd through it all. His thrusts halt, and Ash's chest flushes against his back. There's something whispered in his ear, but he can't really pick up on it in this state. He fills him up so good that Redd just might cum again.
No matter how many times he's been reminded that vampires have incredible stamina, he'll forever be appalled by how quickly his partners recover from cumming. He isn't sure how they both manage to go round and round—trust him, he's seen it—and typically only stop out of boredom.
Currently, Ash is licking the blood from his fingertips. Seems like he didn't fight that urge well. "What?" he exclaims when he catches Redd staring at him.
"You're a—" Redd's smart mouthed comment dies out as Squiddo presses a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her laughter is warm against his skin.
"Don't start," they chastise. They both listen.
Redd pulls out of Squiddo's tight cunt. A small moan escapes from him. His cum dribbles out of her, and he stares fixedly. Of course, Ash picks up on it.
"Redd," he goads, hands running up Redd's stomach to his pectorals. Insatiable.
"Mmm?" he replies. He still feels a little disoriented from how hard he came.
"You just gonna cum inside of Squiddo and not clean up your mess? How rude," Ash teases. His hands continue to fondle his pecs. Meanwhile, Redd's brain fully stops. Squiddo sits up and scratches his scalp.
"You don't have to, it's fine," she says reassuringly, "I know you're tired.
Redd is already way ahead of her. Despite post-coital exhaustion seizing his limbs, he manages to find the energy to situate himself between her thighs. "So good for us, 'Doons," she coos at him from above.
There's more praise on the tip of her tongue, but it cuts off when Redd presses the flat of his tongue against her folds. He kisses her clit then swirls his tongue around it, sucking momentarily.
Squiddo lifts her leg to give Redd better access to her pussy. It isn't taken for granted. Redd mouths at her cunt as if he's savouring her. It's adorable, really. Praisingly, Ash pets his hair—like he's a dog.
Redd's teeth aren't as sharp as his or Squiddo's, but he acts like they are. He pulls away from her nub to gnash his teeth against her thighs. Despite nipping at the flesh as hard as he can, it's never enough to break skin.
"This shit is unfair," he hums against her skin. Ash's hand tugs at his hair and shoves him face-first into Squiddo's groin.
"Don't keep her waiting," he admonishes. Redd moves without asking him to clarify. He works two of his fingers inside her as Ash leans over him to kiss Squiddo on the mouth. Her hips rock against them. Redd's cock twitches at the sight of his cum leaking out of her more and more.
He starts lapping at her entrance, nose nuzzling her clit. The taste of his own semen coats his tongue. Surprisingly, it's not even that bad. Redd thrusts his tongue inside of her. Squiddo's hips jerk forward, and she moans happily into Ash's mouth.
Redd tries to flick his tongue inside of her. He's supposed to clean up his mess, isn't he? He slides it deeper and deeper, making sure not a trace of his cum is left. Squiddo keens loudly, pulling apart from Ash to look down at him.
Whatever she was going to say dies out as Ash rubs his thumb over her clit in a gentle circle. The pressure makes her thighs quiver. Redd's blunt nails dig into her thighs to keep her steady.
Her clit throbs under the pressure; he can feel it. She reaches out to grip viciously at Redd's hair, thighs squeezing his head. He hums pleasurably into her cunt. It echoes inside of her.
"Good—oh, fuck!" Ash replaces his thumb with his two fingers. He takes her clit in between them and swirls it around. Her nails dig deeper into Redd's scalp, and she finishes, "Good boy. You're such a good boy, Redd!" The praise makes him tongue her harder.
Ash's fingers move down to her entrance. Now, Redd's tongue has company. He thrusts them into her, and her pussy stretches open around them.
It makes her gasp. Her thighs stutter to a slower pace. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream—then she gushes onto both of them.
The grip on Redd's scalp eases. Redd lifts his head from her thighs (not before licking at her cunt a few times to clean up what's left), mouth covered in her cream and slick. Ash's hands slip from her opening, and he shoves them into Redd's mouth. Obediently, he licks all the wetness from his fingers.
Redd isn't sure who shoves him into the pillows after that, but he's grateful for it anyway. There's no way he'd be able to move with how exhausted he is. Ash gives him a quick, chaste kiss to the lips. Then, he settles in the space next to Redd. His eyes rake over his body, admiring the marks he and Squiddo had left behind.
"You good?" he asks, tone much less firm than earlier. Put the bedroom-persona to bed, it seems.
Redd lazily hums in response. Ash takes it as a yes.
"I'm so tired, man," he groans out. It makes Squiddo giggle a little bit.
"You should try keeping up next time," he teases. His lips curl into that stupid grin of his. Redd wishes he had the energy to slap him with a pillow.
Ash takes notice of how Redd's thighs are still bleeding, along with his bruised-up neck. "We should probably clean that," he mutters to himself absent-mindedly. "Can you get the stuff?" he says to Squiddo, and she nods. She slips off the bed and through the door.
"You look like you got attacked by a wild animal." He laughs. It's in reference to all the marks on his body.
"I did," Redd responds matter-of-factly. It's not too far off from the truth.
Ash moves to lie in Redd's lap. Redd runs his fingers through his hair, long since out of its braid. There's a comfortable silence between them for a bit. It still smells like sex and blood in the room.
Eventually, Ash speaks up again, "When are you gonna let us turn you?" he deadpans. It makes Redd jump a bit.
Its not like they haven’t talked about it before, it’s just…
"I dunno—there's just…shit I still wanna do, y'know?"
Ash only nods in response.
That silence returns, much more awkward. Thankfully, it doesn't last long. Squiddo returns with bandages and a clean cloth. She climbs onto the bed as Ash gets off Redd's lap. Redd winces at the feeling of cold water touching his skin.
She covers the wounds in anti-bacterial ointment before wrapping them. Afterwards, she kisses the slope of his jaw, bandages being thrown somewhere haphazardly. Then, she moves to lie opposite Ash.
Gentle lips kiss at his temple. From whom, he doesn't know. He's not even sure he has a preference.
"You should sleep," Ash mutters, tracing over his collarbone, "You probably need it, anyway." Redd thinks about replying with something snarky, but decides against it—too much effort.
Squiddo laughs and settles in the crook of his neck, "It's comfy," she says. Redd isn't sure why she finds the blood and cum stained bed to be comfortable. "I wanna nap, too."
Redd's eyelids flutter shut as he melts against her touch. He yawns and rests his head against Ash's shoulder. As he drifts off, he can faintly hear Ash and Squiddo debate over whether she actually needs to sleep, since she's a vampire.
There's no place he'd rather be.
Anticipation bubbled within Redd as he tapped his foot. His boss called him to his office, and he’s sure what it’s about—Woogie. Speaking of which, he wonders where he is. The hospital, probably. Redd should stop by and say hi sometime. Even though he’d probably just scream at him to get out.
“Reddoons,” his boss said lowly. Redd’s mind immediately began scrolling through job postings.
"First of all, you're fired."
Ah, shit.