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Jisung squirms in Felix’s lap as their tongues tangled together on the floor. Streaks of blood littered their pale skin, having discarded their clothes sometime ago, they were a divine, and lewd, mess. Pulling away from the kiss, Jisung looks Felix over—he looks delicious. The blood they had shared has mostly ended up on Felix’s face, his beautiful freckled skin was made even more stunning with a layer of crimson on it. Jisung couldn’t let it go to waste.
Jisung surges forward and begins to lick Felix’s face clean—the blonde giggles beneath him. After licking the last bit of blood from along Felix’s jaw, Jisung moves to claim Felix’s lips as his own. It is a bruising kiss, filled with moans and panting from both parties. Jisung couldn’t get enough. He sucks Felix’s lower lip into his mouth and bites down—hard.
Felix takes a quick intake of breath just as Jisung begins sucking at his lip drawing out the blood, hungrily. In response, Felix smacks Jisung’s thigh as he pulls away to scold him, “Don’t be greedy.”
Jisung squirms in Felix’s lap as he pouts, “But you taste so good, inside—“ Jisung licks a stripe up Felix’s cheek, “and out,” he giggles.
“Baby, if you wanted a taste, all you had to do was ask,” Felix whispers into Jisung’s ear as he grabs a fist full of the brunette’s hair and pulls Jisung off his lap. Jisung gasps at the sudden change.
Before Felix could maneuver Jisung down to his leaking cock, Minho interrupts them. “Prep him, Lix,” he says breathily from the couch before Chan pulls Minho’s face back to his own.
“But neither of you are allowed to cum until we tell you,” Chan adds before giving Minho a quick kiss.
“Yes, Master” they respond in unison before Felix moves Jisung’s face down to his cock.
“Now, as I was saying,” Felix says in a growl to Jisung, “If you wanted a taste, all you had to do was ask.”
Chan hums as his eyes move back to the elder vampire in his lap, “Your sired is being especially bratty tonight, how do you deal with that on a regular basis?”
“Whips and chains, mostly.” Minho says with a cheeky grin, his fangs peeking out over his lower lip. “Halloween is my jagiya’s turning day, though, and I want to make it special for him, you know that,” Minho adds shyly. Chan hums appreciatively at Minho. He was well aware of the special circumstances around Jisung being turned and why it was important to Minho to make the day special to the younger.
Jisung was the only one of his coven that was turned without getting their permission, seeing as he was close to death by the time Minho had finally found him that night. Minho felt nothing but guilt because of it, now all Minho wanted to do was make the day about Jisung and do all the things that made him happy. Usually the things that made Jisung happy were music, blood, and lots of sex, typically in that order. Right now, however, all Chan wanted to do was give his second in command some attention, he would focus on Jisung afterwards.
“You look good enough to eat,” Chan muses darkly as he licks up Minho’s neck before sinking his own fangs into the elder’s throat. Minho responds with a broken moan. For Chan, human blood hasn’t been necessary for centuries but he enjoys renewing his bonds with his sired which includes feeding from them. Drinking deeply, Minho’s blood tastes like spring, fresh rain with a floral aftertaste. They must have fed on someone young before coming here, barely out of their teens, Chan thinks. Then he tastes the bitterness, “Ah, there it is,” Chan thinks as the alcohol burns the back of his tongue.
Lapping at the stray droplets from the wound, Chan lifts his head up to address Minho, “Did you find a newly legal human to feed from tonight at the club?”
Minho gives Chan a mischievous grin, “He was adorable, said he wanted to be a priest.” Minho’s smile darkens, “I want to corrupt him, can we?” he asks Chan. Chan laughs as he nods at Jisung and Felix on the floor —Felix currently choking Jisung on his thick cock—“Isn’t the one brat enough, Kitten?”
Minho whines at the pet name as he licks just above Chan’s clavicle, “Never.” He sinks his fangs into Chan’s neck—Chan tastes like the finest pinot noir he has ever had, with hints of raspberry, blackberry, and nutmeg, topped with a smokey accent. The pair of them moan in unison as Minho continues to drink, taking slightly more than necessary, but Chan has always been indulgent of his own sired, Minho especially.
Removing himself from Chan’s neck, Minho licks up his neck and jaw, licking at Chan’s plump lips before pulling away with a smirk. Chan cards his fingers through Minho’s dark hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Panting into the warmth of Chan’s mouth, Minho melts into the older. Chan nips at Minho’s lip before pulling away to look at the pair on the floor. Minho follows his gaze tutting just as Chan growls, “Felix, you were given instructions.”
“Seems I’m not the only one with a brat,” Minho chuckles fondly as they both watch Felix release his hold on Jisung’s head.
Jisung lifts himself off of Felix’s cock, now soaked in blood and spit, as he gasps for air. Wiping the tears from his cheeks, Jisung climbs back onto Felix’s lap. Using the blood and spit on Felix’s thick cock as lube, Jisung presses their cocks together. Wrapping his other hand around their cocks, not even able to close his hand around, he slowly starts to move.
It sends shivers up Felix’s spine, eliciting moans from the pair at the sensation. He ghosts his hands down Jisung’s small waist, making his way to the other’s plump ass, and lifts him slightly to get a handful. Jisung lets his head fall back with a moan as he ruts up into his own hand as Felix’s cock slips out of his grasp. Felix distracts Jisung by biting into his neck and taking his fill, letting blood drip down his throat and bare chest.
Using the blood and spit on his cock as lube, Felix lines up his cock with Jisung’s entrance and thrusts upward—without warning.
Jisung loses all control. His moan turns into a snarl as his head snaps forward to look at Felix as his fangs fully dislodge, his eyes turn a bright yellow, and his claws dig into Felix’s back. Felix returns the actions, if only to keep Jisung still. Jisung may love the pain but he needs to get used to the stretch. Not that Felix had any intention of moving, he just knew Jisung was a pain slut and he may or may not have forgotten to grab the lube like he was supposed to earlier.
“Now, where were we?” Chan moves Minho off his lap and places the other next to him on the couch. Minho looked like a disgruntled cat who had just been moved from a comfortable resting spot. Chan giggles as he moves between Minho’s legs on the floor.
“My cute little Kitten.”
Chan begins kissing up Minho’s right thigh, sucking little love marks along the way, until he finds what he is looking for. He bites hard into the artery, getting a hiss from the other, as the spring flavored blood floods Chan’s mouth again. He didn’t take much before he slides his tongue over the wound, instantly sealing it. Repeating the process on Minho’s left thigh, Chan continues teasing the younger for several long minutes.
“Master” Minho whines as he runs his hand through the chocolate curls of the older, “Please stop teasing me.”
“Sungie, come here, attend to your sire,” Chan says as he turns around to face the other pair.
Jisung, having regained his composure, hurriedly lifts himself off Felix, “Yes, Master,” and crawls over to Minho, to replace Chan.
“Felix, follow me.” Chan says darkly at the blonde—who visibly wilts at the tone in Chan’s voice.
“Yes, Daddy,” Felix responds pathetically as the pair leave the living room.
“Color?” Minho asks Jisung gently.
“Green,” Jisung says as he nuzzles up to Minho’s thigh.
“Going to be a good boy for me tonight?”
Jisung shrugs in response.
Minho quickly grabs Jisung by the jaw, piercing his claws into the younger, “Use your words,” he hisses.
Jisung’s eyes glint as he goes to open his mouth and instead of saying anything blows a loud, wet, raspberry in Minho’s face.
The retribution is immediate. Minho rakes his claws down Jisung’s chest. Five perfect lines, that flayes Jisung’s left pectoral—so deep blood doesn’t immediately rush to the surface. Minho could see the pink of the flesh below for a brief moment before the blood begins to pool in the wounds and spill over. He looks back up at Jisung whose eyes are closed as he bites his lip harshly trying not to make a sound.
“Look at me,” Minho demands angrily.
Jisung looks up at his Sire.
Minho leans back into the couch wiping his face, “On my lap,” he says bluntly.
Jisung stands up and straddles the elder to sit on his lap. He sits down on Minho’s lap lining their hardened cocks together as he places his hands on his thighs looking at Minho for further instruction. Minho presses one clawed hand into the dripping wounds as he uses the other to grip Jisung’s face to tilt it upward to better access the younger’s jaw. Minho watches as tears begin streaming down Jisung’s face.
“Act like that again and you won’t get what you asked for, do I make myself clear?” Minho asks authoritatively.
“Transparently, Sir,” Jisung hisses, trying not to voice how much pain he is in —or how aroused he is. Though his cock twitching against his stomach is more than enough indication.
“Good boy,” whispers Minho against Jisung’s neck. Minho removes his hand from Jisung’s sculpted chest, retracting his claws, as he simultaneously licks the wounds shut along Jisung’s jaw.
Minho kisses down Jisung’s neck, wrapping his arm around the younger’s back, as he dips him back to better access his chest and the remaining wounds. He does kitten licks around the wounds to clean up the blood dripping down the younger’s chest, but leaves the wounds to sear for a moment longer. Jisung lets his head fall back as a low moan leaves his mouth.
Minho glances up at the beautiful sight before him—Jisung’s taut neck, mouth slightly agape, with a ghost of a moan on the tip of his tongue—just as Minho presses his tongue flat against the wounds to begin closing them. He licks up each line slowly, taking his time to leave a soft kiss at the top of each one before moving to the next. As Minho kisses the top of the last mark and pulls him upright, Felix and Chan return.
“Now, I believe Master gave you an order, my love,” Minho leans back into the couch releasing his hold on Jisung.
“I don’t recall,” Jisung squirms in Minho’s lap before he belatedly adds, “Sir.”
Chan appears behind Jisung, grabbing a fistful of Jisung’s hair and yanking him off Minho’s lap and onto the floor.
“I recall telling you to service your Sire,” Chan hisses into Jisung’s ear, “So, why pray tell, did I walk into the room as he was servicing you?”
Jisung looks up at Minho attempting to figure out how he should respond.
“You know Master is far cruller than I am, my love, I don’t recommend playing your games if you wish to sleep—comfortably over the next few days.”
Chan tightens his grip in Jisung’s hair to lift him off the ground slightly and onto his knees.
“I—I was being punished, Master,” Jisung says through gritted teeth, “For being a brat.”
Chan tilts Jisung’s head further back forcing him to bend in an unnatural way to keep balance as Chan looks at the fresh scars on his chest.
“Those are very pretty,” Chan hums, “If you continue to be a brat, I will happily add more.”
“I’ll be good for both Master and Sir. I’ll be a good hole for Felix to use as well, I’m sorry,” Jisung quickly sobs out.
Chan releases Jisung, letting him drop to his hands and knees on the floor, pathetically.
“I won’t repeat myself,” Chan says to Jisung as he takes a seat next to Minho.
Jisung crawls between Minho’s legs, taking up the position he was supposed to be in originally. Minho’s cock has been reduced to a semi- without any real stimulation over the past few minutes, Jisung takes full advantage of the situation. He greedily takes the whole thing into his mouth, laying his tongue flat on the shaft to guide it as it begins to fill his mouth. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Jisung sucks harshly, pulling a whimper from Minho as he makes out with Chan above him.
Chan snaps his finger at Felix and points down at Jisung. Felix quickly remembers his own task after watching the mouth-watering sight over the last minute. He drops to his hands and knees with the bottle of lube to move behind Jisung.
Felix gives Jisung a light tap on his thigh, Jisung repositions to present himself to Felix.
“Fuck,” Felix moans, “How is your ass so fucking perfect Sung? I just want to devour it.”
Jisung hums his appreciation to the compliment as Chan pushes his head down Minho’s cock further. Lewd sounds begin to fill the room as Chan chokes Jisung on Minho’s cock, Minho and Chan makeout messily above the younger, and Felix devours Jisung’s entrance like the sweetest ice cream he has ever tasted. They haven’t even gotten to the best part and they were already a mess of limbs, moans, and various body fluids.
Felix makes quick work of getting three fingers into Jisung as Chan pulls Jisung’s head off of Minho. “Ready?” Chan asks the younger in a gruff voice.
“Yes, Master,” Jisung responds in a hoarse whisper.
“Kitten, on your back.”
“Yes, Master,” Minho says to Chan as they reposition themselves on the couch.
Jisung wastes no time in crawling up Minho, kissing his way up to the elder’s neck as he whispers into his ear “I love you,” breaking the scene slightly.
Minho doesn’t immediately answer, instead he pulls Jisung into a heated kiss, pre-cum, saliva, and blood mixing between them. As Minho separates them, “I love you too, jagi, always,” he says as he rubs a thumb across Jisung’s cheek to wipe the tears away. Jisung smiles as he sinks down on the elder’s cock, throwing his head back in a pleased moan, as he uses a mix of the saliva, blood, and lube already in his own entrance to ease the slide.
While Jisung slowly rides Minho, Chan sits at the end of the couch with Felix between his own legs leisurely licking up Chan’s shaft.
“Now Felix, because you forgot the lube earlier, you won’t get a turn with our Sungie but if he is feeling generous maybe you can fuck his face.”
“Please, Master, I jus’ wanna be full.” Jisung whines as Minho fucks up into him, picking up his pace.
“Cl-close, sir” Jisung stutters out.
“Aw, baby, you know the rules, if you cum, it all ends.” Minho says with a devilish grin.
Jisung quickly grabs his own cock tightening his grip around the shaft to prevent himself from coming. Minho slows down slightly, to give Jisung some reprieve as well.
“Wan’ Lixie,” Jisung whines as he slips further into the comfort of his sub space.
“Aww, poor needy thing,” Chan coos, as he lifts Felix’s head up from his cock, “Go keep his mouth busy, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Felix says as he stands up to make his way over to the other end of the couch.
Felix places one leg on the couch just above Minho’s head, and the other on the ground as he works himself back up to full standing for Jisung.
Jisung begins whining and making grabby hands at Felix, “Please,” he says with tears in his eyes.
“Of course Sungie, it’s all yours.” Felix says with a smirk.
Jisung wastes no time as he immediately sinks down on Felix’s cock, making the blonde release a deep moan.
Chan spreads Minho’s legs as he is presented with the view of Minho fucking up into Jisung. His mouth waters at the sight. He leans down and licks up Minho’s scrotum, his partially exposed shaft, and over Jisung’s stretched out rim. Earning him blissed out hisses from the pair. Placing his hands on Jisung’s waist to stop him from moving any more and to get his attention, Chan asks the younger, “Color?”
Pulling off Felix, Jisung responds wetly, “Green, please Master wan’ you.”
Chan chuckles at the younger as Jisung goes back to sucking Felix off. Minho says through gritted teeth to Chan, “Getting close, Master.”
Chan removes his hands from Jisung’s waist, bending over to pick up the abandoned bottle of lube on the floor. He coats both hands in the lube, using one hand to tightly grip the base of Minho’s cock, while he rubs his other hand around Jisung’s stretched rim, coating it in lube. He gets deep groans from all in front of him, making him smirk.
Chan slides a finger up Minho’s shaft, putting pressure on it to make room for his finger alongside Minho in Jisung. The reaction from Jisung is almost immediate as the head of Minho’s cock puts direct stimulation to his prostate. Jisung stutters and cries out, removing his head from Felix’s cock.
“Aww poor baby, remember no coming until Master tells you,” Felix says as he grabs a fistful of Jisung’s hair and shoves him back down onto his cock.
“The same goes for you, sweetheart,” Chan says to Felix as he adds another finger into Jisung.
Minho begins moving again slowly fucking in and out of Jisung alongside Chan’s hand, stretching the younger open.
“Daddy,” Felix whines less than a minute later as Jisung takes out his pent up frustration about not being able to cum on making sure Felix does. Jisung sucks harshly and wetly around the blonde’s cock, choking on it as he takes as much in his mouth as he can.
Using the other lubed hand to cover his own cock in the slick substance, Chan positions himself over Jisung and Minho to kiss Felix. As he pulls away he whispers into Felix’s mouth, “Cum for me baby.”
Felix immediately cums down Jisung’s throat, the brunette swallowing on instinct with some white slipping out of his mouth in the process. Minho surges forward to help clean up the mess licking at the corner of Jisung’s mouth, tasting Felix for himself. With a few quick jerks, Felix finishes and removes his cock from Jisung’s mouth. He leans down to lick a small bit of his own release off Jisung’s face and gives him a quick kiss as he says, “You were the most perfect little hole for me.” Jisung whines at the praise.
With Jisung distracted, Chan lines himself up alongside Minho and pushes into the younger one slowly until he bottoms out. Jisung cries out in pleasure, slumping onto Minho. Minho doesn’t continue moving, letting the younger get used to the stretch of having two cocks inside of him.
“Puh-le-zz” Jisung slurs out.
Chan and Minho make eye contact before latching onto either side of Jisung’s neck, drinking deeply, as they both fuck into Jisung harshly. The younger screams out, his vision going white and his body feeling like electricity is coursing through it as he cums untouched between his and Minho’s chests. Slumping into the elder as he takes a few breaths Jisung lifts his head to whisper, “Use me,” into Minho’s ear. Minho and Chan simultaneously release from Jisung’s neck, quickly lick his wounds closed, and slow their pace.
Chan bites into his own wrist, as Minho picks up the younger's head from his shoulder.
“Jagiya, you have done so well for me, let Master feed you,” Minho coos at Jisung who obediently opens his mouth to allow Chan to press his wrist to it. Jisung drinks like he is starving, greedily taking whatever he wants. Chan lets Jisung latch onto his arm and begins fucking into him at a brutal pace. Minho matches the pace he sets making it nearly impossible for Jisung to not moan out in pleasure and release Chan’s wrist from his mouth.
Having regained some of his stamina from his Master, Jisung perks up to start kissing Minho. Before he makes it to his Sire’s face, however, Chan yanks Jisung flush against his hard chest by the younger’s hair.
“Lets give your Sire a show,” Chan whispers in Jisung’s ear. Chan licks up Jisung’s neck as he places the younger’s head on his shoulder, giving Minho a fantastic view of the younger being absolutely ruined on top of him. Minho digs his claws into Jisung’s thighs, causing the younger to whimper. Jisung is stretched beyond anything he has ever been before with Chan at an angle behind him and Minho underneath. The pace is still brutal and Jisung is not far from coming for a second time.
Chan glides his hand down the younger’s waist, sliding his wrist along Jisung’s shaft coating it in blood, and then tightly grips his leaking cock, using Jisung’s own cum and Chan’s blood as lubricant. He barely gives it a few strokes before he tells Jisung, “Cum for us.” With a sudden jerk of his body Jisung paints Minho’s chest white with a silent scream as his eyes roll back and his head lays against Chan’s shoulder.
Minho is barely holding on, “Master,” he pants out.
“You too, Kitten.”
Jisung feels the warmth fill him almost immediately, moaning at the additional sensation.
Chan isn’t far behind as he lets Minho’s release coat his own throbbing cock adding extra slide to his push. He quickly fills Jisung up with most of it sliding out and onto the couch.
“You did so well for us, Hannie, how are you feeling?” Chan asks sweetly as he places the younger gently on Minho’s chest, who wraps his arms around him tightly, and pulls out of the younger slowly.
“‘m all floaty—and sticky,” Jisung slurs, as he snuggles into Minho further.
Minho coos as he rubs Jisung’s back. Chan pulls out completely and sees the absolute mess of the living room and groans, “May as well burn and replace everything in the morning.”
“Here,” Felix says next to Chan as he hands him a warm washcloth to clean himself with. While Chan and Minho finished with Jisung, Felix began to prepare for the clean up, having grabbed a couple warm washcloths, and started a warm bath for Minho and Jisung.
“Thank you sweetheart, next time, don’t forget the lube and maybe you can enjoy it thoroughly too,” Chan says as he boops Felix on the nose.
Felix scrunches his nose up and sticks out his tongue. “You get Minho and I’ll get Jisung?”
“Yup.”
Felix picks the limp Jisung off Minho and carries him bridal style. Jisung wraps his arms around Felix’s neck as they walk towards the bathroom, Felix coos at him as he snuggles into the blonde.
Minho stretches and reaches for a washcloth but Chan tuts him saying, “Let me help.” Minho blushes as he settles on sitting up, letting Chan wipe him down.
“Jisung isn’t the only one who needs to be taken care of today. That day was difficult for you as well,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“I—just don’t want him to regret the choice I made for him,” Minho says softly, “I don’t want him to feel an obligation towards me.”
Chan places the used washcloth on the couch to give his undivided attention to Minho, “You know that’s not how it works, Kitten. He loves you just as desperately as you love him. He would have made the decision on his own eventually anyway.”
Chan chuckles as he adds, “Personally, I think he just milks today to get whatever he wants knowing you won’t deny him anything.”
Minho rolls his eyes as he petulantly whines, “That’s not true, I’ve denied him before.”
“No, I denied him,” Chan says seriously, “You said you would try to figure out how to convince Jihyo and her pack to take part when she point blank refused. You were willing to destroy a millennia old pact just so Jisung would be happy.”
“Oh, I forgot that part,” Minho states sheepishly.
“How convenient for you because she likes to remind me at least once a year,” Chan says with a laugh as he moves to cage Minho in on the couch.
Minho looks up as Chan pins him to the couch with a fond smile, “You did well today.” Chan gives Minho a soft kiss as he continues, “And stop worrying about how Jisung feels about you and what happened, because I know he would destroy the world for you if you asked.”
Chan gets off the couch releasing Minho, “Now go cuddle him, you both need it.”
Minho gets up with a smirk and starts making his way to the bathroom before Chan realizes what he said and quickly adds, “Don’t ask him to actually do that, please, I don’t want to clean up the mess.”
Minho huffs out a laugh before he turns to face Chan before exiting the room, “Oh, uh don’t go in the guest room, Jeongin is passed out there.”
Chan looks at Minho confused, “Who is Jeongin?”
“The wannabe priest I said I wanted to corrupt earlier.”
“You brought him back to our house? What the fuck, Minho?!”
Minho laughs as he says, “He was incredibly drunk but refused to tell us where he lived and we didn’t feel right just leaving him at the bar. We didn’t do anything to him, well besides feed from him. But that was with his sober consent, I promise!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Chan sighs as he rubs his forehead with one hand and waving Minho off with the other, “Go, just go.”
Minho smiles and almost skips out of the room.