Don't Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs

A/N: *grins* Thank you so much for your reviews, the muse is a happy boy. Things escalate into the NC17 category from here on in...


Never Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs: Part 3


All of the sudden, Angelo stops his caressing and disengages from Neith. A moment later, I hear and smell what Angelo already sensed a moment before me.

We\'re about to have company.

Neith blinks, tucking himself back inside his briefs and pulling his jeans back up. \"What the fuck?\"

\"I don\'t do audiences,\" is all Angelo says, then grins. \"Present company excepted, of course.\"

\"But there\'s no one else here,\" Arian protests, not happy that I\'m not kissing and licking his chest anymore.

Angelo has no patience. \"Have it your own way. You want to fuck around in here by yourselves, that\'s your choice. You want to bed me? We do it somewhere private. Your place, my place, I don\'t give a fuck.\"

\"Is he always such a primadonna?\" Neith asks me, as if I\'m letting him in on a secret.

I laugh. \"Always.\"

Arian looks to Angelo, then to me. Then back and forth between us. \"You two know each other?\" he asks in surprise.

\"Mmm-hmmm,\" Angelo replies. \"Quite well.\"

Just then a boy comes barreling through the door and even though Neith\'s clothes are back in place and Arian has pulled his shirts down, it\'s pretty damned obvious that the four of us were messing around not too long ago and he gives us a look of contempt before bustling over to one of the urinals.

A look that I know will set Angelo off and I\'m not at all disappointed. \"Upset you\'re not getting any, honeychild?\" Angelo singsongs to the boy as he shakes his cock dry.

The boy puts his dick away and whirls around to face Angelo. \"Shut the fuck up!\"

Angelo advances upon him. \"Make me, babycakes.\" Then he smirks. \"Or maybe that\'s what you want to do, sweet thing.\"

His taunting pushes just the right buttons, yeah, Angelo has a gift for that. \"Oh I\'ll make you, you little dickwad!\" the boy snarls before swinging at Angelo.

Only for Angelo to seize the boy\'s wrist before the first punch lands. \"You\'re lucky that I\'m in a generous mood tonight, dim-dim,\" Angelo says cheerfully. \"I could rip your arm off your body but instead I\'ll just do this.\" He squeezes, then violently wrenches the boy\'s arm downwards; snapping his arm so it dangles uselessly from his shoulder before releasing him.

The tang of the boy\'s fear mixed with the sexual excitement radiating from the twins at Angelo\'s little show of force hits me like a tidalwave and it reminds me that I haven\'t really eaten yet. I\'m gonna have to fix that real soon. But not here. Not yet.

The boy runs out of the men\'s room in complete terror and Arian grins at Angelo. \"Nice,\" is all he says but the emotion behind it is obvious.

\"You get off on violence,\" Angelo observes aloud.

Both twins do. Neith is flaring with just as much arousal and knows that Angelo isn\'t about to do anything about it as long as we stay here. \"Our car is parked in the back. Let\'s go back to our place.\"

Car? \"I thought your place was only a few blocks away,\" I protest.

Neith grins wickedly. \"We like the scenic route.\"

We leave the club and get into their car, Neith and Arian in the front, Angelo and me in the back and as Neith drives, Angelo whispers in my ear, \"They\'re perfect, aren\'t they?\" before biting my earlobe.

I\'m still pissed off at Angelo for pushing MY buttons before so I ignore his attempt to sweeten me.

(Don’t be that way,) Angelo murmurs, nuzzling my hair.

It\'s hard to stay mad at Angelo, especially when his lips are trailing down to my neck. But I\'m not gonna let him get off easy. (Are you gonna stop your bitchy hissy fit?)

Angelo does not like to be told off so I figure he\'s gonna get irritated but to my surprise, he turns my head to the side. (Yes,) he says before his lips seize mine and before long I\'m melting with his kiss.

Moments later, Angelo straddles my lap and his quick fingers have unbuttoned my shirt; his lips working their magic. So much so, that it takes me a little while to realize that the soft sucking noises I\'m hearing are not only from Angelo\'s mouth on my throat. They\'re coming from the front of the car.

I wonder....

The back seat, along with Angelo\'s head, is blocking my view but I cock my head a bit so I can see the front a little better. What I see makes me gasp even before Angelo\'s teeth sink into my neck. And if I had any doubts about the twins\' idea of \"brotherly love,\" they\'ve just been completely quelled.

Arian is driving but I don\'t know how he can concentrate on the road with Neith crouched down between his legs, obviously sucking him off. And no doubt, they probably hear Angelo and think he\'s doing the same thing; instead of sucking and lapping at my blood. Between that and his frenetic grinding, I\'m gone; my fangs are completely unsheathed and my bloodlust is rapidly rising.

I know I\'m breathing real heavy and I\'m so tempted to literally tear Angel Boy\'s catsuit off his body but I know he wouldn\'t appreciate it just yet. So instead I do the next best thing, letting my teeth sink into his throat and arch my hips up to match his grinding.

Now we\'re both breathing heavy as we Share blood while we Share pleasure and since Angelo has reopened the bloodbond, the ecstasy we\'ll experience when we Share kills later will be multiplied tenfold. We grind in rhythm to our sucking, going faster and faster until we growl deep in our throats as we climax together.

Arian isn\'t far behind us, coming with a loud cry, with Neith following moments later.

Angelo and I kiss passionately, tasting each other and licking each other\'s mouth clean of any blood that remains. The car stops abruptly with a jolt. \"We\'re here,\" Neith announces, nonchalantly moving from between his brother\'s legs.

The four of us get out of the car and make our way through the turnstile doors of their apartment building. I don\'t have to know this area to recognize that the twins have beaucoup bucks. The doorman is the first clue. So is the leather furniture in the lobby, hell it\'s more like a hotel than an apartment building.

Of course, the twins have a penthouse apartment. One glass elevator ride and we\'re there.

I figure that as soon as we\'re all nice and comfy in their living room, we\'ll all have hot and steamy sex but apparently Angelo has other ideas. \"You like the undead?\" he asks Arian out of the blue the moment the door is shut and we\'ve already had the invite inside.

Arian grins. \"Why do you say that?\"

\"You and your brother pretend to be undead.\"

\"The look is wicked sexy,\" Neith replies, \"beautiful. Like Weasel,\" he adds, stroking my cheek.

Angelo\'s dark eyes gleam with cold amusement. \"Do you know what it\'s like to be unliving? Not alive. Not dead.\"

Neith is the smarter of the two twins and his eyes narrow. \"I\'m getting the feeling you think you do,\" he says.

Angelo is playing a very dangerous game but danger and risk turn him on as much as it apparently turns on the twins. \"Perhaps. And perhaps you should just stick to your gothy fashions. It\'s safer.\"

\"If you know so much, show us,\" Arian demands.

Angelo grins at them, letting his eyes glow red and exposing his fangs just long enough for them to wonder if their eyes are playing tricks on them. \"If you insist. But you see,\" his grin becomes more evil than playful, \"I need to get Weasel and me something to eat first.\"

(You need to what?!) I Nightspeak in shock.

(Don\'t worry about it,) is all Angelo will say.

Arian is more than a bit nonplussed as well. \"Can\'t that wait?\"

\"Not if I\'m gonna show you what you want so badly to see.\" He gives a little wave, then makes his dramatic exit, phasing out slowly so the twins can see him turn to mist before he passes through the front door.

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