PARALLEL: Hunter

[Trillian]

Ben watched as Kerr fumbled and made tiny sounds of pain, though they sounded more like sounds of pain escaping his body rather than his voluntarily making them. With his questions, Ben realised Kerr had thought them gone. He'd found the ring on Kerr's finger when he'd been washing that hand, and because of everything downstairs, knew it was the reason Ben couldn't see into his head. It was a combination of frustrating and refreshing, similar to what he experienced with Lazarus because his sire was particular about Ben speaking telepathically to him, wanting it kept to a minimum. Ben hadn't made an attempt to take the ring off.

He liked that warm hand on his, holding him lightly enough so that he could still move in swirls. He got very close to Kerr's flaccid penis before moving aside and washing the tops of his legs, slowly moving to his inner thigh.

Softly, a little louder than on breath, he spoke to Kerr (and ignored his questions). "If you take a little blood from my wrist, it will heal you. Might give you a slight boost, as well," he said. Then he added, "temporarily."

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr’s nose wrinkled but he wasn’t game to move any more than that - nor even open his eyes. “Drink your blood?” he asked quietly, vaguely disgusted by the thought of it.

Still, he was in a great deal of pain and it was tempting - he might start thinking straight. This diminished state didn’t allow him much of a defense against Ben, not when all he wanted was to stay still and float until everything went away. He was lucid enough to recognise that that wasn’t very smart with a vampire bathing him and another even more dangerous one prowling around nearby.

“And it wouldn’t turn me into a vampire, right? Promise?” he asked childishly, unsure that he should trust Ben on this but haviing a vague memory of hearing this was possible. Some groupie somewhere had told someone once that vampire blood healed you and gave you a high of some sort. His thoughtful tone declared that he wouldn’t take much convincing.

[Trillian]

"I promise," Ben said. The hand that wasn't on Kerr's thigh moved to his mouth, and he pressed his inner wrist down on his fang before moving it rapidly along, slicing it open in a way that wouldn't heal too quickly. He winced at the pain of it, aware of the blood that ran down his arm. He quickly pressed it against Kerr's lips for him to swallow, knowing that it wouldn't taste like human blood. It had been a long time since he'd fed on it, for his making was a distant memory, but he recalled that the very first drop had tasted like salted milk and then it had changed as he'd taken from Lazarus more and more, each swallow effectively becoming more glorious. Ben wouldn't let it go too far - it couldn't anyway, his skin would mend beneath Kerr's mouth, cutting him off after a minute or so.

As Kerr first tasted, Ben waited for him to latch on. Once that happened, Ben returned to washing - stroking Kerr's thighs, wondering if Kerr's hand upon him would guide him elsewhere.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr opened his eyes when the bloody wrist was pressed to his lips, though he still couldn’t see much of anything. Because he was keeping movement to a minimum, his hands stayed beneath the water and he just moved his lips against the cool skin. Detecting a rivulet of blood, his tongue chased it down, lapping gently, if hesitantly... at first.

He’d expected the coppery bitterness he associated with the taste of his own blood but that wasn’t what he tasted at all. It was more viscous than he expected; it reminded him of salted, unsweetened honey. The more he drank, the sweeter it seemed to become and then another funny thing happened - he was able to see. Eyes widening, he turned his head and not only could he see Ben clearly (though it was like he was out in the moonlight, everything cast in a whitish blue glow), it didn’t hurt!

He unlatched from the wrist and looked at it in wonder. “It’s closed,” he breathed, then looked back at Ben. The pain was gone and in its place, his veins were beginning to hum, like his blood had figured out how to sing as it seeped through him. “I feel wonderful,” he added, grinning. “It wasn’t just a story!” His delight was obvious but his expression stuttered as he looked into Ben’s eyes.

“Your eyes are amazing,” he whispered before he reached up and clasped his hands either side of Ben’s face, uncaring that he dripped water everywhere. He pulled him close and pressed his closed lips to the vampire’s, tensing momentarily when he felt a spark explode between them. He giggled; that hadn’t happened when they kissed in the club. His lips fell out of the smile and into another kiss, opening and closing first over Ben’s lower lip and then his upper before he pulled back.

“Thank you,” he breathed, amazed at just how... well, amazing Ben looked just then. He could barely stop looking up at him, so caught up in the moment was he. Everything felt brilliant.

[Trillian]

Lazarus had heard the hunter cry out his name and was strolling upstairs to see what would pass. He dawdled in the corridor as he heard Ben speak about his blood, promising it wouldn't sire the mortal. Pfft. Mortals were daft creatures. At the low spoken conversation and sounds of kissing and tiny splashes, he figured they would graduate to the bed. He didn't want to miss the show so he moved the armchair that was against the wall into the corner - Ben was sure to hear, but he didn't comment on it - and sat upon it, getting comfy. Maybe the hunter would see him straight away, maybe he wouldn't. As long as the show went on, Lazarus didn't care.

Ben leant further forward to better press a kiss onto Kerr's lips, their passion obvious even before he started caressing Kerr's thighs, eventually working his way onto the stiffening member and then stroking it slowly and firmly. He pulled back after hearing Lazarus setting himself up to watch and figured it would be a good idea to perform for him to get him on side. He wanted Kerr to come with them, and it was looking that way, and it would be indulgent to have two lovers with him.

He stood, pulling away from Kerr and stepping back from the tub, unbuttoning his shirt but wanting Kerr to take it off him. If Kerr didn't leave the tub straight away, Ben would take another step back, toeing off his shoes and kicking them aside, unbuttoning his jeans but not unzipping them because he didn't want them to fall off his hips. He could see Lazarus peripherally but didn't look his way. The bed was at Ben's back.

"What about now, Kerr? Do you want me on my knees now?"

Lazarus' smile was broad and he unfastened his own jeans and shoved a hand down them to hold himself.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr likened the feelings he was experiencing to being tipsy. It was as if he’d had one beer too many to drive but not enough to completely throw everything off kilter. He felt energised but relaxed and everything was wonderful - brighter, louder, more intense. Intellectually, he knew he shouldn’t be encouraging Ben, that he should probably be keeping his distance so that it was easier to pull away when the time came but... there was a sense of inevitability about all this, too.

He’d wanted to fuck him since they met in the club and the temptations he’d endured in the past twenty-four hours had only enhanced that desire. Being cured of all ills by drinking vampire blood felt like a cheat but it also made the thought of doing sexual things with someone who no longer had a heartbeat more palatable. Who was he kidding? The unnaturalness of it had always been a draw and why should he bother putting up a fight now? The kidnapping was done, he was Ben’s prisoner now, technically.

When Ben pulled away, Kerr whimpered, bereft of the vampire’s touch on his cock and his mouth all at once. He stood up, water cascading off him dramatically; in his heightened state, it felt like an infinite caress. Stepping somewhat clumsily over the edge of the tub, he scrunched his toes as he found the bathmat, finding it soft to the point of tickling. He looked around for a towel as Ben retreated towards the bedroom a step, getting rid of his shoes and then offering to get on his knees.

Kerr grinned ruefully at him. “I reckon I want you anyway I can get you,” he admitted, swiping the towel over his body in the most cursory manner he’d ever ‘dried’ himself, before tossing the towel aside and advancing on Ben. It was such a terrible idea to do this, he knew it, but he was unable to fight it. He grabbed Ben by the hips, pressing his thickened cock to his clothed groin and wriggling meaningfully.

As his hands slid around to cup Ben’s ass and he leaned forward to capture his mouth in another kiss, movement from the corner of his advanced-visioned eye caught his attention and he jumped. “What? Who... Lazarus?!” he guessed, stepping sideways in an effort to put Ben between he and the ancient, attempting to hide his nakedness. Since he was quite a bit taller and broader than Ben, he could only hide the most important bits. “Hi?” he said to Lazarus, blushing when he saw where the other’s hand was.

[Trillian]

Ben had intended on dropping to his knees when Kerr approached... before he could even reach out and touch him. He was momentarily distracted observing Kerr's naked body gleaming its wetness, sorry that Kerr had bothered with a towel at all. What did it matter if he dripped on the floor? He looked delicious.

And then naked Kerr was upon him, pressing firmly and holding him close. The discovery of his sire gave them both pause, and Ben didn't shift, lest he spook Kerr.

"Indeed," Lazarus cooed in silken tones. "Please, continue." With his free hand he gestured towards them. Ben laughed softly and sank to his knees, turning and reaching for Kerr's engorged cock at the same time. The motion was fluid and before Kerr could understand what had even happened, Ben was holding him at the base of his shaft while licking and sucking on the head, peering up at him. Because his back was to Lazarus, his sire wouldn't have a good view but he wasn't about to force too much on Kerr all at once.

Lazarus, unable to watch Ben's performance, looked at Kerr's face instead, to see how his progeny was affecting him. He didn't have to guess when Ben devoured Kerr's full length, that much was obvious in Kerr's expression. Imagining and remembering Ben's mouth upon him, Lazarus freed himself from his jeans all the better to stroke himself with.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr felt frozen in place, unwilling to move away from Ben, scared to anger Lazarus by asking him to leave. His blush felt like fire emblazoning his face but then Ben knelt before him and the warmth moved lower, swirling across his skin, lighting it up with tingles and goosebumps. Ben’s mouth and throat were exactly as tight and wonderful as he’d anticipated, not at all cold or inhuman.

Oh, Gods...

It felt like he was a flame, a beacon of lust and sensuality, alive and beautiful and so, so aroused.  He’d never been so hard, so needy, so filled with emotion. What the fuck was the vampire blood even doing to him? The thought was fleeting because Ben’s tongue undulated beneath his cock just then and he shuddered as it travelled deep into his balls, drawing on them.

“Fuck,” he whispered in awe, running his fingers through Ben’s hair until he got a grip on his head much like the one Ben had had on him earlier in the evening. It seemed a lifetime ago and also as if there’d been nothing meaningful in his life until this moment. “Jesus. You’re going to make me cum so hard if you keep that up,” he warned, his muscles beginning to bunch. He shifted his feet apart and bent his knees, bracing himself as he got closer to his climax.

The way he was feeling right now, he would cum and be ready to go again in about two minutes.

[Trillian]

Ben took Kerr deep into his throat and held himself there, massaging Kerr's cock as he mimicked swallowing, letting his muscles ripple along the mortal's length. He could only imagine what such a thing was like - Lazarus had never felt obligated to return the favour after Ben had shown him that trick as well. It always worked wonders.

He sent a message to Lazarus: Use your celerity so he doesn't see you move the knife off the bed, then you can taste him on my kiss. He might let you join us if we do that.

Lazarus purred, liking the effect Kerr was having on Ben. He would keep the hunter around for that, if nothing else. But still, he didn't like the idea of that asshole moving around when they were daylight sleeping. It was true enough that he and Ben could both avoid having to succumb to it (Ben having a much harder time of it even though he was training himself to), but it made Lazarus cranky if he didn't get it too many days in a row - even if he had a playmate to entertain him.

Lazarus tucked himself back into his pants before he rapidly took the knife and put it under the bed before returning to his chair. Kerr might have seen a blur, but that would be all, even with his enhanced vision. Lazarus stood and waited for Kerr to orgasm down Ben's throat before he slowly prowled to them. Ben released Kerr's dick after drinking what had poured into him, then rose to his feet, sliding a hand up Kerr's naked chest but looking at his sire, who was taller than both of them. Lazarus ducked his head and kissed Ben in front of the mortal who he'd just sucked off, and the elder murmured his pleasure at Ben's desire to include him.

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a plastic tube that looked like a short toothpaste, but it was lube. He offered it to Kerr, then Ben, then back to Kerr and back to Ben, before asking: "Or should I use it on myself, to slide into whoever's willing?" He eyed Kerr, wanting to drive it hard into this fucker for stealing Ben away and putting him in danger, but Ben took the lube.

"You're just watching for now, Lazarus. Until Kerr says yes to you," Ben said. Lazarus grunted his discontent but retreated to his armchair. He lost his jeans on the way and sprawled into it naked from the waist down, holding himself again and waiting for the games to begin.

Ben eyed Kerr, who looked a little overwhelmed at what had just happened in front of him.

"So do you want to wait a bit and drive yourself deep inside of me? Or feel what it's like for me to plunge into you?" Ben said, and moved in to lick Kerr's lips. "We have hours before the sun is up, and I want to tire you out."

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr was thoroughly intimidated by Lazarus, wishing he wasn’t there because he was so shy in his presence. He was so old yet he seemed like any other horny guy interested in a threesome, it was disconcerting in its relative normalcy. To hide his feelings, he cast only surreptitious looks the ancient’s way and kept his gaze mostly on Ben. He was relieved when Lazarus moved back to his chair, even if he was now rocking out with his cock well out, too.

“You deserve to be rewarded after that,” he said humbly, gripping Ben’s chin and lapping playfully at his lips in return. “Fuck me,” he entreated subserviently, pushing Ben’s shirt off his shoulders and running his warm hands all over his chest and back.

It became easy enough then to ignore Lazarus’ presence while he undressed Ben. He still felt shaky and euphoric after his amazing orgasm but it inspired him to worship Ben accordingly. He licked and kissed his torso, nibbling here, swirling his tongue there, brushing his hands across Ben’s pants and cupping him to tease before undressing his lower half for similar attentions with his mouth.

Once Ben was naked, Kerr yanked the covers off the bed and lay him down, pressing the length of his body against him. He kissed him languorously, his hands roving, squeezing and stroking before his mouth lowered to suck Ben properly.

Briefly, he thought about the fact that Lazarus was getting a good view of his ass while he toyed with Ben but then the younger vampire took charge and started preparing Kerr for sex and he was distracted again. He lay on his side and arched back against Ben as fingers moved inside him, scissoring expertly and causing his invigorated cock to twitch already.

“You’re so good,” he sighed, squirming against Ben like a cat in heat. He supposed doing nothing much but fucking willing boys for a hundred and seventy-three years had to result in some truly expert skills and he shouldn’t be surprised but he was. And thankful. His hands reached behind him, grabbing for Ben’s hip, panting and grunting as he encouraged him to progress their union.

[Trillian]

Ben opened the packet and slickened his fingers and then his own throbbing cock, eager to experience Kerr, surprised that he would be willing to allow the power of a vampire into him. Ben had thought that Kerr would.be most comfortable the other way but this was going to be a pleasure he would relish. He sensed rather than saw Lazarus stand from the armchair once more, and knew what was coming. He was glad he'd saved some of the lube.

Let me be inside him on my own for a bit, Ben requested, not wanting to split his focus with Kerr to begin with. Lazarus was being greedy, not allowing him his own experience but he supposed he might have given his sire a scare and needed to make it up to him in some way. Plus, he was asking for a lot, to let their hunter join them.

Ben exchanged fingers for cock, gliding in smoothly because he'd worked Kerr's body well. Just near the end, as he almost entered to his full length, did he meet resistance. Slowly he pushed that little bit farther, eliciting a groan from Kerr before he remained as he was for Kerr to grow used to the feel of him. He started moving, passing the lube to Lazarus when he got close enough but not watching his sire or paying any attention to him as he slowly thrust in and out of Kerr.

It was glorious. His movements became a little more erratic as wet fingers entered him from behind, causing him to gasp and pump Kerr. He did enjoy being in the middle, and it had been a while since he’d allowed it. Lazarus placed his fingers into a position where he could merely hold them in place and Ben slid in and out of them while also doing the same with Kerr. It was heady and euphoric.

Knowing that Lazarus would be entering him soon, Ben moved forward to kiss and lick Kerr's neck, his arm a steel bar on Kerr's chest and fingers once again gripping what strands of his hair as well as he could. He prepared Kerr for the bite as well as he could and slid his fangs into his neck an instant before Lazarus thrust into him. Pleasure and pain rolled together and he grunted even as he drank, closing off the wounds after only a light drink, just enough for Kerr not to notice or care that there was another with them on the bed.

Ben matched Lazarus' thrusts, moving back to meet him as he drove forward, feeling like an extension of his sire's cock, drifting on the pleasure of their sex. He was close to orgasm and announced it. Lazarus took this as a cue to pick up the pace, hammering himself into Ben and driving the trio's sexual pace until first came Ben's arrival, followed by Lazarus after another half minute. Lazarus didn't care about the mortal but he was sure that there would have been another orgasm in there too.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr sighed his pleasure as Ben withdrew his fingers and slid into him, keeping his own hands away from his fattening cock so he'd last longer. Slow at first, it felt like his heart was jumping hurdles because every time Ben pushed his dick into his ass, the power of it shivered throughout his body and he held his breath until Ben pulled back and dragged another guttural sigh from him. On the heels of the best headjob of his life, the fuck had him quaking with lust from the beginning.

When Ben buried himself to his hilt, Kerr groaned loudly, relishing the feel of his balls being nudged and ground by Ben's as he performed a neat little circle to check Kerr was okay with him that far inside. "Fuck me," Kerr sighed, no longer able to resist encircling his own cock with a hand as Ben took up the challenge and settled into a rhythm he could stroke and get lost in. The sound of slapping flesh and the particular squelch of a lubed dick being squeezed into a tight, receptive hole was a music that he'd never fully appreciated until his hearing was enhanced.

At first, he didn't understand why Ben's pace faltered when he began to pump into him in earnest but the added noises of wet, lubed digits sliding and slurping in and out of a fuckhole that wasn't his clued him in soon enough. Kerr shuddered helplessly, believing he was being fucked by two vampires, the penetration passing through Ben and into him. "Fuuuuck," he grunted, closing his hand around the bottom of his cock and squeezing, staying well away from the tip so he didn't blow his load. He tried not to think too hard about what was happening but it was very difficult not to envy being in Ben's position right then.

When Ben shifted behind him, locking him in place as he changed the angle and rode him a little higher, Kerr didn't think anything of it. The sharp pain in his neck was a wake-up that had his eyes springing open in fear. Adrenaline shot through his body as every instinct in him tried to fight, arms and legs flailing, his ass clenching down on Ben's cock as the blood began to flow from his neck. By the time he realised he was being drunk from, the pleasure hit him and it changed his life. Warmth emanated from his neck, throbbing in his groin so hard he bucked against the air. He stopped fighting, waiting to catch the intense waves of pleasure as they poured through him, moaning breathily instead.

"Fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" he yelled then laughed giddily as everything kicked into high gear at once. He left one hand pumping his cock while the other reached around to grab at Ben. His teeth bared in a feral snarl, pleasure rocketed through Kerr as he groaned and sighed and begged for his hole to get fucked harder, all while he writhed mindlessly and clenched Ben's cock, his fingers digging into the vampire's flesh wherever he grabbed. He might have touched Lazarus at one stage and encouraged him to fuck Ben's ass, he wasn't sure; everything was a blur of slippery holes, hard cocks and an awareness he'd never known himself capable of. His skin was too sensitive, too tight, too perfect around him, holding in such heightened lust that he felt like he was fucking the sun while the universe rammed him from behind.

When Ben emptied into him, Kerr came hard, crying out a few more filthy requests without shame (mainly because he was barely aware of what he was even saying). Every muscle in his body locked momentarily while he mentally high-fived infinity and then he began to float back down into his joyfully-used, satiated body. The ripples of pleasure from the bite were still ebbing through him, his hips still pistoning gently and his cock drooping but still thickened. Ben wasn't even soft before he pulled off him and twisted, fighting if he had to in order to turn around and face the young vampire.

"Jesus, fuck, I get it now. Why you guys get groupies," he panted, still catching his breath as he grabbed Ben's head and kissed him passionately, uncaring of the stickiness smearing between their groins and stomachs as he pressed himself hungrily against the vampire. His extra-entity skin was zinging with all the new places it was being touched and he felt like he wanted to absorb Ben inside it so he could understand just how FUCKING INVINCIBLE he was feeling right then.

[Trillian]

Ben kissed him back, keen on experiencing everything he could with Kerr. He definitely had seduced himself with the hunter whilst trying to get him on side. It hadn't been difficult... if he hadn't been interested in the first place, Kerr's honey trap wouldn't have worked.

Lazarus watched them kiss. He'd remained embedded inside Ben after reaching his peak and he wondered how long it would take him to harden again. With this display, he didn't think it would take long at all. Maybe ten-fifteen. Maybe longer because he'd only just come off from an orgy - he hadn't expected Ben to initiate another.

He was greedy for Ben's kiss and he started nuzzling his progeny's shoulder, making his desire known. When Ben continued kissing the mortal, Lazarus shoved them apart (but not with too much force) and demanded his own kisses. Ben complied willingly, moving from one kiss to the next, liking the new and then the familiar. Lazarus' hand stole down Ben's body, caressing his chest, stomach, hip, then he broke the kiss and looked at where Kerr had rolled to. He rumbled a purr deep in his chest at what he saw; not too far removed from what he liked. His gaze lowered and his eyebrow twitched.

"Oh Ben, looks like you might need a middle-man to prep you for that thing. Fingers, then me, then him," Lazarus laughed, finding himself hilarious - though he meant what he said. "How soon do you think you can go again? We can tag-team him and see who makes him cum again. Hard to tell who did it this time."

"Not a competition," Ben said, reaching out for Kerr to lay close to him.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr was ravenous and lost in Ben’s mouth, tingling with the cocktail of vampire blood and whatever the fuck was released from a vampire’s fangs when he drank - it had to be something, because, even lost in the depths of the high as he was, Kerr recognised that this wasn’t normal. Sure, he had the usual healthy libido of a twenty-eight year old guy but he’d never been an Energizer bunny like he was now. It was like he’d had one of those little blue pills, he just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.

He mewed forlornly when he was shoved in the chest and Ben’s lips were torn away from him. Momentarily, he followed after them with pooched lips of his own but then Lazarus’ head was there, large and hungry all over Ben’s face and Ben was kissing him back so Kerr retreated. Watching didn’t give him the same thrill, he yearned to reconnect to Ben but he knew he couldn’t.

Hatred burned in his chest as he watched the two vampires make out, the jealousy in his heart just as powerful as the lust had been a second before. A tiny, rational part of his brain realised he was experiencing wild emotional swings because of the blood combo but he was unable to drag that rationality to the forefront with every other emotion thumping through him.

When Lazarus stopped pawing Ben to look at him, Kerr’s gaze lowered coyly. As much as he resented the ancient, he wasn’t stupid enough to challenge him outright - though he wasn’t interested in fucking him. This was the asshole that made Ben’s life miserable by killing and fucking and fucking things up; he didn’t deserve to get what he wanted all the time.

When Ben pulled him close again, Kerr complied, unable to resist the younger vampire’s lure. Before he kissed him again, though, Kerr reached up a hand and cupped Ben’s face. Pressing the tips of his fingers to Ben’s cheek, Kerr swiped his large thumb across Ben’s red, red lips. Once and then again, his intention obvious; he wanted to eliminate Lazarus’ stain from Ben’s mouth before he kissed him again. “I don’t want to fuck him,” he whispered to Ben as he did. Satisfied he’d wiped the ancient away, Kerr then moved in for another kiss.

[Trillian]

The whisper could have been screamed at the top of Kerr's lungs - Lazarus wouldn't have heard it any less. He laughed like Kerr had something deliciously funny, but his next words had a warning in it. "Oh, you won't be fucking me, love. I'll be the one fucking you. Maybe put you in the middle for a bit of fun, yeah?"

Lazarus crawled across the bed and sat on a propped up pillow, his back to the headboard. He slapped the tops of his thighs.

"Ben, get me hard," he said. "If your new playmate gets hard before I do, he gets to give it to you first. Otherwise, he can blow you while I have you again. Yes?"

Ben looked up at Lazarus from his vantage point further down on the bed and then back at Kerr, kissing him some more before replying. "He won't touch you until you want him to."

"Until he begs me to," Lazarus said, then laughed and slapped his thighs again. "Ben."

"Sounds like it could be a fun game," Ben said, grinning at Kerr and reaching down to give him a quick, single stroke before leaving him and crawling to where Lazarus lay. He would usually lie between Lazarus' legs, but this time he stayed on his knees and bent over, his backside available for Kerr to use if he grew erect first. Lazarus' seed glistened around his hole and trickled down his legs. That kind of thing turned on Lazarus and he hoped it would give Kerr the same affect.

Ben swallowed Lazarus in one go without teasing, figuring he could try and give Kerr every advantage - but it was too obvious what he was doing and Lazarus growled at him to do it properly, so Ben started humming and flicking his tongue. Lazarus leant back, his eyes drooping shut, enjoying the vision before him and the sight of Kerr watching. His gaze was fixed on Kerr's face.