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Infusco => DOMICILES => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => 66 Pandenning Court => Topic started by: Existentially Odd on February 26, 2012, 09:45:46 PM
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Indie arrived back at his and Will's place just before four in the morning. It was late and his bones told him so, but he was very happy and eager to share his mood with his partner - it wasn't like the blonde would be asleep. As predicted, once he'd shut off his bike and watched the garage door close, the redhead stepped into the house and found Will sprawled along the couch, watching TV.
Unzipping then tossing his jacket aside, he grinned at the older vampire as he walked over and casually laid himself down along Will's body. "Hi there!" he announced cheerfully, carefully settling himself upon the shorter man in such a way that their softest bits were lined up, their legs were entwined and his elbows were propping him up on the couch bottom either side of Will's ribs. He worked his hands - palm upward - under the blonde's shoulder blades as he wriggled up, sticking his face directly in his hapless victim's field of vision. He then leaned down and kissed him, quite tenderly, before pulling back and raising his eyebrows at Will, his grin even more devilish with his dimples showing.
"How was your night?" he asked politely, knowing Will would be able to smell some of how good his had been - but would he pick up Anna's scent as well?
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William had been out earlier in the night, but just to feed and then wander aimlessly around the shops for an hour or so. He’d known Indie was going out, and didn’t want to just sit at home waiting like some ridiculous Stepford Wife. But as it turned out Indie hadn’t got home by the time he did, and the redhead hadn’t even shown up after a film, so Will had flicked on the TV to try to find something to entertain him until the redhead did show up.
“Hey,” William replied, trying to keep the grin fro his face at seeing his friend return but failing. His smile faded into a look of bemusement as the redhead arranged himself so intimately, but William made no attempt to stop him from becoming a human blanket - but when the kiss came Will had no idea how to react. He responded a little, but made no attempt to deeply the kiss or to make it continue when Indie lifted his head.
What the fuck? Indie was so against kissing, how had that just happened? He didn’t seem drunk - he definitely didn’t smell of alcohol. He smelt of sex - which wasn’t a huge surprise - the sea, salt, sand - that was a little odd. But there was something else as well. Something familiar, more familiar than it should have been.
“You’ve been with Anna,” he said breathily, ignoring Indie’s question as he struggled to comprehend what his senses were telling him. Would Indie seriously do that? Was that why he’d kissed him? Guilt?
“You fucked her?” he snapped, moving swiftly to put a hand between himself and Indie, shoving the younger vampire upwards, but not completely off him - enough to stop another kiss.
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"No!" Indie cried hurriedly, his eyes widening in horror (already forgetting that this had been exactly what he'd thought Will might conclude when he came home because that had been a good idea and this business of being lifted up and away like he was a minscule little girl was not, so it hardly seemed like the same thing at all). "I mean, yeah, I was with her, but I didn't fuck her, I did a couple of other chicks in some clubs and ran into her when I was going through the park back to my bike afterwards!" he explained indignantly, like the high pitch of his voice would completely prove his innocence in the matter and make Will instantly regret his offensive accusation.
"I took her for a ride and hung out with her, that's all!" he added, thinking that now was not the time to mention Anna's randiness on the bike and the way they'd parted. "You wanna let me down before I get a nosebleed?" he demanded haughtily.
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William’s scowl lessened slightly, but the look of suspicion was still all over his face as Indie tried to explain, but what he was saying didn’t do too much to calm the blonde. What the fuck what he playing at? After what they had been through, after everything Will had told Indie, William had thought Indie might just respect him enough to do as he’d asked.
He shifted his weight to the left, planning on ungracefully dumping Indie on the floor if the redhead didn’t manage to find his feet in time. He swung around afterwards, his own feet placed firmly on the floor as he stood up, ignoring the fact that Indie was a good amount taller than himself.
“That’s great, that’s really nice for you two. Lovely bonding time when you know very well I wanted you to stay the fuck away from her,” he said sharply, managing to not raise his voice but his displeasure was more than obvious. Why the hell would Indie do that? And why would Anna? He couldn’t imagine Anna would have wanted to ride with him, and they only seemed to be able to hang out when there was a goal behind it - shopping or training. Why was Indie suddenly top of her friends list when the other night she had seemed to hate his guts?
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"Fuck!" Indie swore vehemently as he was gracelessly evicted off Will's person and forced to stare him down from on his feet, instead of the comfortable position they'd been in. "I didn't mean for it to happen, alright?" the redhead blustered, his hands slicing from his chest towards Will, palms turned upward as he flapped around, attempting to physically expressed his innocence in the matter. "We got to talking about riding and, I dunno', it just sort of slipped out! I was being polite, because you also fucking asked me to be nice to her, so I was! To please you! I didn't know she'd say yes but she did and she loved it! So then we stopped at the beach and we talked and what's the big deal? We got on alright, weren't you only wanting us to stay apart because you thought we'd fight and you'd get caught in the middle? That won't happen now!"
He was talking fast because he knew he had to, filling in gaps on Will's behalf because he could see that his friend was possibly even more pissed than he'd anticipated he would be when he'd heard he'd hung out with Anna. But things had ended so sweetly between the two of them that he'd not really been prepared for the full force of the blonde's wrath and was now struggling to make it back up the slippery slope Will had shoved him down, his mouth working a mile a minute. Stupidly, he thought it might also be a good time to throw in all the other details that were going to get him in trouble so as to blind Will with the staggering amount of them (and hopefully lose him somewhere in the middle so he came out on the other side dazed and content to let it all just slide).
"In fact, we talked about how she lacked training because you left her so long ago and she wants us to get together tomorrow night so I can teach her what I know about mental shit and I said I'd go to her place for practise unless you just want her to come here and we can sorta' share the load, you know, and did you know she doesn't even have a phone? Otherwise I'd call her but I can't, I have to go there to see her, but I told her you might be pissed but I don't see why because we get on good and I bet she'll ask you to buy her a bike now because riding got her pretty horny but I totally said no to her when she came onto me and I let her know I was not going down that track with her because of you!"
As abruptly as they'd started spewing out of his mouth, Indie's words stopped and then he simply stood there, wide-eyed and staring cautiously at Will, hoping for that positive outcome he'd been so certain would come his way.
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William kept his mouth shut, despite how tempting it was to interrupt Indie half way through his speech. William could see the redhead wanted to get it all out though, and to be honest Will wanted to hear it all now too. If he spewed it all out then how much worse could it get once it was done?
He hadn’t just wanted Indie out of Anna’s way because he didn’t think they wouldn’t get along. In fact he’d been equally worried they might do, and with everything that had happened between himself and Anna, why would she want to listen to him when she could have someone so much more fun,
someone who hadn’t abandoned her? He barely had a hold on her, but she was already slipping away.
And as Indie went on it only got worse.
They’d bonded over William abandoning her? About him not giving her all the training she needed? Bullshit. He’d given her what she needed to survive and that had obviously been enough to keep her going this long. She could have trained with anyone, she could have learnt herself. If he’d stayed things would only have got worse between them, that was why he’d given her freedom. Forcing her to be miserable with him had been the last thing he’d wanted.
He kept his gaze on Indie, but was the vast amount of information was beginning to all blur into one until Indie’s last point. She’d tried to fuck him? William had never known Indie to refuse a woman, maybe he’d managed it once but Will doubted he’d put up much of a fight if it happened again.
So that was it. His best friend and his fledgling were going to get together, start fucking and lessons in mental skills, bitching about how Will had abandoned her, having Indie listen to it all and take her side on everything. And he’d just have… what? Who?
“You stopped because of me. Well at least you managed to consider me for at least a couple of seconds tonight,” he said, his voice still cold as he watched Indie. He couldn’t believe how Indie had come in here like nothing had wrong. Acting like the night had been perfectly normal.
“You were saying the other night how you were thinking about fledglings. Looks like you’ve managed to adopt one. I’m sure she’ll be happier with you than I was ever able to make her,” he said. Ever since their start things had been temperamental. He’d had to force her to leave her family, stopped her from killing straight away, taught her about hunting and death so she could get her revenge but then it had never been enough. She’d wanted more, always demanding more and he hadn’t been able to give it all to her.
“If I hadn’t’ve smelt her on you would you even have thought to mention any of this to me?” he added, trying to keep his voice calm but there was definite steel in his tone and a glint in his eye.
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His doe-in-the-headlights expression shifted into a frown and something a lot more wounded as Will attacked him - unfairly, in his opinion, he'd done everything right!
"Hey! That's not fair! Of course I would've told you, I knew you didn't want us together, I just thought it'd be fun to see if you smelled her or not first, that's all! And I'm not trying to adopt her, I just happened to mention that all you do is block but I do other stuff my sire taught me and she wanted to know, I thought you'd eventually be happy we could all get along and work together and I was thinking about you tonight, otherwise I would've fucked her when she was grabbing at my cock!"
Somehow, his final point was made in a very loud yell because anger had blindsided him and it seemed that Will wasn't hearing him. Yelling about it might fix that. So would leaning into Will's face and pointing an imperious finger towards his chest, apparently.
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“Fun? You thought it would be fun to make me think you’ve fucked her?” Will knocked Indie’s hand away with the back of his hand, finally finding his own voice rising in volume to match Indie’s. The colour was rising in his cheeks at the thought that Anna was so clearly attracted to Indie and obviously the redhead thought she was pretty hot stuff too.
“I did want us to get along, I wanted you to be nice to her, but not yet. I am her sire. I should be teaching her things. I fucked up with her and I wanted to fix it. But now whatever I try to do, it’s not going to be as good as you. You can teach her more, she wants to fuck you and I’m just the prick who can’t teach her what she wants to know and who abandoned her. You’re right, this is great fun!” he shouted, shoving Indie backwards, but only with enough strength to get him to back off out of his face, although he was sorely tempted to wring his friend’s neck.
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"Take her for a ride on your bike, she'll want to fuck you, too!" the redhead shouted back, incensed that Will was using his superior strength on him. He didn't fight back, though, he clenched his hands into fists at his sides and gritted his teeth to stop himself, because he knew Will would win anyway. It doubled his frustration, though, and he was so furious he couldn't think straight.
"It's not me she wants, you fuckwit, she just wants to learn, it's not like I'm fucking cutting you out here! I'll back completely off, I don't give a shit about her, I care about you, if you want me to stay away, I fucking will!" he screamed.
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Will gave a growl of frustration as he lifted his hands to run through his hair, turning his back on Indie since looking and listening to the redhead only seemed to be making things worse. He wanted to say ‘yes’. To tell Indie never to go near her again, but he’d asked his friend to do that and he obviously hadn’t given a fuck. So why should he trust him to be able to stay away from her again?
And besides, if he did that Anna would only hate him more for making Indie stay away from her. Indie could teach her more mental tricks probably, so it wouldn’t be fair to deny her that.
“I can’t ask you to do that now, don’t you get that?” he asked, his voice dropping down again as he sank down on to the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“It just… do what you want with her. It doesn’t matter now,” he said after a few seconds, straightening his back and leaning back against the sofa, staring blankly at the TV.
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Indie really didn't get it, he couldn't see why he couldn't take it all back and just not see Anna and that would make Will happy. He stood there staring at his friend, his jaw slowly loosening, his fists relaxing and just feeling perplexed. The silence stretched but he really didn't know what to say to make it better because he hadn't known how everything he'd said up 'til now had made it worse. It had just gone that way.
"I'm not trying to shut you out, I thought... she could come here, so we can all be together. I know you two are still working through shit, I'm not trying to stop that. You never even told her about how your sire fucked you up," he said, a hint of accusation entering his voice that showed he clearly had told Anna.
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He knew Indie hadn’t been trying to be malicious, it was just frustrating that his friend never stopped to think. He didn’t think how all of this would affect Will or make him feel, he just acted, selfishly.
It took a moment before Will registered Indie’s final words and he blinked as he tore his gaze away from the bright lights to stare up at the redhead. He’d told her. He’d fucking told her everything. William hadn’t told anyone that, not a soul, not any of his fledglings, or any of his lovers. But he’d told Indie which had apparently been a huge mistake.
“Can you think why? Maybe? Perhaps in that tiny little brain of yours can you think why a vampire who had been so fucked by their own sire, wouldn’t want to tell their fledgling what had been done? You ever heard about kids who get beaten by their parents who then go on to beat the shit out of their kids? Any clue you fucking IDIOT?!”
His voice had stared out calm, but by the last few words William had stood up again and was shouting, moving closer to Indie without caring about their difference in height. He knew he was stronger than the younger vampire and right now he was sorely tempted to grab his head and smash it into the coffee table.
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Indie's jaw set mutinously, though he was very hurt by being called an idiot. It was alright in jest, but Will really meant that.
"I'm not an idiot. I was trying to fix things, to explain maybe why you wouldn't turn her uncle - 'cos maybe it was too hard for you or something, like you were still getting used to life after your sire. I just didn't want her to hate you, I wanted her to know you like I do, so she'd stop being such a bitch to you and see how w-... you really are. I'm sorry. I'll wipe it out of her mind tomorrow night and we can pretend it never happened," he offered quietly, wanting to get away from Will's flashing eyes and his hate-filled glare.
He stepped around him, giving him a wide berth and intending to retreat into the shower and figure out how he could fix this fuck-up. He'd stumbled over telling Will he thought he was wonderful (and just left an adjective out of his sentence altogether) because, just then, he looked like he hated him and that wasn't wonderful at all.
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“No, I don’t want you to wipe her mind,” Will said quickly, shaking his head and putting out a hand to press against Indie’s chest to stop him. His voice had dropped down back down now as he had actually listened to Indie. He was trying to help, but he’d gone about it completely the wrong way and it was so frustrating. At least he had apologised though, half way through making all of his excuses.
“I don’t want you fighting my battles for me either. You’re going to have to see her again, but I don’t want you telling her anything about me like that. Do you get that?” he asked in a low voice, still with anger in his eyes but at least he wasn’t shouting any more.
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He was rather relieved that Will told him he didn't want him wiping Anna's mind, because he wasn't sure he could have done it anyway. That order saved him a ton of potential trouble. He'd stopped when the hand touched his chest but he was tense as he stood there, half expecting Will was going to punch him, even if he'd stopped shouting. When he spoke, his gaze sidled carefully over and down to his companion, his tone contrite.
"I get it. I won't get into it with her again. You want me to pick her up and just bring her here so you can watch everything we do and know what I'm teaching her?" he asked quietly, his lips barely opening to let the words out, he was so wound up. He wanted to know the story from Will's perspective but now, when he thought there was still a distinct possibility he'd get smacked in the head, was not the time.
Will's expression darkened again at the proposal he bring Anna to their house and Indie suddenly needed to get away. "Look, how about you think about it while I go shower?" he offered, his tone bordering on pleading. Thankfully, his roommate nodded and he didn't wait for another opinion; the redhead stepped around Will and bolted for his bathroom, intensely pleased tohave time aone to think, to strip, to get under the hot spray. Maybe him not smelling like her would help the situation? It certainly couldn't hurt!
He spent so long under the water, his fingers were wrinkled by the time Indie stepped out and dried off. He knew he now only smelled of soap, shampoo and some deodorant (once he applied it), rather than sex and William's fledgling, but he was still hesitant when he hung up his towel and had to step out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Dawn was almost upon them and he was bone weary, wanting to sleep but exceptionally worried.
He doubted Will would come to his bed tonight and that made him both furious and incredibly sad; his emotions were all fucked up and he decided he shouldn't worsen the situation by seeking Will out if he wasn't there. He hoped he was, though. If the blonde wasn't on that mattress when he left the bathroom and headed to his bed (naked, as he always slept these days) though, then he'd wait to pursue him tomorrow night. He might not be so keen to kill him by then, and they could make some decisions at normal decibels of discussion.
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He felt like he should tell Indie that it didn’t matter, that he could take Anna anywhere and teach her, but he wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to watch and be a part of it, but he knew Anna wouldn’t like it and to be honest he still didn’t want her knowing where they lived. This was his escape, his home with Indie. He didn’t want her tainting it with her anger. But at least Indie was giving him a chance to not answer just yet and Will grabbed at it, letting his hand drop away so Indie could go.
William didn’t want to leave things like this tonight, but he didn’t want to be waiting for Indie to come out of the shower either. He made his way slowly to his own room, getting ready for bed slowly with some quiet music on, slipping into a pair of comfortable silk pants as he wandered around, wondering whether or not Indie would come seek him out after his shower.
But Indie didn’t come after he’d got out of the shower and with the way time was marching on Will doubted he was going to now.
William turned off his music and made his way into Indie’s room, watching the redhead from the door for a moment before silently slipping into his side of the bed. He snuggled up close to Indie, sliding a hand over Indie’s firm chest and entwining his legs with the taller vampires.
“You know I’m fucked up, I turn into a grumpy prick when I’m not in control,” he murmured, snuggling his face against Indie’s throat and kissing gently.
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"You are fucked up," Indie agreed sleepily, turning into Will's hug. The corner of his mouth flicked upward in the hint of a smile when his throat was kissed and the relief in him - that Will had come to him, to the bed he'd started thinking of as theirs more than his - was palpable. "An' I didn't mean to take control from you, it just... I want you to be happy. I shouldn't have told her your shit, I'm sorry about that," he said quietly, needing to reinforce that point now that Will wasn't screaming at him.
He wondered if the rest of it - the fact that he'd only done some sharing because Will hadn't and because he wanted her to know the real Will - had registered, but decided not to press on that way. "You know... you are in control. You wouldn't have made her... well, you wouldn't have fucked her up the way you were. And you won't now, either. Us all hanging out and training and stuff... I think it'd be... nice," he hazarded, giving a little shrug inside the circle of Will's arms, his fingers stroking unconsciously along Will's hip. "I think she deserves to know you like I do."
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“No, you shouldn’t have,” William agreed as Indie apologised, but he said it in a peaceful tone. He wasn’t about to say it was a good thing it was out in the open now, because he didn’t believe that, and he had no idea how Anna had reacted or would react, whether she would bring it up. But at least now he wouldn’t need to be the one to tell her.
He gave a quiet sigh, enjoying the feel of Indie’s fingers playing over his skin and being able to hold him close like this. He couldn’t imagine doing this with Anna - they had when he’d turned her, he’d only ever wanted to protect her and keep her safe. And then she’d started arguing with him. Not just about her uncle, about a hundred little things which had probably meant nothing to her, but each one had worried her sire. He hadn’t wanted to be tempted to do anything cruel to her, to risk ever hurting her, he even refused to ever learn to mentally control people in an attempt to avoid the temptation of hurting someone he loved - but somehow he’d managed to do all of that in the worst possible way in his efforts to make things better.
“I think she…” he began slowly, before pausing and shaking his head slightly, frowning as he lifted his head to look at Indie. “Do you think she wants to get to know me? She didn’t know I was living here when she came. She never tried to find me.”
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Indie rolled onto his side properly, so that he was facing Will front to front, their faces almost nose to nose on the pillows in the darkness. One of his hands was now pressed against Will's chest, the other slid over his hip and pressed lightly against his back as he replied. "I really think she does. Whether she tried to find you immediately or not doesn't matter. I think you two have been getting on better because you're actually learning to know each other and the anger is passing. I know for sure that she wants to learn everything she can from you... and, she may even want a bike now, too," he drawled, giving his bedmate a cheeky half grin as he admitted he'd told Anna to use Will's money yet again.
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William’s smile was a little slower in coming in response to Indie’s jest, since his mind immediately went to Indie telling him how working up Anna had got riding the bike. Still, maybe he couldn’t really blame her as he gazed at Indie, he’d admired the redhead plenty of times and that was without being pressed up against him with all sorts of vibrations going on.
“I guess I’ll have to get her one to keep her hands off you,” he murmured, sliding his hand down to cup Indie’s ass as he closed the distance between them, kissing him on the lips although that had been banned before - Hell, Indie had started out that way tonight, why not finish it like that?
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Indie's chuckle clogged in his throat as anticipation mingled with fear of the unknown had him staring at Will's face coming closer. Somehow, it'd been alright when he'd initiated it at the start of the evening, but then Will had started screaming at him, so he wasn't exactly associating happy things with such an action, nor was he in control so he felt... worried. When Will's lips touched his, though, he relaxed against him, telling himself it was alright. Will had kissed him plenty of times, this wasn't anything unusual...
Except it was, because he soon felt the need to deepen it. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as his tongue pushed tentatively towards Will's mouth, tasting him inquiringly. His body naturally pushed closer to the blonde, unfazed by the fact that he wasn't female, because this was the body that housed the man he felt so much for and that made it alright. He was feeling flutters of excitement running through him, tingles of excitement because he'd been thinking about this, about being closer to Will and he just hadn't found the right moment to do it.
Apparently a screaming argument where he was in fear of getting his head thumped in had been just the kickstart he'd needed.
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William smiled against Indie’s lips as he felt the redhead deepening the kiss and he responded in kind, eagerly tasting his lover and instantly wanting more. When Indie pressed closer to him William pushed in kind, pressing Indie so his back was flat on the bed and following him to lie over him, resting an elbow beside Indie’s head to support his weight, his tongue exploring hungrily.
Screaming his head off at his friend seemed like another night completely - but William hadn’t forgotten. He’d listened though, and Indie had done it because he cared, even if it meant acting before he thought things through. And William could forgive Indie that, when he’d held grudges against other people for less.
With their legs entwined William found a comfortable spot to grind his hips down against Indie’s and even if he hadn’t already known Indie was naked he would have been able to tell easily. His hand snuck between them, but he pause with it on Indie’s hip, breaking the kiss to drop his lips closer to the redhead’s ear.
“Sun’s not far off, you too tired, kid?” he murmured in a teasing tone, wondering whether the younger vampire would be able to fight off the tiredness. Maybe with a few drops of his blood… but William had told him the conditions of that and he guessed they would both stand firm on that for a while. But even if Indie was too tired, even kissing would be a much happier end to the night than Will had been expecting during their shouting match.
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The butterfly of anxiety was again fluttering at the base of his throat as Will's words sank in. He'd been feeling pleasant little sparks of happiness and attraction as he was rolled on top of and kissed so thoroughly; he'd even felt a few flares of enjoyment when Will ground against him and was intrigued by that hand travelling lower. This question, though... it had him anxious all over again. He wasn't sure how Will meant it and there was only one way to be sure.
"Too tired for... you to fuck me?" he queried hesitantly, thinking that would be the most likely meaning behind the words. Oddly, after that initial flare of fear and panic, he didn't find the notion too imposing. He'd let Reed do it, after all, and it had been alright. Reed hadn't exactly been the most tender of lovers, even, so he was curious about how Will would treat him. Surely him being so much older would mean something better? Indie was certainly of the opinion that his blonde lover was far more emotionally invested in him than Reed ever had been and a certain level of confidence - however unfounded - came with that. It prompted him to add another statement before he eve got an answer to his question.
"Nah, I can stay awake for that. Just won't participate too much," he expanded with a little chuckle. The sound was genuinely humourous but it cut off pretty quickly because... well, there were still nerves and he was looking up at Will with wide hazel-blue eyes, anticipating a reaction he couldn't be sure of.
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William’s lips stilled at Indie’s words, then he lifted his head, cocking an eyebrow as he gazed down at his friend.
“You are full of surprises, kid. Really, truly, it’s not always good, but sometimes it is and it is definitely a surprise around every corner,” he said quietly, punctuating his words by covering Indie’s lips and cheeks with gentle kisses.
William had been prepared to not be allowed to fuck Indie for some time, to have it put out there had taken him off guard. And now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go with it and take Indie, but being told his companion wouldn’t participate much kind of put a dampener on that thought.
But not too much of a dampener. He had no doubt Indie would be able to hold off for long. Will lifted his thumb to his lips, sinking his teeth into his flesh to draw blood before trailing the pad of his thumb along Indie’s lower lip.
“Can I maybe wake you up a bit?” he asked with a wicked grin, his other hand smoothing over Indie’s firm chest.
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His tongue snaked out eagerly to swipe up the blood Will was offering him and also to collect that thumb into his mouth and suck it until the wound closed. He frowned and made a mewling growl noise low in his throat when that happened far too quickly for his liking and then looked up into Will's eyes. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but even a little bit of the coppery elixir was enough to invigorate him and having him smiling more energetically around that thumb.
"I guess you can," he murmured, summarily pushing Will's thumb out of his mouth with his tongue so he could lick his lip and be sure he'd got all of his friend's blood swallowed. It sent a tingle through him, like a low-scale electrical impulse vibrating through his veins, making him feel a little more energised and awake, as predicted. While one hand splayed across the blonde's back and drew him closer for another, hungrier kiss, his left hand travelled sideways, scrabbling to get his top bedside drawer open and withdraw some lube. It took a little bit of grabbing and rejecting the contents of the drawer before he found the squeeze bottle he was looking for, closed the drawer and held his possession out towards Will.
"Here," he prompted, nudging it against the older vampire's chest. "I'll let you do the honours." It meant something, for him to let Will have control and he was pretty sure his partner would understand that.
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William gave a chuckle at Indie’s reaction, pleased that even a few drops had managed to liven Indie up so much. He accepted the bottle, knowing very well what a big thing it was for Indie to let him have control in this area since he was normally so uptight about it. William didn’t have any intention of rushing him right now and making Indie regret agreeing.
He knelt up over the redhead, keeping his gaze fixed on Indie’s, looking for signs of hesitation as he opened the bottle and squeezed out some of the fluid onto his fingers. Seeing no resistance yet, he leant down over Indie again, kissing his deeply as he slid his dry hand over Indie’s body, lifting his hips slightly to move his slick fingers along Indie’s crack. Slowly he pressed a finger inside, trying to move as slowly as he could, but finding himself getting hard at just being allowed to touch Indie in this way.
If Indie showed no complaints his finger would soon be joined by another, thrusting, twisting, stroking and scissoring to prepare Indie as Will ground down against him, wishing he could hurry things along but knowing he had to be patient with his friend when it came to this.
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When he'd done this before, with Reed, things had been very different. He'd been scared, for one, and nothing between him and the mortal had been clear. He'd wanted to make him his eternal partner and Reed... well, he'd been awed by being allowed to fuck him and horny enough to not care too much about what it might mean for them as partners but that was about as far as it went. In the end, it'd meant nothing because his friend hadn't wanted any part of the committment he'd been dreaming of and it'd been a less than conciliatory end between them.
His situation with Will was so different. They'd already committed to each other when Will had promised he wouldn't leave unexpectedly and it was all Indie had ever wanted (he'd realised). Frankly, there was trust between them that there never had been with Reed and so he found this act was actually nowhere near as stressful as he'd expected it might be. There wasn't even the sense that he and Will were battling for dominance, which there had been when he'd been on the giving end. They'd already moved beyond that in the last couple of weeks. Now, he could feel Will's restraint in the way that he kissed him, the care in the way he stroked him, the tenderness in his caresses. It was... soothing.
Of course, the aged blood in him was not and it gave him an extra zing that he hadn't anticipated when he'd suggested this. Frankly, he'd cum twice earlier in the night and even though Anna had managed to stir up some more interest with her hot little actions, he'd been satisfied with what he'd got. Now, getting hard again was coming easily as Will prodded him expertly with his fingers, causing him to shudder whenever the bundle of nerves buried so inconsiderately in his ass was brushed against. He was most surprised that it wasn't an entirely physical response, either, that he was enjoying the kissing, the touching, the consideration.
"Fuck... you weren't kidding. You are good at this," he smirked against Will's mouth, managing to sound surprised that Will's claims hadn't been false, though he was really just pleased. It wouldn't do to simply lie there and not tease Will at all, though. Grabbing a gentle hold of Will's head, he pulled the blonde back away from his mouth in order to look at him properly, his eyes glinting and bright blue in the complete darkness. "Maybe you should get to the point, though," he challenged thickly, shifting his hips to nudge his hardon up against Will's stomach before he wiggled firmly down onto his fingers once more. His eyes rolled back in his head briefly and he licked his lips before he was able to continue again, his smirk renewed. "You didn't give me that much blood."
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“So greedy,” William murmured playfully, grinning at Indie’s reactions, loving that the redhead was far more relaxed and responsive to his touches than William had thought he would be since he’d been so emphatically against the idea of being fucked before.
He had no intention of putting things off longer than he needed to though, so did as asked, removing his fingers from Indie’s tight hole and grabbing the bottle again to smear a generous amount of lube onto his thick shaft.
After that, William took very little time to position himself, a hand on Indie’s hip as he pressed into Indie slowly. He tried to go slowly, trying to take how Indie was reaction into consideration, but he soon found himself pressed fully into Indie and he gave a groan of delight at being so surrounded by his lover before beginning to move his hips, slowly at first and then gathering momentum, but not going anywhere near as fast as Indie had done when their roles had been reversed. His rested his weight on one elbow as he leant over the redhead and his other hand, still slick with lube, began to stroke Indie’s erection, moving in time with his thrusts as he kept his gaze on Indie’s brilliant blue eyes.
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The part where he was entered was probably never going to be something he took easily, for he tensed while it happened, gripping Will's upper arms and blinking rapidly while it happened. He gritted his teeth, though it wasn't painful it was just weird. It was different to Reed, because he was more prepared for that sensation (that no vibrator could ever mimic) this time and could do some proactive self-talk about not assigning Will false dimensions. He felt huge, at first, but once it was in and he could relax, Will quickly took his mind off the size of the thing filling his ass by resting against him and stroking his cock.
Bit by bit, the tension leaked out of him. The eye contact between them was unwavering and the good feelings elsewhere in their bodies slowly started to take precedence over his awkwardness and nerves. Soon enough, the rhythm was obvious and he was getting some rather sexy zings from Will's angle punching that nerve bundle, causing his thoughts to stop entirely and his every bit of awareness to come from the highly aroused places all over his body instead. With a flutter, his eyelids drifted closed and he hung onto Will, vaguely rubbing his upper arms as he thrust into him, making little noises of pleasure in the back of his throat as the build blossomed into something unexpectedly wonderful inside him.
Eventually, his eyes flew open as he made a startling realisation. "I'm gonna' cum," he ground out, the warning very barely preceding the act as his back suddenly arched and his head pressed back into the pillow behind him, his lower half meeting Will's attentions wildly as the orgasm tore through him with more power than he could ever remember experiencing. He cried out gutturally, his head thrashing and his body surging with pleasure that curled his toes and bent his knees, his hips jagging into Will's fist with unbridled enthusiasm and his hands claws around his biceps. Since he'd had his two experiences earlier that night, there was not a great deal of wetness shooting out of him but that didn't seem to impede the pounding waves of pleasure he was feeling; if anything, it seemed to magnify it and he was well and truly lost in the tide.
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William gaze never turned from Indie’s once, even when the redhead’s eyes shut, or when he began to thrash around. He’d known Indie had fucked someone already tonight, some meaningless slut, so he hadn’t thought Indie would come so quickly, definitely not before him, but it was a good surprise, learning he could create these feelings within his friend.
He hadn’t stopped his own movements with Indie’s warning and the way the redhead’s body was spasming around his cock meant to only took a few more thrusts before William climaxed too, filling Indie with his seed, his teeth gritting together and his fingers curling through Indie’s hair as he came. Ignoring the wetness between them of the lube on Indie and the small amount of fluid Indie had added to it Will lowered himself down to rest on top of Indie, catching his lips in another deep kiss, hungry to taste him again.
“No as horrendous as you’d thought then?” he murmured when he finally lifted his head a little to grin at Indie.
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Indie blinked dazedly at Will, his thoughts returning slowly. He licked his lips to make it look like he was working up to speaking but really... he had nothing. He didn't know what to say, couldn't express what he was feeling at that moment. Since he'd never felt it before, it stood to reason that he couldn't verbalise it but he couldn't even say that, his tongue just strayed towards his canine tooth, prodding thoughtfully at that while he stared at Will.
Eventually he shook his head and cleared his throat, needing to find something. "It was good," was what he managed. "I love you," was what he followed it with and it surprised him so much that his mouth closed with a soft pop and then he simply stared at Will, wide-eyed, his mind racing. Normally, he said such things during the fucking, not after it was all over.
Had he lost his mind and not been aware of it?
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William tilted his head to one side as he watched Indie, a look of surprise on his face too but he quickly wiped it away.
“You know you’ve already got me in bed, you don’t have to say that,” he said jokily, not wanting Indie to freak out like he looked like he was about to. The redhead looked like the words had snuck out of their own accord and William didn’t want to scare him more by saying it back - even though he had a suspicion that might be the case. It had been centuries since he’d cared so much about someone, since he’d wanted to make someone happy and actually cared how they felt.
“But if it’s true, say it again,” he added quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he ran his hand up Indie’s chest and up his throat, resting his thumb against his jaw to stroke gently.
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Feeling a bit like he was submerged beneath a thick layer of ice on a pond, Indie shook his head slowly and haphazardly, unsure he could say it again. That made no sense, though, because it'd come from somewhere and he'd meant it, it was just that, with Will suddenly looking at him like that, he realised how it'd sounded. That he'd made this real because the sex had anyway. And the promises. And the living together, really.
"Is your hearing fucked, old guy?" he attempted a joke, issuing a breezy, hollow laugh that didn't reach his eyes and sobered his expression immediately after it'd died on his lips. "I said I loved you. And we should shower," he said, asserting the last sentence over the repetition of his feelings, hoping it might just be... forgotten in light of the very important announcement that they were covered in lube and fuckjuice and needed to shower.
He kind of hoped it would be... except he didn't make a move towards the shower, he felt sort of lightheaded and confused, anxiously watching Will for his reaction. He'd never said that to Reed, and he'd been more deeply invested in the mortal. Or so he'd thought up until now.
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William smiled as Indie repeated his sentiment. He’d thought for a moment that the redhead would refuse to, or would just joke it off and pretent it hadn’t happened, but apparently this was beyond that.
“Good, I love you too, kid,” William replied matter of factly, before pressing another kiss to Indie’s lips, savouring the fact that he was now allowed to kiss him there, before slowly sliding out of Indie and then rolling off of him, out of the bed. God, he wanted to just curl up beside Indie right now and snuggle up to him as light dawned, but Indie was right, then were messy and it would be far more pleasant waking up beside him not in a sticky mess. He’d managed to rid himself of his pyjama bottoms before they’d got too far along and they’d been abandoned somewhere in the pile of sheets, but he left them for now.
“Let’s sleep in my room after we’ve showered,” he said, finding the thought of crawling back into the soiled sheets not the most pleasant, and he really didn’t fancy changing the bed covers of waiting for Indie to do it before they could go back to bed. Indie had made it pretty clear he didn’t really want to linger on the talk of love, so William was following his lead and he headed towards the bathroom, although he would stop if Indie had something else to say about it.
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"Yeah, alright," the redhead agreed, still feeling quite dazed as Will slid away from him and he sat up. He acknowledged the unsexy feeling of Will's cum leaking out of his ass and onto the bed, deciding that if they weren't coming back in here it didn't matter what happened to the sheets, so he waited it out. He proceeded to add insult to injury by wiping his own emission off his stomach so he didn't have to worry about that dripping on the carpet while he walked to the shower either, then got up and followed Will into the bathroom.
While they showered, he realised he was casting a lot of surreptitious glances at Will and could feel himself frowning along with it, trying to fathom how this changed things. He figured they were just words and they'd both said them, so that made it even, right? So he didn't have to worry too much. He didn't particularly want to think about it... but it was all that his preoccupied brain would throw at him to contemplate as he and Will soaped up, automatically cleaning one another's body parts if they were nearby cleaning their own. He suddenly saw that they were a well-oiled team and they just hadn't ever taken this final step to get their shit synchronised and... it kind of felt like it was, now. Would it last? He wasn't sure, but eventually his frowns shifted into tentative little smiles as he accidentally started meeting Will's gaze again and... it reassured him that it would. They were alright together, they understood each other (he thought). It would be alright.
Strangely, getting out of the shower left him feeling shy. Standing beside Will on the bathmat and drying off seemed so... mundane, and it seemed like he should be doing something more. It didn't seem right, that there should be mundane things such as towels to deal with, when he'd just had sex with someone he loved - though he'd never have said such a thing out loud, for it sounded ridiculous even in his own head. Thing was, this fucking-someone-he-loved shit was so big, it was beyond him and definitely beyond towels, but there was no denying it. They'd washed the sex off and they had to get dry so... towels it was.
Walking back through his room slightly ahead of Will, he wrinkled his nose and turned to grin over his shoulder at his partner - who'd somehow become connected to him by the hand, and he couldn't even remember consciously taking Will's hand in order to lead him to the other bedroom, but there it was. "Wow, somebody's been fucking pretty hard in here. We better hose the walls down tomorrow night," he joked. "And burn those sheets!"
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William let Indie keep his silence, he knew it had taken a lot for Indie to come out and say it and it had taken a lot for him to respond the way he had. He had been tempted for a moment to laugh it off, to deny he could feel like this about someone. But with Indie he was beyond that. He’d already admitted so much to his companion. His lover. The vampire he loved and now couldn’t imagine leaving.
He’d been able to tell easily how suddenly shy Indie was feeling, and let the redhead lead the mood, not wanting to push him. But it was a relief when Indie made a joke and Will gave a laugh, squeezing the redhead’s hand.
“I reckon the washing machine will do it’s job - and we’ll crack a window tomorrow night, air it out… before Anna comes around,” he said as they moved into his bedroom, hesitant about bringing up his fledgling. But he wanted to be a part of Anna’s life and apparently Indie was going to be too. Best they do it together. Whilst he waited for Indie’s reaction he busied himself pulling down the sheets and slipping into his usual place.
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The comment - predictably - gave Indie pause and he blinked at Will when he mentioned Anna, frozen beside the bed. At first, he was preoccupied with thinking that none of the windows opened any more because he and Nimm had sealed them and put his complicated little lights display in their false boxes, to make it look like people were moving around inside a house occupied by (originally) just him, but he quickly gave up on that.
"The doors," he corrected, sliding into the bed with Will and moving up to lay close beside him, his eyes large and inquiring as he looked at the older vampire. "The windows don't open any more, remember? So... you don't mind if she comes here and we all train together?" he asked, his final question emphasised because it was the important part, compared to his previous, throwaway statements.
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“It’s a turn of phrase, I just meant air it somehow,” William said with a shrug as he was corrected, wrapping an arm around Indie as he lifted a hand to stroke the younger vampire’s cheek lovingly.
“It’s not how I planned things, but I guess it’ll have to do,” he added, responding to the question of Anna this time. He wasn’t happy about it, but there were worse ways it could turn out. Why make things more awkward by refusing them?
“You were going to go get her tomorrow night? If you ride your bike and bring her back here all horny I’m going to kill you,” he added with a teasing grin, snuggling down onto the pillows once the blankets were arranged snuggly around their entwined bodies.
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A slow smile grew upon Indie's lips, despite the heaviness forcing his eyelids to droop. The sun was up and William's blood was long spent, so he was ready to sleep but he was keen to explore this, too. This concept of... ownership? Was that what it was?
"Why?" he asked cheekily, wanting Will to say it.
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William raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what Indie wanted him to say and it had been on the tip of his tongue.
“I have enough issues dealing with one randy youngling, I can’t handle two. I’m getting old y’know,” he said with a grin, before adding what he knew Indie really wanted to hear.
“And you’re mine. I want you all for myself,” he added, kissing Indie gently.
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"So... no more women for me?" he queried, tilting his head away from the kiss in order to look at Will from beneath a slight frown. "Ever?"
He wasn't sure he liked that idea; he cared for Will - he loved him, sure - but he wasn't sure he could go straight from the occasional, meaningless fuck wih random chicks to meaningful sex with one person each night (or however often Will expected it to happen). The lack of variety made him crazy just thinking about it - not to mention the lack of boobs. He wasn't sure he'd cope with all the fussiness of being with a guy all the time... the lube alone would cost a fortune, since neither of them could get wet like a woman could, and the need to draw it out to avoid pain would likely get frustrating as fuck.
Thinking on it while he waited for his answer, he supposed he'd give it a go, if Will insisted but... he wasn't sure he could be faithful!
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Will frowned slightly at the response, it definitely wasn’t the one he wanted. But then again, he knew Indie, and perhaps he was being unreasonable to expect him to change so suddenly. And forever was a long time. They didn’t want to get bored of one another. That would definitely not be good.
“Well… not ever, but not Anna. And not as much as now,” he said hesitantly, watching Indie closely for his reaction.
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Indie's lips twisted thoughtfully to the side as he contemplated Will's expression, processing that statement. "You mean not at all now, right? I should just come to you, if I want sex from now on... right?" he interpreted, needing clarification on this subject because it didn't make sense to him.
Already he and Will never went out together any more because they both got jealous about seeing the other one feed and pick up. Indie'd been of the impression (though they never discussed it) that Will found guys to fuck while he found women and then they both came home to spend their quality time together. It was just sex, not important like their friendship was. He didn't really see why that had to change and his wary expression said as much.
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“No, that’s not what I said. I said not as much as now,” Will repeated, although he definitely would prefer it if Indie did just come to him. “Anyway, I just meant I don’t want you fucking Anna, you brought up the rest of them,” he added. He hadn’t even really thought about the rest of them until Indie brought up the idea of there being no one else.
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Indie snorted, his eyes twinkling at Will despite his concern that he was being forbidden from fucking women whenever he felt the urge. "You do realise that I spend so much time with you that tonight was the first time I'd been with a woman in, like, a month, don't you? Any less than that and it'll be a fucking annual thing, you know," he teased, playfully prodding Will's chest with his index finger before it trailed softly over his firm, cool skin instead.
In truth, he was exaggerating a little, because he usually made sure he scored each fortnight or so but he fed more often than that. He hadn't realised Will assumed he got a fuck along with every feed he had; that was quite amusing, really. He wished!
"But I won't fuck Anna. I'll pick her up in the car, in fact, so there won't even be any temptation, alright?"
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“That’s all I’m asking,” Will murmured, not wanting to discuss Indie’s sexual habits any more. He knew the redhead went out and got laid a lot more than he did and he didn’t like it, but that was part of Indie and William didn’t want to change him.
He lay down properly, hugging Indie close and shutting his eyes, not feeling quite as peaceful as he had done a few minutes earlier, but at least he knew Indie wasn’t going to be screwing his fledgling. That would just get far too messy.
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With a chuckle, Indie closed his eyes too and was soon absorbed in a peaceful, restful sleep punctuated with sweeter dreams than he'd had in years.
When he awoke, Will was still with him (even though he was, of course, awake) and it made him smile. He was happy to find the blonde there, staring at him all dewy-eyed and as pathetic as he no doubt was looking back, happy to kiss him good evening and share a cuddle that could have led to more if they didn't both agree it would be imprudent to do such a thing with Anna coming over. They already had one bedroom to clean up (thankfully the back bedroom, so Indie was confident she'd not figure out what had gone on there even if they couldn't air it well), they didn't need to tarnish a second.
There was a strangely giddy feeling around them, in Indie's opinion, as he got up to get the night underway and he kept feeling like he and Will were making eye contact and laughing for no apparent reason. He was also finding that he was touching the blonde more often, incidentally and intentionally - a hand on his shoulder when trying to pass him as he stripped sheets, a rub of the shoulder as he leaned over to pick up his shoes, little things that just felt nice. Yes, that as exactly what it was; strange but nice.
After pulling on blue briefs, jeans, a plain black T-shirt with a rounded neck and a pair of socks and sneakers, he styled his hair with a little wax and sprayed on some deodorant. A thick gold chain went around his neck before he left his bathroom satisfied and then he sort of stood awkwardly near Will while he explained (needlessly) that he was about to go get Anna. He laughed almost immediately afterward, feeling like an idiot for wondering whether he should kiss Will goodbye before he left the house and just spinning on his heel and stalking out after a little wave instead. Apparently, when he'd let the older vampire fuck him, he'd cut off his balls as well, which was rather disturbing.
He drove sensibly to Anna's in their smart little sedan, singing along mindlessly to the radio and hoping he was giving Will enough time to get the washing on and the place tidied up (meaning the vacuuming, really). As he pulled to a stop outside her little cottage, he half expected she'd run out to meet him but then realised they had discussed probably staying here tonight. Shit, he hadn't even given any thought to how he'd train her! Thinking fast now, he got out of the car (leaving it still purring) and headed for her door, knocking and listening for movement inside.
Within the cabin, Anna was nowhere near ready to go. She was also not alone.
When Indie had dropped her off in the early hours of the morning before, she'd somehow got herself to the Xavier Lodge Apartments in the city and caused quite a stir when she'd knocked on the door of apartment one. Nash and Wade had been sleeping in their shared bed by that stage, so she'd had to knock quite loudly to pull them from their slumber - Wade had actually awoken first and it was he who opened the door to her knuckle demands, squinting at her and doing his best to see through the flourescent lights running down the central hallway of the building. Figuring out who it was, he'd huffed, told the people who'd come out to see what was going from the second floor to go back to bed and told Anna to come in.
The first Nash knew of it was when Wade thumped him on the arm and told him to go to the lounge room - as he fell back into bed and promptly started snoring again. Rubbing his eyes and frowning, Nashoma had emerged from the bedroom wearing a pair of blue satin boxer shorts and managed to pick out (barely) Anna's shape in the ambient light thrown through their windows (being the front apartment, on the ground floor, their rent was slightly cheaper due to all the light from streelights and the extra noise from being close to the street - not to mention the foot traffic walking in through the front of the building at all hours of the night and day). He'd managed a sleep-thickened, "Anna?" before she was upon him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her tongue practically down his throat.
Needless to say, Nash was stunned. He'd only met the woman a total of three times - and, since the first time was when he was blind drunk and angry at her for going on about 'their people', he barely even counted that. She'd come and found him another night, about a week after, though. She'd just been there waiting for him when he got home from work. It'd taken a while to recall who she was and he'd been wary about talking to her again - in case she went all Native and speechy on him - but she didn't lay it on nearly as thick, she just seemed to be interested in getting to know him, so he'd let it be. She was easy on the eye, after all, and she didn't seem to mind that he was filthy with grease and dirt, the top half of his overalls knotted about his waist and the singlet on his upper body even filthier than his face.
Oddly, when he'd turned on the charm, she hadn't seemed interested in that, either, so he'd gone and showered, ordered pizza and sat around for a few hours just talking with her. She was pretty cool - a bit older than him, he eventually decided, because she had a weird motherly vibe she was projecting at him, though she looked about the same age. She was cold when he happened to touch her, too. By the time that first visit ended and she went off wherever she went when she wasn't stalking him, he was suspecting something wasn't quite as it should be with her - when Wade came out of their bedroom (where he'd been studying) - after she left and he talked about how she had this scent about her, Nash knew.
The second time she showed up, he confronted her about it, asking her outright if she was human. She'd hedged a bit but he'd seen enough around the city (despite not wanting to see it) to follow that first question with one about if she was a vampire. She was up front about it and he respected that, but he was a little freaked out, regardless. He'd been on his way to the gym so he'd continued getting his gear together for that, slightly unnerved that she followed him around his bedroom and then after him to the gym, but he'd done his best to keep up the conversation. He'd asked (really dumb, as it turned out) questions about what vampires were like, telling her how he'd seen way too many couples in dark corners in clubs or folks up alleyways looking like they were sucking on peoples' necks for vampires to be fake. He'd suspected for a while. He discussed a few other theories and when she started confirming stuff he thought might give him nightmares, he stopped asking and made sure they got to the gym where they couldn't talk.
He'd copped quite a few comments and pointed looks for having a chick sitting in the gym just watching him sweat through a workout but he was secretly pleased about that. He could tell that all the guys who said something were envious, because Anna was such a looker, so he played it cool and told them nothing. On the way back to his place a couple of hours later, she was only interested in asking about his workout regime, so that night had ended pretty companionably, too. Then suddenly, there was this, a couple weeks on, no word at all in between but here she was at four in the morning in his living room, all over him. What could he do but... go with it?
Long story short, they'd got a very fast cab ride back to her place (he'd managed to pull some clothes on in the dark and get his phone, but she was seriously horny and he'd barely kept said clothes on during the ride to her place) because he didn't want to disturb Wade and, frankly, she insisted. It was seriously like some switch had turned on in and her and BOOM she was just down to fuck, despite never seeming interested in him that way the other times they'd met. He was twenty, fit and incessantly horny himself though, so there was no way he was going to turn her down.
They'd barely managed to pay the cabbie (who hadn't seemed to mind too much, since he'd got quite a show on the drive) and get inside her place before he was fucking her, slamming it into her against the wall and she was crying out like some porno chick who couldn't get enough. Except she was real and she really couldn't get enough. He barely had time to get his breath before she was encouraging him again, working him back to hardness and bending herself into some truly amazing positions over pretty much every bit of furniture in the place. It was fucking amazing and, to top it all, she bit him, too. He blew harder than he ever had, laughing when he told her she made him see stars - not that he wanted to get all sentimental on her or anything.
Both of them had fallen into an exhausted sleep some time after dawn and he'd had the wherewithal only to call in sick for work before he crashed. He'd got some food from a nearby(ish) gas station when he'd woken up ravenous during the day and went walking, looking for something to nourish him, and was quite surprised when Anna woke up before the sun finished sinking. They showered together and then he took her back to bed, using his tongue on her until she'd come at least four times and he was so hard a cat couldn't have scratched him. He'd spilled yet another load in her, whispering to her how amazing and beautiful she was the whole time and then collapsed beside her, needing slightly longer to recuperate this time.
When Indie's car pulled up, Nash didn't hear it. He was too busy concentrating on what Anna was doing to him, his hands tied to the bedposts above his head and her hot little self teasing the fuck out of him with her long, thick hair, a feather and the soft, well-fucked entrance of her slit. Panting hard and doing his best to thrust into her while she hovered over him, her hands on his chest and straddling his now-desperate desire like a pro, all he could do was blink in confusion at her when she heard the car and froze. He caught the knock a few seconds later, though, and his dark brown eyes widened at Anna.
"Who's that?" he stage whispered, feeling strangely like they'd been caught doing something intensely naughty - probably because he was tied up and helpless; he was in no place and no mood to question the psychology of it, though. He just wanted to know who the fuck was at the door!
On the other side of the wood, Indie heard a male's voice asking who he was and he frowned, immediately getting the sense that he was interrupting... something. An indrawn breath through his nostrils quickly verified the nature of what such an event might be and he grinned to himself, his blue-hazel eyes dancing with merriment as he anticipated Anna's explanation when she opened the door.
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Anna came to the door in a less than respectable state, her typically smooth hair mussed and clutching a patchwork blanket around her shoulders that covered her chest and pelvic region, but left her long legs mostly exposed from the upper thigh down. Nash, still held immobile by the makeshift restraints she'd created with two of her leather belts, would be able to see that the blanket hadn't been wide enough to cover her entire backside, but she doubted he'd mind the view.
She'd tossed one of her many quilts at the human on her way to the door (along with the short explanation of, 'it's a friend'), but even as she stared up at Indie unblinkingly, it slid off and puddled on the floor. If Indie looked over her head at the bed just beyond, he'd see it'd left his body totally exposed. It really was a nice body, as Nash had gone to great lengths to make himself as close to a perfect male specimen as she'd seen, with beautiful musculature and proportions that she'd had the honor of becoming intimately familiar with. The only thing she wasn't totally satisfied with was his height (he stood nearly eye to eye with her), but what he lacked in stature, he made up in other areas. More pleasurable areas, as far as she was concerned.
"Can it wait?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Nash and then back to Indie with her eyebrows raised pointedly.
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His grin only broadened when she didn't bother with an explanation, just cut straight to a request for more time. When she glanced away, Indie did too and his view was unrestricted. His eyebrows shot up and he gave an appreciative chuckle at the sight of the young mortal - so close to culmination that his dick was still poking upright, yet he was doing his best to sit up against the head of the bed and look nonchalant, like he wasn't tied, naked to it - before he looked back down into Anna's eyes again (via her legs and everything in between).
"If - by 'it' - you mean me, then sure, I can wait 'til you're done. Doesn't look like it'll take long," he smirked with a pointed look in her captive's direction. "I'll just be-" he began but was given pause as she unceremoniously slammed the door in his face. "Waiting in the car," he finished for the door's benefit alone, before he turned and sauntered back to his vehicle. He got behind the wheel and turned the key back to accessories so he could still listen to the radio while he sat there, lifting his hips in order to extract his phone from his back pocke. He would amuse himself flinging some angry birds. First, though, he sent Will a text message, finding himself terribly amusing in the process: Slightly delayed while Anna sorts out personal hostage situation. Am confident of a happy ending for all. Maybe extra half hour. He then sat back, anticipating an equally-entertaining response from his lover.
Inside the cabin, when Nash caught sight of the guy - the huge guy - looking at him from the doorway, he blushed and did his best to look casual but it was pretty hard with his load cocked and ready to fire and Anna sashaying about the room with her pert little ass on display. When she turned and headed back towards him with that determined look on her face, his eyes widened and he wriggled back down onto the bed properly again. Somewhere inside, he knew he should probably be embarrassed but he was too far gone to worry about such things at that point.
"Are you going out somewhere?" he asked Anna in bewilderment, half relieved, half disappointed that tonight wouldn't follow the same pattern last night had. It'd probably kill him if it did... but what a way to go.
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William had got as far as bundling the sheets into the washer and turned it on, but Indie’s dream of him hoovering was beyond him right now. William had made his way onto the couch and was flicking through the channels considering how best to start teaching Anna - or maybe he should just let Indie lead the way with that - when his phone beeped.
He raised an eyebrow at Indie’s text, a smirk sliding over his face as he tried to imagine what might be going on at the cabin. By the sounds of it Anna had found some other way to relieve the pressure after being rejected by Indie last night.
Looks like your randiness is catching. Don’t enjoy yourself too much waiting ;)
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"Yes," Anna answered, not elaborating because Nash hadn't asked, and well, she really didn't feel like going into detail at the moment. Shedding her blanket, she crawled atop the human, straddling his abdomen and flattening her palms on his well-developed chest. Then, she lifted herself up just enough to reach between them and guided him into her, sinking down gratefully with a low moan. Her mood had shifted dramatically, and there was no sign of teasing or taunting as she rode him, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone every time she lowered herself.
She climaxed faster than she'd anticipated, given that by all rights, she should've been entirely numb with as much stimulation as she'd received over the past two nights, and cried out as her body clenched around him. Knowing that Nash hadn't achieved the same, she quickly went to work undoing his restraints and then lowered her upper half to clutch his middle, lifting her hips and letting him wrap his arms around her so he could piston himself into her until he, too, came.
Anna didn't immediately move from Nash, instead she made herself comfortable, pillowing a cheek against his chest and bringing her arms up to rest her hands on his shoulders. She relished the sensation of being as physically close to another as humanly possible, with him still inside her, and she lost herself in the sound of his heart pounding and his desperate gasps for air.
"I am to train tonight," she mumbled eventually, explaining that it was vampire specific with her sire and their friend when he inquired. It was all she'd had to look forward to the night before, but now there was this with Nash, and she was having a difficult time picturing herself doing anything else. If she didn't go, though, the opportunity to make herself what she should've already been might disappear, and she'd have to hope to find some other vampire willing to teach her.
With a sigh, she scooted off of Nash and went into the washroom, scooping up her discarded clothes as she went. Nash followed shortly after, and despite being so recently sated, she had a difficult time keeping her hands off him as they cleaned themselves. Eventually, her hands went to work scrubbing herself, and the most obvious traces of their activities were rinsed away and they began dressing, though Anna was sad to see his skin hidden away by his clothing and mentioned as much.
She also promised him future meetings and was pleased that he seemed very receptive to the idea. More nights like this one and she'd be well on her way of releasing all the pent up energy she'd accrued after more than a century's time.
Maybe she'd be able to totally relax when she'd had her fill.
As it was, though, she was smiling as she left the cabin, Nash in tow. She immediately went to the driver's side door of the sedan Indie was waiting in and tapped on it with the knuckle of her index finger, despite the fact that he'd noticed them on the way over and had already started rolling the window down.
"We will take him home before I go to William's," she announced once the pane of glass had slid into the side of the door. The set of her shoulders combined with the imperious tilt of her chin made it very clear she expected no argument from her chauffeur.
-
"Oh!" Indie exclaimed, making a big show of unfolding his long body and scrambling out of the car in order to do her bidding. "As you wish, m'lady!" he added, bending low and opening the back door for her to get in. Whether she realised that his dancing eyes and smirk meant that he was joking and ignored it, or she really was too fuck-struck to appreciate his sarcasm Anna didn't indicate, but she did slide into the car ahead of her companion.
Indie straightened when it was just the two of them and Nash, looking up at the redhead's imposing height warily, paused while he was looked over and assessed. After a moment's perusal, however, the vampire's expression shifted to a broad grin and he held a fist out towards the mortal. "Indie," he introduced himself.
"Nash," the younger male responded, also forming a fist and lifting it to press against the redhead's. The brief bump was enough to confirm his suspicions that the tall, pale man was quite cold and therefore probably also a vampire. It didn't occur to him to worry about that as he slid in and took his seat beside Anna (who'd stayed in the centre of the bench seat in order to be close to him and rest a hand on his thigh) though, he had enough stuff to feel intimidated about as it was. This Indie guy's height, for one.
"So, where d'you live?" the redhead asked as he started up the car and began driving, knowing he'd at least have to get to the main road before he had to decide on a direction and pretty sure Nash would come up with the goods by then.
"Uh... Xavier Lodge Apartments?" the twenty year old answered, his voice strained and rather higher than his normal deep, sexy tones because he was shit scared. Indie hadn't turned on the headlights and he couldn't see a goddamn thing, and he knew they weren't driving slowly. He expected to be smashed into a random tree trunk any second and scrabbled to get his seat belt on.
"Are you asking me?" the vampire queried, pulling a quizzical face as he adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see Nash's face better.
The manoeuvre only made the mortal even more anxious and he had to swallow before he could stammer out an answer, looking anxiously through the windscreen. "What? Oh! No, no that's where I live," he assured, "um, don't you need lights?"
"Not really," Indie considered, amused to have finally figured out what the kid was freaking out about. He hadn't thought about it, but it would probably be pretty fucking black out here in the middle of nowhere (though the moon gave off plenty of light, for him) to a mortal. "But I can put 'em on, if it'll make you feel better."
"Y-yes please."
Indie turned on the headlights and the world sprang into relief for Nash's inferior sight once more. "There ya go."
"Thanks."
"So... what do you do with yourself when horny women haven't got you tied to their beds, Nash?"
He blushed profusely, glancing at Anna for her reaction before he answered, embarrassed because he didn't spend much time at all in that predicament. It was all these two knew though, so he supposed that was all that mattered. "I'm a mechanic."
"No shit?"
"Um... no, no shit," Nash assured the vampire, wondering why he'd sounded so surprised. It wasn't like he'd claimed to be the fucking mayor or anything!
"Cars?"
"Yeah, and Trucks."
"Bikes?"
"Sometimes."
"Huh, good to know. Anna wants a bike, you know. She enjoys riding things - though, I guess you already knew that," Indie commented mildly to himself before he quickly changed the subject (to avoid Anna's wrath), sparing his passengers more embarrassment for a short while. As they emerged at the end of the track that led to Anna's neglected cabin, Indie checked with the mortal the exact route he should take to get to his building - a place the vampire was only vaguely familiar with, at best. It relaxed the conversation somewhat, keeping it within normal perameters for a while.
After a few minutes' silence - during which Nash and Anna exchanged cute smiles in the back seat - Indie had another question. "So, you two known each other long or were you just the first puppy she saw in the window last night?" he asked cheerfully.
"Excuse me?" Nash asked abruptly, offended because he was pretty sure the guy was calling him Anna's bitch (which he definitely was but there was no way he was owning that in front of her).
Indie pretended not to notice and also let the question slide as he thought of another. "So, Nash," he began in a familiar manner, "you must work out, yeah?"
"Uh... yeah, why?"
"Just making conversation, man. You looked pretty ripped back there, in the cabin," he explained offhandedly, grinning broadly when Nash blushed at the mention of Indie seeing him naked and tied to the bed. Indie caught Anna's expression in the rear view mirror at that moment, however, and let that topic drop, too.
"So how old are you?"
"Twenty. Almost twenty-one."
"You know she's like, two hundred or something, right?"
Nash turned and grinned at Anna, slipping his hand under hers and entwining his fingers so that he could hold her hand more intimately. "Yeah, I know," he said softly.
"She's got some moves though, I bet, right?"
Nash's eyes widened and he turned to look incredulously at Indiea via the rear view mirror. "Wouldn't you like to know!" the mortal said defensively, unsure of how he should be protecting Anna's virtue in this case and just saying the first thing that came to mind.
"Actually-" Indie began brightly, his grin broadening as he lifted his left hand off the steering wheel, his index finger pointed towards the ceiling as if he'd just had an epiphany, but that was when Anna chose to speak up and cut him off, fortuitously.
-
The more Indie talked, the more Anna was reminded of her youngest brother. With her free hand, she rubbed her upper thigh. She only felt the stiff fibers of new denim beneath her fingers, but she knew beneath it was a long, puckered scar that she'd gained the very day her brother had discovered how to sharpen his knife. The memory was still vivid in her mind - she could still see that although he'd apologized at their mother's insistence, he hadn't been truly sorry. There'd been a hard stubbornness in his dark brown eyes... something she saw in her own gaze when she looked into still water (or later, one of William's mirrors). He'd needed to test the sharpness of his blade, after all, and the only way to tell how it'd cut flesh was to... cut flesh.
His tongue had been just as sharp, unfortunately, and he'd used it against her with gusto. She'd had to develop a thick skin against his teasing, but there was only so much she could tolerate. Despite the haze of post-climatic bliss and although centuries had passed, the similarities between Indie and her brother had brought up old feelings and in turn, old reactions.
She snarled and punched the back of Indie's seat. "You had your chance," she pointed out hotly to Indie's reflection in the rear-view mirror.
-
He smirked happily as he met her reflected gaze, holding it for a few moments as he responded. "Exactly the point I was about to make... more or less," he murmured huskily. A suddenly-intrusive blaring horn told him he was wandering onto the wrong side of the road and he broke the eye contact in order to look forward, correct his driving and get their vehicle back where it ought to be, his vampiric reflexes having put them in absolutely no danger - though Nash didn't see it with quite the same amount of casual charm as Indiana did.
"Holy shit, we're gonna die!" he screamed, getting a good grip on the back of the seat ahead of him.
"We're already dead," the redhead rebutted calmly.
"You are, I'd prefer to stay alive, thank you very much!"
"Pfft. You're not in danger."
"You were on the wronge side of the fucking road!"
"Never played 'chicken'?"
"Like I said, I like being alive!"
Indie laughed outright. "Well, now you know what you're missing."
"Yes, I'll sleep happily ever after," Nash spat with a little less volume, settling back beside Anna once more as it appeared their driver was going to stick to the correct side of the road.
Indie tsked reprovingly, shooting Anna more devious looks via the rear-view mirror. "Oh dear, he's so sarcastic! I would've thought you'd have put him in a better mood! Seeing your hog-tying efforts in practise certainly made me regret my decision to turn you down, but now I wonder if I didn't make the right decision with Mister Grumpy being all post-coitally angsty!"
"What?!" Nash demanded, knowing that even though Indie was apparently talking to Anna, the digs were meant for him. It was a bit of a stretch, though, to be drawing parallels between the redhead's bad driving and sleeping with Anna, implying that it was the latter that had upset him. It was ridiculous and he wasn't entirely sure how he should respond, beyond that one word challenge.
"Sorry," Indie apologised with false sincerity, allowing a moment of silence to fall in order to make it seem like he was genuinely sorry and concentrating on driving. "I should probably have brought my crayons to draw it for you."
"Hey, fuck you, man! What the fuck have I done to you?" Nash bristled, sitting forward in his seat to glare angrily at the nasty white man squatting in the front seat of the car.
Indie laughed again, enjoying the fact that he'd managed to get a genuine bite from the mortal at last and wondering whether Anna would peel her little mortal off him or do some more punching against the back of his seat in defense of her lover. Nash was obviously being baited and in a rather heavyhanded manner, considering he really had done nothing to make Indie upset... beyond be a delicious little plaything, of course. The redhead was already sorry that their ride to the mortal's place would be ending sometime soon.
-
"You haven't done anything," Anna realized, the words trickling from her mouth like mollasses dribbling from a tilted jar. "He's toying with us." She snorted in a very unladylike manner and shook her head, wishing she'd realized it before she'd reacted.
"You focus on driving," she muttered, pointing between the seats and to the road ahead. "And you hold me," she whispered to Nash, leaning back and dipping her shoulder into Nash in such a way that it meant she pushed him back as well. She then snuggled her way under his arm and smiled up at the dark-skinned human, her fingers twining about his shirt and caressing the hard muscle below. He really was exquisite, with his chiseled profile and a body that was firm and unyielding. Well, as unyielding as a mortal's body could be. She'd had to hold back throughout their time together, for fear that she'd hurt him. Certainly sex wouldn't have been so restrained if Indie had responded to her advances.
Or if Nash was made to be like them.
Her eyes darted to the front of the car again, as she was half afraid that Indie had heard her thoughts. But he was no William. He wasn't nestled in her head like a coiled snake beneath a rotting log. Her thoughts were her own.
Anna's smile grew.
-
Indie gave a snappy, "Yes, ma'am!" response to his instruction to continue driving, though he continued to smirk at his passengers via the rear-view mirror. He adjusted it so he could watch them as Anna and Nash settled back again and he was intrigued by the troubled expression on the mortal's face - as he was when Anna swiftly looked at him, a question of some sort in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly but she merely smiled mysteriously to herself, not letting him in on what she was thinking. Crazy bitch.
Nash was indeed troubled. He allowed Anna to shoulder her way against him and obediently wrapped his arms about her but he was frowning as he mentally replayed some of the things he'd just heard. In amongst the near-death experiences and the getting yelled at and provoked by an enormous vampire he didn't know, he hadn't really been listening but now some things were rising to the surface for him to worry about. "What did you mean when... you said he'd had his chance?" he asked Anna quietly, peering worriedly down at her as he tried to recall what Indie's provocation before that statement had been. That had been the bit about him being tied up... hadn't it?
Despite Nash's best efforts at whispering and keeping his conversation with Anna in just the back seat between the two of them, the redhead in the front answered with a cheerful smile before she got a chance. "I took her for a ride on my bike and it got her all worked up," he said helpfully, meeting Nash's gaze in the rear-view. "Sexually. There was a moment... she wanted to fuck but I told her we shouldn't. On account of her sire. He doesn't like the idea of us together; he's real protective," Indie intoned mysteriously, making out like Nash had something to worry about in the form of Anna's sire.
Predictably, Nash looked back at Anna for confirmation or reassurance - he wasn't sure what he'd get from her, really, and was beginning to think that maybe he'd stepped into the middle of some really funky vampire stuff that he oughtn't have. "Will I be in trouble with him?" he warbled quietly, now picturing a vampire even bigger and scarier than the one spooking him from the front seat.
-
Despite her resolution not react to his goading, Anna was sorely tempted to punch Indie's seat again. The only thing that kept her from doing so was that she didn't trust him to remain on their side of the road if she did. She satisfied herself with shooting a glare in his direction and promised herself that once Nash was safely at home, she'd give the childish vampire a good thumping like he deserved. It wasn't because he'd mentioned the bike ride that'd made her remember she owned a clitoris, it was that he'd brought up her sire.
And she was annoyed because if he was right, it'd ruin the plans that had started forming in her mind. William wouldn't allow her a fledgling; he'd implied as much when he'd ventured out to her cabin in the woods the night of their reunion.
Since you haven’t got a fledgling hidden away in there, I may be able to forgive you...
Forgive her. Pah. She still wasn't convinced he needed to forgive her. Even though Indie had explained why William would've left a fledgling in her first years, she felt like it was her who should have to do the forgiving. She'd never leave a fledgling, not of her own free will. She would protect and provide for. Always. And in that alone, she instantly became a better sire than William was capable of being.
But first, she had to create a fledgling. She nuzzled her cheek against Nash's chest, smiling and seemingly oblivious to his concern about William. "Mmm, no," she said, her voice soft and dream-like.
You're safe.
I'll keep you safe.
She felt-sent to him, and she could sense him relaxing - both in his mind and body.
Indie, on the other hand, scoffed. Anna ignored him, even though she too had her doubts.
The rest of the ride was quiet, uneventful, and before Indie could say too much, she'd urged Nash from the car and they were at his doorstep. Her mouth was on his and her limbs were wrapped around him in a way that suggested she'd let him have her then and there if he so desired. But she tore herself away from him with a promise that she'd return soon. The next night, maybe. Or the night after.
Soon.
One final kiss and a flash of a smile, then she was back in the car (though this time she rode shotgun).
"We can go now," she said needlessly, crossing her arms under her chest and staring into the darkness beyond.
-
"Damn you're uppity when you've been laid!" the redhead told her with a smirk as he obediently pulled the car away from the kerb, turning a smart u-turn that sent them back towards his and Will's place. "Seriously would've thought it'd relax you," he muttered to himself, thinking about he and Will against his better judgment. In some circumstances, he could see how the sex might lead to more questions... but he wasn't Anna, hers should've been much easier to deal with.
-
"Maybe if you weren't... Weren't you!" she retorted, then lashed out at his mind with mental tendrils coated in thorns. Roses had nothing on them, for if they'd appeared in the physical world, they would've made excellent daggers.
You were cruel to him. You brought up Wil-
She drew back, but reached out again with a sort of horrified fascination to gently brush against surface thoughts that told a story she'd never expected to encounter.
William. Indie. William and Indie. On a bed. With William on his knees... No... Indie on his back and his arms around her sire and...
She didn't put up a fight when she was very abruptly shoved away from the images. Oh, she'd seen enough. She knew exactly what had happened and it made her laugh. At first, it was a strangled sound, like her laughter had become lodged somewhere in the back of her throat, but sounds of amusement eventually wiggled their way past her lips and she couldn't stop them. Her arms had become uncrossed and she slapped her thigh with one palm and banged the armrest between them with the other, punctuating each boisterous peal of laughter with a thud.
"Oh, oh. That explains it..." she squeezed out between her guffaws, "William's not protective of me! He's protective of you!"
-
Indie was so startled when she mentally hit out at him that he really didn't protect himself at all well. At first, he wasn't sure she'd picked up his daydreaming about the sex he and Will had shared in the very early hours of this day but he'd mentally shoved at her and put up a barricade anyway. There was quiet... for a short while, and then there was that horrid sound of her strangled laughter that soon became humiliating cackles and he knew. She knew everything. So much for airing out the bedroom and hoping for some discretion.
"Fuck you," was all he said, his teeth gritted and his eyes on the road. If he'd been a more philosophical vampire, he might've appreciated the value of payback at play; he'd teased the Hell out of Nash and Anna, now she had the goods to tease him in turn... but he wasn't philosophical. He was flushed with embarrassment and uncertainty, having never been in the position of defending a serious relationship before and it just made him more and more flustered as he contemplated ways to explain it. There wasn't any way out of it, though. He and Will had had sex
made love
oh christfuck
and now Anna knew it. "It's none of your business," he snarled, hoping his angry tone might dissuade her from teasing him any more. The drive home now stretched out before them like an insurmountable mountain and he was already debating chickening out and just driving her home and leaving her there until he'd figured out an acceptable way of explaining what there was between him and Will. Her place was closer. Instinctively, he accelerated.
-
Her laughter faded, but only long enough for her to respond to Indie's insult. "Fuck me? No, you wouldn't, would you? I have the wrong parts!" She giggle-snorted helplessly, again clapping her hand against her thigh. Oh, it was too good. She'd thought there had been something wrong with her when Indie had rejected her earlier in the night. But it wasn't that at all! And now that she gave it some consideration, it probably had everything to do with how William didn't look at her the same way he had before they'd separated. He liked men now. Exclusively, maybe.
She faced Indie then, her bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout and her dark eyebrows drawn low. "You won't take Nash away from me, will you? That would make me very sad."
His tone had clearly done nothing to deter her from poking fun at him.
-
He was so busy debating answering or not answering her first jibe about her not having the right parts - for the more he objected, the more she'd disbelieve what he said, right? And then what would happen? He'd have to go ahead and fuck her to prove how much he loved women and there was no happy ending in that for any of them when she was the one female who was definitely on his 'no fuck' list! - that it took a moment for him to figure out the second bit. He fowned at her, mouthing the beginning of, 'What?' but not voicing it, when the penny dropped.
She thought he'd steal Nash because he was hot for some wild gay sex or some shit. Fuck that!
"That's it," he growled, getting a grip on the wheel so tight that it groaned beneath his fingers, "I'm taking you home! I am not a homo and I'm not gonna' sit around all night having you accuse me of it!" He made a sharp turn when it was necessary, heading vaguely in the direction of her cabin once more (though, since his house was a bit beyond that, it was still vaguely in the same direction as it, too).
-
Anna changed her tune just as quickly as Indie had turned the car around. "Wait, no. Indie, please. I was only teasing. I want to go to my lessons," she pleaded, all traces of humor gone from her face. "Maybe you're not a... a homo. Maybe you just like having sex with men sometimes. It's okay. I like women sometimes, too."
She was begging, and that was pathetic, but it was imperative that she begin her lessons as soon as possible. That meant placating Indie. She needed to know everything she didn't already know, so she could share all that knowledge with her fledgling. Before, it'd been important just to her, but now there was another and it made her all the more desperate for what Indie and William could teach her.
Anna looked plaintively out the window, then back at Indie. "Turn around, please?"
-
He deigned not to answer her for a while, pleased that she didn't know the city well enough by road that she didn't realise he could still get them to his place with a few smart (and subtle) turns. He waited until she begged one more time before he spoke to her. "Settle down, I'm taking you to my place," he growled, not looking at her as he made a pointed (squealing) turn that seemed to satisfy her. He drove in silence a little farther before he decided he'd address the elephant in the car.
"And for the record, I don't fuck 'men'. Just Will. And only once. I dunno' where it'll go. He likes guys, I like women but... we care about each other so... we compromise. Well, I do," he muttered, feeling thoroughly humiliated by admitting all this to her. He braved a glance in her direction though, to see if he could figure out what she thought of what he'd said and whether she was about to tease the fuck out of him again.
-
"It's good to have someone who cares about you," she said cautiously. Anna was well aware that she was treading in dangerous waters with the other vampire, so was choosing her words carefully. If she said something that offended him, he might very well turn around again and despite her shared bloodline with William, she wasn't sure how to follow it to his home.
She was totally dependent on the man who was fucking her sire to take her to him.
That should've been hilarious, but she was afraid to laugh.
-
"Yeah it is," he agreed quietly and then just watched the road ahead, trying not to think about too much in case she was going to try probing at his thoughts at an inappropriate moment again. The next time he spoke was when they were pulling into the driveway, rolling slowly towards the garage door that was moving sedately upwards (after he'd clicked the button strapped to his visor).
"This is it," he said blandly, parking the vehicle in amongst the well-stocked garage. His and Will's bikes were on the right side, where another car should fit, but there were enormous steel racks covering the back wall that held everything from oxygen tanks to parachutes and every szie and type of rope in between. He got out of the car and led her to the left, through the doorway in the corner (clicking the button that lowered the garage door as he went through it).
He didn't look at Anna and he expected she'd follow him in. He only had eyes for Will, wanting to share with him through a look that she knew about them (and not really able to understand that such a look might mean just about anything along the spectrum of 'Anna's a pain in the ass', which wouldn't necessarily rouse Will's sympathy).
-
William had done a pretty good job of getting the laundry on and airing out the house, taking the time to clean things properly because he was nervous about seeing Anna again. He was nervous about training her or in fact watching Indie train her since he had so little left to show her. He could block – he could do a couple more tricks but he’d never wanted to really do more so he’d never worked on it.
Perhaps he would be able to learn a little tonight as well.
He felt Anna approaching before he heard the car entering the garage. Indie’s trip to pick her up had taken much longer than he’d expected and so when they entered the back door William was stood waiting for them, wearing dark denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt which fitted his form nicely and he leant casually against a wall, before straightening up, then shifting his position again, before finally finding a spot in the hallway in the doorway which lead to the kitchen where some blood was warming in the microwave for his fledgling and his lover. Training could be hungry work.
Fuck, there was his lover, his love? Indie was still so timid about it. They’d left things well, but William was well aware the smallest thing could scare Indie off and put them back. Tonight, these hours at least, were about Anna though, and Will guessed she was the reason behind the odd look the redhead was giving him as he entered the back door. William raised an eyebrow, giving Indie a questioning look, before turning his attention to his fledgling.
Indie had texted to know they would be a little longer than just a pick up, Anna had been distracted by someone and William know he was in no position to complain about that. He was no saint and he knew she wasn’t either. And to be honest it was kind of a relief to know she was fucking someone other than Indie (the scent about her confirmed that it was sex which had been the culprit of the delay). She may have washed, but Will could still smell the hint of it – and the human she’d been with. She must have been close to him even after the wash. Knowing that Indie had got her horny enough that she’d had to go find someone to fuck was a little disconcerting though.
Blocking off those feelings from both of the younger vampires as usual, William stepped forwards, lightly touching Anna’s arm.
“Good evening,” he said, giving her a smile before gesturing for her to get comfortable on one of the couches. “I thought you might have got lost on the way,” he added with a smirk at Indie having not understood Indiana's look of warning.
-
Anna barely acknowledged William - she smiled briefly at him - before she brushed past him to crouch in front of the giant television that'd been left on. It wasn't the first time she'd encountered one, for she'd spied them through open blinds and shop windows before, but she'd never ceased being amazed by how magical they were. It was magic to her, that people and things could appear on the surface of the screen, and they were doing all sorts of things that she didn't quite understand and doubted she ever would.
Like now, there was a man underwater in a tight black outfit, a mask and duck feet. He was in a cage and there was a creature made of teeth that swam towards him, then began circling the cage. She let out a gasp when the camera shifted angles and suddenly the teeth were coming at her, but then she was out of the cage again, watching the man jab the creature with a long, pointy stick.
She continued watching raptly, and would do so for as long as she was allowed to.
-
"Slight delay," Indie muttered, turning to glare at Anna... except she wasn't following him any longer. She'd slipped between the two couches and was kneeling before the television unit, staring at the T.V. like it was a messenger from God. He looked over at Will, quirking an eyebrow. "Is she for real?" he queried, thumbing in her direction (as if his friend wouldn't know who he was talking about).
-
William raised an eyebrow slightly as his fledgling breezed past him without a word and watched her in amazement as she dropped to the floor in front of the TV. If she got finger marks on it William would not be impressed. He turned his gaze to Indie, smiling slightly at the angry look on the redhead’s face.
“Who doesn’t love Shark Week?” William said with a chuckle, heading into the kitchen to fetch the heated up blood. He was still wary of what might happen when training started, but Anna didn’t seem all that worried about it and having his blood and his love close had put him more at ease than he’d expected. He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the kitchen as he moved, indicating he wanted Indie to follow him.
-
Indie gave a nonplussed look at the shark week comment but followed Will into the kitchen obediently. He wasn't sure whether he was there just to carry blood or because Will had something to say, so he moved close to the blonde once he was on the tiles and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
-
“She do something to piss you off on the trip? Last night you were all enthusiastic about this, now you’re all tense,” William said in a low voice as he sorted out the drinks, grabbing a couple of glasses to fill for Indie and Anna. Anna had seemed too engrossed in the TV to be bothering to try to listen at least.
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The redhead scowled and forced the tips of his fingers into his jeans pockets, deciding how best to broach this with Will. It wasn't like he could act too offended by Anna finding out, because that would upset his... Will. he had to choose his words carefully (hence the scowl).
"When I picked her up, she had some mortal kid tied to her bed. She'd had him there a while but I still had to wait 'til she'd finished off one last time. When they were done, I drove him home, gave him a bit of shit, y'know, nothing serious, just enough to get her a bit riled up," he explained innocently, shrugging as if he couldn't fathom why it'd all turned sour on him. "Once she'd dropped him off and they'd licked each other's faces goodbye, she got in the front with me and... well... she looked into my head and saw me thinking about being with you last night and she laughed at us!" he cried plaintively, his expression only further puckered by indignation.
"She only stopped laughing when I told her I'd take her home if she didn't." He watched Will with large blue-hazel eyes, wondering if his petulance at being the butt of some joke he couldn't understand would translate to his friend.
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William raised an eyebrow as Indie described Anna having a human tied to her bed. Really he hadn’t expected that from her – yes, she’d been passionate and exciting, but never so kinky. Maybe she had learnt one or two things in her time. He refrained from commenting though, wanting to let Indie get out whatever was bothering him.
He raised an eyebrow as Indie finally came out with it, understanding immediately why Indie was so worked up about it. He’d had enough issues admitting he liked William, having someone else know without him offering up that information willingly can’t have been easy for him. And his pride would have suffered no matter what Anna had been laughing at him about.
“She’s ignorant and I’m sure defensive after you refused her last night. I assume it was the good parts of last night you were thinking on, not us screaming at each other?” he added with a small smirk, tempted to reach out and touch Indie to comfort him somehow but unsure of whether the redhead would let him at the moment given the circumstances.
“Do you want to continue with this tonight? It can always wait?” William offered, not wanting Anna to stay if Indie was going to be uncomfortable with it.
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"Nah, it's-" Indie broke off, frowning at Will, "you don't have a problem with her knowing about us?" he asked carefully. If Will didn't care then that might mean he was overreacting because he knew he was hypersensitive about their relationship. Him? Overreact? Yeaaaahhhh. He waited on his friend's response before he discussed proceeding tonight.
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“I know she was fucking some human so why should it matter her knowing who I’m with?” William replied with a small shrug. “But you obviously do have a problem with it,” he added, raising an eyebrow as he studied Indie’s reaction.
Of course William had known Indie might have a problem with it, which was why he’d been careful about airing the place out and washing the sheets – he wasn’t about to shout about it and make Indie uncomfortable about it because it had taken this long for Indie to give into it. That didn’t mean William wasn’t a little insulted by it, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
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"I don't have a problem," the redhead asserted with a scowl that contradicted his strongly-phrased words. "And she'd have found out eventually, I just... it was immediate," he huffed plaintively. "I wasn't ready to... to tell anyone yet, I guess. But they have to know so... might as well start somewhere," he muttered, unable to think of anyone else that would need to be informed he was fucking a dude but the faceless 'they' sounded more comforting.
Looking at Will through his lashes now, Indie realised he was seeming very petulant and that wasn't a very kind way to treat someone he loved and who brought stability to his life. He squared his shoulders and stepped forward to kiss Will, pecking his lips. "It's fine. She knows and that's that. Now we need to peel her off the T.V. and get down to business, to see if we can't all figure out how to work together, right?" he stated, taking two glasses of blood and doing his best to focus on moving forward. He certainly sounded very positive.
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William really wasn’t convinced by Indie’s protests that he didn’t have a problem with people knowing – but he cared enough to try to protest so that was enough for now. He smiled as Indie gave him a kiss, he really hadn’t expected Indie to do anything like that whilst Anna was in the house, so this was better than nothing.
William let Indie take the glasses and followed him through into the living room, picking up the remote from where he’s dropped it on the sofa and flicking off the TV without warning. He waited until he had Anna’s attention and she was looking towards him before he began to speak.
“During training you’re both going to get hungry, so sip the blood slowly,” William warned, gesturing to the glasses Indie held. “As you know, I don’t do much mental training myself, so I’ll just… be here if you do need anything,” he added, taking a seat on the sofa and turning his gaze to Indie, wondering how the redhead would be as a teacher considering he’d never had a fledgling before – and how hard headed Anna was.
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She'd cried out in dismay when suddenly the teeth creature and the duck man were gone, but clearly William didn't care, because her sire didn't turn the television back on. It was a good thing, she realized when her attention was drawn to the two glasses Indie held. They were here to train. She'd sacrificed a lot (Indie had deserved far more teasing than he'd received, given how long he'd pestered her and Nash) to do so, and there she was, prepared to spend the rest of the night in front of a magic screen, lost in another world that she still wasn't convinced existed.
Remaining in her crouched position, she turned to face Indie and then crossed her legs beneath her, settling on the ground where she was most comfortable. "I'm sure Indie has plenty to teach me," Anna said with the tiniest of smirks - all the easier to hide if Indie complained about it to William.
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"Don't be a bitch," Indie warned as he handed her one of the glasses and sat on the couch - perched on the edge of it - facing her to drink his. Once he'd consumed sustenance Will had so thoughtfully realised they'd need, the redhead looked across at his friend sitting on the other couch. It was almost like Indie was waiting for some sort of signal to begin (due to being so nervous about what he was doing) but when Will just looked encouragingly back at him, he knew he was on his own.
He began by explaining that he didn't have a lot of skill but he'd do his best. It soon became clear that Anna was most interested in being able to dominate people, but Indie warned they'd have to work up to that. They commenced a sort of mental duelling where he challenged her skills in the subtle arts of intention sensing, reading emotions from body cues and plucking surface thoughts without being detected. Mind reading undetected was difficult for her, though she showed great promise at being able to locate information she wanted to find... as long as she didn't havet to worry about being detected. She'd developed some skill aready in blocking and Will helped with that bit again, when it was time to test her, encouraging her very patiently, in Indie's opinion.
By the time they got to the parts Anna really wanted to get to - manipulating people using her will - hours had passed and Indie was feeling tired. He faltered in explaining how exactly Anna should 'feel' around another person's mind in order to find the emotional area she needed to trigger the desired response and she grew frustrated with his poor descriptions. Up until then he'd been quite eloquent but her efforts were jumbling his thoughts crazily, so he decided it was time to call it a night. They weren't anywhere close to being able to do what she most wanted to do, for there were many subtle things she needed to perfect to build up to more advanced skills, and she wasn't going to pick them up in one session.
"I think we should stop for tonight," he eventually sighed, tiredly rubbing his eyes with the pads of his thumb and index finger. It was almost three in the morning and dawn wasn't far away. Removing his hand, he looked frankly at Anna. "You did great but I don't think I can concentrate any more. You need to practise all the basic stuff first anyway - on some mortals, rather than on me - and get good at that before we start fucking with too much shit. It's not gonna' happen in a few hours. Next time, we probably should hit the streets, what do you think?"
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Anna rose unsteadily to her feet, but was soon sitting again - though this time, on the couch her sire was still on. She curled up on the opposite side, ending up with her cheek pillowed on the armrest and her booted feet tucked behind her. "Okay," she mumbled into the velvety fabric, not possessing enough energy to raise her head so she could speak clearly.
William had been right. She'd doubted him when he'd said her training session would be trying. After all, she'd recovered quickly when he'd taught her some blocking techniques, but almost everything Indie had guided her in had required far more effort than building walls in her mind.
"'S there more to drink?" she asked, her eyebrows raised imploringly. Another glass of blood wouldn't quench her formidable thirst, nor clear her head totally, but it'd be a start.
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William watched the two quietly, giving some input when he felt the need but otherwise staying out of it. He wondered if he should maybe be trying this stuff too, it wouldn’t be good to have her able to best him. He didn’t doubt he would be able to keep her out, but she did want to learn and he was her sire.
He was still thinking about the training and what they could do next time, going out to find some mortals to practise on when Anna’s question brought him out of his own thoughts.
“Of course, I’ll get you both some,” William said, giving Anna a smile, noticing for the first time she’d joined him on the sofa. He stood up and headed for the kitchen, lightly touching Indie’s shoulder on the way past and giving it a small squeeze. He’d been a good teacher, pushing Anna and himself, and Will could see how tired he was now.
He disappeared into the kitchen and soon they would hear the sound of the microwave again.
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Indie frowned at her, his head lolling back into the soft cushion of the couch. She was clearly as exhausted as he was and he didn't think a glass of blood would perk either of them up enough to get too exciteable about getting her home at this hour. "You want to stay here for the day? You can have Will's bed," he offered, mostly thinking of the fact that this would get him out of having to drive anywhere with his head like cotton wool. Will could drive her home, of course, but he only realised that after he'd asked if she wanted to stay over. Damn.
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Anna couldn't imagine standing up from the couch, much less making it to her sire's bedroom (unless she crawled, not that she'd give either of them the satisfaction of witnessing that), but she didn't share that with Indie - not yet.
"But where will he sleep if I'm in his bed?" she asked with feigned, wide-eyed innocence.
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The redhead's mouth twisted and he glared at her, wishing she'd just drop it. Really, how exciting could it be to harp on it like she was?
"If he sleeps, it's in my bed," he answered tightly. "Which you fucking know," he added bitterly, looking at her like he couldn't fathom what joy she got from needling him.
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I do now, she thought, but didn't say. As it was, she'd started to suspect that if she continued picking at Indie's easily removed scabs, he'd retract the offer and she'd be hauled off by William - over his shoulder, dragged behind him, or something equally embarrassing.
"The light will be blocked from this room. I can stay here," she did say. The microwave dinged, and she hastily added, "If it's alright with you?"
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"I offered for you to stay, didn't I?" he retorted sarcastically. "The house everywhere is light tight so you can go where you want, I don't care. I even have a coffin in the basement, if you want complete isolation," he added as Will entered the room again. He'd said this last bit casually but he was actually very interested in how she'd react to this news and he was subtly watching her every move. Most chicks dug it... which surely meant that Anna was about to launch a tirade about what a freak he was, because if there was one thing she wasn't, it was 'most chicks'.
He accepted the blood Will held out to him gratefully, smiling and thanking him before guzzling as politely as he was able.
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Anna was less polite, mumbling something that sounded like thanks into her glass while she gulped it down. Only after she finished her drink did she sit up entirely and boggle properly at Indie. "Coffin? The thing you put the dead in before covering them in dirt? You choose to sleep in one of those?"
She turned her incredulous expression William's way before Indie could answer. "Why would anyone do that?"
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William returned after a few moments, catching the last part of Indie’s offer. So, apparently Anna was going to be sleeping here for the day. Will wouldn’t have offered it himself, but he could see the sense behind it – that didn’t mean he was completely comfortable with it though. She was his fledgling, he should trust her and it was getting better between them, but they had been apart for a long time. And there was no way she was older enough to fight the daylight and be a threat to them even if she wanted to.
He sat again, this time beside Indie, curling one leg up underneath his body as he gazed at his fledgling. At her question he gave a small smile before delicately clearing his throat.
“I believe sleeping in it was not Indie’s main intention when the coffin was purchased,” he said, before shooting a mischievous grin at Indie.
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Indie gave Will an admonishing look. "I bought it," he corrected austerely, "because I wanted to create a fledgling and I was made in a coffin so it seemed right to keep that tradition going. I think I even slept in a coffin for a while when I was first made because I have very good feelings about them and when I'm in it, it makes me feel good." He caught Will's expression and huffed a little as he admitted the rest.
"But I never made the fledgling and it turns out that lots of women get really horny in them, so I've done quite a bit of fucking in it. I think it's because they dig how I can lay there looking all dead but with a raging hard cock they can ride to their heart's content," he nodded, smirking at his own lewdness and rather hoping she'd be so repulsed by the topic she'd get all squeamish and let it drop.
Somehow, talking in front of Will about all the women he'd fucked in his basement made him feel incredibly awkward and he held Anna's gaze, unwilling to look at his friend (even though he was beginning to feel he really should just tell Will to drive Anna home and be done with it).
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She looked at Indie, her pretty face caught up in a snarl of disdain. It was his coffin that aroused them, not him. Similarly, it had been his motorcycle - not Indie - that had gotten her worked up earlier that week. He'd turned out to be an uncivil, repulsive little creature, and she considered herself fortunate he hadn't complied when she'd propositioned him.
What William saw in him, she couldn't begin to guess.
"I want to see the teeth creature again," she said abruptly. She figured it'd be a win-win scenario: the subject would be changed and she'd be able to watch television again.
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He was more upset with her reaction than he'd anticipated he would be (even though she dropped the topic and he got exactly what he wanted) and she gave him another layer of regret on top of the one he was already feeling over talking like that in front of Will. He felt shitty and regretted the stupid comment, the feeling curling in his chest like a ball of poison leaking slowly through him. Because of this, he was quick to react.
"Whatever," he muttered in a surly manner, reaching forward and snatching the remote off the coffee table in order to turn the television on. He supposed they could sit here and watch something until they went to bed. With the reote in hand, he leaned back in a casual (deliberate) slouch that brought him into contact with Will, his elbow hooked over his lover's knee and his upper body and head pressed against his chest. His legs were splayed in the opposite direction and he began flipping through the numerous cable channels they had (the remote was in the hand now firmly anchored in Will's lap), looking for something interesting to watch.
Touching Will made him feel better and it started slowly eating away that horrible feeling inside him; he was intensely grateful for that and had to fight off the overwhelming urge to lean up and kiss him. It meant that he wasn't really even seeing what was showing on the television screen, he just kept pressing the channel button and wishing he was alone with Will.
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William’s smile faded slightly as Indie mentioned creating a fledgling, but the crease between his eyebrows which was threatening to turn into a frown disappeared into a softer look as Indie explained how safe he felt in the coffin. He could easily ignore Indie’s crude description of the women he’d had in there – he’d heard things like that often enough from Indie, although the redhead seemed to be avoiding looking his way now.
He raised an eyebrow at Anna’s response – obviously she didn’t find the thought as appealing as the women Indie chose to bring home with him usually. Although William didn’t approve of the look of distaste Anna had on her face whilst looking at his friend, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. It didn’t look as though Anna would be propositioning Indie again. He trusted Indie, but she was a temptation William didn’t want paraded in front of his lover.
William shifted comfortably as Indie lay against him, placing his arm around the redhead’s shoulders and resting his other on the knee which Indie hadn’t wrapped himself around. He let his mind wander as he watched the TV – Indie had obviously put a lot of thought into siring someone to go as far as buying a coffin, even if now he’d told Will he wasn’t going to. But if he changed his mind again then Will didn’t want to let it come between them. Maybe in a few years, if things worked well training Anna together, maybe they could find someone together. Someone they could both have. But right now they didn’t need that. It couldn’t hurt to think about it though, just as a maybe.
He blinked as he realised Indie was still channel flicking and Will leant down to press a kiss to Indie’s temple as he took the remote from his fingers, putting it on the nature channel without really bothering to see what was on.
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From the corner of her eye, she watched Indie and William crawl and drool all over each other and her look of disdain grew. Didn't they remember she was sitting there? Maybe she didn't want to see-
Oh, the teeth creature was back.
She turned her attention fully on the television, stretched her long legs out in front of her on the couch, then leaned back and crossed her arms just beneath her breasts.
"Shark! It's called a shark!" she announced happily after several minutes of hearing the name mentioned every time the camera focused on the sleek, grey killing machine. "Are there sharks in this ocean? I'd like to see one."
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Indie snorted. "There are sharks in all the oceans of the world so you go walking out and I'm sure you'll find one but I tell you what, you get your arm bitten off, that shit is not gonna' grow back, I don't care how good your regenration is." He dragged his head back across Will's shoulder in order to look up at him in perplexion. "Is she for real? She's never seen a shark? Didn't even know what it was? Has she ever even been out of the United States?"
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William was contentedly ignoring Anna’s exclamations and the TV, focusing on enjoying the feel of the redhead settled comfortably in his arms before Indie turned to discuss Anna as though she wasn’t there.
He tore his gaze away from Indie to watch Ann steadily.
“No, I don’t suppose you have,” he said quietly. He never intended leaving America – the seasickness on his way here had put him off ever travelling by sea again and the thought of flying by plane and trusting someone so completely with his life, was more than William could take. But he doubted that his paranoia would have effected Anna in that way. If she got it in her head to leave she would have done – but he’d never felt her disappear like that.
“We could go diving sometime, show you some of the things out there. I can’t guarantee sharks though,” he offered to Anna. He’d never gone out in a boat to go properly deep sea diving with Indie, but he was happy to go in the water from the beach.
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Anna ignored Indie's comments, knowing if she acknowledged him it'd only encourage him to be more of an idiot, and focused entirely on her sire. She smiled widely - grinned, really - and nodded. "Oh, yes. I'd like that. Very much. I haven't been swimming in a long time, and never in an ocean."
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The redhead looked back at her, mildly frustrated that she was ignoring him in favour of answering Will only. "Ocean," he announced, "it's not hard to find. Twenty miles that way," he advised, slicing a hand in the direction of the nearest bit of sea. he watched her, to see if she'd look at him, though his sarcastic demeanour was unlikely to endear him to her, he guessed.
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Will’s fingers closed tightly around Indie’s arm in a silent warning. He didn’t want them fucking, but he equally didn’t want them at each other’s throats and he was more able to get Indie to do what he wanted than Anna at this point in time. He had little faith he’d be able to get his way subtly though.
“It’s pretty different to a lake, you’ll love it,” William said reassuringly to his fledgling whilst trying to ignore his friend’s sarcasm. To be honest he was pretty amazed at how shut into her own little world Anna had become. Had she really never been in the ocean?
"Are you tired yet?" he added quickly, praying to God one of them would be. Wasn't that what parents did in those films? Annoying children get sent to bed early? But Indie was most definitely not his child and he hadn't treated Anna as one for so long he doubted commanding her to go to bed would have much affect other than her laughing at him.
"There's a TV in my room as well, you could watch the sharks in bed if you wanted to, if you're tired, or bored of this guy making smart ass comments," he added with a smile at Anna, not wanting her to think he was just trying to get rid of her for his own pleasure.
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She glowered at Indie, but before she could let him know he was welcome to go to the ocean and be eaten by sharks, William offered her a better alternative. If she went to William's room, she could watch television in peace, without Indie to mock her for not having been able to explore the country, much less the world.
"Yes, I am tired," Anna said, standing and shooting Indie another glare to let him know that she hadn't spoken the entire truth.
It was him she was tired of.
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Indie set his jaw and narrowed his eyes at her, hating that she was so fucking righteous. He was good enough when she wanted to learn shit from him or if she was in need of a quick bit of cock, but relating to her outside of those areas was fucking impossible. She was sheltered and fucking ignorant to the entire world, where he'd spent his life roaming the planet, seeking adventure. How dare she say she was tired because she felt like getting away from him - in hs own fucking house!
"You know, Will," he cut in quickly, sitting up off his lover so that he'd have room to move - ostensibly into his bedroom, to ready the bed for her. "We're both tired... but you're not. It'd probably be much more convenient if you drove Anna home so she can sleep in her own bed. There's still time, I reckon. I dunno why I didn't think of it earlier," he exclaimed mildly, staring daggers at the beautiful woman standing so piously above him.
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As Indie sat up to give him room William stood up as expected, but he stopped as the redhead spoke, frowning down at him. He gave a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to go out and drive Anna home. He wanted to send her into his room, then curl up beside Indie to cuddle and talk. He had been using tiredness as an excuse to get Anna and Indie apart, but if he took Anna home then Indie might be too tired when he got back to be able to talk properly.
“I am tired. Tired of listening to you two sniping at each other. I’m going to Indie’s room, let me know when you two have figured out what you want to do, whether I’m chauffeur or preparing a bed,” William snapped before turning and heading out of the living room. He headed straight to Indie’s bed, ignoring any protests from the youngsters until he got a straight decision from both of them. He flopped down on the bed, flicking open his phone and turning on some music to help clear his mind as he shut his eyes.
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Anger rose, burning and poisonous, clambering its way up her throat and out of her mouth. "You and your stupid coffin and your stupid comments. You want me to leave? Fine. I'll leave. But I don't need him to drive me. I can take care of myself."
William had left her once more, making her handle his fuck buddy rather than dealing with him himself, and it had reminded her that people didn't change. Not really. He'd made some effort to help and teach her, but in the end, he would only ever abandon her when things grew too difficult. She didn't need that in her life. She needed security. And she wasn't about to find it with him.
Tears, spurred by her realization, amassed in her eyes and Anna turned away from the smirking Indie, not wanting him to see that her fury had turned to sorrow.
"Fuck you both," she said, chokingly, and fled to the door, slamming it behind her after she pushed her way through.
She doubted she'd make it back to her cabin in the woods before the sun rose, but she'd sleep in the ground before she stayed there.
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Indie frowned, finding he'd spent so many hours connected to her mentally that he sensed her emotions far more acutely than he normally would have; it was annoying that he was so attuned to her, for he shared her despair and knew that he'd hurt her. He'd expected his jab to be brushed off like she'd brushed him off with every other little comment but obviously saying she should leave was too much. She was overtired and oversensitive and he was pissed off... because she made him feel like shit suddenly and he couldn't stand that sensation of self doubt.
With a growl, he hurtled off the couch and chased after her - not slamming the door behind him, for he intended to come back through it imminently - finding her far sooner than he expected he would, not too far down the street. He grabbed her left upper arm to stop her and turned towards her as he simultaneously forced her to look at him, his free hand grasping her other upper arm. He frowned as he saw tears and he felt even worse.
"Don't cry," he said gruffly, reaching up to swipe his thumb across her cheek and collect one as it rolled downward, "I didn't mean it. I was just pissy because you were being a stuck-up bitch and ignoring me. I do want you to stay," he admitted, words rushing out of him in an effort to get her to stop and listen. "Please?"
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When Indie brushed away her tears, she looked up at him with wide eyes. She was stupefied by the compassionate gesture, not only because it wasn't something she'd expected from the big, hulking idiot, but because her own sire hadn't behaved that way towards her since they'd been reunited. It'd been made all the more obvious to her when she'd witnessed how they interacted with one another on the couch, snuggling and sharing loving touches with one another. She'd been jealous, but had been able to throw herself into watching television so to ignore the feeling - enough that she hadn't even been able to properly identify it.
Somewhere within her, a dam broke. Her face crumpled and she let out a series of harsh sobs that shook her shoulders, and Indie's arms, when he pulled her into a hug.
"Maybe you want me to stay," she wailed into his chest, "but William doesn't. He left again when we were fighting and we weren't even really fighting. You were being mean about me not going anywhere... or doing anything and I was ignoring you because if I didn't I would've hit you! And then William would've defended you because he loves you."
But not me, she couldn't bring herself to say.
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Indie snorted, instinctively rubbing his cheek against her smooth hair, liking the sensation so much it almost distracted him from responding straight away. "I wouldn't count on it. He's pretty fucking precious about you too, you know. I think he's... nervous about getting back together with you. It's been, what? A couple of hundred years? You can't expect it to get better in a few weeks, right?" he pointed out, rubbing her back slowly. She felt surprisingly vulnerable in his arms and his spite about her being so superior towards him faded gradually. He pulled back to look her in the eye.
"Will and I... we've had plenty of go-rounds, don't worry. It's taken us a few years to get it sorted; I think it'll go faster for you, because you're connected, just... be patient. Come back," he entreated, tilting his head in the direction of home and giving her body a gentle tug, his hands clasped together in the small of her back. "We can all sleep in the same bed, if you want - I'll even wear clothes. We'll become one big family," he chuckled, winking at her in an effort to make her smile again.
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Anna quietened while Indie talked and held her, only sniffling occasionally, and didn't resist when he pulled back to meet her gaze. He'd been successful in calming her hysteria, but didn't manage to make her smile as he'd intended. She looked glum still, with her long eyelashes matted together with tears and her face all splotchy.
"I don't think William would like us all sleeping together," she said quietly, and she wasn't sure she did either. It was nice to be held; she'd enjoyed it when Nash had cradled her after their lovemaking sessions, and now with Indie (even if it was only because he felt sorry for her), but she couldn't picture her sire willingly taking her into his arms. She didn't think she could deal with rejection at the moment, not with as frayed as her nerves were.
It would've been best for them all if she'd been able to go to Nash, but his home was farther away than her cabin, and getting there before the sun took to the sky was impossible. William could've driven her to the human, but she wasn't sure she wanted to expose her sire to him just yet.
"I could stay in William's bed, like he offered," she proposed.
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The fact that she took him seriously about sleeping in the same bed as he and Will made him smile but he stifled it so that she didn't think he was smirking at her in her time of distress. "Yeah, of course," he agreed, taking her words as acquiescence and turning her around so that they could walk together back to the house, his left arm around her waist and his right crossing his body to hold her right hand loosely. If she showed any sign of wanting to get out of his hold, he would let her go but otherwise he would coddle her the whole way.
"The bed's practically new, too. Even when he didn't share my bed, he rarely slept in it," he said inanely, making inconsequential conversation as they headed back at a far slower pace than they'd executed their first trip. He was looking ahead of them, wondering if Will had reacted to the sound of them both thumping out of the house and decided to come after them; he would have felt Anna go, shared her emotions and known she was upset. Indie assumed he'd met them on their return to make it better. He envied her that connection, and because of that petty emotion, he didn't ask if she could feel Will coming. "I dunno' how he does it. I can't wait to pass out, tonight," the redhead sighed through a laugh, feeling incredibly weary now that the trauma of Anna escaping was resolved.
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William ran a hand over his face as he felt Anna leaving, swallowing down the pain that swelled in his chest. He should have learnt, she would never follow him when it became difficult, she would always prefer to run away and try to deal with everything herself. It was so fucking frustrating and it hurt, knowing she wouldn’t come back to him. Maybe that was it. Maybe she’d be gone for another few hundred years. Maybe he’d messed up again.
And why should she? He was obviously useless when it came to dealing with people he cared about. How had he even been considering suggesting to Indie they could find someone to sire together? It would just mess everything up even more. He had managed to upset her so much and that hurt most of all, knowing that he could do that to someone he was so connected to.
He sat up with a frown as he heard Indie rushing after Anna, surprised by that and wondering whether Indie might actually be able to bring her back when William would have given up, thinking it was a lost cause.
He slowly followed them, padding barefoot out of the house, the cuffs of his jeans scuffing along the pavement. She was calmer – but that was nothing to do with him, that was Indie. The redhead was so hot and cold with Anna, but he knew how to act when it was needed.
When William spotted the two younger vampires heading back towards the house he felt a weight lifting off his chest. She wasn’t gone again, she was here and coming back. Indie could be such a prick sometimes but apparently he was much better at this than William was and William needed that.
William picked up his pace a little until he met them and without hesitation wrapped his arms around Anna, one over her shoulder and the other around her waist, not quite as comfortably as Indie could with his greater height, but pulling her close, ignoring any attempt she might make to stop him. He wanted to thank Indie for bringing her back, but he had to focus on her first of all.
“I thought I’d lost you again,” he murmured, pressing his cheek against hers, the dampness on her skin sending a sharp throb of guilt through him.
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When Indie had taken her into his arms, she'd allowed him to do so, but had not held him in return. William, the one she'd wanted so desperately to chase after her, experienced her clutching hands at his back and her arms around his sides. She rubbed her cheek against his in return, and then buried her face into his neck and closed her eyes, savoring the immediate peace she felt when held by her sire. His words made her feel childish and stupid, because she hadn't considered that when she ran, it would hurt him enough that he might not think to come after her. Just like when he'd left her originally, all those years ago, and she hadn't chased after him because why bother? It'd been clear to her then that he didn't want anything to do with her if he'd been able to leave her in the first place.
Oh, what idiots they could be.
She breathed a hiccup of a laugh and hugged William tighter. "Indie found me," she said, opening her eyes briefly to smile at the redhead before she returned to nuzzling William's neck. "I didn't make it very far," she admitted after a moment, sounding guilty. In her anger and haste, she'd barreled out of the apartment expecting that she'd find shelter before the sun rose, but at the rate she'd been traveling, she wouldn't have been able to both locate and ensure a place was lightproof before she passed out.
"I want to stay with you today," she said, and was relieved and nearly brought to tears again when they all three began walking back to the apartment.