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Gohen: Redemption

Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter ten

Seattle, Washington, 2004

"So, your 'unspeakable crimes' were actually Marcus' unspeakable crimes?" David asked, taking the glass of wine Erestor offered.

"Yes," Erestor said, smiling at Maglor. "He slept with the Mayor's son and left me to hang for it."

Maglor put his glass down. "Now, Vincent. You could have easily run from them."

Erestor's eyes narrowed. "I did, Marcus, and they shot my kneecap!"

The elder vampire scoffed. "A mere inconvenience."

David chuckled. "You sound like a married couple."

"Well," Erestor said, smiling sideways at Maglor, "we have been together a very long time."

Maglor looked out the window, noting the sun had set, and he felt the tug to hunt. "Vincent, we should go to the club." His silver eyes met Erestor's meaningfully, and Erestor nodded.

The temperature in the room seemed to David to drop noticeably. Perhaps it was his proximity to them after having been their victim, or perhaps it was the same force that gave him the strength to resist their powers, but whatever it was, he seemed to sense the vampires' hunger. He silenced his initial urge to run -- the instinct of the prey faced with a predator. Instead, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "If you need to feed, use me."

"No, David." Maglor's voice was soft, a smile on his full lips. "Though we appreciate the offer, it is not a very good idea."

"Why?" the human asked, a note of offense in his tone.

"If it was a normal night, I am certain we could easily have you as our meal," Maglor chuckled. "But, it is not a normal night. We have expended a lot of energy in the past forty-eight hours, and need to each feed from our own mortal. If we were to take you, we would surely kill you, David." The elder vampire cast a look of mock-concern. "And I am certain Vincent would not like to see you meet your end in such a manner."

Erestor smiled sweetly at David. "Would you like to come with us?" He turned to Maglor. "We can go to Carnality instead of Melindor; those men may be watching the club."

David watched Maglor consider the suggestion, and then slowly nod. "All right. Carnality it is."

"Carnality?" David asked, his stomach knotting in apprehension.

"Aye," Maglor said, smirking darkly. "It is a very... open club. Lots of lovely, hot gay men just waiting to be devoured."

Erestor fwapped Maglor upside the head. "Would you please behave yourself?"

Maglor raised an eyebrow. "You aren't likely to be hanged in this day and Age, love."

"True," Erestor said, standing up and beginning to walk to their bedroom. "Now all I have to worry about it being clubbed over the head or having some psycho plow his car into mine."

Maglor rolled his eyes. "I knew getting you those Queer as Folk DVDs was a bad idea."

David's eyes were wide as he followed Marcus and Vincent into the club. 'Carnality' was an appropriate name for such a place. The whole gay male population of Seattle had to be assembled in the large club, dancing and gyrating to the deep, pounding music pouring out into the smoky atmosphere. He gazed over the pulsing throng of man-flesh, feeling a blush creep over his fair features as he took in the sight before him.

Tall, short, slender, plump, old, young... all moving as one to the beat of the music. Some dressed in jeans and tight t-shirts, others in short shorts with midriff shirts, and yet others still wearing nothing more than underwear-like shorts. There were cages set about the room, populated by half-nude dancers thrusting and grinding their bodies. Laser lights, smoke and strobes set the fast-pace movements of the occupants.

Groping, touching, caressing, kissing, sucking... various pairs, sometimes threesomes, finding ways to couple on the dance floor. Fingers roaming over bare chests, over taut bellies and lower, stroking over bulging groins. David felt his heart race, his cock stiffen and did that guy in the chaps with his bare ass hanging out just pinch his backside as he passed by David's very still form?

"So, David," Vincent said, grinning down at him. "Welcome to Carnality!" David watched Marcus step behind Vincent and run his hands over Vincent's bared stomach. He had been surprised when Vincent had emerged from the bedroom, declaring the bathroom free for use. The vampire was wearing his hair down this evening, long and sleek and reaching to his waist; David had wanted to run his hands through the raven tresses.

What had made David's blood race through him was that the stoic, somber Vincent wore only low leather pants that clung to his skin. The waist of the pants rode dangerously low, and David still expected to see the crevice of Vincent's backside to peek out any moment. Vincent's flesh also shimmered; the vampire had dusted himself with silver powder and lined his pewter eyes with kohl. He was an exotic sight consumed by all eyes in the club.

But, Vincent was Marcus'. And all one had to do to know this was to see the way Marcus possessively held onto the slim hips of his partner as they swayed to the music.

Marcus, on the other hand, was the image of sensual sophistication. The taller vampire wore his hair down as well, though two strands from the front were drawn back and plaited into a single, thin braid that rested on the nest of his dark hair. Marcus' hair was not as long as Vincent's, but the effect was still as stunning. He wore a simple pair of tight black jeans, low like Vincent's, and a long-sleeve, white Armani button-down shirt. Though the shirt was only buttoned in one place -- just above the vampire's navel.

David, having still not returned to his apartment, had been forced to borrow some of Vincent's clothing. More accurately, Vincent had dressed him up for Carnality. David was uncomfortable in the skin-tight blue jeans and tight black t-shirt; he felt exposed even though he was completely clothed.

"Don't look so down," Marcus shouted before nuzzling at Vincent's neck. The two were an erotic vision, and arousal coursed through his body. He wanted them, wanted to be theirs. "Wait here!" Marcus commanded, pushing David toward the bar. "We'll be back for you in a few moments!"

They walked away, the crowd seeming to part for them, and then they were swallowed up, gone from David's sight. He sighed and ordered a beer as he sat and watched the mass of people on the floor.

David tossed back his second shot of Jagermeister, hissing as the bitter alcohol burned his throat. He put the shot glass down and picked up his beer again as he turned back around to the dance floor. Vincent and Marcus had been gone for the better part of an hour, and David had become restless, choosing to quickly become drunk. He was not a heavy drinker, and the liquor was swiftly going to his head.

Slender arms snaked about his waist from behind and he was drawn back against the slighter build of Vincent.

"Forgive us, David," he purred against the shell of David's ear. "It took us a bit longer than anticipated to find what we were seeking." Vincent's tongue came out, hot and slick, sliding up the outer edge of David's ear, and he trembled in Vincent's arms. David let his head fall against Vincent's shoulder, and the vampire eagerly took possession of David's mouth. When David was hard and whimpering, Vincent pulled back and licked his lips. "You have been drinking."

"Yes," David breathed.

"Are you able to dance?" Marcus asked from beside David. "We want you to dance with us."

David's eyes were glazed with lust and alcohol, but he nodded, taking in a shaky breath. "Yes."

"Good boy," Vincent murmured, pressing his leather covered arousal along David's jean-clad crevice. The music began as he was dragged onto the dance floor. A single female voice with a light beat behind her words enticed them further to join the writhing mass of humanity, teasing them with a lilting melody before the song truly began.

When the introduction ended and the hard, thundering bass line began, it was impossible not to be swept up by the raw sensuality that pounded from the speakers all around them. Marcus stood behind David, hands on the Man's hips, while Vincent pressed his body close to David's front. Together, the three began to grind their hips to the pulsing rhythm as though they were one being. Vincent wrapped his arms around David's waist, rubbing himself against David's slighter form and caressing the exposed flesh of David's back as they danced. His eyes moved from the hazel gaze of the Man to the smoldering grey gaze of his lover. Vincent's hands were hot on his skin, and Marcus' mouth on his throat brought moans of desire from his lips. He was tightly wedged between them, their hands roaming his body and laying claim to him.

He was theirs, if only for tonight.

Vincent stepped back a bit, his body still swaying to the driving beat, and Marcus' hands slithered beneath David's t-shirt. Before he could protest, David felt Marcus pull the thin black fabric from his torso, revealing his slightly golden chest to anyone who cared to look. He opened his mouth to demand the shirt back, but Vincent was again touching him, teasing his newly bared skin with agile, knowing fingers. David also felt Marcus' bare chest against his back, and the silken skin gliding over his sweat-dampened flesh.

It was a fog of lust, a haze that David clung to as they slid against each other. Marcus' lips returned to his neck, suckling, biting, marking him, and Vincent's hand slipped lower, following the golden trail of hair from David's navel to the button of his jeans. David's heavy-lidded eyes were captured by Vincent's dark, bottomless ones as that hand deftly unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and delved between their grinding bodies to stroke his eager flesh. He gasped, but the sound was cut off when Vincent brought their lips together roughly, thrusting his tongue into David's mouth.

Marcus' arousal was pressed against his backside, teasing him with promises of what pleasures the thick shaft could bring him. Vincent caressed him to the beat of the music, the three of them still moving as one. His lips burned with the force of Vincent's kisses, his neck ached with various bruises Marcus's lips were leaving in their wake. He felt his orgasm building swiftly, and he became weak in his knees. Marcus held his weight effortlessly, his fingers pinching and pulling at David's nipples as the two vampires brought him quickly to a peak.

David cried out into Vincent's mouth, his body trembling in Marcus' arms as he spilled his seed into his boxer shorts, over Vincent's questing hand. He was oblivious to any and all around him; Vincent finally released his mouth, and David panted heavily, his head lolling against Marcus' shoulder as they continued to move before and behind him to the song.

Vincent released his softening cock, brought his hand carefully from David's jeans and licked delicately at his glistening fingers. His eyes were smoldering coals of desire and he smiled wickedly, offering the fingers to Marcus' smirking lips over David's shoulder. The taller vampire sucked the slender digits into his mouth, grazing his teeth along the skin.

"Let's get out of here," Marcus called out over the music.

David nodded, his legs still shaky from the combination of alcohol and orgasm. "Take me drunk, I'm home," he quipped with a slight slur in his voice.

Vincent leaned in and kissed David deeply, rubbing more of the silver powder off on his chest and face. "Oh, we intend to," he said wolfishly.

Maglor easily opened the door, leading a wobbly David and a grinning Erestor into the dark interior of the apartment. A trail of clothing was left behind as they kissed and fondled their way into the bedroom. Erestor pushed a nude David back onto the bed, causing him to land in a wide sprawl across the dark sheets. Before Erestor could pounce, Maglor wound his hand into the long dark tresses, forcing Erestor's head back. David watched as Maglor slowly brought him mouth into contact with Erestor's, their tongues meeting in a deep display of affection and desire.

"You are both so beautiful," David breathed, staring up at the pale figures in a passionate embrace.

Maglor released Erestor, smiling down at the Man as he slid his own jeans off. Erestor, having already wriggled out of his leather, crawled on the bed between David's legs. "I want to feel you in my mouth, David," he said in a thick voice.

David's eyes followed Erestor, the dark head dipping down and the red tongue darting out to lick his length. Erestor lapped at the damp tip, suckled down the large vein, and danced his tongue along David's sac before he engulfed the entire shaft in one smooth movement. David cried out, arching his back off the bed and thrusting deep into the tight throat.

As the Man writhed beneath Erestor's mouth, Maglor slid behind David, lifting his torso up to rest against him. "He is something, is he not?" he whispered into David's ear, his hot breath ghosting over the Man's sensitive lobe. "In all my long years, dear David, I have never known another who can worship the shaft as Vincent does." Maglor's eyes were steady on Erestor's moving head, his own cock hard and needy as he pressed against David's body. He kissed down David's neck, nipping at a bruise over the pounding vein beneath the skin. "We came to a compromise, eager one. We fed from only one tonight, slaking our hunger enough as to not harm our second, more inviting course." Maglor licked up to David's ear again. "You."

David screamed his delight as Maglor's fangs sank into his neck, a connection made between them in that moment of intimacy. The constant suction on him, and the draw of Maglor's own lustful thoughts, dragged him into a new frenzy of orgasmic bliss.

The slighter vampire lifted his head, licking his lips as he smirked. "I think I could become used to you," he whispered as he moved slowly up David's body, kissed the parted lips briefly. "You are so willing, so energetic," he continued as he cupped Maglor's cheek, pulling his lover from the pale throat. "He reminds me of... well, of me." Erestor chuckled, bending to Maglor's blood-smeared lips and running his tongue along them.

"Yes, you were always an enthusiastic student," Maglor replied, kissing Erestor, blood and semen mixing between their dancing tongues.

David lay heavily in Maglor's arms. "I don't think I have it in me to continue this," he said tiredly. "If it were just one on the dance floor or one in this bed, I could conceive of going once more... but I think you have sucked me dry."

"Oh no," Maglor said, tilting David's head back so he could look into the human's eyes. "We still need relief, and it is in your body we desire to find it." Maglor sealed his mouth over David's, kissing him as Erestor bit into the tender flesh Maglor had just abandoned, drinking his fill of the Man's blood.

When Erestor released David's mind from the connection the feeding offered, David was once again hard and begging them for anything to ease the ache. "Onto your hands and knees, love," Erestor crooned to the panting Man. "Do you want to feel me or Marcus inside you?" he asked as David rearranged himself and Maglor retrieved the lubricant.

"You," David said in an unsteady voice. "You."

"I figured," Maglor chuckled. "It just means I am lucky enough to feel your mouth around me." He placed the tube of slick gel in Erestor's outstretched hand, smiling at his lover. Maglor settled himself before David, on his knees, his thick length bobbing slightly. "Open," he commanded softly.

David obeyed, and Maglor eased himself into the warmth of David's mouth. He groaned loudly, his eyes fluttering closed as he continued to press forward. David whimpered around the thick flesh, trying his best to accommodate the large member. He trembled as Erestor smeared the gel on his opening, thrusting a single finger into him for a moment, and then withdrawing it. A strangled cry escaped him when Erestor swiftly pushed his cock into his passage, filling and claiming him.

The Man was light-headed with arousal and blood-loss, but he moved upon Maglor's length with relish and met each of Erestor's brutal thrusts into his body.

"You are special, David," Erestor ground out, his eyes seeking out Maglor's. The Man was tight and welcoming, velvet and heat, and Erestor knew he did not want to let this one go. "You were made for this." He reached under David, gripping the hard shaft and stroking it quickly. The blood still rushing through them, all the foreplay, the moans the Man made and sight of him pierced by both of them was enough to send Erestor crashing into orgasm.

Maglor watched his lover find release in David; the younger vampire's head was flung back, the glossy ink tresses teasing the bedsheets, and his body a perfect arc as he thrust deeply inside the Man. His own cock throbbed, and soon he spilled himself in the pulsing throat of their new lover. David was still whimpering, Erestor's hand moving over the Man's erection at a steady pace, driving David closer to his third orgasm that night.

A pain-tinged howl of release escaped David's bruised and swollen lips as he coated Erestor's hand with his seed. The Man's arms went weak and he collapsed, his backside still up in the air, but his flushed, sweat-covered face was buried in the mattress.

Erestor carefully extracted himself from David, grabbing a towel from the floor from his earlier shower. He wiped his hands and tenderly cleaned David's opening of lubricant and semen. The Man had not moved from his crumpled state, and Erestor's brow furrowed in concern. "David?" he called quietly, raising panicked eyes to Maglor's face. "Are you all right, dear one?"

A quiet snore emanated from prone form on the bed. Maglor chuckled. "He is asleep, melethen." The elder vampire picked the sleeping Man up, and Erestor pulled down the bedsheets. Once David was settled comfortably in the bed, Maglor took Erestor into his arms. "Don't fall in love, Erestor," he warned. "He is mortal and will die."

The slighter Noldo gazed longingly at David. "I want to keep him with us."

"Erestor."

Dark eyes, swirling with pain, looked up at him. "Please."

Maglor sighed. "Very well. Keep your pet. Can we sleep now?"

Erestor smiled, his eyes bright with gratitude. "Aye." He brought their lips together for a long moment, their minds opening to one another in a gesture of love and contentment. For that brief moment, Maglor knew what it was to care for the Man as Erestor did, and Erestor knew what it was to care for himself as Maglor did.

In that rare moment of symbiosis, they were as one being. It was clear to both that no matter what this David would mean to either of them, it would always be a pale shadow of their feelings for each other, and for their lost loves across the Sea. They were content with that, finally, even Maglor, and he lay against Erestor's back while the younger Noldo drifted off to sleep with a protective arm cast across his new infatuation.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel chapter ten Seattle, Washington, 2004 "So, your 'unspeakable crimes' were actually Marcus' unspeakable crimes?" David asked, taking the glass of wine Erestor offered. "Yes," Erestor said, smiling at Maglor. "He slept with the Mayor's son and left me to hang for it." Maglor put his glass down. "Now, Vincent. You could have easily run from them." Erestor's eyes narrowed. "I did, Marcus, and they shot my kneecap!" The elder vampire scoffed. "A mere inconvenience." David chuckled. "You sound like a married couple." "Well," Erestor said, smiling sideways at Maglor, "we have been together a very long time." Maglor looked out the window, noting the sun had set, and he felt the tug to hunt. "Vincent, we should go to the club." His silver eyes met Erestor's meaningfully, and Erestor nodded. The temperature in the room seemed to David to drop noticeably. Perhaps it was his proximity to them after having been their victim, or perhaps it was the same force that gave him the strength to resist their powers, but whatever it was, he seemed to sense the vampires' hunger. He silenced his initial urge to run -- the instinct of the prey faced with a predator. Instead, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "If you need to feed, use me." "No, David." Maglor's voice was soft, a smile on his full lips. "Though we appreciate the offer, it is not a very good idea." "Why?" the human asked, a note of offense in his tone. "If it was a normal night, I am certain we could easily have you as our meal," Maglor chuckled. "But, it is not a normal night. We have expended a lot of energy in the past forty-eight hours, and need to each feed from our own mortal. If we were to take you, we would surely kill you, David." The elder vampire cast a look of mock-concern. "And I am certain Vincent would not like to see you meet your end in such a manner." Erestor smiled sweetly at David. "Would you like to come with us?" He turned to Maglor. "We can go to Carnality instead of Melindor; those men may be watching the club." David watched Maglor consider the suggestion, and then slowly nod. "All right. Carnality it is." "Carnality?" David asked, his stomach knotting in apprehension. "Aye," Maglor said, smirking darkly. "It is a very... open club. Lots of lovely, hot gay men just waiting to be devoured." Erestor fwapped Maglor upside the head. "Would you please behave yourself?" Maglor raised an eyebrow. "You aren't likely to be hanged in this day and Age, love." "True," Erestor said, standing up and beginning to walk to their bedroom. "Now all I have to worry about it being clubbed over the head or having some psycho plow his car into mine." Maglor rolled his eyes. "I knew getting you those Queer as Folk DVDs was a bad idea." David's eyes were wide as he followed Marcus and Vincent into the club. 'Carnality' was an appropriate name for such a place. The whole gay male population of Seattle had to be assembled in the large club, dancing and gyrating to the deep, pounding music pouring out into the smoky atmosphere. He gazed over the pulsing throng of man-flesh, feeling a blush creep over his fair features as he took in the sight before him. Tall, short, slender, plump, old, young... all moving as one to the beat of the music. Some dressed in jeans and tight t-shirts, others in short shorts with midriff shirts, and yet others still wearing nothing more than underwear-like shorts. There were cages set about the room, populated by half-nude dancers thrusting and grinding their bodies. Laser lights, smoke and strobes set the fast-pace movements of the occupants. Groping, touching, caressing, kissing, sucking... various pairs, sometimes threesomes, finding ways to couple on the dance floor. Fingers roaming over bare chests, over taut bellies and lower, stroking over bulging groins. David felt his heart race, his cock stiffen and did that guy in the chaps with his bare ass hanging out just pinch his backside as he passed by David's very still form? "So, David," Vincent said, grinning down at him. "Welcome to Carnality!" David watched Marcus step behind Vincent and run his hands over Vincent's bared stomach. He had been surprised when Vincent had emerged from the bedroom, declaring the bathroom free for use. The vampire was wearing his hair down this evening, long and sleek and reaching to his waist; David had wanted to run his hands through the raven tresses. What had made David's blood race through him was that the stoic, somber Vincent wore only low leather pants that clung to his skin. The waist of the pants rode dangerously low, and David still expected to see the crevice of Vincent's backside to peek out any moment. Vincent's flesh also shimmered; the vampire had dusted himself with silver powder and lined his pewter eyes with kohl. He was an exotic sight consumed by all eyes in the club. But, Vincent was Marcus'. And all one had to do to know this was to see the way Marcus possessively held onto the slim hips of his partner as they swayed to the music. Marcus, on the other hand, was the image of sensual sophistication. The taller vampire wore his hair down as well, though two strands from the front were drawn back and plaited into a single, thin braid that rested on the nest of his dark hair. Marcus' hair was not as long as Vincent's, but the effect was still as stunning. He wore a simple pair of tight black jeans, low like Vincent's, and a long-sleeve, white Armani button-down shirt. Though the shirt was only buttoned in one place -- just above the vampire's navel. David, having still not returned to his apartment, had been forced to borrow some of Vincent's clothing. More accurately, Vincent had dressed him up for Carnality. David was uncomfortable in the skin-tight blue jeans and tight black t-shirt; he felt exposed even though he was completely clothed. "Don't look so down," Marcus shouted before nuzzling at Vincent's neck. The two were an erotic vision, and arousal coursed through his body. He wanted them, wanted to be theirs. "Wait here!" Marcus commanded, pushing David toward the bar. "We'll be back for you in a few moments!" They walked away, the crowd seeming to part for them, and then they were swallowed up, gone from David's sight. He sighed and ordered a beer as he sat and watched the mass of people on the floor. David tossed back his second shot of Jagermeister, hissing as the bitter alcohol burned his throat. He put the shot glass down and picked up his beer again as he turned back around to the dance floor. Vincent and Marcus had been gone for the better part of an hour, and David had become restless, choosing to quickly become drunk. He was not a heavy drinker, and the liquor was swiftly going to his head. Slender arms snaked about his waist from behind and he was drawn back against the slighter build of Vincent. "Forgive us, David," he purred against the shell of David's ear. "It took us a bit longer than anticipated to find what we were seeking." Vincent's tongue came out, hot and slick, sliding up the outer edge of David's ear, and he trembled in Vincent's arms. David let his head fall against Vincent's shoulder, and the vampire eagerly took possession of David's mouth. When David was hard and whimpering, Vincent pulled back and licked his lips. "You have been drinking." "Yes," David breathed. "Are you able to dance?" Marcus asked from beside David. "We want you to dance with us." David's eyes were glazed with lust and alcohol, but he nodded, taking in a shaky breath. "Yes." "Good boy," Vincent murmured, pressing his leather covered arousal along David's jean-clad crevice. The music began as he was dragged onto the dance floor. A single female voice with a light beat behind her words enticed them further to join the writhing mass of humanity, teasing them with a lilting melody before the song truly began. When the introduction ended and the hard, thundering bass line began, it was impossible not to be swept up by the raw sensuality that pounded from the speakers all around them. Marcus stood behind David, hands on the Man's hips, while Vincent pressed his body close to David's front. Together, the three began to grind their hips to the pulsing rhythm as though they were one being. Vincent wrapped his arms around David's waist, rubbing himself against David's slighter form and caressing the exposed flesh of David's back as they danced. His eyes moved from the hazel gaze of the Man to the smoldering grey gaze of his lover. Vincent's hands were hot on his skin, and Marcus' mouth on his throat brought moans of desire from his lips. He was tightly wedged between them, their hands roaming his body and laying claim to him. He was theirs, if only for tonight. Vincent stepped back a bit, his body still swaying to the driving beat, and Marcus' hands slithered beneath David's t-shirt. Before he could protest, David felt Marcus pull the thin black fabric from his torso, revealing his slightly golden chest to anyone who cared to look. He opened his mouth to demand the shirt back, but Vincent was again touching him, teasing his newly bared skin with agile, knowing fingers. David also felt Marcus' bare chest against his back, and the silken skin gliding over his sweat-dampened flesh. It was a fog of lust, a haze that David clung to as they slid against each other. Marcus' lips returned to his neck, suckling, biting, marking him, and Vincent's hand slipped lower, following the golden trail of hair from David's navel to the button of his jeans. David's heavy-lidded eyes were captured by Vincent's dark, bottomless ones as that hand deftly unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and delved between their grinding bodies to stroke his eager flesh. He gasped, but the sound was cut off when Vincent brought their lips together roughly, thrusting his tongue into David's mouth. Marcus' arousal was pressed against his backside, teasing him with promises of what pleasures the thick shaft could bring him. Vincent caressed him to the beat of the music, the three of them still moving as one. His lips burned with the force of Vincent's kisses, his neck ached with various bruises Marcus's lips were leaving in their wake. He felt his orgasm building swiftly, and he became weak in his knees. Marcus held his weight effortlessly, his fingers pinching and pulling at David's nipples as the two vampires brought him quickly to a peak. David cried out into Vincent's mouth, his body trembling in Marcus' arms as he spilled his seed into his boxer shorts, over Vincent's questing hand. He was oblivious to any and all around him; Vincent finally released his mouth, and David panted heavily, his head lolling against Marcus' shoulder as they continued to move before and behind him to the song. Vincent released his softening cock, brought his hand carefully from David's jeans and licked delicately at his glistening fingers. His eyes were smoldering coals of desire and he smiled wickedly, offering the fingers to Marcus' smirking lips over David's shoulder. The taller vampire sucked the slender digits into his mouth, grazing his teeth along the skin. "Let's get out of here," Marcus called out over the music. David nodded, his legs still shaky from the combination of alcohol and orgasm. "Take me drunk, I'm home," he quipped with a slight slur in his voice. Vincent leaned in and kissed David deeply, rubbing more of the silver powder off on his chest and face. "Oh, we intend to," he said wolfishly. Maglor easily opened the door, leading a wobbly David and a grinning Erestor into the dark interior of the apartment. A trail of clothing was left behind as they kissed and fondled their way into the bedroom. Erestor pushed a nude David back onto the bed, causing him to land in a wide sprawl across the dark sheets. Before Erestor could pounce, Maglor wound his hand into the long dark tresses, forcing Erestor's head back. David watched as Maglor slowly brought him mouth into contact with Erestor's, their tongues meeting in a deep display of affection and desire. "You are both so beautiful," David breathed, staring up at the pale figures in a passionate embrace. Maglor released Erestor, smiling down at the Man as he slid his own jeans off. Erestor, having already wriggled out of his leather, crawled on the bed between David's legs. "I want to feel you in my mouth, David," he said in a thick voice. David's eyes followed Erestor, the dark head dipping down and the red tongue darting out to lick his length. Erestor lapped at the damp tip, suckled down the large vein, and danced his tongue along David's sac before he engulfed the entire shaft in one smooth movement. David cried out, arching his back off the bed and thrusting deep into the tight throat. As the Man writhed beneath Erestor's mouth, Maglor slid behind David, lifting his torso up to rest against him. "He is something, is he not?" he whispered into David's ear, his hot breath ghosting over the Man's sensitive lobe. "In all my long years, dear David, I have never known another who can worship the shaft as Vincent does." Maglor's eyes were steady on Erestor's moving head, his own cock hard and needy as he pressed against David's body. He kissed down David's neck, nipping at a bruise over the pounding vein beneath the skin. "We came to a compromise, eager one. We fed from only one tonight, slaking our hunger enough as to not harm our second, more inviting course." Maglor licked up to David's ear again. "You." David screamed his delight as Maglor's fangs sank into his neck, a connection made between them in that moment of intimacy. The constant suction on him, and the draw of Maglor's own lustful thoughts, dragged him into a new frenzy of orgasmic bliss. The slighter vampire lifted his head, licking his lips as he smirked. "I think I could become used to you," he whispered as he moved slowly up David's body, kissed the parted lips briefly. "You are so willing, so energetic," he continued as he cupped Maglor's cheek, pulling his lover from the pale throat. "He reminds me of... well, of me." Erestor chuckled, bending to Maglor's blood-smeared lips and running his tongue along them. "Yes, you were always an enthusiastic student," Maglor replied, kissing Erestor, blood and semen mixing between their dancing tongues. David lay heavily in Maglor's arms. "I don't think I have it in me to continue this," he said tiredly. "If it were just one on the dance floor or one in this bed, I could conceive of going once more... but I think you have sucked me dry." "Oh no," Maglor said, tilting David's head back so he could look into the human's eyes. "We still need relief, and it is in your body we desire to find it." Maglor sealed his mouth over David's, kissing him as Erestor bit into the tender flesh Maglor had just abandoned, drinking his fill of the Man's blood. When Erestor released David's mind from the connection the feeding offered, David was once again hard and begging them for anything to ease the ache. "Onto your hands and knees, love," Erestor crooned to the panting Man. "Do you want to feel me or Marcus inside you?" he asked as David rearranged himself and Maglor retrieved the lubricant. "You," David said in an unsteady voice. "You." "I figured," Maglor chuckled. "It just means I am lucky enough to feel your mouth around me." He placed the tube of slick gel in Erestor's outstretched hand, smiling at his lover. Maglor settled himself before David, on his knees, his thick length bobbing slightly. "Open," he commanded softly. David obeyed, and Maglor eased himself into the warmth of David's mouth. He groaned loudly, his eyes fluttering closed as he continued to press forward. David whimpered around the thick flesh, trying his best to accommodate the large member. He trembled as Erestor smeared the gel on his opening, thrusting a single finger into him for a moment, and then withdrawing it. A strangled cry escaped him when Erestor swiftly pushed his cock into his passage, filling and claiming him. The Man was light-headed with arousal and blood-loss, but he moved upon Maglor's length with relish and met each of Erestor's brutal thrusts into his body. "You are special, David," Erestor ground out, his eyes seeking out Maglor's. The Man was tight and welcoming, velvet and heat, and Erestor knew he did not want to let this one go. "You were made for this." He reached under David, gripping the hard shaft and stroking it quickly. The blood still rushing through them, all the foreplay, the moans the Man made and sight of him pierced by both of them was enough to send Erestor crashing into orgasm. Maglor watched his lover find release in David; the younger vampire's head was flung back, the glossy ink tresses teasing the bedsheets, and his body a perfect arc as he thrust deeply inside the Man. His own cock throbbed, and soon he spilled himself in the pulsing throat of their new lover. David was still whimpering, Erestor's hand moving over the Man's erection at a steady pace, driving David closer to his third orgasm that night. A pain-tinged howl of release escaped David's bruised and swollen lips as he coated Erestor's hand with his seed. The Man's arms went weak and he collapsed, his backside still up in the air, but his flushed, sweat-covered face was buried in the mattress. Erestor carefully extracted himself from David, grabbing a towel from the floor from his earlier shower. He wiped his hands and tenderly cleaned David's opening of lubricant and semen. The Man had not moved from his crumpled state, and Erestor's brow furrowed in concern. "David?" he called quietly, raising panicked eyes to Maglor's face. "Are you all right, dear one?" A quiet snore emanated from prone form on the bed. Maglor chuckled. "He is asleep, melethen." The elder vampire picked the sleeping Man up, and Erestor pulled down the bedsheets. Once David was settled comfortably in the bed, Maglor took Erestor into his arms. "Don't fall in love, Erestor," he warned. "He is mortal and will die." The slighter Noldo gazed longingly at David. "I want to keep him with us." "Erestor." Dark eyes, swirling with pain, looked up at him. "Please." Maglor sighed. "Very well. Keep your pet. Can we sleep now?" Erestor smiled, his eyes bright with gratitude. "Aye." He brought their lips together for a long moment, their minds opening to one another in a gesture of love and contentment. For that brief moment, Maglor knew what it was to care for the Man as Erestor did, and Erestor knew what it was to care for himself as Maglor did. In that rare moment of symbiosis, they were as one being. It was clear to both that no matter what this David would mean to either of them, it would always be a pale shadow of their feelings for each other, and for their lost loves across the Sea. They were content with that, finally, even Maglor, and he lay against Erestor's back while the younger Noldo drifted off to sleep with a protective arm cast across his new infatuation.