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Gohen: Redemption

Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter eighteen

Seattle, 2005

David put the flowers in the bright cobalt vase, smiling at the man sitting quietly on the bed. Graham Selman's eyes were vacant as he stared ahead, not seeing the scenery outside his window or his son who crouched in front of him. His wife and son had sadly placed him into the convalescent home after the 'accident', and visited him every Sunday after church. Some days there was a glimmer of recognition in the older man's eyes, but today, he was somewhere else.

"Dad," David said softly, smiling up at his father. "Dad, I came to say goodbye," David continued. "It's been a year, hasn't it? I am just as happy now as I was then with Vincent and Marcus, Dad. They love me, and I love them." David stood up. "We are leaving Seattle. Actually, we're leaving the country. Vincent says he would like to see my hair in the Venetian sun, so we have booked a flight to Italy."

Graham's eye twitched, and he focused on David, though his expression remained that of sweet befuddlement. David sighed. "It didn't have to be this way, but you wouldn't let us go. You never could let go, Dad. The investigation about the house fire is complete, and we have been given clearance to leave, which we will do in three days. I wanted to say that I am sorry, but I will not regret what happened. They are free.

"I am free," David finished in a whisper. He blinked back tears and bent down, placing a light kiss on his father's warm, dry cheek. "I love you, Dad. I just wish you could have loved me."

David quickly walked from the room, missing the slow trickle a tear made as it slid down Graham's cheek.

David gazed out over the Grande Canal, smelling the sweet scent of water on the breeze. He didn't even want to think about how much money it had cost Maglor and Erestor to secure such a lavish room so near the canal. He sighed, thinking back once more on the last year.

After Maglor had taken Graham's mind, David had said they would have trouble now that they had the silent man and his three dead companions littering his apartment. Luckily, Erestor and Maglor had extensive experience with disposing of bodies, and assured him it would not be a problem. First, they drained as much of Michael and Eric's blood as they could -- not an easy task without a beating heart to move the blood. In the end, it had required a funnel, some rubber tubing, and gravity to accomplish the feat. Then Maglor had searched the apartment building for other signs of life. Since it was in the middle of a workday, there were only two other people home in the small building.

While Maglor sought out the two other tenants, Erestor wrapped himself in a sheet and got to work on the bodies with a set of butcher knives from David's kitchen and a box of heavy contractor trash bags. With very little blood in any of the bodies, the job was relatively clean. While Graham watched in eerie silence, Erestor efficiently distributed the three corpses among four bags, stuffing the sheet into the last one. Maglor returned from having "coaxed" the elderly couple in the downstairs apartment that they had heard nothing and that a nice long nap sounded like a wonderful idea. While the two vampires lugged the heavy bags down to the trunk of their car, David -- coached by Maglor -- called the police.

Erestor drove away with the catatonic Graham, leaving David and Maglor in the apartment. When the police arrived, Maglor clouded their minds to his presence. They listened impassively to David recounting the story they'd rehearsed; that he was planning to go away with his male lover, who was supposed to be here packing. When he arrived after walking home from work, he'd found the door forced open, this gigantic bloodstain on the floor, and no sign of his lover. The officers were predictably homophobic, Maglor found as he peered into their thoughts. They assured David that they would do everything possible, while secretly not caring about one less queer in the world. One small mental push by Maglor convinced the officers that David had an ironclad alibi and was not to be considered a suspect, and yes, he was free to go.

After the police left, Erestor brought the car back around, and Maglor and David got in and drove to the massive house that Michael, Eric, Terry, and Graham had been using as a base of operations. The vampires emptied the contents of the trash bags in the extensive records room, and then set the room ablaze. David pulled Johnathan Selman's journal out of a safe behind a portrait and tossed it unceremoniously into the fire.

By the time the fire department arrived, the house was fully engulfed in flame, and the only witness appeared to be Graham, wandering around outside in a state of catatonic shock. The final report (as helped along with mental suggestions from Maglor and Erestor) was that the house had caught on fire with three people trapped in the library, and Graham had gone insane trying to get them out and listening to them burn to death.

And then, a year later, once all the investigations had been concluded, Erestor had booked their flight to Italy, hustling David out of the country as soon as he could. That world seemed a lifetime away now, David thought as he breathed deeply again. He closed his eyes and smiled as long, strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Maglor's spicy soap invaded David's senses, and he leaned back into the embrace.

"You seem a thousand miles away," Maglor said hotly against David's ear.

"Good thing you are both here to bring me back," David replied, his voice breathless to his own ears.

Erestor leaned against the railing, admiring his two lovers. "I would suggest we go for a trip along the canal, but every time we turn west, it rains. I think we should simply avoid water as often as we can."

Maglor chuckled. "Now he figures it out."

David laughed as he turned in Maglor's arms, lifting his lips to Maglor's for a kiss. He could feel Erestor's hot gaze on them as they kissed, watching where their lips met and tongues danced.

"We can't stay out here," Erestor said, and his voice was rough with need. "Inside. Now," he growled, pulling at Maglor's shirt.

They stripped their clothing quickly, falling onto the vast bed in a tangle of arms and sucking sounds. David never felt as wanted as he did when he was between the two Elven vampires; their desire for him never waned, and they could take him to heights of pleasure he had never imagined. He was laid on his back, Maglor settling between his thighs, and Erestor's head hovering above his throbbing length. This was also something they did. Neither enjoyed hours of foreplay; they wanted to feel his body writhe under their hands.

As Erestor's lips surrounded David's aching cock, Maglor thrust into the Man's tight heat. David cried out, arching into Maglor's thrust and sinking his length deeper into Erestor's throat. They moved in tandem. As Maglor's length pierced him, Erestor would swallow him to the hilt. He saw bright colors and his muscles trembled as he drew close to orgasm. He felt Erestor's hands wrap around his tight sac, squeezing the base of his cock and the tight muscles just under his pouch. Erestor's mouth continued to suck on him, and Maglor's enthusiastic thrusts pushed him over the edge.

That hand gripped him tighter, and David shook with orgasm, Erestor's mouth moving over his burning length. His body tightened around Maglor and the Elf groaned deep in his throat. The warmth of the elder vampire's seed spread inside his passage, and David gasped as Maglor continued to push inside him. Erestor released David's shaft and sac, and David realized he was still so aroused he ached for release. He looked down into Erestor's grinning face, and then to his still-erect shaft.

"What," he panted, "have you done?"

Maglor slipped from his throbbing backside. "We are not done with you, lover. We have gone so very easy on you this past year, it is time for you to learn just a fraction of our stamina," Maglor said evilly.

David watched with dazed eyes as Erestor and Maglor exchanged places. His eyes focused on Erestor's cock as the vampire grasped his hips, settling him over his thighs. His entrance was already sensitive and sore, but Erestor did not pause and entered him in one swift push. David felt tears spring into his eyes as pain shot through him, but the way was already slick with lubrication and semen.

Maglor's face hovered above his for a moment. "Are you pained, dear David?" he asked, his fangs peeking from between his lips. "Did I use you too roughly?"

It was a sweet pain, one that enflamed his arousal, and David knew it was because Maglor was exerting some of his mental power on him. He was dampening that sharp pain, bringing the pleasure to the forefront, and David welcomed the gesture. He moaned, his mind slowly drowning in a sea of desire.

Erestor glided smoothly in and out of his passage, and David was helpless to the sensations rolling through him. Maglor nipped and suckled at David's nipples until the Man sobbed in sweet agony. The elder vampire's hand slid down to cup him in the same manner Erestor's had, and Erestor increased the power behind his thrusting. With his seed trapped by Maglor's hand, Maglor bent down, sinking his fangs into David's throat.

David bucked up, slamming himself against Erestor as his orgasm swept through him a second time. Maglor's mind, heady with sex, invaded his. He knew instantly how hard Maglor was already, and could glimpse the tortures his body would endure at the vampire's hands long before he would be given that final climax. Tears of frustration slipped down his cheeks as he felt Erestor's essence mingle with Maglor's inside him. Once Maglor had released his neck and his body, David shook with barely contained sexual need. His body quivered in a fever of arousal, and David prayed that it both ended and continued forever.

Maglor's eyes raked over the Man's body. Seed trickled from between the crevice of his backside, causing Maglor's shaft to pulse. David's skin was flushed and slick with sweat. His cock rested heavily on his belly, so engorged that its color was deep plum, and it wept its clear juices continuously. He could sense that David's mind was lost in the storm of their lust, and he licked the remaining blood from his lips. The Man was delicious and strong and like nothing Maglor had ever seen in all his many years.

He took a moment to wipe himself with a damp washcloth, cleaning away semen and lubricant. He tossed the cloth aside and moved to prop David's head on the three thick pillows that littered their bed. Erestor panted as he watched Maglor then straddle David's chest, feeding his thick shaft to the Man. Erestor shuddered, his arousal reawakening. He saw the slick flesh move between those swollen, red lips, and David's glazed hazel eyes stared up at Maglor with adoration. Erestor stretched out on the mattress between David's legs, guiding them over his shoulders. He snaked his tongue out, running the wet, hot muscle over David's abused opening. He tasted the bitterness of seed, but it was a welcome flavor he savored as he thrust his tongue into David's body.

David whimpered around Maglor's length, his jaw aching, his throat sore, and backside once again spread open. As he swallowed Maglor's cock over and over, he rode Erestor's tongue; his length throbbed incessantly, and he fisted his hands into the sheets to stop himself from reaching for his shaft and stroking it. He focused on Maglor's face instead. The pale flesh was bright with blood, his lips parted and glistening. His head was thrown back, his dark hair cascading down his back in a black waterfall. Maglor was dark beauty, and it made David's heart ache with the love he felt for the vampire.

Erestor left David's passage, nuzzling the soft flesh of David's inner thigh. He used his hand to stop David's seed from coming forth as he bit deeply into the Man's thigh. He had found that, from the simple act of their bite, David could quickly find release. As he drank from the human, merging their minds as Maglor had earlier, David's body quaked with orgasm. Erestor knew the climaxes he found in this manner were enjoyable, but they were also somewhat hollow. There was an unsatisfied twinge left in their wake, which made one desire completion even more.

Maglor saw David's eyes flutter and felt the Man's body tremble under him. The waves of arousal beat against him, both his own, Erestor's and David's, and Maglor spilled himself down David's throat, closing his eyes as David's drank all he had to give. This one was special. Maglor had not admitted it, and he was not sure he ever would, but he did love the human. Damn him, he loved David.

Maglor moved off of David's chest, and the two vampires allowed David a moment to catch his breath.

"Please," David sobbed, squirming as Erestor slithered up his body. "Please." The tears would not stop, and his body was tight as a bowstring. He needed to come, and he was not beneath begging his lovers to give that to him.

Erestor ran his tongue over David's bottom lip, tasting Maglor's essence on it. "You want something, David?" he purred, his body hard and ready again. David's lower body was lifted, and Erestor knew Maglor was placing a pillow under David's buttocks.

After the pillow was in place, David felt his legs pressed forward, but not far. Then there was the nudging of the blunt, rounded head of Maglor's arousal. David whimpered, looking up into Erestor's dark gaze. "Please, no," he whispered.

"Oh, David, David, my poor David," Erestor cooed. "Be a good boy and enjoy what we do." Erestor felt David's body arc under his weight as Maglor penetrated him again.

The rhythm was slow, gentle and tender, but it did not change the fact that his backside hurt, that his cock hurt. He cried openly, sobbing with pained need. Because his vision was so blurred by his tears and all his attention was focused on the shaft piercing him, he did not see Erestor slip a lubricated finger into his own passage. What he did feel, though, was the cold gel as it was smeared on his length.

As Maglor continued to thrust into David's body, Erestor mounted the Man, guiding the searing, over-engorged organ into him. He groaned as he sat down, watching David's face as he slowly rocked against him. David had never asked to take Maglor or Erestor, but Erestor had wanted to feel the man inside him. This was the perfect opportunity.

Maglor reached around Erestor's waist and grasped the younger vampire's erection. Thrusting, grinding, and stroking. It did not take long before David screamed his release. There was no other word for what the Man did. He screamed as his seed exploded from his frustrated body, pumping deep into Erestor. Erestor's head fell back onto Maglor's shoulder as his orgasm shuddered through him, and David's clenching body dragged Maglor behind them.

In the warm summer heat, the three bodies separated, and David gave a wordless complaint as he shifted between the two vampires. His body burned. His backside ached terribly and his sac was so tender he wondered if he would ever come again. "You two," he said, his voice rough from use, "are a menace."

Erestor chuckled, kissing David's shoulder and hugging him close, nestling his spent member in the cleft of David's buttocks. "Did you not like it?" Erestor watched David snuggle against Maglor's chest, their hands lacing between them. Erestor smiled, pleased to see the affection between his lovers. It was finally more than just sex for Maglor, and the younger vampire was relieved by this development.

David's head swam with exhaustion as he spoke. "Ask me tomorrow when I try to stand," he managed before sleep claimed him.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel chapter eighteen Seattle, 2005 David put the flowers in the bright cobalt vase, smiling at the man sitting quietly on the bed. Graham Selman's eyes were vacant as he stared ahead, not seeing the scenery outside his window or his son who crouched in front of him. His wife and son had sadly placed him into the convalescent home after the 'accident', and visited him every Sunday after church. Some days there was a glimmer of recognition in the older man's eyes, but today, he was somewhere else. "Dad," David said softly, smiling up at his father. "Dad, I came to say goodbye," David continued. "It's been a year, hasn't it? I am just as happy now as I was then with Vincent and Marcus, Dad. They love me, and I love them." David stood up. "We are leaving Seattle. Actually, we're leaving the country. Vincent says he would like to see my hair in the Venetian sun, so we have booked a flight to Italy." Graham's eye twitched, and he focused on David, though his expression remained that of sweet befuddlement. David sighed. "It didn't have to be this way, but you wouldn't let us go. You never could let go, Dad. The investigation about the house fire is complete, and we have been given clearance to leave, which we will do in three days. I wanted to say that I am sorry, but I will not regret what happened. They are free. "I am free," David finished in a whisper. He blinked back tears and bent down, placing a light kiss on his father's warm, dry cheek. "I love you, Dad. I just wish you could have loved me." David quickly walked from the room, missing the slow trickle a tear made as it slid down Graham's cheek. David gazed out over the Grande Canal, smelling the sweet scent of water on the breeze. He didn't even want to think about how much money it had cost Maglor and Erestor to secure such a lavish room so near the canal. He sighed, thinking back once more on the last year. After Maglor had taken Graham's mind, David had said they would have trouble now that they had the silent man and his three dead companions littering his apartment. Luckily, Erestor and Maglor had extensive experience with disposing of bodies, and assured him it would not be a problem. First, they drained as much of Michael and Eric's blood as they could -- not an easy task without a beating heart to move the blood. In the end, it had required a funnel, some rubber tubing, and gravity to accomplish the feat. Then Maglor had searched the apartment building for other signs of life. Since it was in the middle of a workday, there were only two other people home in the small building. While Maglor sought out the two other tenants, Erestor wrapped himself in a sheet and got to work on the bodies with a set of butcher knives from David's kitchen and a box of heavy contractor trash bags. With very little blood in any of the bodies, the job was relatively clean. While Graham watched in eerie silence, Erestor efficiently distributed the three corpses among four bags, stuffing the sheet into the last one. Maglor returned from having "coaxed" the elderly couple in the downstairs apartment that they had heard nothing and that a nice long nap sounded like a wonderful idea. While the two vampires lugged the heavy bags down to the trunk of their car, David -- coached by Maglor -- called the police. Erestor drove away with the catatonic Graham, leaving David and Maglor in the apartment. When the police arrived, Maglor clouded their minds to his presence. They listened impassively to David recounting the story they'd rehearsed; that he was planning to go away with his male lover, who was supposed to be here packing. When he arrived after walking home from work, he'd found the door forced open, this gigantic bloodstain on the floor, and no sign of his lover. The officers were predictably homophobic, Maglor found as he peered into their thoughts. They assured David that they would do everything possible, while secretly not caring about one less queer in the world. One small mental push by Maglor convinced the officers that David had an ironclad alibi and was not to be considered a suspect, and yes, he was free to go. After the police left, Erestor brought the car back around, and Maglor and David got in and drove to the massive house that Michael, Eric, Terry, and Graham had been using as a base of operations. The vampires emptied the contents of the trash bags in the extensive records room, and then set the room ablaze. David pulled Johnathan Selman's journal out of a safe behind a portrait and tossed it unceremoniously into the fire. By the time the fire department arrived, the house was fully engulfed in flame, and the only witness appeared to be Graham, wandering around outside in a state of catatonic shock. The final report (as helped along with mental suggestions from Maglor and Erestor) was that the house had caught on fire with three people trapped in the library, and Graham had gone insane trying to get them out and listening to them burn to death. And then, a year later, once all the investigations had been concluded, Erestor had booked their flight to Italy, hustling David out of the country as soon as he could. That world seemed a lifetime away now, David thought as he breathed deeply again. He closed his eyes and smiled as long, strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Maglor's spicy soap invaded David's senses, and he leaned back into the embrace. "You seem a thousand miles away," Maglor said hotly against David's ear. "Good thing you are both here to bring me back," David replied, his voice breathless to his own ears. Erestor leaned against the railing, admiring his two lovers. "I would suggest we go for a trip along the canal, but every time we turn west, it rains. I think we should simply avoid water as often as we can." Maglor chuckled. "Now he figures it out." David laughed as he turned in Maglor's arms, lifting his lips to Maglor's for a kiss. He could feel Erestor's hot gaze on them as they kissed, watching where their lips met and tongues danced. "We can't stay out here," Erestor said, and his voice was rough with need. "Inside. Now," he growled, pulling at Maglor's shirt. They stripped their clothing quickly, falling onto the vast bed in a tangle of arms and sucking sounds. David never felt as wanted as he did when he was between the two Elven vampires; their desire for him never waned, and they could take him to heights of pleasure he had never imagined. He was laid on his back, Maglor settling between his thighs, and Erestor's head hovering above his throbbing length. This was also something they did. Neither enjoyed hours of foreplay; they wanted to feel his body writhe under their hands. As Erestor's lips surrounded David's aching cock, Maglor thrust into the Man's tight heat. David cried out, arching into Maglor's thrust and sinking his length deeper into Erestor's throat. They moved in tandem. As Maglor's length pierced him, Erestor would swallow him to the hilt. He saw bright colors and his muscles trembled as he drew close to orgasm. He felt Erestor's hands wrap around his tight sac, squeezing the base of his cock and the tight muscles just under his pouch. Erestor's mouth continued to suck on him, and Maglor's enthusiastic thrusts pushed him over the edge. That hand gripped him tighter, and David shook with orgasm, Erestor's mouth moving over his burning length. His body tightened around Maglor and the Elf groaned deep in his throat. The warmth of the elder vampire's seed spread inside his passage, and David gasped as Maglor continued to push inside him. Erestor released David's shaft and sac, and David realized he was still so aroused he ached for release. He looked down into Erestor's grinning face, and then to his still-erect shaft. "What," he panted, "have you done?" Maglor slipped from his throbbing backside. "We are not done with you, lover. We have gone so very easy on you this past year, it is time for you to learn just a fraction of our stamina," Maglor said evilly. David watched with dazed eyes as Erestor and Maglor exchanged places. His eyes focused on Erestor's cock as the vampire grasped his hips, settling him over his thighs. His entrance was already sensitive and sore, but Erestor did not pause and entered him in one swift push. David felt tears spring into his eyes as pain shot through him, but the way was already slick with lubrication and semen. Maglor's face hovered above his for a moment. "Are you pained, dear David?" he asked, his fangs peeking from between his lips. "Did I use you too roughly?" It was a sweet pain, one that enflamed his arousal, and David knew it was because Maglor was exerting some of his mental power on him. He was dampening that sharp pain, bringing the pleasure to the forefront, and David welcomed the gesture. He moaned, his mind slowly drowning in a sea of desire. Erestor glided smoothly in and out of his passage, and David was helpless to the sensations rolling through him. Maglor nipped and suckled at David's nipples until the Man sobbed in sweet agony. The elder vampire's hand slid down to cup him in the same manner Erestor's had, and Erestor increased the power behind his thrusting. With his seed trapped by Maglor's hand, Maglor bent down, sinking his fangs into David's throat. David bucked up, slamming himself against Erestor as his orgasm swept through him a second time. Maglor's mind, heady with sex, invaded his. He knew instantly how hard Maglor was already, and could glimpse the tortures his body would endure at the vampire's hands long before he would be given that final climax. Tears of frustration slipped down his cheeks as he felt Erestor's essence mingle with Maglor's inside him. Once Maglor had released his neck and his body, David shook with barely contained sexual need. His body quivered in a fever of arousal, and David prayed that it both ended and continued forever. Maglor's eyes raked over the Man's body. Seed trickled from between the crevice of his backside, causing Maglor's shaft to pulse. David's skin was flushed and slick with sweat. His cock rested heavily on his belly, so engorged that its color was deep plum, and it wept its clear juices continuously. He could sense that David's mind was lost in the storm of their lust, and he licked the remaining blood from his lips. The Man was delicious and strong and like nothing Maglor had ever seen in all his many years. He took a moment to wipe himself with a damp washcloth, cleaning away semen and lubricant. He tossed the cloth aside and moved to prop David's head on the three thick pillows that littered their bed. Erestor panted as he watched Maglor then straddle David's chest, feeding his thick shaft to the Man. Erestor shuddered, his arousal reawakening. He saw the slick flesh move between those swollen, red lips, and David's glazed hazel eyes stared up at Maglor with adoration. Erestor stretched out on the mattress between David's legs, guiding them over his shoulders. He snaked his tongue out, running the wet, hot muscle over David's abused opening. He tasted the bitterness of seed, but it was a welcome flavor he savored as he thrust his tongue into David's body. David whimpered around Maglor's length, his jaw aching, his throat sore, and backside once again spread open. As he swallowed Maglor's cock over and over, he rode Erestor's tongue; his length throbbed incessantly, and he fisted his hands into the sheets to stop himself from reaching for his shaft and stroking it. He focused on Maglor's face instead. The pale flesh was bright with blood, his lips parted and glistening. His head was thrown back, his dark hair cascading down his back in a black waterfall. Maglor was dark beauty, and it made David's heart ache with the love he felt for the vampire. Erestor left David's passage, nuzzling the soft flesh of David's inner thigh. He used his hand to stop David's seed from coming forth as he bit deeply into the Man's thigh. He had found that, from the simple act of their bite, David could quickly find release. As he drank from the human, merging their minds as Maglor had earlier, David's body quaked with orgasm. Erestor knew the climaxes he found in this manner were enjoyable, but they were also somewhat hollow. There was an unsatisfied twinge left in their wake, which made one desire completion even more. Maglor saw David's eyes flutter and felt the Man's body tremble under him. The waves of arousal beat against him, both his own, Erestor's and David's, and Maglor spilled himself down David's throat, closing his eyes as David's drank all he had to give. This one was special. Maglor had not admitted it, and he was not sure he ever would, but he did love the human. Damn him, he loved David. Maglor moved off of David's chest, and the two vampires allowed David a moment to catch his breath. "Please," David sobbed, squirming as Erestor slithered up his body. "Please." The tears would not stop, and his body was tight as a bowstring. He needed to come, and he was not beneath begging his lovers to give that to him. Erestor ran his tongue over David's bottom lip, tasting Maglor's essence on it. "You want something, David?" he purred, his body hard and ready again. David's lower body was lifted, and Erestor knew Maglor was placing a pillow under David's buttocks. After the pillow was in place, David felt his legs pressed forward, but not far. Then there was the nudging of the blunt, rounded head of Maglor's arousal. David whimpered, looking up into Erestor's dark gaze. "Please, no," he whispered. "Oh, David, David, my poor David," Erestor cooed. "Be a good boy and enjoy what we do." Erestor felt David's body arc under his weight as Maglor penetrated him again. The rhythm was slow, gentle and tender, but it did not change the fact that his backside hurt, that his cock hurt. He cried openly, sobbing with pained need. Because his vision was so blurred by his tears and all his attention was focused on the shaft piercing him, he did not see Erestor slip a lubricated finger into his own passage. What he did feel, though, was the cold gel as it was smeared on his length. As Maglor continued to thrust into David's body, Erestor mounted the Man, guiding the searing, over-engorged organ into him. He groaned as he sat down, watching David's face as he slowly rocked against him. David had never asked to take Maglor or Erestor, but Erestor had wanted to feel the man inside him. This was the perfect opportunity. Maglor reached around Erestor's waist and grasped the younger vampire's erection. Thrusting, grinding, and stroking. It did not take long before David screamed his release. There was no other word for what the Man did. He screamed as his seed exploded from his frustrated body, pumping deep into Erestor. Erestor's head fell back onto Maglor's shoulder as his orgasm shuddered through him, and David's clenching body dragged Maglor behind them. In the warm summer heat, the three bodies separated, and David gave a wordless complaint as he shifted between the two vampires. His body burned. His backside ached terribly and his sac was so tender he wondered if he would ever come again. "You two," he said, his voice rough from use, "are a menace." Erestor chuckled, kissing David's shoulder and hugging him close, nestling his spent member in the cleft of David's buttocks. "Did you not like it?" Erestor watched David snuggle against Maglor's chest, their hands lacing between them. Erestor smiled, pleased to see the affection between his lovers. It was finally more than just sex for Maglor, and the younger vampire was relieved by this development. David's head swam with exhaustion as he spoke. "Ask me tomorrow when I try to stand," he managed before sleep claimed him.