“You look delicious,” Sylas says, and bites hard on Vax’s neck. The pain is sharp and immediate, sensitive skin parting like tissue paper before sharp fangs. And he knows he should run, knows he’s in danger. But somehow, the prospect seems distant, unimportant compared to the need to stay in place. His place is here, beneath Lord Briarwood’s fangs.
Vax can feel strength draining from him as Sylas drinks. The tension leaves him, drop by drop, until he is limp and pliant in Sylas’s grasp. Sylas laughs, and his fangs nick Vax’s skin again.
"Is he as good as he looks?" Delilah asks lightly. She’s reclined on the bed before them both, watching. Sylas shifts slightly, easily turning Vax to the side. It takes a moment for Vax to realize that he was turned in order to give Delilah a better view.
"He tastes like the finest wine," Sylas says with predatory pleasure. They're talking about him like he isn't there, but the praise feels good. It feels better when Sylas begins undoing the front of Vax’s tunic, leaving his shoulders and part of his chest bare. He can feel blood dripping down his neck, towards his chest. Sylas licks it up, beginning at the now-exposed collarbone. He takes his time, tongue almost gentle against Vax's exposed neck. Vax shudders at the attention, unconsciously tilting his head to give Sylas better access. Eventually he finds the bite marks again, sucking from them without needing to bite anew.
"Would you like to join in, my love?" Sylas asks his wife, voice deep with desire.
"That depends," Delilah replies, voice teasing, still acting aloof even as she watches with hungry eyes. "Can you show me anything worth joining in on?"
In response, Sylas reaches up and kisses Vax, tongue pressing into his mouth, making Vax taste his own blood. Vax gives a muffled moan, trying to kiss Sylas back despite the awkward angle, desperate for contact as Sylas's hand brushes against his exposed chest and nipple.
Suddenly there's a sharp pain on Vax's scalp, and he's pulled away from the kiss. Delilah has teleported in front of him, pinning him between the two Briarwoods. Her hand is tangled in his hair, messing it from the neat ponytail it had been in. He gasps weakly as she pulls at it, holding him in place while she begins to passionately kiss her husband.
Delilah's lips are locked with Sylas's, her lips staining red with Vax's blood, like Sylas and Vax’s already are. Vax cannot look away, spellbound by the couple, pressed so tightly between them that he thinks he might fall if they stepped away. Delilah's grip is still tight in his hair, and he pulls against it slightly just to feel the sting.
The fingers of her other hand trail over Vax's neck, and he stills. She traces her way up to the bite marks Sylas has left, and her nails dig in for a fraction of a moment. He whimpers, both with pain and desire. She notices, for while she does not interrupt the kiss she’s sharing with Sylas to spare Vax so much as a glance, her fingers leave Vax's neck and slip into his open mouth. He sucks instinctively, lathing his tongue over the pads of her fingers. It is almost worship, licking her fingers clean of his own blood.
It’s Sylas who pulls away first, taking in the image of his wife, holding the bloodied Vax in place. “What do you think, my love?” he asks. “Do you want him, or shall I finish him off?"
Now Delilah steps back too, releasing her grip on Vax’s hair, pulling her fingers from his mouth and wiping them off on the front of his tunic. She looks him hungrily up and down, not with the hunger of a lover, but the hunger of a predator. He’s suddenly aware of how composed the two of them are, still perfectly put together save the red on their lips. Meanwhile, he knows, he is still breathless with want for them, his shirt open, hair disheveled, and blood drips from where it is smeared across his neck. Somehow, he’s just as trapped by their gaze as he was by their bodies a moment before.
She smiles. “He does suffer so prettily, dearest. It’d be a shame to kill him right away.”
Vax flushes at the praise. Delilah gives him a piercing, assessing stare, then addresses him directly for the first time. “You seem skilled enough with your tongue. Would you like to please me, pet?”
He’s tongue-tied for a moment, then quickly swallows and clears his throat, desperate to answer. “Yes. I- Yes, lady. Whatever you need, anything you need.”
She gives an indulgent smile, returning to the bed, where her husband already stands. She sits on the edge, hiking up her skirt, before looking up and realizing that Vax hasn’t followed. With a snap of the fingers, she gestures him forward. He obeys, kneeling at her feet.
A wave of her fingers, and her underthings vanish, reappearing folded on the bed. She spreads her legs apart, then takes Vax by the hair once more and pulling him between. He sets to work eagerly, tasting her arousal, lavishing her clit with attention.
She gives a contented sigh, her grip on his hair loosening. He takes this as praise and continues, as above him she addresses her husband. “It’s lucky we found him in here, really. Think of how dull the evening would have been without him.”
“You seemed quite entertained already, Delilah,” Sylas says with amusement. “Although I know how much you enjoy your little toys.”
She laughs. “You act as though you don’t enjoy them as well, my love, but we both know that isn’t the case.” Her voice is slightly breathier than usual, the only indication that she even notices Vax, as he sucks devotedly at her clit.
“Right as always, my dear,” Vax hears, then feels a pair of strong hand take hold of his own, lifting it.
The bite is a shock. Vax freezes at the sharp pain on the underside of his wrist. He feels the heat of welling blood as Sylas begins to drink, teeth still deep in the vulnerable flesh.
Delilah tuts and tugs at his hair, displeased at the lapse in his attention. “Don’t worry, pet,” she says soothingly. “My husband is interested in blood rather than sex nowadays; it’s only fair that you satisfy us both, don’t you think? Besides, he won’t drain you until you’ve finished pleasing me.”
Vax relaxed at her words, humming his agreement against her clit. She was right, of course. It was only fair that he have to serve both Briarwoods. If he was lucky enough to be desired by both of them, who was he to refuse?
He redoubled his efforts to please the Lady, licking deep inside her before returning to her clit. Sylas was still drinking from one hand, but with the other he began to finger her, finding what pleased her most. A particular crook of his fingers made her gasp, and he repeated the motion. He timed his licks and sucks with the motion of his fingers, proud that her breath hitched each time.
She takes control, then, pushing his face in close and grinding against him. She rides his face to climax, squeezing his head between her thighs as she comes. He takes it, licking her carefully through the aftershocks as soon as she releases him.
“Good boy,” she whispers, pulling away. Distantly, he notes that Sylas has stopped drinking, but his focus is fully on Delilah and the praise that she has offered.
She reaches a finger under his chin and tilts his head up, inspecting the blood and slick that is smeared across his face. “You make for an excellent plaything. It’s almost a shame we can’t keep you.”
Then her hand is at his windpipe, cutting off his breath. He hadn’t noticed Sylas move, but he’s suddenly behind Vax, biting his neck anew, draining blood much faster now that he no longer has to savor the meal. His vision swims from lack of blood and lack of oxygen, and he must be imagining the sounds of conflict from just outside the room. The last thing he hears before he passes out is Delilah laughing, and the sound of familiar voices calling his name.
* * *
“Vax. Vax, wake up, say something, please!”
Vax comes to consciousness with Pike’s desperate face coming into focus above him. He’s weak, covered in blood, but the worst wounds on his neck have healed over.
“Hey, Pickle,” he rasps out, and her face breaks into a relieved smile. His throat hurts, but he keeps talking. “That was … a fun evening. I should … do that again sometime.”