Fell was going to pay for the hotel room, but Abryn took over. He simply smiled at the woman behind the desk, before nodding when asked if it was ‘the usual’ and getting a key. Len noticed how Abryn seemed to be getting ‘the usual’ a lot, while a tiny part of them liked the idea that he wouldn’t be getting the usual experience tonight.
Fell simply took in the situation as it was. He started thinking about how he would do ‘this’ and ‘that’ to both Len and Abryn, and how he hoped he could get Len to beg for mercy. The game had turned out even more fun than he had dared hope for, and the human, human as he might be, was quite interesting despite it all.
“Come in.” Abryn invited, as he opened the door. A small and quiet thought crossed both of the vampires at the same time. ‘We just got invited’. They walked in and looked around.
The hotel room was fancy to say the least. Len had noticed how expensive it looked from the outside. Fell had noticed how expensive it looked from the inside. Both of them now noticed that it all wasn’t just for show. A conclusion was reached, that Abryn must be of money. For Len, who got by working odd jobs here and there, as they could never commit to a job long-term because of a certain somebody, this seemed extremely over the top. For Fell, who had both time and money to spare, he mostly was interested in where the human got the money from, rather than being impressed at how he spent them.
An over-the-top bed stood in the smack-middle of the room, as if it was made in an attempt to make sure the walls would not be ruined, even if things got wild. The walls were decorated with things that would have seemed tacky in a normal motel, but had class when placed at a place it seemed to belong.
Len stared at the bed, then at the human, and lastly at Fell, slowly starting to realize what was going to happen. In an attempt to figure out a last-ditch attempt to get the game to end before losing all sense of dignity and self-worth, Len looked at the human, finding their best bed-eyes, turning their charm up to impossible levels only desperation made possible.
“Are you sure you can take both of us? You still have a chance to simply choose one. No hard feelings.” They said, making sure their voice was more buttery and smooth than even Fell’s could be. Hoping it was enough to convince the human that they alone would be enough. If the other person had been any other than Fell, the plan would have succeeded. But it needed to work ONLY because it was Fell.
“My feelings are already plenty hard.” Fell swooped in, his smirk lighting up from all types of thirst, as it never had before, giving a slight nod down to his very obvious ‘feelings’, before the human had a chance to consider what Len had said. Fell didn’t want to leave anything up to chance. He had already gotten this far. His imagination had already brought out plenty of humiliating faces from Len he would like to see with his own eyes. There was nothing that could get in the way. Fell needed Len to simply admit defeat, and do what they came here to do. Compete. Play.
“I would have to agree with Fell.” Abryn nodded, looking down at a bulge in his pants, only to look at the matching one in Fell’s. The thought of not knowing why that was the only human function that seemed to remain, even though it required a flow of blood their kind didn’t have, crossed Len’s mind but they shut it out. Len shortly thought they were the only sane person, but had to admit that, objectively, they were all good-looking people, and if Len didn’t know how rotten Fell was inside, they probably wouldn’t have minded doing him. Based on Fell’s looks, and his looks alone, Len added to himself.
Before Len could back out, not that he would have done so, Fell took a step forward, grabbed their face, and pressed his lips against theirs, tucking in his tongue between their fangs that popped out from the shock. Len stood there, frozen. The warmth of his dead fake breath made them shiver, as Len felt the humans gaze on their display. Len didn’t want to lose.
They grabbed the back of Fell’s head, keeping a tight grip on his hair, as they pressed themselves closer, letting their tongue return the gesture. Fell tasted like the same mysterious drink Len had, but with a hint of something foreign. Something Len hadn’t tasted before. Something that tasted too good to leave alone. Len noticed small moans escaping their own mouth, while Fell remained silent. Before Len could stop the moans, Fell went for the counter. Fell didn’t back down, as he grabbed Len’s waist, holding them tightly against his body, as they ferociously started to devour each other. Abryn stared from the side with a wet smirk, as he started to undress himself. The two vampires noticed, pulled away from each other, and quickly unbuckled their belts, letting their pants slide down.
Clothes got thrown every which way as carnal desire overtook any kind of logical thought. The vampires were hunters. The human was prey. It was that simple.
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