Author's Note: An inter-connected three-shot. This one is rated M for a bit of Bloodplay, language and 'torture'. The others are mostly rated T. Enjoy.

Drawing

The bed-room is mostly shadow-darkened, the bed up against the window. His loves were posing on the bed naked in the moon's light. He still can't get used to how amazing they look, alone or together. Especially together. Ah, how he loves doing this. The only sound in the room being a pencil on paper, he is drawing again. He can hear how heavy they're breathing from his spot in front of the bed. He can see they're having a hard time keeping still. Well, it has been going on for two hours. From early evening to night and they've managed well up to now, not even a strong shudder yet.

Smiles briefly as they whimper and groan. The sounds echo around their room. Clouds vanish the moon and he takes a brief glimpse up in the 'dark'. Just to make sure they were restraining themselves to lust-filled looks. So, so close to a kiss but showing that much vaunted restraint. When their eyes turn from each other to him, it's incredibly distracting. He stares, entranced by them for the millionth time. Those looks will never get old, they'll always be amazing to him. No matter what 'tortures' he puts them up to they know he loves them.

Plus his poor, poor loves they really should have known better. Far, far better than to let him draw them before sex. It works better when he's not just woken up and they're still asleep. If it weren't for his drawing they'd be all over each other. Nice as it is to watch his loves go crazy over each other, he's rather partial to participating.

Looks down at the paper, seeing that he's drooled all over the bottom of it. The lust-filled silence breaks as he laughs. Panting from the effort of holding otherwise still, they blink in confusion.

Deliberately looking down, Vlad says as he holds up the drawing "Oops. Looks like we've gotta start allover." Grins at both of them, continuing "Or you two'll just have to, I don't know do something about it."

Looking up as Neo and Smith collapse in a heap on the incredibly comfortable bed. Deep, distracting kisses and frantic hands roaming over taunt, sweat slicked skin and hard muscle. Then they look up and respond in perfectly sexy unison "Fuck you, Vlad."

The brown-eyed vampire laughs as they lean over and drag him up onto the bed. In a very nonsensical way, it reminds him of their first threesome. Yet, there everything was rougher, faster. Now, now though they have time to take it slow. Vlad's distraction comes when Smith lets out a string of, even darker than his normal tone, curses at Neo. He and Neo both pant and shiver at that tone, they agreed years ago Smith got sexier when he cursed. It was always a good sign in this situation.

Neo grins at him and Smith "Oh, come on we know you like it, seeing it now too.".

He deliberately quickly moves to kiss Neo. Smith's "Not. Yet." interrupts him the icy-eyes flashing mock warning, he freezes an inch away. Smith kisses both of them briefly, pulling away to run a hand down their bodies. He's left squirming in even more discomfort as Smith's hand leaves seconds later to focus on Neo. Who's dark-eyes gleam sadistically as Neo kisses him and he can't respond. Pure torture as the tips of his fangs are pressing against Neo's tongue and a bit of blood drips into his mouth. His tongue twitches at the metallic taste that's sweetened by pleasure, resisting the urge to suck on Neo's tongue.

Watching in frustration as tanned hands pull Neo away from him into another deep kiss. Neo licking blood onto Smith's lips as pale hands stroke over tanned thighs. He tries running a hand through Neo's hair and down his back, only for the man to growl and shake him off. Then he crawls around to the side and gets blocked trying to touch them. The real torture is simple he can't touch anyone, not even himself and its killing him.

When he whimpers "Now ?.", dark-eyes turn to him as blue-eyes glow in the moon-light.

"I don't know Smith, do you think he's learned his lesson yet ?."

A dark laugh and "Perhaps or perhaps not."

Vlad tilts his head trying to find a way to get out of his self-suggested 'torture'. Until something they all like jumps out at him. He hates leaving the bed, but if anything'll him back in on the fun its chocolate. He might not be able to eat it but he sure as hell likes it.

A minute later he's back on the bed chocolate in hand, his offering not accepted yet. Smith pushing Neo down on the bed. Looking over at him smirking, before breaking off a few pieces and laying them slowly on pale-skin. Obviously, his 'torture' isn't over yet and his hands twitch in frustration at Neo's gasping and urging Smith to " Get the fuck on with it."

Groans, clenching at the blanket as the ex-Agent gets his own slow 'torture' via Neo. Until finally, finally the familiar words to end his 'torture', the simultaneous "Say please, Vlad."

Vlad begs "Pl-ease, loves." staring desperately at them.

They both look serious for a brief moment, before smiling and "Well, there is some left.".

Even for him its a long and very tiring but oh-so-satisfying night. Vlad'll be damned if waking up in the morning isn't worth it.

2nd Author's Note:Vlad is a vampire in the Merovingian's employ. He's mainly in Enter the Matrix from Niobe's view, which definitely didn't happen here.