He yearned for the sunlight. It had been a decade since he had last seen the sun, felt the warmth against his skin. But he knew he couldn't, his guardians absolutely forbidding it. At least they had up until his sixteenth birthday when things got more complicated and it just wasn't them that were holding him back from going out during the day.

On his birthday, his guardians had spoiled him more than they usually did. They bought him many expensive gifts, so many that when stack up they formed a small mountain that was almost as tall as he was, and even had an extravagant and beautiful version of his favorite cake made for him.

His birthday surprises didn't end there though. After he finish his cake, his guardians, Trip and Virus, had lead him to the bathroom with promises that he'd get to open his gifts whenever he was a bit more cleaned up. Trip had pushed him lightly onto the toilet while Virus had started getting the bath ready. Trip had gotten a few towels and a rag from the cabinet, setting them on the sink before moving back over to him and beginning to remove his clothes. This wasn't unusual really. Trip and Virus adored him and it made them happy to do things like removing his clothes, dressing him, and even helping him bathe.

He hadn't even blinked when Trip finished with him; the blond beginning to remove his own clothes, Virus doing the same. Since he had been little, the three of them had bathed all together. So he never really found it odd, it being completely normal to him.

He had let Trip lead him to the tub, Virus then helping him in. The bath went as normal, the two blondes washing until they deemed him clean before Virus began washing his hair, being careful of his sensitive scalp. Whenever the bath had been done, the two of them left him to get dressed as they went to go maneuver the presents into the living room.

He had gone out to the living room and opened each of them, thanking them each time he opened a gift. Whenever all the gifts had been opened, his guardians had led him to the bedroom, which had been left dark, lit candles the only thing providing light. His eyebrow had risen as he looked around at the scene.

He had been led over to the bed and gently pushed down so that he sat on the edge, hazel eyes darting between the two of them in slight confusion. Virus smiled, telling him not to worry, that this was another present and he would love it. And then he kissed him and he relaxed with the confusion slowly melting away. The two of them…They had wanted him just like he had wanted them for years.

They made love to him that night. They had been gentle with him. Their kisses, their touches, even the way they spoke. It had all been so gentle and it showed just how much they cared for him. And when he had been on the verge of falling asleep, exhausted from the evening's acts, everything changed. He felt their lips on both sides of his neck. He had hummed, breath sucking in as he felt something very sharp where their lips had been moments before. He had tensed, whining in pain. They had held him down, the horrible pain subsiding after a few minutes. He could barely remember when they had moved away from him and forced him to drink a bitter, coppery fluid before he had passed out.

That night…They had made him theirs. They had made sure that he would be theirs forever.

"Aoba."

Hazel eyes turn away from the window, focusing on the one who had just spoken to him. It was Virus. He was probably here to tell him that it was time to go to bed as the sun would be coming up soon.

It had only been a few months since the teen had been turned and it was easy to see that he wasn't taking too well to his new life. He refused to feed, which caused Trip and Virus to forcefully feed him their own blood just to get him the nutrients he needed. It was vital that the teen feed, the two of them not wanting to see him perish or go crazy from the hunger.

They were relieved they could at least get him to sleep during the day, having fixed him on the schedule when he had been younger. It was evident the teen wasn't happy at all, but at least he would be with them forever, which made the two blonds very happy. Aoba would get used to his new life, which wasn't all that different from his old one. The three of them still went about their day as usual; the only difference was Aoba's new powers and thirst for blood; minor changes from how they normally lived.

The blond approaches the teen, finger gently lifting up his chin so he could gaze at him. He and Trip had not touched Aoba sexually since they had turned him. They knew that he needed space, knew that if he wished to make love again that he would come to them when he was ready. They wouldn't pressure him. A small smirk makes its way onto Virus' lips as he notices the way Aoba's Adams apple bob as their eyes met.

"It's time for bed," he tells him, hand moving from his chin to his own hand, clasping it. "The sun will be up soon and you shouldn't be up whenever it comes out," he says, leading him towards the bedroom they all shared. "You wouldn't want that lovely pale skin of yours to burn," he says as he glances back at him.

Aoba gives a simple nod, too tired to even argue that he wanted to stay up a little while longer. He holds back a yawn, eyes focusing on the ground. It had been a long time since he'd stepped foot outside during the day. He knew it had been since he had gone into Trip and Virus' care ten years ago.

He couldn't remember much of his life before that. He knew that he had grown up in an orphanage, but that was about it. He couldn't remember anything that happened during his time growing up or anything else. Trip and Virus always told him that he probably had wanted to forget simply because the orphanage had been an awful one. They always told him how glad they were when they'd seen him outside playing and had decided to take him in as their own, rescue him from that rotten place.

Even if he couldn't remember, he was still grateful for the two of them adopting him. Even if he didn't remember how awful the orphanage had been, he did remember how much he had yearned for a family. And they had given him one (and a very loving one at that.).

Aoba makes a small noise as he's gently pushed down onto the bed. Trip is right beside Virus, a pair of sleep clothes in his hands. The two of them look so similar that even if they aren't, it's hard to not call them twins, even when they both had a few distinguishing differences about them.

While the both of them both had blue eyes and blond hair, there were a few differences between them. Virus wore glasses. That was one way to tell them apart. Another way was that Trip was bulkier, ore muscular as well as a little taller than Virus. He also happened to be a bit younger than Virus as well.

Even with the small differences, they still seemed so much like twins and even like they were actually related even though Aoba knew better.

He looks away from them, not being able to hold their gaze for long after what had happened. It's not as if he regrets it, actually it honestly made him extremely happy that the two of them wanted to keep him with them forever, but it had been so sudden. He had never asked to become a vampire or even showed signs of wanting to be one. Nor had they ever asked him about the subject, they had just done it without any warning. That's why he was upset.

He feels a weight press against the top of his head and he glances back up at them. Virus is leaning over him, lips pressed to his head. "Let's get ready for bed," the blond whispers to him before stepping away, allowing Trip to move in front of him.

He starts by removing Aoba's shirt, the bluenette lifting up his arms whenever he was told. He stays silent; standing whenever Trip instructs him to so that his pants could be removed and a pair of sleep pants can take their place. Next was the shirt, which is slightly large on him as well as warm. He watches as Virus gathers the clothing that had been thrown on the floor, eyes following as he moves over to the hamper in the corner of the room and dumps them in.

Trip moves from in front of him, going to the bed so he can turn down the covers. Aoba doesn't look at him; instead he keeps his eyes on Virus who is now changing into his own night clothes, which is just a simple pair of sleep pants.

Once Virus is done, he walks over to Aoba before gesturing for him to get more onto the bed. Aoba does as he's told, crawling up the bed and slipping his legs under the covers, earning a smile from Virus. The blond reaches out and cups his cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the smooth skin. "Good boy," He praises.

Virus draws back the covers, fixing them once he climbs into bed and has situated himself right beside Aoba. Trip joins them momentarily once he's done changing into his own night clothes, getting in on Aoba's other side. Both of them exchange a look before leaning down and pressing their lips to Aoba's cheeks, causing the teen's face to go a soft shade of pink.

They both pull away, lying back on the bed. Aoba lies down between them, their arms instantly draping over him. "We love you, Aoba," they both tell him and a small smile makes his way onto Aoba's lips. He doesn't say it back. He of course loves them as well but he just can't find himself saying it back to them. He hasn't for a while now. He used to whenever he was younger, but as he grew older he just stopped. Maybe it was because of the feelings he had begun to feel for them once he'd gotten a little older, he wasn't sure.

Aoba yawns lightly, curling up against Trip. Maybe it was time to give the two of them a break. What they did, turning him, was probably for the best. Everything they did was in his best interest, or so they always said.

So maybe tomorrow he would go out with them whenever they asked, actually talk to them as well. Besides, he missed the way they touched him like they had on the night of his birthday. He yearned for that almost as much as he did the sunlight.

He closes his eyes, the small smile growing as he feels each of their arms tighten around him. Yeah. He knew what they did was only for the best and would benefit all of them. He couldn't stay angry with them, especially whenever they continued to dote on him.

He quickly falls asleep, feeling better about everything than he had in the past few months. Trip and Virus exchange looks, the older of the two smiling a bit.

"Tomorrow?" Trip asks him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow," Virus agrees, ready to fulfill the promise they had made after the first month of Aoba's change. The teen would accept his new life and live like he was supposed to whether he liked it or not. His guardians would make absolute sure of that.