This one technically happens before the last chapter. This one takes place after the show where Jericho through a fit and demanded he get a rematch when DX took JeriShow's belts.

Shawn stays longer in this verse, and Cody goes to Smackdown much sooner than the draft.

The night had ended fairly well. Chris made his last debut on RAW, and he'd made sure the fans would

remember him. He undid his sleeve cuffs, setting them very carefully on the tabletop. He began to unbutton his jacket neck, his movements languid. He wasn't tired, he was just letting his mind drift away. He was sitting on the bed, eyes straying to the window.

On the other hand, Miz was gazing at the abandoned suitcase that sat beside their regular luggage. It had been used to hold Chris's two title belts, the unified tag-team belts. He'd always shined them for his protector, and now all he had left was his own US belt. But there was a hunger inside him, one that yearned for something greater.

There had been talk of what was to happen to DX's short-lived reign. The writer's didn't want to draw it out too much, so they were planning on giving Big Show another run, but with someone else. Someone who could take Jericho's place, a place Chris had willing emptied so he could go back to Smackdown (until the Draft, at least) and go for the Heavyweight championship.

"Chris?" Miz spoke up, turning to the blonde.

"Hm?" was all he got in return.

Mike stopped at the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, "Master?"

Chris perked up at this, shifting on the bed to face the brunette. He raised an eyebrow, telling him he'd received his full attention.

"I was just thinking…" Miz began coyly "Who did you have in mind to pair with Paul for his next tag-team reign?"

"Oh, I don't know" Chris mimicked his tone "I told Creative I'd think about it. I was just going to let them choose."

"Now…why would you do a thing like that?" the brunette smirked "When you have prime material right in front of you?"

Chris raised both in eyebrows in surprise, "You?"

Usually, he could tell what his little pet was thinking. But this? This was from out of the blue.

"Yeah" Miz tilted his head up "Me."

"Well, sweetheart…" Chris thought it over, liking the idea already "You have proven yourself in the ring. And you've been a tag-team champion before. Your chances are good."

"But they could be better" Miz pulled his collar out from his back pocket, slowly reaching up and buckling around his throat "With your help."

The sight of his pet-collar made Chris sigh deeply, catching the first traces of arousal on his boy.

"I suppose that's true" the vampire replied "If I had the right incentive, that is."

"What can I do to turn your head my way?" Miz cooed, sauntering over to his open laptop. He brought up his iTunes, bending over the table a little to show off the curves of his ass. He clicked on "Boom Boom Ba" by Metisse. It had a good beat, and it was about the mood he wanted to set. He turned back to face his master, the weight of his weapon heavy in his back pocket. He swayed his hips, running his hands up his jacket clad chest to reach his zipper. Rolling head back, drawing pleasure from the intense gaze he could feel searing his body. He slowly lowered the zipper, exposing his thin, black wife-beater.

Chris rested back on the heels of his hands, watching the display with a growing hunger.

Miz let the jacket drop, turning around in the same move. He raised his arms above his head, twisting his wrists and hips like an exotic dancer. He knew how to entice his protector, if he got his blood flowing and let his natural rhythm take over, he would keep his eyes. He unbuttoned his pants, smirking as he rolled his hips…with each sway, the hem slipped lower and lower until his jeans pooled at his feet.

Miz stepped out of them and towards the vampire, loving the way Chris eyed his tight boxer-briefs. He let his fingertips slide under the hem of his wife beater, exposing an inch of his skin at a time. Once his vision was obscure, he tugged it over his head and let it fall to the floor.

Chris noted the sultry look on his pet's face, he could almost hear his thoughts. He could feel them, like silk strings surrounding the brunette.

"What's my pretty pet planning for me?" Chris inquired, black flickering through his eyes "What's so special about this treat?"

"This" Miz purred, pulling the pocket knife from his pocket and showing it to his master. He wet his full lower lip, flicking the blade open. It gleamed, a deadly flame to mess with. Chris let out a hiss of pleasure, sitting forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He almost wished he had a glass of scotch, but he knew a much sweeter liquor would soon spill form his love.

Miz made a show of it, lowering his hand and letting the dull edge ran along his across his pec. He gave a little mew of pleasure when it brushed across the sensitive skin, the blonde's fingers twitched as he restrained himself from jumping his pet. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dragged the blade across his abs. There was a faint zipping sound as the skin gave way beneath the edge, crimson tears blooming in seconds.

When the first scent of blood reached his nose, Chris's eyes flickered and dyed themselves a liquid ebony. His lips parted, fangs itching to bare themselves.

Mike's lips curled in a slow, knowing smile, "Enjoying the view?""

Chris growled low in his throat, he couldn't form a decent reply.

Miz chewed on his lower lip, letting the tip of the blade trace up the middle of his torso. He slowly applied pressure, giving a grunt when the flesh gave way beneath it. Pain radiated through his chest, he cut a little deeper than he meant to. Scarlet leaked like tears from the wound, slowly trailing down his pec. The brunette watched his protector claw at the sheets, trying to restrain himself from mauling the boy.

Mike knew he was getting to him.

"How about it?" Miz inquired softly, weaving his spell just as well as any vampire "You gonna let me have the title?"

Chris smirked, fangs touching his bottom lip. He crooked his finger at his pet, the other hand ripping open his own shirt. The buttons gave away, falling off his shoulders with a shrug.

Miz dropped the knife, slowly stalking over to the blonde. He ran a hand up his chest, fingers collecting the crimson beads to stain his palm. He slid it over his neck, tilting his head back and painting his skin with the macabre damask essence. Once he was in arms reach, he was seized by his neck and dragged onto the bed. He yelped, but didn't fight it. He landed flat on his back, the sheets scratching the sensitive skin across his back.

Chris hovered above him, eyes black as sin. His hunger, his baser animalistic needs, had been driven to the surface by his pet's sensual display. And now his Demon of Desire was vulnerable, gasping lightly beneath his grip and staring up at him with those big blue eyes that had caught his interest from the start. His gaze slid down, taking in the smears of crimson across his soft skin. He breathed in deeply, eyes fluttering shut at the intoxicating aroma.

"You can have it" Chris finally gave in, voice roughened from his bloodlust "You can have anything you want, sweetling."

Miz smiled, though not his usual smirk. This one was slower, softer…dreamier.

As ice turned to ebony, Chris lowered his head and bared his fangs.

xXx

Three hours later, at the witching hour, Chris was awoken by the soft tones of his phone. He pulled himself out of sleep easily enough, raising up on his elbow and snatching his cell with inhuman speed. Mike was still cradled in his arms, off in a deep sleep from the feeding and sex earlier. The marks on his necks were healing quickly, the dark circles under his eyes would fade before the sun rose.

Chris knew that melody, he flipped open the phone and read the text from his long time friend. It was Evan, he wanted him to come down to his room and talk. This was odd, but he knew Evan wouldn't call him up like this if it wasn't important.

Most of the vampires in the industry had made themselves big stars by using their strength and their mind tricks. Not Bourne. He believed in old-fashioned hard work and perseverance. He could've been a main card with a little persuasion, but he instead opted for getting a slow and steady push while going off his talent alone. No one knew a lot about his past, and even though the kid looked twenty-six…Chris suspected he was much older than that. Much. But he didn't let on, he allowed Evan to keep his secrets…and with that, he'd gained an ally.

Chris dropped a kiss in the younger man's brunette hair, slipping the blanket over the naked form. He slid out of bed, making sure not to make the mattress move. Instead of putting back on his suit, he chose a pair of jeans and a band t-shirt. Snatching a keycard off the side table, he made his way out.

Chris made sure the door locked after him, he didn't want to take a chance on leaving his pet vulnerable.

xXxXxXx

"Ah…"

"Mmmm…"

"…h-harder, please…"

'Dashing' Cody Rhodes lay spread out on the bed, stripped of his stylish clothes. The designer heap on the floor was a testament to his passion, they'd been shed slowly only an hour before by his lovers. He panted lightly, watching with glazed baby blues as Evan indulged in their youngest lover. He had the small brunette bent over the edge of the bed, mewing in ecstasy as the vampire took his time stroking his swollen desire. Brett was scratching at the rumpled bed sheets, back bowing as the ravenette slowly ran his fangs up and down his spine.

It was a horrible tease, never knowing when he was going to bite…a tease Evan indulged in often.

Eyes black with the promise of blood, Evan let his incisors just cut the skin enough to bring up little bits of crimson. Enough to wet his appetite, and enough to make little Brett DiBiase shudder.

"You want it, Precious?" Evan cooed, using his play name for the youngest DiBiase "You're going to have to work for it."

"Anything" Brett swore, his pupils blown from the Fascinating he was under. Evan didn't usually slip his boys under the spell, but with the anticipation of Jericho to come…he didn't want it to put a damper on their fun. Cody was woven into it as well, it was the only reason he wasn't begging at the moment.

"Go up there, keep our Coddles company" Evan commanded, pulling back with the barest hint of scarlet on his lower lip. He quickly lapped it up, rising to his feet and looking over the two of them. He'd seen the two of them almost two years ago, two sweet geeky boys who were in love. He couldn't help but seduce them individually, filling them with guilt with presents and touches until they'd both given in and told one another.

They'd confronted him, he'd proposed an offer. One of safety, and love…and sacrifice.

And now they couldn't be closer. They allowed the vampire into their relationship, let him take control, let him watch and join and drink how he pleased. He made sure to give them each their one-on-one time, but there was nothing better when all three of them could relax and be together.

Brett crawled up onto the bed, smirking at his lover. Cody raised his arms, letting his hands rest on his lover's shoulders the moment he was within reach. He hummed, running his palms down the younger man's arms rather sluggishly. Brett gave a hum in return, gliding further up the damn near perfect body until he could feast upon his full lips.

Evan sat back on his haunches, stroking himself lazily as he enjoyed the show. He loved watching them kiss, but it was nothing compared to the sight of them locked in passion. Their young, sculpted bodies grinding and writhing, sweating, moaning, loosing themselves in physical passion. All that blood flowing…it really set him off. He moaned and let his head lull back, he was starving. He hadn't eaten anything in two days, what with Brett in Florida and Cody in Smackdown…he was ravenous.

Cody had brought that up months ago, right after Evan had supped on both their blood. Brett had been asleep when his older, bigger boy had curled up behind him and kissed his ear. He'd proposed a contract then. If Evan promised not to dine on anyone else, they would give up their necks or thighs or wrists whenever he wanted.

Evan couldn't say no to the tempting offer, and had heartily agreed.

"Give him your mouth, Precious" Evan suggested, eyes cracking open to see their kiss break "Don't leave our Coddles wanting. If you make it good, I'll give you a special treat."

Brett smiled at the older brunette, giving him a quick peck on the lips before slithering down his body. He dropped little kisses across any skin he came upon, goosebumps rising up beneath his touch. He paused at the deep indents of his infamous hips, nuzzling the sensitive skin.

"Should I tease him, Evvy?" Brett inquired, wetting his lips.

Evan thought about it for just a moment, "Not right now, Precious. We've made him wait long enough, don't you think?"

The boy had the balls to look at him and say, "Not nearly."

The vampire smirked, flashing fang, "Suck, boy."

Brett pouted briefly, then sighed in delight and turned to the task at hand. He let his hot breath tease the glistening head, the length already standing proud under the grinding and caresses it had received. Cody watched him closely, biting the very edge of his lip as his chest heaved with the effort of his patience. DiBiase looked up at his lover, flashing him a grin before parting his lips and slowly lowering down. Inch by inch, he let the hot cock fill his mouth. It nudged the back of his throat, but he pushed on.

Cody's eyes slid shut, jaw dropping in a silent scream as he was taken to the hilt inside the heavenly warmth. He finally choked out a moan, head dropping back into the pillow.

"Ah, Bretty, baby" was the praise the youngest of them received, the vampire knew what reduced his boys to blathering messes. The youngest DiBiase went to work on him, giving him pleasure without pushing him toward an orgasm. Long licks, slow sucks, teeth just grazing the head. The room was filled with the perverse wet sounds of a mouth on a hard shaft of flesh, the moans of the debauched, the rustle of sheets, and the near silent growl of the vampire watching.

Cody's eyes slid open when he felt the edge of his mind being caressed, like silk on metal. It was the strange feeling that only Evan's presence gave him, when he was being called upon by his…master? Protector? Angel? Devil? Lover, for sure. The ravenette was sitting there in all his glory, his fangs a bit too long for his small mouth. They half-curled over his pink lower lip. Usually innocent doe eyes were now as shiny and round as ebony marbles, staring down at him with malicious intent.

Evan slid his hand across the sheet, seizing the top of the Rhodes boy's wrist in the curl of his fingers. In one graceful movement, he lifted it up and raised it to his mouth.

"Evvy…" was all Cody could murmur, quite past the point of full sentences.

Staring right into his eyes, Evan bared his fangs and let them touch the delicate, thin skin above his veins. Ever so slowly, he ran them further down until he met the plumpness of his forearm. While he usually fed from Brett's fulsome thighs, he was still trying for the perfect spot to sup from his older boy. For the moment, his arm would do.

Cody cried out sharply as he was bitten, then arched and moaned wantonly as the pain turned into a burning bliss. He barely felt the tug of the blood being lulled form his veins, but he damn well saw the crimson that flowed along the edges of the vampires eyes. That was from him, from his essence, from his life. He felt so empowered when Evan drank from him, because that was when the vampire needed him (and Brett) as much as they needed him. It was the cycle, his blood inside Evan or his flesh, his mouth on him, drops of Bourne's blood in him (when the vampire was feeling especially playful, but it was a rare treasure to feel that kind of intimacy.)

Evan moaned lustily, holding the arm in both his hands and bringing it harder to his mouth. He lapped it up like a starving man, savoring the flavor on his taste buds. The seductive slide of the essence down his throat was simply-

A soft knock at the door startled him out of his doze. At first, he eased his fangs out of the boy's wrist and growled in warning. But the crimson sheen in his eyes soon faded when he remembered he had texted Chris to come down.

"Come in" Evan spoke softly, a hushed tone, but it was enough for vampire ears. The door eased open, the lock gave way beneath the keycard that had been given over by a spelled desk girl. Chris stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes widened when he saw the scene on the bed, he had smelled the arousal outside the door but he'd had more faith in Evan than that. He couldn't help but grin, ducking his head to give them the illusion of privacy.

"I'm sorry" Chris apologized softly "I didn't know you were…having your boys."

"No problem" Evan smirked, then turned his head to look down at Cody. The younger man was frowning, noting Jericho's presence. Evan leaned down, locking their eyes and taking his full attention. In moments, the boy was deeper into the Fascination.

Brett raised his head, ready to say something, but his gaze was stolen and he was lost too.

Evan sat up, scooting down the bed. He swept the sheet and laid it over his lap, knowing that if his friend had any sense of preservation - he wouldn't dare let his eyes stray to the young humans on the mattress. The ravenette laid his hand on the back of Brett's head, urging him downward once more. He kept his fingers threaded through the tresses, forcing him to take Cody deeper on every bob down.

Chris turned to the side, facing the door and keeping his eyes respectfully lowered. If (in a moment of madness) he'd invited another vampire into the room while he was in bed with his Michael, he would want his fellow demon to keep his distance and his eyes down.

"There's something you need to know" Evan began, looking toward his friend.

Chris tilted his head in reply.

"As you know, Shawn will be back for quite some time" Evan began "His retirement is a long way off, and if he can help it…he'll just keep coming back."

Chris scowled, but didn't try to fight this well-known fact.

"Well, since he's come back, he's been taking it upon himself to push the rest of us around" Evan made a face, lips pursed "He's already made a pass at Brett, told him he could get him to the top."

"He's despicable that way" Chris stated, a coldness in his tone "Who else?"

"He got Jeff fired, got the cops called on him" the ravenette replied "But our Jeffy is resourceful, and he's going to get off scot-free and get a job on TNA."

Brett increased his pace, causing his lover to release an obscene moan and arch up at the first tingles of orgasm.

"Speaking of which…" Evan continued, running his hand down the youngest DiBiase's back "Alex is still so new to it all, and a few of those bastards in that branch saw him and Chris…not just fucking, but feeding. The poor thing can't Fascinate yet, and he needed someone strong enough to spell them so they wouldn't blab. Guess who he went to?"

Chris turned to him in shock, "No."

"Yes" Evan hissed "Shawn."

"That poor boy" sympathy swam in his azure depths "What is he demanding?"

"Money" Evan wet his lower lip thoughtfully, eyes roaming over his own boys "For now. But I'm sure he'll end up robbing 'Lex of much more."

"I hope it doesn't come to that."

Chris had grown rather fond of Alex and his human (his tag team partner.) One would consider them friends. They hung out when they happened to be close, and they shared the same sense of adventure. At least, the kind Jericho possessed when he was young. He had to remember to call the fledgling and remind him that he could come to him for anything.

"There's more."

Chris sighed, eyes going to the doorway, "I'm sure it can wait."

Evan's dark eyes burned into him, "It's your Miz."

"What about him?"

"…Shawn's been watching him."

Chris couldn't stop the snarl that twisted his lips, whipping around and glaring at the smaller vampire. Fangs brushed his lip, eyes black as tar.

"What do you mean?" Chris growled "When was this? Has he made a move toward him?"

"Quiet" Evan hushed "My boys."

Chris lowered his voice, the humans had started to blink and rouse from their daze.

"I'm sorry" Chris whispered, the storm of night leaving his eyes to reveal their sapphire treasures "Thank you for telling me. I should go."

Evan nodded, all that they needed to exchange was over.

Chris left without a sound, his mind now agitated.

Evan waited a long moment, pondering what had just gone on and what he would have to do in the future. It seemed they'd have a fight on their hands, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He crawled over Brett, stroking himself to full hardness. The young human moaned around his lover's thick shaft, spreading his legs to allow him closer.

"That's my boy" Evan's eyes went black, his cock sliding into the snug hole it longed for "My pretty Precious…and my Codies…"

"Fuck me!" Brett groaned against the hard flesh in his mouth.

Evan couldn't deny him.

xXx

Chris slipped into bed with his boy, clothes having been shed on the floor. Miz snuffled, but he curled around his protector the moment he felt his cool skin against his own.

"He'll never have you" Chris whispered, dropping kisses in the soft highlighted hair he adored "You're mine. Forever."

Though he didn't know who he was talking about, the secretly awake human's lips curled in a smile.

/Yours. As long as you want me./