I did not mean to abandon this! But I had too many other stories going on, and then when I finally had the time to update this I couldn't find my notes, and I have (or at least had) a rather specific idea on where this is going. Not that I started the one shot with the intention of it being a story, but I am awful for that.

-YD-

Two weeks after Ingrid had told him she was pregnant, Vlad was twisting a little. She hadn't been back to 'their' room, though he left a bottle of B- on her coffin every few days. He was trying to give her space, Vlad knew she was terrified but he wanted to be a part of it, that baby could be his. Pacing around the basement, he saw 'the' door was open. Rather than walk in, he flitted back up to their attic quarters and dropped outside Ingrid's room. Knocking tentatively, his suspicions were confirmed when she shouted "what?" loudly. "It's me, can I come in?" The door clicked open, and Vlad stepped through, closing it behind him before he looked properly. Ingrid was stood in nothing but her underwear, hands cupped around her stomach. Blinking away the distraction, Vlad shook his head to clear it and forced himself to look at her face.

"Well? Did you come up here for something or just to ogle me?" "The door was open, I wanted to check it wasn't you in there before I went in. What are you doing?" Ingrid turned to look at him sideways, tracing a finger over her stomach. "Trying to see how obvious it is I'm starting to show. Not having a reflection is a hindrance at times. Wait, you think he's back?" Transfixed by the minute curve between her hips, Vlad had to fight to remember what she had said. "Unless dad is in there. And since he's away at that Hunt Ball in Transylvania, I highly doubt it." His eyes were still on her stomach, fingers itching to trace that tiny swell. "Is it obvious?" "No, I just know to look. Can I?" Ingrid looked at him strangely, then dropped her hands and nodded. Stepping closer to her, Vlad placed a hesitant hand on her stomach, feeling the slight swell beneath his fingertips and tracing up to cup her abdomen.

Ingrid shivered at the touch, eyes burning into his when he finally tore his gaze from her stomach. "You coming?" The spell broke as Ingrid moved back, his hand falling from her skin as she picked up her clothes and dressed. "Let's go." They flitted down to the doorway, standing either side before realising it was ridiculous - they had done this before. Sure enough, Malik was there. "Thought you were gone for good. Did Erin notice you were walking funny?" Vlad hadn't been gentle the last time, and Malik was hobbling a little afterwards. "No. She's gone." "To the dust pile?" "No?" "Mmm, shame." Shaking his head slightly at Ingrid, Vlad indicated the glasses and got a nod. Pouring three, he handed one to Ingrid, then Malik and sipped at his own. "What are you waiting for, an itinary? You know the score by now." By which he meant Malik knew he was never the one in charge, so he should know his place by now.

The prodigal brother downed his glass and stripped off quickly, always careful to lay his jacket over the chair but the rest of his clothes hit the floor. Looking to Ingrid for a cue of whether she wanted this round or not, he got the smirk she always used as the dominant one and dropped his eyes. Fumbling slightly in his excitement, Vlad made short work of his own clothes and waited for Ingrid. The slide of her nails on his scalp made him whimper, the rough tug as she yanked his head back by his hair made him groan and Ingrid biting down on his throat made Vlad's knees buckle. Malik watched on as Ingrid bent down to whisper in his ear, checking he was ok with it. Nodding up at her, Vlad had never done this before but he was curious, willing and eager to do what Ingrid wanted. Even Malik looked a little surprised at Ingrid's request, but there was no doubt he wanted it as Vlad closed his eyes, widening his knees a little for comfort.

There was a flicker of uncertainty as he felt Malik's cock press between his lips, but Ingrid's fingers gripped his hair in a silent command and Vlad submitted, letting his mouth fall open and stretch around the thick erection. He felt his own cock rise as Malik thrusted, sliding neatly to the back of his throat over and over until Vlad was gasping, breathless with a bizarre pleasure at being used this way. Malik backed off suddenly, and Vlad couldn't help panting and leaning forward a little. "I don't think he even heard us." Swiping the saliva that had leaked over now-swollen lips, Vlad looked up at them both. A thrill at Ingrid still being clothed confused him, like a layer of service that he was naked and waiting for command. Vlad knew better than to speak out of turn, waiting for her to tell him what came next.

"He's been good, let him finish." Vlad didn't have chance to even think before Malik was back in his mouth, his thrusts jerky and uneven as he neared climax. The flavour of precum swept over his tongue, and Vlad expected it surprised them all as he spilled, coming over the floor as Malik grunted and spurted down his throat. "Blood and garlic Vlad, you really are a good little submissive." Trembling as Malik pulled out of his mouth, Vlad felt thoroughly debauched. And there was no way they were done yet. He heard Malik hit the bed, then Ingrid pulled him up onto shaky legs and kissed him roughly, tongue tasting the flavour of Malik in his mouth.

Vlad's eyes fell to her clothes, hands eager to strip her but he needed her say so. It didn't take long to happen, Ingrid pulling his hands to the buttons of her shirt. It was a struggle not to touch her stomach again, not wanting to give away anything to Malik as he tugged her bra off and mouthed over her neck. Her breathy sounds of pleasure already had him growing hard again, erection pressing against her hip as he pushed her tight jeans down and nipped over the scar he had left on her throat. "Get him hard while I loosen you up" had Vlad shaking with want as he climbed on the bed on all fours. Ingrid squeezed at his ass, drawing a gasp from him as he grasped Malik's half-hard cock and stroked roughly. Their brother thrust into Vlad's grip, filling out again in his palm as Ingrid's fingers pressed inside him and teased at his prostate, stretching him open until he was writhing and pushing back.

Ingrid handed him the lube to slick Malik's erection up, then turned him to face her as Malik guided himself into Vlad's loosened hole. Rough hands held his hips as he quaked, the feeling of a cock inside him still fairly new even if Ingrid loved to push him over the edge with her fingers in his ass. Ingrid's fingers wrapped around his waning erection, tempting him back to full hardness with a devilish smirk until he was fighting to stay still. It was lucky he had already come once, as Vlad thought he may have came on the spot as Ingrid pushed him to lie back against Malik, grabbing his cock and he felt her wet heat surround him as she slid down his length. "Fu-uuu-uck!" was the extent of his ability to vocalize how he felt, trembling between his siblings and the dual sensation. "That is the idea baby brother." Unsure how they managed it, Malik and Ingrid synchronised their motions, Ingrid rising up as Malik thrusted deeper, then Ingrid dropping down against him hard as Malik pulled out a little. Close as they were, it was more like rutting than thrusting but Vlad couldn't deny it worked as they rocked above and below him.

Given that he had the visual of Ingrid riding him as well as his cock buried inside Vlad, Malik coming first wasn't that surprising as Vlad felt him spill inside him, hot and sticky and far more arousing than it had any right to be. Feeling his own orgasm near, Vlad reached to rub Ingrid's clit and used his other hand to grip her hip, gratified when she fluttered and squeezed at his cock as she came. Giving in to his own pleasure now, Vlad groaned as white light filled his vision, whole body tensing and relaxing with exquisite sensations. Malik had started to soften, making it easier to disentangle their bodies as Ingrid lifted herself off Vlad and he rolled over. "Before we kick you out, what did you mean when you said Erin had gone?" Vlad stretched, rubbing at his lower back to ease the tension there. Malik pushed himself off the bed, pulling on his trousers before he answered. "She ditched me for some French biter who looks just like you. Quite creepy actually, even by my standards."

Pulling his boxers back on to feel a little less exposed with come trickling out of him, Vlad did think that was creepy too. "And you came here? Aww, how pathetic." "You weren't complaining when you had a sex toy to use on him." Ingrid and Malik stared at each other for a moment, Ingrid's ease with her own body meant she wasn't the slightest bit unsettled to be standing there naked as Malik pulled his shirt and jacket on. "Off you go then, before dad comes back and wonders what was going on." Malik nodded stiffly, then disappeared and Vlad waited until he felt the other vampires energy leave the building before he closed the door and hit the bed, stretching his stiff back out. "Shame he's a traitorous psychopath, the sex is quite good." Ingrid rolled her eyes and handed him his goblet to finish, eyeing the splattered fluid on the floor where Vlad had spilled from the sensation of having his throat fucked. "Come on, you know its true. I don't think you've ever come as hard, or twice so close together, as you did when we both fucked you."

Ingrid inclined her head in agreement, but that was as much as she would give away. Downing the last of his blood, Vlad traced a finger over the curve between Ingrid's hips before pulling away. "He's going to notice at some point if he comes back in the next six months. And since Erin dumped him, I expect he will do." "You could always stake him and find a new playmate." Vlad chuckled as he pulled on his jeans, picking up his shirt. "Seeking kinky switch to bed the chosen one. And on occasion, his sister. I'll just put an ad in the vampire times shall I?" Ingrid was still nude, staring at her stomach to see if it was more obvious from certain angles. "Idiot. Unless you have some idea of how to force Malik's compliance permanently without dad dusting all of us?" Pretending to think about it, Vlad shrugged. "Hypnosis does take the edge off the fun. I don't know, maybe we should ash his mother. Then he has nobody but us. It's all speculation anyway, if the baby turns out to be mine I wouldn't put them at risk by having him anywhere near them. Good sex aside, he's a threat."

She nodded at his words, and Vlad abandoned his shirt in favour of climbing over Ingrid to kiss her, now she was pliant and wanting he could take his time exploring her body with his mouth. Nipping at her throat, Ingrid arched and gripped his hair, whimpering softly as he sucked on her collarbone and scratched lightly down her sides. Removing his jeans suddenly seemed too much time, both of them fumbling with his button and zipper to release his renewed erection and Ingrid lifted her hips in invitation. It wasn't as gentle as their usual post-Malik encounters usually were, Ingrid's fangs rough on his lip until the skin split and his thrusts hard and fast as she clung to his shoulders. Her nails tore the surface of his back, her body arching as she came beneath him. Sharing one last brush of their mouths together before he pulled himself away, Vlad wiped the sticky blood from his lip. "You, Ingrid Dracula, are a dangerous addiction." And it was one Vlad wasn't sure he could to be up.

-YD-

I promised more Malik!