The plan is no smut this chapter, but no promises because you know, Vlad and Ingrid. They just write themselves really.

-YD-

Their mornings were messy, frantic groping and muffled sounds, their nights long, rough and hot. Ingrid drove him wild in every single way, and Vlad was still waiting to wake up from the dream.

Her transformation wasn't far off, and it was starting to show - her eyes would flash red, and he could barely keep her off his neck at any given time. Then there was the flaming things, and the utterly bizarre experience of waking up to Ingrid hanging upside down from the bed canopy. Particularly when she was immune to gravity like any true vampire, until Vlad tentatively woke her and she fell on top of him, squealing in shock.

She broke things at random, glasses across the room shattering when Ingrid glared, and one of the door handles came clean off in her hand when Vlad had irritated her by breathing too loud (which was only acceptable during or right after sex). And she broke Vlad's skin more often than not when she bit him now. If he wasn't really into it, it would probably be an issue.

The last obvious sign was the pheromones. Vampires emitted them almost constantly, though the scent would disappear under filth and squalor if they didn't take care of themselves. So every male who got within ten feet of Ingrid (minus Renfield and Wolfie, thankfully) would stare rapturously as she passed. Vlad wasn't immune either, but he had some resistance as a vampire himself - they weren't aimed at him, their purpose was to help attract prey. That didn't stop him finding himself drawn in by the scent of... it wasn't exactly that, but Vlad would describe it as sort of fruity, like blueberries, sweet and appealing if he were asked.

He was fairly secure in the... thing with Ingrid, so he wasn't really jealous watching guys more determined than ever to get near her, but it did grate on his nerves a little that touching her was a bad idea at school, especially during the periodic spikes of scent when Ingrid's easily-raised temper flared.

"Is it me, or is Ingrid hotter than ever?"

"Definitely mate. Can't believe she's leaving for Romania again soon, and I didn't even get a snog."

"Me either!"

"I could have if the Branagh idiots weren't in the way."

Vlad highly doubted any of them would get within more than three feet of Ingrid unless they were her chosen snacks post-transformation - they needed to talk about that, Ingrid would not enjoy the prospect of not hunting, but Vlad was still uncomfortable at the thought of hunting humans, and they couldn't afford to draw attention to Stokely after dodging the slayers guild before.

Trying not to get lost in memories of Ingrid's soft, welcoming mouth, Vlad chugged at his water bottle to alleviate his dry mouth, watching his friends drool as one over his sister. They had no idea Vlad was the one who had taken her virginity, who spent every night buried inside her like no brother should be. Feeling his cock start to harden, he fought away the memories again before anyone noticed and shifted his bag to his lap, just in case.

Jared had been quiet and awkward for days, until it became clear Vlad hadn't 'outed' him or treated him any different, which had slowly relaxed the Welsh boy.

"Are you not leaving when she does?"

"Nah. She's going to live with our grandparents, because she's come of age and needs 'refining'. Like, for marriage" this was the cover story they had agreed on, meaning the school would be less likely to interfere because of 'eccentric family values' "and I'm too young. They might decide to pull me out when I turn sixteen, or maybe earlier but I don't know for sure."

Jared cringed, likely at the prospect of being married so young but he could see the 'don't ask' in Vlad's face, which was lucky because he wouldn't know how to elaborate further. Jared seemed less affected by the pheremones, not completely resistant but he could continue conversations when Ingrid was around, even if his eyes drifted to her at times.

The idea someone found him more appealing than Ingrid was a strange one, especially when she was now pouring vampiric appeal constantly, both biologically and just because she was Ingrid.

They exchanged confused looks at the others sandwiches - Vlad had spinach, but he had to say the colour of the bread was artificially added, a strange Romanian custom to explain its greenish hue, but Jared had... chocolate on his?

"What is that?"

"Nutella. Chocolate spread. How have you lived here for a year and not tried this?"

The time frame brought a slamming realisation to Vlad - it had been almost a year since his father had been killed. Swallowing back the sudden flood of emotions because he was not about to cry on the playground, Vlad shrugged.

"My parents tried to keep our diet traditional even if we moved country. The only thing I really eat on a regular basis is pizza, but that's not at home because my mum would kill me. Why would you put chocolate on a sandwich?"

"Are you allergic to nuts?"

The question was odd, but Vlad shook his head. Jared pulled off part of his sandwich and offered it to Vlad, actually laughing at his perplexed expression.

"Just eat it you egg."

Vlad put the bread in his mouth, almost afraid to chew because the two should not go together, surely? When he did, the thick chocolate flavour with just enough hazelnut to stop it being too sweet for the bread spread over his tongue, and he hadn't realised he was making happy sounds until he saw the faint flush of Jared's cheeks.

"I want what he's having!"

Jared took the distraction happily, especially when everyone was too busy laughing about the fact Vlad hadn't tried 'nutella' before to notice him eyeing Vlad intently.

Ingrid caught his eye, and Vlad suspected he was going to be late to his next class as he tossed the last of his spinach abomination, then told his friends he had to go talk to Ingrid.

"Put in a good word for me!"

Rolling his eyes at Wilkins, Vlad followed Ingrid into the building, the near-empty halls of lunchtime giving them the chance to slip into the art supply room unnoticed. The door was barely closed behind them before Ingrid was kissing him, moaning obscenely against his mouth and pulling back in confusion.

"What have you been eating?"

"Apparently, they make chocolate to put on sandwiches. It's called Nutella, that's what my friends were laughing at, that I hadn't tried it before. Its easy to forget we're foreigners I guess."

It was obvious almost instantly that this bizarre substance was on Vlad's to-do list - even if she didn't hate humans, Vlad wouldn't put it past Ingrid to accidentally set fire to something if she were left to go to any sort of store that didn't stock make up or a lot of black clothing. She kissed him again, plundering his mouth for the chocolate flavour there and sliding a hand under his school uniform to scratch at his back. She was just moving to bite at his collarbone when the door rattled behind Vlad, and it was clear they were about to be interrupted.

Offering Ingrid a wink as she scowled at the door, he meandered over to where some of his classes artwork was currently being stored - it was worked on over multiple classes - and Ingrid hid behind the door, slipping out when the art teacher came in and offering Vlad heated looks over the mans shoulder before she left.

"Count, right?"

"Yes sir, I was just looking for my work. I wanted to fix something on it, or else it will bug me all evening."

"Right. Well, it's in my classroom, not here. Why was the door stuck?"

Vlad shrugged, as though he had no idea rather than knowing it was because Ingrid had him pinned against it at the time. He followed Mr Perkins to the other art room, pretending to intently fix part of his work whilst willing away the erection Ingrid had left him with.

"Thanks sir, I better head to my next class."

"Off with you then Count."

He left quickly, grumbling to himself about he and Ingrid being stopped, and it would probably be suspect to his friends if Vlad missed next class to pick up where they left off, when they saw him leave with Ingrid at lunch. It didn't help at all to hear the crude comments about them wishing they could 'talk' with Ingrid, because he was trying not to think of what he could've been doing.

The 'nutella' proved easy to source from the newsagents Vlad frequented for snack food nearest the castle, and horrendously sticky to wash off when Ingrid was done smearing it over his skin and dragging her tongue to lick it off. He wasn't sure she really needed an added reason to attach her mouth to his neck, but then there was chocolate melting down his cock and Vlad half-contemplated kissing Jared for introducing him to this magical substance as Ingrid sucked him harder.

Even after he had showered, Vlad could still smell chocolate and found himself sure he wouldn't ever stop being aroused by the scent and the memories it engineered. Ingrid pressed her face back in the base of his neck when he got back, inhaling deeply and nipping at the already bruised skin. It wasn't a hardship, but it did confuse him slightly - as far as he knew, he shouldn't smell appetizing to her but Ingrid couldn't get enough of that spot.

It must be instinct more than scent, her body automatically attracted to that spot and he was the most available target for it. Either way, it didn't matter hugely to Vlad, because he loved it when she bit him, and he found the pale arch of her throat appealing too. Though that could just be because she was Ingrid, and her entire self was art brought to unlife, her body a higher calibre than marble statues designed to immortalise beauty.

"Does this address seem familiar to you? I can't place it but I'm sure I know it."

She held out the phone her babysitters agency had given her - Ingrid hated it but only needed to receive the messages telling her where to go - and Vlad recognised it immediately.

"Yep. Thats the Branaghs house. Do you want me to come with you? Since you can handle the Branagh boys just by being there, the amount of pheromones pouring off you is immense. And Chloe isn't exactly a troublemaker."

Ingrid looked confused, sniffing at her arm for a minute as though they could detect their own attraction scent.

"I didn't realise I was already doing that."

"Yeah, a few days now. Haven't you noticed your rabid fan club are a little more obsessive than usual? It's literally all I hear about from my friends, that you've suddenly gotten even hotter."

Vlad leaned in, inhaling at her skin and shuddering as the desire washed over him, humming as he savoured Ingrid's automatic responsiveness to his mouth touching her throat.

"People are always worshipping the ground I glide on, am I supposed to" Ingrid gasped lightly as Vlad teethed at his favourite spot on her neck "notice them worshipping me more?"

"We're getting off topic" Vlad didn't move away, pressing close against Ingrid again and mouthing down her neck even as he said it "do you want me to come with you?"

His hands were under her shirt, hers in his hair and his mouth meeting hers before she remembered they were supposed to be leaving the castle.

"Right now I want you to fuck me, but we don't have time."

Her blunt language only heated him further, lust coursing through his body as they pulled apart panting. Ingrid's scent was even more potent when she was aroused, though he didn't know if that was because she literally got hotter, or because it had the secondary affect of attracting mates. He wouldn't know until after she transformed, he supposed, but he didn't mind waiting.

"Lucifer have mercy, you smell fucking amazing Ingrid."

He drew in another breath saturated with her, then climbed off the bed before they both gave in and ended up late to the Branaghs. Ingrid fixed her hair and makeup, covering the faint marks on her neck while Vlad slathered on the thick coat of concealer needed to mask his own ravaged skin, the cold, ticklish feeling just enough to take the edge off his desperate want to press Ingrid back into the bed.

He fed Wolfie while Ingrid was finishing getting ready - bats only knew what that meant - and then they were off to the Branagh home, surreal in itself after it had been so long. He spoke to the Branagh twins scarcely, and only about rugby, and Chloe still avoided them like the plague. Robin still glared at him from time to time, but mostly kept to himself now Vlad had talked most of the boys out of picking on him - it was pathetic if nothing else, Robin never fought back and just took it silently.

Mr and Mrs Branagh looked perplexed to find Vlad and Ingrid on their doorstep, and Ingrid smirked quietly when the adults went on about 'requesting the best' at the agency.

"Yeah, Ingrid's popular there. I didn't like the idea of her walking into strangers houses alone all the time, and now it's just habit to go with her."

The twins were away at some sports programme thing to do with when they finished school that year, and the Branagh adults were off to a wedding or rehearsal, Vlad stopped listening and waited for them to be left alone again.

Robin loitered silently, glowering in a corner until they were done eating. Ingrid hypnotised him anyway, where the younger Branagh didn't see, and Chloe had an earlier bedtime so she went up soon after. The door between the stairs and the living room closed, curtains drawn and TV on for sound cover, Ingrid lay on the sofa and pulled Vlad on top of her, kissing him hard and deep until they were gasping. This was doubly risky really, because one of the houses occupants wasn't hypnotized.

That didn't stop them getting hot and heavy, kissing and groping and grinding until Vlad was in danger of soiling his pants, and Ingrid's pheromones were thick on the air as they heard a car door slam outside. Normally they didn't cut it so close, but he had felt the added thrill Ingrid had about fooling around in the Branagh home.

Hoping the darkness covered their cheeks, flushed with arousal, and Vlad's achingly hard cock, Ingrid got her money and they left before Mr Branagh could talk them in to a lift home, because they were both close to cracking and knew they wouldn't be able to hide the not-so-family-friendly looks.

Ingrid sent him ahead for a change, whispering in his ear outside the castle he had better have cleaned the concealer from his neck by the time she was done feeding Wolfie. Stripping down to his boxers, Vlad wiped off the make-up on his neck, picking out the finger-shaped bruises amongst the bite marks, so plentiful they overlapped in multiple places now. Smirking to himself as he got back to their bedroom, he dipped a finger in the chocolate jar and wiped a stripe of it over his neck.

It proved an excellent idea, because Ingrid didn't even get to undressing before she latched onto his throat, sucking like she was transformed and it was blood, not chocolate until Vlad was already a writhing mess. Dizzy with the sweet scent on the air, Vlad tugged at her shirt in a decidedly unsubtle hint until Ingrid growled, biting him before she pulled back.

They had fucked before, but after getting stopped at lunch, barely taking the edge off when they got home that day and spending most of the next few hours on increasingly intense foreplay - after they were already ready to go again before they left - they were edging feral as Ingrid's clothes came away piece by piece.

"You have got to stop wearing so many layers, its just cruel."

He knew Ingrid's tights were part of her ensemble, and colour coded to the rest of each outfit, and they suited her slim legs beautifully, but when it came to stripping her they were his mortal enemy. Eventually pulling them off, Ingrid's underwear went the same way and she growled again, kissing him roughly and shoving his boxers off.

He all but sobbed into her neck as he finally slid inside her, Ingrid's body hot and wet and welcoming him as she keened, already clawing at his back and whining for him to move the second his hips came flush to hers. Ingrid grew frustrated with his pace quickly, pushing her hips in sync and urging him harder, faster until she just shoved him off her completely.

He barely registered the sudden loss before she was pinning him on his back, and he got the message quick enough to hold his cock in place, eyes rolling back in his head as Ingrid sank down his erection. Holy fuuuck, Ingrid felt even tighter, hotter around him like this. Her nails scraped over his chest, and Vlad realised he might be inside her, but he was the one getting thoroughly fucked right now as Ingrid lifted and dropped her hips hard.

The sounds she made were criminal as she bit her lip, slamming down against his hips and the bed creaked ominously as she went faster still, one hand braced on his chest and the other pressing against his throat. He tried to thrust with her, but Ingrid was on some kind of hell-bent mission to turn him into nothing but nerves and need.

"Gonna come."

He had never been so happy to hear Ingrid whimper that, because Vlad was barely hanging on as it was but determined to hold out until Ingrid came first, particularly as she was putting the real effort in and Vlad was just there for the ride. He caught her eyes flashing black, then she was clenching so hard around him Vlad thought he might suffocate because he couldn't breathe, and biting down on his neck as she quaked and came, pushing Vlad to heights of pleasure somewhere in the orbit of space.

It was several moments before either of them could even resemble breathing normally, let alone move. Sweaty, sticky, bleeding and bruised, Vlad could only lay limp on the bed as Ingrid let him soften inside her before she moved off him, still a little shaky as she lay next to him.

He rolled to his side to breathe in her scent again, sex and sweetness and Ingrid, slaking a need deep inside him as he buried his face in her neck until she pushed him away, but only to check his bleeding.

"Is it bad?"

"Looks painful."

"Felt fucking amazing."

"Boys. One track mind."

"You're Ingrid Dracula and dripping pheromones, what do you expect?"

Ingrid rolled her eyes, swiping an antiseptic wipe over his neck to clean it and ignoring his faint hiss of pain - he knew it was the right thing to do but it stung. When she tossed it aside, they lazily crawled beneath the covers and Ingrid drifted off in his arms like every other night. Vlad was exhausted, but sleep didn't find him easily.

The rough fuck was still felt by them both in the morning, foregoing their usual morning fumble for the most part, though after they had both cleaned their teeth and pulled on clothes Vlad indulged in kissing her for a few minutes before he dragged himself out on his paper round.

When he investigated the damage to his neck whilst covering the bruises, the one from Ingrid coming the previous night was especially proud, overlapping three or four other ones and he could pick out each detail of her teeth in it, careful not to irritate the spots his skin had broken.

In all honesty, he didn't want to cover them at all, but he wanted to explain where they came from even less. He had gotten pretty good at covering them, delicate work when they were fresh and fiddly work when they were everywhere and he had to 'blend' it to ensure it matched the surrounding skin.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Hate having to cover up. I like admiring your handiwork too much."

Ingrid smirked, eyes alight with the possessive nature he loved feeling her bruise into his skin as she watched him cover his neck. Wolfie beamed at the sight of them coming downstairs, able to pull himself into a sitting position already and so he was often sat up waiting for them.

"Vad! Ingrid!"

He still refused to add the 'l' sound to Vlad, but he occasionally babbled sounds that were almost other words now, so maybe he was on his way to learning to talk properly as he only had their names at the moment. He giggled whenever he saw them kiss or stand too close together, and Vlad reckoned they should perhaps cut back on that in front of him, lest their little brothers next word be 'kiss' and he could out them. Though at this rate it would only be to Renfield, and he could be hypnotised easily.

Vlad watched Ingrid pay closer attention today, looking for the effect she was having on the breather boys. He mentioned in passing to Jared that he had gone out and bought some Nutella, but didn't mention it had never gotten near the kitchen, being used as a sexual aid and little else.

Ingrid seemed to take Vlad's heat-of-the-moment plea to heart, ditching the tights a couple of days later and he wasn't sure it was any less cruel, seeing the pale skin taunt him and knowing everyone else could see where Vlad would happily move in permanently - between her slender thighs. Though nobody had seen Ingrid the way he had, naked and hot and needy, arching and moaning as she came. Nobody else had claimed her with bruises across her neck, or knew the spot at the base of her ribcage that won the most beautiful sounds from her.

Knowing he needed to distract himself - difficult when his friends intentionally hung out wherever they could keep an eye on Ingrid, so the milk-white skin and long legs were never far from view - before he was blatantly popping a boner, Vlad turned around and rubbed his eyes in confusion before poking Jared and Walker - they were closest.

"Am I seeing things?"

"Fuck me, is that Branagh playing football? Paul didn't mention we should be looking out for that."

"That's just wrong. Nobody should be able to play that well in those boots. Who knows, maybe he'll get on the team and normality will slowly get him. Unlike you Vladdo, if anything goth is slowly creeping up on you. Mind you, with Ingrid for a sister I guess it runs in the family."

Jared had a point - Vlad always wore black jeans after rugby, and he had gone to the valentines disco in darker clothes than he had even owned (minus his vampire clothes) a year previously.

"Better than the sweatervests and orange shorts surely? Why was I ever allowed out?"

Now he didn't have his father trying to enforce vampirism on his every waking moment, and Vlad got to do actual, normal things like play rugby and ride a bike, he didn't feel the need to rebel against it constantly. He was going to turn into a vampire, and apparently a special one. Plus, he knew Ingrid approved of his new wardrobe. So it wasn't so bad anymore.

"Yeah. Man, you used to be such a dweeb. Glad you saw reason."

Shoving at Jared's arm and taking the proferred bag of grapes, they turned away from watching Robin Branagh play football and he realised Ingrid wasn't there anymore.

Checking the time, Vlad mumbled something about needing the loo before class and left his friends. Ingrid wasn't in the hallways, so he headed to 'their' classroom, checking nobody else was around before he reached for the doorknob. A sound reached his ears, one he would know anywhere - Ingrid's heady moans were music to his ears. Except he wasn't in there with her, so who was?

Unsure he really wanted to find out, Vlad steeled his nerve and pushed open the door. He recognised the breather touching Ingrid immediately - Will, from the valentines disco and only the fact he was literally inside Ingrid stopped Vlad from killing the breather where he stood. Jealousy and anger spiked hot and hard, and several glass jars smashed, the window cracked and something caught fire, but Vlad didn't stay long enough to find out what, or if he had been seen by either of them as he bolted.

He did slam the door closed as he ran, so they would know they had been seen. Clutching a sink as his legs wobbled and his stomach twisted, Vlad didn't know what to do. Months, months of this secret thing between them now and he was now getting a stark reminder that Ingrid didn't care about him. He felt used, and stupid for ever kidding himself.

The ceramic cracked beneath his finger tips, every memory he had with Ingrid growing dark and tainted. When he looked in the mirror, arms shaking as he fought for control, Vlad recoiled from his reflection as he saw the black eyes. Closing them and shaking his head, they faded when he looked again, a faint red flash making itself known and Vlad was now very scared, and aware he was now very alone in this - he couldn't go to Ingrid.

His hands were bleeding, shards of white cutting his palms open. Trying not to bleed on the taps, Vlad rinsed the blood and sink bits off, clenching tissue in his fists to try and staunch the blood flow. Wiping off the angry tears he was denying had fallen, the bell for end of lunch had gone long ago but he didn't want to stay in this room forever. His hands had stopped bleeding, but he still felt bad enough that the school nurse let him lie down in her office for the duration of that class.

He had to refuse her offer to 'call home' for him, because Renfield coming to get him in the hearse would help absolutely nothing. She kicked him out five minutes before end of school bell - to give him a head start over the other students, likely imagining him being contagious and some mystery illness sweeping through the school.

He walked towards the rugby pitch slowly, but found himself pinned to an alcove wall, knowing before he looked it was Ingrid. He felt his body try to shrink inwards on itself, possibly the first time ever he wanted to get away from her. Ingrid didn't explain herself, just surveying him coolly and he was sure she knew he was the one who had caught them.

"I have rugby. Either say something or go."

Surprise flashed over her face, gone before it could show properly but Vlad knew her face by now, had kissed and come into that mouth more times than he could count. The scent of pheremones on the air would normally had turned him on, but now it almost made him feel sick. Especially when he realised he could smell breather male on her too, forcing the image of them together back to the forefront of his mind.

"We can't have this conversation here."

"We don't have to have any conversation. I saw you. This was fun while it lasted, bla bla bla. Get off me."

He shrugged her off anyway, quickening his step until he was safely in the boys changing room - even angry Ingrid wanting answers would not follow him there. He changed before the others got there, hating the fact his body was covered in marks from Ingrid as recently as the night before, several still fresh and raw, angry scratches down his chest.

Rugby was no distraction, but it was an outlet and his anger saw more than one of the bigger boys on the team hitting the ground hard under Vlad's ire.

"Good work today Count, but save the real bloodlust for the opposing teams!"

Nodding at the coach, Vlad sat down on the bench in the changing room, pretending to struggle with a stubborn knot in his shoelace until the other boys were leaving.

"Vlad? Are you alright?"

Jared was looking at him strangely, and Vlad realised by the blotchy wet dots on his hands that he was crying again. Fingers shaking, he gave up and kicked off his rugby trainers, peeling off the rugby socks and turning towards the showers before he changed his mind. He was angry and upset and Jared was there, not resisting when Vlad kissed him. It still felt a little off, but Vlad just wanted to feel... wanted again.

"I thought you weren't..."

"I'm not. I don't know. You can leave if you want."

He could hear Jared's heart pound, finding himself backed up to the tiled divider of a shower cubicle. Less surprised this time around, he could taste the inexperience on Jared's mouth but it was a heady feeling knowing someone wanted him, and not just that, wanted him over Ingrid. A hand reached for the hem of his rugby top, and Vlad panicked.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"No. Its just... you might freak if you see me topless."

There was a moment of silence, and then Jared stripped off his own shirt first before reaching for Vlad's, and his shock was palpable as he saw Vlad's bitten, bruised and scratched up torso.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Would you believe me if I said I liked it?"

He wavered for a minute, then pressed back against Vlad. Some of this was familiar, leaning up to a taller, stronger partner but Jared was firm, lean and muscular unlike Ingrid, who was soft and slim and curved. As he kissed him again, Vlad felt something dig into his stomach, then flushed as he realised it was a sure sign Jared wanted him.

"I haven't... with a guy before."

"I figured. Don't worry, I'm not gonna violate you in a school changing room."

Something between fear and a lazy shiver of warmth rolled through Vlad, and he felt his cock twitch a little, catching up to Jared slowly as he let the older boy grip at him, squeezing at his back and sides.

"I still need to shower."

The other boy backed up, and he seemed as surprised as Vlad felt when he grabbed his wrist, pulling him back in close. Shorts hit the floor next, both clearly nervous as they were left in boxers while Vlad fumbled for the dial to turn on the shower behind him. He should stop this, he was taking advantage of the knowledge this boy liked him to get back at Ingrid. He was using him. But Vlad just wanted an outlet, a moment where he wasn't some idiot who had let himself get attached to someone he never should have.

Letting that thought lead, he pushed at Jared's waistband, telling himself it couldn't be much different to touching himself as he wrapped a hand around the erection touching him. It was weird, and felt thick and hot against his hand but Jared groaned, thrusting against his hand and Vlad found a thrill in the knowledge that was because of him.

Still aware he was sweaty and dirty, Vlad backed into the shower, surrounded by heat as the water steamed up and Jared gripped him, nudging boxers off and he felt a jolt of shyness, but then a hot, rough hand was gripping him and Vlad stopped caring. He was confused when Jared cupped his ass, lifting him and Vlad clung on for stability.

"Wrap your legs around me, it'll be easier."

Knowing he could always overpower the other if he had to, Vlad did as he was asked and found himself pinned to the tiles. It wasn't like being with Ingrid, but Jared was hot against him and the water added to that, leaving Vlad a little light headed as Jared thrust against him, grinding their erections against each other and Vlad trembled - that felt surprisingly good. Very very good.

Being held up one handed made him feel small, but then he was thrusting and wrapping a hand around them both and it stopped mattering, letting the heat and slide and submission take him away from all his problems, clutching at anything for purchase until hot liquid splashed over his cock and stomach, feeling his own climax spill out of him seconds later. Wriggling to get down soon after because the tiled wall was hurting his back, and without the distraction it was uncomfortable.

"Bloody hell Vlad. Doesn't that hurt?"

He realised the hazel eyes were locked on his neck, and that the mud and makeup hiding the bruises would have washed or melted off by now.

"Yeah, but I like it that way. I actually need to wash before the water gets cold."

He tried not to let any negative feelings leak into his tone, fumbling for his shower gel and scrubbing at his skin quickly. Jared followed suit, probably noticing the ravaging marks along his back too - they were far worse than his front, where Ingrid clawed at him through her climax or tore him up just for fun.

"Are we... I don't know. What was that about?"

Shrugging into his clothes before someone came to clean the bathroom and found them both naked with Vlad's torso on display, he wasn't sure what to say. Because he couldn't tell the truth.

"I don't know. I need to... think? It was... I liked it. I just don't know if that was a gay thing or a someones touching me and I'm thirteen thing. Sorry."

"I get it. Still friends?"

A little overwhelmed at his friends acceptance, Vlad nodded and tossed his sodden boxers in the waste bin, because nothing that had been on that shower floor should ever be worn again. Jared laughed when Vlad explained, then checked his watch.

"My dad must be doing his nut, I gotta go. See you tomorrow?"

Vlad nodded absently, shouldering his backpack and heading for the gate to start walking home. His hair was damp, cold water trickling down the back of his neck. It had been long enough most people were already home, his leisurely stroll to the castle making dread grow with each step. Ingrid was with Wolfie when he got back, but he couldn't look at her without the bad feelings rising again and he went straight for the stairs to the tower, separating his laundry then sitting on -his bed- to stare blankly out of the window.

"What you saw"

Vlad didn't want to hear it, a semblance of betrayal curling like an iron fist around his insides.

"What I saw was you with a breather, the same one you almost kissed at the Valentines thing. What was I, a test run for him? I could buy you biting him, or even kissing him so he would let you. But don't even try to say you fucked him for any reason other than because you wanted to."

A couple of things rattled and Vlad fought to master his anger before he broke something, or accidentally woke his mother or something equally bad.

"You're right. I did. I become a vampire in under three weeks, I was curious. Why are you acting like I... like we're a couple?"

Incredulous, Vlad tugged his shirt off and spread his arms out, displaying the marks on his skin.

"Seriously? You're possessive and mark me constantly, but when I want to know why you were having sex with him at school, I'm the one acting like we were... something. It's not even that... You could have told me beforehand and I would have dealt. Seeing you, then you cornering me while I could still smell him all over you..."

He shuddered, looking at his cut up hands to remind him not to lose his temper again and swallowing nausea. Ingrid didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and he was actually thankful she wasn't invading his space for once, because he didn't want to feel sick at her touch again like he had earlier.

Yanking his thick hoodie back over his head and stepping into warm slippers, he went past her and stayed downstairs with Wolfie, bathing and feeding and playing with the little boy because Ingrid couldn't make him talk about them with other people around.

"Sad Vad."

Wolfie's little face scrunched up as he prodded Vlad's cheek, continuing to do it until Vlad forced a smile, which his brother returned. They were sat in the utility room, where the washing machine and blood-bottle washer were kept, Wolfie's playpen reassembled in here now he was sitting up, in case he got to standing up and reached for dangerous things in the kitchen. Plus his mother never, ever entered this room, so it was safe from flaming for the baby's toys.

Wolfie dozed off against Vlad's chest, Mr Cuddles clutched in one chubby fist and the other wedged in his mouth, still occasionally gnawing at his own hand though his teeth were nearly done coming through. Vlad knew he wouldn't sleep, because he was too used to sleeping next to Ingrid and that wasn't an option now. He dozed fitfully out of boredom mostly, but he woke to Ingrid stood looking at him oddly. When he looked down, he saw that there was a stream of moonlight on his chest, and in place of their little brother, there was a puppy.

She didn't look to have slept any better than him, but Vlad put that down to the lack of sex tiring her out that they had both gotten used to. He obviously wasn't good enough for her, nor did he deserve basic honesty apparently, so his guilt over the matter was limited. Once the sleep-deprived haze lifted somewhat, Vlad wasn't that surprised by the idea Wolfie had turned into something under the moonlight.

Standing carefully, he placed dog-Wolfie in his crib, placing Mr Cuddles next to the puppy regardless and stretching the kinks out of his stiff back. They didn't exchange a single word, and Ingrid didn't follow him when he went to brush his teeth - she had come down presumably to tell him his alarm had gone off when he checked the time.

Normally leaving the option open for them to fool around meant not covering his neck until after he got back from his round, but that didn't matter now and he really, really didn't want reminding of her right now.

Stumbling out into the early dawn, sun not yet more than beginning to tint the clouds before it rose properly, Vlad sighed to himself as he pulled out his bicycle and saddled up. He really wasn't sure where they would go from here. Nothing could change what they had done, and nobody was ever going to change the fact he had lost his virginity to his sister, that he had taken hers too. Feeling the rubber of his handlebars rub at his sore palms, Vlad wiped a stray tear away and got on with his job. Normality was all he had now.

-YD-

I lied, there was smut. But then some of this was originally planned for the next chapter, so sue me.