I don't own the characters, this would never be allowed on CBBC.
So, this is the blood binding day. I may be the most antisocial polyamorous person ever, aside from which polyamorous marriages are not legal here in breatherville, so forgive me if this is all a terrible representation of any union ceremony - I know very little about weddings, I think I've seen more of Vlad's bloodbinding to Adze than I have of any actual wedding.
On we go! I think after the next two chapters - Transylvania and baby day, I may call this complete and start a sequel for life as a family for these bats in love. Then maybe I'll feel less under self-induced pressure to finish this and work on Chosen Two.
I'm rambling again... Onwards!
-YD-
Waking up in bed with the people he planned to bloodbind with this very night may not be traditional, but Bertrand had never been so happy to have given up on traditional practices as he was now, waking up with Vlad's arm slung over his stomach and his shock of hair under his face. Inhaling the scent of sunlight and power that seemed to radiate from Vlad constantly, Bertrand surveyed his other bedmates. Robin was face down in his pillow, hair all over the place as usual. Ingrid was on her side, bump just visible against the cover and turned towards Vlad, a hand on his hip. Bertrand knew Vlad and Ingrid had a deeper connection to each other than to he or Robin, bound by blood relation, childhood and the baby growing within Ingrid. However, Vlad had on numerous occasions told both his male lovers that he loved them all equally, and that any child brought into their nest would be all of theirs, they were a family. Reaching for the Dracula crest around his neck, Bertrand was happy to settle for that.
A small part of him acknowledged that Vlad and Ingrid couldn't bloodbind without at least one other person, both being Draculas already, the same part that questioned if Vlad would have asked them to bind together regardless if that wasn't the case. Looking at the slim band on his finger, Bertrand pushed those thoughts aside. Vlad had been honest about asking Ingrid first, wanting to reassure her she would never be less important simply because she would stop being pregnant at some point. He'd even taken the time to ask them each seperately, giving each of them their 'moment' where he'd even got down on one knee and asked him to bind with him and the others for eternity, but completely understood if they didn't want to. They'd both agreed enthusiastically of course, Robin desperately in love with all of them in his own way and Bertrand... Bertrand wasn't sure where it had all come from. Falling for Vlad was instinct, his entire life had been about the 'Chosen One' and Vlad was powerful and emotional and crept under his skin to burrow into his heart. Robin was infectious, joy and energy and always interested in hearing Bertrand's 'war stories' over an intense alchemy session or rolling around with him for fighting practice. Ingrid was... Ingrid was beautiful, dark and traditional but soft and sweet, as likely to steal his soul slowly as they made love as she was to push his body to the edge of sanity as they fucked.
They were all immortal, but Bertrand was four centuries older than any of them and he was certain no other year of his life had wrought as much change as this one had. This time a year from now would be different too, they'd be bloodbound, Ingrid would have given birth, Robin may be pregnant, he may be pregnant (a concept he was still struggling to get his head around but he was also eager at the idea he could carry a baby for Vlad too), Vlad may be Grand High Vampire. That last one he doubted, Vlad didn't want to totally vanish from the VHC radar or the ceasefire would be at risk, but he also had no desire to even lead the Dracula clan, let alone every vampire in the world. It was strange to think that had been Bertrand's only desire for Vladimir Dracula before they met, and then he got to know Vlad. The vampire in question started stirring on his chest, blinking slowly and bestowing a beautiful sleep-warm smile at him. "Hey there bloodgroom." Bertrand couldn't help it, he broke into a grin. "Hello yourself Count Dracula. This unvampiric behaviour of sleep-snuggling will get you in trouble one day." Vlad nipped at his nipple - the closest body part to his mouth - for that comment before rolling over to see if Ingrid or Robin were awake.
Robin was still out cold which didn't suprise Bertrand - he still felt a little sore after Robin fucked him through the sunrise. Ingrid was stirring, though that may be down to Vlad touching her stomach again, he couldn't resist her or touching where his... no, their child grew. "Morning bloodbride!" A hand swatted at Vlad's face. "You are far too cheery for barely night time bat brain." Ingrid was awake then. Vlad was rapidly becoming more animated. "I can't help it, I get to bind to all the people I love most today and I'm excited!" His voice kept rising in volume, awakening the last of their group. Robin lifted his head out of the pillow, hair everywhere and his usual confused face upon waking. It was the only time he struggled for memories now, the mindwipe finally clearing from his mind. As they all woke up properly, stretching and sitting up, Bertrand admired the rings on Ingrid and Robin's fingers. Vlad had taken his Dracula ring off, uncomfortable wearing it before the ceremony for some reason.
"Now, I've set out blood and outfits in everyones actual bedrooms, along with a note for what time you should meet me outside the blood mirror. Ingrid, I've left you options but you are welcome to choose something different if you want more comfortable clothes." Vlad's excitement was infectious, and Bertrand and Robin shared a grin at Vlad predicting that he'd never be certain to choose an outfit Ingrid approved of. "No peeking into anyone elses room, and no leaving your room before the assigned time. Now off with you, I'll see you all soon!" Bertrand nodded, climbing out of the bed in tandem with Robin and flitting off. Vlad's outfit choice was sweet and nostalgic, his blue waistcoat from the first day they met paired with an black trousers. Stepping into the boots he knew Vlad liked, Bertrand found his assigned time under the bottle of blood. Checking his watch, he had ten minutes so he sat down and sipped at the bottle, twisting the band on his ring in anxious excitement. The outfits would all have to allow for biting, a specific requirement to their joint unions as well as the actual blood binding. Tucking one of his smaller blades into the side of his boot just in case, Bertrand paced anxiously until his time came.
Stopping at the blood mirror in the basement, Bertrand was speechless. Vlad was stood there in sinfully tight black leather trousers, a red waistcoat just a little too small for him hanging open over his bare torso. His shoes were polished boots, which Vlad seldom wore and told that it was a special occasion. Taking the hand offered, Bertrand braced himself for the tug of the mirror and the clan he was about to become part of - this would be the last time he ever needed company to cross the mirror.
Vlad had originally chosen his outfit for ease of access as they would all have to bite him, and he'd opted to let them all make new marks, their claim to him undeniable. Though his trousers were solely to look a bit more 'vampy' as he was technically conducting this ceremony. As Bertrand approached first, naked hunger in his eyes, Vlad decided he would at least pretend he'd chosen the outfit to look good. Bertrand looked adorable and powerful, muscular body framed in the baby blue waistcoat from the day they met and Vlad's chest swelled with love for the man in front of him. Taking him through the mirror, he bidded him to wait while Vlad went back for Robin so they could all wait for Ingrid. He'd given Ingrid the latest time as she didn't need help coming through but did need longer to get dressed, possibly rest and definitely drink the entirety of her blood bottle.
Stepping back just as Robin appeared, Vlad had to stop himself leaping on him. Wrapped in trousers not unlike his own, Robin's lean legs made Vlad's stomach fill with heat. The heeled boots elongated them further, the green accents designed to compliment Robin's dark hazel eyes and forest green shirt. Wiping his mouth quickly to check he wasn't drooling, Vlad laced his fingers with Robin's and took him through the mirror. Standing in their assigned spots, Vlad prepared the binding deed they each had to mingle their blood on by sliding on his Dracula ring and stamping the bottom of it. Technically he was supposed to do that after, but as afterwards there would be biting, Vlad thought it may be forgotten. Bertrand bent down, straightening back up with a small knife in his hand and Vlad smiled and took it, they could use their fangs but Bertrand had wanted to contribute and Vlad was not about to turn him down.
The vortex appeared, Ingrid stepping through and looking unbelievable. She'd taken the time to add makeup, a deep red stain on her lips that Vlad tried to pretend didn't arouse him because of it's resemblance to blood. Her eyes had just the merest hint of eyeliner smudged around them, making her glowing blue eyes look bigger and brighter. A small amount of mascara made her lashes look longer, brushing over her pale cheeks as she blinked. Vlad was certain his own eyes were blazing right now, the balloon of love in his chest fit to burst. Her dress was one Vlad had picked, black and glittering with red stitching at the waist. It had a more flowing skirt line than Ingrid would usually wear to accomodate the baby bump, but Vlad wasn't sure she'd ever looked more beautiful as she stepped over to them.
"We don't actually have to say anything, and as this is a private ceremony we don't have to ask for a just cause or impediment. However, I do have something to say." Vlad laid his ring hand over the binding deed, waiting for everyone else to follow suit. "I never in my wildest dreams expected my life to turn out this way. I resigned myself to being alone after Erin, my only attempt to forget the way I craved Ingrid. Instead, events conspired to bring me not only her, but my loyal teacher who has protected me mind, body and soul through the darkest time of my life, and my first friend, the first person to accept me with no reservations. Now we're becoming a true family, and I could not be happier, prouder or more in love with any of you." Feeling soya blood flush in his cheeks, Vlad hoped they wouldn't leave him hanging for too long.
Bertrand spoke up next. "I have spent four centuries searching for the Chosen One, and I have done many things I since regret. I came here to find Vladimir Dracula, and instead I found Vlad, this strange young man who had all these ideas for peace and humanity. At first I didn't see it, thinking I knew better. I was so wrong, and undeserving of forgiveness. But of course, you surprised me again and again, not only forgiving me but dragging me through the wall around my emotions with ease, filling me with a desire for love and happiness. I never expected any of this, and I still sometimes expect to wake up clutching that cursed old book and searching for you. Instead, I wake up surrounded by love. The Chosen One, his Queen and the alchemist, I couldn't have chosen better if I tried."
Robin was quick to follow, still grinning widely as ever. "I never thought of you like this back in Stokely Vlad, but you know that. We had some of the best times of my actual life back then though, and I will never forget my first friend, the little vampire who didn't want to be a vampire. Now you're a man, powerful and perfect and I'm part of this weird and wonderful group with my teenage female wet dream and this big tough teacher guy who's hung like a horse. It doesn't really get any better."
Vlad had laughed through his tears of happiness, Robin managing to turn things a little bit filthy as ever. They all looked to Ingrid, not expectantly but curiously. "You don't have to Ingrid, we can move on if you're uncomfortable with this part." She shook her head, and Vlad could physically feel her struggling for words.
"I spent so long trying to be a better vampire than you, and I failed to see the reason I never succeeded. You were never trying to be a good vampire, just a good person. Though that first time we... that first time, you were anything but gentle and loving, you've risen to every challenge I could give you and made me see that I did need a family, it just needed a little work. I wasn't sure I'd ever really want anyone again, especially not my irritating little brother, his stuffy tutor and annoying breather friend. But even I can be wrong, and I'm truly, genuinely happy to be joining and bringing a new life into this strange group soon. Now that's all the emotional stuff you're getting out of me today, on with the blood and biting!"
Ingrid's eyes were brighter than he'd ever seen, telling him more than words ever could about how happy she was to be here. He still appreciated the effort she'd made, and handed the blade to her. As officiator, he had to go last. Ingrid slid the blade over her palm, dark sluggish blood dripping onto the document. Bertrand followed, Ingrid's hand already healed by the time he was done. Robin had hesitated, unfamiliar with the ease at which vampires could heal yet. Vlad had taken the blade from him, schooling his face into what he hoped was comforting and Robin nodded, holding out his palm to let his blood mix with the others. Finally it was his turn, the pain not even beginning to break through his happiness as his blood completed the deed, a faint glow lighting up the whole page as their blood faded into it.
"Is that it?" Robin couldn't stay quiet, clearly. "Not yet. Now you all have to bite me. Well, technically, I have to let you, but I want you to so that should count." Ingrid had naturally opted to mark the other side of his neck, her queen bee complex in action. Robin and Bertrand had both decided to mark his collarbones, forming a line from shoulder to shoulder of bite marks at this rate. Letting the waistcoat fall away from his arms as they approached, Vlad eyed up his now healed tattoo. This was only a formality, a way to recognise their group as a true part of his clan. They were bound to him by love for eternity regardless. Ingrid's hand laced through his hair, pulling his head back and to the side so she could access his unblemished skin. Robin and Bertrand were standing in front of him, so Vlad nodded as best he could around the fingers in his hair.
Three sets of fangs scraped across his skin, tingling before breaking into him. Ingrid had informed him his blood tasted of power, whatever that meant, since he turned eighteen. Three groans sounded as his blood hit their tongues, but Vlad was already lost. Pain and pleasure raced through him, his body humming with the completion of their bond to him and Vlad could feel his cock throbbing against his trousers. He moaned aloud, feeling them all try to bite down harder. A hand, he didn't know or care who at this point, brushed over his straining erection and Vlad lost it, arching between them and crying out in pleasure. As his body relaxed, they all released him and Bertrand moved to catch him as his knees buckled. As soon as he felt like he could stand up by himself again, Vlad turned to the others. "So, who's next?" Three bloodstained smiles met him, his own blood smudged across each of their lips. Vlad could feel the echo inside him, the link between each of them that he could use to know if they were scared, in danger or simply near him.
Bertrand had jumped to go next, somewhat anxious to have Vlad finally place a claiming mark on his neck. Vlad had been all too happy to oblige, the smoky masculine flavour of Bertrand's skin a welcome taste. Ingrid had simply bitten over the mark she already had on his collar, Robin matching hers on his other side. Robin was next, and they went slightly different for him. Vlad and Bertrand took a side each of his neck, Robin practically melting between them. Ingrid bit down between his collarbones, a slightly awkward angle but it would be permanently visible in Robin's beloved V-neck tshirts. Ingrid was trickier, Vlad could bite her with impunity as he sired her child. The others couldn't risk nicking an artery and letting anything enter her bloodstream incase it proved harmful to the child. Standing behind her neck, Vlad instructed the men to bite her wrists carefully. This way Ingrid would avoid scars on her shoulders, which she wasn't thrilled at the idea of, and they could easily avoid drinking her there. Bites all traded, Vlad could see them feeling the same link he did and judging by Ingrid's soft glow, Vlad knew his own eyes were alight.
"We really did it. Literally the only way to break the link is death, so everyone had better take care of themselves!" They all nodded at him, swiping at their blood-sticky mouths before shrugging and trading kisses. "So, bloodbride and bloodgrooms, I say we go celebrate?" Bertrand and Ingrid had smiled, Robin had naturally darted through the mirror - the binding had worked - and further on cheering. Zipping him a quick telepathy message not to get naked just yet, Vlad shrugged on his waistcoat and followed. Robin was sat on their bed, pouting but clothed when he walked in. "Sorry to slow you down Robin but I forgot to bring the camera and I demand photos of you all looking this attractive." They each pulled their Dracula pendants to rest openly, and the pictures quickly went from serious and professional styled to daft faces, playfights and then x-rated as Robin grew impatient and started tugging Bertrand's waistcoat off. Vlad and Bertrand both warned him to be careful as the waistcoat had sentimental value, which got him another pout, but then they were all carefully stripping off their clothes and hanging them safely to treasure their meaning - though Vlad would need new trousers he realised as he peeled the sticky leather away.
"I forgot you guys made a mess of my trousers, no wonder they felt so uncomfortable!" Robin, easily the most salacious of them all, had promptly kneeled in front of Vlad and started licking and sucking the dried come off his skin. Which led to Vlad with an erection and a wide eyed Robin before him. "As much fun as I'm sure you're having, there are two more of us over here boys!" Ingrid called them over, both leaping onto the bed and diving on her together while Bertrand looked on in amusement as she struggled. "You did call them over my dear bloodbride." Ingrid had thrown a lube bottle at him for that, Bertrand evidently feeling cheeky as he opened it and used it to stroke his own rising cock. All three struggling vampires had stopped to admire the view, Bertrand would never be vain but he was certainly aware of the effect he could have on them if he tried. Or even if he wasn't, the crooked smile making Vlad's stomach flutter after all this time.
Leaning down to his two younger lovers, Vlad whispered quickly. Recieving nods of assent, Vlad and Robin leapt over to Bertrand as one, Vlad snaking the lube with one hand and rolling Bertrand over onto his front with the other. Robin had straddled his back, nipping at the broad shoulders while Vlad traced slick fingers over Bertrand's entrance. He knew Robin had topped him last night and wanted to check he wasn't too sore, but Bertrand had arched into the contact as best he could so Vlad let his fingers slip inside. His eldest lover groaned into the pillow, Vlad being well practiced at stretching him open and stimulating his prostate now. Bertrand was keening now, whining at his lack of leverage as Robin pinned him. Vlad quickly set to stretching Robin too, rubbing the tip of his cock against Bertrand's loosened hole to tease him more as Robin writhed against him. Robin rolled onto his back, tugging at Bertrand until he moved between his thighs and slid inside him. Stopping to admire the way Robin's face relaxed as Bertrand filled him, Vlad knelt behind the tanned muscles and slipped between his cheeks, letting Bertrand's next thrust push him onto Vlad's slick cock.
Bertrand was too tall for him to be able to bite on his mark, so Vlad encouraged Bertrand to bite down on Robin's neck between thrusts and was gratified to hear Robin moaning beneath them. Vlad thrusted harder, knowing Robin felt the power behind them as he fucked Bertrand into him. The stimulation of them either side was too much, too good and Bertrand trembled between them, biting down on Robin again and dragging him over the edge with him. Vlad pulled out and watched their bodies quake, wiping the excess lube on his cock off with a discarded tshirt. Beckoning Ingrid over to them, Vlad lay down and pulled her over his body, laying parralel with his blissed out bloodgrooms and pressing his still-eager cock against her. Arousal burned through him, Ingrid's fangs scraping over his lip as they kissed and slick flesh gliding over his erection as they pressed together. Pushing his hand between them, Ingrid raised her hips just enough and Vlad groaned as they joined, the visual of her sliding over his erection with her full breasts and swollen stomach almost too much for him as he hadn't came inside Bertrand earlier.
He let her set the pace, slowly rising up and down on him with breathy moans. Knowing he could arouse her further and speed her along with words, Vlad didn't want to lose this moment of connection as her hips fell against his again and again. Her breasts lifted and fell with her, the curve of her bump pressing against his own stomach each time she came flush with him. Imagining Robin or Bertrand swollen this way with his child had Vlad bucking his hips, forcing himself to focus on Ingrid as she moved faster atop him. Robin and Bertrand had recovered somewhat, taking a side each to suck her sensitive nipples and slipping their fingers over her slick flesh, pressing at where they joined before sliding up again. Ingrid was tightening, her arousal evident in the liquid he felt trickling down his balls and the twitching muscles around his cock, and in the louder moans she let out as she rode him harder. The two heads of dark hair against her chest, her pouty full lips opening in pleasure and the pale and tan contrast of his male lovers skin against her stoked him higher and Vlad pressed up into her harder, clinging to his orgasm until she went first. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long, her clenching heat pulling him over the edge and he spilled inside her, "I love you all" falling from his lips repeatedly as he shook with pleasure.
As their trembling muscles calmed, Vlad saw Robin and Bertrand help Ingrid ease off him, laying her down next to him and settling either side of them. Their ringed hands joined over the covers again, Vlad admiring the bands and being glad he'd chosen well. "I'm so happy you're all here with me, and that we're all bound together. I love you all so much." "I love you too!" echoed back at him, and the fact they'd only been awake a few hours didn't seem to matter as they settled down again. They weren't necessarily going to sleep yet, but Vlad could feel their bond humming in contentment at their closeness and decided there were much worse ways to spend an evening.
-YD-
They are all bound up now! Next chapter is Transylvania, the following chapter will be the birth and by then I'll have decided to continue or start a sequel. Though first, I should write another chapter of Chosen Two...