New chapter! No idea if anyone is still reading this! We proceed anyway, Puppets!
I don't own these characters, but I am making them do the sex, so if that doesn't appeal to you…then I don't even know how you know me.
WITH THE DEAD
Chapter 20
Is he…?
No luck yet. Bring him back.
Let me try rocking a little longer.
Genesis smiled through his worry. We're REALLY parents now, aren't we?
I think we always were, or at least since…
Yeah. Seph, now the cub. At least Seph wasn't…colicky? Is that what this is called?
Colic is when a baby cries a lot. This is just insomnia.
Genesis hmphed internally. Hardly 'just.'
Angeal silently agreed. Zack's weight was nothing to him, and holding the boy in this familiar way, arm curled under his bottom and holding him off the floor, other hand rubbing his back, was one of the former-SOLDIER's favorite positions. He could stay like this happily for hours on end, but had never had to, as Zack was quick to be comforted and nearly always in motion. Which made the boy's absolute stillness now another worry on top of the others.
Arms around Angeal's neck, head resting on a broad shoulder, Zack was so still that Angeal had to keep having Genesis check to see if the teenager was still awake. Which, each time, he was, despite it being hours past sunrise (the light of which was blocked from the dim room by blackout curtains), despite a lavender-scented bath, feeding, a massage from Genesis, and ejaculating several times. Zack usually drifted off immediately post-sex, as soon as his sires placed a blanket on him and kissed him good-day.
But today, Zack had not even shut his eyes, did not seem sleepy at all. The parents had tried talking about subjects that would bore Zack, Genesis had sung, and further intimacy had been initiated and quickly halted when the boy wasn't encouraging it. Asked what was wrong, Zack had first said "Nothing," and when probed further amended that to "I don't know." Genesis had mentally suggested to Angeal they look at Zack's thoughts, but when the redhead tried, Zack physically jumped in alarm, prompting Genesis to back off quickly, abandon that tactic for now, and that's when he tried the massage. So far, nothing had worked.
Which led to Angeal slowly pacing the purple bedroom while carrying Zack (ignoring Genesis's teasing about He's not a REAL baby, 'Geal, and if I'M the one saying that…) in a position he knew made the boy feel safe, pondering their next move. Mentally, he was infusing Zack with love, remembering the kid say he liked when his sires did that, that it didn't feel like something was being pushed on him the way it had with Dagan.
Dagan. Angeal kept thinking he couldn't get any angrier at his despised sire, but he constantly had to cloak from Zack daydreams about pulling the bastard apart piece by piece. He and Genesis both guessed this latest problem had something to do with Dagan, as it was the lord's brief contact with Zack the previous night that had made the boy go so quiet, look so troubled. They were pretty confident they had him blocked now from contacting Zack – Zack's shields being stronger than theirs – but even this certainty hadn't banished the boy's mood.
Without needing to consult each other, both sires were becoming resigned to being unable to really do anything until Zack accepted the always-open offer to talk about what he was feeling. Angeal suspected that if his walking motion didn't relax Zack enough to sleep, the comforting way he was being carried might do so enough to break his silence. Finally, when Genesis had gotten to the point of praying, Zack shifted just slightly against his sire, and spoke, his words uncharacteristically halting.
"Do you…remember when we met?"
"Of course."
Angeal shared a visual with him, his own point of view walking up to a line of new SOLDIER recruits to speak some lofty words about honor and dreams. He stopped in front of the youngest and smallest of the rookies, a black-haired boy with beaming blue eyes, and asked, "What is your dream, kid?" Zack saw his own earnest expression as the boy unhesitatingly replied, "To be a hero! Uh, sir."
"I had such a crush on you. Right from that first meeting."
"You hid it well." Angeal's hand continued to stroke the boy from nape to tailbone. "I didn't suspect, for a long time."
"You…"
It was odd to see Zack having trouble speaking, and Angeal was determined not to let him lapse back into silence. "What, baby Puppy? It's okay, tell me."
"You didn't look at me then…like you do now."
"Well, you were only 13. I found you very beautiful, but that didn't become more till you were about 15 or so."
"Would you have…if you knew about my crush…"
Angeal was concerned by the half-formed question. "I waited till you were 16 for a reason, Pup, hard as it was, even though you ended up choosing then, too. There's a big difference between even a 13-year-old and a 16-year-old. What's got you thinking about this?"
The boy pressed his face into the sire's curve of neck into shoulder, breathing in the scent of Angeal as though he liked it as much as everyone seemed to like his own. The metaphorical door into Zack's thoughts creaked open enough to invite the sire slightly in, and the ringing memory he found there for a moment alarmed him, thinking its source had spoken again.
"Please remember, you always have a home here, if Genesis becomes angry or Angeal makes you uncomfortable."
The echo of that hated voice seemed to string together the answer out of pieces of information Angeal had witnessed while they had sifted through Zack's memory of his time with Dagan. The guilt of Angeal's that Zack had nearly banished from him had been expertly reformed by that bastard and fed to the boy like poison. Most alarming was the fact that Zack had previously not been bothered by the knowledge that Angeal had desired him from a young age; Dagan had implanted this discomfort like a seed in hopes it would grow to push the sire and child apart, and clinging tightly to Angeal, Zack was trying like hell not to let it.
"Oh, baby Puppy," Angeal said softly, while sending a summary to Genesis along with a reminder to remain calm.
Zack finally moved – his whole thin frame shook with a trembling sob. "I don't care how young I was, I really don't, I don't know why I'm thinking about it…"
Angeal rubbed his face into the fine black hair, roughly enough to make the touch strongly felt. And maybe to catch a tear or two before they fully emerged.
"Because he suggested it to you, baby Puppy, because he wanted you to pull away from me. This is his fault, not yours."
"I'm sorry…"
"Zack, you have nothing to apologize for. You beat him, in so many ways. Instead of withdrawing from me, you were brave enough and aware enough and trusted me enough to tell me this. Just like you haven't become afraid of Gen even though Dagan kept dropping hints that you should be of his anger."
I could never be afraid of you, Zack sent to Genesis, who crossed the room in an instant and was hugging his family tightly, cocooning Zack protectively between the two of them with so much contact, it was almost like warmth.
I know, baby cub, I know. I was fiery in my youth, I admit, but I usually managed to save my ire for those who deserved it. That's why that asshole saw so much of it.
"I hate him," the boy whispered, red-tinged tears falling to dampen Angeal's sleeve. "I hate hating and I hate him, I hated having his blood inside me, I hated the part of me that wanted it because it was familiar…"
Genesis cradled Zack from behind, trying to make their bodies touch at as many points as possible. He put his mouth close to Zack's ear to speak softly, though he was saying it mentally at the same time, only with images and feelings that way.
"Baby cub, blood makes us what we are, not who we are. Yes, you are tied to that coeurl-fucking son of a zolom by blood, but you're more directly tied to Angeal and to me. I know how poisoned he must have made you feel, he used to do it to me, but I promise you, you are as pure as you've ever been. You're the same gift of the Goddess who spilled Jell-o on me and stole my heart in our first meeting. 'Geal has taught me over the years that there is life still after this kind of pain. It just takes time and love, and you will have all of both that he and I can give you."
Keeping a one-armed grip around Angeal's neck, Zack awkwardly grabbed Genesis with the other limb so he could tightly hug both his sires at once. He was still crying, but they could both sense the darkness in his mood lifting.
Angeal kissed Genesis over the boy's head. Thank you, babe. Your way with words still impresses me, after all this time.
Damn right, it fucking better.
Another good sign – Zack giggled at that. "You're good at that, too. I always liked when you would talk to me about pride and dreams."
"He said those things to you because they made most other recruits fall asleep."
Zack snickered at the playful scowl Angeal answered that with, then yet another hint of their situation improving – the teenager yawned. "I think I'm starting to get tired."
Relieved, the sires brought Zack back to the wide bed, depositing him gently in the center and stretching out on either side of him. Zack blinked drowsily as a plushy purple blanket was drawn up to his chest and each of his parents put a comforting hand on him.
"'M still not sure I can sleep yet, though," Zack mumbled, though his blinking was becoming slower.
Angeal sighed. "Unleash your ultimate weapon, babe."
Genesis grinned wickedly. "'Infinite in mercy is the gift of the Goddess…'"
Whether his fatigue had simply caught up with him or he was desperate to avoid Loveless, Zack quickly dropped into a welcome, dreamless sleep.
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The water surrounding the Council's island was rough and choppy in the early evening, the conditions unfavorable for boats, not that there ever were any around this largely-unknown chunk of land. Flying with his sires, Zack was nowhere near the water – they touched down on the grass, not the sand – but he still glanced at the waves nervously. Zack had no real fear of water beyond a sensible wariness of its potential danger, but he was understandably on edge about everything right now.
He told himself, as they approached the solitary structure, what Angeal and Genesis had repeatedly said – there was nothing to worry about. The Council would look at his memories, perhaps ask some questions, and it would be over, and there would be a welcome visit later from Merrick and Alan to look forward to. There was really no chance this meeting would end in Dagan's favor in any way…but until it was over, Zack didn't expect the knot of an almost-human nausea in his stomach to dissipate.
Angeal walked just slightly ahead of the other two; though younger than Genesis as both a human and a vampire, he tended to naturally take the lead in the family. Very close behind, Genesis walked with his arm protectively around Zack as they entered, partly to comfort them both, partly because when the Council came into view, Genesis was expecting Zack to be overwhelmed, like he was last time.
He was, but only for a moment, not falling, only staggering a moment before throwing up a mental shield that caused the Council to murmur to each other both telepathically and out loud. Seated on the far right, Wyrm grinned and nodded to the boy, who timidly smiled back.
"Well done, Zack," said Oliver, the jovial storyteller who clearly liked the boy.
"Thank you, sir."
Draven, the leader who sat at the table's center, gestured the family to come closer. "The Council recognizes Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, and Zack Fair, all of clan Varius. Genesis, your family has asked to report on Zack's primary visit with his grand-sire, Lord Dagan. How do you wish to proceed?"
Genesis, who privately wanted to pick up the several-tons table and use it to smash in the councilors' heads, stepped forward and summoned all his acting ability to appear calm and rational.
"Honored Council, Angeal and I have mentally reviewed Zack's time with Dagan, and I believe you, sirs, should apprise yourselves of it in the same way, because frankly, I don't think you will believe Angeal or I without solid proof."
The mental murmurings began again among the nine elder vampires, which to outsiders sounded and felt like white noise obscuring faint voices. Genesis and Angeal sensed them linking their minds in a sort of line to Draven, who stood and beckoned Zack closer. The boy took one step, then hesitated. Angeal hugged him, whispered "It will be all right," and Zack took enough strength from that to approach the waiting elder.
"Zack," Draven began solemnly, "do you give consent for me to enter your mind and view your memories?"
"Yes, sir," the boy responded, his voice stronger than anyone had expected.
"You understand, I take it, that you will not be able to mislead or lie to us in this way?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right." Perhaps affected by Zack as good men usually were, the leader's voice had become gentle. "Open up your mind as wide as you can, and just relax. We will do everything else."
Obeying, the teenager closed his eyes and let his head droop forward. For several minutes, Angeal and Genesis could only watch and battle feelings of helplessness as Zack stood apart from them, a place they both thought he should never be. The boy was mostly still, just trembling now and then, obviously putting on a show of strength, because what the Council were seeing was clearly shocking and affecting them.
Draven was focused on transmitting from Zack to the others, and did so with an almost-unchanging frown. The other councilors were murmuring in disbelief out loud, starting back in their chairs, occasionally dropping their jaws in shock. Wyrm alone among them appeared unsurprised, his hard, dark frown seeming to be immovable through the whole process. It seemed to go on forever, then it ended suddenly.
As Zack's mind was released, out of relief or fatigue or both the boy wavered on his feet, would have fallen had his sires not rushed to hold him with preternatural speed. Angeal turned his student around to let Zack's face hide against his sweater, the wool becoming wet although there was no sound of weeping. "It's over, baby Puppy," he whispered, rubbing the boy's back while Genesis stroked his hair.
When the sires, satisfied Zack would be all right, looked at the Council, they found expressions varying, but none straying far from either controlled fury or remorseful pity. Before their eyes, Draven seemed to move from the former to the latter, and as was usual, he spoke for all of them.
"Zack, what we have observed from your memory, unaltered, given as testimony freely, shows clear and indefensible abuse inflicted upon you by Lord Dagan, physically, psychologically, and sexually. His individual crimes are so numerous that the Council will have to discuss and weigh them further before appropriate punishment can be decided. Of course, Lord Dagan will have an opportunity to speak in his own defense when we summon him, but to be frank, there is no justification possible for his actions."
Oliver, the storyteller, spoke up, perhaps out of turn, but with an obvious need to say what he did. With an expression of pained sadness, he said, "Zack, we are so sorry for what you went through, and our part in it."
The others all nodded or murmured agreement. Draven looked for just a second like he would reprimand Oliver, but then merely nodded himself.
"Zack, if there is anything within our power we can do to help you recover from your ordeal, I hope you will ask it of us."
The teenager turned around to face the table, shifting the arms around him as little as possible as he did so. "I don't have to go back to him, right?"
Draven smiled grimly. "You have my word. If Lord Dagan is spared his life, he will at the very least be forbidden to contact you or be anywhere near you."
Zack let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, one of such relief that he was reminded of taking Potions after fighting, their instant banishment of all pain. Angeal hugged him tightly from behind, and Genesis, whose mind went bright as a white sun, kissed the top of Zack's head long enough for a couple tears to fall onto his hair.
Draven gave the family a few moments before clearing his throat. "Genesis Rhapsodos of clan Varius."
"High Councilor Draven," the redhead answered respectfully.
"You may, if you wish, take some time to consider, but as Lord Dagan will certainly be stripped of his status as clan head, the Council offers you the position."
Genesis blinked with surprise, then looked at Angeal, who smirked.
Go for it, babe. Become the proud aristocrat you've always been at heart.
Zack was unable to keep from snickering. Genesis tilted his head back imperiously with an audible "Hmph," which made his lover and child laugh out loud, then turned back to the awaiting vampires.
"Will the honored Council grant me some time to reflect before I give my answer?"
Draven nodded. "Of course. We will be in contact anyway to inform you of the results of Lord Dagan's next audience with us. For now, you may go. Should you or your child require anything of us, you may reach out to us before then."
The old-looking man's voice was deep and smooth as a plateau, his expression grave as ever, but Zack sensed that he, that all of them, felt very sorry for him, and also varying degrees of guilt. The boy, soft-hearted to a fault, managed to smile at them as reassuringly as he could, and several of them returned the expression and seemed to be at least a bit cheered. Looking over the line of vampires, Zack's gaze found Wyrm last, who was standing up and beginning to walk toward them.
"If I may," he said, "I would like to speak privately to Zack, just for a moment."
Draven nodded at once. Angeal and Genesis, surprised but not objecting, looked at Zack, who nodded immediately, and quickly squeezed a hand of each sire before heading where Wyrm was gesturing him to, the far-right wall of the building's very large main room. They stood facing one another, and Zack, who liked this man and felt sure he could trust him, slowly let his shield down, must have done so instinctively because he didn't really know why.
The ageless age-old vampire regarded him kindly, probing with piercing eyes without intruding past where the mental barrier had been. Feeling this, Zack opened his mind a little, a clear invitation, which he usually did not do for anyone except his sires. Smiling paternally, Wyrm very slowly – giving time for refusal – reached out to cup Zack's chin in his hand, to tilt the shorter boy's head up and look into his pale-rainwater eyes. Wyrm seemed to be unobtrusively examining the newborn for damage, as clinically as ShinRa doctors had used to do after injuries, but more gently.
Zack felt completely at ease, blinking innocently and letting the elder see beyond what the Council had, the care Angeal and Genesis had been taking of him, the happiness he felt with them, and their immeasurable love that had been helping him recover from Dagan's abuse. Apparently satisfied, Wyrm let go, stroking Zack's cheek before letting his hand fall and smiling tightly.
"Are you wondering why no mention was made of Lord Geraint?"
Zack started; he hadn't thought of this at all. Wyrm quickly continued, first directing a pulse of calm in the boy's direction.
"Don't be afraid. As Draven is informing your fathers as we speak, Lord Geraint is in fact a criminal according to the laws of our world, a deposed clan leader who has been on the run from our justice for several decades. Dagan may be allowed to live if he brings Geraint to us, but I don't think you need worry. Just as Geraint will be executed by us, I imagine your parents will enact appropriate vengeance on Dagan."
"W-Will Angeal be in a lot of trouble?" Zack didn't bother denying or even imagining his old teacher would show mercy.
Wyrm smiled again. "Even though the Council will likely have to openly admonish him for such an action, I promise you, there will be no punishment beyond that."
"Thank you, sir," Zack said gratefully, wondering why the man had needed to tell him this privately.
"There is something else."
Wyrm reached into his pocket, gestured for Zack's hand, and placed what felt like cool metal on the boy's palm. Lifting his enclosing fingers, the boy saw what seemed to be a silver pendant on a chain of the same material. The locket (its hinge and clasp were visible) was in good condition but definitely antique, its shiny face decorated with what looked like a mask of some sort carved into the metal. It reminded Zack of oni, Wutaian demons he had read about, but though the image was clearly meant to be frightening, the sight and feel of this object made the boy feel, though it puzzled him, safer. He looked up at Wyrm questioningly.
"Think of it as a talisman to help keep you safe. I hope that you have no need to, but if you find yourself in trouble, when the moment seems right to you, open it. All right?"
Zack got the distinct impression he shouldn't inquire about it any further. He quickly fastened the chain around his neck, and managed an uncertain smile.
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"You've been very strong, Zack, as I knew you could be."
The boy blinked with sudden confusion. "Have you…I feel like you've said this to me before, but…"
Wyrm gave him an enigmatic smile. "It does sound like something I might say. Perhaps you picked up on one of my stray thoughts."
Zack looked suspicious, but let it go. "Do you think I'm strong enough to protect Angeal and Gen if I have to?"
"I believe your fathers would say it is rather their duty to guard you."
"I know it's a pathetic idea, but – "
Wyrm interrupted, his voice slightly louder and much more insistent. "Not at all. It is normal and right that those who love each other want to protect one another. And aside from the limitations your age puts on you, you are quite remarkably strong. I have no doubt that this strength will be of aid to your parents at some point."
Zack smiled gratefully. "Thank you, sir."
Wyrm returned the expression, and Zack was struck by the ageless, immortal wisdom in his dark-iris gaze. The boy wondered how many years had come and gone to make the man look like that, and if he himself would one day have the same eyes.
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Far from the cold formality of the Council chamber, Zack found himself hours later deep in a video game match with his friend Alan, several levels into Perilous Combat and jabbing at his controller with the single-mindedness of a teenager. He was winning, but Alan had proved himself very good at this despite being new to it, and Zack could only rarely take his eyes off the TV to glance across the living room.
The "adults" were there, now and then regarding the "kids" with indulgent smiles as they sipped tea from three of the bone-china cups that Genesis collected. He, Angeal, and Merrick had been chatting lightly about their children and vampire-world gossip, though now and then quietly murmuring something more pressing and serious. Merrick was asked if he knew this Geraint and answered that he'd only heard rumors that the man was a sadist, known to prey on young, defenseless vampires, and to the former SOLDIERs' displeasure, the monster was known to especially target those who resembled Sephiroth.
"We'll protect him, Gen. We'll kill them both before they get near Seph."
"I know…"
Merrick took a slow sip; the liquid in his just-refreshed cup was hot. "I've heard the man is very obsessed with Sephiroth."
Genesis grunted, an unusually-unelegant sound for him. "He gets anywhere near my first baby, I'll…"
"What, babe?" Angeal asked lightly. "Kill him twice instead of once?"
"Exactly. I'll figure out a way. We still have that stock of materia, right?"
"Gen, you're not Life-spelling someone just to kill them again. That sets a bad example for Zack. Don't you want him to be merciful?" Angeal wanted the subject dead as much and as painfully as his lover, but it had always been second nature for him to tame and calm Genesis.
"Of course I don't," the redhead said indignantly. "What put that into your head?"
Angeal shook his head, smiling ruefully. Before he could speak, he sensed their guest's attention moving sharply away, and looked over at Merrick, who was smiling in the direction of the kids.
"Ah, take a look at this, my friends."
The fathers followed Merrick's gesturing hand, and both felt a rush of unnatural heat at the sight. Game apparently forgotten, the "babies" were passionately kissing, Alan's body draped over Zack's and his hands moving all over the younger boy. Though normally quite possessive, Angeal and Genesis trusted Alan, were grateful that his friendship meant so much to Zack, and found the sight quite beautiful, both aesthetically and because it was further proof their child was okay, could accept touch from a friendly hand.
More than accept it – Zack was moving his own restless hands up and down Alan's torso, the elder boy's mouth now exploring the younger's neck. Alan hardly had to reach into his pants before Zack was coming hard, and Alan yanked the garment down to suck and lick him.
Alan, at least, must have realized they had an audience, an approving audience at that, because he reached out for permission to Angeal and Genesis, showing a mental picture of what he wanted to do. Clever boy, the image nearly had Genesis salivating, and with an audible chuckle Angeal said yes.
Alan slicked his fingers with some of the semen he hadn't drank, and began to gently slide three fingers into Zack. The younger boy was willing, but made a soft noise of discomfort.
Merrick spoke mentally to his child. Slower, son, be gentle. Think of a frightened creature that needs to be lured out of hiding. Alan nodded, switched to one finger, and instead of plunging in, began to circle the pulsing little hole.
Genesis wryly noted the bulge in Merrick's pants, checked with Angeal, then sent a thought to their friend. As you're so talented in these matters, perhaps you'd like to help your son tend to mine.
Merrick looked a bit surprised at the offer, but made no attempt to hide his gratitude, nearly flying, robe fluttering behind him, off the couch and over to the young ones. He knelt down half-beside and half-behind Alan, gently took the boy's hand in his own, and manipulated it to slick all around the opening. The sire's other hand slid deftly into Alan's pants, and he smiled as his son shook with sudden orgasm. Alan recovered quickly, and mentally spoke to his sire almost feverishly.
I want him so much…
I know, my boy. How do you want him?
Everything, every way, I want…
Merrick guided one finger into Zack, both penetrators sighing with arousal as the younger boy groaned. Again asking for permission, this time from Zack, Merrick slipped the boy's T-shirt off, and Alan tugged the remainder of his clothes off, leaving Zack's stunning body completely bare. In awe of it, without even asking anyone for permission, Merrick ran a cool hand over the newborn's chest, fingers lingering to rub a nipple. He glanced over at the parents to make sure they were still on board, and grinned to see Genesis on Angeal's lap, riding him slowly as they both watched with diligence, but obvious arousal, monitoring Zack for consent but clearly willing to let the boy be pleasured.
Thank you, my friends.
Leaving Alan as he slipped a second finger in, Merrick slid languidly behind the newborn, gently lifting Zack up without dislodging Alan, holding the boy against his chest with his hands holding his legs apart. Zack moaned and let his head fall onto the elder's shoulder, and Merrick let his lips and nose (Gaia, the boy smelled good beyond believing) explore the boy's neck and face.
Master?
All is well. Make him feel good.
Happy to obey this order, Alan grinned and continued to softly thrust his fingers in and out of the teenager. Just in time for Zack's next orgasm, Alan closed his mouth over the flushed cock and drained it eagerly over the several minutes it took, all while adding a third finger. When the distraction of climax had passed, Zack seemed restless, almost tossing and turning in their grasp, seeming to very badly want something, and Merrick, old and experienced, correctly guessed what. He asked Angeal and Genesis on his son's behalf, and after considering briefly among themselves, permission was granted, conditional on Zack's answer.
What do you want, Zack? Alan asked. Can I be inside you?
Yes yes please…
Merrick gently spread him open even further, and when Zack shivered as the cool air brushed his insides, the elder sent a pulse of warmth that he was grateful for. That gratitude was nothing, however, to how eager and thankful he was to feel Alan's erection carefully nudging its way into him. The penetrator shuddered at how good it felt, and shared the sensation mentally with his master, who sighed and slowly rubbed his own hardness against Zack's body. It almost felt like he too was buried in the tightness of the exquisite boy, and he smiled at his son before pulling him close for a brief but passionate kiss.
Master…
Make him feel good, my boy.
Alan slowly rocked in and out of Zack, the younger boy writhing at the sensations pulsing through him, which in turn moved him against the erection Merrick was, with effort, holding onto. The elder rubbed his nose against the newborn's neck, shuddering again at how good he smelled. Zack caught the thought, and put his hand over one of Merrick's while he thought-spoke to him, clearly and deliberately despite how stimulated he was.
You can taste if you want.
Merrick looked at Angeal, now holding Genesis on his lap, softening erection half-inside him, and both the couple nodded at the same time. What Zack want, Zack gets, it seems, Merrick thought with a mental chuckle, and sending a pulse of gratitude to Zack, the vampire bit very lightly into the silken flesh, purposely drawing out only a little at a time. And good thing, because after a few small mouthfuls, Merrick had to wrench himself back and quickly bite his own tongue for blood to heal the wound.
You taste even better than you smell somehow.
Any answer Zack had planned for that was superseded by another orgasm; the boy came just as Alan was coming in him. The blond boy scooted close, rested his head on Zack's shoulder as he recovered, and Merrick ran his fingers through his son's fine, curly hair soothingly. Once Alan had rested enough to sit back, Merrick surprised him a bit by turning Zack around, so he was leaning back against Alan, who took and held him happily, though wondering what his father was up to. Father and son both smiled when he realized.
Merrick, once Zack was secure, leaned down, lifted the boy up by his thighs, and put his face close enough for his tongue to delve inside the newborn, lapping up the lukewarm fluid and making Zack moan a little as the organ flicked at his sensitive inner walls. Then Merrick fully pressed his mouth against the opening and sucked at it, drawing every mouthful of semen out almost, leaving just enough behind to keep the passage slickened. Alan wasn't sure why he did this at first either, or what Merrick asked Genesis and Angeal that made him wait several moments for an answer that, when it came, made his father grin with anticipation.
Hold him, my boy.
Yes, Master.
Alan hugged Zack close, the boy's back pressed to his chest, and ah, there was the answer. Merrick was parting the newborn's legs again, holding them up a little, and unfastening his own trousers to reveal a hardened, flushed cock that Alan knew well, and the boy smiled too, knowing from experience that Zack was in for something that felt amazing. Merrick edged closer, positioned himself, and slowly began to nudge himself into Zack. Zack groaned with want, spiky black head falling back onto Alan's shoulder; the older boy whispered to him to relax, that he'd like this.
He definitely liked it. Once Merrick was fully sheathed, Zack, with closed eyes, reached out, grabbed the adult's lapels and tried to pull him even closer, even farther in. Merrick reached out too, stroked the slender boy's bare waist before taking hold of it and beginning to gently thrust in and out of him.
Gaia Gaia yes… Zack almost shouted mentally, which reassured his parents who were monitoring the situation closely.
Gods child you feel amazing. Merrick, usually so eloquent, had trouble forming a sentence, too.
Alan covered his sire's hands with his own, and helped move Zack's lower body back and forth as Merrick fucked him, carefully but as deeply as the boy begged for. With each thrust forward, Zack's back arched and made his head fall fully back on Alan's shoulder, beautiful pale eyes opening now and then only to roll up and reveal stark white. At one point, Alan turned the boy's head to kiss him, and swallowed the aroused cries the parted lips were emitting.
Several minutes in, Merrick, who was usually known by sex partners for his stamina, couldn't hold back his body's reaction to Zack's beauty and tight fit any longer. Taking care not to hurt, he made one last, slightly harder push into the smaller body and let go, filling it with a rush of almost-warm stickiness. Zack made a satisfied sort of sound in response, and went into his own orgasm, aided by Alan jerking him off. Merrick sat back, recovering, as Genesis came over in a sweeping sort of manner (the redhead had a tendency to fill up one's point of view), picked Zack up, and carried him back to the couch.
He cradled the boy in his arms, quickly retracting one hand only as long as necessary to unbutton his billowy white shirt, and hardly had to guide Zack before the boy had latched onto a bared breast, sank his teeth in and begun to drink. A dreamlike peace came over Genesis's face, and while he fed his baby, Angeal busied himself wiping the boy off, inside and out. Merrick, figurative breath once caught, similarly cleaned off his own son, and they both got dressed.
"I don't know how to thank you, my friends," Merrick said quietly, and seriously, as he knew how protective these particular parents were.
"It's good for him, to play this way," Genesis explained, the same happy daze in his expression audible in his voice. "It is for all newborns. And after all…"
Angeal finished, smirking slightly. "What Zack wants, Zack gets."
Alan, remembering the phrase from his sire's thoughts, muffled a snickering laugh.
To be continued.
