As the weeks pass, Aoba finds himself coming out of his shell even more. He's smiling more and Ren is to thank for that. Even Trip and Virus have to admit that the dog had had a positive impact on the teen. He really has helped Aoba get back to how he used to before they had turned him.

Over the weeks, Trip and Virus had also noted how much more comfortable Aoba had become with hunting. The teen was getting braver, becoming a lot more confident with his skills. They were proud of him for coming a long way in such a short amount of time, especially with how he'd been so upset by the turning in the beginning.

The teen had also become a lot more touchy with the two of them, hinting that he was no longer upset with them. It wasn't odd for Aoba to reach out and touch them or even press kisses to their cheeks, but it was definitely something he did rarely until now. He was doing those things more these past few weeks than he'd done previously. Trip and Virus constantly found themselves receiving Aoba's affection, the bluenette running his hands over their chests when they laid in bed, as well as their cheeks being graced by his soft lips. It was different, but they wouldn't complain. It was what they wanted after all.

Virus glances up from his book as a shadow spills over it, a warm smile on his lips when he notices Aoba standing in front of him. "Need something?"

The teen nods and Virus can't help but notice how small he looks in just the over-sized shirt he's wearing. It obviously belongs to Trip with how it hangs to Aoba's knees and the long sleeves go over his hands. It's an adorable display. "Well, what is it?"

Aoba purses his lips and steps forward, gently taking the book from Virus' hands and setting it on the side table beside him before he crawls into his lap, legs on both sides of the blond's; straddling him. Instinctively, Virus places his hands on Aoba's hips and a small smirk appears on his lips when he doesn't pull away. This was new. Aoba never did things like this.

Aoba runs his hands over his chest, shifting himself so he's just a bit closer. It's obvious he doesn't know what he's doing and Virus finds it endearing. He was at least trying. He watches as Aoba leans down, lips brushing against his neck. He smiles, lifting one hand off his waist and using it to run through his hair gently.

He tilts his head, giving the teen better access. His lips are on his jaw, nipping and kissing at the skin and a small sigh leaves Virus' lips as he does, enjoying the feeling. He wasn't too bad, especially for how nervous he was, which was very if the way his hands were shaking was any indication.

Virus smiles and he gently brings Aoba's head away. "Here," he says, voice soft. His hand leaves his hair and instead, he places it under the bluenette's chin. He brings him closer, pressing their lips together into a soft kiss. He can feel him instantly relax and he takes this time to wrap his arm around his waist to bring him as close as he can against him.

A soft sigh leaves Aoba's lips and just from his simple action, Virus can already tell he's calmed down slightly. He adds more pressure to the kiss, deepening it. The action causes a small moan to leave Aoba's mouth and the noise instantly goes south. Fuck if just a kiss was eliciting this noise from the teen, then he couldn't wait to hear the other noises he could bring out of him. He had a small idea from his birthday, but this noise had been different; it'd been needier.

Aoba's the one to add more pressure to the kiss, hands gripping the front of his shirt and balling into fists. Virus pulls back enough to nip softly at his bottom lip, causing the teen to moan again. The blond takes that moment to slide his tongue passed Aoba's open lips, which he responds to immediately by tightening his grip on his shirt as well as meeting his tongue with his own.

They stay like that for a few minutes, the kiss becoming more and more passionate. Their teeth clack together every so often, which would normally be painful if they weren't too wound up in one another to care. Aoba had never kissed either of his guardians like this before, but he makes a mental note to do so more often.

It's Aoba who breaks away, his lips hovering centimeters from Virus'. He can feel the blond's hot breath against his now plumped lips and he shivers slightly. "Virus," he whispers, almost a whine, and it's then that the older male can feel how hard Aoba is, can feel it against his stomach.

"Looks like you have quite the problem. Do you want me to fix it?" As he asks, he looks up into Aoba's eyes. The once bright gold is now dull and hazy, full of undeniable lust. He chuckles softly as Aoba nods, biting his lip. "Well, how can I say no to that? Lift up a bit."

Aoba does as he says, shifting slightly before lifting himself off of Virus' lap. His hands grip his shoulders to keep himself stable. Virus presses a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, hands running up Aoba's legs, enjoying the feel of his soft skin. He stops at his hips and hooks his fingers in the hem of his underwear, causing Aoba's breath to hitch slightly. "Relax," he murmurs, feeling the teen tense up as he starts to pull his briefs down. He lips press against the hollow of his throat and he whispers the demand once again against his skin.

This time Aoba listens and he can feel him relax. "Good boy." He gently kisses his collarbone as he brings the black briefs the rest of the way down, exposing Aoba's erection fully. A whine leaves the bluenette's lips and Virus pulls away to glance at him, looking him up and down.

Oh, does he look delicious like this; eyes full of lust, lips red and plump, and his cock hard and probably aching, a little amount of precome already leaking from the tip. He licks his lips, wasting no time in wrapping his hand around his dick, earning a soft gasp from the bluenette.

"Oooh. Oh."

Virus begins to slide his hand up and down Aoba's length, eliciting a rather delicious sounding moan from him. His lips are back on his throat, nose picking up a scent that his strictly Aoba's. It's a clean smell with a little bit of citrus mixed in. He nips at the skin, controlling himself not to sink his teeth into his flesh. He was a vampire, but that didn't mean his blood wasn't any less tempting and tasty.

He sucks at the spot, his hand tightening around Aoba's length. He can feel the teen's hands run through his hair, soft pants passing his lips. His hand moves faster, causing Aoba's hips to jerk forward. He kisses his way up to his ear, lips pressing against him. "Here." He hooks his other arm around Aoba's waist, moving it so that the male was thrusting in time with his fist.

"Ngh, J-Jesus-"

"Better?" He asks, chuckling when he receives a nod as an answer. "Good." Now that he's done this, he knows the other won't last long; he can feel it in his shaking legs and the way that his grip keeps tightening on his shoulders.

He pulls him into a kiss, this one more heated than the one earlier. Their tongues rub together, teeth clashing as he quickens his pace, Aoba's thrusts meeting his. They're too wrapped up in one another, they don't notice another body has entered the room; watching them.

As predicted, Aoba doesn't last long. He loses it whenever Virus' thumb goes over the head of his cock, swiping the slit. He cries out Virus' name as he comes, cum splattering over both their shirts and hands squeezing his shoulders with bone-crushing strength.

Aoba pants and opens his eyes as Virus pulls away. He chases him and lands a quick peck on his lips before leaning in and nuzzling his neck. Virus only smiles and rubs his back. It's then he notices Trip, whose leaning against the doorway, a smirk on his lips and arms across his chest.

"Like what you saw?" He asks, which causes Aoba to pull away and turn around, golden eyes widening as he saw Trip. When had he gotten there?

"I did," he says matter of factly, unfolding his arms and making his way into the room. He takes Aoba's chin in his hand, moving it so that their eyes met. "You are very vocal. I'll have to remember that for next time."

Aoba doesn't say a word, unsure of what to say, but Trip doesn't seem to care. He simply just cups his cheek, caressing it. Aoba leans into his touch, hand going up to rest on his. It's times like this that remind him that his guardians really do care for him, that they truly love him. He smiles at him at the thought.

Virus shifts and before Aoba knows it, he's being lifted up a carried off. "Wha-" The words don't even leave his mouth before Virus is shushing him.

"We're getting you cleaned up," he simply tells him. "Trip go get him a clean shirt?" The other blond nods, heading to the dresser as virus carries Aoba to the bathroom.

"Mm, but don't I need to-" he cuts himself off, pointing down between them where he could feel Virus' cock against his ass. The blond just chuckles and shakes his head.

"I'll get Trip to relieve me, don't worry." Aoba's eyebrows dip together, but before he can say anything he's being deposited on the toilet. He watches as a rag, wetting it just as Trip enters. "Arms up," he tells Aoba, who immediately obeys. He puts his arms over his head, letting Virus remove the soiled shirt from his body. He then held out his legs, letting him take his briefs off the rest of the way.

Aoba watches while he grabs the rag, running it over his body. He spends extra time near his lower half, making more than sure that every bit of cum was off his body before he moves away so that Trip can dress him. Aoba notices that the bundle in his arms are bedclothes, which is just a pair of the same black boxers and an old, white shirt that once belonged to Trip.

Trip dresses him silently, hands working to pull everything onto him carefully. It always surprised Aoba how gentle someone like Trip could be. Of course, he had been like this since he was a child, but it still shocked him sometimes.

After he's dressed, the two of them lead him to the bedroom, where Virus already has the covers turned down. He must've done that while I was getting dress, Aoba thinks, remembering that the blond had left during and had only come back when Trip was done. He crawls into bed, Ren immediately hopping up on the bed and laying at his feet. Aoba smiles and lets himself be tucked in by his guardians. "We'll be in soon. Sleep tight, Aoba," Virus tells him. Both he and Trip lean in and press a kiss to his cheek just like they do every night. Aoba yawns and snuggles into the covers. The lights flick off as the two blonds leave the room, leaving Aoba alone. This isn't the first time he's fallen asleep alone, but it was the first time after something intimate like that. He sighs and turns on his side.

It feels like forever passes before he's able to fall asleep. He always has a hard time when he has to sleep alone, so use to being between his guardians. Not even Ren, who had moved up seconds after the 'twins' had left, pressed against him was helping. He's never been able to fall asleep without them before, even with the times they'd put him to bed alone. He sighs and snuggles Ren, trying his hardest to fall asleep. Thankfully after a few minutes pass, he starts to doze off. It isn't until he feels two pairs of arms wrap around him that he's able to fully fall asleep.

Aoba doesn't know if hunting has messed with his conscience or even turning has, but he knew something was up whenever the guilt of feeding from his victims slowly left him. He was able to feed with ease now, no longer hesitant when going for his victim or even feeling bad for his them for what he'd done.

This was evident by the way he allows his current victim so slump against the wall with ease as he simply just lets him go. He runs his tongue over his lips to get any stray blood from his mouth before using his sleeve to get anything he's missed. He doesn't even give her another glance as he shifts things around, hiding her well enough that she won't be seen if someone happens to pass by.

He turns away with ease, strides prideful as he walks back over to Trip and Virus. His belly is full, and he feels no unease about it, no regret whatsoever. He doesn't even feel bad that he feels this way. 'It's only natural,' Virus' voice rings in his ears, 'it's something you have to do to survive.' He began believing the words, knowing his guardian was right. He was always right; as was Trip.

A hand reaches out and runs through his hair and Aoba looks up to see Virus' smiling face. "You're getting better with each hunt," he praises and Trip nods in agreement. Aoba can't help but smile back, knowing he made the two of them proud. Virus' hand drops from his hair and takes his hand, which is then followed by Trip's. "You'll be on our level before you know it."

His grin grew thanks to their praise, feeling good that he had done something right in their eyes. Not that he had ever done anything wrong, but just knowing he was doing right made him feel a lot better. The praise just made him want to get better, work harder at becoming comfortable in this new skin of his, this new way of life. Their praise is what kept him positive about this whole thing the last few weeks and he really couldn't thank them enough. They'd been really generous to him for so long, had taken him from that orphanage and give him everything; love, friendship, a good home, and everything else he needed. They were too good to him, which is why he had dropped the grudge he had held earlier from them turning him. He knew they'd done what they thought best for him. They always did.

He lets out a small sigh, which gains Trip's attention. The blond looks down on him, questioning look on his face. "Everything okay, Aoba?" Aoba blinks in confusion before a look of realization dawns on his features. He nods, blue bangs sliding into his eyes as he does.

"Everything's fine; just doing some thinking."

"About?"

"About everything you guys have done for me and how much I appreciate it. You two have done so much for me…" A smile tugs at both of the blonds' lips.

"Why wouldn't we?" Virus asks him, adjusting the glasses on his face. "You're part of the family, Aoba and there isn't anything we wouldn't do for you. Everything we've done so far has been for your benefit." As he says this, he hopes that he will remember this for the future. The teen takes both of their hands and squeezes, a sign of happiness.

"I love you both."

"We love you too, Aoba." They both give him another smile, heading in the direction of their home. They were going to take Aoba on a small shopping trip to show how proud they were of him, but now they had other plans in mind.