A response based off of a prompt for the One Hour Challenge over at Destiny's Romantic Fanfiction Archive. The challenge I responded to was #12 Your couple is playing strip poker and must get down to their underwear. I'm not entirely sure how the story ended up the way it did, but hopefully some of you find it funny. I'm tempted to continue it so I can get some real smut in. Who knows maybe I will? Anyways reviews would be much appreciated~

They were all truly honestly ashamed. There they were with barely any clothes on…except for Dracula. Velkan had to shake his head. Didn't his uncle-a few times removed-like flaunting the fact that he was highly attractive? Or did he just not want to loose the game?

Either way the other two men were as frustrated as he was. Van Helsing, Carl, Velkan, and Dracula had decided to partake in a game of strip poker while the women were out doing…whatever it was they were doing. Dracula had been the first to admit that half the time he didn't even want to know what shenanigans his stunning brides got up to. Van Helsing had quietly agreed. He'd begun dating Anna—much to Velkan's unhappiness, he just had a bad feeling about that one—but wasn't happy she seemed to spend more and more time with the three female vampires than him. Oh well, like the Count had said, he didn't want to know.

What he did want to know was how Carl was left only in his undershirt, Velkan in his undershorts, himself in only his trousers, while Dracula had only taken off his jacket.
That was it.

The vampire had barely moved other than to remove that single measly item. It still left him far too clothed for the other men's likings. Though Van Helsing had to admit, Dracula was a very temping picture. They were able to get a good look at the silk black shirt he wore underneath his militaristic jacket. His dark brows furrowed almost delicately when he looked at each of his hands, figuring out the best strategy. His hair was still restrained by the silver clip, and Van Helsing wanted nothing more than to take it off. And maybe take off his own pants which were slowly becoming too restrictive.

He looked over to Carl and smiled slightly at the fact the holy man was flushing furiously. Carl wasn't used to such acts but Van Helsing had to appreciate the fact that his friend was being such a good sport. Even after he'd been loosing.

All eyes went to Dracula as he reached down for his wine glass. His piercing blue eyes didn't leave his cards as he took a sip of blood-wine. Velkan and Van Helsing exchanged a look then looked at Carl. He flicked his eyes to Dracula, who still wasn't paying attention, in a questioning glance. Van Helsing nodded almost imperceptibly and put his cards down.

"Okay, time to add something new to the game. Vlad?"

The vampire seemed surprised to hear his name called. "Yes?"

"Stand up for a second," Van Helsing said.

Though his confusion was evident on his face Dracula did what was asked of him. Van Helsing calmly walked over to his former enemy and Velkan rose under the false pretense of having to stretch. Carl, who wasn't entirely sure what was happening, remained seated. When Van Helsing stood in front of Dracula he gave the vampire an appraising look, letting his hazel eyes wander around his perfectly sculpted form. The raven haired tempter appeared to be uneasy with the thinly veiled ogling.

"What?" he asked.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, but Velkan don't you think he's wearing too much clothing?" he asked the young prince.

"To be sure," came the sly response.

"We'll have to rectify that," the monster hunter smirked.

"Excuse me?" Dracula questioned.

The only response he received was to be pushed onto his back atop the table. Cards went fluttering and his wine glass rolled to the floor. He coughed slightly as his breath was knocked out of him.

"H-hey!" he yelled. What the hell was Gabriel playing at?

"Oops. I'm sorry," Van Helsing smiled completely unrepentant. He lifted up one of Dracula's legs and slid his boot off.

"What are doing?" the vampire hissed.

Carl moved next, unbuttoning the expensive black shirt. Velkan slid his relative's hair clip off, and Van Helsing felt a surge of envy.
"Hey!" The Count's calls went unheeded.

Van Helsing went about his next task with glee. He undid Dracula's form fitting pants and slipped them off him. There was a distinct tinge of red to Dracula's cheeks as he was divested of his clothing.

"Stop!" he called out uselessly.

"Hold him down," Van Helsing demanded as Dracula tried to rise and stop him. Velkan pushed down on the vampire's shoulders securing his position.

Van Helsing took some momentary pity on him and left his undershorts on for the time being. Instead he, Velkan, and Carl idly admired and explored the illustrious body beneath them with eyes and hands. Dracula shifted hoping to get off the table. He was humiliated being on display like this.

"I don't see your problem," Velkan teased, "Your brides must gang up on you like this all the time."

Dracula averted his blue eyes to the side and muttered, "Yes, but usually I'm not the one about to be impaled."

"Impale is a harsh term for it," Carl objected tentatively.

"I actually think its perfect," Velkan disagreed running his fingers through ebony silken locks.

"Impale," Van Helsing tested the word on his tongue. Recalling Dracula's personal history a devilish grin crossed his face. "A harsh term indeed. But so appropriate. That's exactly what we're gonna do to you."

Dracula's weak struggles subsided. He slowly opened his legs wantonly and was immensely pleased that Van Helsing nestled himself between them. After all, he had to admit he was really looking forward to this new game…