Not my characters.

This isn't really an active story, more a place to work when I lack inspiration for my actual stories.

So have some more Dracula sibling fun!

-YD-

It didn't matter who's turn it was to be in control when Vlad saw her face, nodding in agreement and turning back to finish the paperwork that needed to be sent to the slayers guild. The door was barely closed behind him before Ingrid was pressing him to the wall, kissing him roughly and tugging at his clothes. Ingrid knew she had to tell him, but right now she needed this. Vlad didn't fight for control, letting her strip his shirt and jeans away and shuddering when Ingrid wrapped a hand around his hardening cock. The heavy erection in her hand was arousing, reveling in his blatant desire for her as Vlad thrust into her grip.

"You joining this party or not?" Vlad's eyes were dark, his words tentative in case she hit him for talking. His mouth twisted into a smirk when Ingrid nodded, his fingers hurrying to unbutton her dress and his mouth pressing to the sensitive spot at the base of her throat. Vlad groaned as her hand tightened around him, sucking harder at her neck and drawing moans from her. As her dress fell away, Vlad traced fiery trails over her skin and made short work of her corset ties, putting it aside carefully - it was his favourite on her apparently. Her underwear fell soon after, and Vlad let her push him to the bed, leaning up to tease at her mouth with his tongue until she bit down on his lip.

Vlad's fingers brushed against her thigh, ghosting touches over her clit that only made her hotter and wetter for her little brother. His other hand mapped her torso, rougher touches to her nipples and Ingrid couldn't help quivering. Hips rocking into his touch, Ingrid pushed his hands away and pressed their hips together. Vlad got the message quickly, trembling hands moving to position his cock at her entrance and his pupils dilating as she sank down. After the last month or so of avoiding Vlad while she tried to deal with finding out she was pregnant, the feeling of him hard and thick inside her, filling her completely was a little overwhelming. Vlad wasn't faring much better, hips jerking and deep groans echoing in his chest.

Vlad waited until Ingrid moved first, but the minute she started Vlad was right there with her, thrusting up into her over and over. Pleasure skittered through every nerve in her body, his nails sinking into her hips and the pain sparked higher, twisting through the pleasure and Ingrid couldn't hold it all in, pressing down harder on Vlad and shaking as she came. Ever the gentleman who waited for her to come first, Vlad whimpered and trembled as he bucked up and spurted hot and copious inside her. They took time to separate, and Vlad's eyes searched her face for whatever had brought the edge of desperation to it all as she lay next to him. He didn't push her to speak, and Ingrid appreciated that more than she would ever admit to.

Not that any of this was ideal, but Ingrid couldn't ignore the slight spark of hope that if she had to be pregnant by a Dracula, Vlad would probably handle it all best - he actually had a heart. Not that Ingrid really did, but perhaps some kind of deep rooted maternal instinct wanted the best for the developing foetus inside her. Ignoring the taste of lies in her throat, Ingrid swallowed down the emotions - she could do this. "I'm... I'm pregnant." Vlad took a minute to process what she said, but then his eyes were wide and confused. "Oh. You wouldn't have been this terrified if the only potential... Fathers weren't me or Malik." Ingrid nodded, not sure she could look at him. "How long?" "I found out a month ago, but going by when I started craving specific blood types and how my stomach feels... Harder, I would say three months. Meaning no way to distinguish between either of you. How could we have been so stupid?"

Vlad looked offended, but Ingrid didn't know why. "After six months of just us, may be we just convinced ourselves we weren't risking anything so long as we weren't found out." "It wasn't nearly as frequent back then though was it?" Neither of them would admit why, face up to the feelings building over something that should never have happened to begin with. "So. What do we do? Wait for Malik to turn up and tell him? Cover it up as a one off with Bertrand? You can't play it off as Ramanga for obvious reasons. And Bertrand has... had blue eyes too, so that would help." Ingrid was surprised at how fast Vlad was trying to think, trying to protect her. "Bertrand? Yeah, dad would buy that and just be even happier you staked him." Vlad looked guilty at the reminder - his tutor had been framed, and Ingrid had been part of it inadvertently. Shaking away the spark of regret for reminding him, Ingrid stood and dressed.

"Which blood type is it you get cravings for?" An odd question, even for Vlad. "B- why?" "It might be mine, so I'm going to make sure you have what you need to take care of them. Dad isn't going to turn me down for blood ever is he?" Conceding his point, Ingrid wasn't sure why she didn't leave as Vlad dressed. She was even more unsure why she didn't stop him invading her space, why she let him kiss her when it wasn't a build up, foreplay. It didn't stop her body going with it, mouths moving against each others with a familiarity that scared her. "Is that why you were avoiding me? I figured you were just done with me, I had no idea you were..." Ingrid nodded, seeing Vlad step back and state down at her stomach. "Father or uncle, I'm there for the baby. Ok?" "I figured as much, a touchy breathy fangless wimp like you would always be sentimental for a baby." Vlad's smile didn't falter, though Ingrid caught a flash of his fangs to disprove her.

"Are we telling Malik? Assuming he comes back?" "No. If the kid has brown eyes then we'll know for sure, until then anyone who asks is told Bertrand, he can just assume I was pregnant before he got pulled into all this." Vlad nodded, flitting off afterwards but Ingrid found a bottle of B- on her coffin when she returned to her quarters to shower. She had to admit, Vlad's overemotional tendencies had their uses, he had already worked out a cover story and swore to help take care of the baby. Looking down at her stomach as she stripped, she wasn't showing yet but could feel it if she pressed down. No movement yet either, but that was still early days. For now, uncorking the blood and reclining in her coffin, nobody else had to know.

-YD-

No Malik in this chapter, I am aware, but don't worry the bad boy will be back!