Writers block strikes again, so we're back here! Even if it's on hiatus and marked as complete...

Despite early appearances, this chapter is not entirely smut. Stick it out, plenty happens!

-YD-

Vlad woke before Ingrid, but kept himself still, forced himself not to inhale the sweet, toxic scent of her perfume or reach down to feel her swelling stomach properly. She stirred not much later, looking around in confusion and bolting upright. Vlad made a sound of protest, sleepy and rubbing at his eyes to maintain the illusion. "What are we doing sleeping in here?" Vlad shrugged, fumbling for the bottle of blood nearby and taking a swallow. "You don't remember, why should I?"

Infinitely glad he had no heart rate to give him away, other parts of him were definitely giving him away, especially as they were still both naked. Ingrid seemed to think to herself for a moment, liberating the bottle and drinking deeply, groaning obscenely as she swallowed it and tossed the empty glass aside. Then a cold hand was tight around his cock, stroking the hard length and smirking as he arched into it.

Grasping for the small bottle, Vlad handed her the lube and widened his legs, bending slightly at the knee. "It's been too long since you took me like that, please?" He was already panting, thinking of Ingrid's fingers inside him driving him to distraction already. The click of the bottle opening made a thrill shoot through him, artificial chocolate (Ingrid had chosen it) scent filling the air as she let the liquid run over her fingers before sliding them down between his thighs, nerves tingling in anticipation. Knowing how to relax himself for this, Vlad breathed, slow and shallow and focusing on his muscles being pliant.

The first time Ingrid had tried to do this, Vlad had all but freaked out - her trade off had been that if he was willing to let her near his ass, she would return the favour. Hormone driven and under the weight of it being 'Ingrid's night', Vlad had acquiesced. It had been mind-altering, giving up every semblance of control to her and coming like a freight train without a single touch to his cock. Now he knew, Vlad was needy and desperate for that unique sensation as Ingrid's fingers rubbed the lubricant into the guardian muscle, sharp and perfectly painted nails of her other hand trailing down his inner thigh until he shivered. "Ingrid... Please..." He knew she got hot just hearing him beg, this time no exception as her eyes blazed with desire and her fingers finally breached him.

Clenching automatically, he closed his eyes and let his body go lax. Ingrid knew the signs, pushing inside him further and her aim always precise, going straight for the jugular as she dragged across his prostate. "Blood Ingrid, again!" Being fucked by Malik had been amazing, but there was something about the way she looked at him when she did this, or maybe it was just because it was Ingrid that made his nerves burn hotter, the pleasure sharper.

His cock leaked against his stomach, thick and heavy with arousal as she pressed inside him again and again, knowing the rhythm and pressure that would break him apart. He had never believed the small nerve bundle in his ass - of all places - could really produce orgasmic sensations, but as Ingrid pushed against his prostate again Vlad could hardly deny it, clenching around her fingers and riding the intense waves of pleasure, come striping his chest and stomach as he groaned, filthy and fucked out as he climaxed. Ingrid was wiping the lube residue off her fingers with one of the cloths they kept in here for 'cleaning up', tossing another one at him for a half hearted attempt at cleaning himself up.

Ingrid's arousal was heavy on the air when he could breathe again, mingled with the chocolate lube and the remnants of the blood they had drunk. Pushing her down on her back, Vlad indulged in taking his time, admiring the pale expanse of perfection beneath him. Nipping at her collarbone, sucking roughly at her breasts and scratching down her sides, Ingrid let out the breathy gasps of pleasure she knew made him crazy with want. Reaching the rounding of her stomach, the life building beneath the skin, Vlad kissed over it before shoving her thighs apart and delighting in his goal. He could go down on Ingrid for days, every sound and taste she produced hotter than even the rush of blood he had tasted when he bit Erin.

Sucking at her clit, Vlad pushed his fingers inside her wet hole and crooked upwards, rubbing the spot he knew made Ingrid squeeze tight around him, desperate to keep him inside her body and he revelled in it. Feeling her thighs shake around him, he redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking and outright moaning in pleasure himself, he felt her clench even tighter and whimper desperately, crying out "fuck!" as she came against his tongue, torn between squirming away and letting the exquisite hypersensitive nerves take the torture as he drank down the rush of arousal she came with. Going for broke, Vlad pushed his fingers up a little higher and hoped, feeling triumphant when Ingrid spasmed through her whole body and squirted, feminine ejaculate hitting his chest and arm. It wasn't easy to get Ingrid to come like this, but there was nothing like the sound she made when he managed it, his cock hard again just hearing her, feeling her, seeing her back arch and eyes roll back in pleasure.

Ingrid collapsed back against the bed, panting heavily and limbs trembling. Licking his hand before wiping the cloth over his damp chest and arm, Vlad could only smirk as he waited for Ingrid to recover. It was immediately apparent when she did, eyes zeroing in on his erection and her hand roughly tugging at his hair, a mesh of fangs and tongues as they kissed hard and she pulled their bodies in line. Vlad had little choice but to slide inside her, wet heat an undeniable call against his cock and they both gasped as he filled her.

Part of him knew they were just delaying the inevitable, but as Ingrid clutched harder at him, clawed at his back with each thrust and her hips matched every movement, Vlad didn't care. His body was ablaze, the searing heat inside her making him burn as his climax neared, the final push being Ingrid's fangs slicing through the curve of his throat, sliding through his neck like butter and the pain was glorious as they both shook and crashed together, breathless kisses and star-littered vision leaving them both utterly wrung out on the bed.

Neck twinging, Vlad rolled on to his side, tracing shaky fingers over the curve of her stomach without being totally aware of himself. "Distracting me won't work, I still want to know how we ended up sleeping in here." Swallowing back a sigh, Vlad shrugged as best he could. "I told you, I don't remember. It was pretty heavy before, we just wore ourselves out." He could tell she didn't believe him, but maybe she didn't want to explore her feelings any more than he did. Because then they would have to face up to so many things they couldn't, and it was terrifying.

"Your coronation is soon, isn't it?" As topic changers went, that one was effective. "Yeah. Grand High Vampire. Me. Still not sure on that. I'm seventeen, how am I supposed to decide to dedicate the next couple of millennia to ruling a race that seems content to get itself staked for being an idiot?" Ingrid chuckled darkly, still not stopping the motion of his fingers over her stomach. They fell silent again for a moment, the baby rolling beneath his hand. "Are you moving for it?"

He had the choice - the Grand High Vampire had a permanent residence in Transylvania, Vlad only had to say so and it was his on his eighteenth birthday. "Not if you won't come with me. I promised to take care of you and the baby." Splaying his hand over her bump, Vlad was rewarded by a firm kick to his palm. Ingrid didn't speak for a while, watching Vlad feel the baby and reaching down a hand to join him. Thrumming with anticipation, Vlad tentatively reached for her hand, guiding it to the spot he had felt a kick and keeping his hand over hers. Ingrid let him, swallowing thickly as their eyes met.

"Come with me. Unless you want our- your" Vlad was sure she caught his slip but kept on "kid raised with dad?" Her eyes widened slightly, the only giveaway Ingrid hadn't yet considered that point. "You want us to live together. Just us?" He knew what Ingrid was asking, but he tried to avoid it anyway. "How is that much different to here? No school kids, no dad and your own blood supply. Your own space, privacy. It doesn't have to be anything more than sharing a living space. I just... I could be a father or an uncle soon, and I want to be there for that." The next words were unspoken, but heard all the same - "We wouldn't have to hide this, risk getting caught."

Ingrid looked up at him, moving the hand beneath his, worrying him until she laced their fingers together. "Alright. What about Malik? Elisabetta?" The temporary elation at her agreement faded slightly, and he had to think. "The next time he turns up is the last time. I'll plant a tracker on him and hand the tracer over to the guild. Unless... It could be his. Do you want him around in case?" Ingrid was the one carrying the baby with a question mark over father, that was ultimately down to her.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "He was willing to kill his own clan, I don't doubt he wouldn't at least try to use the baby against us. Because now he knows you care enough to die for the clan, so even if you weren't the father..." Vlad nodded - he would absolutely die for the baby inside Ingrid, his or not. "In the blink of an eye. So, you're on board for this? And Transylvania?" Ingrid nodded, and Vlad forgot himself as he kissed her in celebration, but she gave as good as she got, rolling him onto his back and straddling him.

There was a moment, a brief glance that spoke of something deeper, but they both blinked it away as Ingrid grasped his cock, stroking him from half to full mast in seconds. Vlad could only gape, aroused as Ingrid rubbed his cock against her clit, biting her lip and whimpering as she used him to tease herself. Then the slide, wet and hot and perfect as ever inside Ingrid as she sank down his erection, thighs tightening around his hips. She moaned, hands braced against his chest as her head fell forwards, the barely-there brushes of her hair against his skin where it fell across her face like a curtain somehow adding to everything - every part of Ingrid had the power to arouse him in some way.

Placing his hands on her hips, Vlad guided her motions up and down his cock, rocking his own thrusts in time with hers. They had done this so many times, more than they would ever admit to and it showed in the practiced way they fucked. No matter how many times though, the sounds Ingrid made were always just as hot, Vlad could just recognise the way they changed when Ingrid was about to come. "Vlad, fuck! Harder, please." Her words were disjointed, thick with desire and Ingrid only ever said please when she was teetering on the knife edge of climax. He complied, moving against her more urgently and feeling Ingrid clench and spasm around him, shaking all over as she fell over the edge. Everything overwhelmed him, searing heat and burning pleasure pushing him to follow his sister over the waves of sensation.

Gasping and panting as they both came down, Vlad was losing track of how long they had been hidden away here, and he felt like no amount of showering would remove the heady scent of Ingrid from his skin. Not that he ever wanted to, it was like carrying a reminder of the best sex of his life. Dislodging Ingrid, she stretched out across the bed - always taking the lions share of space. A heavy silence fell, which Ingrid broke with a surprising question. "Was Malik the only guy?"

Swallowing a well of feelings, guilt predominant, Vlad shook his head. "Bertrand. Once. After I bit Erin, I was angry and frustrated and he never turned me down for anything. I fucked him, then I killed him." Feeling nausea rise at the memory he had fought so hard to stifle, Vlad pulled his jeans back on and bolted, barely remembering he had to stop and unlock the door to escape. He heard Ingrid's door slam a minute or two later, feeling more guilt for that - they had been getting... somewhere before he just pulled a disappearing act.

Rinsing pretty much a full spectrum of bodily fluids from his skin, Vlad rested his head against the bathroom tiles and ignored the tears threatening to spill. He just had shampoo in his eyes, that was all. Returning to 'the room', he picked up his abandoned shirt, rinsed out the glasses and changed the bed covers - it was Ingrid's turn to clean up, but he doubted she was thinking that. He had dragged some vulnerability out of her, talking and touching softly over the baby and then just left. Locking the door behind him, he put the key in its usual spot and went through the basement, passing the training room and standing at the entrance to Bertrand's room.

It had been here. Bertrand had been showing him why Erin wasn't loyal, the old books on turning and loyalty and love. Vlad had snapped, desperate for something, anything to take the edge off the way his world was falling to hell around him. Bertrand said vampires loved power, and it certainly seemed to apply when the tutor had let Vlad strip him, pin him down and fuck, he still loved Erin them but she hadn't come close to that. He had been tempted, after watching Bertrand grunt and spurt like he had the best orgasm ever, to let him 'top' but part of him refused to trust the tutor. He had felt validated when he staked Bertrand, and utterly disgusted with himself when he realised his mistake.

Bertrand had given up to Vlad in every way possible, and gotten dusted for his trouble. And here was Vlad, fucking the sick psycho who had helped trick him in to it. The glass cabinet front shattered beneath his fist, dull, sluggish blood dripping to the floor from the abrasions in his knuckles. Taking a deep breath, Vlad fought to calm down. Trashing the man's room was not the way forward, it would be losing the last signs he was here - his obsessive tidiness and organisation showing in the way everything had a place, a layer of dust showing that Vlad was too much of a coward to deal with it.

He didn't realise how long he had been stood there, skin knitting over quickly and his dark blood drying on his hands and the floor, until he heard movement nearby. Unless she was about to stake him, Ingrid wouldn't be down here any time soon, and the blood cellar wasn't near enough to overhear his father unless he was trying. It couldn't be Renfield, as Vlad couldn't sense a heartbeat. The only likely candidates for sneaking around were Malik, or maybe one of the ferals though they had been gone a while. Which was a shame in some ways, he had been getting through to some of them.

A frustrated sort of sound reached his ears, definitely Malik's voice and Vlad's brow furrowed in confusion. Malik knew to wait around if he wanted their 'company', and in spite of the emotional upheaval that had taken place in Vlad's head, it had only been yesterday really that Malik was there - had he even ever left? Ensuring he stayed out of sight, Vlad edged along the hallway towards the sound, angry understanding filling him as he realised where his older brother was - the mirror room. Closing his eyes and sincerely hoping Ingrid was awake and listening, Vlad pushed out telepathy to her, since he bit her they had a sort of link, they could sometimes share thoughts. "Basement. Important. Be totally silent."

One anxiety inducing minute later, Ingrid all but materialised at his side, and she had been totally silent. Pressing a finger to his fangs anyway as warning, he indicated his head towards the mirror room. "Open the vortex!" that was the second time he had heard Malik shout that, and Vlad was now very confused - it should have only taken one go. Ingrid's anger faded into confusion, no doubt matching his expression as they listened. Malik yelled in frustration again, and Ingrid's eyes flickered over to the door, then back at Vlad. Taken aback by the depth in that gaze, Vlad couldn't do anything but respond in kind when she kissed him hard, the faint swell of her stomach evident when their bodies pressed against each other tightly.

Fighting not to pant, Ingrid placed her fingers against his mouth in a clear "shh" indicator, and Vlad could only nod, brushing a kiss over her fingers without any consultation from his brain. Ingrid looked a little surprised, but now wasn't the time as they edged closer to the door. They heard Malik hit the floor as they entered the room, and Vlad could see the defensive gargoyles had thrown him. "Should have known." Malik looked up as Ingrid spoke, clearly surprised he was caught out. Every minute they had spent in 'that' room fell away under betrayal as their brother scrambled to his feet, facing the two of them.

"Why can't I get through there? What have you done?" The brown eyes hardened, none of the usual lust and heat in them as Vlad had gotten used to. "Nothing. Even if I wanted to, I don't know a way to bar entry to the..." Realisation hit him like a UV bomb, and Ingrid's eyes widened when Vlad shared the thought with her. The implications of what it could mean in regards to Ingrid's pregnancy were pushed aside, they had to get Malik behind the mirror before he worked it out and smashed it in revenge. "You need to talk to your mother." Perfectly synched, Vlad and Ingrid grabbed one of Malik's wrists each as he called out "open the vortex!" and the mirror let them in, Malik pulled alongside.

"I can stop you getting out though." Vlad clicked his fingers, the mirror pane freezing over - his control allowed him to bring up the same barrier his reflections had used to keep him locked up. It meant neither he or Ingrid could leave until he took it off either, but that was a small price to pay. "There is only one possible reason you couldn't enter the mirror alone Malik. You're not our brother."

His bro- no, Malik, looked genuinely thrown by the idea. Ironic really, since he had barely put up any protest at the idea of having a lot of sex with his apparent siblings. Given Vlad's own feelings, he couldn't really cast judgement there. "You're lying." Rolling his eyes, Vlad shrugged. "Why would I lie? I fucked you thinking you were my brother, I don't need to pretend."

Only Elisabetta could really prove this, so Vlad cast his eyes across the mirror lake, then focused on feeling the zoned crystal. Reaching out his opened hand, the block of running water was painful but he was recalling his own energy, it was possible but difficult. Ripples broke the surface, and the crystal became visible in the murky water. Bringing it anywhere near Malik sounded like a very bad idea, so Vlad carefully moved it to the patch the burnt out Dracula throne had resided. Seperated from them by running water, Malik couldn't get anywhere near it.

"Ask her youself. She can hear you, and if she tries, she can speak." Stepping sideways - placing his body between Malik and Ingrid (and feeling her glare at his back for it), Vlad watched as Malik tried to sort his thoughts out. "Is it true? Am I not a Dracula?" It took the crystal a while to respond, and Malik visibly deflated a little bit. A distant part of Vlad felt a little bad for Malik - his mother had spent over three centuries poisoning Malik into revenge on them, swearing the Count was a cheating bat who abandoned her pregnant and alone. And all this time, she had been lying. After killing her own husband just to try and land their father... who, despite the fact Vlad loved his dad, was not worth that sort of effort romantically.

"Who's my real father?" Even Ingrid was interested in the truth there, but Elisabetta was not forthcoming. He began to wonder - did she even know? The vampiress was deranged, insane and had spent three centuries outcast from her clan for falling pregnant outside of her bloodbound marriage. Three centuries... Vlad could have staked himself for being so oblivious. If their father had left Elisabetta for Magda and left her pregnant, Malik couldn't even be three hundred, Magda certainly wasn't yet. "What did she do to you?"

He felt both Ingrid and Malik look at him in confusion, but this wasn't the time for an in depth examination of Malik's psyche. "Elisabetta, tell him who his father is or you go back in the drink!" The silence was heavy as they waited, but she didn't say another thing. Swiping his fingers through the air, the crystal skipped over the surface of the lake before sinking back down into the depths. Malik growled, fangs down and eyes flashing red. "My whole life is a lie. Complete with you two here to witness it. Perfect."

Making sure Ingrid and the baby inside her were safely behind him, Vlad tentatively prompted Malik. "Where do we go from here?" The vampire indicated the frosted pane blocking the mirror exit. "Nowhere. Not that I would know what to do. Months waiting for your guard to be down and it was all a waste." The bluster and bravado was a front - Vlad knew Malik had loved every second of being fucked by he and Ingrid. Even if he was waiting, it hadn't been his sole motivation.

"Well, short of cuffing you to the bed and just leaving you there, I don't really know what to offer you. I'll never trust you." Malik didn't argue that, he had never made a point of trying to be trustworthy. There was a moments weighted silence, then Malik spoke two words that surprised Vlad and Ingrid completely. "Dust me."

"Excuse me?" Vlad would comply, but he would never get the chance to understand Maliks motivation after he was dust. "The only person in the world I ever trusted was my mother. And she had betrayed me so thoroughly, and I have nothing to go and find. She probably killed my real father too, just to make sure she could get at da-... Count Dracula. So do it, get this over with."

Malik wasn't looking at them, so Vlad could share an incredulous look with Ingrid. At a loss as to what else he could do to... make this easier? probably wasn't the right way to think about it, but this would be avenging Bertrand and the attempt on their clan, but also ease Vlad's conscience that he had tried to give him one last minute of the closest to emotions Malik had probably ever felt.

"Alright. Now? Or want one last roll in the... it's not hay. Roll in the grass?" Ingrid stepped back, and Vlad was actually glad - she was protecting the baby. Malik deliberated for about three seconds, and then Vlad had a mouthful of tongue and was being shoved to the ground. "I'm still pretty wet and loose, don't worry about hurting me." He managed to gasp out, letting his body react instinctively and in kind as Malik was grinding their hips together. It wouldn't do any good if Vlad was clearly unresponsive, showing just how much of a pity fuck this was.

Malik took the invitation quickly, barely discarding their trousers before he flipped Vlad onto his front and buried himself in one straight thrust. "Blood and garlic!" Even after Ingrid had fingered him open mere hours ago, Vlad was still surprised by the burn as Malik filled him. Still, he had offered this and it wasn't actually worse than the first time Ingrid had had him ride Malik, still loose and lubed inside and the angle allowed fucking excellent access to his prostate. Ingrid seemed content to watch Vlad being taken like an animal, smirking as he dug his fingers into the soft earth and bit his lip, feeling his fangs present as Malik thrust hard.

Knowing this was essentially his last act on the planet only made Malik more primal, grunting hotly against Vlad's ear and moving harder, deeper until Vlad was almost crying at the heady, exquisite blend of pain and pleasure burning in his ass. Still clutching the ground hard, Vlad managed to open his eyes and look up at Ingrid. It was so many kinds of sick and wrong that she looked aroused, lust blazing in those silver blue eyes as she watched her little brother offer Malik a dead man's last request in the form of a rutting, frantic fuck on the floor, still mostly dressed on their top halves. It was probably even sicker that her eyes on them was what made him come, spilling over the floor with a desperate, needy and high pitched whine.

The hips pressing into him stuttered, the telltale twitch and swell inside him preceding a stinging, filthy sensation as Malik came inside him. It felt like it was over too soon, like it went on for days, the last little spurts in time with the spasming muscles of Malik's abdomen until it was painfully, perfectly over. Panting against the grass, Vlad felt Malik pull out of him and heard his body hit the ground, letting Vlad scramble back into his jeans with a pained hiss before he turned to the prone body.

"I wish I could say I'm sorry for this, but I'm not." Ingrid helped him to his feet, no doubt aware his lower back was in agony right now and Malik cast one last, dispassionate look up at them, brown eyes surprisingly devoid of any feelings. No guilt, sorrow, anger or even hazy afterglow there. Just. Nothing. He was empty, a shell of the psychotic killer his mother had moulded in him. Dignifying him at least with eye contact, he didn't close his eyes as the power simmered in his hands, searching for the target. "This is for Bertrand." fell from his mouth without thought, the last thing Malik ever heard as lightning sparked, barely an intake of breath as the vampire disintegrated, dust settling on the grass.

Staring sort of disbelievingly at the ashes, he looked around in confusion when a breeze kicked up, blowing the remains of Malik Hellfire Vaccaria across the lake. "You're not the only one who can control this side of the mirror." It was the first Ingrid had spoken since they found Malik in the mirror room, silent through every revelation until now. "Would you rather it was his now? Since he's not our brother?" it was clear his sister was not expecting that question, a brief hint of how thrown she was before her face melded back to passive, unreadable.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Ignoring the leap of hope in his chest, Vlad rubbed at his aching back and tried to think. "I'm sorry for earlier. Are you still coming to Transylvania with me?" Ingrid grimaced slightly - she hated apologies - but nodded. "Better start getting ready, my birthdays only a week and a half away. I'll send word I want the Grand High Domicile ready for the night before, they are dying for me to move to 'the old country' and rule from the heart of vampire central."

Releasing the block on the mirror, Vlad turned to leave but was stopped by Ingrid, kissing him deeply and cold hands rubbing circles on the abused muscles of his lower back, leaving Vlad fighting to stay standing. When they finally stumbled out of the mirror, the vortex closing behind them, Vlad pulled her along to the blood cellar, his gait a little unsteady but after this (and after they told their father), they would never have to think about Malik again. The physical pain would fade, but the fact he had finally avenged his tutor completely would linger, lifting Vlad. Sharing a bottle with Ingrid, Vlad stared contemplatively into his glass. Their three was now two, though soon to become a different kind of three. Bertrand would probably have fitted in to this, and Vlad was acutely aware the man had never had the chance to be a father. For now, it was about keeping Ingrid's pregnancy hidden until they were in Transylvania. The rest could wait.

-YD-

This ended up longer and heavier and deeper (hehe *immature cackling* ) than I expected, and there's more threesome fun to come! (not with the baby though, ew). So even though Malik is dust, I have plans for the Dracula siblings all the same. When I next end up here... Which could be days, could be a month. Who knows!