This is still marked as on hiatus... I'll just change it to say complete when this and the last chapter is done.

I want to say I'm warning you for unrealistic straight boy conversion, but fuck it its fanfiction and I have a nerd-love for Piers like you wouldn't believe.

-YD-

"Can't we just hypnotize him to believe there's nothing weird about us having sex? And see what happens from there?" Vlad's voice echoed in her head, telepathy skipping having to say it aloud with Piers in the room. Ingrid's mind was still full of that first time, when all this had begun.

They had been arguing, Vlad angry about Ingrid helping get him engaged to Ramangas daughter and it had, as usual, ended in a physical confrontation. The more Ingrid remembered their fights before, the more it just seemed like foreplay. Vlad pinned her to the wall, breath mildly heated with exertion as he breathed "you'll never overpower me", victorious. Ingrid had been about to shove him away when she realised - he was hard. Not just a little, enough to play it off as his zipper digging into her stomach. Vlad was pressed against her, aroused and his eyes burning. Ingrid couldn't remember who had kissed who first, both sets of fangs clashing and there was the taste of vampire blood smearing between their mouths where skin had broken.

Vlad was still hesitant, that blasted good side slowing him down but Ingrid felt fire race through the cold blood in her veins, leaving no room for doubt when she grappled at his zipper, stroking at her brothers cock until he groaned, thrusting into her hand and dragging her to the nearest flat surface. His eyes were black, fangs down and blood smudged across his face and Lucifer have mercy she felt herself growing wet, aroused at the sight. Vlad inhaled deeply, tasting the arousal on the air and smirking down at her. He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking and gliding a hand up the thin material of her tights. "You want this? Want me?" He was taunting her - he wouldn't give it up until she admitted it.

He hadn't moved far, so Ingrid hooked her legs around his and pulled him into her space, pulling him down to her face with a hand on his collar and growling "fuck me". Vlad was surprised at how forward she was, evident in the way his hips bucked involuntarily and the way he kissed her roughly. It was twisted and wrong as her little brother tugged her tights off, a sharp intake of breath as his hand touched bare skin, teased at her wet hole until she was writhing, desperate for more. He looked at her eyes for a minute, checking she wasn't horrified they were about to do something they could never take back. There was a moment of silent intensity, then a blur of movement and then he was inside her and oh he was thick, stretching her open to fit him and Ingrid moaned aloud in surprise.

It was fast and explosive, and the table rattled ominously beneath her back as Vlad slammed into her. Ingrid should feel sick that it was Vlad arousing her so, her brothers cock that was driving her to the knife edge of climax but she didn't, she just let him fuck into her and revelled in his bruising grip on her hips, the way he was holding her in place to use her body. Of all people, it had to be him to find a submissive kink inside her, and Ingrid was so lost in the pleasure lighting her nerves up that she didn't realise immediately how big of a deal it was when his fangs sank into her throat, just as they both shattered, coming hard against the other and clutching tight at each other under the onslaught.

Vlad pulled away from her almost the second his body stopped spasming, her blood on his fangs and mouth and a mix of emotions in his eyes. Her neck hurt but her mind had caught up just enough to know what had happened - she had his first bite and holy hellfire they had just had mind-blowing sex. And Vlad was about to freak out, she could see that much. Forcing her still-twitchy legs to hold her weight, Ingrid backed Vlad up to the wall. He didn't bolt, but she could see him considering it as she leaned in, whispering against his neck. "Next time, you're mine." Vlad's breath hitched as he leant down and ran his tongue over the mark on her neck, whimpering quietly when she tilted her head to let him.

He kissed her again, testing the fact Ingrid wasn't about to stake him for what he had done to her. It was another week or so, while Ingrid's powers wavered and stabilised as they grew, before the two could even look at each other again. And longer still before Vlad could be around her for more than a few minutes, but it turned out he was being smart, setting up the room that kept what they were doing seperate. They made ground rules and limits and agreed to trade off, stipulating it was a secret, a way to blow off steam and leave it seperate from their real lives outside. That first time, Vlad had practically melted when Ingrid yanked his hair and bit his throat, the chosen one obeying her every command a power rush unlike anything else.

Now she thought about it, that was probably how that table broke when Vlad knocked Malik into it - from the next room - it had been put through its paces by the heated, animalistic encounter that started something neither of them could anticipate. It was mostly frantic fucks, biting and scratching and pain twining intrinsically into pleasure. But sometimes Vlad would soften his kisses, trace his fingers over her skin and whisper how beautiful she was beneath him. They never talked about it afterwards, and pushed it aside again and again. Even when Ingrid was pregnant and the Transylvanian castle gave them unending privacy to do whatever they wanted... She couldn't deal with it.

"No." Vlad looked over at her, somehow reading Ingrid's decision in her eyes and she could feel his crushed disappointment. He downed his drink and disappeared off, and Ingrid knew it would take one look to have Piers tripping over his new fangs to touch her. But she couldn't do it. Not because she didn't want to - the stocky Scottish new fang was oddly attractive now she looked properly - but because Vlad was part of it. Or should be. "You should drink and sleep. You're not done changing yet." Ingrid flitted off, down to her own crypt room for some much needed sleep that didn't involve Vlad wrapped around her.

Except... except she had gotten too used to it. His reassuring stillness, almost possessive hand on her stomach even as he slept. And blood and garlic, she missed the fact they almost always fucked when they woke up together, pushing aside the emotional aspect of sleeping next to each other to utilise the fact Vlad always woke up hard and ready and wanting her. Why did it have to be him she was so weak for? Why him who could make every pleasure receptor in her body blaze? Sitting in her coffin with a fresh bottle of B- (that Vlad ordered by the crate to make sure Ingrid was never short), she sighed to herself. The baby kicked, then shifted its growing body around inside hers before settling.

Ingrid remembered one of her moments of weakness, when it turned out Malik wasn't their brother and Vlad asked if she hoped it was his now, because then it wouldn't be a product of incest. And she hadn't said yes, she had let "I should, shouldn't I?" escape from her mind. Their close genetic relationship wouldn't actually hurt the baby, because vampires didn't get genetic problems that could survive the transformation, but it was still a shocking crime against vampire law. Though she supposed, given his position, Vlad could change that if he had good reason to.

If Ingrid went to Vlad and said she wanted a real, actual relationship, she had no doubts he would be ecstatic, elated. But she couldn't seem to find the way to admitting to herself what she wanted. She couldn't tell Vlad she loved him.


When he heard Ingrid leave Piers by himself, Vlad dragged himself back out to the half fang. He couldn't be left alone too much yet, even with Ingrid's thrall he might escape. "You didn't really bring me here for computer stuff did you?" Vlad looked up, a surprisingly clear set of eyes on him. "Not really. If I hadn't have said that, they would have killed you."

Piers nodded, still staring into his glass. "I know. And thanks. But what did you save me for? And does it have anything to do with the way you and your sister look at each other?" If Vlad had had a heartbeat, it would have stopped dead. "What do you mean by that?" He couldn't deny it, not sincerely. "You know exactly what I mean. Not to mention you smell like her. I'm not stupid you know." Sighing into his own blood cup, Vlad searched for words.

"It's complicated. We... I..." Vlad shook his head. He was the Chosen One, Grand High Vampire. He could do this. "It was just a way to burn off frustration, neither of us were going to tell anyone and it didn't happen that often at first. Then... then we got a new brother. And it was a mix of things, proving it wasn't more than sex between us and to be honest, he was cute. But he was also a total psychopath, tried to kill us more than once. Long, long story short, Ingrid's pregnant and we don't know which of us it was. And he's not actually our brother, and he's dust now. And we were making a joke about needing a replacement because I'm bisexual, and Ingrid likes being done two on one. Not saying you have to be that, but that's the cliff notes version."

Piers stared at him, open mouthed for a minute. "Right." Vlad realised he had never 'come out' before, even when he had come from Maliks cock in his mouth alone. Still, that didn't matter in their world at all. "That doesn't explain why you two look like you aren't sure whether to kiss or cry." Vlad gripped his cup, feeling it strain and forcing himself not to break it, placing it down. "I love her. I shouldn't, I know. But I do. And I don't know how she feels." it was easier to say this to Piers than to himself, because this vampire barely knew him and Vlad could always dust him if he started freaking out.

"And you're telling me a lot of illegal, disgusting stuff because?" Vlad shrugged. "You asked. And in brutal honesty? There isn't another person on the planet who I could tell all this to, and then turn to dust with no questions asked other than from Ingrid asking if I had at least seen you naked first." The Scot choked on his drink, looking at the door like he expected Ingrid to be there with a camera and a sex toy at Vlad's blunt words. "Excuse me?" Vlad kept his unaffected facade up, smirking. "You're under no obligation to do anything, but we both agreed you were a viable option before we brought you here. Think about it." He winked and shot off from the room, wondering if Ingrid was nearby and listening in but mostly making sure the doors and windows were locked up safely.

Piers didn't take long to follow him again, though Vlad could sense his hesitancy. "Is... Does it have to be both of you?" Shrugging, Vlad kept his body language as unthreatening as possible. "You don't have to do me too, but you would have to be comfortable with me being there. I'm not gonna sodomize you... without your consent." Piers' eyes widened, and he backed up to the wall. "I've never..."

Vlad was expecting that much. "This time a year ago, neither had I. I still came from Ingrid holding my head in place so another guy fucked my throat so hard I couldn't breathe." There it was, the flicker of curious arousal. "And it was Ingrid who taught me I could fucking love something in my ass because that girls hands are evil." Another flicker, the scent of arousal just tinging the air now. He was interested. Vlad stopped caring they were in a hallway, seeing the half fangs cock rise against his trousers, he knelt down in obvious invitation. "Close your eyes. Forget I'm a guy. Just try it." If he was honest, Vlad was aching with need right now - regardless of the fact he and Ingrid had fucked only a couple of hours before.

There was a heavy swallow of nerves, but Piers reached for his zipper, unfastening his trousers and closing his eyes. Vlad could work with that, using speed to stop Piers having the time to over think before there was a willing mouth around his half-hard cock. It didn't take much time for that to become a full erection, pressing the back of Vlad's throat with each bob of his head and spreading the musky flavour of precum across his tongue. When a tentative hand laced through his hair, Vlad moaned in encouragement until the fingers gripped tight, whimpering with want as the others hips became active, thrusting into Vlad's mouth now.

New fangs struggled with control, and Vlad wasn't that surprised when Piers twitched, his whole body stilling except his cock as it spurted, pumping come down his throat and Vlad barely stopped himself from filling his underwear at the feeling. And the sound Piers made when he came was fucking criminal, like he hadn't expected it and was suddenly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure. Swallowing the liquid filling his mouth down, Vlad pulled off to gasp for air, wiping the drool from the side of his mouth and adjusting his jeans over the barely confined erection straining there.

Amidst the scent of sex and male, Vlad could still pick Ingrid out in a crowd of thousands. Pressing a finger to his mouth at Piers, he indicated his head just enough before whispering "follow me". Whether it was his post-orgasm daze or curiosity, Vlad didn't know but Piers followed him. One of the empty rooms, previously containing a meeting table Vlad had smashed to kindling, had been repurposed. The bed he and Ingrid had had countless, mindblowing fucks on took up the space, blood and glasses lining a shelf and a couple of bottles of lube sat openly next to the fabric Ingrid loved being blindfolded with, the fang cuffs she locked Vlad into submission with.

Piers opened his mouth to say... Vlad had no idea, but he held up a hand to silence him. Ingrid was still behind them. He wouldn't force it, but she knew what it meant if she stepped through the door. Make or break time now.


She hesitated, just for a minute. Vlad wouldn't make her say it, she just had to turn up. But that would be as obvious as admitting it, and could she? Feeling the baby shift, just a little, they needed Vlad as much as she did. Placing a hand over the growing swell, the life she carried within, Ingrid squared her shoulders and stepped through the doorway. Piers and Vlad both looked at her, but she barely had chance to consider anything before Vlad's mouth was on hers. He tasted like soya, and the remnants of Piers' ejaculate but he still tasted like Vlad.

"Do you want this? Want me?" His voice sounded in her mind, their mouths still locked together and Ingrid couldn't breathe, couldn't think as he repeated the question he asked the first time they had done this. "Yes." His surge of happiness was tangible as he kissed her harder, ragged breaths warming the air between them when they finally seperated. Vlad turned to their new half fang, who looked torn between fear and desire. "What about you half fang? Running out to the sun or staying?" There was no denying the intensity between her and Vlad right now, and clearly, he had already known it had happened before.

"Doesn't look like you need me." Vlad turned back to her, question clear in his eyes and Ingrid nodded, letting her muscles go lax, submissive. Best not to scare Piers any more than they had already. "Told you, we wanted a number three. Ingrid, you know what to do." Piers looked momentarily terrified, but relaxed when Ingrid moved away from Vlad, shrugging out of her clothes and lying on the bed. Vlad was in for it when it was her turn, they both were, but this was probably the easiest way to ease Piers in. Ingrid knew she was perfection, uncaring of her nudity and slightly thrilled by the way Vlad was fully dressed, already hard and eyes raking over her body.

Vlad lost his shirt quickly, lean pale muscles stretching as his arms were over his head. He indicated to Piers to do the same, turning his eyes back to Ingrid but she knew they were both checking him out. Vlad was leaner, muscles more 'cut' into his skin but Piers was stockier, broader and just looked... stronger. "We take turns on who's in charge. Tonight, Ingrid is going to be a good girl and take it while I show you how to correctly appreciate the miracle she is. All the better to please her when she has you on your knees begging for mercy." Fuck, Ingrid knew she was in for something long and drawn out and probably intended to drive her mad with need.

He nudged Piers up onto the bed the other side of Ingrid's body, his eyes shining with a hundred feelings but lust and desire burning at the forefront right now. Shivering slightly under the intense stare, she was dying for them both to just do something. "Be careful not to pull too hard, but here's a good start." Vlad's cool fingers laced through her hair, tugging until it hurt just enough to make her wetter as he leaned down to kiss her roughly, his tongue dragging over hers and whimpering weakly when his fangs nipped at her lip. Piers had larger hands, his fingertips calloused from whatever he did with computers. He didn't pull as hard, hesitant but his mouth was wet and eager when he took his turn kissing her.

By the time Vlad was done showing him all the best spots to nip roughly at her neck, making her squirm and moan between them, Ingrid was barely restraining herself from grabbing them both and controlling them into making her come so hard she couldn't see. Vlad sensed it, smirking as he checked her eyes for assent before cuffing her wrists to the headboard, tracing teasing fingers along the exposed undersides of her arms before they reached her chest. "Don't break skin, but otherwise the rougher you are, the hotter she gets." It was cruel now she had no leverage, no hands to guide/shove them down or touch herself, trying to squeeze her thighs together for some relief but Vlad stopped her, kneeling to straddle one of her legs so she couldn't close them as two mouths sealed over her nipples.

Vlad had practice, knowledge on his side but Piers was new and eager all the same, his new fangs scraping over her sensitive skin as he sucked and tongued the peak on 'his' side. He had only made her come from this alone a couple of times, but with both of them practically devouring her breasts and pregnancy hormones sending her sensitivity levels somewhere in the orbit of space, Ingrid felt it all crash over her as she arched and moaned, trembling all over as she finally came. Piers looked awestruck, Vlad ravenous and heated. Quivering as Vlad dipped his fingers between her thighs, he didn't waste time swiping her arousal over Piers' lips.

He couldn't help but lick the shine there away, his face automatically turning to the source but Vlad was in control for now. His fingers collected more of her wetness, wiping it across his own mouth and leaning in so close to Piers he could probably taste it on the air, but gave him the option to close the distance. Watching Vlad with Malik had been appealing, particularly watching one or the other dominate or submit as they fucked but just watching Vlad kiss the hesitant half fang had her aroused, unsure if she wanted to be between them or just watch them fight for top, wrestling and writhing and erect...

"I think we lost her." Ingrid realised her fantasies were a little absorbing when they started talking again, but Vlad's eyes promised they were in no way done. They shimmied down the bed, pushing her thighs apart and both staring hungrily at her. "She's fucking perfection, isn't she?" Exposed and restrained, Ingrid had no way to stop them - well, she could say stop and Vlad would let her out in the blink of an eye - ogling her as Vlad leaned down, dragging his tongue over her clit but pulling away before she could even process the feeling. "Mmm, delectable. Remember Piers, where orals concerned wetter is better." Piers had short hair, barely enough for the job but Vlad gripped him hard and literally pushed his face between Ingrid's thighs.

There was no preamble before a hungry tongue was tasting her, and Vlad was just watching with no trace of jealousy, naked desire on his face as he watched Piers go down on her. His technique needed work but he was so enthusiastic it was arousing in itself, and Ingrid would have staked her brother if she could when he pulled Piers off her before Ingrid came, shoving his tongue in the other man's mouth to steal the flavour of Ingrid there. "Bastard!" Vlad's eyes glittered with mischief, stoking the heat burning inside her as he glanced at her shaky, needy body.

"I need to burn off the tension, then the real fun starts." Ingrid knew Vlad could come three or four times and still find the energy to get hard again, and he hadn't yet come since they had... fucked wasn't the word, but making love was a sappy and sentimental thing to describe the heat that built when their bodies were seeking pleasure from the other.

She was expecting Vlad to slide his cock in her mouth, rocking into the waiting heat until he came, and she expected that was his plan, but then the Scottish vampire was kissing him again, tugging Vlad's jeans open and fuck his broad, rough hand was around Vlad's cock and both Dracula siblings whimpered as he stroked. Vlad was already on the edge, and she knew his weakness for being held down by another's weight so she wasn't surprised he spilled soon after, bucking into the tight fist gripping his erection.

"Rule one. If Ingrid says stop, we stop. Rule two. Never come before your lady. Rule three. Get your fucking trousers off." Vlad took a second to recover his voice, then he was back in control and wriggling out of his own clothes, still half-erect as he held out his hand and the lube bottle zoomed into it. Piers had his trousers off and looked at the bottle in surprise and a little fear, but relaxed when Vlad dropped the bottle next to Ingrid, climbing over her body to kiss her again. Fuck could Vlad kiss, all teeth and tongue and soft and wet, rough and eager as he explored her mouth.

Arching her hips into his, Ingrid growled against his mouth in a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He unlocked the cuffs and Ingrid didn't hesitate to clutch at his biceps, biting back at his mouth until she felt him rock hard against her stomach again. "I bet you're still loose from before. No matter how much you get fucked you always want more don't you?" She knew what he was doing, wanting her to admit she loved the things Vlad could do to her body.

Piers shook his head when Vlad asked if he had done this before, so even though her muscles were still a little loosened from when he had taken her from behind, Ingrid was subjected to more torturous touching as Vlad showed him how to stretch her, prepare her to be thoroughly fucked. The process was similar enough that it would come in handy when they got him to top Vlad, because they both knew they would get him there eventually. Trembling in anticipation when Vlad finally slicked his own cock, Ingrid let them manhandle her into position as she straddled Piers' stocky hips.

His cock was longer than Vlad's, not as thick but her body didn't care, was demanding to know why the fuck they weren't inside her because there wasn't a reason good enough for them not to be right now. Finally, finally she slid down his length, Piers grunting in appreciation of Ingrid's wet heat surrounding his cock at last. Vlad's arm slid around her waist, holding her in place so he could guide himself into place, leaving her so full it made her nerves hum. "Look at you, wet and practically coming just because you finally have two of us inside you again. All tight and hot and desperate aren't you?" Ingrid could only whimper in response, because he was so right. One brush of his fingers over her clit and Ingrid was coming, clenching hard around the twin impalements and quaking.

Piers gasped in surprise as she squeezed vice tight around him, bucking his hips and the pressure on her already singing nerves was sublime. "Ready?" Ingrid mmm-ed, beyond words as Vlad moved, encouraging Piers into a similar, shallower rhythm until Ingrid was a writhing pile of nerve endings and cries of pleasure between them. Feeling the telltale twitches in Vlad's hips as he neared climax, Ingrid felt her own approaching and knew Piers wasn't far off either, not yet used to how perfect it was to be inside Ingrid and barely holding on as it was. Vlad's head dropped, fangs sinking into her throat and his voice filled her head in a whisper of "I love you" and Ingrid shattered, coming so hard she was sure she actually blacked out for a minute.

Vlad groaned against her neck when he spilled, whining as his hips stuttered and stilled, spurting thick and copious inside her as Piers grunted beneath them, following them into the realm of the satisfied as they all tensed and relaxed and realised how messy and sticky they were. "Nothing like a good, sloppy fuck to greet our new housemate eh?" Vlad grinned behind her, slipping out carefully and helping Ingrid dislodge herself, all three of them sticky and sated and probably exhausted. "Holy... I don't have words." Piers was the most awestruck of them all, but then it was all new to him. Vlad was the one to fetch blood and glasses, pouring Ingrid a goblet of AB+ but refusing to hand it over until she kissed him.

Piers got the same treatment, Vlad testing him gently now the rush of hormones was cooling. The Scottish half fang didn't shy away, but he did glug the blood down so uncouthly Ingrid was tempted to slap him. She just didn't have the energy. Vlad brushed a kiss against her temple, smiling softly as he sipped his own blood. She didn't have to say anything - she had turned up, let Vlad take her apart piece by piece and had a powerful orgasm at the mercy of his telepathic declaration.

It was all he needed, knowing Ingrid's abhorration for discussing her feelings ever. "So, Piers" the vampire rubbed his eyes before looking at Vlad, clearly fighting a yawn or something now "think you're gonna stick around? Next is Ingrid's turn. And she's pretty... primal. Creative." He looked between the two Dracula siblings, and they could practically hear the cogs turning in his mind for long, silent minutes. Finally, he nodded.

-YD-

this shouldn't have taken me almost three days to write... Fuck you writers block.