wow last chapter was just porn really... it was fun though.

-YD-

Adze suspected something. Vlad was absolutely certain.

Of course, that concern almost entirely vanished when Ingrid yanked his zipper open and stole what little brainpower he had left with her groping, squeezing hands. Adze could have been in the room for all Vlad cared as Ingrid's dress fell to the ground. Half the VHC could be outside and he wouldnt wouldn't notice as Ingrid's body accepted his, her knees digging into his waist and her mouth forming the most exquisite sounds.

But when she kicked him out and Vlad had showered and changed and slept, he felt Adze's eyes on him. He ignored it, preparing to go to Council and hoping nothing overly dramatic happened so he could go back to spending time with Adam.

If Adze suspected, Vlad reckoned Bertrand knew for sure.

He had already dropped hints he thought Adam was Vlad's son, but thankfully not to the boy. Else Ingrid would have ashed them both, then Adze and overthrown the entire vampire world. In a day. The tutors eyes would randomly linger on either of them, like the electricity between the two siblings could be physically seen.

Another vampire event or other - at this point, Vlad had stopped keeping track - rolled around, and this time in an effort not to stare longingly at Ingrid, Vlad paid closer attention to Adze. His wife swanned around, flirting shamelessly with a carefully calculated time frame for when she needed to be seen on her husbands arm. She seemed fairly indiscriminate about who she chatted up for the most part, but Vlad caught her attentions lingering on one or two vamps more than most.

One he didn't recognise except in passing. The other was Corbit, and when Corbit saw Glad looking, he saw the rarity of a vampire going pale with concern. He excused himself quickly, and when Adze turned to see why he watched the way she fought to suppress a scowl.

"Hey Vlad."

A voice to his left jogged his attention, turning to find her younger brother.

"Assan! Long time no see."

The teen vampire had no qualms about hugging the Grand High Vampire, though he did bow beforehand.

"I only just turned twenty one, so now I'm invited to these shindigs as part of the clan at last."

"Oh man, I'm sorry I missed your birthday."

"You're a busy bat, it's cool. Is that your nephew, the famed new Dracula heir currently staring at us?"

"Yep. That's Adam" Vlad beckoned him over, Ingrid close behind "Adam, this is Assan, Adze's younger brother."

Adam half out his hand like a true gentleman, shaking Assan's with a grin.

"That's a lot of names with A. Wow. Hi Assan."

"That's s good point. Hello Adam."

Ingrid's questioning look clearly asked why this introduction was necessary, but honestly Vlad just wanted Adam to meet someone who wasn't pure evil or a tutor. Though an overworked seven year old boy may think those were one and the same.

The two chatted lightly for a couple of minutes about vampire parties, at least until Adze made her next swooping round and the immediate reaction was to give her a wide berth. Assan politely excused himself, and Ingrid silent-forcefully removed herself anf Adam from Adze's vicinity.

"Should I expect you to be gone all day again?"

It would look to many as though they were exchanging loving words, Vlad keeping an easy - but fake - smile on his face and Adze tilting her head closer and at an angle, so nobody could see her scowl at him.

"I don't know what you're implying."

"I saw you with Corbit. I'm not blind."

Adze's fangs bared for a second, but they were gone again before anybody could be certain it wasn't just a smile.

"You're paranoid."

"More like hopeful."

There was currently no law on any book that allowed dissolution of their bloodbound marriage until one of them was dusted. But if anyone could make one, it was Vlad. However, Adze would never go for it. He needed her to want someone else badly enough to let him go if this was to end without a bloodbath.

"So you can pick up your own daymate?"

"No. So my skin won't be crawling knowing you're home."

Adze stepped back at last, glaring daggers for a second or two before her typical saccharine smile took over.

"We'll see."

She took off again to ensure they appeared to be the social couple as ever. Vlad needed a drink. He dug in his waistcoat pocket, expecting to find his flask of soy blood that meant he couldn't be offered a dodgy drink. He found the flask, but his fingers also made contact with something that felt like lace. The only person who had had access to his clothes since he put the flask in there was...

Ingrid. He had a vague, hazy recollection of her kissing sense clean out of him that evening, while she was waiting for Adam to finish getting dressed. He hadn't noticed her slip him anything, but he did remember her grabbing at his waistcoat.

Eyes searching for Ingrid, he found her smirking. Holy hellfire, she was definitely trying to kill him. Now all Vlad could think was whether or not she was actually wearing underwear, or if the nights choice of them was currently bundled up in his pocket. He didn't dare pull them out, that would have been impossible to explain.

As would him caving to the urge to go and hike up her dress to find out. He might have done it if Adam wasn't there. Nobody else's opinion mattered and Ingrid was probably confident and exhibitionist enough to strip naked in front of everyone. She knew she was perfect.

Carefully extricating the flask, Vlad took a deep swallow and tried not to think about whether or not Ingrid's knee length dress was all that stood between him and grabbing handfuls of her gorgeous ass. His fingers brushed against the lace as he put the flask away, reigniting the fire on his skin as he felt Ingrid's eyes on him.

When the endlessly dull party began to draw to a close, Vlad almost invited Assan to stay and catch up but realised that was an outsider who would notice Adze's absence and possibly Vlad's own as he spent the early hours in Ingrid's coffin. She seemed to prefer it that way, as it meant she could kick him out rather than have to dress and sneak out herself.

Adze almost stealthily escaped with Corbit, relieving him of that concern for the night. Vlad watched everyone else out, then made sure there were no stragglers. Ingrid's heated gaze kept him on edge the whole time. Once Adam was in bed, Vlad pulled out the lace still taking up space in his pocket.

"I think these are yours."

"Why don't you come find out?"

She didn't need to ask twice. Vlad followed her into her room, her mouth hungry on his own the second the door was closed and his hands eagerly exploring to answer the question. Finding only bare skin beneath her dress, Vlad pulsed with arousal.

"You went all night without these just to wind me up?"

"It was so funny watching you try not to stare."

Growling, Vlad took advantage of his unimpeded access and touched her, stroking her clit and enjoying the way she moaned into the kiss, clutching at his sleeves to stay upright as her knees trembled. He felt her grow wetter on his fingers, something that had amazed him since the first time Ingrid let him touch her when they were just teenagers. He could arouse her, her body actively encouraged his.

His waistcoat came off, clunking heavily to the ground with the flask still in pocket. Ingrid unbuttoned his shirt, dragged her nails down his chest until he shook. Then she was going for his belt, backing up so she could be lifted onto her coffin and moaning hotly when Vlad thrust against her, his freed cock pushing against her clit as their bodies pressed tighter.

Ingrid widened her thighs invitingly, staring into his eyes all challenge and control. She couldn't keep it up though, unable to stop her head rolling back, eyes closing as she made those soft whines when Vlad buried himself in her bodies perfect embrace. He was little better, the pleasure washing through his whole body and growing when Ingrid grabbed at his hair, her other hands nails sinking into the delicate join of neck and shoulder.

He grabbed her upper thighs, pulling her forward into a better position and giving Ingrid the fuck she had been teasing him into giving her all night. Her coffin creaked but he didn't care, primal instincts all they followed as hips met and slammed harshly, ragged breaths and curses filling the gaps between moans and groans. Ingrid was the only vampiress Vlad knew who could simultaneously just sit there and take it while still being completely in control.

She bit his lip so hard it split, licking the spilled drops of blood with a feral smirk that sent heat through Vlad's chilled veins. The pain was exquisite, melding seamlessly with the pleasure of Ingrid's satin grip on his cock and Vlad felt the climax edge in, Ingrid's nails sinking deeper as his thrusts lost their rhythm and he spilled, hips jerking with each spurt until he was spent, shaking against Ingrid who had joined him on the peaks of pleasure.

They may never have gotten on brilliantly as brother and sister, but Vlad knew he and Ingrid had never lacked in sexual chemistry or the fiery compatibility of their bodies. Hell, Ingrid had wanted him dead and still fucked him, which said it all really.

Ingrid seemed to deliberate on whether or not she was satisfied for the day, letting out a clearly involuntary needy whine when Vlad pulled out of her. Her face clearly said Vlad had better not mention it ever again, instead turning his attention to removing her dress and groaning hungrily when he found her corset beneath. He didn't expect it easy to fuck in one, would likely have been impossible if Ingrid couldn't survive without breath.

"I forgot how much you liked these."

"Really? Because you used to make me help you lace them up, practically rub my face in it then leave me insanely aroused plenty."

Ingrid smirked, leaning back completely at ease with the fact she had nothing but a waist-cinching corset from navel to breast. The material shoved her breasts up into the most tempting mound of flesh, but Vlad decided she wasn't to win this one and kept his hands lower down, squeezing the soft yielding globes of her ass and lowering his head to tongue at her still-sensitive clit.

Ingrid's body jerked in surprise, his own smirk taking over as she tried not to visibly react, torn between scooting away and laying there to feel the raw, painfully intense waves of pleasure. Sometimes she couldn't take it, other times she could.

Today it seemed she could, reactions becoming less violent and more encouraging as he held her thighs wide, tasted himself on her and ignored it - Ingrid hated condoms, it happened. It was probably how Adam had come about in the first place, because they had never used them and he knew she'd used other contraceptive methods before. One slip up could have been all it took.

Vlad saw the strain as she came, arching her back against the brutal grip of her corset and the steel boning audibly creaked. That was probably what led her to make him take it off her, though Vlad made her wait until he was done stripping himself, climbing up behind her to unfasten the taut lacing.

Ingrid managed to contain her sound of relief, but her body visibly relaxed when it was gone and Vlad reached to cup her breasts, Ingrid unable to quiet her sounds of pleasure as he toyed with her nipples and massaged the firm mounds. He loved how sensitive she was there, the eternal teenage boy in him delighting in the fact he got to touch her gorgeous breasts a whole lot.

She crawled forward, ass in the air for Vlad's viewing pleasure as she got on all fours, turning back to smirk at him. Vlad didn't need further instruction, kneeling behind her and pressing his renewed erection into soft and wet, groaning as Ingrid took him in inch by inch. He couldn't remember how he had gone eight years without this, without Ingrid swearing and whimpering in equal measure as he filled her.

"Fuck Ingrid."

"That's the idea little brother."

His hips jerked, shocking a low, throaty moan from Ingrid that set Vlad ablaze all over again. Leaning forward a little, he thrusted experimentally, testing the angle - they hadn't revisited this position since Ingrid came back, so he was still adjusting to how she felt so much tighter on him like this, the fact he had her gorgeous ass pressed into his groin.

Ingrid pushed back against him with each thrust, practically throwing herself back on his cock and seeking her pleasure whether Vlad was moving or not. He tried to match her frantic pace, finally hitting the right note as they moved in sync until Ingrid spasmed around his cock, crying out her pleasure and not the slightest bit embarrassed as Vlad felt his own orgasm build up and finally break open.

Vlad couldn't help noticing how some of the time Ingrid wanted him gone the second he could see straight, other times she seemed content to let the afterglow leech away in it's own time. Today she let them come down slowly, though she still kicked him out. Vlad put on his trousers and picked up the rest of his clothes, taking one last look at Ingrid's naked body. She smirked as he looked, not the tiniest bit ashamed of her body.

"Til next time little brother."

"Mhmm."

He left with a modicum of surprise. Ingrid had always seemed to allude to or expect there would be a next time, but she had never outright said it.

He went to his coffin in a surprisingly good mood, but when he had woken, dressed and shared breakfast with Adam and Ingrid, Vlad's night came crashing down as three carrier bats carrying heavy scrolls screeched outside his castle.

"What's wrong Vlad?"

Adam hovered, frowning at Vlad's anxious face.

"Three different Slayers Guilds reporting a surge of attacks... this is someone trying to undermine the cease-fire."

"Is that bad?"

"It could start the war I married Adze to stop. So yeah, it's bad."

The boy frowned more severely, turning to see Ingrid appear next to them.

"I have to go and deal with this... are you going to be alright alone here for a couple of days?"

"Does that mean I have to do the cooking?"

Adam looked surprisingly hopeful about his question, looking between Vlad and Ingrid.

"That's up to Ingrid. I can have someone come over if you need it, but I need to keep this cease-fire active or the world becomes a dangerous place."

Vlad could have sworn Ingrid muttered "boring" under her breath, but nodded.

"I'm sure we can manage. I kept him alive for years before you became his bloody bakery tutor."

"Alright. I'm sending Roqueloire over to watch you, because if I don't the VHC will pick for me and he's the only one I trust personally."

"Why do I need watching?"

Adam blinked up at him in curiousity. Vlad wanted to say a lot of things that would make Ingrid come after him with a stake.

"Because you're important to the Dracula line. If I'm potentially leaving Transylvania, you need protection. Don't worry, Roque just stands there looking serious."

Ingrid rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with the shift.

"What about tutoring?"

"Hmm. I don't want vamps in and out of the castle while I'm gone so... I'll have Bertrand come over tomorrow. Otherwise, it'll have to wait."

Adam nodded, pottering off to catch up on some reading.

"Since when do you make decisions for my son?"

Ingrid scowled, leaning against the wall and glaring daggers.

"Ingrid, I'm trying to protect him. Almost anyone who comes in could be sleeping with Adze and we both know she would get rid of him given the chance. If I can't be here, I'm not going to have a steady stream of risk factors in and out of here but I need to fix this cease-fire."

"Hmm. Shouldn't you be leaving?"

"I need to pack a few things, find where I tossed my crown since it's official business and all..."

"You still have that old thing?"

"It stopped being obligatory wear when it became mine before I was of age, so I don't wear it much but rules is rules. It ensures the Slayers Guild heads know it's me and not a shapeshifter."

"So it still only responds to you."

It wasn't a question, yet she was still somehow asking.

"It'll never stop. If I'm dusted, it goes to my closest kin. Otherwise, I have to hand it off completely of my own free will, it'll dust anyone who tries to take it by force. Very efficient for job security."

Vlad wasn't expecting it when Ingrid grabbed hold of his t-shirt, yanking him closer and kissing him deeply. She stopped suddenly just before Vlad completely lost his senses, leaving him gasping in surprise and arousal as she smirked.

"Off you go."

Shaking his head to clear the haze, Vlad zipped off to grab his bag, filling it with council robes and paperwork, finding his crown of power in the bottom of his wardrobe. Lacing up his combat boots in a sign of preparing for a long few days, Vlad tossed a couple of soy bottles in his back, a clean t-shirt just in case someone spilled blood on him, then accepted he was going to have to leave.

"Vlad?"

He heard the small voice, saw a young face peering around his door after a tentative knock.

"You can come in Adam."

The boy stepped in, wearing yet another Dragon-themed t-shirt (how many did he have?) and looked up at Vlad.

"What's up?"

"I... I uh..."

Adam surged forward, throwing small arms around Vlad's waist and hugging him tightly.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck and say I hope you're back soon."

Vlad almost cried. Swallowing the tears welling up, he returned the hug as best he could with a bag on one shoulder, enjoying the rare moment with his son.

"Shouldn't be more than three days, four tops. I'm pretty fast."

"Better be. Mum still won't be teaching me to cook."

Vlad chuckled, patting his shoulder as Adam pulled away.

"You got it kiddo. I better get a move on. You... do your homework. Eat your vegetables. Annoy your mother."

"Heh, I'll try."

Vlad headed back down with Adam at his side, treasuring the moment. Ingrid placed a hand on her son's shoulder, either possessive or showing she would protect him. Vlad wasn't sure, but hoped for the latter.

"I'll be back. Promise."

-YD-

breathers breathers everywhere and not a drop to drink