Anything At All
Aaand Part II! :)
Anything At All Pt II
Characters: Worth/Lamont/Conrad
Rating: NC-17 for sex, violence, cursing and explicit, unspeakable acts.
Synopsis: A not so quick look into a night with the boys to see how their relationship convenient arrangement is progressing. (Or, Conrad kicks shit, feels fat and screams, Worth is an asshole who likes getting punched while Lamont proves for a bazillionth time to be the most awesome thing in the room. With less bacon, but a morning after epilogue.)
“You came back. Why?” Conrad heard himself grate, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The vampire was still straddling Lamont’s lap, which was less appealing than it had been moments before. Hard to stay interested when Worth was being such an ass. Now he just felt tired. And angry. Why had he even bothered coming to Worth’s in the first place? The previous two weeks of decent were so easily erased by one night of belligerent abasement.
“S’my fuckin’ clinic,” Worth spat, “I c’n come an’ go as…as I please.”
“Yes but weren’t you happier? Out there? Where I am currently not???” the vampire grumbled, so quietly he doubted the doctor could hear him at all.
“An’ what the fuck’ve you done ta my fuckin’ kitchen, ya fairy queer.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake Worth,” Lamont chimed in, “lay offa the man, will you?”
“Man,” Worth sneered contemptuously. “The puppy’s a man now, eh? Since when?”
“Oh fuck you,” Conrad growled, jumping to his feet and shoving a finger against the inebriated blond’s emaciated chest. “I must be crazy. That’s the only reason I can think of to explain why I ever thought a night in your horrid company was any sort of a good idea!”
“Nono, fuck you,” Worth slurred, shoving his face closer to the vampire’s, eyebrows drawn down over his flashing, sunken eyes. “Waltzin’ in here like ya got a right ta mess with my shit, like I fuckin’ want ya here at all.”
“Well don’t you fret you pathetic junkie quack, I’m more than happy to leave. Don’t know why I came in the first place.” Conrad spun on his heel, storming over to where he’d left his coat. Fuck the dishes he thought through his haze of anger, not like I can’t buy more. The most important thing right now was to get the fuck out of Worth’s clinic. Leave before his anger abated enough for him to acknowledge any sort of hurt feelings he might be nursing. Admitting that Worth had that sort of power over him was something he was not ready to deal with. Not right now.
Worth blocked his path, though, teeth bared in a snarl, weaving dangerously. “Th’ fuck are you goin’?” he hissed, glaring down from his unsteady height.
“What the- out!!!” Conrad yelled.
“Do not jus’ leave your fuckin’ shit all about my place you fuckin’ faggot bitch,” Worth bellowed back, little flecks of spittle flying out to hit the vampire on the face, spraying his glasses. Conrad reared back in disgust, rubbing his sleeve across his face, trembling in rage as he sucked in breath to scream (or punch) something in response. He was distracted, though, by a feeling of sudden movement at his elbow. That’s right, Lamont was still there. Conrad had just enough time to register the large, meaty fist that connected with Worth’s nose, sending the blond flying backwards to the floor.
“Shit-” the vampire squeaked, caught off guard by the sudden violence. It didn’t stop there, either. He watched as Lamont’s dark, stocky frame stalked over to where Worth law sprawled, leaning down to grab the doctor’s fur-lined coat, dragging the man to his feet and punching him again. The blond’s head snapped back, blood flying from his nose in an arc to spatter on kitchen floor. Only Lamont’s hand on Worth’s jacket kept the man standing.
“That’s enough, Worth,” Lamont said flatly. Gone was the generally jovial aura the delivery man exuded, replaced instead by this cold, deadly-looking figure, brown eyes glittering dangerously in the room’s dim light. Conrad stood by nervously, unsure what to do. Fuck.
Worth raised his head, face cracked with a leering grin, flashing yellowed, blood-stained teeth. “Fff- ffuck yyouuh-” he slurred around a split lip. He started to raise his hand, fist clenched, probably to try and hit Lamont in return. Lamont caught the movement and responded by slamming Worth into a kitchen wall hard enough to knock an old calendar (1998, Sports Illustrated Swimsuit, Tyra Banks celebrating June with her green strappy bikini and fierce stare) from its perch across the room. He pinned the doctor, an arm pressed across the man’s skinny neck, applying enough pressure Conrad could see Worth struggling for breath.
“Enough,” Lamont snarled, pressing his face close to the bloody mess he’d made of Worth. The doctor’s hands scrabbled at Lamont’s arm, still grinning like a maniac. Conrad nearly missed it as Worth gasped, digging grimy fingernails into the hair-covered forearm holding him captive and mouthed, make me.
Conrad stood tense, arguing with himself whether he should bolt or try and break up the scuffle. (The fact he was also fighting urges to go over and start licking the blood from Worth’s face was something he thought best not to really acknowledge consciously. Or ever.) He probably would never have moved if Lamont hadn’t broken through his feverishly flying thoughts.
“Conrad,” he said, tone soft now, brown eyes sparing a glance in the vampire’s direction. “C’mere.”
The vampire shook his head, eyes wide. What the hell was going on here?
“No,” Lamont said softly, “it’s okay. We’re okay here. C’mon.”
“Wha-” Conrad cleared his throat, his voice coming out choked and breaking. “What are you, I mean, is this, um…” he trailed off, wide eyes plastered on the two men in front of him. He shifted nervously on his feet, still unsure.
“I’m not hurting him,” Lamont said, voice practically a whisper.
“Lamont, Worth’s bleeding,” Conrad snapped, “I’d say that’s pretty hurtful.”
“Heh, yeah, sort of,” the stocky man drawled, “but this is Worth, so it’s not like it’s real hurt.” He turned his head toward the vampire, small smile playing his lips. “If you come here, I can explain better.”
Conrad found himself edging closer where Worth was pinned, nerves screaming through him. Worth started struggling feebly as he drew nearer, only to be stopped by Lamont’s fist to his gut. The vampire let out another surprised squeak and halted.
“No,” Lamont said quickly, “no, look at him, Conrad. Really look.”
The vampire’s eyes moved, darting nervously, across the blond’s body. Now that he was closer, it was easier for him to gauge Worth’s physical responses. The doctor was panting shallowly, skin flushed slightly. His pupils were so dilated that the hazel iris was a mere sliver of a ring around the black.
“Does he smell hurt, Conrad?” Lamont whispered. “Is this an injured man?”
Conrad leaned closer, scenting the air around Worth. Under the stench of booze and unwashed skin, he could smell the man’s desire. He smelled warm and sweet. The vampire was unconscious of his eyes fluttering closed, the small shudder that ran through his slight frame. Worth smelled so good.
“He wants this,” Lamont breathed in his ear. Conrad blinked his eyes open, unsure of when he’d moved so close to the two men. “He needs this.” The vampire stood for a few moments, taking in the bloody mess of Worth’s face. The doctor’s lust-blown eyes glared at Conrad, but under the defiance, they seemed almost pleading. Begging Conrad yes, please, please hurt me. And really, Worth was a complete dick, but he just...he smelled so good right now...
First thing the vampire did was give into his own urges. He leaned toward Worth, snaking his tongue out to lick at the long trail of blood that was starting to dry on the doctor’s face. So sweet, so good. He could hear Worth try to grumble as he lapped across the man’s chin, cleaning it carefully. He was rewarded with a pleased hiss, though, when he reached the blond’s split lip and sucked it roughly into his mouth, probing the wound with his tongue, trying to make the blood flow faster. Managed to pull a full body shudder from the doctor when he pressed his fang into the warm flesh, sucking fiercely at the thick, crimson fluid the puncture produced. So good.
“That’s it,” Lamont crooned, nuzzling Conrad’s ear gently. The vampire drew back, breath shaky. Worth whined softly when he withdrew, trying to follow the vampire’s mouth. “Shhh…” Lamont said soothingly, reaching his free hand up to pinch the blond’s bloody lip, twisting it cruelly. Worth’s body jerked as he choked out a cry, blood oozing steadily from the wounds.
Conrad shrank back, the violence jarring. He’d known, of course, that Worth got off on pain, but this was different. It had always been, at least for him, about the blood. This, though, was blatant. This was hurtful. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Wait,” Lamont said, reaching toward Conrad, fingers stained with Worth’s blood. He grabbed the vampire’s pale, slender hand, pressing it to the front of the doctor’s pants, holding it there. Conrad could feel Worth’s cock, even through the fabric, so hard it had to be hurting the man.
“See how much he wants this?” Lamont purred into Conrad’s ear, leaning down to mouth at the vampire’s neck. Conrad made a small, pleased sound, rubbing his palm across Worth’s prick, smiling at the groan it pulled from the blond. He loved the reactions he got from the doctor, his responsiveness intoxicating. Still, though…
“I know he does,” Conrad sighed, pulling his hand back and retreating from Lamont‘s gentle ministrations. “I just, I mean, I like that he likes it, but this is, I’m not really, into pain.”
Lamont’s breath huffed out in a quiet, humorless laugh. “Conrad. I’ve seen you bite Worth plenty of times and like it.”
“This is different,” Conrad snarled.
“How? Because it’s me hurting him now?”
“Yes,” Conrad hissed. “I bite him for blood, for food. This is, I don’t even know what this is.”
“Oh come off it, Princess.” They’d almost forgotten about Worth. Two dark-haired heads turned to stare at the glaring blond. “Christ yer such a fag sometimes. C’mon asshole, gerrof of me.” He batted Lamont’s arm away, long, stained fingers starting to paw through pockets, no doubt in search of cigarettes.
“Oh shut up,” Conrad grumbled. “Pain’s not everyone’s kink.”
“No,” Worth growled, “it isn’t. But it is mine. An’ fuck you if you think I give two shits ‘bout yer opinions on it.”
“This isn’t about me judging you,” Conrad said.
“The fuck it isn’t,” Worth snarled, finally producing a rumpled cigarette which his promptly lit, exhaling a cloud of smoke in the vampire‘s face. “You know what? Coulda stayed out, was havin’ fun out there. I came back here to get laid. If tha’s not gonna happen, then just get the fuck out. Both of ya. Yeh know where the door is.”
“Look, I will not feel bad about this!” Conrad grated, hands clenching into fists. Anger that had only just started to abate flared back up with a vengeance. No one outside of Worth got Conrad’s blood boiling so easily, be it lust or rage.
“Well neither will I,” Worth sneered, cigarette bobbing from between bloody lips. “Oh, lookit me! I’m Connie! I’m runnin’ away like a fuckin’ nancy boy case my delicate sensibil‘ties get ‘fended. Heh, might be worth it ta see you try an' run, though. Would prolly set all yer jiggly bits movin'.”
Something in Conrad finally snapped. He launched himself at Worth, fists flying. Maybe it was the blood he’d drank from Lamont earlier, but he found himself moving faster than usual, easily pushing past the few punches Worth tried to land, slamming himself into the doctor and bringing them both to the floor, straddling the blond‘s bony hips. His hands immediately began flying, reigning a series of punches down towards Worth’s already bloodied face.
“Shut up!” he screeched, seeing nothing but red, absolutely out of his mind with rage. “Just shut the fuck up! I have fucking had it with you so just fucking. Shut. UP!!!” He barely registered when Lamont forcibly pulled him off of the doctor, worked into such a frenzy that he flailed wildly, trying to punch the delivery man as well. He screamed wordlessly, nothing left in his mind except a desire to hurt, break, kill. Hard to say what would have happened, how far gone he would have ended up, if Worth hadn’t forced his way past the vampire’s clawing hands, kissing him viciously.
Conrad’s response was immediate, visceral. He snarled into Worth’s mouth, fang tearing a long cut along the doctor’s tongue. Worth merely growled, long, bony hands reaching up to grab the vampire’s face, holding it in place as he plastered his long, thin frame against Conrad’s, lips, teeth and tongue pushing forcefully against the vampire’s own.
He felt his sanity seeping back, slowly becoming aware of the taste of blood and cigarettes Worth was pressing into his mouth. Of Lamont’s strong, broad arms pinning his arms behind his back. He groaned into Worth’s mouth, anger quickly transforming into lust, fiery need blazing through his body. The doctor moaned in response, pressing his body closer, arching against Conrad almost like a cat.
Worth pulled his mouth away, resting his forehead heavily against the vampire’s, breath panting out in small gasps. “Like that,” he whispered. “I need it like that. Please, Conrad, please…” Conrad nodded wordlessly, body trembling. He needed. Now.
Lamont, arms still wrapped around the vampire’s, started dragging him back towards Worth’s bedroom. Worth followed, hands working busily at unbuttoning Conrad’s shirt, groping at the skin underneath, fingernails scratching lightly. Conrad writhed in Lamont’s grasp, wanting to touch back. He felt the slight rumbling vibrating through Lamont’s chest as the man chuckled.
“Now who’s the eager one?” he smirked, gripping Conrad tighter for a moment, moving a large hand to roam across the vampire’s chest, nibbling again at Conrad’s neck.
Worth reached back and shoved at Lamont’s shoulder. “Gerrof,” he snarled, plastering himself again to Conrad’s front. “Let the puppy move.” Lamont laughed in response, but released the vampire, moving to pin Worth’s arms instead.
“If you insist,” he grinned, heavy lidded eyes sparkling with amusement. Worth started to growl something in response, but trailed off with a shudder when Conrad chose to use that moment to reach up under the doctor’s shirt and drag his newly freed hands down the blond‘s sides, finger nails digging deep into the scarred flesh.
“Clothes. Off, now,” the vampire growled, too far gone to bother with complete sentences. He pushed Worth’s shirt up, exposing the man‘s chest. Skin. Warm. So good. He ran his mouth along the bony surface, drinking in the taste of Worth’s skin. He bit down abruptly, just above the doctor’s clavicle. He needed Worth moaning.
He wasn’t disappointed; the blond’s thin frame jerked against him, a sharp cry pushing out through his bloodied lips. Conrad was vaguely aware of Lamont working to remove the doctor’s fur trimmed jacket, pulling Worth’s t-shirt up over the skinny blond’s head. Worth was twitching, whining softly as Conrad sank his fangs in again, this time lower down the doctor’s chest, heedless of the blood still dripping down over the man‘s collar bone. This wasn’t about feeding, his belly was still full of Lamont’s blood. This was about the pain of the bite. Seeing Worth like this, practically begging for it, pushed any reservations the vampire might still have about what he was doing out of his head. He needed to see Worth like this. He needed.
Conrad moved his hands down, quickly undoing the doctor’s belt, pushing the man’s pants down over his slim, bony hips. Worth kicked off his shoes, sending them flying across the room. The vampire jerked Worth’s pants the rest of the way off, bringing the doctor’s socks along with them, leaving the blond naked and needy. Lamont, still keeping Worth’s bandaged arms trapped in his large, hair-covered hands, looked over the doctor‘s shoulder at Conrad, smiling wickedly.
Conrad smiled back, reaching up to fist his hands in Worth’s hair, tugging the doctor’s head back sharply, exposing his throat. He ran his fang gently, oh so gently along the skin there, barely enough pressure to draw blood. He was rewarded by a whimper, Worth twitching restlessly in Lamont’s arms. It made him smile as he pressed his fang down in earnest, pressing deep, making sure to draw it out in a way that would tear Worth’s skin a bit more than normal.
Worth bucked, making Lamont grasp the man’s thin frame a little tighter. Wonderful little keening sounds were streaming from the blond’s mouth, his cock jutting up away from his body, flushed dark and already dripping. Conrad smirked as he saw Worth’s hips punch forward, unconsciously begging to be touched.
Conrad moved up to run his tongue against Worth’s lips, lapping at the wounds there. His hands gravitated towards the cuts on the doctor’s chest, digging slim fingers into them and relishing the way it made Worth whimper. He reached over to press lightly on Lamont’s shoulder, pulling back from the doctor’s mouth to meet the raven-haired man’s dilated eyes.
“Bed,” Conrad said intelligently, moving towards the stain covered mattress lying nearby. Lamont smiled and shuffled Worth over to it, drawing the man down, still holding tightly to the blond’s arms. Conrad crawled over next to them, immediately running his hands along Worth's abused skin.
Lamont leaned back and smiled. “So,” he drawled, “what to do about this asshole.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Worth snarled. “Just fuck me already!”
“You know,” Lamont said darkly, shaking the doctor briefly, “that mouth of yours is a fucking problem tonight. Conrad,” he glanced up at the vampire, “where’s that tie you were wearing?”
“Um…” Conrad blinked, trying to make his brain to focus on something other than blood, need, now. He scanned the room, spotted the striped strip of cloth lying in the doorway. He hopped up off the mattress and pattered over to grab it, looked questioningly at Lamont as he returned.
“That,” Lamont said to the blond, nodding his head towards the tie where it dangled from Conrad’s hand, “is going in your mouth.”
“The fuck it is,” Worth growled.
Conrad raised the tie towards Worth’s mouth and rolled his eyes as the blond clamped his jaw shut, glaring at the vampire.
Conrad stared at the man glaring stubbornly in front of him, considering his options, irritated at the delay. Dammit, he was not in the mindset to deal with Worth acting like a child throwing a tantrum! And really, gagging the man was a brilliant idea. He’d have to thank Lamont properly. Later. In the meantime…
Conrad finally leaned forward, smiling slowly as his free hand reached down to wrap around the doctor’s still hard cock. Worth arched up into his fist, head thrown backward, mouth open in a loud cry. Conrad swiftly used the opportunity to gag the doctor, tying the tie tightly around the blond, laughing as Worth struggled, curses now muffled by cloth.
“Mmmnfnnffgghh” Worth snarled.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Lamont grinned. “Not like it was doing you any favors tonight, anyways.”
Conrad crawled over to kneel in front of the sulking blond. He lowered his head to the neck wound he’d made earlier, digging his tongue into it, smiling at the doctor‘s sharp intake of breath. There were better things to do than sulk. Much better things.
Conrad leaned back just enough to remove his clothes, heedless of where they fell. He wordlessly grabbed Worth’s arms, holding tight as Lamont followed his cue and began shimmying out of his garb as well. He mouthed an unbloodied section of the blond’s neck as the delivery man undressed, letting his fang scrape over the skin, leaving thin, red lines in its wake. Worth writhed in his grasp, not trying to get away, but unable to sit still.
Conrad glanced at Lamont when he heard a small crinkling sound coming from the man’s direction. He looked up just in time to see the broad shouldered man fishing a condom out of his wallet. He saw Conrad’s raised eyebrow and shrugged in response.
“In case my dick gets anywhere near Worth‘s ass,” he said smiling. He cuffed Worth with a meaty hand when he heard the blond trying to growl something in response around the cloth in his mouth. “Hey,” he said sharply, “God only knows where your scrawny ass has been. I am not gonna put anything in you I’m not willing to chance falling off later.”
Conrad’s breath huffed out in amusement, migrating down Worth’s chest as Lamont resettled his grip on the doctor’s skinny arms. Blood had dripped down the blond’s front from Conrad’s earlier bites, the red a shocking contrast to the pale pallor of the man’s skin. Hungry or not, Conrad couldn’t help but lap at the warm liquid. Worth always tasted amazing, like candy across his tongue. Such a strange contrast to the man’s sharp, bitter personality. He paused when he reached a nipple, pebbled and flushed in a sea of scars. He quickly latched his jaw around it, pulling in as much of the skin around it as he could as he bit down. Fresh blood exploded in his mouth, making the vampire moan as Worth shivered underneath him, gag muffling the expletives he was trying to scream in response.
He raised his eyes up to see Lamont peering down at him from over Worth’s shoulders, face flushed and breathing heavily. The vampire drew back from the wound, blood dribbling down his chin.
“I need…” the vampire whispered. He was so lost in his world of bleeding and flesh, he felt like he was missing something. He begged Lamont with his eyes, asking the man to think where he could not.
Lamont nodded and smiled, open mouthed. “Okay,” he said softly, “okay. Go grab the lube.” Conrad moved over to the milk crate that functioned as Worth’s night stand, rummaging around in the box until he produced the cheap, off brand lube the doctor always insisted on using. He moved back to kneel in front of Worth again, snapping the cap off the tube and looking at Lamont expectantly.
“Get yourself ready to ride,” Lamont said breathily. “If Worth’s going to be a pain, we may as well get something out of the deal, too. Me in him, him in you. That work?” Conrad nodded, glad Lamont was willing to direct things. He was still so new at this, he got lost sometimes. Too caught up in making Worth bleed to really plan ahead.
He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, lowering his face back to Worth’s chest to try and cover his slight embarrassment at having the men watch him finger himself open. He bit down into Worth’s untouched peck as he pushed the first finger in, moaning at the flavor of the doctor’s blood as he began working to stretch himself open.
Two bites and two more fingers later, Conrad figured he was about ready to explode. He was trembling slightly, rubbing his fingers firmly over that spot inside him that sent sparks zinging up his spine. He moaned against Worth’s skin as he pulled his fingers free, craving more than just his own digits.
He raised his eyes again to peer at his companions. Worth’s head was thrown back, breath rattling out in shaky gasps, lost in his world of pain. Lamont was staring down at Conrad again, face flushed, rubbing himself slightly along where Worth’s body lay cradled against his solid frame.
“God Conrad,” he sighed unsteadily, “that was so…I need you to get Worth ready for me. I need in. Please. Now.”
Conrad lowered his still slicked fingers to Worth’s dry hole, trying to bite back a whimper as he shoved one digit in roughly, adding a second before the doctor was ready for it. Worth shivered and bucked, moving on the vampire’s hand, working to shove the fingers in deeper.
“Condom,” Lamont gasped, piercing through Conrad’s fixation on making the doctor writhe. “Get it on me, he’s ready. C’mon.” Conrad reached over to grab the condom off the mattress, tearing open the wrapping and reaching down to smooth it down Lamont’s shaft. The vampire grabbed the lube bottle again, squirting out a small amount to smear down the man’s sheathed cock, knowing he’d need it with how tight Worth was.
The vampire watched as Lamont worked his way into Worth’s body, holding the blond’s back tight against his broad chest as he forced his way in. The doctor was shivering in response, whining around his gag. Conrad couldn’t help but reach out to skim fingers over the wreck of Worth’s chest, breath catching at the sounds it pulled from the doctor when he ran his fingers over the bloody bites dancing across the bony torso.
He waited until Lamont was seated deep inside the doctor before clambering up to straddle the two men. He squeezed another small dollop of lube from the bottle he was still holding, reaching down to slick it over Worth’s straining shaft before guiding it to his still stretched hole.
He couldn’t hold back the small, needy sounds that spilled from his mouth as he felt Worth’s cock filling him. Yes, there was still a slight burn as he felt himself stretch around it, but then it brushed against his prostate and it was good. So good. He felt slightly unbalanced, perched as he was astride the two men, but when he looked down and saw the lost, blissful expression painted across Worth’s face, he knew it was worth it. Reaching out to steady himself on Lamont’s shoulders, smiling at the heavy-lidded gaze the dark-haired man shot him, Conrad began to move.
Conrad let himself get lost in the feel of Worth moving so deep inside him, in the keening sounds of Worth’s whining and the quiet, occasional grunts of Lamont. He dug his fingers into Lamont’s tan skin, loving the feeling of the solid flesh beneath his hands. He could feel the fire licking at the base of his spine, the beginning of something big and blinding. The scent of blood and sex and sweat filled his senses and he moaned, tipping his head back, drinking it all in.
His perfect moment was shattered, though, by the feeling of Worth pulsing in his ass as he came. “Goddammit!” Conrad cursed, nowhere near ready to come yet.
“S’okay,” Lamont gasped, twitching under the blond’s shivering frame, “just bite ‘im.”
“Wha-” Conrad asked, slowing his hips.
“No, don’t stop, bite him. He’ll keep going if he’s hurting.” Lamont shoved one of the doctor’s skinny arms towards Conrad’s face, the shift in balance nearly unseating the vampire. He squawked angrily, digging his fingers into Lamont’s shoulders to keep from falling, but still reached out to grab the doctor’s arm once he steadied himself.
He used his teeth to tear through the bandages circling the skinny forearm, not wanting to wait long enough to unwind them properly. He sank his fang into the first patch of exposed skin, pulling a loud cry from the blond. The vampire could feel the doctor’s cock twitch inside his ass as he slurped noisily at the blood that was pouring out. He groaned as bony hips punched up, pushing Worth’s member, which was showing no signs of softening, deeper, encouraging the vampire to move.
Conrad let himself get swept back up, still holding tight to Worth’s arm. He tore off the rest of the bandages, running his lips against the exposed skin. He plunged his fang in, over and over, heedless to the damage he was causing the doctor as he rolled his hips, working to take Worth’s cock deeper.
The vampire pulled back, lower face covered with blood, eyes rolling back as his breath came out in gasps. He was close now, so close. He forced his eyes back open to look at his companions, breath catching as he saw them.
Lamont’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, teeth worrying his lower lip, body trembling with exertion as he thrust into Worth. The doctor himself was lost to the world, head thrown back against Lamont’s chest, eyes slitted open but unfocused, face slack with pleasure. He wasn’t even making noises anymore aside from small, gasping cries around the gag in his mouth.
Gripping Lamont’s shoulder tightly with a white-knuckled hand, Conrad grabbed his own cock with the other, running his palm over the head, smearing the pre-come he’d been leaking down the shaft as he began to stroke. It wasn’t long before he was there, letting out short, strangled cries as he came so strongly the world blanked out, leaving him skinless and boneless in a sea of white. He was not even aware enough to register the cries of his companions as they were pushed over the edge along with him.
The first thing he noticed as he floated back down was a hand cradling his face, petting softly. He blinked his eyes open to Lamont smiling at him, breathing hard, hair matted with sweat. Conrad nuzzled into the man’s large hand, feeling blissful and hazy.
“There you are,” Lamont said softly. “Was wondering if you were still in there. C’mon, let’s have you move. Bed‘s got to be a lot more comfortable than bony old Worth.”
Conrad smiled, dredging up enough energy to slide off the two men, settling on his side and basking in the afterglow. He dimly registered the sounds of movement on the mattress next to him. He must have dozed off, because next thing he knew was a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling him awake.
“Mmwhu-” he asked blearily.
“Just cleaning up,” Lamont said cheerfully. Conrad muttered feebly as he felt a warm washcloth starting to drag across his face. “Huh. This might take a couple trips if you don’t get yourself up,” the stocky man said laughing. Conrad shook his head, trying to shake off the need to sleep. He worked to focus his eyes, starting when he noticed the drying blood smeared across his body. What the-? Oh, right. Worth.
The vampire sighed and struggled to sit up, murmuring quiet thanks when Lamont reached out to help him to his feet. He stumbled to Worth’s bathroom, trying to ignore its filth encrusted surfaces as he splashed water over himself, cleaning off the remainders of the night. He spent special attention to scrubbing at his face. Not having a reflection was a real pain when it came to cleaning up. At least Lamont was nice enough he’d tell the vampire if he’d missed a spot.
He stumbled back to the bedroom but pulled up short of the bed, looking down at Lamont crouched over the doctor’s still frame. The smell of antiseptic alcohol filled the room.
“Is he, I mean, will he be-”
“Worth’s fine,” Lamont said smoothly, interrupting Conrad’s worried spluttering. “Passed out cold, but that just makes it easier to patch him up.” He glanced up at the vampire, expression gentle. “Want to help? Extra set of hands is always nice.”
Conrad crouched down next to Lamont, taking care to pay close attention to the man’s instructions as they cleaned and dressed the doctor’s various injuries. Conrad was blinking back sleep by the time they were done. It must be close to morning by now.
“’M sleeping here,” he yawned, crawling under the rumpled covers close to Worth. Even in a dead sleep, the doctor still stirred at the presence of the vampire. The blond rolled to his side and threw a newly bandaged arm over Conrad’s chest, cuddling in close, breath puffing out in a small sigh. Conrad smiled broadly, setting his glasses aside as he heard Lamont’s quiet chuckling.
“And he calls us fags,” the delivery man snickered, sliding under the blankets to join them.
“You staying, too?” the vampire yawned.
“Too tired to drive,” Lamont replied, working to arrange a lumpy, yellowed bag into something remotely resembling a pillow. It probably had been, at some point. Calling it a pillow at this point seemed generous. Conrad had to bring them all something a little less disgusting to sleep on if they were going to keep staying the day so often. Once in a while was one thing but, well, these were strange times. You never did know what was going to happen.
He tried not to linger on the thought. He focused instead on the steady, even exhalations Worth was breathing into his ear. He emptied his head of all the night‘s events, letting the rhythmic, even breaths lull him into a dreamless sleep.
+ + +
Lamont woke, groaning at how stiff his back felt. You think he’d know better by now than to fall asleep at Luce’s place. The asshole’s mattress always did a number on him. He wasn’t a kid anymore, man needed some kind of support for his poor vertebrae.
He sat up, stretching his hands above his head, ignoring the various popping sounds the movement caused. Glancing over showed only Conrad still in bed, the vampire sleeping soundly, soft snores a now familiar sound. Lamont found himself smiling fondly at his bedmate’s still form.
Sleep had smoothed Conrad’s normally furrowed brow, the perpetual lines of frustration and anger erased, making the vampire look younger. Innocent, almost, even with the tip of his fang jutting out over his lower lip. Lamont paused, enjoying the quiet of the moment. Only when Conrad was unconscious was anything to do with the vampire easy. Not that the man wasn’t worth it. Lamont wouldn’t keep coming back if he wasn’t. He was just, prickly, sometimes. Not that Luce was any better.
Speaking of which, he couldn’t remember the last time the blond had been up out of bed before him. Maybe someone had kidnapped the doctor while Lamont and Conrad were passed out. That would have been less surprising than the man willingly getting up on his own.
Lamont wandered around the bedroom, finding his now rumpled clothes and throwing them on. He took the time to gather Conrad’s as well (minus the tie, which wasn’t worth trying to salvage), folding them neatly and leaving them next to the mattress. Something nice for the vampire to wake up to.
He wandered from the bedroom, leaving Conrad to sleep, hoping his old friend had some sort of coffee he could nab before he left. He needed to get going, figure out what stops he had to make today. Needed a shower, badly, but wanted to wait until he was home before attempting that. Who knew if there was even soap anywhere in the clinic? Probably not, with the way Luce smelled these days.
Lamont shuffled into the kitchen, then stopped in stunned silence, taking in the scene in front of him. Luce sat at the rickety table, head wreathed with the smoke drifting from his half-finished cigarette. The remains of the bacon pancake Conrad had so thoughtfully prepared for the doctor the previous evening sat close by, the blond already having eaten most of it. He was engrossed in the book he was thumbing through, instantly recognized as the dog-eared, outdated surgical textbook Lamont had managed to scrounge up for him. A cup filled with some kind of steaming liquid that smelled promisingly coffee-like was loosely grasped in a long-fingered hand, Luce pulling it up to his lips to sip from it absently. What shocked Lamont, though, were the dishes laying out to dry on the counter. The clean dishes. That the vampire had abandoned the night before, left undone. The blond glanced up sharply as Lamont started to snicker, arching an eyebrow and roughly exhaling a large puff of smoke.
“What?” he rumbled.
“Heheheh, um, hee-” Lamont let his eyes dart over to the dishes, then back to Luce, raising a hand to his grinning face in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
“The fuck’s yer problem?” Luce muttered, setting his drink down to glare at Lamont properly.
“Nothing! I, heh, I just, haha, if this thing with Conrad’s gonna turn you all domestic, maybe you should’ve started screwing him sooner.” He finally gave into his fit, clutching his gut as laughter spilled from his mouth, body shaking with its peals.
“Oh fuck you, asshole!” the doctor spat. “Jus’ didn’t wanna give the roaches another reason ta be here!” His angry denial merely spurred Lamont on, the stocky man laughing so hard he had to stagger his way over to a flimsy chair before his legs gave out, joining the doctor at the table. He wiped at his watering eyes, working to calm himself down to repressed snickers, failing when he caught sight of the furious stare his friend was pinning him with.
“Haha! Oh God, I, hahaha, next time take pictures. No one’s gonna believe me when I tell them you cleaned! Hahahaha!”
“S’not that funny,” Luce grumbled, glancing away and taking a deep gulp from the mug he was still clutching.
“Heh, yes it is. You, heh, you got anymore coffee?”
“Not fer you I don’t,” his friend muttered.
“Heh, asshole.” Lamont moved to stand up, figuring he’d grab some on the way home, when he spotted Conrad’s laptop, sitting suspiciously close to the doctor.
“Hey,” he asked, brown eyes peering down curiously at the brooding blond, “were you messing with Conrad’s stuff?” The face-splitting grin Luce leveled at him more than answered his question, was enough to get him giggling again. “Heh, should I even ask?”
“S’amazing what porn the innernet has,” the blond leered. “Le’s jus’ say the fag’s never gonna look at housewives, horses an’ Disney ’toons the same again.”
Lamont figured, as he gasped for breath after ten minutes or so of uninterrupted mirth, that if Luce had to deal with him passing out from laughing too long, the doctor would have no one but himself to blame.
Anything At All Pt II
Characters: Worth/Lamont/Conrad
Rating: NC-17 for sex, violence, cursing and explicit, unspeakable acts.
Synopsis: A not so quick look into a night with the boys to see how their relationship convenient arrangement is progressing. (Or, Conrad kicks shit, feels fat and screams, Worth is an asshole who likes getting punched while Lamont proves for a bazillionth time to be the most awesome thing in the room. With less bacon, but a morning after epilogue.)
“You came back. Why?” Conrad heard himself grate, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The vampire was still straddling Lamont’s lap, which was less appealing than it had been moments before. Hard to stay interested when Worth was being such an ass. Now he just felt tired. And angry. Why had he even bothered coming to Worth’s in the first place? The previous two weeks of decent were so easily erased by one night of belligerent abasement.
“S’my fuckin’ clinic,” Worth spat, “I c’n come an’ go as…as I please.”
“Yes but weren’t you happier? Out there? Where I am currently not???” the vampire grumbled, so quietly he doubted the doctor could hear him at all.
“An’ what the fuck’ve you done ta my fuckin’ kitchen, ya fairy queer.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake Worth,” Lamont chimed in, “lay offa the man, will you?”
“Man,” Worth sneered contemptuously. “The puppy’s a man now, eh? Since when?”
“Oh fuck you,” Conrad growled, jumping to his feet and shoving a finger against the inebriated blond’s emaciated chest. “I must be crazy. That’s the only reason I can think of to explain why I ever thought a night in your horrid company was any sort of a good idea!”
“Nono, fuck you,” Worth slurred, shoving his face closer to the vampire’s, eyebrows drawn down over his flashing, sunken eyes. “Waltzin’ in here like ya got a right ta mess with my shit, like I fuckin’ want ya here at all.”
“Well don’t you fret you pathetic junkie quack, I’m more than happy to leave. Don’t know why I came in the first place.” Conrad spun on his heel, storming over to where he’d left his coat. Fuck the dishes he thought through his haze of anger, not like I can’t buy more. The most important thing right now was to get the fuck out of Worth’s clinic. Leave before his anger abated enough for him to acknowledge any sort of hurt feelings he might be nursing. Admitting that Worth had that sort of power over him was something he was not ready to deal with. Not right now.
Worth blocked his path, though, teeth bared in a snarl, weaving dangerously. “Th’ fuck are you goin’?” he hissed, glaring down from his unsteady height.
“What the- out!!!” Conrad yelled.
“Do not jus’ leave your fuckin’ shit all about my place you fuckin’ faggot bitch,” Worth bellowed back, little flecks of spittle flying out to hit the vampire on the face, spraying his glasses. Conrad reared back in disgust, rubbing his sleeve across his face, trembling in rage as he sucked in breath to scream (or punch) something in response. He was distracted, though, by a feeling of sudden movement at his elbow. That’s right, Lamont was still there. Conrad had just enough time to register the large, meaty fist that connected with Worth’s nose, sending the blond flying backwards to the floor.
“Shit-” the vampire squeaked, caught off guard by the sudden violence. It didn’t stop there, either. He watched as Lamont’s dark, stocky frame stalked over to where Worth law sprawled, leaning down to grab the doctor’s fur-lined coat, dragging the man to his feet and punching him again. The blond’s head snapped back, blood flying from his nose in an arc to spatter on kitchen floor. Only Lamont’s hand on Worth’s jacket kept the man standing.
“That’s enough, Worth,” Lamont said flatly. Gone was the generally jovial aura the delivery man exuded, replaced instead by this cold, deadly-looking figure, brown eyes glittering dangerously in the room’s dim light. Conrad stood by nervously, unsure what to do. Fuck.
Worth raised his head, face cracked with a leering grin, flashing yellowed, blood-stained teeth. “Fff- ffuck yyouuh-” he slurred around a split lip. He started to raise his hand, fist clenched, probably to try and hit Lamont in return. Lamont caught the movement and responded by slamming Worth into a kitchen wall hard enough to knock an old calendar (1998, Sports Illustrated Swimsuit, Tyra Banks celebrating June with her green strappy bikini and fierce stare) from its perch across the room. He pinned the doctor, an arm pressed across the man’s skinny neck, applying enough pressure Conrad could see Worth struggling for breath.
“Enough,” Lamont snarled, pressing his face close to the bloody mess he’d made of Worth. The doctor’s hands scrabbled at Lamont’s arm, still grinning like a maniac. Conrad nearly missed it as Worth gasped, digging grimy fingernails into the hair-covered forearm holding him captive and mouthed, make me.
Conrad stood tense, arguing with himself whether he should bolt or try and break up the scuffle. (The fact he was also fighting urges to go over and start licking the blood from Worth’s face was something he thought best not to really acknowledge consciously. Or ever.) He probably would never have moved if Lamont hadn’t broken through his feverishly flying thoughts.
“Conrad,” he said, tone soft now, brown eyes sparing a glance in the vampire’s direction. “C’mere.”
The vampire shook his head, eyes wide. What the hell was going on here?
“No,” Lamont said softly, “it’s okay. We’re okay here. C’mon.”
“Wha-” Conrad cleared his throat, his voice coming out choked and breaking. “What are you, I mean, is this, um…” he trailed off, wide eyes plastered on the two men in front of him. He shifted nervously on his feet, still unsure.
“I’m not hurting him,” Lamont said, voice practically a whisper.
“Lamont, Worth’s bleeding,” Conrad snapped, “I’d say that’s pretty hurtful.”
“Heh, yeah, sort of,” the stocky man drawled, “but this is Worth, so it’s not like it’s real hurt.” He turned his head toward the vampire, small smile playing his lips. “If you come here, I can explain better.”
Conrad found himself edging closer where Worth was pinned, nerves screaming through him. Worth started struggling feebly as he drew nearer, only to be stopped by Lamont’s fist to his gut. The vampire let out another surprised squeak and halted.
“No,” Lamont said quickly, “no, look at him, Conrad. Really look.”
The vampire’s eyes moved, darting nervously, across the blond’s body. Now that he was closer, it was easier for him to gauge Worth’s physical responses. The doctor was panting shallowly, skin flushed slightly. His pupils were so dilated that the hazel iris was a mere sliver of a ring around the black.
“Does he smell hurt, Conrad?” Lamont whispered. “Is this an injured man?”
Conrad leaned closer, scenting the air around Worth. Under the stench of booze and unwashed skin, he could smell the man’s desire. He smelled warm and sweet. The vampire was unconscious of his eyes fluttering closed, the small shudder that ran through his slight frame. Worth smelled so good.
“He wants this,” Lamont breathed in his ear. Conrad blinked his eyes open, unsure of when he’d moved so close to the two men. “He needs this.” The vampire stood for a few moments, taking in the bloody mess of Worth’s face. The doctor’s lust-blown eyes glared at Conrad, but under the defiance, they seemed almost pleading. Begging Conrad yes, please, please hurt me. And really, Worth was a complete dick, but he just...he smelled so good right now...
First thing the vampire did was give into his own urges. He leaned toward Worth, snaking his tongue out to lick at the long trail of blood that was starting to dry on the doctor’s face. So sweet, so good. He could hear Worth try to grumble as he lapped across the man’s chin, cleaning it carefully. He was rewarded with a pleased hiss, though, when he reached the blond’s split lip and sucked it roughly into his mouth, probing the wound with his tongue, trying to make the blood flow faster. Managed to pull a full body shudder from the doctor when he pressed his fang into the warm flesh, sucking fiercely at the thick, crimson fluid the puncture produced. So good.
“That’s it,” Lamont crooned, nuzzling Conrad’s ear gently. The vampire drew back, breath shaky. Worth whined softly when he withdrew, trying to follow the vampire’s mouth. “Shhh…” Lamont said soothingly, reaching his free hand up to pinch the blond’s bloody lip, twisting it cruelly. Worth’s body jerked as he choked out a cry, blood oozing steadily from the wounds.
Conrad shrank back, the violence jarring. He’d known, of course, that Worth got off on pain, but this was different. It had always been, at least for him, about the blood. This, though, was blatant. This was hurtful. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Wait,” Lamont said, reaching toward Conrad, fingers stained with Worth’s blood. He grabbed the vampire’s pale, slender hand, pressing it to the front of the doctor’s pants, holding it there. Conrad could feel Worth’s cock, even through the fabric, so hard it had to be hurting the man.
“See how much he wants this?” Lamont purred into Conrad’s ear, leaning down to mouth at the vampire’s neck. Conrad made a small, pleased sound, rubbing his palm across Worth’s prick, smiling at the groan it pulled from the blond. He loved the reactions he got from the doctor, his responsiveness intoxicating. Still, though…
“I know he does,” Conrad sighed, pulling his hand back and retreating from Lamont‘s gentle ministrations. “I just, I mean, I like that he likes it, but this is, I’m not really, into pain.”
Lamont’s breath huffed out in a quiet, humorless laugh. “Conrad. I’ve seen you bite Worth plenty of times and like it.”
“This is different,” Conrad snarled.
“How? Because it’s me hurting him now?”
“Yes,” Conrad hissed. “I bite him for blood, for food. This is, I don’t even know what this is.”
“Oh come off it, Princess.” They’d almost forgotten about Worth. Two dark-haired heads turned to stare at the glaring blond. “Christ yer such a fag sometimes. C’mon asshole, gerrof of me.” He batted Lamont’s arm away, long, stained fingers starting to paw through pockets, no doubt in search of cigarettes.
“Oh shut up,” Conrad grumbled. “Pain’s not everyone’s kink.”
“No,” Worth growled, “it isn’t. But it is mine. An’ fuck you if you think I give two shits ‘bout yer opinions on it.”
“This isn’t about me judging you,” Conrad said.
“The fuck it isn’t,” Worth snarled, finally producing a rumpled cigarette which his promptly lit, exhaling a cloud of smoke in the vampire‘s face. “You know what? Coulda stayed out, was havin’ fun out there. I came back here to get laid. If tha’s not gonna happen, then just get the fuck out. Both of ya. Yeh know where the door is.”
“Look, I will not feel bad about this!” Conrad grated, hands clenching into fists. Anger that had only just started to abate flared back up with a vengeance. No one outside of Worth got Conrad’s blood boiling so easily, be it lust or rage.
“Well neither will I,” Worth sneered, cigarette bobbing from between bloody lips. “Oh, lookit me! I’m Connie! I’m runnin’ away like a fuckin’ nancy boy case my delicate sensibil‘ties get ‘fended. Heh, might be worth it ta see you try an' run, though. Would prolly set all yer jiggly bits movin'.”
Something in Conrad finally snapped. He launched himself at Worth, fists flying. Maybe it was the blood he’d drank from Lamont earlier, but he found himself moving faster than usual, easily pushing past the few punches Worth tried to land, slamming himself into the doctor and bringing them both to the floor, straddling the blond‘s bony hips. His hands immediately began flying, reigning a series of punches down towards Worth’s already bloodied face.
“Shut up!” he screeched, seeing nothing but red, absolutely out of his mind with rage. “Just shut the fuck up! I have fucking had it with you so just fucking. Shut. UP!!!” He barely registered when Lamont forcibly pulled him off of the doctor, worked into such a frenzy that he flailed wildly, trying to punch the delivery man as well. He screamed wordlessly, nothing left in his mind except a desire to hurt, break, kill. Hard to say what would have happened, how far gone he would have ended up, if Worth hadn’t forced his way past the vampire’s clawing hands, kissing him viciously.
Conrad’s response was immediate, visceral. He snarled into Worth’s mouth, fang tearing a long cut along the doctor’s tongue. Worth merely growled, long, bony hands reaching up to grab the vampire’s face, holding it in place as he plastered his long, thin frame against Conrad’s, lips, teeth and tongue pushing forcefully against the vampire’s own.
He felt his sanity seeping back, slowly becoming aware of the taste of blood and cigarettes Worth was pressing into his mouth. Of Lamont’s strong, broad arms pinning his arms behind his back. He groaned into Worth’s mouth, anger quickly transforming into lust, fiery need blazing through his body. The doctor moaned in response, pressing his body closer, arching against Conrad almost like a cat.
Worth pulled his mouth away, resting his forehead heavily against the vampire’s, breath panting out in small gasps. “Like that,” he whispered. “I need it like that. Please, Conrad, please…” Conrad nodded wordlessly, body trembling. He needed. Now.
Lamont, arms still wrapped around the vampire’s, started dragging him back towards Worth’s bedroom. Worth followed, hands working busily at unbuttoning Conrad’s shirt, groping at the skin underneath, fingernails scratching lightly. Conrad writhed in Lamont’s grasp, wanting to touch back. He felt the slight rumbling vibrating through Lamont’s chest as the man chuckled.
“Now who’s the eager one?” he smirked, gripping Conrad tighter for a moment, moving a large hand to roam across the vampire’s chest, nibbling again at Conrad’s neck.
Worth reached back and shoved at Lamont’s shoulder. “Gerrof,” he snarled, plastering himself again to Conrad’s front. “Let the puppy move.” Lamont laughed in response, but released the vampire, moving to pin Worth’s arms instead.
“If you insist,” he grinned, heavy lidded eyes sparkling with amusement. Worth started to growl something in response, but trailed off with a shudder when Conrad chose to use that moment to reach up under the doctor’s shirt and drag his newly freed hands down the blond‘s sides, finger nails digging deep into the scarred flesh.
“Clothes. Off, now,” the vampire growled, too far gone to bother with complete sentences. He pushed Worth’s shirt up, exposing the man‘s chest. Skin. Warm. So good. He ran his mouth along the bony surface, drinking in the taste of Worth’s skin. He bit down abruptly, just above the doctor’s clavicle. He needed Worth moaning.
He wasn’t disappointed; the blond’s thin frame jerked against him, a sharp cry pushing out through his bloodied lips. Conrad was vaguely aware of Lamont working to remove the doctor’s fur trimmed jacket, pulling Worth’s t-shirt up over the skinny blond’s head. Worth was twitching, whining softly as Conrad sank his fangs in again, this time lower down the doctor’s chest, heedless of the blood still dripping down over the man‘s collar bone. This wasn’t about feeding, his belly was still full of Lamont’s blood. This was about the pain of the bite. Seeing Worth like this, practically begging for it, pushed any reservations the vampire might still have about what he was doing out of his head. He needed to see Worth like this. He needed.
Conrad moved his hands down, quickly undoing the doctor’s belt, pushing the man’s pants down over his slim, bony hips. Worth kicked off his shoes, sending them flying across the room. The vampire jerked Worth’s pants the rest of the way off, bringing the doctor’s socks along with them, leaving the blond naked and needy. Lamont, still keeping Worth’s bandaged arms trapped in his large, hair-covered hands, looked over the doctor‘s shoulder at Conrad, smiling wickedly.
Conrad smiled back, reaching up to fist his hands in Worth’s hair, tugging the doctor’s head back sharply, exposing his throat. He ran his fang gently, oh so gently along the skin there, barely enough pressure to draw blood. He was rewarded by a whimper, Worth twitching restlessly in Lamont’s arms. It made him smile as he pressed his fang down in earnest, pressing deep, making sure to draw it out in a way that would tear Worth’s skin a bit more than normal.
Worth bucked, making Lamont grasp the man’s thin frame a little tighter. Wonderful little keening sounds were streaming from the blond’s mouth, his cock jutting up away from his body, flushed dark and already dripping. Conrad smirked as he saw Worth’s hips punch forward, unconsciously begging to be touched.
Conrad moved up to run his tongue against Worth’s lips, lapping at the wounds there. His hands gravitated towards the cuts on the doctor’s chest, digging slim fingers into them and relishing the way it made Worth whimper. He reached over to press lightly on Lamont’s shoulder, pulling back from the doctor’s mouth to meet the raven-haired man’s dilated eyes.
“Bed,” Conrad said intelligently, moving towards the stain covered mattress lying nearby. Lamont smiled and shuffled Worth over to it, drawing the man down, still holding tightly to the blond’s arms. Conrad crawled over next to them, immediately running his hands along Worth's abused skin.
Lamont leaned back and smiled. “So,” he drawled, “what to do about this asshole.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Worth snarled. “Just fuck me already!”
“You know,” Lamont said darkly, shaking the doctor briefly, “that mouth of yours is a fucking problem tonight. Conrad,” he glanced up at the vampire, “where’s that tie you were wearing?”
“Um…” Conrad blinked, trying to make his brain to focus on something other than blood, need, now. He scanned the room, spotted the striped strip of cloth lying in the doorway. He hopped up off the mattress and pattered over to grab it, looked questioningly at Lamont as he returned.
“That,” Lamont said to the blond, nodding his head towards the tie where it dangled from Conrad’s hand, “is going in your mouth.”
“The fuck it is,” Worth growled.
Conrad raised the tie towards Worth’s mouth and rolled his eyes as the blond clamped his jaw shut, glaring at the vampire.
Conrad stared at the man glaring stubbornly in front of him, considering his options, irritated at the delay. Dammit, he was not in the mindset to deal with Worth acting like a child throwing a tantrum! And really, gagging the man was a brilliant idea. He’d have to thank Lamont properly. Later. In the meantime…
Conrad finally leaned forward, smiling slowly as his free hand reached down to wrap around the doctor’s still hard cock. Worth arched up into his fist, head thrown backward, mouth open in a loud cry. Conrad swiftly used the opportunity to gag the doctor, tying the tie tightly around the blond, laughing as Worth struggled, curses now muffled by cloth.
“Mmmnfnnffgghh” Worth snarled.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Lamont grinned. “Not like it was doing you any favors tonight, anyways.”
Conrad crawled over to kneel in front of the sulking blond. He lowered his head to the neck wound he’d made earlier, digging his tongue into it, smiling at the doctor‘s sharp intake of breath. There were better things to do than sulk. Much better things.
Conrad leaned back just enough to remove his clothes, heedless of where they fell. He wordlessly grabbed Worth’s arms, holding tight as Lamont followed his cue and began shimmying out of his garb as well. He mouthed an unbloodied section of the blond’s neck as the delivery man undressed, letting his fang scrape over the skin, leaving thin, red lines in its wake. Worth writhed in his grasp, not trying to get away, but unable to sit still.
Conrad glanced at Lamont when he heard a small crinkling sound coming from the man’s direction. He looked up just in time to see the broad shouldered man fishing a condom out of his wallet. He saw Conrad’s raised eyebrow and shrugged in response.
“In case my dick gets anywhere near Worth‘s ass,” he said smiling. He cuffed Worth with a meaty hand when he heard the blond trying to growl something in response around the cloth in his mouth. “Hey,” he said sharply, “God only knows where your scrawny ass has been. I am not gonna put anything in you I’m not willing to chance falling off later.”
Conrad’s breath huffed out in amusement, migrating down Worth’s chest as Lamont resettled his grip on the doctor’s skinny arms. Blood had dripped down the blond’s front from Conrad’s earlier bites, the red a shocking contrast to the pale pallor of the man’s skin. Hungry or not, Conrad couldn’t help but lap at the warm liquid. Worth always tasted amazing, like candy across his tongue. Such a strange contrast to the man’s sharp, bitter personality. He paused when he reached a nipple, pebbled and flushed in a sea of scars. He quickly latched his jaw around it, pulling in as much of the skin around it as he could as he bit down. Fresh blood exploded in his mouth, making the vampire moan as Worth shivered underneath him, gag muffling the expletives he was trying to scream in response.
He raised his eyes up to see Lamont peering down at him from over Worth’s shoulders, face flushed and breathing heavily. The vampire drew back from the wound, blood dribbling down his chin.
“I need…” the vampire whispered. He was so lost in his world of bleeding and flesh, he felt like he was missing something. He begged Lamont with his eyes, asking the man to think where he could not.
Lamont nodded and smiled, open mouthed. “Okay,” he said softly, “okay. Go grab the lube.” Conrad moved over to the milk crate that functioned as Worth’s night stand, rummaging around in the box until he produced the cheap, off brand lube the doctor always insisted on using. He moved back to kneel in front of Worth again, snapping the cap off the tube and looking at Lamont expectantly.
“Get yourself ready to ride,” Lamont said breathily. “If Worth’s going to be a pain, we may as well get something out of the deal, too. Me in him, him in you. That work?” Conrad nodded, glad Lamont was willing to direct things. He was still so new at this, he got lost sometimes. Too caught up in making Worth bleed to really plan ahead.
He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, lowering his face back to Worth’s chest to try and cover his slight embarrassment at having the men watch him finger himself open. He bit down into Worth’s untouched peck as he pushed the first finger in, moaning at the flavor of the doctor’s blood as he began working to stretch himself open.
Two bites and two more fingers later, Conrad figured he was about ready to explode. He was trembling slightly, rubbing his fingers firmly over that spot inside him that sent sparks zinging up his spine. He moaned against Worth’s skin as he pulled his fingers free, craving more than just his own digits.
He raised his eyes again to peer at his companions. Worth’s head was thrown back, breath rattling out in shaky gasps, lost in his world of pain. Lamont was staring down at Conrad again, face flushed, rubbing himself slightly along where Worth’s body lay cradled against his solid frame.
“God Conrad,” he sighed unsteadily, “that was so…I need you to get Worth ready for me. I need in. Please. Now.”
Conrad lowered his still slicked fingers to Worth’s dry hole, trying to bite back a whimper as he shoved one digit in roughly, adding a second before the doctor was ready for it. Worth shivered and bucked, moving on the vampire’s hand, working to shove the fingers in deeper.
“Condom,” Lamont gasped, piercing through Conrad’s fixation on making the doctor writhe. “Get it on me, he’s ready. C’mon.” Conrad reached over to grab the condom off the mattress, tearing open the wrapping and reaching down to smooth it down Lamont’s shaft. The vampire grabbed the lube bottle again, squirting out a small amount to smear down the man’s sheathed cock, knowing he’d need it with how tight Worth was.
The vampire watched as Lamont worked his way into Worth’s body, holding the blond’s back tight against his broad chest as he forced his way in. The doctor was shivering in response, whining around his gag. Conrad couldn’t help but reach out to skim fingers over the wreck of Worth’s chest, breath catching at the sounds it pulled from the doctor when he ran his fingers over the bloody bites dancing across the bony torso.
He waited until Lamont was seated deep inside the doctor before clambering up to straddle the two men. He squeezed another small dollop of lube from the bottle he was still holding, reaching down to slick it over Worth’s straining shaft before guiding it to his still stretched hole.
He couldn’t hold back the small, needy sounds that spilled from his mouth as he felt Worth’s cock filling him. Yes, there was still a slight burn as he felt himself stretch around it, but then it brushed against his prostate and it was good. So good. He felt slightly unbalanced, perched as he was astride the two men, but when he looked down and saw the lost, blissful expression painted across Worth’s face, he knew it was worth it. Reaching out to steady himself on Lamont’s shoulders, smiling at the heavy-lidded gaze the dark-haired man shot him, Conrad began to move.
Conrad let himself get lost in the feel of Worth moving so deep inside him, in the keening sounds of Worth’s whining and the quiet, occasional grunts of Lamont. He dug his fingers into Lamont’s tan skin, loving the feeling of the solid flesh beneath his hands. He could feel the fire licking at the base of his spine, the beginning of something big and blinding. The scent of blood and sex and sweat filled his senses and he moaned, tipping his head back, drinking it all in.
His perfect moment was shattered, though, by the feeling of Worth pulsing in his ass as he came. “Goddammit!” Conrad cursed, nowhere near ready to come yet.
“S’okay,” Lamont gasped, twitching under the blond’s shivering frame, “just bite ‘im.”
“Wha-” Conrad asked, slowing his hips.
“No, don’t stop, bite him. He’ll keep going if he’s hurting.” Lamont shoved one of the doctor’s skinny arms towards Conrad’s face, the shift in balance nearly unseating the vampire. He squawked angrily, digging his fingers into Lamont’s shoulders to keep from falling, but still reached out to grab the doctor’s arm once he steadied himself.
He used his teeth to tear through the bandages circling the skinny forearm, not wanting to wait long enough to unwind them properly. He sank his fang into the first patch of exposed skin, pulling a loud cry from the blond. The vampire could feel the doctor’s cock twitch inside his ass as he slurped noisily at the blood that was pouring out. He groaned as bony hips punched up, pushing Worth’s member, which was showing no signs of softening, deeper, encouraging the vampire to move.
Conrad let himself get swept back up, still holding tight to Worth’s arm. He tore off the rest of the bandages, running his lips against the exposed skin. He plunged his fang in, over and over, heedless to the damage he was causing the doctor as he rolled his hips, working to take Worth’s cock deeper.
The vampire pulled back, lower face covered with blood, eyes rolling back as his breath came out in gasps. He was close now, so close. He forced his eyes back open to look at his companions, breath catching as he saw them.
Lamont’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, teeth worrying his lower lip, body trembling with exertion as he thrust into Worth. The doctor himself was lost to the world, head thrown back against Lamont’s chest, eyes slitted open but unfocused, face slack with pleasure. He wasn’t even making noises anymore aside from small, gasping cries around the gag in his mouth.
Gripping Lamont’s shoulder tightly with a white-knuckled hand, Conrad grabbed his own cock with the other, running his palm over the head, smearing the pre-come he’d been leaking down the shaft as he began to stroke. It wasn’t long before he was there, letting out short, strangled cries as he came so strongly the world blanked out, leaving him skinless and boneless in a sea of white. He was not even aware enough to register the cries of his companions as they were pushed over the edge along with him.
The first thing he noticed as he floated back down was a hand cradling his face, petting softly. He blinked his eyes open to Lamont smiling at him, breathing hard, hair matted with sweat. Conrad nuzzled into the man’s large hand, feeling blissful and hazy.
“There you are,” Lamont said softly. “Was wondering if you were still in there. C’mon, let’s have you move. Bed‘s got to be a lot more comfortable than bony old Worth.”
Conrad smiled, dredging up enough energy to slide off the two men, settling on his side and basking in the afterglow. He dimly registered the sounds of movement on the mattress next to him. He must have dozed off, because next thing he knew was a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling him awake.
“Mmwhu-” he asked blearily.
“Just cleaning up,” Lamont said cheerfully. Conrad muttered feebly as he felt a warm washcloth starting to drag across his face. “Huh. This might take a couple trips if you don’t get yourself up,” the stocky man said laughing. Conrad shook his head, trying to shake off the need to sleep. He worked to focus his eyes, starting when he noticed the drying blood smeared across his body. What the-? Oh, right. Worth.
The vampire sighed and struggled to sit up, murmuring quiet thanks when Lamont reached out to help him to his feet. He stumbled to Worth’s bathroom, trying to ignore its filth encrusted surfaces as he splashed water over himself, cleaning off the remainders of the night. He spent special attention to scrubbing at his face. Not having a reflection was a real pain when it came to cleaning up. At least Lamont was nice enough he’d tell the vampire if he’d missed a spot.
He stumbled back to the bedroom but pulled up short of the bed, looking down at Lamont crouched over the doctor’s still frame. The smell of antiseptic alcohol filled the room.
“Is he, I mean, will he be-”
“Worth’s fine,” Lamont said smoothly, interrupting Conrad’s worried spluttering. “Passed out cold, but that just makes it easier to patch him up.” He glanced up at the vampire, expression gentle. “Want to help? Extra set of hands is always nice.”
Conrad crouched down next to Lamont, taking care to pay close attention to the man’s instructions as they cleaned and dressed the doctor’s various injuries. Conrad was blinking back sleep by the time they were done. It must be close to morning by now.
“’M sleeping here,” he yawned, crawling under the rumpled covers close to Worth. Even in a dead sleep, the doctor still stirred at the presence of the vampire. The blond rolled to his side and threw a newly bandaged arm over Conrad’s chest, cuddling in close, breath puffing out in a small sigh. Conrad smiled broadly, setting his glasses aside as he heard Lamont’s quiet chuckling.
“And he calls us fags,” the delivery man snickered, sliding under the blankets to join them.
“You staying, too?” the vampire yawned.
“Too tired to drive,” Lamont replied, working to arrange a lumpy, yellowed bag into something remotely resembling a pillow. It probably had been, at some point. Calling it a pillow at this point seemed generous. Conrad had to bring them all something a little less disgusting to sleep on if they were going to keep staying the day so often. Once in a while was one thing but, well, these were strange times. You never did know what was going to happen.
He tried not to linger on the thought. He focused instead on the steady, even exhalations Worth was breathing into his ear. He emptied his head of all the night‘s events, letting the rhythmic, even breaths lull him into a dreamless sleep.
+ + +
Lamont woke, groaning at how stiff his back felt. You think he’d know better by now than to fall asleep at Luce’s place. The asshole’s mattress always did a number on him. He wasn’t a kid anymore, man needed some kind of support for his poor vertebrae.
He sat up, stretching his hands above his head, ignoring the various popping sounds the movement caused. Glancing over showed only Conrad still in bed, the vampire sleeping soundly, soft snores a now familiar sound. Lamont found himself smiling fondly at his bedmate’s still form.
Sleep had smoothed Conrad’s normally furrowed brow, the perpetual lines of frustration and anger erased, making the vampire look younger. Innocent, almost, even with the tip of his fang jutting out over his lower lip. Lamont paused, enjoying the quiet of the moment. Only when Conrad was unconscious was anything to do with the vampire easy. Not that the man wasn’t worth it. Lamont wouldn’t keep coming back if he wasn’t. He was just, prickly, sometimes. Not that Luce was any better.
Speaking of which, he couldn’t remember the last time the blond had been up out of bed before him. Maybe someone had kidnapped the doctor while Lamont and Conrad were passed out. That would have been less surprising than the man willingly getting up on his own.
Lamont wandered around the bedroom, finding his now rumpled clothes and throwing them on. He took the time to gather Conrad’s as well (minus the tie, which wasn’t worth trying to salvage), folding them neatly and leaving them next to the mattress. Something nice for the vampire to wake up to.
He wandered from the bedroom, leaving Conrad to sleep, hoping his old friend had some sort of coffee he could nab before he left. He needed to get going, figure out what stops he had to make today. Needed a shower, badly, but wanted to wait until he was home before attempting that. Who knew if there was even soap anywhere in the clinic? Probably not, with the way Luce smelled these days.
Lamont shuffled into the kitchen, then stopped in stunned silence, taking in the scene in front of him. Luce sat at the rickety table, head wreathed with the smoke drifting from his half-finished cigarette. The remains of the bacon pancake Conrad had so thoughtfully prepared for the doctor the previous evening sat close by, the blond already having eaten most of it. He was engrossed in the book he was thumbing through, instantly recognized as the dog-eared, outdated surgical textbook Lamont had managed to scrounge up for him. A cup filled with some kind of steaming liquid that smelled promisingly coffee-like was loosely grasped in a long-fingered hand, Luce pulling it up to his lips to sip from it absently. What shocked Lamont, though, were the dishes laying out to dry on the counter. The clean dishes. That the vampire had abandoned the night before, left undone. The blond glanced up sharply as Lamont started to snicker, arching an eyebrow and roughly exhaling a large puff of smoke.
“What?” he rumbled.
“Heheheh, um, hee-” Lamont let his eyes dart over to the dishes, then back to Luce, raising a hand to his grinning face in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
“The fuck’s yer problem?” Luce muttered, setting his drink down to glare at Lamont properly.
“Nothing! I, heh, I just, haha, if this thing with Conrad’s gonna turn you all domestic, maybe you should’ve started screwing him sooner.” He finally gave into his fit, clutching his gut as laughter spilled from his mouth, body shaking with its peals.
“Oh fuck you, asshole!” the doctor spat. “Jus’ didn’t wanna give the roaches another reason ta be here!” His angry denial merely spurred Lamont on, the stocky man laughing so hard he had to stagger his way over to a flimsy chair before his legs gave out, joining the doctor at the table. He wiped at his watering eyes, working to calm himself down to repressed snickers, failing when he caught sight of the furious stare his friend was pinning him with.
“Haha! Oh God, I, hahaha, next time take pictures. No one’s gonna believe me when I tell them you cleaned! Hahahaha!”
“S’not that funny,” Luce grumbled, glancing away and taking a deep gulp from the mug he was still clutching.
“Heh, yes it is. You, heh, you got anymore coffee?”
“Not fer you I don’t,” his friend muttered.
“Heh, asshole.” Lamont moved to stand up, figuring he’d grab some on the way home, when he spotted Conrad’s laptop, sitting suspiciously close to the doctor.
“Hey,” he asked, brown eyes peering down curiously at the brooding blond, “were you messing with Conrad’s stuff?” The face-splitting grin Luce leveled at him more than answered his question, was enough to get him giggling again. “Heh, should I even ask?”
“S’amazing what porn the innernet has,” the blond leered. “Le’s jus’ say the fag’s never gonna look at housewives, horses an’ Disney ’toons the same again.”
Lamont figured, as he gasped for breath after ten minutes or so of uninterrupted mirth, that if Luce had to deal with him passing out from laughing too long, the doctor would have no one but himself to blame.