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Victor knew for a fact this was all Vincent’s fault.
Just when he was getting comfortable, just when Ryo's blood tasted the best, his stupid roommate burst in and ruined everything. He had repeatedly told Vincent to at least charm the roommate, or at least lock the goddamn door, but Vincent, being impatient about Ryo, immediately disregarded what he said and latched onto the Japanese man’s neck.
Not that Victor could blame him for his eagerness, he too was like a starved man when it came to Ryo. So maybe it was a bit of both of their faults, descending onto the blindfolded man with a ferocious hunger and ignoring all precautions.
But it was still mainly Vincent’s fault for ignoring him.
Now Ryo was stiff, anxiety creeping into his form. Even though he was drowsy, slipping in between the states of consciousness, he had heard the large ruckus of the door opening, and he was beginning to stir. His blood started to churn, hints of bitterness and other undertones muddling the typically pure flavor.
Not only was Ryo disturbed, but Victor could feel his impatience arising from the worsening taste, and that wasn’t counting the roommate, predictably about to cause them a whole new headache.
"Brother, do me a favor and see that Jaime leaves us," Vincent murmured, gently caressing Ryo's back in an attempt to soothe him. Ryo tried to sink into Vincent’s touch, but with the presence of someone else in the room, there was no way for him to relax, his muscles still tense.
As much as Victor wanted to get rid of the roommate right then and there, there was no way in hell he was going to clean up a mess Vincent was responsible for, and he said so, tightening his grip on Ryo's waist and pulling him closer. Slightly shifting the man out of Vincent’s grasp, Victor buried his face into Ryo's neck, possessively cuddling the other. He breathed in his faint scent, before sinking his teeth into soft skin, drawing blood. As he ran his tongue over the wound, he willed Ryo to calm down, his spit acting as a sedative. Ryo gave a small gasp, one of surprise rather than pain, a breathy, light sound that floated in the air. Almost instantly, he tilted his head back further, giving Victor better access to his neck.
The moment was interrupted by the roommate—Jaime, Vincent called him—dropping whatever he was carrying onto the floor. He was still staring, mouth open, dumbfounded as if he couldn't process what was happening. Victor's irritation spiked, mind split between getting rid of the nuisance and tending to Ryo in his arms. If Vincent didn’t deal with him soon, he would be forced to take drastic action.
Not a moment too late, Vincent noticed his worsening attitude and gave a small sigh. He had heard the low growl, saw the fangs and claws beginning to elongate, and felt the murderous energy beginning to permeate from his older brother. Though they both despised being interrupted during a meal, Victor always handled it worse, often escalating situations due to his irritation.
Vincent slowly pulled himself away from Ryo's neck, body turning to face Jaime. In an instant, he was behind him, Vincent’s larger frame towering over the other. He delivered a swift blow, and Jaime collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground.
Vincent dragged him out of the room, but Victor was no longer paying attention, instead focusing fully on the man lounging in his lap. He finally had Ryo to himself, and for a few moments, he would be able to feast even without the interference of his brother.
Ryo was still shivering, signs of tension still present within his tense body. Victor wouldn’t have that, and he worked to slowly relax him, his cool hands sliding under the soft material of the shirt to rub comforting circles on his back. Even though Ryo wouldn’t be able to hear them, he whispered sweet nothings, peppering the praises and compliments while sucking a plethora of marks into his neck. Every so often teeth would draw blood, his canines nipping into the skin. Immediately after though, the wound would be met with his gentle tongue, removing any sort of pain that might have arisen.
Combined, Ryo stood no chance, and he slowly melted into Victor’s grip again. He presented his neck fully, head sluggishly turning to better serve Victor. All the while, soft gasps of pleasure filled the room, Ryo unable to hold back his whimpers of delight. Even subconsciously, he picked up pleasure, the pleasant sensations enough to draw out soft mewls and moans.
If Victor wasn’t so hungry, wasn’t so focused on eating his fill, he would have pinned Ryo under his hands, showed him what true pleasure was like. What he was experiencing now was nothing compared to what Victor could do, nothing compared to states of euphoria he could bring. If he had more time with Ryo alone, it would have been so simple to drag out all the lovely little sounds from him, lust and pleasure filling the room.
By the time Vincent returned, Ryo had fallen back into a state of absolute bliss under Victor's careful ministrations, mind drifting away on a haze of ecstasy. Vincent gave one final sigh before sliding back onto the bed, placing a chaste kiss under Ryo's ear. Victor rolled his eyes at his brother’s annoyance but even that quickly dissipated when Vincent began to feast on Ryo.
When presented with the beautiful man in front of him, Vincent could do nothing but indulge himself; Ryo smelled too lovely to be ignored, too lovely to be upset with. His blood tasted better than it smelled, hints of spice mixed in with subtle sweetness.
It had been too long since they had been able to feed properly, and they took their time, fully savoring what Ryo had offered them. Victor had made it clear that the neck was his, one clawed finger gently resting possessively over the pulse point.
Vincent had complained at first, something about ‘finders, keepers’ and how he was the one who should have the first claim to Ryo; after all, it was he who made first contact with the Japanese man. But then Victor showed him how he felt about that, dragging him out to a field to fight for his claim. Vincent was no pushover, but that day there was something different in Victor’s eyes, a feral hunger that couldn’t be suppressed. He would have Ryo’s neck one way or the other, and violence was always the best way to solve his problems.
Victor had unleashed his typical pent-up murderous energy, immediately lunging towards Vincent and throwing him on the back foot. Vincent was forced to stay on the defensive, only barely dodging his brother’s powerful attacks. In the darkness, Victor’s abilities only seemed to heighten, his speed and agility unmatched. It was only when he slammed Vincent into the ground did Vincent relent, agreeing to give up Ryo’s neck.
Victor only glared at him before releasing the pressure, extending a hand to help his brother up. While they had their occasional spats and disagreements, they could also recognize when it was necessary to cooperate, especially when it came to special prizes. Even though Ryo was too good to share, any further conflict would eventually lead to a third party interfering and snatching Ryo for themselves; this was the best option, one that all parties found to be satisfactory.
Of course, establishing the relationship itself was a challenge, but that was neither here nor there. Eventually, Ryo decided that they were allowed to feed on him, but that was the limit of their relationship, at least for now. He still had some reservations about the brothers, most of which were caused by the brothers themselves, but he trusted them enough to offer his blood.
To allow them to feed to such an extent, providing sustenance for not one but two mature vampires, it took a heavy toll on Ryo. But despite his imperfect trust and the hefty physical burden, it was a toll he was willing to bear, a fact that both brothers were endlessly grateful for.
As a result, they made the process as pleasurable as possible for Ryo, showering him in love both during and after the act. With Victor taking his place at the neck and Vincent kneeling in between his thighs, their hands roaming all over the expansive plane of his body, there was no inch that wouldn’t be cherished, every bit of Ryo showered in love.
Vincent left a trail of bites along the smooth expanse of his thighs, red marks blossoming against the milky skin, petal-like droplets of crimson blood slowly rolling down the edges. Of course, he refused to let any bit of Ryo go to waste, eagerly chasing after the spilled liquid with his tongue.
Shakily, Ryo lifted his hands, one reaching behind him to cup Victor’s face and one reaching below him to touch Vincent’s cheek. He was unconscious, but the brothers understood the gesture. Victor used his free hand to grasp the hand on his face, applying light pressure and pressing it harder into his cheek. Vincent nuzzled the hand by his face, mirroring his brother’s actions and placing his own hand on top of Ryo’s.
As if reading their thoughts, Ryo tried to speak, the words slurring as his tongue refused to cooperate. His eyelashes fluttered, almost waking up from his blissful sleep. While it wasn’t completely clear what he was saying, they both were able to pick up on their nicknames, Ryo affectionately calling out to them even in his drowsy state.
They further intertwined their fingers with Ryo’s, pressing him closer. With Victor leaning against the backboard of the bed and Vincent lying in between Ryo’s thighs, he was effectively cornered, the brothers free to feast on Ryo however they desired.
As the room filled with airy moans and clouds of pleasure, Victor could do nothing to hide his satisfied grin, for once enjoying the experience of eating. When Ryo woke up, they would pamper him and perhaps convince him to accept them as lovers, but for now, all he would do was savor the meal in front of him, teeth sinking into tender flesh once more.