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W ith his eyes glued to Foxx instead of the pathetic human screaming on the ground, Harlow stood back and just watched. It was a good thing that this place was pretty fucking soundproof as Braxton, even hours later, was loud as hell. One would think he’d have lost his voice by now.

His arms and legs broken and bent at awkward angles, the human had no chance of escaping, and really held no interest to him. But the whimpering and screaming man was making a sad effort in trying to slither away from the pain, or possibly escape.

Body moving inch by painful inch, the vampire trailed after the man, cleaving off one toenail at a time, leaving them behind like a gruesome trail of breadcrumbs.

He supposed cleaving off wasn’t quite correct. Sure, the vampire was removing them, but he wasn’t using any sort of weapon. No, what Foxx was doing was digging his claws into the cuticles of the man’s foot and peeling them off. Just as the vampire had done with the man’s fingernails, his eyelids, his eyeballs… Harlow admittedly was a bit curious to see what else the vampire would try to claw off. Maybe his skin next?

His gaze followed the pink flush in Foxx’s cheeks, down to where it disappeared into the neckline of the pink smiley face sweater the vampire was wearing, and smiled as the scent of Foxx’s arousal spread.

The scent of warm salt water taffy, but muskier, filled the room, contrasting nicely with the coppery aroma of blood. He’d never been a taffy type of person, but he decided then that he would start eating it more often. Whether that entailed him eating Foxx more, or the actual candy, was up in the air.

Either way, smell aside, if that hadn’t been proof enough that the vampire was turned on, then the notable bulge in the front of the man’s baggy jean overalls would have been all the evidence he’d need.

Braxton let out another scream when Foxx clawed off the last remaining nail on the man’s right foot—last remaining toenail period.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Foxx giggled.

The sightless human just whimpered as the screams stopped, and continued wiggling forward. Adjusting his own hard cock in his jeans, trying to get a bit more comfortable, Harlow glanced down at Braxton, smirking as a thought came to him.

He slowly approached the vampire, who paused whatever he’d planned to do next to look up at him. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh?” Foxx asked with a raised brow, clearly interested.

“Mmh,” Harlow grunted. His hands came around to grip the man’s ass, as he tugged Foxx the rest of the way to him. “One that will help me prove a hypothesis I have.”

The vampire’s eyes began to heat further. His blood-stained hands resting on Harlow’s pecs, the man sounded slightly confused as he mused, “A hypothesis?”

“Yes. You see, I think we would be able to have sex and finish before he manages to crawl his way to the nearest doorway.”

Foxx threw his head back on a delighted laugh. “Do you?”

“Mm, I do. Do you disagree?”

“With most people, you’d be right, but you, Harlow Blackmore, are an overachiever in that aspect. So…I’m going to say, I think he’ll manage to get there before we finish, but that he won’t be able to get the door open.”

“Willing to test it out with me?”

Foxx’s cock pulsed painfully as he stared at the smug smile on the dhampir’s face for a moment more, before first unfastening one of the straps of his dungarees, and then the other, saying, “Of course!”

Slipping from Harlow’s hold, he skipped backwards, past the still squirming human, stopping beside an opening in the living room that seemed to lead down a hallway. The exact direction Braxton was blindly worming his way towards. Based on the blueprints, the back door was that way, though it was quite a crawl. Not that the front door, or any other one for that matter, was any closer.

“Right here should be good?” Foxx giggled as he toed his shoes off and let his dungarees drop. Kicking both aside, he tugged off his boxer briefs, tossing them in the pile just as the dhampir reached him.

Foxx squealed as Harlow swept him up with a growl, and almost instantly, the man had him pressed to the hardwood floor, his mouth ravaging his. Foxx kissed him back just as fiercely, his cock jerking, and a drop of pre-cum trailed down as a tremble of pleasure ran through his already heated body.

Perhaps Harlow would be right, he thought absently as a haze started to fall over his mind. The torture had him ramped up already. Foxx doubted he would last long, and Harlow had been turned on for a while. The dhampir’s arousal had grown with his own.

Foxx whined, trailing after the dhampir’s lips when he pulled away, but he failed to recapture them because Harlow had straightened, lifting up off him. When the dhampir started to push Foxx’s legs back, he grabbed below his knees, hugging and holding them up, spreading himself wide, uncaring that he’d smeared blood on himself.

Harlow let out a deep growl, massaging his own hard-on through his jeans, before freeing his cock. Already engorged, Foxx’s gaze trailed over one of the thick veins in the man’s shaft, following a drop of pre-cum up to the dhampir’s ruddy cut head.

Harlow licked his lips, just staring. Foxx shuddered as he felt the man’s gaze travel over his heated skin, the sensation repeating as his brain focused in on the whines and pain-filled whimpers the human continued to make as he inched closer .

The dhampir didn’t stay unmoving for long, he was soon fishing inside his jacket, pulling out a single-use packet of lube from what must surely be the hoard he had in there.

On the edge of the pleasure daze he so very much wanted to fall into, Foxx cheekily asked, “Tell me the truth. You bought a giant box of those, and even now it is hidden somewhere in our apartment, isn’t it?”

“Would I do that?” Harlow smirked, tearing the lube open with his teeth.

“Yes!” Foxx gasped as the cool substance slid across his taint, down into the hollow of his hole. He moaned loudly, his ass clamping down while the dhampir pressed a finger inside him, enjoying the burn as the man began to thrust it in and out.

Foxx began to rock his body onto the man’s fingers when Harlow added a second, but his gaze flicked left, smiling as he watched the very bloody and broken Braxton slowly scooch by.

“Having fun, Braxton, my dear friend ?”

He giggled as the human flinched back and let out a scream of terror. The man froze for only a second, before seeming to get a boost of energy. His efforts to move turned frantic, with Braxton’s limbs almost flopping violently as he started to inch forward again, faster than before.

Foxx whimpered, gasping while a shiver of delight tumbled through his body as he heard the sound of broken bones grinding and clicking as they slid against each other. The sound was sickening, yet…not.

With barely a thought in his head, the moment the dhampir added a third finger, his attention was fully drawn back to Harlow.

“By the Goddess, yes!” he cried out as the dhampir roughly thrust his fingers in, spreading them while inside, stretching his hole. “Need!” he whined.

Foxx needed…he needed more so badly. His skin felt like it was on fire.

Harlow continued to thrust his fingers into him as he bent over him with a growl, forcing Foxx’s legs back further as he took his lips in a demanding kiss.

Moaning, he whimpered against Harlow’s mouth when the man tugged his fingers free, breaking the kiss on a scream as the dhampir gripped his hips and his cock took their place. But as he gasped, the man’s mouth took his again, and his breath along with it.

Practically folded into a ball, his jumper slid up underneath his chin. And with the dhampir cocooned over top of him, Harlow began to fuck him. The man grinding against his prostate, his thrusts were short but deep. In the position Foxx was in, he was unable to do much besides take it, and that was exactly what he did. He gave full control over to Harlow.

Impossibly, it felt like the dhampir was trying to go deeper with each hard slam of his hips and thighs against Foxx’s ass. A slapping sound was being made each time their skin connected.

The man’s tongue mapped his mouth. Foxx whined breathlessly, his heart speeding along, as the dhampir caressed one of his fangs.

Harlow groaned the moment the man cut his tongue on the sharp point, the sound vibrating against his lips. As the taste of the dhampir’s blood spread in his mouth, a jolt of electricity ran through him. His head spun as his own tongue scraped roughly against one of Harlow’s fangs, his blood instantly being added to the mix.

With the taste of their blood filling his mouth, and more unnerving jolts shaking his body apart, Foxx came. Harlow was right there with him. His scream of release was captured by the dhampir, who growled his own into his mouth. Harlow’s length spasmed inside his hole as it filled him with his heat, Foxx whining as his own cock jerked in time, spraying cum up over his chest.

When the man finally broke the kiss, Foxx took a gasping gulp of air. Uncurling, he let go of his legs and flopped back fully on the ground, arms and all, as Harlow pulled free and sat back. The dhampir was breathing just as hard as he was.

With his chest heaving, he blinked rapidly as an odd buzzing started in his veins, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long ass while. “Ah, fuck, I feel highhh!” Foxx whined. “The lights are spinning… It’s kind of pretty though…”

Harlow frowned, his brow pulling in concern. “I know you warned me about what could happen if you drank my blood, but…you didn't take in that much…”

“Apparently, it doesn’t matter.” He flinched as another jolt of what seemed like electricity ran through him. “Oh…ohh, that’s dangerous.” Foxx shook his head when his vision spun with the pretty lights.

“Are you okay?”

He stayed quiet, just staring past Harlow at the lights. They seemed to be dancing now. Or was it more swirling? They were swirling and twirling. It was sort of a dance. What if…the lights were really fairies doing a fun little dance?! How cute!

“Foxx?!” Harlow snapped.

Foxx blinked, his gaze reluctantly slipping to the grumpy dhampir. “What?” he whined.

The man’s face was pinched. “Are you okay?!”

Was he okay? He felt okay. There was a nice little buzz buzz going through his body. He didn’t like that his vision was a bit wobbly wobble… Wobble was a fun word… But…the lights! The lights were… “Do you think the lights are fairies?”

Harlow’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, you are high!”

He tilted his head. “What does that have to do with the fairies?”

Foxx ignored the sourpuss of a dhampir and looked back at the dancing lights, smiling as he cutely waved. “Hello, fairies. Hi, cuties!” Giggling happily, he reached towards them, waving his arms before flopping back down.

Harlow scoffed.

“You are just jealous that you can’t see them,” he chimed. But as he stared, and time ticked by, the buzzing slowed and then stopped. He frowned as he eyed what was clearly just fucking ceiling lights.

Blinking, still eyeing the lights, he sighed. “I think it’s over.”

“No more fairies?”

Foxx groaned in disgust. “No…”

Harlow chuckled. “Yeah, I’d say…let’s avoid doing that again in the future.”

He pushed up with a grimace, hurriedly grabbing his jumper, he stopped it just in time from falling down over his cum-covered chest. “I need a wet wipe.”

The dhampir smirked. “Likely multiple. ”

Foxx pouted. “Just fork them over, Old Man!”

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask your fairy friends first?”

“Harlow!”