Page 35 of Inhuman Natures #1

DJ reached out across the bed, hand finding nothing but the cold sheets. It was like he’d expected to find something there. Some one . The absence of Shaun struck him like a smack to the face.

“Sweetheart, you still with me?” Rake asked, stilling.

DJ focused back on Rake. “Yeah, I’m with you.”

“You looked like you’d gone somewhere far away,” Rake said, rubbing a finger against DJ’s temple.

He sighed. “I was thinking about Shaun.”

Rake barely reacted. “Me too.”

“I wish he was here with us.”

Rake began moving again, thrusting in hard. “Well, think about how next time, I’ll be fucking into you from behind while you’re fucking into him. I’ll fuck you both at once.”

“Oh god, Rake.”

A feral look crossed Rake’s face. “Your big cock is gonna destroy his little hole.” He started jerking DJ’s dick in time with his movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out in the room .

If DJ had thought the sex was good before Rake started talking dirty to him about Shaun, it had nothing on what it felt like after. As Rake described with lewd detail every position he wanted to take them in, DJ’s arousal went into overdrive. His brain couldn’t feed the pictures to him fast enough.

Images of DJ on all fours between Shaun and Rake, Rake fucking into him as DJ drove Shaun wild with his mouth around his cock.

Another of Shaun on his knees as he worshipped both Rake and DJ’s hard dicks, taking turns to lave them with his tongue.

And the one that pushed him over the edge: the perfectly formed idea of DJ and Rake inside Shaun’s hole at the same time.

DJ came with a shout (neighbours be damned), spilling all over Rake’s hand.

He lay there boneless on the bed as Rake chased his release, following DJ soon after.

As much as DJ wished at that moment to have Rake’s cum inside of him, the clean-up required before work wouldn’t be worth it. Rake, as usual, was right.

Didn’t stop DJ from pouting about it, though.

“Why that face?” Rake asked.

“I wanted your cum.”

Rake held out his cum-coated hand. “You want this instead?”

DJ wrinkled his nose. “No.” The last thing he wanted was to go to the office with the taste of his own cum in his mouth. He’d be horny all day .

“How about I send you to work wearing one of your butt plugs?”

DJ considered it for a second, but then shook his head. “ Absolutely not. David would clock it.”

“Why the fuck would David notice what’s going on in your arse?”

DJ smiled up at him. “No reason.”

“You’re trying to wind me up by making me jealous.”

DJ pointed to himself. “Me? Not me, Sir. I would never do something like that.”

“Right after I fucked your brains out as well?”

“Can I blame my lack of brains for trying to make you jealous?”

Rake closed one eye as he considered. “Fine. Excuse accepted. Mostly because I need a shower. I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”

“I thought you loved my shenanigans!”

Rake huffed a laugh as he removed the condom and tied it off, taking it and himself to the bathroom.

DJ stretched out on the bed, relishing the freshly fucked feeling in his ass.

Rake was the perfect size; not too big that it wouldn’t be a comfortable fit, but still girthy enough that it left an impression.

Rake had been right about another thing, though: when DJ got to fuck Shaun, it would be a tight fit. Even though DJ’d only just come and was still sensitive, he ran his fingers over his dick as it took interest in the direction of his thoughts.

“Come get ready for work!” Rake called from the bathroom.

DJ stroked himself a couple more times before giving up.

At least if he hurried, he might get to catch Rake in the shower.

He smiled to himself. Today was off to an almost perfect start.

All they needed was Kit to find out that Shaun was safe, and then everything would be as it should.

Their looming deadline forced DJ and the rest of the developers to work late. David hadn’t understood why DJ was so antsy about being asked to stay longer. It wasn’t like DJ could tell David he had to be back before dark because otherwise a vengeful vampire might decide to come after him.

That would be insane. And yet, it was his life now.

DJ found it difficult to focus as time ticked on. Rake waited for him, hanging around the office until DJ was done. Tired and lost in thought, DJ forgot to save his work, resulting in an hour of progress lost. He ended up needing to stay even later to make up for it.

It meant that by the time they got to the flat, the sun had almost disappeared.

They still had half an hour until sundown according to DJ’s weather app, but Rake was fussing about it, dragging DJ down the street as they hurried to get indoors.

Rake, as always, was the one with the keys whilst DJ milled about, waiting for him to get the lock.

DJ misplaced his keys often, somehow never able to find them in the labyrinth that was his favourite backpack.

He was still thinking about his fuckup that day at work when he registered a few painful pricks along his neck, followed by a powerful grip that cut off his air. He let out a strangled sound that had Rake turning around, his face contorting in fear.

“Got you,” Lawrence purred in DJ’s ear. A burning, acrid scent filled the air, and DJ looked down to see how Lawrence’s exposed skin bubbled where his shirt had slipped down from his wrist .

DJ froze in place, staring at Rake where he stood with his key in the door.

Rake made the slightest of forward movements, but Lawrence pulled DJ closer against him.

It didn’t matter that they were of a similar height, or that DJ was broader in the shoulders and outweighed Lawrence by a fair bit—DJ didn’t have a hope in hell of fighting back.

“Rakesh,” Lawrence said. DJ gasped for breath as Lawrence flexed his hand around his throat. “You have two options here. Invite me inside your home, or I kill your boy right here in front of you.”

Rake’s chest moved up and down rapidly as he began to hyperventilate. DJ was desperate to comfort him, but his eyes just teared up as he fought to stay conscious.

“Invite. Me. In,” Lawrence said again. His voice didn’t have the enticing quality it’d had when he tried to compel Shaun through the door. This was a straightforward threat.

“Come in,” Rake uttered in a strangled voice.

“Lead the way,” Lawrence said.

Rake opened the door to the stairwell, holding it behind him for Lawrence, who manhandled DJ inside with one hand on his throat for leverage. Rake took the steps to their floor without watching where he walked, keeping his eyes on DJ the whole time.

“Walk, boy,” Lawrence said, digging his claws into DJ’s neck. Blood dripped down towards the collar of his shirt. He wanted to resist, but he was pretty sure Lawrence would drag him up the stairs if necessary. At least he retained a certain level of dignity if he went of his own accord.

Rake got to their front door, still in its damaged condition from the last time Lawrence had broken in. At least this time, wherever Shaun was, he was safe from whatever Lawrence had planned.

DJ hoped so, anyway.

“Open the door,” Lawrence said.

Rake hesitated. It was only a second, but Lawrence took issue with the delay. Lawrence dug a hand into DJ’s hair, pulling his head back at an unnatural angle that had DJ gasping in pain.

Lawrence’s mouth hovered over DJ’s skin, fangs grazing his jugular. “I will drain him right here,” Lawrence warned.

Rake’s hands shook as he did what Lawrence told him, holding the door open for Lawrence to drag DJ inside first.

“I’m not surprised you live in a shithole,” Lawrence sneered. DJ wanted to rebuke that claim. Their flat wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t a shithole .

Rake followed them silently into the living room, turning on lights as he walked. They had left their curtains drawn, in case Shaun returned close to sunrise.

“Sit down,” Lawrence said to Rake, nodding towards the sofa.

Rake sat down, right on the edge. His eyes darted between Lawrence and DJ.

“Give me your phones,” Lawrence said.

DJ handed his over without hesitation, Rake doing the same, his nostrils flaring in anger. When Lawrence dropped both phones on the floor and stomped on them, DJ winced.

“You have got involved in something that is so much larger than either of you can handle,” Lawrence said. “Shaun has been detained by our version of the authorities. He isn’t coming back. He cannot protect you. ”

Hopefully, Kit was able to do something to help Shaun. Because, second by second, it was becoming clearer to DJ that he and Rake weren’t going to be in a position where they could help themselves, let alone anyone else.

“You’re going to pay for getting between me and my pet.” Lawrence shoved DJ down onto his knees, hand moving to the back of his neck to keep him in place.

“Not DJ,” Rake said, voice barely audible. “If you’re going to hurt someone, hurt me instead. Please.” His lips forced out the last word with visible effort.

“I don’t want you to beg, Rakesh. I just want you to suffer.”

“Stop monologuing like a bad movie villain,” DJ said. He didn’t know why when faced with his death he was turning to sass but, apparently, this was how he was dealing with the concept of his own mortality.

Lawrence huffed. “You can’t even appreciate an outstanding performance when you see one. Fine. Rakesh? I know you’ll have rope in the flat. Go get it. Your boy will stay here with me, so don’t even think about trying something.”

Rake stood so unsteadily he looked like he might keel over any second. He shot one anxious look at DJ, then hurried away. DJ heard him rooting through their toy box. That violation hurt more than Lawrence forcing his way into their flat.