Page 54 of Inhuman Natures #1

“It hurts,” Shaun choked out. “I didn’t think it would hurt so much.”

“Oh, Shaun,” DJ said, lowering himself so he was kneeling beside the tub. “I know it does. I do.”

“What do you need from us?” Rake asked.

“I don’t know,” Shaun said quietly.

“Let’s get you dry and go lie in bed.” Rake stood up in the tub, fully clothed, and picked Shaun up under his armpits, lifting him and placing him on the tiled floor. Rake and DJ divested Shaun of every soaking wet item of clothing, then wrapped him up in a fluffy white towel.

DJ carried Shaun to the bedroom, making sure he was dry before putting him under the covers, naked. Rake came into the room without his clothing and slid right in beside him, DJ joining in a similar state soon after.

They laid there in silence, Rake and DJ’s linked hands resting across Shaun’s hip, tethering them together.

“I messaged my sister,” Rake said out of nowhere.

“What?” DJ asked, sitting up. “When?”

Rake’s fingers drew circles in the hollow of Shaun’s throat. “ A few days ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Shaun asked.

Rake shrugged. “Didn’t see the point in telling you unless she responded.”

Shaun worked through that information. “So she replied?”

“Mm-hmm.”

DJ lightly smacked Rake’s hand. “Stop drawing this out! Tell us what she said.”

Rake stared at his hand. “Did you just hit me?”

“You can spank me in retribution later. What did Riya say?” As DJ spoke, Shaun realised he hadn’t even known the name of Rake’s sister. They still had so much to learn about each other.

“She said she was glad to hear from me, actually. She was a young teenager when I left, so she wasn’t aware of what happened. Being at uni has opened her eyes a bit.”

“Do you think you’ll meet up at some point?” DJ asked.

Rake shifted so that he lay on his back. “Maybe. We messaged back and forth. She seemed to be up for having some video calls from”—he did speech marks with his fingers—“ Australia . Can see how it goes.”

“Aw, I look forward to meeting her,” DJ said.

“What made you decide to message her?” Shaun asked.

Rake turned his head, dark eyes meeting Shaun’s. “You, sweetheart. You’ve been so brave facing your past like this. Figured it was time I explored the possibility of reconnecting with my own family before I lose the option altogether.”

Shaun buried his face in Rake’s shoulder, unable to form words to sum up how he felt.

DJ’s hand reached over and pressed to Rake’s chest, right over his unbeating heart. “I’m so proud of you,” he said.

Rake shuffled on the bed, clearly uncomfortable with the sentiment. It made Shaun chuckle. Neither of them could take a compliment well. He placed his hand on top of DJ’s, who moved to spoon him.

“Shaun, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think we should go back to your parents’ houses,” Rake said.

Shaun’s first instinct was to argue. But then he thought about how he was just prolonging his torture. He’d had quite enough of it for one lifetime. “Okay,” he said.

The most important thing, Shaun told himself, was that his parents were both happy. And, ultimately, so was he.

But it hadn’t been plain sailing in the past few weeks since Rake and DJ had been recreated. Shaun sometimes struggled with knowing how long Rake and DJ had been together before meeting him, no matter how included and loved they made him feel.

Rake was prone to emotional outbursts when stimuli overloaded his enhanced senses—blocking out the sounds and smells of everyone around him was far harder for him than it was for Shaun, who’d practised it for years, and for DJ, who happily ignored everything other than what he was concentrating on in that moment.

DJ confessed, whilst getting dressed one night, that he sometimes wished the old vampire myth of having no reflection was true, as he couldn’t always face how he looked in the mirror.

But they worked through it together. Rake and DJ made room for Shaun in the relationship at all times and never made him feel less for being the newer partner .

DJ and Shaun helped Rake through every meltdown, giving him space when needed and pressing their hands to his chest and talking him through it when he wanted that instead.

And Shaun and Rake made it clear to DJ how much they loved his body, lavishing him with attention, but also listening when he just needed to vent his feelings.

So things might not have been perfect, but the way they fitted together was. They supported each other, giving and taking in equal measure. None of them were magically fixed, but that was okay. They had each other, so they didn’t need to be.

Shaun was done with stalking his past. But he decided, then and there, that it was also time to say goodbye to Shaun Forrester.

The gravestone was plain; no weeping angels or lines of poetry or extravagant plaques. It had only a short engraving, declaring Shaun the beloved son of Laurie and Jason. Shaun knelt and touched the letters, tracing his parents’ names.

“It says I died at eighteen,” he said. “They were right.”

“You’re not really dead,” DJ said.

“Is my heart beating?”

“No,” Rake answered. “But that doesn’t matter. We’re here. Together.”

“Forever,” DJ added.

Shaun looked at the gravestone for a long time, cycling through emotions. Sadness. Anger. Hope. As he read the inscription over and over again, however, the only feeling that remained was a sense of being unfinished.

Throughout everything over the past few weeks, Shaun knew he could rely on Rake’s dominance to help him get out of his head. They’d still been exploring together—not quite testing limits, but confirming what Shaun liked, DJ by his side for all of it.

Understandably, Rake had also been softer towards Shaun than he would any other time. Shaun had appreciated the slow pace and the gentle fucking, the tentative touches and subtle control.

But, now?

Shaun needed something more. Something that drew a permanent line between the old Shaun and the new.

For the first time, Shaun could decide for himself. He could choose submission. Choose both pleasure and pain. Revel in it, like he’d always wanted.

At that moment, he came to a decision. He needed Rake to stop being soft with him.

“Have you ever read Frankenstein ?” he asked, breaking the lengthy silence.

“I’ve seen the film with Gene Wilder,” DJ said.

Close enough. “Mary Shelley wrote the book. She was like the original goth. Had sex for the first time on her own mother’s grave.”

“I’m not sure I like where this conversation is going,” Rake said.

Shaun stood up and put both hands on his gravestone, pushing his arse out towards Rake and DJ. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you think that might be a little bit traumatic for you?” Rake said gently, even as he came up behind him and put his arms around Shaun.

“Maybe. But it also might be awesome.”

“Awesome and traumatic. A fantastic combination,” DJ said as he rounded the other side of the gravestone to face him.

Rake gave a world-weary sigh. “Only if you’re sure, Shaun.”

Shaun answered by undoing his jeans and pressing his bare arse back against Rake’s crotch. “Fuck me, Sir.”

“Christ,” Rake uttered, right against Shaun’s ear. Rake’s hands began kneading his arse cheeks, pulling them apart as he ground up against him.

DJ peppered kisses down Shaun’s neck, nipping at the skin and sucking along his jawline.

Shaun whined with need. “Please, Sir. I want it.”

Rake pried Shaun’s cheeks apart and spat right onto his hole. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Fuck him hard, Sir,” DJ said, moaning against Shaun’s neck. “I want to see his face when you drive into him.”

“I can’t fuck you dry without prep, Shaun,” Rake said. “It’ll hurt.”

Shaun bit into one wrist and held it behind his lower back, so that the blood began running down towards his crack.

“Oh, shit,” DJ half-laughed, half-gasped, taking Shaun’s face in both hands. He pressed their foreheads together. “You didn’t need to do that. We have lube in the car.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes as Shaun spoke. “I don’t mind bleeding for either of you. You’ve done it enough for me.”

Rake swiped up some of the blood, and Shaun could hear him use it to slick himself up. Shaun pushed his arse out further, turned on beyond belief at the idea of Rake fucking him using his own blood.

“This isn’t lube,” Rake said. “It’s still going to hurt.”

“I need it to hurt.”

“Shaun…”

“Trust me to know what I want.”

“Fine. As long as you agree to go to therapy,” Rake said.

Shaun turned his head to look at Rake, dumbfounded. “You’ve got your blood-covered dick out, ready to fuck me over my own empty grave, and you believe I’m the only one who needs to go to therapy?”

“We’ll all go,” Rake promised.

“See? Compromise,” DJ said.

Rake took hold of Shaun’s wrist, keeping it pressed to his back. He pressed the blunt tip of his cock against Shaun’s arse, but stilled.

“Come on,” Shaun begged. “Please, Sir.”

Shaun wasn’t kept waiting any longer. Rake pushed in, the blood doing little to ease his path. But Shaun was so enthralled by DJ’s mouth that he hardly noticed the pain. DJ licked into his mouth, giving him the dirtiest of kisses.

“Oh, fuck,” Rake groaned as he bottomed out.

With his free hand, Shaun gripped his gravestone as he clenched down on Rake’s cock.

It felt amazingly illicit, his own hard cock slapping his legs every time Rake pulled out and thrust back in again.

It wasn’t smooth like when they used lube, but it was perfect for what Shaun wanted—what he needed.

What he craved .

Rake picked up the pace, getting into a solid rhythm. “More,” Shaun demanded. “Harder.”

Rake leaned over and placed one hand around Shaun’s neck, squeezing as he spoke into his ear. “We’re going at my pace, sweetheart.” Rake scraped his fangs all the way down the side of Shaun’s neck, DJ getting the hint and doing the same to his other side.

Rake let go of Shaun’s other hand, then took hold of Shaun’s hips and lifted him into the air. Shaun held on to the gravestone for dear life, though DJ was making sure he stayed upright.

With his vampire strength, it was easy for Rake to pummel into Shaun even whilst holding him aloft.

Shaun felt weightless in Rake’s grip, like he’d hold on to him forever and never let him fall.

Rake’s claws dug into Shaun’s sides, the little pinpricks of pain rooting Shaun to the moment.

He didn’t even have the leverage to rock back.

He was at Rake’s mercy—precisely where he wanted to be.

DJ’s hands roamed under Shaun’s shirt, rubbing at his nipples in a soft gesture that was at odds with Rake’s more brutal actions. The combination of the two of them had Shaun’s eyes rolling back in his head, the pain and pleasure mixing perfectly.

Rake came with a grunt, keeping himself speared inside of Shaun. After lowering Shaun to the ground, Rake reached around and stroked Shaun’s unspent cock at a languid pace.

“I want you,” Shaun begged DJ. “Need both of you.”

“I’ve opened him up for you, Deej,” Rake said. “He’s all loose and stretched out and wet with my cum. You better fuck him before he tightens up again.”

His words made Shaun all warm and squirmy. He loved it when Rake teased him like this.

“Sweetheart, come here. I want to put it in for you,” Rake said.

“Oh, god,” DJ said.

“You like that idea?” Rake asked. “Me showing you how to fuck him?”

Shaun groaned. “Stop talking about it and fuck me!” He received a resounding spank for that, but he just smiled into the darkness and wiggled his arse in the air. “DJ, I need you.”

“Anything,” DJ promised, spitting onto Shaun’s hole.

Shaun twisted his neck to watch Rake guide DJ’s dick into his arse.

DJ kept both hands tight on Shaun’s waist, keeping him in place.

Even though Rake had, as he’d said, opened Shaun up for DJ, it was still a lot .

When the head of DJ’s cock popped inside of him, the pressure knifed through Shaun’s body.

Yet when Shaun felt Rake’s fist at the base of DJ’s dick, stopping him from sinking fully inside, Shaun was glad there was more to come.

Rake didn’t seem in a rush to relinquish his hold. “Fuck him like this for a bit, Deej.”

“Yes, Sir,” DJ gritted out. It pleased Shaun to know DJ was on the edge of coming already, judging by his voice.

DJ’s fingers dug into Shaun’s hips as he withdrew and then fucked slowly back into him.

After a few strokes, Shaun grew used to the fullness.

He was ready for the last couple of inches.

Instead of being given the rest of DJ’s cock, however, there was more pressure on his rim on DJ’s next thrust. It was something he hadn’t expected.

Rake pressed a finger in alongside DJ’s cock. Shaun cried out as it stretched him wider than he’d thought he could go.

Rake slapped a hand over Shaun’s mouth. “Shh, sweetheart. You’ll wake the dead.”

Shaun didn’t just hear DJ’s muffled laughter—it vibrated through him.

Shaun moaned into Rake’s hand, tasting the slightest hint of his own blood and Rake’s cum.

If Shaun thought he was full before, it had nothing on the sensation of DJ’s cock alongside Rake’s finger.

Shaun relaxed into it as much as possible, easing his tension.

“One day,” Rake said, voice deep and raspy, “we’re both going to fuck you, both of our thick cocks at the same time in your tight hole.” Shaun whimpered into Rake’s hand at the thought.

“Rake!” DJ gasped, movement stuttering as another of Rake’s fingers slipped into Shaun’s hole. “I’m gonna come.”

“Make Shaun come first,” Rake directed.

One of DJ’s hands went straight to Shaun’s bobbing cock, jerking him fast. Shaun whined as he built towards the crest, orgasm spilling out of him in a muffled scream. DJ moaned as he came inside of Shaun, Rake’s hand stroking him through the orgasm.

DJ yanked Shaun backwards, turning him around and picking him up. “Can I?” DJ asked, teeth scraping along Shaun’s neck.

Shaun’s head lolled back. “Yes, please, yes.”

As DJ bit one side of his neck, Rake took the other, bracketing Shaun’s body between theirs. Shaun revelled in knowing he was satiating his men, savouring the sting of pain in his neck as they drank from him.

Rake and DJ were both Shaun’s. Forever.

He’d finally got what he wanted. And even better, he knew he deserved it.