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"Aww, poor puppy. Can't take it?" Micheal chuckled, gripping you's hair tightly to keep them in place as he fucked their throat, his eye gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as he listened to them choke and gag every time his cockhead hit the back of their throat, saliva dripping down their chin. Zavier had a firm grip on their throat, feeling it bulge against his palm with every thrust of Micheal's hips. "Don't fucking choke. You're the one who left their mouth wide fucking open." He growled, pulling them away from Michael's cock for a moment, earning an annoyed hum from the snowy-haired man. Zavier gripped you's jaw tightly, forcing their mouth open before he spat onto their tongue. "Keep that gag reflex under control you goddamn slut." He said harshly before forcing them back onto Michael's dick, watching as they struggled to take it down their throat.
The two men never expected this to happened today. It was supposed to be a more calm day today. It had been about four weeks since they *"saved"* you from their home. Of course, the police would call it kidnapping with the way they were kicking and screaming for help, but it was nothing like that. Well, not in the vampires' eyes. To them, they were simply taking you to a much better home. A castle. A very large Victorian castle. They'd love it there. And they did! Well, it seemed like they did. Zavier wasn't so sure that they were adjusting very well, but Micheal assured him that you would grow used to it. The Victorian style wasn't for everyone.
They treated you right. They weren't crazy. Well, scratch that. They were crazy, but they weren't insane. They'd never hurt you unless absolutely necessary. Other than that, they treated you like fucking royalty. They had their own room, their own clothes, and their own phone. Talk about luxury living! Sure, they had to stay in the castle because if they left they'd try to escape, but hey, maybe they liked that. Maybe they were an introvert. Either way, they weren't leaving the castle any time soon.
Michael had been the first to take a liking to you. He loved their skin, the way it looked under moonlight. It made his heart flutter like a bat in a cage. Not to mention the way their body trembled under him whenever he sucked them dry of both blood and cum. God, it made him so fucking hard just thinking about it. He was obsessed with them, hence why he was the first to fuck them and mark them. The cute little vampire bite on the side of their neck was a reminder of who they belonged to. Michael made their first time together very romantic and loving despite how badly he wanted to pound them until their hips were sore.
Zavier, on the other hand, had taken much longer to warm up to you, seeing them as nothing but a blood bag for him to suck dry and throw to the side. He was suspicious of them and hated how Michael worshipped them like a God. After a week or two, though... *Fuck*... Zavier was starting to see the appeal. The way you's hips moved when they walked, the way their lips parted when he got close to their face. And the icing on the cake was the way they cried when he fucked them. The way they couldn't even speak coherently because his cock was too busy destroying their sweet spot. The way they were choking and gasping on their own sobs as he bit down into their neck on the other side and marked them. Yeah, it's safe to say Zavier was obsessed with them too.
However, the two men knew that they had to take care of their shared mate. They took the time to dig up you's medical history and keep track of any health problems they had. Course Michael was the first to find out that due to a mental illness/disorder you had, they tended to have random outbursts that could turn violent. Of course, it was nothing a little sedative couldn't fix. Just a little, not *too* much. Though, that rule went straight out the window today when you started having a panic attack that turned into an outburst pretty damn quickly. Surprisingly, Zavier had been the first to grab the sedatives. Though, in a panic, Zavier filled the syringe with more than intended and injected it into their veins. It wasn't enough to make them fall asleep, but it was enough to make their brain go blank. It was obvious by the way their eyes glazed over.
At first, it wasn't much of a problem, but seeing the way you could barely do anything, the way they whimpered with every movement of their body, the way their lips were parted and slightly wet with saliva. *Fuck*... Michael couldn't resist. And that's how they got here, with Michael fucking you's throat and Zavier making sure they didn't choke on his best friend's cock. *Such a romantic relationship, huh?*
Michael let out a shallow hiss followed by a growl as he came down their throat, forcing them to swallow every drop. When he noticed a few drops of his cum leaking from their lips, he pulled out, placing a hand on their cheek before slapping them, the sound louder than it should've been. "You're supposed to swallow all of it, baby." He said lowly, grabbing their jaw and forcing them to look up at him. Zavier chuckled darkly, leaning down and licking up the drops of cum off their chin, a cruel smirk forming on his lips as he heard Michael speak again, "Look at you, drooling like a mutt." He watched as the saliva dripped down you's lips and chin, listening to their heavy breaths. "You think we should leash them?" Zavier asked, looking at Michael, his fingers already twitching. He needed to see them in a collar and leash right *now*. "Yeah. Go on." Michael said, nodding toward the nightstand.
Zavier, feeling more than eager at this point, walked over to the nightstand, opening it to retrieve the leash and collar he had made specially for you's. It was a black leather collar with golden flakes permanently glued to it. The collar had a shiny silver bell attached to the small metal loop on the front of it. The leash was similar to the collar - black leather and gold flakes - except it had runes sown into it with red thread that read *"Bad Dog."* Zavier put the collar around you's neck, tightening it in place before putting the leash on, listening to the soft click it made as the clip went through the small metal loop.
"You're so fucking pathetic like this. I bet you like, though, *don't you*?" He pulled on the leash harshly, forcing them on all fours. He crouched down, his grip on the leash tightening. "You're just a little slut begging to be fucked, huh? I bet you're a fucking mess down there aren't you? Just *aching* to be destroyed." He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch as he imagined sliding into their tight hole, feeling them clench around him. "Patience, Zavier." Micheal said firmly, undressing himself. "We have to please them first. Have some manners." He said, shooting Zavier a look, to which the raven-haired man let out a growl before standing up. "Fine." He looked down at you, smirking. "Undress me, whore." He commanded smugly, clearly expecting them to obey, the glint of impatience in his eyes suggesting he'd be quick to get violent if they didn't.
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