Chapter 35

REDD WARNING: “Uhh yeah… don’t read this chapter, man. The f*cking shame I felt… this shi made me get into BDSM and I didn’t even know it, man… shii, someone stop my suffering.”

But when I get my chance
I swear l’Il fuck you right
And if you drink my pain
You can swallow my pride
—Drive You Insane

AT THE CLINIC,

“Mmm… we had such a fun night baby, I wish you could be there…” Glass hums while his jaw is resting on top of Evie’s hand, cuddling against it while he whispers with his sweet siren voice, hoping his lover could hear it. “You should see Redd’s d*ck disappear inside Jude. It turned me on so much, but Leo wouldn’t f*ck me while I watched them. It’s worth it, though. I get to watch the big cat let it all out in Jude.”

He speaks as if Evie is listening while he isn’t even breathing. His lungs are still ruined and it is slowly being fixed by injecting the Lady’s limited blood day by day. Their supply is running dangerously low, and another incident like this would render another vampire unrecoverable.

Glass smiles while tracing Evie’s collarbone down to his chest, then ribs where he could feel them broken. “Such a good boy Jude is. I thought he’d be mine just like Redd… but you were right. Leo sank his teeth into him. Oh well, at least he’s in love with me, right?”

Glass’ hands lowered to Evie’s stomach, then abdomen, before staring at a particular part that made him hum. “I wish the undead could get hard… I’d make love to you even in this state, my love. You couldn’t say n—”

The door opened, but it wasn’t Redd who usually takes vitals. It was Pryce, here to deliver Evie’s dose since he is the only one authorized to hold it. “You better not be planning on permanently killing your boyfriend, Glass.”

“Why would I?” Glass rolled his eyes, “How dare you accuse me of plotting on the love of my life. I’d rather permanently kill you for trying to take him away from me.”

“You should stop with the jealousy.” Pryce casually injects the IV with sacred blood, “We all sleep together, there’s no point having resentment over what we do on the daily. You don’t even love Evie.”

“How could you say that?!” The water on the IV started rippling as if there was an earthquake that nobody felt. Glass stood up, glaring at the blonde vampire. “Don’t speak as if you could read minds, Pryce. You have nothing but your age!”

“We’ve spent almost a century together, Glass. I know your past with Evie.” Pryce faced Glass with a squint of his eyes, “He told me about your history, about how he pursued you. And yet… I’m less worried about the bloodsucking predator and more suspicious of the weak, pathetic prostitute. It’s hard to believe you were ever weak and pathetic, Glass.”

The dark siren scoffed, “Thank you for the compliment. I f*cked too many men to get to where I am now. And trust me, if you weren’t the one giving my Evie medicine, I would’ve crushed your bones right now.”

Pryce suddenly grabbed his slender arm—hard, his eyes piercing deep into Glass’ cranium and only speaking inside his head so it’s too loud for him to even think about using the Sheltering.

“Ahh—! Pryce—!”

“You didn’t love Everest Santiago, Glass,” Pryce’s Echoing penetrated deep inside his brain, his voice echoing painfully. “You saw him as a way to escape your life. You tried to seduce a rich man, but when he didn’t want to sleep with you, you were determined to get him to fall for you no matter what. Everest Santiago was a powerful man, and with that power…”

“A man put out his cigarette on me. So I had to wear more pearls. But aren’t I prettier with pearls?”

Sir Everest couldn’t take his eyes off the skin underneath those pearls. “Tell me which man made you wear those pearls. And I will buy you diamonds.”

Glass smiled in the memory while the Glass in the present curled in pain at Pryce’s voice.

“You started hurting yourself and blaming it on men you wanted dead. You knew Everest was getting rid of them one by one—it doesn’t matter how. You faked concern over him so he feels special to you. But all you wanted was for him to take you out of that whorehouse!” Pryce never let go of his arm even when Glass knelt on the floor and started crying.

“Only then when you found out he was a vampire, that you saw the ultimate way to have power: being a monster. And so, you begged Everest to turn you, even threatening him if he doesn’t. You want the power, you want the strengths… and you will use Everest to take revenge on those who have wronged you.”

“PRYCE STOP IT!” His head was shaking from the voice that triggered tremors in his head. “STOP IT—PLEASE!”

Finally, Pryce let go of Glass’ arm and the siren curled into a scared ball on the edge of Evie’s bed. He was shaking, sobbing heavily, holding his hair as if using it to block out Pryce’s voice.

“You have never confessed that, Glass. Not even to Evie, your lover. He saw you as an innocent doe worthy of being saved and given a life you’ve always wanted. Only for you to be a manipulative succubus who wants nothing but power and pleasure.” Pryce kneeled to get to his level, making Glass flinch and look away. “I even suspect you wanted Evie dead so you can have Jude all to yourself.”

“You’re f*cking insane, Pryce! I can have both, F*CK YOU!”

“You’re not gonna have either,” Pryce smiled, “Because if Evie doesn’t wake up after the last drop of God’s blood in the upcoming days, he’s gone forever. And Jude… that sweet boy, Jude? He belongs to Lucifer.”

IN FRONT OF AN ALUMNI’s BEDROOM,

Redd has swallowed for the third time within ten minutes of standing in front of Archer’s bedroom. His heart is barely working, so it must be his brain pounding against his skull knowing this is a horrible idea. C’mon, man. The cross dresser is a foot shorter than you. He’s not all that scary.

Do this for Jude. Finally, he lifted his hand, but the door suddenly clicked open. Archer definitely knows Redd was standing there the whole time, and waited patiently.

Redd entered a room with red threads strung around like a seamstress died in by explosion. There were so many red strings throughout the room, it mimicked blood and made Redd’s stomach growl. The Geisha was sitting on his bed, softly brushing the strings that he gathered around his dainty hand as if it was a maiden’s hair.

“Have you ever heard of the strings of fate~?” Archer hummed as the door closed behind Redd. His moon shaped eyes smile at Redd, “I could only control someone’s fate after they died. Their blood vessels… are my strings, hehe~”

Only then did Redd realize that these weren’t wool strings, they were carefully woven vessels from humans and vampires, judging by the smell of blood inside Archer’s room. The Geisha wasn’t brushing strings, he was untangling new vessels he extracted from corpses. Redd stepped back, his hunger spiking.

“What the f*ck?! Did you just want me here so you can try controlling living beings?! You can’t do that, you know that!”

“Mmm. We create our own fates, Redd…” Archer stood up, walking towards the bigger man with a clean stride worthy of a Queen. “I refuse to play with only corpses. You’re here… for me to play with.”

Red strings protrude from his five fingertips and two of them stabbed into Redd’s wrists, then another two went to his forehead and chest. But the last one danced its way towards a struggling Redd, teasing and playful.

“I’ve always loved big dogs,” Archer whispered casually, his threads pinning Redd to the door. His other hand, sharp fingernails and all, reached for Redd’s pants and fiddled with its locks. “Even though they’re so sweet… people will be too afraid to approach, too terrified to pet. A big dog can only protect with its looks. But they’re the precious ones in need of protecting.”

Redd’s buttons snapped open and that dancing playful thread wove its way under Redd’s boxers.

Archer leaned in and whispered to the terrified Redd, “I’ve always wanted a dog like you.”

“AHH—!” That thread went inside a place that should never be penetrated, and Redd can’t even push him away because of the strings digging into his wrists and head. “Archer, stop it!”

He almost knelt down, but it was impossible because of the strings. The one in his pants weaved deeper into him, crawling through his veins wrapping around his shaft. It wasn’t just going inside, it was invading him like a lover in the night. Redd breathed incoherently, sweat escaping every part of his body as he whimpered in pain.

“Ahhh… hahhh… hhha!”

“Shhh… I won’t hurt you. I just need to…” Archer’s thread failed to arouse Redd no matter how gentle it is wriggling inside. It had even failed to increase his heart rate. Again, he is not a corpse.

But Archer was determined to control him.

“Would you fall in love with me, Redd?” Archer asked, knowing what the answer would be. But that red string pressed deep into the bigger man’s head, he could only scream in agony. Archer tilts his head, red eyes glowing in a room with dimmed lights from all the threads that surround it. “Tell me you love me.”

“AHHHH! CUT IT OUT!”

“I’m just asking you to love me,” the Geisha’s face morphed into heartbreak, the strings making Redd bleed. “Come on… fall for me.”

“I CAN’T! I DON’T WANT TO! STOP IT BEFORE I KILL YOU, KYUHEI!”

Indeed, Redd fell in front of Archer when the strings ejected from him and went back to their owner. Archer looks down in disappointment, but mainly to himself. Of course he can’t control Redd; he’s alive, not a corpse. Going further would make the subject attack him instead. So, Archer simply turned around and sat back on his bed, the kimono exposing one slender leg seductively.

“We’re not done here, Redd. You will keep kneeling for me every night until my threads work on you.”

Redd slammed his fist against the floor before yelling at Archer, “Why the F*CK are you so desperate to control us, when you’re already powerful enough to control everyone under the ground?! You can control fossilized bones, Kyuhei! Why are you not satisfied?!”

“Satisfied~?” He scoffed, loosening his kimono to fall off his shoulders, “What do you know of satisfaction? Because you only f*ck to please the others Redd, you don’t f*ck to pleasure yourself. You’re only here to treat others, but you’re the sickest in the convent, ne~?”

“I’m not sick.” Redd stumbled to his feet, pointing a threatening finger at Archer. “Don’t turn this on me, I’m asking YOU why you can’t be satisfied!”

“Nobody is ever satisfied, Redd-san. Not Glass, not the Monsignor, not you, and especially not me. We have eternity in this earth, we have nothing to do except to be better than who we were yesterday. The only difference between you and me is that I’m chasing satisfaction… while you only live to satisfy others. Glass, mainly… right~? Hehe~” Archer smiled upon seeing Redd’s face twist.

He stood up, walking barefoot towards Redd who had his tongue caught by a cat. Archer gently reached forward and slowly pressed his hands against Redd’s c*ck, angling his head to look at the very tall man.

“I can satisfy you, Redd. In a way that you will never get from Glass, or Jude…” Archer gently ran his hand over that huge package that he failed to arouse earlier. “I am a very good lover. I can take care of you~”

“You’ll just replace Glass’ shackles with your own,” Redd sneered, “I’d rather be with him.”

“I’m not asking you to leave him…” Archer stood on his toes to catch a whiff of Redd’s blood running through the veins of his neck. “In return of being my practice dummy, I will satisfy you beyond compare. Think of it as a reward. Of course, the penalty of not being my practice dummy is getting Jude sent to the Vatican, hehe~”

“I’m—”

Archer cut him off, “… doing this for Jude, not for your own satisfaction? There you are again… living as a slave to other people. You are a big dog trying to protect everyone when there’s no one to protect such a sweet thing.”

Once again, Redd is silenced. He thinks back on the last time he ever did something for himself. Archer took advantage of this and reached up to wrap his arms around the bigger vampire, his sleeves enveloping Redd like a welcomed hug.

“Come on, let me lick those wounds clean… let my tongue comfort you, let my fingers wrap around you. I want nothing more than you make you feel good, hmm~?” Archer’s voice was comforting, in a different way from Glass’ loving voice. It was forbidden silk made out of veins.

Archer pulled away from the man, but took his huge hands with him. He pulled Redd towards the bed and surprisingly, Redd walked with him. The strings descended to unbutton Redd’s shirt, allowing their master to touch his scarred chest and gently push him to lay on the bed.

Redd blinked rapidly, realizing what’s happening. His hand immediately snaps to hold Archer’s thin wrists. “Kyuhei… I don’t want to f*ck you. I’m loyal to Glass no matter what.”

Archer’s head tilts in a way that reminds him of Glass. He giggled, “You don’t have to do such a thing. I only want your blood… and you know what we have to do for that, ne~?”

Redd could only watch as Archer pressed his dangerous hands against his member, waiting for it to get larger. But the medic was too terrified about those fingernails and the fact they’re surrounded by blood vessels to get aroused. This won’t end if he doesn’t get what he wants… I have to close my eyes. Think of Glass…

Archer’s clothes fully fell off his shoulders as he leaned down to lay his tongue on Redd’s tip. Feeling the wet appendage, Redd opened his eyes and saw the geisha look at him like a snake anticipating its prey’s escape. He held the half-hard member so gently and softly, his tongue felt like velvet soaked in gel.

Underneath the intimidating geisha make up, Archer’s eyes looked alluring and beautiful. With a smile, it’s even more hypnotizing. As he dragged his tongue down the shaft, it hardened even more. But Redd wasn’t thinking of Glass.

One of Archer’s threads are connected inside the back of Redd’s neck, the intrusive veins forcing him to keep his eyes open and thoughts empty of no one else but pleasure.

See, the thing is… Archer chuckled at his success in making Redd believe he is aroused at his own will. You’re not my first pet, Redd. You’d be less likely to attack me if you think you’re not being controlled.

“You’re such a big boy,” Archer whispered, jerking him off while keeping the head against his lips. Redd had to throw his head back to groan. “I can hear your heart, pumping all that young blood. Your d*ck too, begging for release… come on, big boy. Let me taste what’s inside~”

“Ahhh…” unbeknownst to Redd, a tiny red string slithered its way inside his urethra and planted itself against the gland responsible for pre-ejaculation.

Redd noticed how he’s getting riled up too fast. He can usually last for hours inside a hole, why is he climbing up after a few minutes with a hand? “What the… hell is this… ? Kyuhei…”

“Yes! Say my name… moan it out loud!” He exclaimed excitedly, two threads making their way further inside Redd’s pants. This time, they’re targeting the muscle responsible for ejaculation. “I can give you the greatest pleasure, Redd! I can give more than Glass or Jude could ever give you! I can go further… way, way deeper~!”

“Ahh! Kyuhei!” Redd finally realized he’s being probed down there, and the threads are small enough to go unnoticed until they planted themselves in his prostate. “What the f*ck—?! Get them out of there!”

He protested heavily, but his face was twisted into a debate between morals and pleasure. It felt incredibly good but so, so wrong. His breath was heavy, his heart going wild and his blood is lacking oxygen. Archer only used his hands, because his fangs are getting ready to penetrate Redd’s skin for that delicious blood.

“Kyuhei, I swear… get them out!” Redd barked, but his hips buckled at the sensations those strings were forcing on that untouched muscle. “It feel so… ahh f*ck… feel so…”

“Good~?”

“Weird! Get them out, please!” He begged, whimpering at the assault from both his front and back. “I can’t take it anymore… it’s too much—ahh…! Ahhfff—uck!”

“Anyone will be afraid of anything new. But once you walk away after such an experience, hehe~… you will search for it, and you’ll keep thinking about it again and again,” Archer cracked a devious smile as the breathless Redd squirmed on his bed, holding Archer’s hands as a desperate attempt to stop the overwhelming sensations.

But Archer didn’t need to stimulate his c*ck. Everything was happening inside of him, and Redd is getting f*cked by his red strings of fate.

“You don’t know it yet,” Archer breathes in, his predatory eyes on Redd. “But this will be the best thing that has happened to you.”

“F*CK, I’M GONNA COME!” Could he even call it that? All of his nerves were electrocuted; if the legs weaken after ejaculation, Redd’s entire body jolted with electricity as he came all over Archer’s face. He came a lot more than the hours he would spend f*cking the other vampires—Archer had to catch the rest with his hands, and had plenty to rub against his chest. All while Redd is struggling to get back in his own head.

“Mmmm, thick just like its maker!” Archer exclaimed with glee, taking advantage of Redd’s high by climbing on top of him, his long hair draping down as a curtain to cover both their heads. “Let’s test if the blood is just as delicious, ne~?”

Archer sank into his neck and took as much blood as sperm that squirted all over him. Redd could only roll his eyes back, as he had no strength to deny Archer the blood he wants. Some even trickled down his neck and onto the sheets. He can feel each drop escape his veins, and it was like being in the climax of a drug-induced coma.

It felt too good, it felt too great. He didn’t even notice hundreds of threads attached to his body, keeping him in Archer’s experimental spell.

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