Every Time I See A Siblings X Reader Threesome Fic:

Chills me down to my soul

Kraken!Danny Wagner x AFAB/GN Reader

18+

Warnings: graphic sexual content, horror themes, monster AU, inappropriate use of tentacles, a tad bit of degradation, weird autonomy (octopus stuff), penetrative sex (it ain't a dick though), reader fucking dies?, death mentioned multiple times, language/cursing, hostage situation, as always..shitty writing

Word count: 1.8k

ok this is not going to be everyones thing. this was a very self indulgent fic (as per usual), I could not shake the thought of kraken danny, so here it is. can y'all tell I'm fixed on pirates?

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the night was cold.

You are traveling with a small group of pirates. At the moment, you are on a small boat, paddling to shore for a minor attack, planning to rob in the night and escape by sunrise. You had been rowing for about an hour, you had to keep the main ship far away from the land as to not alert the people. There was 7 of you total crammed on the vessel, 5 of which were asleep, leaving only you and one other awake.

Neither of you had spoken, not interested in conversation at the time. The water was still, making it fairly easy to cross. Well, you thought it was still, until there was a rough rock of the boat. It woke up two other men. You all looked around in confusion, but not seeing anything, relaxed back. A moment later, it happened again, rougher and repetitive, 3 times. Now everyone was awake. You looked out, the water was perfectly still. There was something beneath you.

Suddenly, the ship was forced to a full stop. You attempted to keep paddling to no avail. It was as if you were anchored down, or had crashed into something. You looked up at the bow to the first mate of the crew, who was facing you, looking confused and concerned.

"What in Gods name is going on?"

Your eyes widened as you looked past him. A massive tentacle was rising from the water, dead silent, rippling, poised to strike.

"Holy fuck"

You were cut off as it grabbed the man and pulled him down, and before you could process it, the boat was flipped. You can just barely hear the screams of your crew before you are submerged under the water. The dark sky makes it impossible to see anything in the sea. As death begins to take you, you can ever slightly feel something wrapping around you, pulling you down.

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A loud thrumming pounds in your ears, a steady beating. You awake and sit up, coughing, hurling up water. The beat comes to a stop. You blink and rub at your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

You are sitting in a dark, rocky cave. The ground is covered in ankle deep water. The air is chilled, the water cold. You are sopping wet and freezing, shaking.

In the dim light you can just barely make out a figure in the corner. It wasn't human. The only thing you could see were its eyes. They were dark, hungry. Staring into your soul. You shuffle back as much as you can before crashing into the back wall of the cave with a thud. It laughs softly. You glance around, trying to find any form of escape, yet there was nothing.

It slowly moves towards you. As it gets closer, you can start to see it's features. The top seems to be that of a man. Tall, muscular, pale. His jaw is sharp, his nose arched. He has long, black, curly hair. It's damp, sticking to his skin. His eyes are set on you. Deep browns, focused. Your eyes travel down his body, and the sight would have made you shiver if you weren't already. From his waist down came eight, thick, long, dark blue tentacles, moving in sync as he came over to you.

"What a pretty little thing."

The end of one of the tentacles wraps around one of your ankles and roughly drags you forward. You cry out and he shakes his head, the grip tightening.

"Hush. There's no one else here to listen."

When you quiet down, it loosens, but doesn't let go, instead, slithering up your leg, coiled around it. Another comes forward, wrapping around your other leg. They were wet, yet gave a little warmth. Alive. Through the material of your pants you could feel the hundreds of suckers that lined them, attaching themselves to you.

You writhe a bit against them and he leans down until he's eye to eye with you, head tilted, questioning. You stop to look up at him. He was actually rather handsome.

"Do I frighten you?"

His voice is soft, his eyes on yours. You weren't sure how to respond. You were terrified of him, yet intrigued. Curious what this creature was. You shake your head and his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Really, now? You don't look too confident in that."

You sit up till you are nose to nose with him.

"I'm not scared."

He slowly blinks, and when he re-opens his eyes the whites have faded into a golden yellow, the pupils narrowing to thin black ovals. He grins.

"How about now?"

You lean back away from his face, startled. He tuts and brings a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you forward, forcing you to look at him.

"Ah-ah-ah, no. Look at me. Are you afraid?"

You stare into his eyes. His glare was intense. You swallow thickly.

"No."

His nails dig into your neck just a little bit. He shook his head and smiled.

"How interesting. You should be, you know?"

He wanted you to be afraid. Usually humans were horrified of him, and the fact you seemingly weren't pissed him off. You had every reason to be scared, but you were acting like you weren't.

"Why should I be?"

You boldly questioned. He laughed, baffled. He leaned back, speaking through gritted teeth. The tentacles tightened around your thighs and pulled, forcing them open.

"Are you stupid? Blind? You do realize the entirety of your little crew is dead because of me, right? I could kill you right now. Should have just let you drown with the rest of them."

You gave the smallest bit of a whine when the tip of one of the tentacles brushed across your crotch, not purposely. The creature quickly stopped his ranting, leaning towards you again, a smirk playing across his lips.

"Oh?.. Are you….sensitive?"

You knew your cheeks were flushing red. You couldn't believe yourself, getting aroused by some monster just barely touching you. One of his other tentacles coiled around your waist and lifted you up, holding you before him. You tried to squirm away but he held you firmly in place.

"You want more? Answer me."

Rationally, you should have said no. Rationally, you should have been trying to find an escape. But what did you have to lose? There was no way you were making it out of this alive, so why not indulge in one last fantasy before you're killed?

"Yes."

He grins and sets you back down. The tentacles come off of you for just a moment before one slithered back between your thighs. It nudged your shirt up your stomach before hooking into the tie holding your pants up, tugging it loose. Another tentacle snakes up and they both dip under your waistband and pull your pants entirely down and off.

He bites his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of you. You can see now his teeth are a little sharp, mainly the four front ones. Not extremely, but enough to be noticable. The end of a tentacle flicks at your inner thigh, a silent request for you to spread them more. He smiles when you obey.

The tip of the tentacle slowly runs up your cunt, brushing across your clit carefully. The sensation elicits a soft moan from you. He repeats this motion for a couple minutes, over and over until you are trembling with need. You look up to find his eyes entranced on your cunt.

"Please.."

You whine softly. He looks at your expression for a moment before he begins to slowly push the tentacle inside of you, his eyebrows knit together tight in concentration. A groan drags from deep in your throat at the burning stretch.

You could feel the suckers attaching themselves inside of you, creating a pulsing sensation, it was like nothing you had ever felt before. The creature hums softly, closing his eyes as if he was thinking deeply about something. He opened them again and leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.

"You taste so sweet."

You looked up at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he meant, or how he knew what you tasted like. He laughed quietly.

"The suckers. That is how I taste. You've never seen an octopus before? I certainly can't taste with this."

With that, he leaned in and ran his tongue over your neck, and the feeling made you shudder. His tongue was covered in tiny little sharp teeth, scraping across your skin. A radula. You curled in on yourself, horrified of it. He sat back up, grinning.

"Oh my Gods. What the fuck-"

He cut your words off with a particularly deep thrust into you, making you stutter, a surprised moan slipping out. He continues at a slow pace, fucking you ruthlessly with his tentacle.

"Yeah? You like that, you little harlot?"

As he spoke he picked up a brutal pace, shoving it into you until you were writhing and clenching, crying as he brought you right to the edge. One of his free tentacles slid up and wrapped around your neck, not tight enough to kill you yet, but enough to make you struggle to breathe.

"So close!.."

You choked out.

"Give it to me."

His eyes flashed dark as he watched you intently. He was reaching a part of you that you didn't even know existed. This all felt so incredibly wrong, so strange, yet, you had never felt so good in your life.

You cried out as you came hard. He kept a relentless pace through it, fucking you until you were sobbing and shaking with overstimulation, begging him to stop. He slowly pulled the tentacle from you, leaving you feeling sore and hollow.

After a moment of just watching you, he moved his tentacle from your throat and instead to your waist, bringing you up by it so your face was close to his.

"Y'know, I was always told not to play with my food."

Your eyes widened at the realization. In the depths of pleasure, you had entirely forgotten just what you were dealing with. This beast had every intention of consuming you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Before you could even speak a word one of his hands slipped up and yanked your head back by the hair. His sharp teeth sunk into your neck, tearing through the flesh, fully ripping your jugular out.

The last thing you saw before the icy hands of death embraced you was his eyes. Far too human for the destruction they caused.

Live Danny Reaction

Inspired by real conversation

sometimes I look back at my own fics and I genuinely don't recall writing them. like what. who said that? must've been the wind

Happy Thursday! Today we start getting a bit more from our other characters, and it’s a treat! Hope you enjoy

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash Jake Kiszka X Fem OC

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY! We’re back ladies and gents, themes of jealousy, manipulation, intrusive thoughts, smoking, smut including: m/f sex, oral m&f receiving, consensual chocking, blood drinking, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.6k

“Sam! Wait!” Danny caught the door before it could even swing shut and took off after him, no one in the party even looking up from where they were either drinking or dancing. Except maybe for Terry who was still waiting on the ice, but even he was two steps away from forgetting as his wife pulled him up and started swaying her bedazzled hips.

He could go after them, but something about the looks Sam had given him the past few days led Jake to believe his face was the last thing Sam wanted to see right now. Besides, there was something else far more interesting left waiting inside.

Quietly, Jake pushed the back door open and slipped inside, intentionally stepping around the now broken beer bottle on the floor. Once he eased his way around the corner she came into sight. Diane was sitting on the edge of the bar. How she’d gotten up there when the counters sat high compared to her short petite stature was beyond him, but he certainly didn’t underestimate her determination.

Thinking she was alone now she had a hand down the front of shirt, adjusting the way her breasts sat atop her push-up bra. Just when she was about to grab the edge of the countertop and jump down onto her flashy and probably overpriced boots her eye caught something shifting in the dark.

“Back the fuck off Billy or I’ll mace your ass again!”

She yelled like nothing scared her, but she was already reaching into her boot for said spray.

“Do I look like Billy?” Jake questioned, stepping out into the light that seeped through the windows so she could get a better look at him.

With her eyes squinted, Diane tucked the spray back into her boot and sat up straighter. “Jake?”

“Indeed it is darling” a cattish grin spread across his lips, but he kept them tightly closed as he approached her. “Why aren’t you enjoying the party with everyone else?”

“Oh,” she returned the smile, the light shade of pink gloss on her lips looking freshly applied. “I was just talking to Danny but he had somewhere else to go”. Jake was only a couple of feet away from her now, and her eyes scanned up and down his body before she lifted a suggestive brow. “I’m glad you’re here now, but why aren’t you at the party?”

“I heard a little commotion earlier” he replied truthfully, Jake was always one to tell the truth after all. “I came to check and make sure everyone was alright… are you? Alright?”

Diane faked a sigh of frustration, tossing her long jet black hair, specifically curled in loose waves for this party, over her shoulder and leaned closer in a way that made her chest puff out and her breasts press together. “Not really, I don’t want to be alone. You wouldn’t let me be alone tonight Jake, would you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Jake grinned again as he finally came to stand before her. He reached forward, trailing his fingers against her neck and she opened her legs to allow him closer. “Why do you try so hard?”

“Hmm?” She had let her eyes close as Jake leaned forward to press kisses against the skin of her throat. It didn’t even occur to her that despite the evocative way he was touching her, Jake wasn’t at all interested.

After a few more teasing kisses Jake pulled back, waiting until her eyes fluttered open again to see why he’d stopped to continue to speak lowly. “Don’t you get it? Or are you really just that stupid?”

Her eyes widened and he felt her tense in his grasp, one hand still against the side of her neck and the other having grabbed her hip to keep her from moving. “Danny doesn’t want you like that. He never has, and he never will. So stop getting in the way. All you ever were to him was a warm drink, and that’s all you’ll be for me”.

“Dri-?” Before her mouth could even finish forming the question, Jake turned her head aside and closed his jaw around the thick ropy vein in her neck. Her scream was cut off by a choke as she fought for air against his hold.

Jake could feel her heart rate rising, fluttering faster and faster until it seemingly reached its peak and she went limp. He then let go, knowing she’d be too weak and disoriented to try and run now. At least that’s how they’d all been every time Danny was there, watching, carefully making sure Jake didn’t hurt anyone.

Danny wasn’t here though, and Jake was watching with hunger still laced in his eyes as she reached up and winced when touching her neck.

“Did you really… bite me?”

I did! Jake was shouting inside his head while his exterior remained stoic and focused. I did it! She’s fine, and Danny wasn’t even here to stop me! Fuck… Danny isn’t here. What do I do now?

During all the ‘practice’ Jake and Josh did with Danny, he had always taken over at the end making sure to wipe their memories of what had happened. Jake hadn’t gotten that far yet.

Ok, don’t panic, if you panic she will start panicking.

Diane flinched when Jake grabbed her shoulders, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Hey, stay right here. I’m going to go get some help”.

She stared up at him, her eyes still round as the tray she carted over her shoulder when waitressing.

“You hear me? Stay put”.

Going on nothing more than a hope and a prayer Jake disappeared. Off to find Danny before things inevitably got very, very messy.

“Sam! Have you seen Danny?” Jake asked with a slightly worried look on his dumb, stupid face.

“No”. Sam lied. Of course he’s looking for Danny, who else would he be spending all of his free time with?

“Cut the shit Sam” Jake snapped. It was uncommon for him to not remain composed in most situations so that got Sam’s attention quick. “Listen, I know something’s up with you two” he exhaled slowly, centering himself again before he went off and said something that would seriously piss Sam off - like how Danny had confided in him just a bit about the breakup. “I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge how serious Jake was. Serious, by the looks of it.

“Now, will you tell me where Danny went?”

Thank the heavens Diane was just where he’d left her when Jake came back. Danny gave him a sideways look, she was also in the exact same spot he’d seen her last.

“I know, not my finest moment, but you’re still going to help me right?”

“I’m not going to do anything” Danny replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You are”.

Jake opened his mouth to counter, but before he could speak Danny already had him turned around and was walking him over to Diane. “Focus” Danny leaned down to mutter into his ear. “Look her in the eye and feel it”.

I feel… something. Jake thought to himself, but he was unsure if it was the feeling Danny was referring to or the adrenaline he was still riding from feeding. Coming to stand in front of her again Diane locked sights with Jake, her frightened eyes growing droopy.

“What now?” Jake asked, taking his time with each word in an attempt to prevent himself from slipping up.

“Now,” Danny let Jake’s shoulders go and took a step back, watching over them to make sure he was actually doing it right. “Tell her what you need to. Influence her”.

“Diane” Jake began, and she nodded her head to show she understood he was speaking to her now. “I want you to forget what I said to you earlier. Forget everything I said. In fact, forget you even saw me in here at all. When I leave you’re going to get your things and find someone sober enough to drive you home”.

Diane nod her head again, not even blinking once since Jake wasn’t blinking either.

“Did it work?” Jake whispered over his shoulder, still holding eye contact.

“We should watch her for a few days, but yes it should have”.

Jake had seen Danny influence the strangers, or ‘volunteers’ as Danny kept trying to convince them to call the people they fed on, multiple times over the last two weeks. For some reason he always thought it was going to be harder to learn. “That’s it?”

“That’s it” Danny echoed with his hands on his hips. He wouldn’t say he was proud, but Jake doing so well was giving him a sense of relief that at least something he was doing was working.

“And Diane,” Jake quickly added, “you’re going to start being nicer to Sam too”.

Danny couldn’t help the smile that twitched on his lips. Normally he didn’t like messing with people’s free will too much, but she honestly could probably benefit from being a little less bitchy to her coworkers.

Once Danny was sure Jake had everything under control he took his leave. Even if he was excited Jake was able to feed safely on his own he still wanted to look after the twins for a bit longer. At least for tonight though he’d let them be, it was their party after all. They needed to enjoy it while they still felt their birthday was something to celebrate and not just another year spent walking the Earth in the dark.

Having lost sight of both Jake and Danny for a good while now Sam tried to not let his emotions get the best of him.

I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?

Why would Jake even say that? Sam nibbled on the corner of his thumb as he kept a dutiful eye on Josh. Sam had been most nervous about the party, so he’d already decided before it started that he was going to keep watch of the twins. Drinks had been offered to him by just about everyone here tonight, Sam having a reputation of letting loose and having a good time - no need to bring up that he was the only Kiszka in town with an arrest record.

Who knew what Jake was up to, and if it involved Danny then Sam definitely did not want to know. Josh on the other hand was doing surprisingly well. He almost seemed his normal self as Sam watched him smile from ear to ear and dance around like a weird uncle. He even had Sam chuckling from time to time when he butt in on Terry and his wife dancing, taking both of their hands and swinging his arms back and forth. When the song was over she leaned in and let Josh give her a peck on the cheek before he turned around and tried to kiss Terry next. Sam couldn’t stop his laugh when Terry promptly ran away.

What a lovable guy Josh was. No wonder it was hard for him to learn his new way of life. He’d figure it out for himself eventually though. If there was anything Sam knew about his brothers, it was that they were strong. They could get through this, together.

Fuck it the little voice in the back of Sam’s head, not the adult sounding one, shouted loud enough for him to finally pay attention. If Josh didn’t need a babysitter, then there was no reason for him to stay sober.

Remembering how anxious he had been when handling stuff at the bar for Josh, Sam crossed the gravel lot over to his usual parking spot and threw his car door open. With one knee pressed into the seat, half of his body still dangling outside the car, Sam reached over the center console and popped open the glove box.

There wasn’t much in there. Just an old CD case mostly filled with bootlegged music Jake had burned onto his own disks in high school, likely giving their family computer a virus even if he never owned up to it. Sam was so pissed when he couldn’t log into neopets to check on his stuff while it was being serviced.

In addition to a pack of tissues and a couple of lighters Sam found what he was looking for - a crumpled pack of cheap cigarettes. “Come to daddy” Sam grinned as he flipped the cover over, revealing not a crumbling torn up cigarette, but the one last joint he’d rolled the week before. Normally he’d share one with their busser during break to get the both of them through the end of the shift, but tonight this one was all his and he planned to sit in his car with the windows rolled up until he was sufficiently baked enough to go back to the party.

As he watched the glass fog over with each glowing puff, Sam realized Danny had never seen him high before. He was sure they’d talked about it once or twice - Danny did go to college in the seventies after all. He didn’t much care what Danny might think if they ran into each other again tonight, he needed this.

In fact the more Sam smoked the more he felt like maybe he should bump into Danny. The head rush always did make it easier for Sam to chit chat mindlessly instead of trying to over analyze every little thing someone was saying to him.

Maybe they could have a nice conversation, try to get on good terms again. It wasn’t like Sam wanted to push Danny away, even if he had initiated a break up. It was just easier to act like he wanted nothing to do with him rather than fight every overwhelming emotion he felt when Danny still looked at him like he’d pull every star from the sky and hang them again in whatever patterns Sam wanted him to.

Danny was everything Sam had been waiting for in a guy and he wanted to be with him, desperately, but now just wasn’t the right time.

Danny had disappeared again, but he didn’t worry himself with that as he stood on the back patio waiting for Diane to come out.

“Jesus Jake!” She jumped like she had seen a ghost when he stepped from out of the shadows. “What are you doing? The party is over there”. She pointed towards the roar of music and laughter coming from the front of the bar before tucking her hand into the front of her tiny jean shorts and pulled out her car keys.

“Where are you going?” Jake questioned, his pointed eyes flicking to her keys then back to her eyes curiously.

“Home” she sighed defeatedly like it hadn’t been her idea to call it a night.

Jake took a step closer, plucking the keys from her hand before she could even attempt to ask him what he was doing. “Need someone to get you there safe?” His eyes met hers again, a subtle offer lying deep in the dark orbs that shined mischievously with the glow of the newly fixed street light overhead.

Her glossy lips curled into a smile, taking his hint, and she nodded her head. They walked quickly to her car to avoid being caught by anyone and Jake held the passenger door open for her before slipping behind the wheel.

Diane’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar. That was one of the reasons she worked there, an easy commute, and because she got good tips that paid for all her makeup and flashy nails. She was a simple girl, not one Jake usually went for, but what did it matter now they were already here.

As soon as she unlocked the front door Jake caught her by the waist before she could step inside and pressed his lips into the curve of her neck. Her body responded by pressing her ass into his groin, tossing her head back with a soft moan as he sucked harder drawing blood to the surface to form a rosy bruise. He could almost taste her again, but he kept it under control as he slowly drug his lips to the shell of her ear. “Want to taste you” he muttered with a teasing nibble that made her giggle and moan again. “You’ll let me in so I can?”

“Hmm, I don’t know” she teased back, now full on grinding against him right there in the open where all her neighbors could see. He squeezed her hips once before pulling away to swat at her ass.

“Come on, be a good girl and invite me in”.

“Fuck” She moaned again, already growing wet enough to soak her panties through at the mere thought of what was about to happen. She had a few decent guys on rotation when she needed a little night in, but something about Jake showing interest in her for the first time ever got her blood pumping. “Yes Jake, come in, please”.

Not wasting another second Jake spun her around and connected his lips to hers, backing her inside and kicking the door shut behind them. Never having been inside Diane’s apartment did not stop Jake from finding the couch. He led her there with expertise, a small ‘hmph’ leaving her mouth in a huff when she fell back onto the cushions, pulling Jake down with her. Jake took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his fingers fighting with the tight fabric of her jean shorts until they were sliding down her smooth legs.

Keeping his eyes on hers, Jake trailed his kisses downwards at the same time as he lowered himself to his knees onto the carpet in front of the couch. He placed one more wet open mouthed kiss just above the waistline of her pink striped panties, god he could already smell her and it was making his mouth water. “Can I taste you now?” He politely asked, toying with the elastic in one hand and propping a leg up onto his shoulder with the other.

“Yes Jake” she breathlessly replied when he pressed another kiss to her center through the fabric and she bucked her hips up chasing the feeling when he pulled back to finally remove her panties and tossed them aside.

Jake resumed the same position and his tongue gently licked all the way from her entrance, gathering up a healthy mixture of slick and saliva, and landed on her clit. Diane’s hands found their way into his hair, scratching her thick acrylic nails against his scalp as he went to work, flicking his tongue until she was crying his name. With her sufficiently riled up he pressed two fingers inside slowly, feeling as more arousal came pooling out and her walls fluttered around him.

“You going to cum already?” He pulled his mouth away to smirk up at her, and plunged his fingers in harder.

Her chest was heaving, legs already slightly quivering. “You’re good at this” she whispered, like she hadn’t expected herself to be this close either.

“Well, you can have this one but then you don’t cum again until I tell you to”. Jake was bound and determined now to get her to fall apart on his fingers and he connected his mouth to her sweet bundle of nerves once more so he could taste it when she did. It wasn’t even minutes later until she was rocking her hips uncontrollably against his tongue and her orgasm came washing over, Jake licking it all up until she was done and tugging at his hair to pull him away.

Giving her a moment to float back down to Earth Jake stood, the bulge in his pants visible now. “I’m going to go clean up and when I come back you’ll be in bed waiting for me” he stated more than posed it as a question.

Diana nodded in understanding and Jake turned to find the bathroom. It was a small apartment so it didn’t take him long to find, the open door across the hall from what he assumed was her bedroom being his first stop. As soon as he was out of sight Jake gripped the counter and inhaled deeply.

Taking deep breaths didn’t work in easing him as they once did before. His body no longer needed oxygen, so pulling air into his lungs was futile as it came right back out without any relief. His head was still spinning.

He could still hear thumping in his ears, only it wasn’t his own heartbeat driving him insane. It was hers. The entire time he was between her legs all he could hear was the sound of blood rushing in her veins. His mouth watered again, but not because of what he’d done. Because he knew all he had to do was turn his head and sink his teeth into the meat of her thigh and the blood would come rushing out. Satisfying that insistent craving.

Jake never felt like he would lose control when he was practicing with Danny. Even earlier tonight at the bar when he went rogue for a moment, he was able to feed from her without going too far. For the first time Jake felt like if he’d allowed himself to slip up that he might not have been able to stop. The urge was nearly overwhelming. A primal need unlike any other he’d felt before, and it had taken all of his control to focus on finishing her off rather than really finishing her off.

In another attempt to pull himself together, Jake splashed some cool water on his face. He washed her from his lips, not needing the reminder of how close he had come to a fatal mistake and gripped the door knob hard enough it dented the metal.

“Jake? Are you alright?” Diane called out after him at the sound of the door opening. She was in her bedroom just as he had instructed. All of her clothes were removed, and she was waiting for him to join her again.

“Never better” Jake flashed her another tight lipped grin and pulled his shirt over his head, her lips pulling back into a smile at the sight of his bare chest. “Now come here”.

Diane shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed, making contact with her lips against Jake’s tummy as she undid the buckle of his belt and reached into his pants to palm at his erection.

“My turn”. She was all too eager to finish undoing his pants and as soon as he was free she swallowed him whole until his tip was nudging the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes” Jake moaned and reached one hand forward to gather up her long hair, still holding a soft wavy curl even after everything that had already happened tonight, into his fist. He thrust into her mouth and she squeezed his hip, silently letting him know it was okay to go harder. So he did, tightening his grip around her hair and pushing inside until she was gagging around his length.

He could stay like this all night, fucking her throat, and she’d probably let him but Jake wanted more. He was quickly realizing that sex after his transformation was somehow different. It was difficult to be so physically close with someone and not want to bite into their flesh. Well, he was always a bit of a biter but never to this extent. He knew he could do this though, he wouldn’t hurt her…

“Lay back” he commanded again, thrusting one more time into her mouth then pulling out with a string of spit still coating the head of his cock. He used that to pump himself a few times as she flipped back over onto her back and pulled herself onto the pillows.

Jake kicked his pants the rest of the way off and joined her on the bed, connecting their mouths again when they met. With his hips situated between her legs now, Jake ran his tip through her folds making Diane squirm underneath him until he finally pushed inside, steadily until he bottomed out.

He braced himself and a pace was set right off the bat. Not too fast, but also just quick enough that Diane was already moaning loud enough her neighbors were sure to hear through these thin walls. Jake didn’t mind it though, the noise was a good distraction from the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. Jake leaned back, changing his angle to hit her deeper and in the very spot that took her breath away with each skilled thrust of his hips.

One of her hands found his, and she guided it up her chest until his fingers were circling around her neck. Jake’s pupils blew wide. Was she really asking him to do what he thought she was? Diane nodded her head like she could hear his thoughts, and that only scared Jake even more considering his mind was torn between continuing to fuck her, and to tear into her throat without remorse.

He buried those thoughts deep, and closed his hand around her throat. Tight enough that her eyes went rolling back but he was still careful not to use too much strength. Jake had yet to explore the depth of his new capabilities, but something told him it wouldn’t be hard at all to crush her windpipe.

Diane had no idea what he was capable of. Not anymore at least since he’d influenced her to forget their previous encounter tonight. She wasn’t bothered by it though, in fact he could feel her clenching even tighter around him as she fought the urge to cum again. Who knew she would turn out to be so obedient?

Jake could feel her pulse beneath his fingers, but this time it didn’t bother him so much. His mind was too occupied with keeping his grip on her throat loose enough that he wasn’t doing any real harm. She might have some bruises tomorrow morning, but nothing anyone else wouldn’t be capable of leaving behind after a wild round or two in the sheets.

“Jaaake” she practically screamed his name as he fucked her harder into the mattress.

With his hand still wrapped around her neck Jake leaned forward and silenced her with another kiss. “That’s right, go ahead and give it to me now” he muttered against her whimpering mouth.

When Diane fell apart Jake’s pace never slowed. Her orgasm wrapped around the both of them all at once and suddenly he felt his teeth growing into sharpened points. Jake pressed his lips into a harsh line and looked away quickly, his long hair curtaining his face. Diane was too consumed by her pleasure to even notice anything was wrong until he was pulling out and finishing on her stomach with an animalistic groan.

“Fuck that was hot” Diane panted, slowly coming down from her high exhausted and out of breath. “Please tell me we're doing that again sometime”.

Jake had never thought about getting in bed with Diane before. He knew she was an attractive girl, just about all the single men in town knew that, but after all the bellyaching he heard Sam talk about her during their lunches he was never really keen on giving her the time of day.

Well Jake had all the time in the world now, so what was a few nights having a little fun? They were pretty physically compatible and Jake had just proved to himself that he was still capable of sex without losing control.

“No promises doll” he smiled slyly, his teeth having returned to normal after a few moments of concentration. He offered his hand to help her out of bed and they walked across the hall together to shower off before he bid her goodnight and went on his way.

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In The Woods Somewhere

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, being chasing, fear of the dark, fear kink, the wilderness, cursing, slight mentions of blood, mean and teasing Jake SMUT including: fingering, light choking, light overstimulation, kissing, biting.

Quick note: This one shot was inspired by Jake’s recent post of course, Hozier’s In The Woods Somewhere, and a certain scene from Lazarus… (for the full effect I’d recommend reading this after dark *wink*)

Summary: “Now, run.”

Word Count: 2.5k

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“What the fuck was that?” your voice trembles as you instinctively grab your boyfriend's arm.

He chuckles cooly.

Your eyes dart around the nothingness- the dark of the woods, unable to see even an inch in front of you. The moon is hidden by the thick canopy and not even a sliver of firelight can be seen. The only trace of it is the faintest smell of burning cedar, blowing past your nose with a wind that seems to whisper through the trees. Above all- the ripe smell of dirt. Like the earth is swallowing you whole.

The two of you walk along the trail, feet crunching over leaves, the occasional crackle of a broken twig. Besides the sound of the ground underfoot, and the rhythm of breaths, the world around you is silent. The kind of silence that begs to be heard. The kind that makes your ears perk up, ready to hear the faintest sound. Even the crickets seem to pause- expecting.

“Jake, I think there’s something out there,” you whine, squeezing his arm, pulling him into your side.

“Ow.”

“Sorry.”

You loosen your grip, still unable to ease the feeling of being watched. Your head turns to the left, searching the expanse of wilderness, expecting red eyes or the growl of a wild animal. 

“There’s nothing out there, Y/n,” Jake sighs, coaxing you to continue walking as you’ve stopped dead in your tracks. 

Straining your eyes ahead, you swear something moves. A flutter of light that flashes just for a moment. Your heart drops. The hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up.

“There!” Your finger points to the source of the light as you shield yourself behind him.

“I don’t see anything.” His head turns back to you, a smile evident in his tone. “Though good to know you’d let me die first.”

You roll your eyes. Jake takes another step forward, snapping a twig. The loud pop startles you, causing a yelp to exit your throat. You jump, nearly knocking him over.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you backwards to stumble into something. Your heart lurches, eyes widening. Your back hits the figure as you scream against the muted palm. No noise comes out.

“Shhh.” 

The hand releases its tight grip and you turn, getting a whiff of Jake’s familiar scent.

“If there was something out there, you’d lead it right to us, genius,” Jake teases.

“Jake, stop,” you spit out. 

“You wouldn’t want them to find you now, would you?”

Even in the darkness you can somehow see that smug smirk of his. You want to slap him. To wipe that stupid look right off his face. You place your hands on his chest, pushing hard. He stumbles back, laughing. You continue your walk up the trail. A few steps in you stop, waiting for him to follow- for the subtle crunch of leaves under his boots. You turn back. A silence- even quieter than before.

“Jake?” you ask the night. “Jake, come here,” you demand, words coming out tight with terror. “Where are you!?”

A sound cuts through the stillness. The quick rustle of leaves, just down the path. Your body freezes, your heart following suit, ears straining to hear even the faintest noise. Then again, a swift rattle. Closer.

“Jake,” your voice quivers, urgency slipping through clenched teeth.

The wind picks up. It seems to circle around you. With it comes the panic. It bubbles in your throat. You feel your blood race. You turn around quickly, searching every direction.

“When I fucking find you, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout under your breath, hoping he’s close enough to hear.

Just then, something grazes your hair. It’s so faint that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. You freeze, muscles tensing, equally waiting for the feeling again, and hoping it doesn’t come. You hold your breath.  

Out of nowhere something wraps around the back of your neck. It pulls you forward, right into something soft. Your lips fall onto Jake’s as you stumble into his chest. He kisses you deeply, other hand tracing over your cheek. His raised knee slots between your thighs. Your mouth slacks, dropping open as he grinds against your core. A shameless moan drifts into his mouth as he pulls his knee away. You’re about to protest when he grips your neck a little tighter, physically pulling your lips to rest right against his.

He whispers, voice teasing, dancing with arrogance, “Are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” you whisper back, trying to control your erratic breathing. ”Stop messing with me.” 

"Are you scared?" he drawls, the word stretched like a secret meant only for you, still barely audible. 

‘Stop it,” you warn again, unable to help the moan intertwined with your words.

Jake's laugh comes out sharp and cold. “Don’t be scared. I know these woods, remember? I grew up in these woods.”

With his firm hold on your neck, he spins you around until your back hits the trunk of a tree. A short gasp makes its way past your lips, eyes widening as his hand slides to the front of your neck. He applies a light pressure, testing the limits. His lips catch yours again.

“Or be scared,” he chokes out, breathlessly. “I know you like it. Just as much as me.”

His body presses flush against you. Something hard pokes your stomach. He groans into your mouth, like a depraved animal, unable to hold itself back.

His lips drift down. You feel the curve of a smile press into the side of your neck, just below his hand. His lips devour the skin. You feel a sharp pain as they nip at you, then the cold breeze traveling over the sheen of spit. 

He loosens his grip, whispering into your ear, “You think there's something out there, Y/n?”

A chill travels up your spine. Jake takes a step back, leaving your chest rising and falling heavily against the bark. You reach out to grab him, but you’re met only with air.

“Jake?”

You take a shaky step forward.

“Jake!?” You stumble, body spinning around, hands reaching out desperately.

A cold laugh bounces off the forest wall. It seems far away and close by all at once. You try to find the source of the noise, but it seems to circle around you, just like the wind. Your head turns in confusion.

“Jake you’re being mean. Where are you?”

All of a sudden, his body meets yours full force. He kisses you again, leaving no time to scold him. He walks you backwards while your lips search desperately for his. Your back hits a different tree, and this time your hands find his chest. They run along it, searching for some expanse of skin. Despite the cold michigan air, his infamous sliver of chest he refuses to tuck away, is exposed. Your hand runs along the smoothness. You whimper at the touch. Just then he grabs your wrist harshly, halting your movements.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” his voice drips with amusement.

“What?” you breathe. “Why?”

He chuckles again. “Come find me.”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re met with nothingness once again. His silent footsteps carry him away and you curse under your breath as a new feeling stirs low in your stomach. Something watches you, but it isn't any wild animal. Your eyes widen. Fearful exhilaration and adrenaline course through your veins. You walk blindly, heart thumping in your ears.

A twig snaps behind you. Your head whips to the noise. You decide to follow it, reaching your hands out. Your foot hits something hard, leaving your clumsy body falling forward. You catch yourself with your other foot. 

Jake seems to materialize, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. You cry out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His other hand touches your stomach, traveling down to your leggings. His middle and index fingers twitch, pushing themselves over your covered core. You rest your head against his chest, sighing at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh my god.”

Jake’s hand slides back up to the waist of your pants before delving into them. His hand reaches under your underwear until he’s sliding against your slick.

“You like being scared,” he states, teasing, fingers circling around the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear.

He laughs at you again.

“Please,” you whisper, unsure of what it is you’re asking.

“Say it,” Jake demands, his fingers beginning to press up into you. 

You sigh again. His teeth catch your bottom lip, biting down with a sudden sharpness. When they release, your tongue darts along the sting, tasting something metallic and wet. You attempt to push your body down onto his fingers. He holds them back.

“Say it,” he grits out, lips lazily brushing against yours, searching for the softness of your kiss. 

“I like it. I l-like being scared.”

“Good.”

His lips curl into a smile. You feel your own face warm and blush. Pride twitches in your chest. You want what he wants. Always.

“Now run.”

Jake pulls his fingers back. Your knees wobble. You moan the loss of him.

“What?”

“I said-” he pauses, voice dropping into a low, unsettling calm. “Run.”

You choke on the air, chest heaving, head spinning. He takes a step back. Your dry throat tries to swallow. Your legs tremble as one tries to move. You feel your heart racing. You take another slow, blind step backward.

“Faster, Y/n.”

He takes a step closer. If you could see his eyes you’d find a madness in them. You turn around, feeling the weight of his presence looming. You begin to jog.

“RUN!”

A small cry escapes you as your legs stretch out, the wind whipping in your ears, cold air biting your skin. You hear footsteps behind you.

The thrill wraps itself around you, suffocating, intoxicating. Your heart races deliciously. A laugh slips away from you, sharp and wild. 

The crunch of leaves behind you quickens. Each of his strides worth two of yours as he closes the short distance. You urge your legs to run faster, feet pounding the floor of the woods. Closer, closer.

You taste blood in your throat.

With one deep breath, you leap forward as far as you can, and in that same instant, something wraps around your waist, pulling you back, hard. The wind knocks out of you. You fall back into Jake.

He keeps you pressed against his back with his arm secured around your waist. He holds you there firmly as his opposite hand slides back between your thighs. Your breath catches as the rough pads of his fingers graze your swollen clit. 

He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers rub fast circles over you. Your knees weaken and a dreamy moan sighs out of you. Your head falls back into the crook of his neck and he slides his finger down your slit. The single digit gathers up your juices before sinking deep into you. You gasp, reaching out to hold some part of him. Your fingers find the forearm that coils around your waist. You grip him tightly as his finger slides out of you, two plunging their way back inside.

The strong muscles of his hand work as he curls his fingers, tucking up against your soft walls. Your voice trembles in your throat as his name drifts near silently off your tongue. He begins a steady rhythm, his thumb grazing your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

“Should I make you run again?” he laughs, his own voice shaking from exhaustion.

“No,” you whine desperately.

“I won’t. As long as you say my name. I wanna hear it,” he sighs breathlessly.

“Feels so good Jake. Please, make me cum.”

Jake moans against your ear. You can feel his arm flex against your stomach as he pulls it harshly upward, each pull pressing his curled fingers tighter against your g spot, his thumb rubbing faster over your bundle of nerves. 

“Keep talking angel,” he chokes out, sounding lost and out of breath.

“I-fucking-love-you-Jake. Just please… please, plea-” you’re cut off by a moan that launches out of your open throat.

Something snaps inside you. Your legs begin to shake. Your knees give out, letting Jake carry your weight as you gush all over his hand. He works you even faster now, thumb tracing circles while his fingers curl tighter. His whole arm moves up and down, breath loud in your ears.

“Come on,” he grunts. “Give it to me, Y/n. Come on.”

“Fuck, fuck-k,” you moan, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back.

Jake bites your neck before soothing the sting with a slow lap of his tongue. You moan helplessly, unable to move from the searing pleasure. His name falls from your lips again and again until it breaks, sounding like a cry for help. He slows his hand down, still letting his thumb graze your clit. You twitch and writhe, held under his spell.

“You’re so messy,” he smiles, voice sounding dreamy as he kisses your neck again. “So wet.”

He lets his fingers slide into you one more time, the wetness making a loud squelch. You blush, pulling his hand away with a final jerk of your stomach muscles. A giggle flows through you.

You gently push off of him, testing out your knees as they wobble unsurely. You manage to stand, turning to face him. Your hand traces his lips. You wish you could see them. 

“Are you still scared?”

He lets your fingers explore his skin.

“No.”

“Hmm. But you liked it,” he grins, leaving no room for question. His hand lightly brushes your arm. 

“Shut up Jake.”

“I love you, Y/n.” He laughs. “Come on,” his voice lilts, the hints of a smile evident in his tone.

The two of you start to walk, letting the serenity of the wilderness wash you over. Coincidentally, you find yourself less afraid as you look out into the darkness. Just then you hear something wet. A quiet sucking sound. Your head tilts in confusion.

“Are you…?”

Jake lets out an obnoxious giggle.

“Fucking freak!”

A few minutes later, you reach the campground. Jake washes his hand with leftover water from his water bottle, then climbs into the tent. You climb in after him, finding him sitting over your sleeping bag, busying himself with the zipper. A flashlight hanging from the ceiling illuminates his face. You allow yourself a moment to stare at the sharpness of his features, carved beautifully by the low light.

“That was fun Jake.”

He finds the sound of your voice. His brows scrunch up, but his lips stretch into a smile.

“What was fun?”

“What do you mean what was fun?”

“What… you had fun on your bathroom break?”

He bites back a smirk.

“Jake, stop! You were just-”

“Yeah I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been right here the whole time.”

His face cracks into a knowing smile.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, launching your body into the tent to tackle him. 

You fall right on top of him, erupting into a fit of giggles as he effortlessly pins you down. He attacks your face with a fit of kisses that you fail miserably to escape. After the both of you tire yourselves out, you rest into the curve of his body, lulling yourself into a peaceful sleep, void of any fears of the outside. 

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Sorry for not updating last week. I had the chapter done so I figured I’d get around to posting it while on vacation, but I couldn’t focus on making sure it was edited so I decided to just wait to post. Anyway, we’re here now and have just a few more chapters before things get even more crazy…

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please! This is actually a pretty mild chapter so just a few things to mention: jealousy, maybe a little bit of depression, brotherly banter, my sad attempts at humor, mentions of drinking blood, coping with becoming a vampire, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.2k

A few days of private lessons with Danny on how to be inconspicuous when finding ‘volunteers’ as Danny put it, never having liked using terms like ‘hunt’ or ‘victims’, by his report Josh and Jake were both doing a great job adjusting. Jake mostly, he was a natural according to Danny which Sam wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about that.

Josh was a little more inept at learning the new way of life placed before him, but he kept up with the lessons because he didn’t want to seem like the weak twin. And he wanted to get back to work as soon as possible.

“How did tonight go?” Sam questioned when he got home from his extra long shift. Since the break up he’d been staying back at his brothers’ house. Danny would only allow him to stay somewhere other than with him if Sam agreed to go straight from the bar every night to their house - that was only after he offered to sleep on a cot in the cellar room so Sam could take the bed, but Sam knew he wouldn’t be able to handle sharing a room with him.

Even if Sam believed he’d done the right thing by trying to take a step back and focus on his life right now, his family, he knew he was weak at his core. One little slip up and he’d be back in Danny’s arms feeling the full weight of his guilt come crashing down on him all over again. In the meantime, he spent as much time as he could at the bar to keep himself occupied.

“It was okay” Josh answered with a frown. Tonight Danny had told him if he did well then it would be alright for him to go back to work. With the hope of some normality being restored Josh tried his absolute hardest and it was the first night he’d been able to keep himself under control around fresh blood. He’d been practicing his ‘breathing’ techniques like Danny had taught him. Pretending to inhale and exhale while drawing your focus to something other than the blood before fangs appeared - thinking about Mrs. Peter’s flirting with all of the young cowboys who came into the bar when the rodeo was in town was thankfully doing the trick so far.

He’d been proud of himself, but Danny still looked hesitant when he’d given him the go ahead to ease himself back in. Despite how badly he wanted to get back to his bar, the last thing Josh wanted to do was put his customer’s in harm’s way so he really wished Danny had seemed more sure that he was ready.

“So? Does this mean you’ll try again tomorrow?” Sam asked next as he set his book bag down on the table, assuming from the frustrated face Josh was making that he too was being held hostage here another day.

“No, I’m going in tomorrow. I’ve already called Terry and told him I’d be there as soon as I could”.

Sam’s brows shot up in surprise. It was a good thing to hear that Josh was ready to get back to work, they certainly needed the help, but he’d never admit aloud that now there was just going to be one more thing for him to worry about. Surely Danny wouldn’t have agreed to let him start getting out again if there was any real danger, but Sam was still anxious about it all. “That’s great Josh!” He pushed through tight lips before looking around the otherwise quiet and empty house. “Wait, where’s Jake?”

Josh scoffed, looking through the glass of red wine he often poured himself just to fulfill his need for something familiar. Just because he couldn’t drink it anymore didn’t mean he couldn’t still enjoy the novelty of getting out a glass, pouring a good healthy serving, and carrying it around with you from room to room. “They’re still out” he replied with a dramatic eye roll and swirl of the crimson liquid.

“Still?” It was nearly two in the morning… What more could Jake need to learn that they hadn’t already had the time to practice, especially if Jake was ‘such a fast learner’ as Danny had been praising him for.

As if the universe had picked up the festering bitterness shared between them, the two in question came waltzing through the front door being met with scowls from both Josh and Sam. “Hey Sammy, already home? Were we really out that late?” Jake laughed, hiding the curl in his lips with his hand as he looked up at Danny like a teenager being caught trying to sneak in after breaking curfew.

“You two were gone for hours” Josh groaned before throwing his head down into his hands. “I can not wait to find some work to do tomorrow. Staying here is driving me insane”.

“Come on,” Jake went to his brother and gathered him up into a side hug “let’s give the kids some room to talk shall we?”

Josh grumbled under his breath, something along the lines of really needing that glass of wine right now and how was he possibly to survive eternity sober, but he allowed Jake to carry him off further into the house. Jake tossed one last look in Danny’s direction as they left, a look that made Sam suspicious that Jake knew something he didn’t and it made white hot anger bubble up in his stomach.

“How have you been?” Danny asked when Jake and Josh had more or less left earshot - though they could probably hear them from anywhere in the house if Sam was being honest with himself, and he kept that in mind as he formulated his reply.

“Fine” he bit out. I miss you.

“Sorry we were out so late. Jake had a lot of curious questions and we just got to talking…” Danny cut himself short when he saw how Sam’s face twisted in distaste at the idea of them talking for hours. He and Danny used to talk for hours, and look where it had gotten them. Danny steered the conversation, wanting to talk about him instead of his brother. “How was class? I didn’t get the chance to ask you the other day”.

“I’m a little behind still, but this professor has always liked me so I’ll be fine”. Sam didn’t want to be chit chatting right now, he was too afraid he’d say something that would clue Danny in on the fact that he wasn’t over him. Not by a long shot. So instead he blurted out stupid nonsense without paying any mind how it might sound. “I think he’s got a thing for me honestly”.

Sam forced out a strained laugh. Why the fuck did I say that? He thought to himself. Was he trying to make Danny think he was just some dumb student that would sleep around with their teacher for good grades? Yeah, that’s exactly the type of behavior that would give Danny the impression he was moving on, and make Sam look like an entire tool in the process. He thought he was over that phase of his life now.

“Well, I’ve no doubt you will catch up in no time” Danny skated over the awkwardness that consumed their every interaction, choosing to not put any weight in the inappropriate comment about his professor. “Well, I don’t want to keep you up too late. I’ve got some things to check on up at the house anyway”. With his thumb pointed backwards Danny threw his hand over his shoulder towards the door.

“How are things coming along?” Sam rushed out before Danny could turn to leave. “Any of the rooms look habitable yet?”

A soft smile graced Sam’s lips and Danny found himself staring at his perfect mouth for a few beats too long before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Oh not yet, but you’re welcome to come over whenever you want”.

He knows that idiot, Danny internally shut himself up. He’d already told Sam the same night he’d packed up all of his stuff and left that he would always have a home there with him. Sam didn’t need reminding, he just needed space, or time, whatever would help him process everything. “To see how the renovation is going I mean” Danny quickly tacked on after a few seconds too long of silence.

And just like that Sam’s smile faded again. “I think I’ll be pretty busy with Josh coming back to work”.

“Of course,” Danny nodded harshly, feeling his curls bounce with the force. Which Sam definitely did not also catch. “I’ll be stopping by tomorrow to make sure everything he needed fixed is done. I guess I’ll see you then?”

Sam’s heart fluttered. Even if they weren’t an item at the moment there was nothing wrong with still wanting to see him around. Right?

“I’ll see you then”.

“Good to see you back behind the bar” Terry actually braved coming out from the kitchen to greet Josh before they were sure to get busy for the night. He’d already overheard word was getting around that Josh was back and people were coming in just to see if it was true. It was a rare occasion to see Terry outside of his ‘habitat’ so Sam came bouncing over as well, throwing his arms around Terry’s slightly pudgy center that was usually covered by his apron and giving him a squeeze.

“It’s good to be back” Josh smiled as he cleaned another beer glass and put it back under the shelf to be used when needed. He’d been doing that all night, buffing one glass after another, or at least that’s what Sam saw him doing every time he found a reason to walk by the bar and inconspicuously check on him.

Sam wanted to play it off as having done such an impeccable job taking care of things while Josh was away that he didn’t have to spend all night going around correcting any errors, but in reality he could tell by the set in Josh’s jaw that standing behind the counter with a fake smile on his face and keeping his hands busy was just about the only task he could handle right now.

Terry pat Sam’s arm to acknowledge his presence and continued his conversation. “Have you decided yet if you want strawberry or chocolate?”

“Strawberry or chocolate for what?” Sam butt in, smiling casually.

“The cake” Terry chuckled like he couldn’t believe either of them had forgotten. “The wife is asking”.

It immediately clicked to Sam what he meant just as Josh abruptly stopped wiping the inside of his next glass. Terry’s wife made a birthday cake for the twins every year, and they always closed early to have the party right here at the bar. He looked past Josh to the calendar of national parks hanging on the wall, scanning his eyes across the page featuring the Great Smokies to find that this Wednesday was indeed their birthday.

“Tell her strawberry will do fine” Josh finally spoke up as he set the towel and glass he was working on down. “Jake loves strawberry, and pink is his color” he joked in his usual fashion before excusing himself and wandering off towards his office.

“Well I better get back in there, those patties aren’t going to grill themselves”. Terry turned to Sam and squeezed his shoulder - his version of the full on hug Sam had just given him.

When the coast was clear Sam snuck into the office, finding Josh slumped over in his chair with a worried look on his face. “Hey, we can come up with an excuse to cancel this year. You can stay home again Wednesday and I’ll kick everyone out of here quickly at closing so we can just celebrate together…” Just as Sam was speaking he started to work himself up as well, realizing that this would be the first of many many birthdays the twin’s would have that didn’t really mean anything anymore.

No, fuck that, I’ve got a limited number of birthdays with them. We can still celebrate.

“We can’t do that” Josh lifted his head up with his eyes still pinched closed and let out a sigh. “I’m supposed to be acting normal right? I can’t cancel my own birthday party and it not raise questions”.

He had a point. The bar staff looked forward to this party every year. Partly because it was the only time they were allowed to drink on the premises for free, and because it was the one night a year Josh let loose and took off his ‘boss cap’. Actually he always made a show of theatrically taking off his metaphysical hat at the end of the night, signaling that the party had officially begun with a round of shots. Tequila. Another drink Josh would likely be bellyaching about no longer being able to partake of.

“Ok, so we're doing this? Wednesday night?”

Though Sam was the last person he needed to pretend to, Josh flashed a toothy smile as he tried to find the positives to their situation. This was still a party after all, everyone was going to be drunk, how well behaved did he really need to be?

“Can’t wait to see what Terry’s wife wears this year. There’s no way she’s beating that green and purple dress from last time”.

Sam laughed at the exact memory Josh was having. The poor lady loved to shop but she never had anywhere to wear the outfits she bought online, so for years now she had been coming to their birthday party in more and more elaborate dresses. She was a sweetheart though and she adored all of them for treating Terry so well.

“You better start planning what you’re wearing now, less you get shown up again at your own party!”

With that crisis seemingly averted, Sam left Josh to work on tidying up his books and went to go see if Danny had come to stop by yet…

The next few days felt like things were getting back to the way they were before Josh took his ‘break’. The excitement of him coming back had all but worn off by now, which meant they were back to being dead between the rushes. No one minded the down time though, that only gave all of the staff extra time to prepare for the party.

“At least we’ll have something to celebrate” Josh commented optimistically with the official passed inspection paperwork from the fire department in his hand. “Tell Danny I said thank you again” he added before noticing the way Sam wiggled anxiously at the idea of talking to him. “Or I can?”

“We haven’t talked since the other night when he stopped by” Sam bashfully admitted. Josh was exactly the last person he wanted to talk to about his complicated relationship situation with, but he was also just about the only person who understood the full reason why they had broken up. Well him and Jake, but Jake had been on the short end of Sam’s shit list for a few nights now.

“He’s trying to give you space you know”. Josh wasn’t about to lecture Sam on what an idiot he was being. Danny was a great guy, they’d all come to understand that after all he had willingly done for their family, but it was more complicated than that. The idea of trying to date anyone now turned Josh off almost immediately. Some day he’d get over it and find someone interesting enough that he wouldn’t care about how fucked up it was to claim a human as his own. Yeah, Danny had very awkwardly tried to explain that to them one night. It wouldn’t have been that weird of a thing to hear about if it hadn’t been his very own little brother he knew Danny was referring to every time he mentioned ‘the last human he called his’.

It was also odd hearing Danny speak about humans like they were a whole other species entirely. Blood, that’s all they needed to survive. Well no sunlight, no wooden stakes to the heart, and no silver ‘unless you want to figure out how bad that shit burns’ Danny had warned. Besides those rules, Josh felt human still. He still felt pain when he stubbed his toe on the couches in the basement because it was so fucking dark down there. He still felt emotions, sad most of the time if he’d admit it, but happy too every once in a while which gave him hope for the future.

And hunger, he still felt hunger. Before he could tell when his body was thirsty or hungry, but now the feeling all combined into one mind numbing throb of his throat. Josh had been sticking to the diet Danny had given them of eight ounces of blood a day. Eight ounces was just enough to be filling considering a new vampire’s heightened appetite, but was also a useful measurement to train on drinking because it was mostly safe for humans to lose that much blood at once. How thankful Josh had been that he didn’t have to figure that number out on his own.

He could drink his allowance all in one go or make it last through the night, but Josh chose to have it in a coffee mug first thing after waking up so that he could heat it up in the microwave making it easier to drink. Actually, he’d even asked Sam to blindly sniff the appliance one night, worried that his constant heating would leave a weird metallic smell behind. Sam said it smelled fine, but even then Josh felt like he could smell it every time he walked near the kitchen. Coincidently, he had no reason to go into the kitchen often anymore, so he avoided it mostly.

“I know. I asked him to” Sam’s reply made Josh finally put the paperwork he’d been looking over away in his desk drawer for proper storing later.

“I get why you’re upset. I mean we’re all upset right?” Except for maybe Jake… “But everyone is trying to move on. Danny is going to move on too, sooner or later, and I don’t want to see how hurt you will be when that happens”.

“Ok, I’ll just keep my feelings to myself then” Sam crossed his arms against his chest and pouted.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is, don’t give him the chance to move on. Not without you at least. The two of you can move on together”.

“And we’ll hold hands as we walk into the bright white light!” Sam grabbed his brother’s hand and turned him around until they were facing the office door, holding up his free hand to shield his eyes like there was indeed a blinding light coming from the hallway. “All those years of passing notes back and forth on the pews, arguing with our Sunday school teacher! We should’ve been paying attention!”

“Alright! Cut the theatrics” Josh pulled his arm free, accidentally jerking Sam backwards a bit.

“Come on,” Sam continued, acting like he hadn’t been startled by Josh’s show of strength. “Everyone’s waiting for us on the other side”.

As much as Sam didn’t want to think about Danny, the longer the night went on the harder it was to not mull over the discussion he’d had with Josh.

The two of you can move on together.

Maybe Josh was right. It was a willful attempt on Sam’s part at trying to convince himself to go and talk to Danny, but he didn’t want to approach him out in the open where every drunk person at this party could come crashing into them at any second.

“Hey Sam! We’re getting low on ice!” Terry called out to him. He was hunched over the cooler trying to scoop out the last few cubes floating around in the water at the bottom. It was only April for crying out loud, and it was already hot enough to melt an entire cooler in an hour. “I’m going to go dump this, will you take the buckets from the bar and get some more?”

Shit, I’ll have to carry those all the way out here. They’re heavy when they’re full of ice. That’s when Sam got a bright idea. “Sure thing!” He beamed at Terry and quickly turned on his heel to find where Danny had slipped away to next.

Danny really had been enjoying himself at the party. Jake of all people had been the one to invite him. He got the message when it didn’t come from either of the other brothers, so he kept his distance the best he could. When Sam ultimately came walking straight towards him though, he couldn’t help but stand frozen with his eyes stretched wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Would you do me?” Was honestly all that he heard come out of Sam’s mouth in that moment. He blinked a couple of times, mouth flapping open and closed a few times too, until he took a shot and replied.

“Of course”.

“Great!” Sam smiled and Danny felt a phantom shock course through his veins. Like his heart was in trying to pound back to life at just the sight of it. “Can you go inside and fill the ice buckets behind the bar then bring them back here?”

It was obvious now that Sam had asked him will you do me a favor. And he had technically already agreed…

“Bring them back here?” Danny looked around at where he was standing, near the tree line away from everyone else. What a stupid thing to ask.

Sam laughed, and suddenly Danny didn’t feel so stupid any more because he would’ve performed a whole circus act had he known he could still get Sam to laugh. “Over there where Terry’s at”.

“Right” Danny agreed and he handed off the bottle of warm beer he’d been holding onto to look like he was drinking like everyone else. Normally Sam wouldn’t condone pouring alcohol on grass, but he walked for a bit until he found a large enough pile of dirt and dumped the whole thing out.

Okay, give him a few minutes then follow him inside. That had been Sam’s plan all along, get him alone so they could talk… but what was he going to say? Sam started to panic as he tossed the now empty beer bottle into a trash can they’d drug outside in an attempt to lessen the amount of broken glass they had to clean up out of the gravel after last year's party.

“Hey Sam!” A sweet sounding southern voice called out his name. Sam turned to see Terry’s wife standing before him in a hot pink fully sequined pantsuit.

“Oh my god”. He stopped in his tracks, momentarily forgetting that he’d been on a secret mission while he pulled her in for a hug. “You look great tonight! Whatever is Terry going to do!”

“Well for starters he can ask me to dance” she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes over to where her husband was working on pulling the cooler back to its designated spot for the night.

“Did you go get that ice?” Terry asked, slightly confused about why Sam was still standing there.

Sam bit his lip between his teeth and glanced over his shoulder. Danny should be done soon, had he missed his chance? “I asked Daniel to do it. I’ll go check on him right now”. With Terry now watching his back Sam had no choice but to follow Danny inside.

Besides the few people that stumbled in to use the bathroom. The bar was dark and empty, and quiet. Quiet enough that as soon as he pulled the back door open and entered the back hallway Sam could hear hushed voices.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off last time?”

Sam instantly recognized that voice, he’d heard it nearly every night for weeks grating on his last nerve. Diane, once again, wasn’t minding her own business. She must’ve had the same idea as Sam about getting him somewhere alone.

“I’m sorry, but last time wasn’t what you think it was” Danny tried to reason with her politely, and it only made Sam angry that he didn’t just tell her to fuck off. That’s the only way she’d ever understand, didn’t he get that?

“Come on now, what’s the matter?” She playfully sulked in a baby voice that made Sam physically heave. “Is it Sam? I thought you guys broke up?”

“We- we did” Danny stuttered out. Sam was only glad he was still around the corner and couldn’t see the way she probably had her hands snaking all over him.

“Ha! I wasn’t sure you had, but by the way he’s been moping around here I already knew!” She sounded proud of herself for the outstanding detective work. “So what do you say? We can ditch the party. I’ve seen the way Sam’s been avoiding you all night. He won’t even notice you’re gone”.

What a bitchy thing to say, but even Sam knew she was right. If Danny did decide to leave with her now he wouldn’t have much to rightfully say about it. In a fit Sam turned to leave, but just as he reached for the door he kicked over a beer bottle some asshold had left on the floor. With his presence now known to everyone inside, Sam threw the door open and ran back outside.

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