CHAPTER FIVE

Jordan removed his clothes. First the shirt came off, and then shoes and pants were next. When he stood naked, Chaus followed the dips and curves of his chest until his finger finally ended at Jordan's face.

Chaus turned Jordan to the bed. "Sit against the headboard."

Jordan hesitated. Everything in him fought against obeying Chaus. Having his control taken like this made him want to strike out, destroy what was threatening the foundation of his life.

And that would probably end up with either him or Allen hurt horribly. He scooted across the bed to where he was told. At each post on the headboard was a set of manacles. Jordan swallowed as Chaus lifted one arm and chained it to the post, then the other.

"Spread your legs open and bend your knees."

Jordan watched as Chaus brought out ropes from under the bed. Working quickly, he tied Jordan's legs open, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Rope wound around his chest, working its way up his body to be tied to the bedpost too.

The rough texture rubbed across his nipples, keeping his mind focused on his chest. Jordan's head snapped to the right. Chaus had stepped to a side table by the bed and opened a drawer.

From it he withdrew lube and tossed it on the bed. Both Allen and Jordan watched the tube fall on the sheets, looking at it like it might jump up and attack them. They both knew what that little tube meant.

Chaus turned and moved to Allen. "You like seeing him tied up? So helpless without that valued control, isn't he now?"

* * *

"Fuck yes,"

Allen mumbled as he stared at his brother.

"Makes you want to shake that damn control, doesn't it?"

Chaus asked.

Allen closed his eyes, horrified at how well this creature knew he'd always resented Jordan's iron control. "God forgive me, but yes."

"You need not worry about that deity here, pet. It's me you need to pray to. Now, kneel."

Allen instinctively fought the command before slowly easing down to his knees. He hated this, hated it.

"Good. Now show me how well you can give head."

He touched Chaus's dick. It was long, thick, and pulsed gently. Allen swallowed hard. The skin was cool to the touch, much cooler than what was normal. There was no heat of living skin here.

He lowered his mouth to the head and licked. He nibbled at the shaft, kissing his way down to the shaved pubes. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He worried if he didn't satisfy Chaus they would pay for it later, but sucking dick wasn't something he did often.

He or Jordan were the ones getting sucked by the men they took home. Beyond a shadow of a doubt that was going to change now. Allen moved back up the shaft, working his way to the head of Chaus's dick.

"Suck me, Allen. It's a dick, not an ice cream cone."

A small cry escaped from Allen when Chaus's hand twisted in his hair.

The gentle touches from Chaus were fading. Did that mean…? "Okay, okay, I'm trying,"

Allen cried out from around Chaus's swollen cock.

Allen's warm, wet mouth immediately covered the waiting dick, and the sounds of frantic sucking could be heard through the room. He needed to keep Chaus happy for as long as possible.

Opening as wide as he could, he eased Chaus's cock into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks, Allen pulled back up, bobbing his head up and down. He cut his eyes up to the vampire. He knew Chaus could see the fear shining in his eyes.

He worked Chaus with his mouth and tongue, desperate to please. He flinched when Chaus grabbed his head and pushed him further onto his dick. He gagged as that thick cock hit the back of his throat.

"Yes, that's it. Suck my dick."

Allen whimpered. Saliva ran down his chin and tears trickled from his eyes.

"Up on the bed, now."

Chaus pulled Allen off his dick by his hair.

Allen's pain-filled cry echoed around the room. "Please, sir, I'm trying. I'm just not used to—"

Chaus hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "You're not used to being the one without power, so you have no idea how to act. None at all."

Allen stared at the floor. "Yes,"

he whispered.

* * *

Chaus stared at Allen, who was focused on whatever was so interesting on the ground. He knew perfectly well Allen's posture wasn't one he was used to. No, the human was more accustomed to being the one in control, and wielding the whip, so to speak.

He wondered how many lives these two had destroyed through the years without a thought or care. Too many to count, he was sure. And oh, that excited him. There was nothing he enjoyed more than breaking the unbreakable.

Now the brothers were on the receiving end, no choice available to them but to take whatever he dished out. Fitting. The additional fear of not knowing what he planned to do to them added to his pleasure.

He ran his hand over Allen's bent head, traveling down under Allen's arms. With no effort whatsoever, he lifted Allen off his knees, enjoying the shocked look that flitted across the young mortal's face.

Humans really were arrogant in their assumption they were the top of the food chain. He barely remembered what it was like to be human, but he did remember that arrogance.

Chaus tossed Allen crossways on the bed, followed him down and pinned his body to the bed. "Don't worry, gorgeous, I'll teach you all you need to know to keep your master happy. Both of you."

Chaus heard Jordan catch his breath at his words, but he didn't look over at the other brother. Jordan had his answer now as to what he planned to do with them. He had a feeling very little got past that one.

He jerked Allen's hands above his head and stared down at the trapped man under him. "Look at me."

"No, no, don't make me!"

Allen let out a squeak as his head thrashed back and forth, eyes closed.

Chaus growled. "Do what I say, Allen."

"Allen? Allen, do it. Don't give him a reason to hurt you,"

Jordan pleaded from the head of the bed.

"Okay, please, okay, sir. I'm sorry, just, please—I'm sorry."

Chaus sensed the moment Allen stopped fighting. The body under him sagged in defeat. That was stupid of Allen, but not surprising. He knew Allen had forgotten what he was dealing with, but he saw the knowledge when Allen opened his eyes.

Chaus leaned over him and stared in his eyes, using his power to enter Allen's mind again, but in a different way this time. "Keep your hands above your head until I tell you to move them."

Allen nodded his head frantically. "Yes, sir."

Chaus moved to sit between Allen's legs. His claws inched out and he ran them down Allen's chest, leaving faint red lines. Allen's back bowed off the bed, but his arms stayed exactly where Chaus had positioned them.

"Now, let me show you how to suck a dick."

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Allen's shaft. With a low growl, he wrapped one hand around the base and swallowed the head of Allen's dick while his other hand fondled Allen's balls. He sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down Allen's shaft, making the human under him buck.

His tongue rubbed against the underside of Allen's cock, fluttering madly along the thick vein that ran the length of Allen's dick. The temptation to sink his fangs there was almost more than he could handle.

He resisted, simply because he had something else in mind. He worked the hard length toward the back of his mouth. His throat opened and Allen's dick slipped into tightness.

"Oh shit,"

Allen moaned. "That's… fuck! Jesus, that's so damn good."

Chaus sucked Allen, pushing him closer to orgasm, the yelps and cries egging him on. The beast within shifted, wanting both blood and cum.

"Yeah, make him blow his load,"

Jordan suddenly demanded.

Chaus, surprised, raised his head to look at Jordan.

"Fuck you,"

Allen grunted, body writhing on the sheets. "You're just pissed I always outlast you."

Chaus's head whipped around to look back at Allen. He smiled widely, fangs fully exposed. Well now, he'd forgotten the competitive nature of these two. Even in a situation like this they couldn't help the need to best one another. Interesting. They might be scared out of their minds, but their true personalities were showing through.

"You want him to come fast?"

Chaus asked Jordan.

"Yes."

"No!"

Allen yelled.

"I think I like Jordan's answer better,"

Chaus smirked and grabbed the lube, quickly slicking his fingers. "Time to lose that cherry, Allen."

"Fuck."

Allen clenched his eyes tightly shut. "Fuck."

"Make him scream,"

Jordan demanded from the head of the bed.

"Dammit, Jordan, shut the hell up!"

Allen yelled again, and turned his head to face Jordan, glaring. "You just fucking wait until it's your turn. I hope he fucks you through the mattress."

Chaus actually laughed out loud. Oh yes, he'd made a wise choice in these two. Even with death bearing down on them, they still were trying to find a thread of control in a situation they were helpless in.

He never dreamed he'd find not one, but two humans that were perfect for him. They would be glorious once he stripped away every bit of their humanity. Not that they had much now. He couldn't wait.

And speaking of which, there were only a few hours left before daybreak. Chaus wrapped his hand around the base of Allen's dick, pumping the lower part of it quickly, working him at a fast pace as his tongue ran across the swollen head.

Chaus forced Allen's legs open and touched his finger to Allen's twitching hole. Spreading the lube around, he thrust two fingers inside, twisting and turning, seeking Allen's hot spot.

"I'm going to fuck you both through the mattress."

* * *

Allen's body stiffened from the invasion, trying to desperately push Chaus's fingers out. One finger hadn't been bad, but two? Allen didn't think he could handle it. "Stop! Oh fuck, it burns,"

Allen whined. "Please, sir that—whoa, shit!"

Allen made an odd screeching sound, his mouth opening and closing as the tendons stood out in his neck. Sharp painful pleasure, like small needles pricking his skin, rocked through his body from whatever Chaus had touched inside him.

Was Chaus's finger hitting his prostate? No wonder his little bottom boys acted like they did. His entire body ached from the feeling. He had the overwhelming urge to either piss or come.

He gasped as the burn of entry finally gave way to something he'd never felt before: pure pleasure he had no control over. It took him, ruled him. He pushed back eagerly against that thrusting finger.

Over and over Chaus continued to work him, opening his entrance and making sure he was well lubed. He was like a bitch in heat. He couldn't get enough. Was Chaus making him feel these sensations? This wasn't like him.

Then Chaus withdrew his fingers and flipped Allen over to his hands and knees. Crawling on the bed, Chaus grasped Allen's hips and worked his cock into his ass, slowly filling him.

Grunts, yelps, and numerous cuss words painted the air, as moving slowly, Chaus fucked him. His pained moaning turned into cries of pleasure when Chaus tilted his hips slightly, nailing his hot spot.

Chaus glanced down. "You look good on my dick. You brother seems to enjoy seeing you like this."

Allen looked up at Jordan. His brother's face was flushed; his lips were tightly pressed over his teeth and his nostrils flared. His brother was tied and helpless, his dick hard as stone.

It didn't escape him that he was in the position he planned to have Chaus in earlier that night when he and Jordan stalked their redhead from the second level of Night Moves. Now he was the one in the middle, so to speak, getting fucked for all he was worth.

And loving it.

Chaus rammed him as hard, and both he and Jordan moaned deliriously. Granted, for different reasons. Jordan whispered encouragements, his voice heavy and hoarse with dark need.

Allen's head was suddenly pulled back, making his back arch. "What…?"

That was as far as Allen got.

Chaus sunk his teeth into his neck and sucked hard.

Pain, unlike any he had ever known, attacked his body. Chaus still fucked him but even that couldn't overcome the feeling of being bitten. Tears rolled down his face as he looked at Jordan.

He wanted the last thing he saw to be his brother. He wished he could tell Jordan how sorry he was for leaving him with this creature. He wanted to say goodbye, everything around him was fading as grayness edged his vision and he grew cold, his body shuddering in Chaus's arms.

He was so sleepy, and his body was heavy, sluggish. His heart pounded in his ears, each thump taking more time as his heart slowed. From far off he heard Jordan scream at him, calling his name.

Everything around him spun as his eyes grew heavy, the battle to keep them open not worth it. Jordan's voice was so far away and, and, he was crying out to him. Allen's hand fluttered in the air, reaching for his brother before finally falling to his side.

The last thing he saw was his brother, tied open and calling his name, as he died.