5. Wyatt

Chapter five

Wyatt

I know moving was for the best, but I didn't realize how much it would fucking suck. Our new place was nice, but I now had to start from scratch building up my clientele. This was a slow, frustrating process, and in the meantime, I had way too much free time on my hands. I shouldn't be idle for long periods of time, without any distractions. I was starting to feel myself slip into a funk.

Every morning I forced myself to get out of bed, but I hated having to watch everyone else busy and driven with a purpose while I just… sat. The house was so empty some days; the loneliness was suffocating. Even Piper managed to drag himself out of the house most days, disappearing for hours at a time, doing who knows what. I touched up my tattoos just to keep myself busy, but it still didn't ease the tension building up under my skin.

I needed to… hurt.

Before, I'd have taken matters into my own hands. I knew it was bad, but I needed the pain to feel… something. To remind myself that I was alive. It helped me steady myself - at least, that's how I always justified it, anyway. Cain put a stop to that immediately, and he taught me how to channel my self-harming tendencies into something less dangerous and more productive - namely tattooing. I admit, it had worked. It took care of the pain that would burrow under my skin and tinge everything with shades of gray, sucking the joy out of every corner of my life until I saw no reason to stay conscious. Without it, I could see the colors beginning to bleed out of everything around me.

It didn't help that I couldn't sleep anymore. I was exhausted all the time now, but every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that fucking warehouse. Cain didn't know this, and I didn't think Addy would even be able to remember it. That horrible moment was burned into my memory forever. When I ran over to her, where she was laying on the ground and bleeding out, I knew it was too late. Somehow, I just knew that she didn't have enough life-force inside her to keep her alive much longer. Cain had no idea just how reckless I truly was, because I shouldn't have been able to save her the way I did. If I'm being honest, I just hoped I could take her pain away in her last moments, and then die at her side, since there was no way I could have lived without her.

Every night, I relived the agonizing pain I pulled out of her, each strand of burning heat dripping with terror and tinged in death. I thought I pushed all of it out into Jake before we escaped, but I still felt that chill of death in my bones, like a punishment for fucking with something I shouldn't have. In my dreams, it was never enough. My doubts from that moment came true, and no matter how much I pulled out of her, the blood kept pouring out of Addy's mouth, drowning her as I held her in my arms. Every morning I woke up more tired than when I went to bed, and I felt weaker every day, like death was slowly eating away at me from the inside. I knew I should tell Cain about it, or Addy… someone . But I couldn't bring myself to burden them further, not after all they've been through.

I almost turned around and ran back upstairs when I found Addy and Austin in the studio. No one needed me moping around and ruining the mood. But Addy seemed to sense what I needed, even if I couldn't vocalize it. Her voice cut through the fog in my brain, offering me some blessed relief. I felt myself getting hard just watching her, her cheeks flushed, panting as Austin pinned her against his body, his hand down her pants.

"I'll help," I croaked, stumbling down the stairs to join them. Austin guided her over to the table set up in the far corner, closest to his cabinet full of supplies. He was forced to let her go and get his needles, so I took over, lifting Addy up onto the table and sliding between her legs, my lips finding hers like two magnets being drawn together. I encouraged a little of her desire to sink into my skin, letting it burn away some of the exhaustion in my chest.

"You'll need your shirt off for this, sweetheart." I smiled against her lips, and lifted up her turtleneck, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto the counter. Addy wasn't naked much anymore. I wasn't sure if anyone else noticed. Her scars were faded, but still, Jake's damage left permanent reminders of our failings on her skin. I kissed the one on her collarbone, eliciting a shiver from Addy. I undid her bra and slid it off as well, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hardened into points, and I massaged her softly, trailing my lips across her scars as she whimpered, arching into my touch.

I reached down and undid her slacks, sliding them down her hips. "I don't think he's piercing anything down there," she murmured, and I chuckled.

"I'm going to keep you distracted while he's working," I told her, tugging her underwear down as well.

"Time to lie down," Austin rasped, coming around to the side of the table. He helped Addy lower her back down onto the table as I finished removing her pants, tossing them over with her sweater. I hooked her knees over my shoulders, sliding her down until her ass was nearly falling off the table, leaving her completely exposed to me.

Austin teased her nipple, and I took the opportunity to run my tongue up her slit, tasting her desire as she moaned and writhed. "Stay still," I warned her, holding her hips so she couldn't move around. I trailed kisses up her inner thigh as Austin sanitized the area and got a needle ready. I felt her tense in my arms and smiled, dragging my tongue over her clit. "Don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt, I promise."

I was the one who liked pain, but Austin looked positively animalistic as he brought the needle down to Addy's left nipple, his fangs showing as he grinned. Now that I was paying attention, he looked… bigger? What the hell?

"Deep breath in, and then let it out," Austin murmured, and I felt Addy shake as she inhaled. On the exhale, I felt the sharp sting of the needle as it pierced her. I pulled all of it, every drop, moaning as it flooded me, my cock pressing painfully into my jeans. I sent most of the pleasure directly into Addy using my mouth, teasing her clit as she whimpered, desire pooling out as I stroked her with my tongue.

"You did so good," Austin hissed, setting the barbell piercing in place. "Just one more now." He kissed her deeply, and I slipped my tongue inside her at the same time, making her moan into his mouth. She squirmed under my grip, and I didn't let up. I could feel her tensing as her orgasm neared. Austin grinned down at her as she was panting, and I held her tightly while he readied the needle. "Deep breath in," he whispered, and this time I let a little of the sting through, making her hiss before I stole the pain away, flooding her with enough pleasure to push her over the brink.

"Fuck!" Addy cried out, her orgasm shuddering through her body before she finally went limp in my arms, breathing hard. I smirked and stood up, looking down at Austin's handiwork. He was really good. I could barely feel any swelling or discomfort around the piercings. Trailing my hand up Addy's thigh, I imagined how her skin would look covered in ink. She was a beautiful blank canvas. Where would I even start?

Austin pulled off his gloves and tossed them in the trash, stalking up beside me. I was caught completely off guard when he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me, tasting Addy on my lips. I blinked in surprise at my normally reclusive housemate, bumping against the piercing table as he pressed against me. "Austin, what's up with you, man?" I asked, feeling Addy shift up to sit behind me. "Are you fucking taller, dude?" I realized I was able to meet his eye, but I knew for a fact that he was shorter than me. Austin crowded me against the bench, his hips pressing into mine. It felt very possessive, and while I wasn't entirely opposed to the whole thing, something felt a little… off .

"Austin?" Addy murmured, and his gaze shifted to her. His pupils were enormous, and I felt the grip on the back of my neck tighten, his nails biting into my skin, making my cock ache.

"Mine," he hissed, eyeing her intently. Addy's hand came up, covering his and brushing the hair on the back of my head. Abruptly, his gaze shifted back to me. Before I could react, he struck out, and I felt his canines sink into my neck. Fuck, they were sharp like needles. Addy yelped, but Austin didn't move, curling around me with his teeth still buried in my neck. The pain felt so good I could've sobbed, and I was so fucking hard I couldn't stand it, my hips shifting and rubbing against Austin, who was just as turned on.

"Austin! Stop it!" Addy snapped, jumping off the table and shoving him in the shoulder. The jolt made him pull back, and I moaned as his teeth dragged across my skin. Maybe he had some sort of venom in his bite, or maybe I was just hazy with lust. I just leaned back against the table, feeling the blood drip down towards my collarbone.

"Mine," he rasped, staring at me, and I nodded dumbly as Addy hurried around, pulling on her pants and hunting through the cupboards at the same time.

"Here, we need to clean you up," she muttered, still shirtless, as she pressed an alcohol swab to my neck. I swore as it burned, and she wiped at it hurriedly, watching Austin out of the corner of her eye. He was stock-still, watching us, looking oddly satisfied. Once she was done wiping up the blood, she whirled on Austin, her face murderous. "We don't bite people!" she snapped at him. "What has gotten into you lately?" At least now he had the good sense to look chagrined.

"It's fine, Addy, everyone was a little worked up, it's no biggie," I told her, touching my neck gingerly. She turned her glare at me instead.

"It is a biggie, he bit me, too! We. Don't. Bite. People," she emphasized, swatting at his hand as he reached out for her. "And why are you bigger?!" she exclaimed. Austin looked himself over, frowning, and shrugged.

"I didn't notice," he murmured, flexing his shoulders. Now that I was properly looking, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed before. He packed on at least twenty pounds worth of muscle somehow. I was used to Austin being the slimmest of all of us. The only one shorter was Piper. Now, though, he might be even bigger than me.

"We're having a family meeting," Addy announced, grabbing her clothes and stalking toward the stairs, still topless. My dick ached at the sight, made worse by the throbbing in my neck. Sadly, I think we were done with any fun times … at least, I wasn't about to try Addy's patience at this moment. I rubbed my neck, feeling a little dizzy.

"Man, you aren't venomous or anything, are you?" I muttered, blood smearing under my fingers. Austin smirked at me, and my dick throbbed painfully against my jeans. The serpentine prick looked satisfied as he watched me adjust myself. I blinked, and he was caging me against the table again, palming my erection through my jeans. It made me jump, and I couldn't tell if he was moving unnaturally fast or if my brain was slowed somehow. I felt a little drunk…

Austin squeezed, and I groaned, my eyes closing as concerns left my brain as quickly as they arrived. My zipper was ripped open, and I felt Austin's hand wrap around my shaft, stroking it firmly. My hips jerked, and I choked out a moan. "Christ, man…" I mumbled, and my eyes flew open when his lips wrapped around the head of my cock. He was kneeling down in front of me, smirking up at me with his wild, blown out pupils. I didn't have the brainpower to consider what was happening right now. Austin took me into his mouth, and his lip piercings rubbed against my shaft as I hit the back of his throat.

My hands tangled in his hair as my hips stuttered and I thrust deeper into his mouth, another moan slipping past my lips. "God, you take me so fucking good…" I muttered, and his hands moved up to my hips, pulling me deeper as he gripped me possessively. My head was spinning, and my balls tightened as the pressure built up. My orgasm coated the back of his throat, his nails leaving grooves in my skin until I was completely spent. I nearly collapsed back onto the table, Austin grinning wickedly as he stood up. Addy was right. Something was different about our snaky friend, that was for damn sure.

I'm just not sure it was such a bad thing…