13. Five-ish Things

“ O h, oh! Look at these stickers, Turney! They are sparkly!” Octavius giggled as he stared at the large selection of Mallard Mysteries stickers on the table. They had one for each of the characters, along with all of the various ships…including Dranny…

He had to say…Duckies have an odd obsession with shipping Drake and Benny together. Octavius really didn’t get it, personally.

Yet…despite thinking that, oddly, his eyes kept being drawn to a rather sparkly sticker depicting Drake in Benny’s arms. Slowly, he added it, and all of the other ones with the ship, into his ‘to buy’ pile, refusing to rationalize or think on why he was doing it.

In his opinion, the best thing about stickers was that they counted, at most, as one fourth of an item, so he could get more… Well, to him they did. And as Turney didn’t pay as much attention to how many things he grabbed when they were this small, it was easy to grab as many as he liked.

Turney’s voice was rather emotionless as he asked, “Octavius…do you really need more stickers?”

“No, but I want more!” he hmphed. “And you promised I could get five things from the tables I like.”

Twenty…forty…stickers was close enough. Really, anyone rational and fair would agree that twenty-ish stickers were equal to five things!

Looking back at the zombie, Octavius barely held back his wince as he, for the first time in the last hour, actually paid attention to the man, beyond casually glancing to hand him things. Turney’s arms were loaded with bags of all shapes, sizes, and materials. He had so many, the man could no longer put his arms down. The zombie would not be able to hold a single bag more, unless he planned to use his teeth.

“I mean…stickers…don’t take up much room, right? We can just slip them into one of the other bags!”

Turney stared, a brow slowly lifting, as if to say ‘really?’.

He pouted. “Well…we could head to our room and then come back?”

The zombie rolled his eyes. “There are ten tables left…we might as well finish up. You’ll just have to hold whatever else you buy.”

“I’ll be quick! But…” Octavius slowly smirked. “These last few tables have…plushies.”

Turney’s eyes narrowed. “You aren’t getting me to cave on my five per rule.”

Later, he supposed, Turney…would find out just how far past the five things rule he had gone each time the zombie hadn’t been paying attention. But, like, he’d only done it with small things, so it was fine! What they had bought would easily fit in the space in the back of the van, with room to spare. Octavius knew the new van had been a good idea!

“I know…I just thought you might want a few. They look pretty cute from here.”

His zombie bun’s gaze flicked down the row, over the remaining tables. Octavius’ smirk widened as he caught the moment Turney’s eyes locked on the table full of plushies. They all looked so soft and cute—his boyfriend’s weakness.

The table had a nice variety of Mallard Mysteries plushies, with some made of various types of yarn, along with those that looked professional enough to have been official merch. Octavius had to say that while there had been a lot of fun and amazing things to buy…there had also been a surprisingly low number of plushie sellers in the large ballroom.

“I mean…” Turney bit his lip, his eyes still on the table. “Well…your…five item rule doesn’t mean I can’t buy a few.”

Octavius giggled. “Of course, my cute zombie bun. You can buy whatever you want!”

Well, he could buy the zombie whatever he wanted, and since Scarlett wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have to fight her over it! Ugh…she was annoyingly fierce when it came to paying for Turney…

Unable to put his arms down, Turney rocked forward, trying his very best to get the keycard hanging from his neck to unlock their hotel room door. The bags on his arms crinkled and made various noises as they swung, the things inside shifting.

“You can do it,” Octavius cheered behind him.

There was the loud sound of crinkling paper as the vampire bounced. The paper bags hanging off his arms were somehow noisier than all of the plastic and paper ones that Turney had.

He would admit that he had maybe gone overboard…with the plushies… Okay, more than maybe. There was no getting around that buying twenty plushies was too much.

After struggling for a few moments more, trying to get the correct angle with the absurd number of bags he was carrying, Turney sagged—though his arms remained out and waist high.

“I think I’m going to have to put things down. Or you are.”

“No, no, you can do it!” Octavius whined. “Wiggle more! Wiggle more!”

He rolled his eyes. The vampire was definitely seeing this as a game. “Octavius, I can’t even bend my arms.”

“You can do it!” the vampire chimed, undeterred.

Sighing, he wiggled a bit more, but stiffened up when Octavius pressed against his back. “Octavius, what are you doing?”

“You can’t bend, so I’m helping!”

“You don’t—” His words cut off on a squeal as the vampire’s arms pushed through the hanging bags and came around his waist. Octavius’ bags jamming into his had him falling against the door.

“Octavius, stop, you crazy bat!” A laugh forced its way from his mouth as the man started to tickle him. He wiggled, but failed to escape the loon as his laughter kept up. Though it was barely audible over the noise of the bags rubbing together and banging against the door.

“OCTAVIUS—”

Beep!

They both froze at the sound, just listening as the lock clicked.

“See! Told you it would work!” the vampire chimed smugly.

Turney sighed.

Octavius giggled in response, turning the knob and opening the door while still entangled.

Turney shuffled forward, stumbling a bit when he finally managed to get his bags free of Octavius’ without breaking anything. Moving past the kitchen table, he stopped right in front of the living room, and let all of the bags slide off his arms.

Finally, no longer a bag tree, he spun. Glaring at the vampire, who was depositing his bags on the kitchen table, he snapped, “You are a menace!”

“Me?” The vampire smiled slyly, pointing towards himself as he sat his last bag down. “I am a detective.”

“You…” He opened his mouth and then closed it again, his brow pinching. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I am Detective Octavius Feathering, and you, my fellow mallard, Turney Hastings, are wanted for MURDER!” his unhinged boyfriend cried, in an overly dramatic fashion, as he tossed his head back.

Feathering…and Hastings… Should he be questioning why Octavius had changed their last names to Drake and Benny’s…? Probably…

Scratching at his jaw, he slowly stated, “Am I now?”

Octavius’ face turned ‘serious’, his mouth going flat as his eyes narrowed. “Yes! Hands up, against the wall, you are under arrest, duck!”

As ‘serious’ as he was, the look in his narrowed eyes, as his gaze swept over Turney, was heated.

A shudder traveled down his spine. As he felt his body start to heat up, Turney found himself conflicted. Mainly due to him having some concerns about the direction of this roleplay…because this was Octavius…

“Are there feathers involved in this roleplay?”

Octavius blinked cutely, his head tilting. “No.”

“Fake duck bills?”

“No?” The vampire’s lips pursed. “Though those would have been fun…minus how hard it would be to kiss with them on.”

“No wings anywhere that you have for me to put on?”

Octavius wrinkled his nose. “Turney…I am not that well prepared…”

Turney chuckled. “Okay.” He slowly walked over, raising his hands as he pressed himself face first against the wall, resting his arms above his head. “You may have caught me, Detective Feathering, but I won’t tell you shit!”

“Oh, is that so, Hastings?” the man purred as he got nearer.

“Yes!” Turney gasped as Octavius was suddenly against his back, the vampire’s hard cock pressed firmly to his ass. His prick jerked in his sweats, starting to harden.

“No matter, I have ways to make you talk,” Octavius growled, before harshly ordering, “Don’t move!”

“Do your worst!”

He shuddered, his cock hardening fully as the man’s fingers lightly trailed over his. Traveling down his arms, to his shoulders, the vampire began to pat him down. But calling it patting would have been a lie, when each touch was more of a caress than anything. His nipples hardened as his heart started to speed up with each touch.

Turney moaned lightly as Octavius squeezed his ass, his hole clenching. The noise got louder when the man reached around and gripped his dick through his sweats.

“Quack,” Octavius huffed.

He blinked, frowning in confusion at the word. “What…?”

“You’re a duck, therefore you should quack!” the vampire whined in his ear.

Turney closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He found it slightly worrying that the words had not affected how turned on he was. Turney wasn’t sure if that was because he was just used to Octavius’ nonsense, or… Yeah, he was not looking further into the ‘or’. Regardless…his boyfriend was completely insane.

“Octavius…I am not moaning in duck.”

“But you have to! You’re a duck!”

“Are you planning to moan-quack?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God…for the love of all, why?!” he groaned, banging his head lightly against the wall.

“Turney, we are ducks, so we must quack… At least quack a little, to fully commit to the roleplay. Come on, try it! Try it! Just a little quack.” The vampire cutely giggled, giving his cock another squeeze.

He held back his moans while the man continued to massage his covered prick, before reluctantly letting out a low and slightly pathetic quack .

Giggling, Octavius released him. Both hands slid up his body, while he went back and forth between groaning and…quacking. The man played with his already hardened nipples, rolling them in between his fingers, before giving both a hard pinch, drawing a gasp from his lips.

Turney shuddered as Octavius’ hands slid back down, but when one gripped his cock through his pants, as much as he wanted to scream ‘yes’, on remembering what they were roleplaying, beyond the duck noises, he instead cried, “Hey, watch where you are touching, detective!”

“Oh, the touching has just begun, my pretty criminal,” Octavius growled, while yanking open his pants, pulling them and his boxer briefs down, to free his cock. Turney lifted his feet up, one after the other, letting the man remove both, along with his shoes and socks.

“No, stop!” he let out softly, his protests completely insincere.

He moaned loudly as the vampire pressed him more firmly against the wall, and began to grind his cock against his ass. Turney’s hole fluttered, just dying to have the thickness he felt inside of him. His hard length jerked each time the vampire pressed forward.

Octavius moaned as he continued to rub against him, the noise sending a spark of pleasure through Turney’s body, but when the sound abruptly cut off, and the man let out a loud quack , he found himself choking back a laugh.

“It’s just…so ridiculous,” Turney whimpered, right before a laugh forced its way out. He let out an unflattering snort before bursting into laughter.

“You think this is funny, criminal?!” Octavius snapped, sounding indignant.

“Yes!” he snickered, before his laughs turned into giggles.

“Well, you won’t for long!”

He heard the sound of the man undoing his zipper, his laughter subsiding as Octavius bent him over. With his hands still placed on the wall, he let out a startled yelp when the vampire gave him a good smack on his bare ass, but frowned as Octavius left him there.

Turney started to look back over his shoulder at the sound of rustling bags.

“Don’t move!” the vampire hissed.

Sighing, he stared at the wall while he remained bent over, ass out, just waiting. His prick was throbbing, wanting more of what the vampire’s touch had promised him. More so, he was dying for the vampire to actually touch him where he wanted him to most.

Turney couldn’t help but tense with anticipation when his boyfriend’s footsteps approached.

“Yes!” He groaned in relief as a wet, and no doubt lube-covered, finger pressed against his hole, hissing as it plunged into his unprepared ass without hesitation, stretching him. The bite of pain had his cock jerking, a drop of pre-cum dripping out as the finger was pushed fully inside him.

But with only one finger in, the vampire stopped moving.

“Octavius!” he whined. “Please!”

“That’s detective to you, duck !”

Turney rolled his eyes at the emphasis the man had placed on the word duck .

This crazy ass…bat …he thought with a sigh as he slowly… quacked .

Octavius’ started moving his finger again, which had him moaning, and he made sure to toss a few quacks in there, between him begging for more, when he remembered to. He didn't want to risk the vampire stopping again, as the man opened him up and added a second finger. His moans turned to cries of need when Octavius pressed against his prostate.

Turney stuttered, “Y-you won’t get away with this,” when Octavius pulled his fingers free, the man’s thick, uncut cock pressing against his hole now.

Turney licked his lips and shuddered as he thought of the burn that was about to come. Usually, he felt it when the man didn’t use at least three fingers.

“I already have,” Octavius growled huskily, with one hand on his hip.

Turney cried out, the sound mixing with Octavius’ moan, as in one swift motion, the vampire plunged fully inside him. The burn sent tingles through his body, his cock jerking as another drop of pre-cum joined all of the others. Any thoughts of quacking left his mind, and apparently Octavius’ too, when the man gripped both sides of his hips and began to fuck him.

Pressing backwards with each thrust, Turney moaned loudly every time their skin slapped together, the man hitting him just right each time. “Harder,” he demanded.

His hands started to dig into the wall, as the already fast pace increased.

“None of that, my prisoner,” Octavius chuckled thickly. Suddenly, one of his arms, and then the other, were pulled behind his back, yet the vampire’s hips never slowed.

Turney whined, struggling in his hold, as the position made it harder for him to meet the man’s thrusts. His eyes widened in shock as something cold, hard, and metal wrapped around his wrists, and he flinched at what could only be the sound of handcuffs closing.

“W-what?!” he squawked, swiftly looking over shoulder.

Since he was not flexible enough to see what was around his wrists while bent over, he just glared at his boyfriend instead.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a plan?! Where the hell did you get those?!”

The vampire just smiled down at him evilly, his fangs fully dropped and shining. “Hah, I bought them from one of the tables while you weren’t looking.”

“You—”

“Hush now, Mr. Hastings. You can spill your guts to me once we are finished,” the vampire hissed.

One of the vampire’s arms wrapped around his chest, as he yanked him upward and back against him. Turney let out a needy whimper, moaning loudly when the vampire’s thrusts became short and more grinding. His cock felt close to bursting now, while sweat dripped down his body.

His moans were muffled as Octavius turned his head and captured his lips. Their tongues danced together, and he was panting by the time the vampire relented. He whimpered once more when Octavius drew blood from his lips with one of his fangs as he pulled back.

His whole body stiffened, and he cried out with his release the moment those very same fangs pierced his neck. Like always, there was a brief moment of pain, but it was quickly lost under the pulling sensation that sent a surge of pleasure through his veins.

His cock spurted cum, his balls clenching as they emptied, and he shuddered, moaning loudly when the vampire grunted against his neck. Still drinking, Octavius filled his insides with his own release, while he drew Turney’s blood into his body.

He winced as both Octavius’ dick and fangs slipped free. At the sound of the cuffs unlocking, he let out a breathless laugh at what sounded like Octavius tossing them. Now free, he brought his arms back around, gripping the one still around him as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t been able to stop his still very human reactions, so Turney just sagged against Octavius as he tried to catch his breath.

He smiled when the vampire lightly kissed his neck and giggled. “Ready to talk, Mr. Hastings?”

Turney chuckled. “Not even close, Detective Feathering.”

“Is that so?” Octavius drawled.

“It is…”

“I suppose I’ll just have to try…harder.”

On the word ‘harder’, the vampire attacked, tickling his sides. Turney struggled, laughing as he tried to get away. The option of escape was soon lost when his boyfriend scooped him up into his arms.

Turney batted at his chest, still laughing as the man carried him into the bedroom. “Unhand me, you corrupt detective!”

“Never!” Octavius cried. “For justice, we both now must suffer!”

Turney yelped as he found himself unceremoniously dumped onto the bed. Scoffing, with a brow raised, he asked, “For justice, huh?”

The man giggled. “Yes, justice.”

Octavius’ eyes opened, and he slowly smiled on finding Turney still asleep. Slipping out of bed, he quickly pulled on undergarments and some pants, along with his matching purple slippers and bed jacket.

Turney inhaled suddenly. He looked over to see the man’s head slowly lift up, as the zombie groggily asked, “Where—” Turney cleared his throat, “—are you going?”

“To get ice,” Octavius lied sweetly.

The male blinked at him, his face twisting in confusion. “Now?”

“Go back to sleep, my zombie bun bun.”

Turney grumbled something unintelligible before his head flopped back down, and the man started to snore softly.

Ahh, so cute , he thought with a giggle.

Smiling evilly, he rushed over to his suitcase. Opening it, he unzipped the lining, retrieving one of the bottles of glitter he’d hidden inside.

Dropping it into his bed jacket pocket, his smile widened. “Heh, revenge will be mine…”

Taking one last look at Turney, he walked swiftly through the hotel room, grabbed his keycard, and slipped into the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, Octavius let out an evil laugh when he caught the scent of the human he was looking for—his enemy was near! He’d thought he had smelled the man earlier, and he had! Mathew was on this very floor…

Following the scent down the hall, he turned a corner and almost ran right into Aurelius.

Eyes widening, Octavius plastered a fake smile on his face. “Ah, hello again.”

“AH! I was hoping to run into you!”

Well…wandering the hallway of the twentieth floor would be a great way to do that, Octavius supposed. “You were?”

“Yes!” The human pulled an antique gold business card holder out of his pocket and offered him one of the cards inside. “To give you this.”

He slowly took it, but didn’t care enough to look down at it, let alone read it.

“It lists my number and office location. While I hope you don’t need either, I figured, if anything else went wrong during your stay, at least this way you’ll know where I am, and how to get in contact with me.”

“Ah, I see.” He pocketed the card, still smiling. “Is there anything else?”

As he really had a whole revenge plot to get to…

“No, no! I’ll get out of your way. But again, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“No, nothing…” He trailed off as he had a truly brilliant thought. Smiling genuinely this time, Octavius chimed, “You know, now that you mention it…there is something you could do for me.”

“Oh?” Aurelius frowned, his brow raising. “Name it, and it will be yours.”

His smile widened as his heart filled with joy, and purely evil intentions. What’s the point of revenge if he didn’t get the last laugh? Or rather…the last word…