21. Third-Rate Villain

T urney flopped back onto the bed with a groan. What a weird, stressful day… It only fully hit him after they’d escaped the metal death trap that Min-ji dying would end with Scarlett dying as well. That was a nice dose of panic after the fact…

Not that he hadn’t been worried for Min-ji. Scarlett had seemed a bit off after it happened though, and while he felt the bond, he’d felt nothing emotion-wise from her.

The fear had come from Scarlett while in the tank… The zombie obviously loved the witch. Then again, she wouldn’t have bonded with her in the first place if she didn’t. Maybe…he should spend some time with Min-ji, and try to get to know her, as…his sire’s partner?

Though…to be perfectly honest, he needed to take the time to get to know Scarlett. Turney knew…some things about her… But it wasn’t like they had ever sat down and had a heart-to-heart. They hadn’t really shared much of themselves with each other, and Turney definitely hadn’t told her anything about his past.

The bond made them feel closer, even though neither of them had put the work in, and…maybe it was time to change that. Really, the only one who knew about Turney’s past was…Octavius.

His gaze slipped to the vampire in question. The man was sitting on the plush chair, at the small table, to the right of the bed, sucking down a bag of blood through a straw. Octavius had lost his feeding privacy privileges two months back, after Turney caught the vampire trying to lower the amount again, for the third time. Sneaky brat… Speaking of sneaky…his eyes narrowed on the man as he sat up slowly.

When the bag was finished, and Octavius tossed it into a hazardous waste bag, along with the other three he’d just consumed, Turney accused, “Admit it, you glitter bombed that hater.”

The vampire giggled, a smug smile slipping onto his face as he slyly said, “Maybe.”

“Crazy ass bat.” He snorted.

His smug smile grew as he transformed into his peter’s dwarf epauletted fruit bat, form. Leaping into the air, the bat grabbed onto the bottom of the chandelier, and swinging off from it, he dove right into his open yet empty suitcase on the floor.

Turney frowned as Octavius disappeared into the lining, but cursed as the bat reappeared with a bottle of light pink glitter.

“Well, dear Turney, you asked me if I did it. The answer is…YES, I did! I did it! I did it!” Octavius let out an evil cackle as he tossed his head back and bellowed, “AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!”

It felt like he was watching a third-rate evil villain reveal his master plan… The dramatics of it all… “Octavius, put it down,” he growled.

The bat’s eyes narrowed, staring for a brief moment before he cried, “NEVER!” And took off waddling towards the other room.

Turney jumped off the bed, leaping after him. “Get back here, you nut case!”

“NO!” Octavius giggled like crazy, the bat barely avoiding him as he transversed the rooms, using the furniture to get away, again and again.

“Octavius!” he growled. Turney sped around the couch after the tiny bat. Lunging, he just barely slipped through his fingers…

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Octavius taunted, looking back as he said it. The tiny bat sprinted underneath the coffee table, but as he was not paying attention…he didn’t hold the bottle low enough.

Turney’s eyes widened as the bottle went flying, the lid popping off as it hit the table. He tried to stop and back up, but it was too late. He just managed to close his eyes in time, lifting his hands to block the bottle. While he deflected it, that did nothing to stop the glitter from pouring out and raining down over him. He sputtered, horrified as he felt it coat his face.

Opening his eyes slowly in the aftermath, he stared down at Octavius, his left eye twitching.

The bat was looking up at him in horror, his eyes wide, no longer running. “Uh…oh…”

“Octavius!” he growled between clenched teeth, feeling his zombie side emerge fully.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” Octavius squealed as he took off running again.

Octavius carefully removed glitter from Turney’s short brown hair as he sat naked in the man’s lap in the hot tub, his knees partially on the built-in bench that the zombie was sitting on. The jets were on high, and hot water bubbled around them. Coming from the mouth of the duck head on the hot tub, was a steady stream of bubbles.

While his task was to clean his zombie bun, Octavius was slowly losing focus with Turney’s hard cock poking at his ass. Well, no, his focus was basically holding on by a mere thread now, considering he was hard, dripping pre-cum, with his fangs fully extended for all to see—even if the ‘all’ was just Turney.

Hard and needy—yes, that described exactly how he felt. But it would be rude to just jerk off in Turney’s lap while he complained about his glitter dusting.

Though…the zombie’s reaction to him doing it would likely have been entertaining, but would not necessarily help his efforts to get out of trouble.

Octavius did find it interesting that even though the zombie was clearly disgusted by the specks of glitter still on him, the man’s body was fully on board with ignoring it in favor of sex… It was just that Turney’s mind was apparently not.

“I’m going to be finding it on me for years, I just know it,” Turney complained.

Octavius snorted. “Nonsense! I use glitter all the time, yet you never find any on me.”

“Yeah, I find that pretty miraculous, not gonna lie.”

He giggled. “I’d like to think of it as skillful.”

“Mmhmm,” Turney grunted, clearly in doubt, before glancing away to stare at the duck head. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that it releases bubbles, but I am…”

He chuckled. “It’s cute and on theme, which I do appreciate…but Turney…” Octavius grinned as he trailed off.

The zombie looked back at him, his brow raised. “Mm?”

“Do you know what else I’m skilled at?” He wiggled his butt, rubbing against the hard prick that was poking him. His grin widening as the man groaned.

Turney slowly smirked. “What?”

“Riding.”

“Are you?”

“Mmhmm, specifically riding my zombie bun.”

Turney snorted. “And is that something you want to try to prove right here, in water that is filled with glitter?”

He nodded, giggling as he wiggled again.

The zombie groaned again, though it ended in a chuckle, as he mused, “You seem weirdly willing to risk glitter getting into unimaginable places.”

“I don’t really care. It’s not as if my bowels have any sort of function. But…” His nose wrinkled. “It did just occur to me that the lube is far away…and I don’t particularly feel like getting out to fetch it. So, frotting it is!”

Turney laughed. “Not only do we not have lube within reach, we are also outside, which would make this a bad idea.”

Octavius waved his hand. “We are on the twentieth floor, there are privacy screens on both sides, and the next balcony should be far enough away that as long as we are quiet, no one will be the wiser. Though, even if we weren’t, Scarlett and Min-ji are to our left, and Theo is to our right, and it’s not like they haven’t heard us before.”

“That—”

He captured Turney’s lips, cutting off whatever else the zombie had planned to say. Wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, Octavius lifted up, as he began to rock back against the man’s hard cock, his own prick bobbing lightly as he did. The sloshing noise his movements were causing was barely audible over the bubbling of the hot tub.

Turney groaned into his lips, kissing him back fiercely as he grabbed onto Octavius’ ass, while the zombie rubbed his cock more firmly against him.

They kept kissing, with Octavius riding back against the zombie’s length for a few moments more, before he lifted up, just high enough to allow the man’s prick to slip in front of him. Settling back onto Turney’s lap, he lined their cocks up and began to pump his hips forward. The water made it so easy for him to slide.

He broke their kiss on a groan. His body shuddered as a tingling pleasure rushed through him at finally giving his already weeping dick what it yearned for—friction. Octavius clung to him, as Turney’s grip on his ass tightened. The man pulled him flush against his chest, while the zombie ground up against him, adding to the pressure.

The pace was slow at first, with Octavius rocking against Turney, while the man humped him back. But as the minutes passed by, and the pressure built, Octavius found his hips rotating faster as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” Turney hissed, when both of their thrusts became more erratic, the water sloshing loudly now. The zombie’s face was red, his breath coming in pants, while water droplets, or perhaps sweat, dripped down his face.

“Close—” Octavius cut off on a cry as he came. His hips never stopped, he rode the pleasure while he spurted cum into the water.

“FUCK!” Turney roared.

As he felt the full body shudder slide through the zombie, his own pleasure starting to fade, Octavius, without hesitation, bit into the man’s neck.

Turney let out another cry as he drew blood. Octavius rode the new wave of pleasure when it crashed into him. His cock hardened fully, and when a dry orgasm quickly slammed into him, he slowed to a stop as their bodies shook apart again.

Once the pleasure started to fade, Octavius gently pulled his fangs free, licking his lips as he leaned back.

“Delicious, as always…but certainly not quiet.” Spotting a sparkle near where his hands rested on Turney’s shoulders, he lifted them up to inspect his palms, before adding, “And definitely not clean.”

Giggling, he showed the zombie his glitter-coated hands.

Turney let out a breathless and slightly exasperated chuckle. “You are a menace.”

“Your menace.” He smirked. Honestly, it was more of a complement, or rather, a way of life, at this point. Well, it was, but only when he was in the mood to accept the title.

“Lucky me,” the zombie deadpanned.

“Lucky indeed.” Octavius laughed, before giving the man a wink and saying, “Just think, you’d be living a glitter-less existence if it wasn’t for me.”

“Hell…” Turney groaned as he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the edge of the hot tub.

Octavius, of course, decided to take both the word, and the slightly pain-filled noise, as an expression of the zombie’s horror. “Yes, it is a horrible thought, isn’t it?” Octavius chimed evilly.