39. Okay

Foxx's mouth tasted both sweet and like blood, the splatter mixing in with their kiss. Mine…Foxx was his. These lips, this body, were his!

He growled when Foxx yanked away, the vampire catching Harlow's bottom lip with one of his fangs, drawing blood. "Behave," Harlow growled.

"Fuck you."

"Mine," he growled, slamming his mouth back down. Foxx hissed but angrily kissed him back, his fangs nipping and drawing blood each time. They tumbled over, their mouths never separating, even as they landed on the blood-covered wooden floor, a mutilated body right beside them. Foxx's hands began tearing at his jacket, so he tugged it off, before breaking the kiss to roll Foxx over.

The vampire protested, but he dragged him across the floor to stop him from flipping again. Latching onto his slick blood-covered overalls and boxer briefs, he…ripped them right down the middle before tugging them off.

"You!" Foxx snarled, the man bucking him off. Harlow grunted as his back hit the floor, an angry hissing vampire now on top of him. Foxx sat there in only his blood smeared pink alligator sweater and gun holster—his hat having been lost somewhere during the tornado routine. At a flick of movement behind the man, Harlow was unholstering his gun, flicking the safety off, and firing without too much thought. Firing again when a second werewolf appeared behind the first he just killed.

Before he even got a chance to lower his gun, the vampire's mouth was back on his. His hard cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, he growled into the kiss, dropping his pistol as he grasped Foxx's face, trying to delve deeper into his mouth. The vampire hissed, once again biting at his lips as they made out.

His gun was pushed aside as Harlow rolled them again to kneel over Foxx. The vampire grunted, and breaking the kiss, Foxx reached back and pulled something out from under him.

They both froze, staring at the severed arm for a split second before the vampire tossed it aside and yanked him back down.

Groaning, he made out with him for a moment before freeing his own erection on the confinement became too painful.

As Foxx's legs wrapped around him, and he started to hump up against him, Harlow reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube. Breaking the kiss, he tore open the packet with his teeth. With one hand, he squeezed it out onto his fingers, before reaching to probe between Foxx's plump blood slick cheeks.

Foxx whined, arms wrapping around his neck as he pressed a finger inside. Harlow roughly speared him with his fingers, stretching the man while he continued to hump up against him.

Once he was able to fit three fingers in, he pulled them free and untangled himself from the vampire.

Foxx hissed in protest, only to suddenly grab the gun Harlow had discarded to fire off a shot behind him. Unconcerned, Harlow spread the man's legs, lined up his cock, and pushed inside while he pressed Foxx's legs back.

He growled at the tightness as the vampire cried out. His grip tightening on Foxx's hips, Harlow pulled out almost completely before slamming back in again. He repeated the action, making sure to angle just right to hit Foxx's prostate each time. Folding Foxx in half in the process, the gun still in his hand, the vampire's arms wrapped around his neck as he moaned and cried in pleasure.

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Folded in half,Foxx clung onto Harlow's neck as the man's prick speared him again and again. Foxx's whole body tingled while his cock bobbed and dripped pre-cum onto his stomach. The slickness on him, that he knew was mostly blood, somehow added to his arousal.

As much as he wanted to let the daze come, wanted to just let his release come, he held it back. There was one left. One wolf left. With his head bouncing between clarity and nothingness, he struggled to keep listening.

His eyes fluttered closed on a loud moan, but they snapped open when the heartbeat he'd been tracking moved in fast. Raising his arm outwards, he fired right when the werewolf appeared in the doorway. As the body dropped, Foxx let himself flop back to the hardwood floor. The gun slipped from his fingers, and with the danger gone, he gave in to the pleasure.

Tossing his head back, he arched and screamed out his release, his claws carving into the gore-covered floor beneath him. Foxx's cock spurted streams of cum over his stomach and jumper. Harlow's hips continued to slam into him. Minutes later, the man roared out his release. Heat flooded his insides as the human's prick spasmed in his hole.

Foxx's head floated happily while the human slowed to a stop—for a moment, that was. Somewhere between Harlow pulling out and lowering his legs, reality came knocking. Reminding him that he was supposed to be, and still was, angry at the fucker.

When the human sat back, Harlow's chest heaving as his eyes slid over him, despite his feelings, Foxx couldn't stop himself from shuddering under that heated look. Rolling his eyes at himself, he laid there in who knows what as he panted softly and tried to remind himself why he was mad.

But the second reality check wouldn't let him really think much about it, as what was once a turn on, had become utterly disgusting now that he was no longer being fucked.

The floor beneath his bare ass was slick and warm…no doubt blood from who knows how many werewolves, plus a concoction of…who bloody fucking knew what! At least…it wasn't like bowel fluids…he'd have smelled that. By the Goddess's grace only, he had somehow been lucky enough that these fuckers had been keen to attack on four legs instead of two.

"They all dead?" Harlow rasped.

"Yeah…" he said slowly, grimacing when cum started to drip from his ass, adding to the nastiness underneath him. "This…was a dumb idea!"

Because not only were they covered in fluids, they had also destroyed…well, at least, Foxx had destroyed most of his clothes. No, wait…he hadn't destroyed shit! Fucking Harlow had!

"Not an idea," Harlow corrected. "An idea would suggest we thought this through."

"You ripped my dungarees, Harlow! What am I supposed to wear out of here?!"

"These guys were living here, so I'm sure we can find you something to wear."

"You want me to put clothes OVER the blood and…FLUIDS?!" He let out a frustrated whine, before hissing in horror, "Not to mention what probably went IN me!"

Harlow chuckled, and while the man wasn't naked like he was, his jacket was missing, while his shirt, pants, and the rest of him was covered in gunk. "So dramatic. There's a generator for electricity… I imagine there is running water too. Come on." Standing, the man yanked him up by his hand. "Let's find a shower. If I'm remembering the blueprints for the second floor correctly, there is a bathroom in one of the rooms near the stairs."

Feeling way too gross, Foxx didn't bother correcting him on what floor it was. He was just hoping Harlow was right, otherwise they'd have to cross the hole in the hallway upstairs.

Foxx let Harlow tug him along and back to the first floor. Luckily, Harlow had remembered right. They found a bedroom with a bathroom on their second try. Foxx sighed in relief when Harlow tried the sink and the water started.

Because really…putting clothes over wet bodily fluids—fluids that really should remain inside the body—was just disgusting.

Honestly…he was having a hard time believing he had just done that. Like sure, killing bad guys was hot as fuck…but shooting people and fucking in their still cooling blood was a whole new level of fucked up, even for him.

Though…him having sex with Harlow after everything was also possibly a new low… Way to be a chaotic fucking mess, Foxx, he thought with irritation.

Harlow turned the shower on and moved back to him. He was silent and cooperative as the human removed the rest of Foxx's mostly destroyed clothing, besides the tracking bracelet, before stripping down himself and tugging Foxx into the shower with him.

Foxx relaxed, still quiet and thinking over everything that had been said, while the water and the human's hands ran over his body.

No matter how much things went around in his head, Foxx kept drawing a blank. Like it didn't make sense to him.

Licking his lips, he forced himself to ask, "You really aren't mad?"

Harlow's hands on him froze for a second, and then he sighed, the man's arms coming around Foxx. "I'm not mad at you for saying no. I'm not mad at you at all. You have every right to say no. And I have no right to get mad about something like that."

"Others have."

"Well, they aren't me, and they fucking suck."

"They"re dead anyway."

"Good."

Foxx chuckled softly. "You are so…different."

"Good of you to notice," Harlow said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The man pressed his face into his neck.

"Different and annoying," Foxx huffed.

He felt Harlow smile against his neck, before he felt the soft press of his lips in the same spot.

Harlow really was different… "What if I said no more sex?"

"I wouldn't force you."

"What if I kicked you out?"

"It's your house."

"Why…" he hesitated slightly before pressing on. "Why are you being so agreeable?"

"Foxx, you are asking me questions about things I don't have any control over, or even have a say on."

"If you know that then why do you want to kill Iggy?"

"Because he is trying to touch something that is mine."

Foxx frowned. "I get to decide all those other things, but you can decide that I'm yours?"

"Yes."

"Crazy."

"I am."

Foxx snorted.

"But so are you, Foxx."

Despite the doubt and the annoyance, he smiled at that. "Am I?"

"Mm, our crazy fits together." Harlow pressed another kiss to his neck. "Which is why you should date me."

Foxx gnawed on his bottom lip…

They did fit—so well… His heart sped up a little as he contemplated all the man had just said. There was more he should ask. Harlow was obviously obsessed with him, likely in an unhealthy way that no normal person should be okay with… Yet…Harlow was right.

Foxx wasn't normal. So why was he trying to answer and decide like a normal person would?! Who cared what someone normal would do?! He didn't want to overthink this any longer! He didn't want to debate! He didn't want to list the cons! He just wanted to say… "Okay…"

Harlow tensed, the man slowly saying, "Okay?"

"Yes…I-I'll date you."

Harlow's arms came around him more firmly. "Mine," he growled.

Foxx closed his eyes, leaning into the man, even as a slight sense of dread filled him. Yet…at the same time, there was also relief. He felt relief, not only to be claimed by Harlow, but by the fact that Harlow was now also his. Which…probably just emphasized how crazy and not okay he really fucking was.