Rating: R
Content: M/M/M sexual situations, light bondage and language
Distribution: Go ahead, but let me know first!
Disclaimer: Although I wish it to be so, I don't own any of these exquisite creatures, so don't slap me with a law suit!
Summary: Well, a vampy story. Can't think of an appropriate synopsis. *g*
September 30, 1998
Edge demolished his opponent and disappeared into the crowd like he always did, making his way back to the locker room. He didn't speak to anyone, preferring to keep to himself. He opened the door to his dressing room...and stopped in shock.
Gangrel lounged in a chair, idly sipping from a golden chalice.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled.
Gangrel leaned back in his seat, flicking his cool gaze over Edge, lingering on his lips, throat, chest and crotch. "I've come to collect my debt, Edge."
Edge's brows drew together in a scowl, his blue-green eyes hard and cold. "I don't owe you anything, Gangrel. If anything, you're the one who owes me a hell of a lot."
He gave Edge a mocking smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Tsk, tsk...so angry. You can't still be bitter over our last encounter, hmmm?"
Edge growled taking a step forward before halting abruptly, drawing in a long deep breath and calming down. He was trying to provoke him, but Edge wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him fall for his tactics.
"Get out, Gangrel."
He only took another sip from his cup, licking the red liquid from his upper lip, giving Edge an amused stare. "I told you the last time we met that I would be back...and that I would collect. Or did you forget?"
"I didn't forget anything, you son of a bitch," he gritted through clenched teeth. "I didn't for get how you-"
Gangrel waved his hand negligently, cutting off Edge's words. "Oh, that..." he drawled in a bored tone. "You can't still be upset about that little thing."
"Little thing!" he yelled, his fingers clenching into fists "That 'little thing' ruined my life and made it a living hell! And all because of you," he spat out the last word, his face twisted with a rage and pain so deep that Gangrel watched him warily, sensing that he was very close to losing control.
"Calm down, Edge," he said softly, his eyes becoming darker as his pupils dilated. "You're oversetting yourself. It doesn't become you."
He growled at him, swinging away to pace the room like a caged panther, his fingers clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. He wanted so badly to wrap his fingers around Gangrel's neck and squeeze until the light blew out in those damnable eyes. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something deep inside him forbade him from hurting Gangrel physically. And the bastard knew it.
"I don't understand why you're fighting the inevitable," Gangrel said. "If you'd just accept who you are, you're life wouldn't be as horrific as it is now."
Edge turned on him glaring with hatred. "If you'd just left me alone, I wouldn't have to be who I am now."
Gangrel sighed in exasperation. "You stupid boy," he grated. "Don't you realize the gift I gave you? The thing everyone wants but never achieves."
"I never asked for your so-called 'gift'," Edge shot back. I was perfectly happy the way I was. Gangrel laughed sardonically. "Happy? You call living on the streets, eating out of garbage cans, stealing and robbing, sleeping under subway rails 'happy'?"
"At least I was human," he replied softly, his whole demeanor turning to quiet despair.
"Human? Bah!" Gangrel snorted. "Humans are nothing to aspire to. They are the shit I wipe off my shoe. If I didn't need them..."
"Shut up!" Edge shouted, raking the air with his nails, the agony of what he'd lost and the rage of what he'd become overwhelming him. "You had no right-no right to change me."
Gangrel gave him a pitying smile. "Oh, Edge. I don't need your permission...anyone's permission...to do what I like. I take what I want."
"Damn you!" Edge fumed, lunging toward Gangrel. In a lightning fast move, Gangrel was out of his seat and across the room, casually leaning against the wall, taking another swig from his cup. He shook his head in mock-sadness.
"You could never quite get the hang of moving quickly, could you?"
Edge launched himself at Gangrel again. Yet again, Gangrel darted from the corner and settled back in the chair, a disdainful grin on his face. "You're going to have to work on that, my boy."
He whirled and tried again to catch him, but he kept eluding his grasp until finally, with a hard blow to the side of the head, Gangrel knocked Edge backward onto the small sofa, vaulting lightly on top of him, straddling his chest and pinning his arms beneath his knees. He brought the chalice close to Edge's lips.
"Why don't you take a sip of this very delicious new elixir. It's still warm and very tasty."
Edge turned his head away, trying to buck him off, but to no avail. "God damn you! Get the fuck off of me."
Gangrel dipped a finger into the cup and then drew it over Edge's lips.
"Oh, come on, love," Gangrel purred, leaning down and flicking his tongue over the corner of Edge's mouth. "mmm...tastes really good."
Edge shuddered as the scent of the red liquid invaded his nostrils. A clawing hunger overwhelmed him. He hadn't fed for days and was growing weak...and damn if Gangrel didn't know it. He shifted his head slightly, his tongue darting out to just take a little taste.
"That's right," Gangrel murmured, dipping his finger in the cup again and letting the ruby fluid drip into Edge's mouth. "This is what you want, isn't it, love."
Edge moaned as the coppery liquid trickled over his tongue, down his throat. He opened his mouth wider, wanting more. Gangrel took a mouthful of the drink and bent forward, pressing his lips to Edge's. He let a steady stream flow from one mouth to the other. Edge groaned, lifting his head and sucked, greedily swallowing the hot essence. Gangrel, braced a hand behind Edge's head and angled it to the side, deepening the forbidden kiss. Edge thrust his tongue into Gangrel's mouth, searching for more of the honey-sweet elixir. Gangrel captured his tongue and sucked on it, eliciting a whimper. He raised his head, his breath a little raspy. He took another mouthful of the drink and repeated the same procedure, the kiss becoming longer and more heated then the one before.
Edge was deeply entrenched in his hunger...hunger for blood and hunger for Gangrel. He opened his eyes to stare into the face of the man who'd made him what he was...and saw a burning desire there. He used his free hand to deftly remove Edge's shirt, then used his fingers to paint his chest with the red fluid. He licked it off, laving his tongue over the hardening peaks of his nipples, growling at the way Edge arched upward. He rose up, lifting Edge's head and putting the rim of the cup to his lips.
"Drink deep, my love," he whispered, pleased at Edge's eager gulping. When he'd drained the chalice, he set it aside and leaned down again, cleaning the few drops that had lingered at the corners of his mouth. Edge parted his lips and they kissed fiercely, Gangrel biting Edge's tongue, lips and chin, loving the taste and texture of him. He worked his way down his throat, hovering over the pulsepoint before moving on, returning to his nipples.
Edge's body was on fire, both with the feeding and Gangrel's sensual assault. He gasped as he cupped the bulge between his legs, now growing hard and throbbing. "Damn you," he groaned, tilting his hips into Gangrel's palm. Gangrel chuckled wickedly, scooting his body down until he sat astride his thighs. He hooked his fingers into Edge's tights and drew them down until his fully erect shaft burst free. He clasped the pulsing organ in his hand drawing down the foreskin and just gazing at the glistening length.
"I've missed this, my dear boy," he smiled at Edge, who stared back at him in fury and lust. He lowered his head, never breaking eye contact as he gently circled his wet tongue around the tip of Edge's cock, gratified to hear his reluctant moans as he enclosed the head, applying gentle suction. He slowly eased him deeper, relaxing his throat to take all of him.
Edge wrenched his hands free and buried them in Gangrel's hair, forcing him down even further, jerking his hips upward, his balls slapping lightly against his face. Gangrel gave a grunt of delight and sucked harder, rising and falling in an increasing tempo. He brought him to the very brink, then, just as he was on the verge of toppling over, he eased a finger into his anus, driving deep. Edge screamed as he erupted in a series of explosive spasms, shooting his seed down Gangrel's throat.
Gangrel swallowed greedily, moaning at the sweet essence of him. He milked every last drop from him before releasing him, moving up his body and softly kissing his lips.
"mmm...still as sweet as honied nectar, my love," he purred, stroking his throat tenderly, ignoring his own unsatisfied body. For now, he was content to have Edge back under his power. He slid down so that he lay beside him, propped on one elbow and watching Edge drift into a fitful sleep. "Ahh, sweet boy," he mused aloud. "if only you'd open yourself up to all the delights of the night. What a pair we would make." He again kissed him softly on the lips before quietly rising and leaving the room.
******
Christian Cage watched in rage as Gangrel slipped out of Edge's dressing room, a satisfied smile on his face.
'Damn him!' Christian fumed inwardly. 'The bastard just won't leave him alone!' He stealthily opened Edge's door to find him lying on the couch in a deep sleep, dim light glistening on his naked body. Christian's jaw tightened in hatred, his first instinct to rip and tear the man apart. Instead, he turned and left without a sound. He'd find some way to rid himself of that slut Edge. Gangrel was his and no one would take him away...no one.
*****
Edge stirred restlessly, groaning a little as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a few moments, everything came flooding back and he bolted upright and looked wildly about the room. He relaxed slightly when he saw that Gangrel was gone. He got up and went into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. His expression was full of self-disgust.
"You're a slutty bastard," he told his image. "You never could resist his advances, could you?" He punched the mirror, shaking his hand in pain, when the glass held firm. He turned away and took a shower, wanting to scrub himself raw, but when he got out, he could still smell Gangrel on himself. He dressed quickly, noticing just as he picked up his bag that he'd left his chalice behind. Edge picked it up, examining it with fascination and loathing. He shoved it into his bag and left the room.
*****
Three weeks later, Edge was in a match against Undertaker. It was very grueling, Undertaker being a machine in the ring, never letting up on his assault, impervious to pain. Edge hit him with everything he had, using his high-flying, suicide moves to wear him down. It seemed to be working, for 20 minutes into the match, 'Taker faltered on a few of his patented moves, to which Edge took quick advantage, executing the Downward Spiral.
But before he could cover him for the win, a figure darted out from the crowd and blindsided him with a chair to the head, knocking him out cold. He dropped into a vortex of darkness, spinning out of control...
Adam Copeland turned into the alley, glancing behind him for his pursuer. He quickly slipped into a doorway, pressing himself as tightly against the wood as possible, holding his breath.
Running footsteps paused in the alleyway. Adam could hear harsh breathing, then soft laughter.
"You might as well, come out, dear boy. I can smell you, so know you're there."
Adam shuddered at the deep voice, squeezing even closer to the door, trying not to make a sound, his heart racing like a panicked rabbit.
Adam had been chasing the rails-or in other words, train-hopping from one side of New York City to the other, searching for some friends and scrounging for food and shelter. He'd just jumped off yet another car in a dark, undeveloped area of the city, and was jogging toward the lights of an intersection, when he heard someone following him. He stopped and turned back, but saw no one. Thinking he was just imagining things, he continued. But a moment later, he had that feeling again and he whirled around...to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him. Adam's heart seized up, feeling a primitive terror take hold. Without even realizing it, he'd turned and fled down the street, hair flying back over his shoulders.
Now he stood, trapped like a rat, waiting to see what would happen next. With an inward whimper of despair, he heard the footsteps draw closer, taking their time as they moved to his hiding place. Finally, they halted just in front of him. Adam saw the glowing eyes, like blue fire, piercing right through him to his soul.
"Aahh, sweet lad," he said sibilantly. "There's no need to be afraid of me. I've been watching you for a long time and know we will do very well together."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Adam demanded sharply, his muscles straining to quell the trembling. He suddenly felt a hand lightly caress his cheek, drifting down to his lips.
"I'm the one who's going to open your eyes to a brand new life, my lovely boy," he murmured before abruptly grasping his neck and wrenching him forward into his arms.
Adam tried to struggle, bringing his hands up to push the stranger away, but he was too strong, pinning his arms to his sides with one of his own, using his free hand to smash into the side of Adam's head.
When he awoke, he was lying on a bed, completely naked and bound to the headboard with silken ropes He wrenched and yanked at his bonds, but they were too strong, and his attempts only served to tighten them painfully. He sensed someone watching him and lifted his head to look.
"I'm glad to see you're awake. Sometimes I forget how fragile human skulls are." Seated on a red velvet chair next to the bed was a man dressed in black leather pants and a full-sleeved white shirt. His legs were crossed and his expression was one of sensual speculation as he contemplated Adam's nude form.
"Who the fuck are you and why have you brought me here and done...this?" Adam demanded, shaking his bound hands for emphasis.
The man smiled, revealing wicked-looking fangs, which scared the shit out of Adam. "You can call me Gangrel, my dear boy. As for why you're here...well, you'll soon discover that for yourself."
Adam looked around the room frantically, searching for some way to escape, but finding none. "What do you want from me?"
Gangrel stood up, towering over Adam's prone figure, then sat down next to him. "What do I want...?" he mused, his bright blue eyes slowly wandering over Adam's body, his tongue gliding over his fangs suggestively. "That is a very good question." He laid a hand on Adam's thigh, feeling the muscles jump and tense beneath his palm. "There's much I want from you, love," he whispered, locking his gaze with Adam's, his pupils dilating until they were black.
Adam felt himself growing dizzy and disoriented as he gazed into this strange man's eyes. He felt his heartbeat slow, while his breathing quickened. Gangrel's hand began to knead the muscle of his thigh, stroking it up and down the length in a sensual caress. Adam was surprised at his immediate sexual response to the man's touch. Gangrel grinned, pleased at his reaction. He leaned forward, his lips hovering just above Adam's.
"So very much I want from you." he then took Adam's mouth in a hard, demanding kiss, forcing it open and spearing his tongue into the moist interior.
Adam was shocked to the core. He'd never been kissed by another man before and tried desperately to break the contact, but Gangrel slipped a hand behind his head and held him still, sweeping his tongue into every crevice and hollow. Adam could feel that his tongue was pierced and the stud scraped against the sensitive surfaces, sending shivers of awareness through him. He moaned as a slow heat began building in his blood. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. But he recognized that what he was feeling was desire and he was stunned.
Gangrel sensed his confusion and growing desire and reveled in it. He kissed down his body, licking, nibbling, tasting, eliciting little gasps. He took Adam's shaft in his hand and began to stroke it, feeling it grow hard and thick, throbbing with life. "Mmm...This will do very well for a start," he growled, bending down and enclosing the head in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the silky tip while giving it a little suction.
Adam cried out, arching his body sharply at the exquisite pleasure, feeling the tonguering rub over the tip of his cock in an almost unbearable caress. He tossed his head back and forth on the pillows, trying to deny the sensations jolting through his body. This couldn't be happening! He was having some kind of nightmare and would soon wake up. But he knew deep down that this really was happening and couldn't suppress the racking shudders of lust coursing through him. Gangrel drew more of him into his mouth, down his throat until he was fully sheathed. He sucked him deep, drawing his tongue up and down the shaft, making Adam whimper and groan in delight. He brought him right up to the brink...then stopped, raising his head. He swiftly divested himself of his clothes and climbed onto the bed, spreading Adam's legs wide and lifting them. He licked his own fingers, then slipped them over Adam's anus, easing first one, then two fingers inside.
Adam jerked at the violation,, then groaned loudly as Gangrel dipped his fingers in and out, the sensation of wet gliding almost too much for him.
Gangrel smiled, watching him writhe and squirm, arching his hips in helpless need. He removed his fingers and pressed the tip of his own throbbing staff against the puckered hole, pushing insistently until the head was enclosed in tightness. He sighed, grasping Adam's buttocks and thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt. He held Adam immobile as he screamed in pain. Gangrel stilled, waiting for him to adjust to the fullness. He leaned forward and softly kissed Adam's cheeks and lips, murmuring soothing nonsense words to calm him down. He massaged his flanks and belly, stroking his hand up and down Adam's shaft to keep it hard and ready. When he judged that he was adjusted to his size, he began to move, moaning at the tight friction, withdrawing halfway before driving deep again.
Adam threw his head back and panted harshly, pain subsiding to be replaced by intense pleasure. He met Gangrel's plunges eagerly, making guttural sounds in his throat, unaware he was doing so. He tightened his legs around Gangrel's hips, urging him into a faster tempo.
Gangrel quickened his thrusts, a soft rumble growing in his chest. "Oh, love, you're so hot and tight," he rasped, raising Adam's legs higher, pressing even deeper, his balls slapping against his taut ass. "Oooh, sweet boy, it's time for you to give me what I really want. Come for me now." He bent forward, using one hand to pull Adam's head back, exposing his vulnerable throat. "Do it, love, come for me."
Adam's gasps turned to cries, then screams as he was hurled over the cliff, exploding in a paroxysm of ecstasy. At the very pinnacle, he felt a sharp sting in his throat, then the sensation of draining. He moaned and convulsed, his seed spurting all over himself and Gangrel. Gangrel continued to thrust, snarling and growling as his own orgasm approached and, feeding greedily on Adam's throat. He gave a muffled shout as his back arched and he sank deep one last time, coming in a hard rush, groaning in satisfaction as he sucked and drank.
Adam felt himself dropping into darkness, his body growing limp and cold. He knew he was on the verge of dying, but couldn't muster the strength to fight it. In the end, he succumbed with a sigh.
*****
Edge came to with a start, sitting up and holding his head. He saw that he was on a cot in the backstage temporary infirmary, medics milling around attending other injured wrestlers. One noticed him and hurried over.
"Edge, are you okay?"
He looked up at the medic and nodded slowly. "I think so. What the hell happened?"
The medic smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid you got sideswiped by some mystery man with a chair."
Edge stared at him in surprise. "Someone attacked me from behind?"
The medic nodded. "Is your head all right? How many fingers am I holding up?"
Edge told him and the man nodded in satisfaction. "You have quite a bump back there, but I think you'll be fine. Would you like some aspirin?"
Edge got to his feet, shaking his head, wincing at the movement. "No, thanks. I've got to get out of here."
The attendant shrugged, grinning. "Okay. If you think you're up to it. I'd suggest you go back to the hotel and rest. You're going to have a whopper of a headache in a bit."
Edge gave him a curt nod and strode to the door, turning back at the last moment. "Hey, did you happen to see the guy who attacked me? What he looked like?"
The medic shrugged. "I only caught a glimpse, but I'd have to say he looked a little like you: blond, tall, lean. That's all I could tell."
Edge frowned in puzzlement. He didn't recognize the description. He imitated the medic and shrugged. "Oh, well, thanks. See you later." He whirled on his heel and left the room.
*****
Christian Cage paced his hotel room angrily, raking his fingers through his hair. "What the hell does Gangrel see in him?" he gritted to the empty room. "I give him everything he needs. Why does he moon after that whore?"
He went to the window and looked out on the dark landscape of the city. A wave of longing came over him. He loved Gangrel and it hurt him deeply that he'd betray him like this...and with a man he despised. He just couldn't understand Gangrel's attraction to Edge. He supposed that Edge was good-looking in his way, but that couldn't be the whole of it. Christian was unaware that his own looks resembled Edge's, with his long blond hair and blue eyes. Even their physiques were similar. He sighed and paced the floor again. He had to discover this hold that Edge held over Gangrel and break it. He'd just begun to think that Gangrel was falling for him...and then Edge had to come back into his life.
A sudden resolution took hold of Christian. He would follow Edge, find out exactly what was so fascinating about this man. Maybe he could discover something that would be useful in destroying him and bringing Gangrel firmly back into his camp for good.
Christian followed Edge everywhere for the next 2 months, watching his interaction with people, his wrestling matches...even managing to spy on him wen he brought women to his hotel room, listening to them have sex. As the weeks wore on, he found himself thinking and dreaming about Edge, longing for the time when he could follow him to his next destination. He told himself it was just determination to find the seeds of Edge's ruination, but in the darkest part of the night, in his fitful sleep, he dreamed of Edge's hands and mouth on him, his own mouth tasting Edge's body. He'd wake up in a cold sweat, crying out in anger at his own mind's betrayal.
It was the night of the big Pay Per View and Edge was scheduled to meet Val Venise in a return match. Christian wandered through the crowd, keeping a low profile and waiting for Edge to make his appearance. He planned on sabotaging Edge's match, just as he'd done a few months ago in the Undertaker match. After what seemed like hours, Edge's music blared through the arena and the man himself pushed his way through the crowd across from Christian and climbed into the ring. Christian's whole body tensed in readiness, searching for the right moment to strike. It was when Edge performed a high-impact maneuver on Val, leaving him flat on his back and dazed, that Christian decided to make his move. But before he could throw a leg over the guard rail, he saw Gangrel saunter down to the ring, lightly hopping up onto the apron and smiling at Edge, who'd just spied him, scowling furiously. Christian was incensed at Gangrel's appearance. What the hell was he doing here? He clenched his jaw, a muscle tensing angrily. Then he relaxed slightly. Maybe this was even better. He would knock Edge out right before his eyes and show who was the better man. He climbed over the rail, picking up a chair and working his way around the ring until he was at edge's back. He snuck into the ring, raising the chair. He was about to swing it down on Edge's head, when it was suddenly snatched from his hand. Christian snapped his head to the left and saw Gangrel standing there, the chair dangling from his fingers, a faint frown on his face.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" he growled mildly.
Christian flushed with fury at being thwarted, then was caught by Edge whirling around to face them. Their eyes locked and Christian felt a liquefying heat in his lower belly. In all the time he'd known Edge, he'd never had this response to him. He'd only felt anger, hatred and even murderous tendencies...but never this weakness and desire to reach out and touch him. The only other man who'd stirred these feelings was Gangrel, and he trembled at the realization.
Edge gaped at Christian in astonishment. "You! What the...?"
A slow grin spread across Gangrel's face, and, placing a hand on his hip, he watched the two men intently, pleased at the turn of events. Edge's eyes narrowed, looking from Christian to Gangrel suspiciously.
"I should have known you'd be mixed up with him," he sneered, jerking his head toward Gangrel.
Christian glanced at Gangrel, biting his lip, in a quandary as to what to do, how to feel. He hated Edge, but now knew that he wanted him, too. He still loved and wanted Gangrel also. He brought his eyes back to edge.
"Edge," he said warily.
"Well, it looks as if I have my boys together," Gangrel murmured, gratified, tapping the chair lightly against his leg, waiting for a reaction. He got one.
Edge spun on Gangrel, rage twisting his face. "You bastard! I'm not your 'boy'. And you told me you'd gotten rid of him."
Christian's eyes widened in surprise and he, too, stared at Gangrel. "You told him...? You told me that you'd finished with him a long time ago. That he was just a little fling. Nothing important.
Edge's face darkened even further with a wrath so deep it was almost painful to see. "You-you...oh! What you did to me does not constitute a 'fling'. It was rape, pure and simple."
Gangrel's brow rose in sardonic amusement, not bothered in the least by either man's upset. "Rape? Oh, come now, sweet," he protested softly. "As I recall, you were quite...shall we say, enjoying yourself."
Edge lunged for Gangrel, who'd already stepped aside, anticipating his attack. Almost casually, he reached out a hand and chopped him on the back of the neck. Edge stumbled, then fell in a heap, out cold.
They made their way to the hotel, slipping in through the back way and going up to Gangrel's suite, where he lay Edge on the bed.
Christian stood In the doorway, watching as Gangrel stripped, then tied edge spread-eagled to the bedposts. His mouth went dry at the sight of his lean, naked form, feeling himself respond, albeit reluctantly. Gangrel looked at him and smiled knowingly.
"Come here, Chris," he purred. "I have a treat for you."
Christian hesitantly moved into the room, stopping a foot from the bed. Gangrel reached out and pulled him into his arms, giving him a fierce kiss that bent his head back almost painfully. Christian wrapped his arms around Gangrel, melting into the kiss eagerly, pressing himself tightly against him. Gangrel lifted his head, his grin almost gleeful in his anticipation.
"I know you want him, Chris," he whispered, stroking Christian's throat tenderly. "I saw the way you looked at him in the ring. Well, he's right here for you. Do what you yearn to do. What you've fantasized of doing to him."
His breath quickened as he glanced over at Edge's still body, his eyes roaming hungrily over him, then he looked back at Gangrel. "I...shouldn't."
Gangrel shrugged, releasing him and moving to the bed. "As you wish, my boy," he said negligently. "But you won't mind if I help myself, hmmm?"
A surge of jealousy jolted through him and he swiftly insinuated himself between the two men. "Yes, I do mind," he hissed. "What do you want with him anyway? He can't make you feel like I can. He can't please you, satisfy you as I can."
Gangrel gave him a faintly mocking smile. "There's no denying that you please me greatly, Chris," he agreed. "but Edge...? Ah, well, there's something special about him."
Christian's heart sank at those words, knowing that Gangrel didn't love him, but only used him as a substitute for the one he really desired...Edge. And the truly tragic thing was that he didn't blame him. He'd fallen for the man himself.
Gangrel nodded toward the prone man on the bed. "How about we both pleasure him...and ourselves, of course."
Christian stared at him, then Edge, licking his lips, a growing excitement in his blood. Gangrel reached out and began unbuttoning Chris's shirt, tugging it out of his pants and dropping it to the floor, then going to work on his jeans. Chris kicked off his shoes and started undressing Gangrel until they were both naked. Gangrel caressed his ribs, sliding his hand down to squeeze his tight buttock. Chris closed his eyes as Gangrel stroked his fingertips up the length of his shaft, rubbing his thumb over the tip.
"Very nice, love," he purred, gently patting the hard rod affectionately. "I'm sure Edge will appreciate this very much."
Christian turned and climbed on the bed, straddling Edge's thighs, his own legs parted wide. He ran his hands over Edge's hips and stomach, reveling in the satiny smoothness of his skin. He leaned forward and began kissing his chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling, moving to the other to do the same. He worked his way down, licking and nibbling until he reached his limp staff. Chris took it in hand almost reverently, tracing the length, combing his fingers through the blond pubic hair.
Edge moaned, turning his head and feeling a twinge of pain in his neck...then he felt a hot wetness on his cock. His eyes flew open and he lifted his head and was shocked at what he saw. Christian crouched over him, his mouth firmly wrapped around the head of his shaft, rolling his tongue around it, massaging the root with his fingers. Involuntarily, his hips tilted up as a sharp stab of pleasure shot through him. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and he snapped his head to the side to see Gangrel just settling himself on the bed beside him, a sardonic smile flirting about his lips.
"Welcome back to us, sweet," he said, trailing a hand down his bound arm, coming to rest on his cheek.
"Damn you, Gangrel," Edge hissed, then gasped, arching up as Christian began sucking him down his throat. He tried to yank his hands from the bonds, but they held firm. "You'll pay for this," he panted, groaning as Chris squeezed and kneaded his balls, He couldn't prevent the rush of heat that centered in his loins as Chris rose and fell on him, scraping a nail up his scrotum, then back down to finger his anus.
"That's right, dear one," Gangrel encouraged. "Give in to the pleasure. He bent his head and took Edge's lips in a deep, searing kiss, opening his mouth wide for his seeking tongue, sweeping it's studded surface over the roof and cheeks of his mouth, twining with his and guiding it into his own mouth. Edge moaned as Chris's rhythm increased, his hands gripping his buttocks, drawing him up hard into the downstroke. Gangrel raised himself, crawling on top of Edge and crouching over his face, using his fingers to press the tip of his own cock against Edge's lips.
"Open up, baby," he urged softly, brushing it back and forth across his closed mouth. "I want to feel your hot mouth on me." Edge looked at Gangrel, his body shuddering with the tingling pleasure singing through his body, then opened his mouth to let Gangrel ease the head of his shaft inside. He swirled his tongue around the tip, rubbing the flat of it against the sensitive ridge before creating a vacuum, sucking deep.
"Oh, yes, baby!" Gangrel growled, grasping his head and lifting it, sliding more of himself down Edge's throat. "Take it all. Mmmm... yes, suck it hard."
Meanwhile, Christian left off his sucking to lave Edge's balls, moving down to thoroughly wet his anus, dipping his tongue inside. He rose up and positioned himself, pushing into Edge with persistent pressure. Chris groaned at how tight he was, withdrawing and driving deep, burying himself to the hilt. Edge gave a muffled cry, his body jerking at the invasion. Chris held his hips still, then stroked Edge's cock, matching the rhythm to his own rocking hips.
"Oh, Christ, Edge," Christian gasped. "You feel so good."
"Mmm...oh, yes he does, love," Gangrel agreed readily, forcing Edge to quicken his pace, humping his hips into his face, his balls slapping against his cheeks.
Edge was on the verge of ecstasy as Christian began to slam into him while still giving him a handjob. He sucked Gangrel's shaft eagerly, feeling the hot pulsing that cued his impending orgasm. He saw Gangrel throw his head back, low rumblings deep in his chest, his eyes rolled back, teeth bared in intense concentration.
There was a sudden splintering sound and Edge found his hands and feet free...and also found himself hovering about 6 inches off the bed! He held onto Gangrel as Christian grunted loudly with each deep hard lunge.
"Uh...uh...uh...oh, holy shit, I'm coming!" Christian cried out, bowing his back as he drove one last time into him, drawing his fist up the length of Edge's cock hard and fast.
Edge bucked and groaned loudly as he felt himself shoot his seed over himself and Chris, his release causing him to clench his throat on Gangrel.
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss!" Gangrel shrieked, convulsing as he poured his come down Edge's throat. He looked down at him, watching Edge swallow several times to catch every drop. They settled back onto the bed with a gentle bounce.
"Mmm...very, very good, my love," he whispered, withdrawing and leaning down to kiss his lips, tasting himself on Edge's tongue.
Christian watched this without any resentment, surprisingly. He himself withdrew, bending his head to lick clean Edge's stomach and thighs, rubbing the creamy fluid into his own skin. Both Gangrel and Christian, lay on either side of Edge, a leg thrown over him. They drifted off into a sated slumber, entwined together.