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A Real Keeper

Summary: Smoke and Stack go to the disco and find something nice to take home. (I’m terrible at summaries)

Pairing: Vampire!Smoke x Black Reader x Vampire!Stack

Warnings: smut (18+, minors DNI), violence, death, mention of drug use

Author’s Note: I love the twins and I need more fics of both of them as vampires! Also, I feel like Stack would’ve loved Studio 54. I have one shots for him and the scene of Stack turning Smoke if anyone would be interested 🫣

This is set in New York City 1978. I love Donna Summer and had this song on repeat. I highly suggest listening to it as you read to immerse yourself in the vibe 🙂‍↔️ Happy reading! 😘

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New York City smells like the exhaust from the many vehicles chugging along down the streets and the sweet, piney scent of the evergreen trees. Add in the different perfumes and colognes people have drowned themselves in and it’s a horrid mixture. It makes Smoke want to vomit.

He isn’t really the city type. He prefers the slower pace of the country—the dirt roads as opposed to the concrete, the community of small towns over urban cities filled with noise. But he made a deal with his brother: five years in the country for him, five years in the city for Stack. Sadly, it’s only their first month here.

Stack’s been running his mouth about disco music and wanting to experience it amongst the who’s who so naturally, Smoke has to go along with it. It’s not that he didn’t want to experience New York and the nightlife but life has felt empty to him for decades now. Each era feels less like home than the last and some days, he wonders how much longer he can stand it.

He misses his wife. It’s been almost fifty years since that night at the juke where everything went to hell. Remmick ripped his way through their world and although Stack and Mary had been ‘reborn,’ Annie refused to be that way. Smoke is a man that stands on his word so when Annie was slipping between planes, he pressed that stake into her heart and released her.

Smoke died that day in more ways than one. Losing his brother and his wife meant that there was nothing left in this world for him. After murdering those klan bastards, he teetered on the brink of death, so close to being with Annie and their daughter but he was snatched from their arms.

Fucking Elias.

Smoke clenches his teeth together as he glances over at his brother laying out different clothing options on the bed. Just the thought of what he did that day makes him want to kick Stack’s ass but they’ve been over this countless times. Stack apologized for dragging him back into the juke and sinking his teeth into him to turn him into a vampire. “Ain’t no me without you!” he repeated as the two of them tore through what was left of the juke, fists flying and anger fueling them. Smoke only stopped when the walls and roof began to collapse, leaving them vulnerable to the sun.

He’s tried to kill Stack multiple times over the years but he knows deep down, if he’s going to be around for eternity, it has to be with his twin by his side.

“We got to look good tonight, baby. I hear Studio 54 is the place to be so I can’t have you embarrassin’ me.” Stack says as he seemingly decides on a powder blue snake print viscose shirt and navy bell bottoms for his brother.

“Nigga, shut up. You lucky I’m even goin’ to this shit.”

“Stop bein’ a stick in the mud, nigga. Look around—we got the money, the nice apartment, and we can have anybody we want. This is the life, Smoke. Enjoy it.”

Smoke mumbles to himself but doesn’t say anything further in hopes that Stack will shut the fuck up. He reaches over and grabs the slim stainless steel case of cigarettes to light one. Pre-rolled cigarettes are one of the good things about the modern era. Not that he needed Stack to roll them anymore—once he became a vampire, the tremors were gone.

He listens to Stack ramble on about the club they’re going to tonight like a child talking about their favorite thing. He’s excited and Smoke finds himself amused by it.

After a bit, he decides to get up and get ready. His little brother may be annoying but the man has taste. Smoke still isn’t used to the fashions of today but he has to admit that Stack keeps them in the finest clothing money can buy. Not that money is needed when you can make people do whatever you please, by force or manipulation.

Studio 54 is as lively as Stack said it was. The dazzling lights twinkle almost as bright as the large disco ball hanging high from the ceiling, every day folk rub elbows with the celebrities that show out on the dance floor. It’s wild, uninhibited—the perfect atmosphere for those looking to hunt.

Smoke slips through the crowd and his twin is quick to grab two glasses of whiskey at the bar. Another perk of the modern era. Smoke loves a good tobacco product and a nice glass of brown liquor and right now, both are at their peak.

“I’m gon’ mingle and see where the night takes me. You good by yourself?” Stack asks as if Smoke isn’t the older and more responsible one.

“I’m good. Get out my face.” Stack snickers as he pats him on the shoulder then dances his way into the crowd.

Although he can, Smoke isn’t much of a dancer so he finds his way to the second floor balcony where he can keep an eye on his twin’s position and be away from the hustle and bustle of the dance floor. Bodies are still moving up here but a lot are engaging in drug use or sexual acts. He’s always been intrigued by the way people can completely lose their inhibitions and do whatever feels right in the moment. That’s something he’s always struggled with.

He’s spent most of his life looking after Stack and working to gain the upper hand in the world but things are different now. Now, those like him and Stack are at the top of the food chain and no police, no klan, or no gangster can stop them. He doesn’t have to constantly look over his shoulder anymore. Letting go for once sounds nice.

He’s had his fun over the years. Hunting people in the streets and tearing into their flesh for sustenance, participating in orgies with humans and vampires alike. But he’s never let his guard down other than physically with other people. This dead heart of his hasn’t felt anything real for anyone in decades.

“Hi,” Smoke’s pulled from his thoughts by a blonde woman with a feathered haircut and breasts that are spilling out of her pink top. “You here alone, handsome?”

Smoke can admit he’s found a few white women attractive over the decades but he’s a black man from Mississippi—they will never be on his radar.

He leans over toward her smiling face. “Not interested.”

The blonde scoffs and rolls her eyes as she walks away. Her overly large breasts out the way, his eyes land on the gorgeous woman behind her. Your curvy body looks fantastic in your sparkly indigo dress, the double slits showing off your luscious thighs. He has to wipe at his bottom lip to ensure he isn’t drooling. He’s still not used to that.

But Smoke’s never been good at making the first move. Stack has always been the smooth talker, the charmer and the only reason Annie gave him a chance is because she knew him growing up and he was less guarded back then. Being soft has never been his forte though.

“Stop staring at me like a fuckin’ creep!”

Smoke is startled from his thoughts by your harsh tone. When he realizes you’re speaking to him, he frowns. “Well, I was gettin’ ready to give you a compliment but fuck it now.”

You roll your eyes and turn your body away from him. That’s not how he wanted to start this. Fuck. He has to channel his inner Stack.

“Yeah, you do, nigga! Where you at? What she look like?”

Smoke will never get used to Stack hearing his inner thoughts. “Shut up. I just got off to a bad start with her.”

“Get the bitch a drink or somethin’. Or coke. I just bought these two bitches some coke so we can do some lines.”

“What kind of drink?”

“Is she fine? Fine bitches get champagne, regular bitches get tequila sunrises.”

“I’m not goin’ downstairs just to come back up for that. Bring that shit to me.”

“Nigga, did you not just hear me say I’m gon’ do some lines with these two bitches in the bathroom?”

“Fuck you, Stack.”

The music tunes out Stack’s ignorant laughter in his head as he ventures to the first floor to grab you a glass of champagne. He didn’t see a drink in your hand nor does he know if you drink but he hopes the gesture is enough to salvage the connection. It’s been a while since he entertained a woman.

You’re speaking to another woman when he comes back upstairs. She’s toying with a strand of your hair, your bodies close together, and he never even considered you might not like men. It would explain your attitude earlier.

Fuck. Smoke’s seen a lot of women over this long stretch of years and it’s not often one truly catches his eye. The shape of your pretty eyes, the way you scrunch your cute nose, and Jesus, those juicy lips of yours deserve to be kissed. It would be his luck that the woman he’s interested in also wants a woman.

“Alright, nigga, point her out. I’m tired of listenin’ to this sad shit.” Stack throws his arm around his neck and for a moment, Smoke feels like the little brother.

“Nigga, I don’t need you.” Smoke declares but Stack is too busy searching the crowd for whoever he thinks you might be.

“That her? In the purple dress?”

“I think that’s her girlfriend. Forget it.”

Smoke isn’t surprised in the least when Stack doesn’t drop it. He takes the glass of champagne and maneuvers through the large crowd until he’s standing in front of you and the woman you’re with. He can’t hear what’s being said but after a few moments of eye rolls, your scowl is gone and you’re playfully swatting at his chest. Damn that smooth motherfucker.

The rhythmic tapping of cymbals plays over the speakers and the crowd really comes alive when Donna Summer’s sweet voice begins singing. Smoke glances back at his twin but he’s greeted by you moving through the crowd toward him. He turns so his back is to the second floor railing and braces himself for a possible tongue lashing.

“Do you dance, tough guy?” You ask, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Not a big dancer.”

You throw an arm around his neck and pull him close. “You’re gonna be one tonight.”

Smoke can’t say no to you. Not when you look up at him with such innocent eyes through feathery lashes while swaying your hips to the seductive song. ‘Move them hips like you makin’ love.’ He can still hear Annie’s playful voice in his ear and because he’s a good soldier, he follows the command.

Smoke wraps an arm around your waist and moves his body in tandem with yours. It’s a sultry dance, one that would be steamy to any other song but it's downright sinful as Donna’s moans blast through the speakers. Even with the music as loud as it is, he can still hear your heart thumping in your chest when you close the tiny gap of space between you. He’s not sure if it’s your moves or the rush of blood through your veins that makes his mouth water.

‘I love to love you, baby…I love to love you, baby…’

“Mmm maybe you’re not so bad after all,” you giggle into his ear. “You’ve got the moves, daddy.”

You grind against him slowly and he can hear the soft moan you release when you feel how hard he’s become. You press against him harder like you’re trying to pleasure yourself so he pulls you tighter against him by your plump bottom to feel all of him. The two of you are practically dry humping on the dancefloor but he doesn’t care. The way he’s feeling with your soft body against him and Donna’s breathy moans echoing in the place, if you asked him to properly fuck you right there, he wouldn’t hesitate.

If his heart could race, it would at this moment. He can feel how hot you are, your juices creating a wet spot on his pants but he doesn’t care. He loves the way you feel against him, his large hand full of your ass as you grind on his dick. Dancing freely, not worrying about who or what was coming for him is the freedom he desperately sought.

The song begins to fade away as another plays and you just gaze up at him with those soft eyes. He wishes he could read your mind in that moment because he can see the internal battle you’re fighting.

“Buy me another drink?” You ask.

Drink. He has to control his urges. He quickly learned to master self-control when he became a vampire because he never wanted to be a slave to his desires but they are being tested right now. A small bead of sweat slides down your neck and he wants to taste the salt on your flesh before sinking his teeth into it.

“Not here.”

Stack isn’t usually the voice of reason but he is in this moment. Smoke licks at his fangs and nods in agreement.

Over the course of your next few drinks, you begin to open up to him. You tell him your name and apologize for your behavior that apparently stemmed from being harassed by two white men earlier that night. He’ll unpack why the confession makes him want to find the men responsible for your sour mood later.

He likes listening to you speak. Your voice is melodic and it sounds incredible when you pull him in and ask him to kiss you. Smoke may need a little help getting started but he’s never needed help finishing. He cups your face and kisses you slow and deep, his tongue exploring your mouth like he’s never going to see you again. Your lips feel and taste as sweet as he imagined.

He isn’t sure how long the two of you have made out but by the time your friend comes to ask if you’re ready to leave, you’ve decided you’re going home with him. Smoke makes sure your friend gets a taxi home before the two of you, Stack and the woman he’s bringing back home pile into the car to head back to their apartment. He’s still actively deciding if he’s going to drain you when you make it upstairs.

The apartment he and Stack share is spacious, something he needed because he likes his privacy and time away from his twin. Stack and his laughing companion stumble toward the left of the apartment, their bodies disappearing down the dark hallway. Smoke offers you a glass of water, which you accept, before he leads you to his wing.

The nervousness is coming off you in waves. He expected you to be ripping off his clothes by the way you danced on him and the way you asked him to take you home with him. Instead, you’re a bit fidgety as you stand around unsure of what to do in his bedroom. Smoke doesn’t exactly help you figure it out. He likes watching you squirm.

“I don’t usually do this,” you speak and you sound completely sober now. “Take strange men home, I mean.”

“Technically, I brought you home.” He replies as he takes a seat on the edge of the king bed.

“You know what I mean,” even in the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp, he can see you blush. “I’m not a whore. I…I don’t know what it is about you that made me wanna come here.”

Smoke reaches in his pocket to retrieve and light a cigarette. “What did my brother say to you? You wanted to bite my head off ‘fore he went over to yall.”

“He said yall just came home from the war in ‘Nam and you’re still gettin’ used to bein’ back. Don’t know how to socialize. I think it’s bullshit.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrug. “Just a hunch. But I was a bit rude to you.”

“Yeah, you need to learn some manners, lil’ girl.”

“Who’s gonna teach ‘em to me?”

Smoke takes a long pull from his cigarette and drops his jaw just enough so the smoke dances out almost as seductive as you in the discotheque. He leans over and puts the cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed before he stares up at you.

“Stand here.” He points at the spot on the floor right in front of his spread legs.

You quietly walk forward but stop short, just out of his reach. Cute. You smirk at him defiantly.

“I don’t like repeatin’ myself.”

“And I don’t like men tellin’ me what to do.”

He can hear your heart skip a beat as he drinks you in. You’ve got an attitude that kind of reminds him of Annie and that will always work in your favor. Your dress is sticking to your sweaty body and he wonders if you walked out the house with no panties on. Only one way to find out.

Smoke grabs your hand and pulls you over to him, easily putting you over his lap. You try to get off but you’re immediately gentled down when he smacks you on the ass.

“Ow! That hurt!” You whine.

“Don’t care. I’m gon’ teach you some manners if it’s the last thing I do. Now count ‘em out.”

You are mouthy, trying to pretend that the hits don’t hurt but it’s on the seventh slap that you gentle down. Smoke’s heavy hand alternates between cheeks, each hit harder than the last, until he's sure you’re on the verge of tears.

“Don’t hear you runnin’ yo mouth no more. You gon’ listen now?”

You whimper and glance up at him. “No.”

Your defiance is amusing. Smoke flips your dress up and the corner of his mouth turns upward. No panties. He massages your red cheeks then without warning, his middle finger glides between your swollen lips and you quiver underneath him.

“You say you ain’t a whore but yo’ pussy wet like one,” he dips his finger inside and your warm wetness clenches around it. “Look at how bad you want it and I barely touched you.”

“Shut up and just…just fuck me.”

“That’s not how you ask.”

He removes his finger and brings it to your puckering hole, which makes you gasp and look up at him. Your mouth tries to work to speak but with his free hand, he slips two fingers into your pussy and the wet one into your ass.

“Smoke!”

“Ask me properly.”

You squirm on his lap but he’s working your body over so well that you can’t gather enough strength to get away from him. Not that you want to. He knows you want it, you want him. Your squelching pussy and loud moans make that very clear to him.

“Smoke, please…”

“You beggin’ now?” There’s pure amusement in his tone. “Whatchu beggin’ for? Tell me.”

You only manage to get out the first syllable before your orgasm snatches your breath away. You inhale a quivering gasp and struggle on his lap as your juices cover his fingers and pants. You look and sound so fucking sexy that it’s hard for him to keep his fangs at bay. He’s just as aroused as you are and if he doesn’t fuck you soon, he’s gonna lose it.

“Smoke…Smoke, please.” You cry out. “Please fuck me.”

He helps you straddle him, your lips smashing against his in a desperate kiss. After getting his belt off and pants down just enough for him to get his dick out, he lifts and makes you sink down on him.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal, burying your face in his neck. “Oh my God, you’re so big. I can’t—”

He cuts you off. “You will. You gon’ take it til I decide I’m done with ya.”

If there’s any defiance left in you, he fucks it out. He makes you bounce on his length, taking him deeper each time until you’re shaking and clawing into his shoulders from your second orgasm. Tears fall from your eyes when he grabs your face to force you to look at him.

“I’m still a fuckin’ creep?”

You shake your head, your bottom lip quivering. “N-No.”

“No, what?”

“N-No, sir.”

What a good girl you’ve become.

Smoke gets his pants off then works on peeling you out of your dress. Your soft curls fall over your bare shoulders, your brown skin flawless as he takes in your naked body. Your beautiful breasts look too delicious not to get his mouth on and your nails lightly scratch at the nape of his neck as he suckles your nipples.

He’s always been a fan of voluptuous bodies. You try to hide your soft tummy when he makes you stand before him and he kisses and caresses it to let you know that he doesn’t give a damn about you not having a flat stomach. Not when you’re built like a brick house and have the wettest pussy he’s felt in years.

Smoke pops open his shirt and your hands roam over his broad chest. You look at him like he’s fine art, your fingers tracing each muscle and lines of scars he got fighting in a war that happened before you were even born. You don’t seem to notice the puncture wounds from Stack’s fangs and he’s glad. He still doesn’t know if he wants to give you a little bite, kill you, or spare you.

“You’re beautiful,” you mutter, your delicate hands running down his abdomen then wrapping around his dick. “Where did you come from?”

Smoke answers your question with a kiss. When you part your lips, he slides his tongue into your mouth to taste the remnants of the champagne you’ve been sipping all night. He gets you on your back on the bed, your legs spreading to accommodate his body between them, and your pussy welcomes him with no hesitation like he’s simply coming home.

Maybe that’s where the indecisiveness comes into play. You remind him so much of his Annie with your unyielding personality, full figure, and the way you breathe his name when he fucks you. Annie hadn’t wanted to become a vampire nor food for them. Maybe you felt the same.

“Hey,” your gentle hand on his cheek pulls him back to reality. “Everything alright?”

Smoke turns to kiss your palm and focuses on the task at hand: making you scream his name. He hooks his arms under your thighs and uses his weight to press you into the mattress as he plows into you. Your arms link around his neck and you hold on tight, a complete slave to the pleasure building in your body.

Smoke fucks like he’s in love with you. He grinds deep like he’s trying to carve a special place inside just for him and when you cream on him, he pulls out so he can taste the sweet nectar from the source. He loves the way your legs tremble when he laps softly at your clit then sucks on it like his favorite candy. He overwhelms you, won’t give you a second to breathe despite you begging him to. It’s your karma for misbehaving earlier.

He finally shows you mercy and slips back in, amused by your eyes rolling in the back of your head. A bead of sweat rolls down your neck and he’s quick to lick it up. He can feel the blood rushing through your veins as he mouths over your pulse point. It’s strong, like roaring ocean waves and he wants to get swept up in the current.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum.” You cry and dig your claws into his back.

“Give it to me.”

Your body breaks apart at his command and Smoke can’t hold it in any longer. You’re writhing beneath him, calling out his name like he’s the only one that can save you but all his control is gone now. Drool is dripping down his chin, his fangs have grown and all he can see is red as your pussy pulsates around him. You expose your neck and he breaks through your flesh with his fangs, the bite so fucking delicious that he can’t stop from emptying his balls inside you.

Resistance is futile. He cradles your body close, sucking your life force out while you slowly slip toward your demise. You're going limp, breath thinning out. Your blood is sweeter than he imagined and he revels in drinking your memories and darkest desires like they hold the secret to life. All of the joys, the hurt, the pain, the anger—you want this. The power, the freedom, and the companionship.

Smoke is going to give it to you.

Life surges through you.

Like a chord struck from an electric guitar on fire, it jolts you awake. You don’t know how long you’ve been out nor where you are. Nothing looks familiar as you peer around the room until your eyes finally land on the cloudy, glowing ones peering at you from a dark corner, a large cloud of smoke circling in front of the figure. Then it hits you.

The gorgeous man from the discotheque. The one you sassed because you thought he was preying on you like those two white men. The one whose twin had to convince you and your best friend that he wasn’t a bad guy, just a socially inept one. The one who danced with you so nasty that you had to take your soaked panties off because they were so uncomfortable. The one who made you cum harder than any man or woman ever has.

The one who bit you.

Pressing your fingers to your neck, you feel the raw wet wound on it. He bit you.

“Are you afraid?” He asks, his gravelly voice cutting through your thoughts.

Tonguing the protruding fangs in your mouth, you laugh to yourself. “No.”

“Are you upset?”

“I’m hungry.”

The chair creaks and you glance up at him as he walks over to the bed. You’ve never seen a man quite like Smoke before. Someone who exudes power and strength, someone you know can protect you no matter who or what comes after you. After years of abuse from other men, that means something. You feel safe.

“You got people waitin’ for you somewhere?” He asks as he smooths a piece of hair from your face.

You shake your head. “Parents are gone and I’m an only child. Only person I got is Missy, my friend from last night.”

He cups your face and you can’t help but to lean into the touch. His hand is cool and lacks the warmth you swore you felt last night.

“You can’t see her no mo’.”

That stings. You and Missy have been thick as thieves since elementary school. She’s seen you through some of your darkest times so it hurts to hear you have to abandon her now.

But it’s difficult to concentrate on the softness Smoke is offering you. Something, someone, smells incredible and you can’t stop yourself from salivating. Climbing out of the bed, you head for the door but Smoke catches you around your waist.

“Who is that? They smell good.” You laugh, trying your luck at getting to the door again but he’s got a firm hold on you.

“Probably Stack’s dinner for the night. I’ll get you yo’ own.”

“No,” you bite your lip. “I want them.”

You’re not even sure how you do it but you slip out of his grasp and make a dash for Stack’s wing, giggling all the way. You bust through Stack’s bedroom door, slightly startling him but not enough to stop him from fucking the woman he brought home from behind.

“The fuck?” Stack exclaims as he glares at you.

“Such a sweet scent. I can taste her in the air.” You sniff the air and Stack tilts his head, giving you a curious look.

Two arms wrap around your body from behind and you giggle as Smoke strategically covers your intimate parts with his limbs.

“What’s going on, Stack?” The pretty redhead asks. “I ain’t into no orgies.”

“Nigga, already? What was so special about this one? Besides them titties.” Stack winks and bites his bottom lip, ignoring the redhead but pulling her hips back to meet his thrusts.

Smoke is the twin you want but watching Stack’s plump ass as he plows into the redhead is putting thoughts into your head. Both men are damn near perfect, what if you could have them both?

Business first.

“Can I have a taste?” You ask Stack, your voice dripping with innocence.

He smirks, his gold capped teeth glistening even in the dimly lit room. “Depends. What exactly is you tryin’ to put in yo’ mouth, sweetheart?”

Smoke’s grip tightens around you. “Shut up. You know what she askin’.”

“Uh-uh, I don’t do girls.” The redhead pushes away from Stack and wraps the sheets around her. “I came here for you, Stack, not whatever this is.”

Stack stares at her a moment before shaking his head as he picks his pants off the floor to retrieve a cigarette. “No vision.”

As good as Smoke’s naked body feels behind you and as delectable as Stack’s big dick looks as he stands there, the redhead is looking better. You want to rip into her. She’s frantically trying to find her clothing now, cursing each one of you out, which Stack finds hilarious.

“Stack,” you cry out to him. “I’m so hungry. Please?”

“I love a woman with manners,” the way he eyes you makes you throb between your thighs. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette before nodding toward the woman. “Gone head, baby. Get your first taste.”

Smoke is reluctant to release you but when he does, you sprint toward the redhead and jump on her, knocking her back onto the bed. She screams, tries to fight you off, even calls for Stack to help her but your sharp fangs puncture her jugular, turning her screams into desperate gurgles.

The act of taking a life comes easily like you’ve been doing it forever. The rush of blood in your mouth as you suck, gulping down her existence. The noise of the world slowly fades away but you can still hear Smoke and Stack speaking.

“I thought you didn’t want a fledglin’?”

“I don’t…I didn’t.”

“So what happened?”

“Heat of the moment.”

“You was nuttin’, wasn’t you?” Stack laughs. “Well, it’s too late now. Damn, is she wet from killin’ that bitch?”

“Seems that way.”

“Mmm…maybe havin’ a fledglin’ won’t be so bad. You down to keep the party goin’?”

The woman’s life flashes before your eyes. You see her as a child, crying and hugging a blanket as her parents fight in the background. Then as a teenager as she and a few friends rob a convenience store, shoving the aging owner down to the ground so they can open the register. And then you see her as an adult, laughing amongst a few people as they lounge around an apartment, trading racist jokes back and forth. What little sympathy you feel for her goes out the window.

You finally pull away from her neck and lazily smile at the high you feel. Whatever tension was in your body has melted away and it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. The noise of the world has faded away so there’s nothing but beauty and joy. You've never felt anything like this. You’re blood-drunk, your tummy full like a fat mosquito. Actual food never tasted this good, this rich.

Your craving for blood is satiated but there’s still a yearning deep in your belly. A hand smooths over your backside and you glance back at the man behind you. You’ve been staring at and kissing Smoke’s face all night so you can tell this isn’t him.

“You interrupted me before I could finish and took my midnight snack from me, girl. I think you ought to make it up to me.”

You look to Smoke for permission but he just stares back at you. Then you feel Stack part your lips with the head of his cock before he’s pushing inside of you. It causes you to moan right in Smoke’s face but he looks completely unbothered.

“Fuck, I see why Smoke wanted to keep you.” Stack groans, shoving himself completely inside of you until you can feel him in your stomach.

Your nails claw into the sheets as you bounce back to meet Stack’s thrusts. Smoke isn’t very chatty during sex but his brother can’t stop praising how good you feel, rewarding your ability to take him with harsh smacks to your ass. You’ve never had sex in front of anyone but the fact that you’re engaging in this act with one brother as the other watches makes you feel incredibly sexy.

“Smoke.” You call for your lover and he doesn’t hesitate to come to you.

For a moment, you worried he’d be upset with you for allowing his brother to fuck you but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all. He leans down and licks the blood off your chin and lips before kissing you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. You whimper into his mouth, Stack’s strokes slowing down just a bit to a steady pace.

“Put that wood in yo’ mouth, baby. Let me see how you please a man.” Stacks instructs you and you’re all too happy to oblige.

Things were so hot and heavy with Smoke earlier that you never got a chance to taste him so you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him. Smoke takes a pull from his cigarette as he smacks his heavy cock on your tongue then feeds it to you. The bittersweet taste of your juices on him tastes almost as good as that bitch’s blood.

You’re completely stuffed from both ends. Every one of your nerves are alight so you feel every single inch of him as he drags in and out of your sugar walls and Smoke makes sure your throat is full as he pushes your head down on his length. You’ve never experienced such domination and with every slurp, every bounce of your ass against Stack, you find yourself becoming obsessed with it. To be owned by two powerful vampires makes you feel like the luckiest slut alive.

“Shit, I’m bout to cum,” Stack announces. “Can I nut in ya girl?”

You glance up at Smoke when he finally allows you to pull back from him and he looks you directly in the eyes as he responds to his brother. “Yeah. Mark her.”

They don’t even care to ask what you want and it makes you clench hard around Stack’s dick. He grabs a handful of your curls and pulls your head back as he rams inside of you, each stroke getting less coordinated than the last. He lets out a quivering moan then punctures the side of your neck, his dick twitching inside your walls as he releases in you. The ferocious bite makes your entire body shake, pussy gushing on him the way he deserves for fucking you good.

“Shit, you got some real good pussy.” Stack groans when he finally pulls out and his cum dribbles down the back of your thighs.

“Come finish me off, baby.” Smoke instructs and you wrap your lips around him again.

You’re filthy. Your ancestors are probably turning in their graves at the sight of you fucking two brothers, practically becoming their pet in the span of a few hours. Not to mention being a sort of demon. Someone relegated to walking in the shadows, never again knowing the warmth of the sun. For you, someone who has been spat on for simply existing by white women and sexually harassed and assaulted by men that were stronger than you, the sacrifice is worth it because now, you are the one people will fear.

The realization makes you feel like a God even as you’re on your knees and Smoke is watching you devour his dick. He’s the strong, silent type but the grunts and groans you pull out of him spur you on. Spit drips down your chin and onto your breasts, your throat open like it doesn’t know what a gag reflex is. You want it all.

Your hands glide up his solid abdomen to caress his body as you take him down your throat, keeping him there so he can enjoy the warm wetness of it. It constricts around his length and that’s all it takes for him to grab a handful of hair and dump his seed into your belly.

“Damn it, girl.” Is all Smoke can say as he forces your head away from his dick because honestly, you could suck him forever.

You giggle and climb his body to plant a kiss on his lips. “Mm this dick is a blessing. You can use my body whenever you want.”

“Aye, you got two niggas to take care of now. We a package deal, baby.” Stack laughs from his position on the bed. “Can’t give me that pussy then take it away.”

You stare into Smoke’s eyes for any apprehension but he doesn’t seem to have any reservations. A package deal with these two doesn’t sound bad at all. You crawl over to Stack, who is comfortably resting next to the redhead’s dead body, and you kiss up his chest to his lips.

“Of course. You can have me too.” You inform him and you’re given a firm smack on the ass.

“I knew you was gon’ be a good bitch when I saw you gyratin’ on that dance floor. My brother always did have good taste.”

You peck his lips again before sitting up on your knees to assess the damage you’ve done. “What do we do about this body?”

Stack ignores you, his attention more focused on lifting your breasts to his mouth so he can lick the droplets of blood off them.

“Stack’ll take care of it tonight but next time you kill someone, you gon’ be doin’ cleanup. If you make a mess, you clean it up.” Smoke tells you.

“You burn them? Dump them in the river?” You question.

Stack releases your nipples with a wet pop. “Dismember and burn. I’ll bury her if I feel like it.”

You tilt your head curiously as you stare into her eyes. The life is completely gone behind those green eyes and a grin slowly stretches across your face. You did what needed to be done.

“C’mon,” Smoke says to you, which makes pout just a little as you disconnect from Stack to follow, then he looks over at his brother. “They puttin’ up cameras in the front. Take the service entrance.”

“Got you.” Smoke walks out and you look at Stack, who winks at you. “What? Ready for round two?”

It’s a very tempting offer but you smile and shake your head. “Goodnight, Stack.”

You hear his chuckle as he sings goodnight before the door gently closes behind you. There will be plenty more nights of sex, of debauchery, and everything in between because now you’ve got two companions ready to show you what living really means. The people of New York better prepare because everything the city has taken from you, you plan to get it back in blood.

Watch out, world. Here you come…