ashes to ashes

dominic. youngest. nsfw.

[aeternumpromos]

youngestwright:

Dominic rolled his eyes, unimpressed by Adrian’s temper. “He’s still alive. I just took a little sip here and there. He’ll wake up, I’ll compel him to forget and everybody goes home happy. Lighten up a little.” His expression soured as he began rifling through his drawers for clothes, pulling on a pair of jeans and fixing his shirt. “Look, you were the one that wanted me to blend in. ‘Go to high school, Dominic. Stop hanging around the house where I can see you, Dominic!’” He mocked in a higher-pitched voice, shutting the drawer and turning to glare at his brother. “I’m blending. We had a project to do together, so I invited him back home like a normal teenager would. Since, you know, I can’t exactly go to his house.”

Frustration bubbled from his chest, stinging his eyes as he let out a loud sigh. “What do you want from me, Adrian? I’m trying here. I’m not bothering you, I’m going to school like you told me to. Which sucks by the way, in case you were wondering. What else do I have to do to make you happy?”

“well, it doesn’t look like school is helping with your stupidity,” adrian argued right back, shoving past dominic to check the human male’s pulse and the gruesome bite on his neck. “yeah? you don’t think anyone’s going to question why he looks like he got bitten by a rabid animal? feed him some blood so he’ll heal,” adrian said, still not believing himself that he was the one fixing the problems for once. just the other day, he had grabbed a bite with spencer and hauled her dead in the trunk of his new car. he was the last person to be lecturing his younger brother about being discreet, but even he wouldn’t have lugged his meal home.

“what do i want from you?” he bitterly repeated. “i want you to stop getting in my way, because all our other brothers seem to do is coddle you like a child.” everyone in the family but adrian seemed to have a soft spot for dominic that was also their crippling weakness when it came to reason. “you’re going to be the one to get us all staked and dead one day.” he wanted to be even more bitter and tell dominic the only way he’d be happy is for dominic to be gone. 

[youngestwright]

"Oh trust me, they'll know he got mauled but they won't think it's from a wild animal." Dominic couldn't resist the smirk that overtook his expression, quickly morphing into a look of disdain as he rolled his eyes before moving to sit next to the human, biting into his wrist and dripping some of his blood into the male's mouth. "There. Bleeding heart, much? Didn't realize you cared about humans all of a sudden." He grumbled, licking at the cut to start healing faster.

Dominic gave Adrian a dumbfounded look, completely taken by surprise at the direction the conversation had taken. He'd been expecting something along the lines of 'start being more discreet', not... whatever this was. "Jesus, Adrian, jealous much? I don't ask them to do that, I just-" He snapped, trailing off because he realized he sort of did ask them to do it with his teasing and acting when he was around them. He just liked the attention, was that so bad? He didn't think it was, at least not enough to warrant this kind of reaction. "Fuck you, Adrian." Dominic spit finally at the older brother, eyes filling with hurt and anger as he scrambled up from the bed, heading for the door in a blur of speed. "Take the human back yourself then. I'm out of here." He didn't look back to see Adrian's expression, sure it was some mixture of displeased and annoyed. Practically running out of the house, he went straight for his motorcycle, taking his frustration out on the clutch as the engine revved to life, before he was shooting out of the garage with a loud squeal of tires.

[spencerwrightt-deactivated20170]

youngestwright:

“Please. I’d rather not give Adrian a reason to actually stake me. Again.” He muttered, pretending to consider it before shaking his head. Although it sounded tempting, Dominic knew the kind of attention he’d receive for getting caught would definitely not be the kind he wanted. Dominic smirked as he seated himself on the bike as well, leaning back to press himself all along Spencer’s front. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to getting behind you, if you were offering.” He said slyly, wagging an eyebrow at him suggestively. “And lured? You make it sound so dirty.”

Bringing the bike to roaring life, Dominic let it rumble for a few seconds before gunning the engine, whooping gleefully when they shot out of the garage like a bullet from a gun. Dominic’s enhanced reflexes helped keep them from crashing as he hit the throttle to go even faster, tires screeching as he took the turns probably sharper than necessary. But he was feeling playful, and he wanted to impress Spencer as well, so he showed off a bit more than he would’ve normally. They slowed when they reached the edges of the town, more humans around that would’ve noticed their speeding, Dominic deflating but reluctantly obeying the traffic laws. Pulling up to a warehouse on what was obviously the seedier side of town, with its dimly lit streets and the graffitied, abandonded buildings on either side of them, Dominic slid off the bike, motioning for Spencer to follow. “It’s inside. Humans come here for these huge parties where they just drink or take drugs and pass out. Nobody ever notices when a few go missing.” He says excitedly, the vibrations of the music coming from inside seemingly infecting him. “As long as you don’t kill them, we should be alright.”

The rivalry between Dom and Adrian wasn’t hidden as well as the two might’ve like, but Spencer wasn’t one to meddle in affairs that didn’t directly affect him. Self-interest as its finest kept him at the sidelines of their sibling squabble. For now, all he did was hum in agreement, letting his hands fall to the younger’s waist as they rode in near-silence. 

“We’ll see.” Spencer murmured, walking into the building, hearing the noise spill onto the streets before he closed the door behind them. Strobe lights flooded the interior, a smoke machine fogging up the floors from the knees down making it seem like they were walking on clouds. Bodied crashed into each other as they drunkenly dance — or rather moshed — and the intermingling smell of sweat, cigarettes, and spilled boozed flooded his senses. Finding the bar, and compelling people to move out of his way, Spencer got himself a couple drinks in record timing. Passing one to Dominic, he took a long sip, and craned his neck until it popped in either direction. 

“Drink up.” He ordered, feeling the throb of the bass echo in his slim figure. “I want to dance.” Spencer wasn’t usually so short with the other’s, but there was a kind of pleasure he felt when he had Dom wrapped around his finger. Being the boss gave him an odd rush of power that may have gone to his head long ago. At the end of the day he was merely teasing, but whether that came across crystal clear or not wasn’t much of a concern.

[youngestwright]

Dominic was surprised when he was suddenly handed a drink but he complied nonetheless, quickly throwing it back without hesitating and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Alright, let's go then." He said eagerly, wrapping his fingers around Spencer's wrist to tug him along towards the throng of people dancing in the middle. Pulling Spencer in deeper into the crowd, he turned until the older's arm was wrapped around his waist, his back plastered all along Spencer's front, before grinding his ass back against his brother's crotch, grinning shamelessly over his shoulder. He leaned back as much as he could to press his lips against Spencer's jawline, his hands reaching down to cover his brother's and bring it down further until he was cupping the bulge that was rapidly growing in Dominic's jeans.

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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Dominic moaned wantonly in his throat, tears springing to his eyes as he felt Tristan’s cock practically lodge itself into the back of his throat, swallowing frantically around him even as he desperately sucked as much air as he could through his nose. His eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw to be able to take him in easier, blissfully submitting to the rough treatment he’d been craving. He wanted Tristan to make him feel it, wanted that sense of domination over him that made him feel owned and loved. His own cock slapped against his belly, leaving behind a sticky puddle of precum as he throbbed from Tristan’s words. If he could’ve talked, he would’ve been babbling for more, harder, God yes, Tristan, MORE-, Dominic instead showing his appreciation with his mouth, his throat contracting around the head of his brother’s cock whenever he swallowed.

The boy had a pair of perfect lips that felt just right when he lodged his cock inside Dominic’s mouth. Tristan’s thrusts started then to become harder, faster, and less exact than before. He held Dominic by the hairs, pulling and tugging with force as he continued to deliver his member. In and out of the mouth. Tristan’s blue eyes turned down to look at his brother devour his cock, which is why the vampire pulled the hairs of Dominic and gave a complete command. “Look up,” he ordered. “I want to see you when I cum inside your mouth,” he was no longer fucking the mouth, but rather, pulling Dominic against his cock while thrusting in at the same time, pleasure taking over him slowly.

[youngestwright]

Obeying immediately, Dominic glanced up to meet Tristan's eyes despite the tears blurring his vision, doing his best to not gag and keep his throat open and relaxed for his brother. He moaned around the cock thrusting into his mouth, verging on a whine as his hand crept down to his cock and began pumping himself furiously, turned on from Tristan's forceful fucking of his throat. He couldn't move with the tight grip on his hair, Dominic instead continuing to let out sounds of encouragement to spur his brother on more. He gave Tristan a pleading glance as best he could with his cock in his mouth, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he approached his orgasm. He just needed to see Tristan lose it over his mouth, to taste his release when he finally came inside his mouth.

[aeternumpromos]

youngestwright:

@adricnwright

“Well, we were studying.” Dominic said with a chuckle when he opened the door, barely dressed with only his underwear hanging askew on his hips and his shirt inside out, glancing back to reveal the human male on his bed who was unconscious. “…but then we got distracted and I had a little snack.” He admitted sheepishly, wiping a trail of blood from his bottom lip.

adrian hated to be a stick in the mud. he hated following tristan’s ideals of blending in and disguising themselves as the humans but after staying in the town, outnumbered by the human population, adrian saw why a little concern for their identities was necessary. dominic, on the other hand, was far too wrapped up in his games to realize he was endangering the entire family. “what the hell, dom?” he scowled, gesturing to the unconscious male on the bed. “you don’t bring people back here, the hell were you thinking?”

[youngestwright]

Dominic rolled his eyes, unimpressed by Adrian's temper. "He's still alive. I just took a little sip here and there. He'll wake up, I'll compel him to forget and everybody goes home happy. Lighten up a little." His expression soured as he began rifling through his drawers for clothes, pulling on a pair of jeans and fixing his shirt. "Look, you were the one that wanted me to blend in. 'Go to high school, Dominic. Stop hanging around the house where I can see you, Dominic!'" He mocked in a higher-pitched voice, shutting the drawer and turning to glare at his brother. "I'm blending. We had a project to do together, so I invited him back home like a normal teenager would. Since, you know, I can't exactly go to his house."

Frustration bubbled from his chest, stinging his eyes as he let out a loud sigh. "What do you want from me, Adrian? I'm trying here. I'm not bothering you, I'm going to school like you told me to. Which sucks by the way, in case you were wondering. What else do I have to do to make you happy?"

[youngestwright]

@adricnwright

“Well, we were studying.” Dominic said with a chuckle when he opened the door, barely dressed with only his underwear hanging askew on his hips and his shirt inside out, glancing back to reveal the human male on his bed who was unconscious. “…but then we got distracted and I had a little snack.” He admitted sheepishly, wiping a trail of blood from his bottom lip.

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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Dominic shook his head as he continued to kiss the head of Tristan’s cock, flicking out his tongue over the tip playfully. “I need it. Want it all the way.” He moaned, slapping his brother’s cock against his lips teasingly, with a mischievous look in his eyes. Reaching up with the hand that wasn’t curled around the base of Tristan’s cock, he grabbed his brother’s hand and placed it back onto his head, giving a needy whine to let Tristan know what he wanted. “C'mon, Tristan. I know you can be rougher than this. Hurry up and give it to me already, I want you to fuck my throat.” He said, his voice slipping into a whine at the end.

Tristan stared down at his brother and felt his hand lead him to the same place that it was when they engaged in this. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, he simply felt like, perhaps, his brother wasn’t ready. It hasn’t been too much since they were awoken. His palm held the boy in place and smiled. “Very well, then,” it sounded more like a growl than anything, and thus the man pushed his cock into the mouth of Dominic, pushing through until he had Dominic’s nose buried on his pubes. The young boy was locked in place now and Tristan decided to take matters further, both hands set on the side of Tristan’s face while he started fucking him mercilessly. “I’m gonna give you one load for each year we’ve been apart,” said the vampire in a loud groan.

[youngestwright]

Dominic moaned wantonly in his throat, tears springing to his eyes as he felt Tristan's cock practically lodge itself into the back of his throat, swallowing frantically around him even as he desperately sucked as much air as he could through his nose. His eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw to be able to take him in easier, blissfully submitting to the rough treatment he'd been craving. He wanted Tristan to make him feel it, wanted that sense of domination over him that made him feel owned and loved. His own cock slapped against his belly, leaving behind a sticky puddle of precum as he throbbed from Tristan's words. If he could've talked, he would've been babbling for more, harder, God yes, Tristan, MORE-, Dominic instead showing his appreciation with his mouth, his throat contracting around the head of his brother's cock whenever he swallowed.

[spencerwrightt-deactivated20170]

youngestwright:

Dominic couldn’t help the shameless grin that spread over his face at the accusation. “Yeah, that does sound like me.” He said, giving Spencer a careless shrug. “What can I say? Sex feels good, sue me.” He followed Spencer to the door, hesitating for a second as he crossed the threshold to glance back at the rest of the house. “Yeah, but… You’re not worried about them getting mad?” He said, his expression almost resembling that of a dog with its ears folded back. As much as Dominic loved to flirt with the rules (and his brothers), he’d never done anything to outright make his brothers upset with him, with the exception of Adrian for reasons he kept to himself. He reasoned to himself however, that as long as they didn’t do anything outrageous and at least tried to blend in with the humans, they wouldn’t have anything to be upset about.

“Oh yeah, I know this great place the humans hang out at that’s, like, perfect for hunting. C'mon, we can take my motorcycle. You’ll have to hold onto me though, I hope that’s not a problem.” He said, giving Spencer a teasing look as he headed towards the garage where his bike was parked.

“If they get mad maybe they’ll toss you between us as all punishment.” Hummed the sibling, fighting the urge to give the other a good smack. Spencer wasn’t sure what being the youngest entailed, the kind of feelings it would elicit and how one’s behavior could be molded. If anything, dark haired man could only stifle the urge to belittle him for it — he was like a dog without an owner. 

Degrading in its own way, one leg swung so he was seated, leaving space for Dominic to get on himself. “I’m sure you’re used to people behind you anyway.” He teased, pressing the garage door’s button on his own key fob he carried with him. “Maybe if you don’t kill us on this ride I won’t tell the other’s you lured me out for a quick bite.” 

[youngestwright]

"Please. I'd rather not give Adrian a reason to actually stake me. Again." He muttered, pretending to consider it before shaking his head. Although it sounded tempting, Dominic knew the kind of attention he'd receive for getting caught would definitely not be the kind he wanted. Dominic smirked as he seated himself on the bike as well, leaning back to press himself all along Spencer's front. "Well, I wouldn't say no to getting behind you, if you were offering." He said slyly, wagging an eyebrow at him suggestively. "And lured? You make it sound so dirty."

Bringing the bike to roaring life, Dominic let it rumble for a few seconds before gunning the engine, whooping gleefully when they shot out of the garage like a bullet from a gun. Dominic's enhanced reflexes helped keep them from crashing as he hit the throttle to go even faster, tires screeching as he took the turns probably sharper than necessary. But he was feeling playful, and he wanted to impress Spencer as well, so he showed off a bit more than he would've normally. They slowed when they reached the edges of the town, more humans around that would've noticed their speeding, Dominic deflating but reluctantly obeying the traffic laws. Pulling up to a warehouse on what was obviously the seedier side of town, with its dimly lit streets and the graffitied, abandonded buildings on either side of them, Dominic slid off the bike, motioning for Spencer to follow. "It's inside. Humans come here for these huge parties where they just drink or take drugs and pass out. Nobody ever notices when a few go missing." He says excitedly, the vibrations of the music coming from inside seemingly infecting him. "As long as you don't kill them, we should be alright."

[100xgravity]

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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Dominic moaned when he finally got his mouth on Tristan’s cock, one hand coming up to wrap around the base and loosely jacking it just to feel the foreskin slide back and forth over Tristan’s length. Dominic’s own neglected cock gave a painful throb as it hardened to its full length, still trapped in his restricting jeans. Swirling his tongue around the head, Dominic hollowed his cheeks to take Tristan deeper into his throat until he could feel the head of his brother’s cock hit the back of his throat insistently. His eyes welled up with tears as he gagged, pulling off to cough, but he was determined to take him all the way. Leaning in, he lapped at Tristan’s balls, inhaling his musk with a sigh of contentment, allowing himself a moment to psych himself up before taking Tristan back into his mouth.

Tristan stared at Dominic take his cock out and get it in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting the boy to go full down on his throat and when he did, the older vampire let out a loud groan of pleasure. His firm hands found their way around the back of Dominic’s head, pushing his cock further and further in. With each roll of Tristan’s hips, the member pushed through, until his pubes had touched the nose of Dominic. The older brother moaned and when he felt the other gag, he released Dominic’s head. “It’s okay,” he gave a soft pat on the younger. “Go easy on it,” he said, moaning as he felt his member enveloped by the tongue of the skilled younger vampire.

[youngestwright]

Dominic shook his head as he continued to kiss the head of Tristan's cock, flicking out his tongue over the tip playfully. "I need it. Want it all the way." He moaned, slapping his brother's cock against his lips teasingly, with a mischievous look in his eyes. Reaching up with the hand that wasn't curled around the base of Tristan's cock, he grabbed his brother's hand and placed it back onto his head, giving a needy whine to let Tristan know what he wanted. "C'mon, Tristan. I know you can be rougher than this. Hurry up and give it to me already, I want you to fuck my throat." He said, his voice slipping into a whine at the end.

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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Dominic whined at the loss of contact from Tristan’s body, eyes flying open from when they’d fluttered shut at some point, leaning up to try and follow Tristan’s lips with his. “Wha-? Tristan.” He said in a needy tone, doing his best not to pout but failing spectacularly. He glanced down to where his brother’s fingers were in confusion before his eyes widened, the pupil dilating as he realized his brother’s meaning. “Oh. Fuck yes, Tristan, get the fuck over here.” He rasped, his voice going low with lust. Reaching out to hook his fingers through Tristan’s belt loops, Dominic yanked on the fabric impatiently, moving to kneel on the floor obediently. “Fuck, Tristan. C'mon, give it to me. You know I want it.” He keened, practically begging as his voice grew embarrassingly needy.

The way his brother pulled him made Tristan very very hungry for what the other had in store. It’s been centuries between them but it just feels exactly like the first time they did it. His jeans are torn open and the man pushed his dick in the open, a throbbing hard eight incher that is majestically crowned by a thick bush of dark blond hairs on the base and a pair of heavy balls, filled with seed. “Take it, then,” Tristan said as he delivered his cock to Dominic’s mouth, pulling the foreskin for his glistening head to be savoured by the youngest Wright.

[youngestwright]

Dominic moaned when he finally got his mouth on Tristan's cock, one hand coming up to wrap around the base and loosely jacking it just to feel the foreskin slide back and forth over Tristan's length. Dominic's own neglected cock gave a painful throb as it hardened to its full length, still trapped in his restricting jeans. Swirling his tongue around the head, Dominic hollowed his cheeks to take Tristan deeper into his throat until he could feel the head of his brother's cock hit the back of his throat insistently. His eyes welled up with tears as he gagged, pulling off to cough, but he was determined to take him all the way. Leaning in, he lapped at Tristan's balls, inhaling his musk with a sigh of contentment, allowing himself a moment to psych himself up before taking Tristan back into his mouth.

[eldestwright]

dominic:

When he woke, Dominic almost thought he was dreaming. Of course, there is no dreaming in hell or wherever it was their kind was destined to end up after death. He’d heard of heaven from the humans he often hunted, their last words usually prayers to their God in hopes of reaching his kingdom upon their death, but Dominic didn’t believe in heaven. He didn’t believe in an afterlife at all, which is why it was surprising that he was even conscious at the moment, when the last thing he could recall before dying was the sudden and excruciating pain of a stake being driven through his chest.

He inhaled suddenly, eyes fluttering open with the sensation that they’d been closed for a very long time, before looking around, his eyes whirling around wildly to take everything in and settling on his eldest brother standing before him in the flesh. Opening his mouth to speak, he found he was unable to find his voice and was left gasping, lips opening and closing to form words he couldn’t vocalize.

“B-brother?” He managed to gasp out after a moment, barely able to reach out his hand towards him, fervently hoping this wasn’t some product of his imagination.

     A smile tugs at the corners of lips causing a frown to rupture into a smile/grin, the locating and fighting for siblings freedom was a success, no failure belonged in this family. “It’s true.” A pale hand rested against the younger sibling’s cheek thumbing away at skin thought to never be touched and caressed again, the older happy to say they were wrong for once. It’d been an excruciating pain spanning centuries where death was all that was thought about, loss was going to drown the lone vamp until all was found. “I’m here.” Arms quickly yanked the weak little vamp from casket to chest, holding tightly so that no harm could reach the young body again, Max was still disgusted in himself for letting this happen to all of his brothers. 

[youngestwright]

Dominic was sure he was dreaming. Either that or he had actually made it to heaven after all, despite what he'd done and what he believed. His arms came up to wrap around the other's neck, not fully believing it was actually his brother, tears welling up in his eyes as he buried his face into the man's chest. "Max?" He managed to get out weakly, voice thin and hoarse from disuse. "I'm dead, aren't I? This isn't real, is it? You're not Max." He asked, his arms tightening around Max's shoulders, not wanting the illusion to fade just yet. "Is this heaven?"

[aeternumpromos]

youngestwright:

Dominic gritted his teeth, forcing down the hurt that seemed to continually bleed out of him like an open wound he can’t stop poking at, as he busied himself with arranging the body in his arms to make it easier to carry. When he finally turned around, his customary smirk was firmly in place, his throat nearly swelled shut from choking down the words he wanted to say but knew he wouldn’t. “Careful there, big brother. Someone might think you actually care.” He said teasingly, a bitter taste in his mouth that he swallowed painfully. “I’d say I wouldn’t want to be a bother, but we both know that isn’t true.” He said, giving Adrian a smug expression as he brushed past him, the body dangling limply over Dominic’s shoulder.

“well, wouldn’t want anyone to make that assumption,” adrian scoffed as he followed dominic outside, just to see for himself that the body wasn’t going to be dumped on the front porch or in plain view anywhere. if it were up to him, the corpse would have been ripped to shreds so identification was nearly impossible, but they obviously needed to be more careful leaving trace evidence when it came to their lesser experienced, messier younger brother. “why don’t you go do something productive instead of sitting at home all day?” he suggested out of the blue, aware of the fact it was usually a pain to babysit a thousand year old vampire. “you know–” he briefly glanced over dominic’s body and face that hadn’t aged a year since then. “go to high school or something. mingle. might do your hormones some good.” then again, sending dominic to a public school filled with horny, young humans was probably one of his worst ideas yet.

[youngestwright]

Dominic shot Adrian a strange look, his face screwing up into a disgrunted expression. "Why do I need to 'mingle'?" Dominic asked, throwing down the body into a ditch when they were a good distance away from their home to hopefully avoid detection, using finger quotes to emphasize his confusion. "I have everything I need here. I have you, the others... What else do I need?" The slight animosity had faded from his expression entirely, genuine confusion clouding his face and leaving him unguarded. "I wouldn't have a problem finding someone to fuck, if I wanted to fuck other people." Dominic told him bluntly, huffing out a laugh as he tossed some dirt and leaves over the body. "But I don't. Unless..." He slowed in his movements to look over at Adrian, his eyebrows drawing together with apprehension in his eyes. "Unless you... want me to find someone else. Is that it? Do you want me to leave, Adrian?" He asked, something like hurt bleeding into his voice that Dominic refused to address.

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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“Oh? And here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Dominic teased with a grin, slightly out of breath as he swiveled his hips so he could grind down on the growing bulge he felt in Tristan’s pants, his quiet moans growing louder from the delicious friction to his cock that his rutting provided. He gasped at the sudden change in position, Tristan’s tongue taking the opportunity to invade his mouth, Dominic more than happily granting him entrance and matching him in ferocity, their tongues curling around each other and dueling for dominance. “Tristan.” Was the only thing he could moan out when he was granted a brief reprieve to breathe, his shirt vanishing without Dominic even noticing. “Need you, need you. Fuck-” He whined, his hips thrusting up mindlessly as his cock tented the front of his pants obscenely, desperately in need of relief.

“I need you,” Tristan replied, his body is on fire as he continues kissing his brother. “I need you so fucking much,” he said. The blonde vampire peeled off from his younger brother and his shirt came off in a matter of seconds, only to meet fiercely with the lips of the other. While their lips darted and asphyxiated one another, the skilled hands of the older vampire found the pants of Dominic, unbuttoning in one swift motion. That’s as far as Tristan was going to go for now, as he peeled from the other, menacing fingers on the edge of his jeans. He stared at his brother from this distance, his fingers tracing the brim of his zipper. “Show me how much you want this,” Tristan commanded, fingers locking around the thick member that was imprisoned under his jeans.

[youngestwright]

Dominic whined at the loss of contact from Tristan's body, eyes flying open from when they'd fluttered shut at some point, leaning up to try and follow Tristan's lips with his. "Wha-? Tristan." He said in a needy tone, doing his best not to pout but failing spectacularly. He glanced down to where his brother's fingers were in confusion before his eyes widened, the pupil dilating as he realized his brother's meaning. "Oh. Fuck yes, Tristan, get the fuck over here." He rasped, his voice going low with lust. Reaching out to hook his fingers through Tristan's belt loops, Dominic yanked on the fabric impatiently, moving to kneel on the floor obediently. "Fuck, Tristan. C'mon, give it to me. You know I want it." He keened, practically begging as his voice grew embarrassingly needy.

[spencerwrightt-deactivated20170]

youngestwright:

“Yeah, good luck. These humans are a lot louder than I remember them being before.” Dominic said as he walked into the room, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He was also irritated at how populous the nearby areas had become but where his brothers saw reasons to hide, Dominic only saw more opportunities to hunt. “And a lot more around than I remember. They fuck like bunnies and repopulate just as fast.” He commented with a snort, walking over to sit at the foot of Spencer’s bed. “This room is depressing. Want to get out for a little while? I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.” He asked, glancing at his adopted sibling with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a raised eyebrow; he still wasn’t sure where he stood with his newest brother, but he was definitely intrigued by him.

“Shame we can’t sterilize the lot.” Spencer contributed, rubbing away the strain in his eyes. “Though, from what I remember, you’re not that better yourself.” The suggestion was tossed in the air — Spencer wasn’t sure if he even wanted to leave the comfort of his space, but perhaps a proper meal might take away some of the edge. Grabbing his coat, Spencer moved past Dominic, sliding his arms through the holes, giving it a good shake so it fit his shoulders. “And who cares if they mind? You’re a grown ass adult, Dom.” He reminded, trotting down the stairs until he was met with the front door. “Were we aimlessly exploring, or did you have a plan of sorts?” 

[youngestwright]

Dominic couldn't help the shameless grin that spread over his face at the accusation. "Yeah, that does sound like me." He said, giving Spencer a careless shrug. "What can I say? Sex feels good, sue me." He followed Spencer to the door, hesitating for a second as he crossed the threshold to glance back at the rest of the house. "Yeah, but... You're not worried about them getting mad?" He said, his expression almost resembling that of a dog with its ears folded back. As much as Dominic loved to flirt with the rules (and his brothers), he'd never done anything to outright make his brothers upset with him, with the exception of Adrian for reasons he kept to himself. He reasoned to himself however, that as long as they didn't do anything outrageous and at least tried to blend in with the humans, they wouldn't have anything to be upset about.

"Oh yeah, I know this great place the humans hang out at that's, like, perfect for hunting. C'mon, we can take my motorcycle. You'll have to hold onto me though, I hope that's not a problem." He said, giving Spencer a teasing look as he headed towards the garage where his bike was parked.

[wisestwright-blog]

youngestwright:

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Dominic pulled back to look at his brother in confusion, even as his eyes lit up with mischief. “What was that, brother? I never took you for the chaste type. Did all those years apart make you soft?” He said cheekily, his gaze flicking down to Tristan’s lips with clear longing. He allowed himself to be pulled into his older brother’s embrace even further, tossing a leg over Tristan’s legs until he was seated comfortably in his lap, giving him access to Tristan’s body so his hands could wander over his broad chest freely as he leaned in to capture his brother’s lips fully. Immediately he deepened the kiss, having gone far too long without his brother’s touch, his hips mindlessly thrusting against Tristan’s in search of friction. “Show me you missed me. I need you, right now.” He muttered out in a needy voice, fruitlessly trying to press himself closer to Tristan despite their bodies being already pressed up against each other as close as they could be.

“Trust me,” Tristan replied with a light chuckle, “I’m never soft when you are around,” Dominic had that boldness and power that had most young males, a boldness that made Tristan lust so much for his younger sibling. When the other was on top of him, his hands came naturally around his brother’s waist, pulling him closer. Dominic pulled no punches, Tristan was already hard just by having the sweet boy on top of him. “I’m going to show you just how much I missed you,” Tristan added, pulling the other for a fierce kiss and turning around, so that the boy would be on the couch and him on top, rolling his hips as the hands of Tristan pulled over the shirt of the young boy.

[youngestwright]

"Oh? And here I thought you were just happy to see me." Dominic teased with a grin, slightly out of breath as he swiveled his hips so he could grind down on the growing bulge he felt in Tristan's pants, his quiet moans growing louder from the delicious friction to his cock that his rutting provided. He gasped at the sudden change in position, Tristan's tongue taking the opportunity to invade his mouth, Dominic more than happily granting him entrance and matching him in ferocity, their tongues curling around each other and dueling for dominance. "Tristan." Was the only thing he could moan out when he was granted a brief reprieve to breathe, his shirt vanishing without Dominic even noticing. "Need you, need you. Fuck-" He whined, his hips thrusting up mindlessly as his cock tented the front of his pants obscenely, desperately in need of relief.

[aeternumpromos]

youngestwright

Dominic sucked in a breath at the pain that lanced through his scalp from his brother’s rough treatment, already feeling himself growing aroused from a mixture of pain and the sensation of Adrian’s lips over his throat. “Was worth a shot.” He managed with a weak grin, eyes fluttering as he squirmed in Adrian’s hold, a thrill running through him at his brother’s dark tone. “You wouldn’t.” He called the elder’s bluff, expression playful and sure, putting his face right into Adrian’s without blinking. “You want to, but you wouldn’t. I’d be more worried if you didn’t care so much about what the others would say.” He shrugged before brushing past him, the playfulness suddenly draining from his expression, and moving to haul the dead body over his shoulder.

“make no mistake, baby brother, i would in a heartbeat if it didn’t mean getting my own spiked by our protective older brothers,” he chuckled softly. he liked to believe their older siblings had some sort of power over him, though adrian had never been one to follow family discipline. honestly, it just seemed like a waste of his content mood to pick a fight with his bratty brother when he could be doing something more productive, be with someone who didn’t get on his nerves twenty-four seven. he was a little surprised, though, to see dominic drop his playful act and move to do as he was told, almost like he had been compelled to. “i’m going with you,” he said to accompany dominic outside. “tristan doesn’t want you just tossing that thing anywhere.”

[youngestwright]

Dominic gritted his teeth, forcing down the hurt that seemed to continually bleed out of him like an open wound he can't stop poking at, as he busied himself with arranging the body in his arms to make it easier to carry. When he finally turned around, his customary smirk was firmly in place, his throat nearly swelled shut from choking down the words he wanted to say but knew he wouldn't. "Careful there, big brother. Someone might think you actually care." He said teasingly, a bitter taste in his mouth that he swallowed painfully. "I'd say I wouldn't want to be a bother, but we both know that isn't true." He said, giving Adrian a smug expression as he brushed past him, the body dangling limply over Dominic's shoulder.

[eldestwright]

       The wound once deep within an internal organ has healed now that lovers and brothers alike were found, an abandoned house acting like a cage never to be entered or exited. Though the eldest of the circle had discovered the hidden place, many centuries later after the sorrow and retribution had rooted deep between his stomach and lungs. Bloodied knuckles and breathless the vampire had to rupture the walls they slept in, four lovers brothers resting in a hell that wasn’t thought they would escape from. “Brothers, wake from the command of the white oak, wake from the life of my palms.” The eldest’s pale digits wrapped around each dagger, Tristan, Adrian, Dominic and Spencer was the order they were resurrected. “Brothers?” Questions the empty space, no longer the only living dead. 

[youngestwright]

When he woke, Dominic almost thought he was dreaming. Of course, there is no dreaming in hell or wherever it was their kind was destined to end up after death. He'd heard of heaven from the humans he often hunted, their last words usually prayers to their God in hopes of reaching his kingdom upon their death, but Dominic didn't believe in heaven. He didn't believe in an afterlife at all, which is why it was surprising that he was even conscious at the moment, when the last thing he could recall before dying was the sudden and excruciating pain of a stake being driven through his chest.

He inhaled suddenly, eyes fluttering open with the sensation that they'd been closed for a very long time, before looking around, his eyes whirling around wildly to take everything in and settling on his eldest brother standing before him in the flesh. Opening his mouth to speak, he found he was unable to find his voice and was left gasping, lips opening and closing to form words he couldn't vocalize.

"B-brother?" He managed to gasp out after a moment, barely able to reach out his hand towards him, fervently hoping this wasn't some product of his imagination.