Your Beloved Masters

New Room

"Are you kidding me? I wait nearly a century for this day and I have to share this perfect ass with my snot-nosed brother?" Klaus sneered. "There must be a mistake!"

I was still sandwiched between the two brothers, confused.

"There is no mistaking it, son. This is what was destined." Sir replies, his eyes smiling with a slight crinkle of his barely there wrinkles.

"And I'm not exactly pleased either, Father! I have been very kind and patient, and this is the thanks I get?" Vincent cried.

The guests stared on in shock. I felt like this was nothing but a dream, however, considering the way Klaus' hand kept tightening around my wrist, and the blood freely dripping from the cuts caused by his fingernails, I'd think not.

Sir cursed. "Get him out of here. He's bleeding." Klaus looked down at our entwined hands. "What did you do?" Vincent seethed.

They both held on a bit tighter and walked me to a room, avoiding the snarls of hungry vampires.

Vincent hurriedly opened his door, and lead me to a loveseat. "Let me get some bandages for your cuts."

"They're not that bad though--" he already started to walk to his bathroom. Klaus sat on the right of me.

"Darling, tell me, should I kill my stupid brother so that we could be alone forever? You, me, and toys?"

"Can it, Klaus. Do you think that I'm happy in this predicament? You've been an asshole to him all your life, and he's partially stuck to you." Vincent kneeled down in front of me, taking my wrist in his hand.

He reached for a bandage but stopped, transfixed on a bead of blood rolling off of my hand.

"Vincent?"

Klaus stood up behind him. "Do it. Taste it." He kneeled down to be behind me and held my bleeding wrist closer to Vincent's mouth.

I saw Vincent's eyes flash red, then back to their lovely purple. He licked his parched lips and leaned forward. "Vince--nnh!" I jerked my wrist as he disinfected the wound, giving a look of apology as he cleaned my wound.

"Klaus, quit being a dick. That's our mate, whether you like it or not." He swiftly bandaged my wrist.

"Ah, you're not fun." Klaus growled. I squeaked as I was suddenly lifted onto his lap. Vincent chuckled. "You seem to be handling this pretty well Orion."

"I must be a damn good actor, then." I murmured. Klaus started stroking my hair. "I am bewildered."

"Aren't we all?" Vincent mused.

The door creaked open. "Look what the cat dragged in." Klaus snickered at his father.

Sir responded with a deadly glare. "Quiet. We all need to talk. Orion, come sit with me." He patted a spot next to him on the bed. I complied.

"Now, any concerns about this...interesting situation?" "Many." Vincent replied. "How would this work, exactly."

"Never been in an orgy, have you." Vincent blushed darkly as Klaus chortled.

"That's not what I meant!" They started to bicker.

I turned to face Sir. "I have questions." He nodded. "Am I going to be turned?"

"No, not for a while, at least. And it's up to you when it happens, unless there's a fatal accident."

"What will happen when Klaus takes the throne?"

"You'll be a ruler of the kingdom of vampires. Congratulations, son."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Son?"

"Your my son-in-law. No more of this 'Sir' talk. Call me dad."

"Okay, Si--dad." He smiled warmly and embraced me.

"Now, boys." The princes snapped their heads up. "Fight over him again and I'll stash him in a room you can't get into. Again? Learn to share." He huffed, standing up. "Come with me, Orion." I followed like a little puppy as he led me out of the room and to a door.

"Dad?" I knew this door. It was the door to the boys' late mother.

"This room..." his voice cracked, as if being near the very door put him to tears. "This room has been the room of the King's mate for centuries." He withdrew a key.

"Take it, protect it. Cherish it like she did." Before I could console him he dissipated into smoke.

I took the slightly heavy key and turned the lock on the door.

"Oh, wow." It was gorgeous. Everything was feminine yet masculine, the powder blues and silver tones giving it a very retro feel. The light scent of florals freshened the room.

There was a large bed with a canopy, a writing desk, window, bathroom and fireplace.

I gingerly brushed back the curtain of the bed and sat down on it.

The mattress was even softer than Vincent's. I sighed in pleasure after I stripped down and brushed my teeth, after finding out that all my stuff had been placed in this room.

After rinsing I sauntered to the bed and got under the heavy comforter.

I was out like a light.