Your Beloved Masters

Drunken Kisses

  The plane ride was easy and fast. Considering we lived in Europe, a flight to Italy was give or take two hours. But even with such a short flight, those bullying siblings messed around with me.

"Wait...Vincent!" I was being kissed within an inch of my life, his teeth clacking against mine and his tongue invading every part of my mouth. He had a gentle grip on my hair, holding me in place.

"Wow, this is kinda hot." I heard a zipper and pushed Vincent off of me to breathe. "Klaus, don't you dare pull your dick out." I hissed at him, who was in the middle of pulling his dick out.

"Why not? I can't jack off to two cuties enjoying themselves? Go on Vincent, give him more."

At the start of the flight, Klaus convinced Vincent to drink with him. He had snuck a blood wine from the 1600s with him, somehow. They took turns taking sips.

Klaus was good with his alcohol, and was only a little tipsy. Vincent on the other hand, was a lightweight and was a loving and crying drunk.

"I just love him so much!" Vincent blubbered, wetting my shoulder sleeve with his tears. He grabbed my cheeks between two hands. "I love you!"

"I love you too, Vincent. Maybe you should take a nap?"

He only cried more at that, kicking his feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "No! I want kisses!"

I sighed and held him in my arms as he sobbed some more.

"Who else do you love?" Klaus grinned as he pulled out a camera and started recording.

"You!" Vincent screamed. "I love you, Klaus!"

"Awe, you love me? Who else?"

"Papa!"

"Klaus, stop." I glared at the camera. "He's drunk out of his mind, can't you help me put him to bed?" 

"No bed!" He squirmed in my arms. "Just love." He grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open again for kisses. Klaus put away the camera and just watched.

Here we go again.

I kissed back. "Happy?" He giggled and stared at me, his eyes slowly closing. "Good night, Vincent."

He fell asleep in my arms. "Button your pants and help me get him into bed, please?" He lifted Vincent's dead weight body and walked towards the back of the plane where the bed was. He came back to me, fixing my hair.

"Thank you."

"Can I get a reward? For putting the baby to bed and fixing your hair?"

I sighed. "If you want to make out with me, just say it. No point in beating around the bush."

He grabbed me by the waist and put me on his lap.

"I'm quite ... thirsty." I leaned my neck towards him. He bit down on the side of my neck and greedily slurped away.

Of course, all I could feel was euphoria. I could his clothes slipping between my fingers ad I started to fall. He snatched me up and propped me against him, taking all he wanted.

He released his mouth from my neck and tidied the mess he made on his face and my neck.

"Now," I yawned. "Leave me alone. We're almost in Italy and thanks to someone we're going to have to spend our first night in the hotel." I crossed my arms.

"Hey, it's not my fault he can't hold his wine."

I rolled my eyes. "Uh huh. You knew what you were doing, you sly fox."