Depraved

A Few Close Calls

"Channie-?"

"I'm fi-"

"This isn't blood magic, Mouse." Chanyeol goaded, squeezing the smaller vampire even tighter. "This is real. Look at yourself."

Minho did. And Chan realized where the blood was coming from.

His name was carved into his chest with large letters, from the base of his collarbones down to the space right above his nipples. It wasn't clear what utensil had been used, but it had to be very sharp and very thin because he'd elegantly swirled the tops of each letter.

CHANYEOL

Blood dripped in thin rivulets down his stomach.

Minho spread the gore with a shocked palm, his expression bewildered. "... Real? Nuh-no."

"Yes! Real. I'm going to make all of your nightmares come true. Starting with this one." He whispered the rest, so only Chan could hear- "It's in his mind as something he'd never allow- you and me. I guess he's the jealous type. Or maybe he doesn't want you to know why he always cums on my cock. Honestly, I think Mouse actually LIKES it by now."

Chan's face flushed. He struggled suddenly, understanding what the other vampire was going to do. He was going to make Minho watch. It would still be hurting him, just in a new way. "You are really one of the worst creatures I've ever come across." He hissed through his teeth, since the strong hand on his jaw was hindering the ability to open his mouth all the way.

"Why, thank you."

"Not... magic? Channie-uh? Wait, wait- Master, don't- don't do anything to him. I'll be quieter. Okay? Let him go and I'll be quiet. I can do better."

"But he wants it, Mouse. Your sacred little Channie came to me. He asked for this."

"I didn't ask for THIS- you know what I wanted." The blond mentioned.

"For me to leave my poor, hurt human alone?"

"He isn't yours."

"Really?" Chanyeol turned his head to stare at Minho "Fingers in your mouth, Mouse." He followed the command immediately, shoving four bloody fingers down against his tongue. "Further back." This he did too, gagging on the digits but not removing them. "Deeper, Mouse. I want you choking on them. I want you a whole new, pretty color."

"Stop it." Chan gasped, staring in Minho's watering eyes. "Stop, Minho- please."

Chanyeol's hand on his stomach drifted an inch lower, his fingertips teasing the top of his pants. "Wouldn't it be so terrible, for you to cum while he's over there struggling? I bet I can get you to finish before he pukes."

Minho retched loudly, tears trailing down his cheeks and mixing with the strings of saliva coming out of his open mouth.

Chan tried slipping loose again, and nearly succeeded- stepping out of the circle of his arms for a moment before Chanyeol was able to get a better grip.

"Tell him to stop." He begged, realizing what he was meant to do. Give up control. Acknowledge that Minho would only listen to Chanyeol.

"Fine. Mouse? Stop that. You're making Channie sad and disgusted." The fingers came out and Minho heaved in air, blinking stray tears away. "Now put those fingers to use, will you? But don't show us, leave something to the imagination."

He looked at his hand, covered in blood, spit, and tears. Minho whined, reaching back and fingering his hole.

"You want to fuck him?" Chanyeol breathed in his ear. "You want to feel how hot he is inside?" Chan was already so close to breaking down, the thought of having to share that moment in such a horrible way pushed tears to his eyes.