Red Rose, White Thorns ( mxm | mpreg )

5.)

Birdie was disappointed to find he had woken up alone once again, but this time greeted to a strange murmur that seemed to ripple through the manner. He preferred the quiet. Instead of venturing out on his own again, Birdie snuggled back up into the sheets with a soft sigh, stretching out like a cozy cat under the comforter as he waited for someone to get him. 

It didn't take long for an unfamiliar maid to shuffle into the room, her nose nearly turned up in a haughty manner towards Birdie, as though she were simply fetching a dog. "Come on. You've been requested." She sneered, tossing what looked like a potato cloth onto his bed. "Dress yourself" she snorted, tapping quickly out of the room.

He was far too used to this and instead tossed the clothing in a nearby bin, opted to wrap himself up in a large sheet and stay in his nightclothes. Trudging out of the room he was greeted by even more strange servants, some he'd seen before and others who looked new and had the same air of entitlement to them. 

The maid who'd gotten him up was nowhere to be found, so instead Birdie followed Ambrose's sugary scent down the hall and into the dining room. Upon stepping into the room, all eyes turned to him, including a rather tired looking Ambrose. "Ah Birdie, come here love" Ambrose said with a weak smile, opening his arms for the disgruntled damphir to snuggle up into.

Birdie did just that, sliding into Ambrose's lap and curling up into his chest with a soft sigh, ignorant of the man sitting just across the table from him. 

"Hm, so there's the dirty mongrel" 

Ambrose's scent spiked as he tensed in obvious anger, but Birdie didn't seem to be fazed at all as he continued to doze in and out of sleep against the vampire's chest. "Antoine. Do not speak about him in that manner. He is my betrothed, father himself has agreed to this joining" Ambrose hissed. 

The man across the table was similar to Ambrose in a way, however he had stark pale skin compared to Ambrose's tan, and his dark hair was trimmed much shorter. He had a haughty smirk across his face clearly showing where his servants got their audacity from, paired with cruel and powerful eyes that bore holes into (the rather cozy) Birdie. 

It was obvious they both were brothers, even with their contrasting looks.

"When have I cared what father said? You know he clearly only agreed so our mother would stop her pestering- it's no wonder she gave you such a weak name. You disappoint me brother." 

Ambrose tensed again at the jab to his mother but didn't speak up like he had for Birdie, who'd now moved on to pressing soft kisses to the vampire's neck and shoulders as a way to soothe him, despite not quite knowing what he'd walked into. 

Before Ambrose could speak again, Antoine spoke up "You know you've also let down Lady Moraine, she was quite looking forward to your proposal, and being from such a wealthy family I have no doubt she could revive this... place" he said with obvious distaste "Yet you've chosen this disgusting slu-"

Ambrose slammed his palm on the table with a look of utter irritation in his eyes "Leave, Antoine. If you've only darkened my steps to chastise me or attempt to betroth me to some other ambitious woman your attempts will not be successful. I've chosen my betrothed, and that will not change" he hissed, pulling Birdie's waist close to his, earning a little noise from the dhampir who'd finally turned to stare at the man across from him, obvious annoyance in his face.

Antoine simply rolled his eyes with a bored look "Fine. However it would be a waste to travel so far for only a chat. I'll be residing here for the week, have one of your servants show me a room... that's actually clean that is" he sneered.

Ambrose sighed and waved his hand for one of his maids to lead Antoine to the room farthest from his and Birdie's, standing up with the dhampir in his arms and returning to said room. 

Plopping down in his desk chair, Ambrose heaved out a sigh and finally turned his attention to Birdie who was now staring up at him with a rather adorable face. The vampire chuckled and rubbed his hand along Birdie's back which the male was happy to arch into with a hum "You can feed, love." 

Birdie wasted no time sticking his tiny fangs into Ambrose's neck, feeding much neater this time until he'd had his fill, looking rather soft and rosy from his breakfast. Ambrose's hands had wandered during the feeding and now lay gently on Birdie's waist with a satisfied squeeze "Mm... you look so much healthier already, little bird."  Birdie simply smiled at the praise and leaned over for a sloppy kiss that was followed by rather extensive touches and even more kisses.

By the time both were done, Birdie was bright red and heavily aroused while rubbing himself across Ambrose's lap, the vampire looking about the same with an assortment of tiny hickeys and bite marks along his neck. It was obvious what Birdie wanted as he reached down to unlink Ambrose's belt, and whimpering when the vampire stopped him. 

"Ah... not yet love... you must wait" he breathed, equally as impatient but much more controlled- it wasn't time yet, once Birdie fully entered his Week, that was signify his ability and health to fully take Ambrose. 

Birdie continued to whimper and pout about being unable to love on Ambrose, feeling the urge to jump his bones constantly... like an itch he couldn't scratch. Apparently that was a good thing, but it still wasn't enough for the vampire. 

With a resigned huff, Birdie instead slid down under the desk, using the blanket as a cushion for his knees and began to unbuckle Ambrose's pants once again, his face a deep red as he grew more and more excited, practically soaked now at the thought of pleasing the other vampire. Not to mention he was also able to get a meal out of his... fluids.

Before Birdie could even fully pull down Ambrose's pants, a rather irritating call came from the hallway, headed straight towards their door.

"OH DEAR BROTHER AMBROSE~~~!!!"