The Creatures: Morality {B-Team Sequel}

Chapter 3: Love Is Dead

WARNING There is Smut in here, but I separated it by marks, incase you'd like to skip that part. --Saint--

After yet another day of 'hanging out' with Iris, Immortal got up out of bed and slid on some casual clothes. He left his mask off, brushing his teeth and getting ready. Letting Iris stay in bed, he tried not to make a sound. He slowly walked over to the kitchen, went towards the sink, opened the cabinet below it, then reached underneath. His hands popped the latch to the wicker box of liquor and fished around for a Russian's favorite. Once he found it, he pulled out the cold vodka and admired it, thinking of the help that it's been to him.

Quickly, but quietly, he popped off the cap and took a large swig of it, the burning sensation in his throat somehow appealing. Immortal wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie and took a larger drink making sure to be silent so that Iris wouldn't hear him. He breathed in and shakily released, feeling at peace with the world again.

He walked out from behind the sink with an extra bottle of tequila just in case. Looked at the time on his phone, he saw that it was 8 AM, a good two and a half hours until Iris wakes up. Swinging himself over on the couch, he laid down and let his leg hang over it, taking a long drink of his favorite beverage.

Before he knew it, the burning sensation had left his throat and he had started mixing the two drinks. Now Immortal was feeling ditsy, but he wanted to drink both of the bottles. Once he had finally finished the alcohol, he was searching for more. He tipsily walked over to the cupboard and grabbed one last bottle, then started chugging it down. Immortal tiptoed over to the bedroom while drinking, grabbed his mask, then finished the bottle.

With a blurry mind, he slipped on the mask, immediately smiling and throwing the empty bottle against the wall furthest away from him, past the kitchen and downstairs near the opening doors. Checking to see if Iris had woken up, she just stirred a bit then went back to sleep. Immortal didn't know that he had gotten that strong; maybe it was the mask that was doing all this to him. That and giving him all the adrenaline that he wanted. A devilish grin played along his face as he came up with an idea.

--SMUT--

He jumped into bed with Iris, and the impact woke her up. She smiled at him. "Morning. So, I was thinking... Maybe we don't have to work today. Maybe we can just do... other things."

"Hm, then you'll have to get rid of this." She replied, lifting the edge of his mask.

She dropped it on the floor, then their lips collided. Immortal leaned on the mattress for support as he hovered over her, and with his free hand, clenched her silk hair in his fingers. The lust was strong as they kissed, passion infused into their touch.

"Your clothes would be better on the floor, darling." He whispered when their lips parted.

She smiled ear to ear, pushing him over so she was on top. Iris placed herself on his hips, her legs resting on his sides as she pulled off her tank top. He laid back and watched the show as her clothes flew off her slim body. Iris felt his hands on her lower waist, supporting her so she didn't fall on him. Like he would complain if she did.

"Do me favor, babe. Turn on some music." He told her.

She snickered as she quickly jumped off of the tall bed. Iris skipped over to the dresser and hit the play button before hopping back on her lover. The rock music boomed through their room, adding to the adrenaline. Immortal placed his hands on her chest as he sat up and joined their lips.

A moan seeped through the kiss as he fondled her and forced a few chills. Immortal quickly removed his shirt, then violently kissed her neck like a vampire. Another soft moan left Iris' mouth while she twirled her hands around in his hair. Her hips slowly began to grind against him, causing him to feel the passion.