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Chapter 2 | The Storm

A rainstorm was an extremely rare occurrence in the dark elves' realm. It took just the right amount of magic to swirl and the fog had to have just the right amount of spark in it. Tonight, the rain coming down in the caves seemed like it was going to go down in record books.

Lucky for Ghost and Ricky, their toddler was in bed. Otherwise, she'd probably be freaked out. In her short little life, she'd never seen anything quite like it. As for her much, much older parents, they were reminiscing to the last time they'd actually seen water fall from the sky. Looking back on the memories brought back some old lustful emotions.

Ghost rested on his love's lap, lips interlocked while his hands were around the back of Ricky's neck. His husband ran his hands along his wife's curves, moaning into their kiss. Having a little kid around made it hard for them to get any action anymore. They were relishing in every minute of it.

The vixen bit down on Ricky's lower lip, pulling back slowly. His fangs drew a little blood, which was like syrup in his mouth.

"God, you're so fucking hot." Ricky growled. He squeezed his big ass, "I want to fuck you until you can't walk."

"We should probably move to the bedroom, then." He grinned as he played with the top button of his dominant's shirt. Ghost leaned forward and nipped at his neck a few times. When a knock sounded at the door, he sighed, letting his head fall on Ricky's shoulder, "Goddamn it."

"Never a break." He replied, "I'll get it, Baby."

Reluctantly, Ghost got off his lap to let him get up. It looked like their fun was going to have to wait another few weeks for when they're able to get some free time. The knock at the door managed to bring Ryan out of his bedroom. A little embarrassment flushed Ghost's face to realize they weren't the only ones awake like he'd thought.

Ricky opened the door cautiously. They'd never had trouble in their neighborhood, but this late at night nothing good ever happens. He was relieved to see it was Kuza. The vampire was soaked by the rain. His hair was flatted by all the water in it and his black eye makeup was run down his cheeks. With his arms around his chest and by the look on his face, Ricky knew this something bad happened.

"Get in here," Ghost said as he saw Kuza from the couch. He stood up and waved him inside, speaking motherly, "You're going to get sick out in that rain."

He shook a heavy sigh as he stepped inside, sopping wet. Whatever was wrong with him, he'd only managed to hold himself up until that moment. Kuza slowly lowered to his knees and crumbled down on the ground. It was then they realized his makeup hadn't been smeared by the rain, but rather his tears.

Ghost knelt down beside him as he started to cry again. He rubbed his back gently, "Shh, it's okay. Honey, what's wrong? Where's Croc?" Ghost glanced up at Ricky, "Go get him a towel or a blanket or something, please."

His back shook with each sob, "Th-That's the p-problem..."

He rested himself against the back of the couch and pulled Kuza into his arms, "What happened?"

Ricky returned from the back of the house, giving Kuza a towel for his wet hair. He reached out with shaky hands and took it from him. Ryan snatched a blanket from the chair in the corner of the living room. He draped it over their trembling friend. Kuza sat up some, squeezing the ends of his hair with the towel.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, "It's just..." He shook a sigh, "So hard to... think about. He doesn't always get treated great around here." Kuza sniffled as he continued, "H-He got in a fight at the market today. No big deal, it's happened before... Guess something thought... Thought it was a big deal." The memory of an hour before began to rush back, "S-Someone came to the door... They... They pushed their way i-in, they..."