Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Thirty-Two: Cerberus

Alistair

Translations:

Ça Va?= How are you?
Je suis énervé. Et toi?= I'm annoyed. And you?
Merde= Shit

I had unwrapped Camden from our giant, fluffy comforters and Egyptian thread sheets to keep him from sweating so bad.

"Alistair," he panted, covered in a sheen of sweat, redder than a pomegranate. "I, I need, unnngh!" He cried, his back involuntarily arching off the bed. "Hah, ohhhhhh." I bit my bottom lip at the sensuous display as I hardened in my pants.

Camden's cute little member spewed cum all over his stomach and even managed to get some on his shoulder. 

I need to fix this situation, and fast.

"I'm... going to consult someone about this." I murmured. "What?" He wheezed out, still high off the pleasure. "Don't...mmm...leave!" He cried. 

  I stared helplessly at his flushed cheeks. "I have to. I have to get your medicine if you don't want me jumping your bones every time I see you." He groaned painfully into his pillow. "Make it quick!" he moaned. "I can't take it much longer." I gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead. "Five minutes tops."

  "Five minutes!" He whined. "That's like, ooh, three hundred seconds!" I rolled my eyes. "Just sit tight for all of those three hundred seconds, okay? I'll be back soon, dear." 

He whined, but obeyed, rolling over in the bed. "Bring back some fudge." I smiled at his form in our bed, before walking down the haunted halls that sent chills down my century-old spine. I opened the front door and avoided Cornflower's tiny paws as he padded into the house through his kitty door, licking his chops in earnest. 

   I clicked the horn button on the keys to the car Camden insisted to buy me--a Trevita, one of most expensive cars in America. I begged him not to, but the minute I slipped inside the car, it was pure heaven. I've never felt such luxury before. 

 The gentle purr of the engine came to life as I turned the ignition and delicately drove out of the driveway into the streets, heading towards the scent of cigarettes, blood, and ink. As I parked in front of The Ink Kink, I noticed a pair of unfamiliar teenagers pull up on a motorcycle, a brown paper bag in hand. 

  I let them go in first and waited in the car for a solid minute and a half, before stepping out of my car and opened the darkened glass doors.

  Blake was standing at the counter, munching away on what looked like a chalupa with extra sour cream and cheese. "Blake Dubois!"

  His red eyes glowed and sharpened into a cat-like pupil before they relaxed again into a dimmed maroon and normal pupils. 

 "Alistair Arion. Ça va?" "Oh really? We're pulling out French now?"

  It was the only thing we could really relate to, both being French vampires. 

  "Ugh, fine. Je suis énervé. Et toi?" He shrugged through a mouthful of food. "Bien." "Blake, I need to be serious with you. Why did you give me Taint? Camden mistook it for sugar and dumped all of it into his tea." Blake smiled, and took a large gulp of red cola, a combination of blood and cola. The minute he swallowed everything in his mouth, he busted out laughing, lightly slapping his hand against the counter. "I suppose you two had fun!" He gasped out between laughs. "No. Camden wasn't okay with making love for a week straight."

Blake ran a hand through his raven black hair. "We usually roleplay with it. I'll mix it into his drink and act like some sex fiend, or make him lick it off of my dick, or I just inject him with it."

 "And he's okay with that?"

Blake grinned proudly. "Never safeworded while we were in play." 

 "Dad! Dad needs help!" One of the teenagers from the motorcycle jogged into the room. "Ah, Alistair, this is Sterling, my eldest." Sterling looked just like Quinn, just without all the extra muscles, but had Blake's blood-red eyes. 

 "Dad needs help in reaching the ink." He repeated, shaking Blake's shoulder, avoiding my eyes.

"Got to help the shortie." Blake murmured, ruffling Sterling's hair. His steps echoed against the smooth, clean linoleum.

"So, umm, nice to meet you?" I held out my hand for him to shake. He eyed me warily and let out a deafening whistle.

I cried in shock as a giant husky bounded into the room and howled at me, bright red eyes sinking into my soul.

He bounded for me, which made me close my eyes in brace for impact. I slowly opened my eyes as he suddenly stopped.

"Sorry about that. Cerberus is very protective." Another teenager grunted.

"Why would you go and do that for, Sterling?" The taller teenager, with the same icy blue eyes as Quiin but with the impressive height of Blake growled.

Another teenager came in, with blond hair and blue eyes, and the horns of an incubus. He wrapped his arm around Sterling, leaving the taller teenager to deal with the hound from hell.

"My name is Ashton, nice to meet you." He held out a pale hand. "That's Sterling, my older brother. He's wary of strangers. That guy is his boyfriend. Dad!" He cried.

"Merde, can I finish my lunch?" Blake growled under his breath. "Cerberus got out again?" Ashton responded with a simple nod. Ashton handed him the leash, and walked off.

"Kids." He smiled. "What did you need, again?"

"Taint antidote? Is that a thing?"

He moved around in his draw and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. "Just the cup." He gave me a plastic shot glass. "That should rid of it in about a day and a half."

"Thank you. Enjoy your food."

"I will. Enjoy that tight ass!" He called as I walked out. I rolled my eyes as I sat in the driver's seat and pulled away.