"Go ahead." Nikolai tilted his head, further exposing his throat.
He wanted to resist, almost managed to, until Nikolai stepped forward and put his hand on Doc's chest. The physical contact snapped the last amount of self-control he had left.
Nikolai groaned as he sank his fangs into the mage's neck. He wasn't gentle and was certainly going to leave more of a mark than normal. Nikolai pressed into him, hands clutching at his back.
He managed to stop before he risked actually hurting the other man, leaning back, trembling with his reaction. He still wasn't satisfied, but the blood had taken the edge off of his arousal, though he still couldn't get his fangs to retract, and he might need to talk Allan or Ed into giving him a bit more later. Probably Allan.
Nikolai's dark eyes nearly glowed with the blue of his magic when he met Doc's eyes, though they were slightly unfocused. A smile curled his lips. "My self-control is not so good as yours," he warned before he pulled Doc to him and pressed his lips to the vampire's, clearly not minding the blood.
That did the last of his restraint in. The magic coursing through both of them demanded some sort of release, and he was helpless to deny it. Not breaking off the kiss, he shoved Nikolai back until he was up against the wall, opening his mouth when the mage pressed against his lips with his tongue. Groaning, he lost himself in Nikolai's embrace.
Chapter 10
Allan
Allan watched his friend make out with the mage and couldn't decide if he was turned on or jealous. Maybe a bit of both. He ground his teeth, wondering if he should intervene. If Sofia had been there, it would have been perfect. She could have said if she minded or not, and then he wouldn't feel conflicted. Though he hadn't been thinking of Nikolai in those terms until he'd provoked Doc.
"I don't know if we should just leave them to it, or throw a bucket of cold water on them," Ed joked, though Allan heard the underlying tension and confusion he felt echoed in Ed's voice.
Allan wrenched his gaze away from Nikolai and Doc and turned his attention to his brother. "To be honest, I think Sofia's self-control is better than Doc's, but his is pretty good, and if he can't keep his hands off of Nikolai, then we can't expect her to, either."
Ed sighed, his eyes reminding Allan of a sad puppy. "We're going to lose her, aren't we?"
Allan returned his attention Doc. Nikolai was currently digging his hands into the vampire's very fine ass.
Nikolai finally leaned back, gasping for breath. "Roy," he groaned.
Doc ignored the mage, or didn't hear him. He had his face buried in Nikolai's neck, and the expression on the mage's face showed he certainly didn't mind, though he was trying to get Doc's attention.
"Roy!"
The vampire growled but managed to get a hold of himself. His breath came in heavy pants. He stepped back, putting one hand on the wall and leaning on it.
Nikolai sagged back, letting the wall support him. Allan didn't think the mage would be upright otherwise. His eyes were glassy, and bites bruised both sides of his neck.
Allan winced. That wasn't going to feel good later.
"Sorry," Doc apologized after a minute.
"I knew what I was doing," Nikolai breathed. "I should be the one apologizing."
They both had blood smeared around their lips.
Doc nodded, put his hand on Nikolai's shoulder, and squeezed gently before turning away. "Excuse me." He nearly fled to his bedroom.
Nikolai closed his eyes and sank to the floor, back sliding along the wall.
"Are you okay?" Allan felt he had to ask, though the mage had admitted he knew what he was getting into.
"I’m quite fine. Just lightheaded." Nikolai touched his throat. "Do you think he's angry with me?" He managed to sound worried, despite his endorphin induced haze.
"No, probably not," Allan answered. "He's probably just confused." Allan knew he was.
"Good."
"How much blood did you lose?" Ed asked.
Nikolai waved his hand. "I know a spell to fix that. I spent many military campaigns with a couple of vampires. It’s not so easy to keep them fed unless we're in battle. Not many people are as open minded about being food as we are."
Allan shivered at the implications.
"How do vampires on military campaigns manage sunlight? Seems dangerous," Ed asked.
"I have a spell for that, too," the mage replied. "Would one of you help me to the bathroom? I should probably wash the blood off and heal myself."
"He tore you up pretty badly." Ed sounded surprised. He stood and went over to the mage.
"Yes. I assume he is not usually so rough."
"No, he's not," Allan answered.
Nikolai actually smiled while Ed helped him up.
They left Allan alone in the living room, and he stared at his hands, not sure what to do with himself now. Finally, he decided to go check on Doc.
His pack brother was leaning against the wall, staring out the window into the black night. The lights weren't on, but none of them needed light to see well.
"Are you okay?" Allan came up next to Doc, standing so that he almost touched Doc, but not quite.
Doc had wiped the blood from his chin, but he hadn't made it so far as the bathroom to clean up. He still had some smeared on his cheeks, and Allan could smell Nikolai's blood on the vampire's breath.
"Yes. Is Nikolai okay? I got a little carried away."
Allan did his best to imitate the Russian's accent. "I have a spell for that."
Doc laughed weakly. "Of course there is."
They stood there for a few minutes in silence before Doc broke it. "I'm sorry, Allan."
"For what?"
"I don't know. I just feel like I should apologize to you. I know you like guys, and you let me take your blood pretty frequently, and, well, you never get anything from me in return."
Allan shrugged, the motion brushing
