Resolve

by TaintedLoves

Summary:

After tense days of travelling with the vampire couple, Remy Pendergast has finally managed to admit to himself that he wants Zidan and Xiaodan.

This takes place during "Chapter 26: Resolve" of Silver Under Nightfall. I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that the first time Xiaodan, Zidan and Remy actually have sex was fade to black, so I felt like exploring that “missing” scene while keeping it very close to the canon. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The bedroom door clicked shut behind Remy with a certain sense of doom. After spending much of the day so far fussing about whether he really wanted to visit Zidan and Xiaodan’s bedchamber, after weeks of trying to make sense of his feelings and attractions for both of them, finally standing in between the two vampires, feeling their gazes on him, was enough to quicken the beat of his heart. 

Xiaodan stood in front of him, her wrapped robe covering entirely too little of her chest and shoulders. Remy tried not to stare down at her. She had a smile on her lips, but he could see the desire, the hunger, in her eyes. 

I know what I want now, he had said a moment ago at their door. I want you, both of you.  

It had not gotten any less true since stepping inside the room. But wanting them and knowing what to do with them suddenly seemed like two very different things, now that he was standing here between them. 

“I… uh…”

He laid his free hand on Xiaodan’s waist, while she held his other. Remy was too aware of her betrothed standing beside them, watching. Malekh laughed softly and stepped towards them. Remy could feel the man’s presence just behind him. 

“You seem a lot more tongue-tied now than back in the caves the other night,” Zidan said very close to Remy’s ear. Remy winced. I’m dying. Fucking fuck me if that’s what it takes , he had told the two vampires then. 

“I get very brave on the brink of death,” Remy said dryly, “it’s a habit.” 

Xiaodan raised her free hand to the collar of his shirt and opened a button. 

“You’re here now,” she said, “that’s what matters.”

Zidan laid one hand on Remy’s shoulder. The touch was gentle, but kept Remy as firmly in place as if the ancient vampire had used his full strength. 

“I…” Remy began again, “I don’t know how to do this. With three people.” 

The couple’s eyes met and Remy wondered what silent communication passed between them. What they had already planned for him. 

“I want you…” Remy continued, hesitated, mused that the thrill of near-death - or at least a certain level of inebriation - would have made speaking his desires so much easier. He cleared his throat. “Fuck, I want you to take control. To show me.”

He did not say any of the much more inappropriately forward phrases that lingered somewhere in the depths of his yearning. Take me. Use me. Dominate me. 

“In that case,” Malekh said softly from behind him, “let me tell you how this is going to work.”

The noble’s arm came around in front of him to pull his shirt free of his trousers. Remy stood very still, gaze lingering on Xiaodan’s beautiful face in front of him.

Zidan’s hand rose to Remy’s face and took hold of his jaw, turning his face towards the vampire king.  

“If you want to surrender completely to us…” Zidan said, taking in Remy’s apprehensive gulp with a smirk. “... then we have to trust you’ll speak up if anything is too much, too fast, too far.” 

Remy felt his body’s response to the delicious threat hidden within those words. The desire to let the vampire couple do with him as they pleased.  

“Can you swear to that, Pendergast? That you will not endure anything for our sake alone and only let us do what you want us to?” 

Remy wanted to object to the question, that he wasn’t some shy virgin unable to make his needs known. But he remembered Xiaodan’s words from the caves. For all his experience at court, he had not been with anyone out of desire alone, devoid of expectations and favors and transactions. 

“Yes,” he responded, holding Zidan’s gaze as he spoke. 

“In your own words,” Zidan instructed. 

“I swear I won’t let you do anything to me that I don’t want,” Remy said. “And that I’ll tell you if I need you to stop or slow down.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Zidan’s mouth, satisfied with this promise. 

“Good,” he said and let go of Remy’s jaw, making him face Xiaodan once more. 

“Now,” Zidan went on, “I know something that you’ve been wanting for quite a while, Armiger.” 

Xiaodan met her fiancee’s eyes with a wicked grin on her lips and began to open her robe. 

He did not try to avert his gaze this time, but took in the absolute beauty of her as she bared herself to him. He let his eyes wander over her pale skin from the jagged, brutal scar over her heart, over her breasts, down her navel… 

He felt blood rush to his groin. He had wanted her from the day he first laid eyes on her. To think that, to finally, finally realize that Zidan Malekh was not an obstacle between Remy and Xiaodan but readily holding Remy in place while the latter let his eyes feast on Xiaodan’s body… 

Zidan began to pull Remy’s shirt up over his head. When Remy made to free his arms from the sleeves, eager to touch the woman in front of him, Zidan made a soft tutting noise and instead pinned Remy’s arms behind his back. 

“You’re not in charge, remember,” the vampire reminded him. 

Remy strained against the grip, knowing it was futile. He had seen how precisely Zidan knew to use his strength in their sparring matches. To knock Remy around without breaking him. Malekh knew exactly how much it took to keep Remy firmly in place. 

Xiaodan took a step towards him and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft, a bare brush of her lips on his, sweet and far too chaste for the hunger in her eyes. She let her hands roam over his bare torso, caressing scars and muscles. 

It was the sweetest torture, to have her eager and undressed in front of him, but being unable to touch her. 

Zidan bent close to Remy’s head and whispered instructions in his ear. Remy flushed, considered objecting, but then, as commanded, sank to his knees before Xiaodan. 

“Lady Song,” he spoke obediently, “please let me taste you.” 

Xiaodan let out a soft laugh. 

“How polite of you to ask,” she chimed, then took a step closer to him. Behind him, Zidan tied Remy’s shirt into a knot behind his back, holding his wrists together and in place. 

Xiaodan ran a hand through Remy’s hair, tilting his face upwards. She had let the robe fall entirely open, presenting her nude perfection in front of him. With gentle firmness, she guided his head towards her. 

Remy let out a sigh as his lips met her skin, placing kisses over her mound, then moving lower. His arms twitched with the urge to move forward and touch her as his mouth found her nub. He wanted to lay his hands against her, spread her open with his fingers. He heard himself softly moan with unfulfilled need even as he revelled in her taste, her smell, the delighted noise that escaped her mouth as he suckled on her. 

“Eager, are we?” Zidan’s voice came from somewhere behind Remy, the man’s knee coming to rest between his shoulderblades, holding him in place. Not long ago, the prospect of intimacy with Xiaodan under the watchful eyes of her fiance would have filled Remy with dread. What it filled him with now, kneeling between the two of them, he wasn’t so sure. For all his desire to please Xiaodan for her sole pleasure’s sake, Zidan’s rapt attention on him made him all the more eager to perform, to prove himself, to do right by her. 

He leaned into his efforts, circling his tongue around the bud of her pleasure, eliciting delicious gasps from Xiaodan. 

When she pulled away from him a moment later, a garbled word of protest left him before he could think better of it. 

Xiaodan let out a light chuckle, and moved backwards to the bed, throwing her robe aside as she did. 

“Bring him here,” she said as she sat down and moved back to lean against the headboard. 

The fact that she’d addressed Zidan, that she’d said bring him here , not come here , sent a shiver down Remy’s spine, sent blood rushing downwards. He did not pause to ponder why it made his heart race to be a pawn between the two of them, a plaything in their control rather than an active participant in his own right. 

Zidan effortlessly pulled him to his feet. When Remy made to move after Xiaodan, the vampire lord held him in place. 

“No shoes on the bed, Remington, we’re not savages.” 

Remy let out a laugh at that, cut short when Zidan bent to loosen his boots’ laces, while holding him by his tied wrists with the other hand. Rising back to his feet, the man drew his fingers up Remy’s leg. The touch held infinite sinful promises, startling a noise out of Remy when Zidan’s hand moved from his thigh to the side of his crotch, cruelly teasing. 

Zidan’s expression was unreadable as ever, but Remy could see the unadulterated lust in his eyes as the vampire watched him react in excited apprehension to the hands on him. 

“Hmm,” Zidan made, and leaned in for a kiss, moving one hand into Remy’s hair and holding him in place. Remy’s lips parted under the vampire’s lips and tongue. He’d hunted the undead all his life, and yet the sensation of his tongue brushing against sharp fangs as Malekh took his mouth felt more right than it had any right to. 

He moaned against the other man’s lips, remembering their kiss the night before on the cave floor, desperate and devastating. Zidan pulled away too soon, leaving Remy wanting. 

“Now, let’s not leave the lady waiting shall we,” Zidan mused and pushed Remy forward, leaving the latter to almost stumble over his own boots before he had the presence of mind to kick his feet free. 

Xiaodan was watching them both from the bed, her grey eyes filled with desire. Malekh pushed Remy onto the bed and into position, on his knees before Xiaodan. 

The vampiress leaned forward to kiss him, no doubt tasting her fiance on his lips. When she settled back against the pillows with an eager grin on her face, Zidan grasped Remy by his hair and pushed his head down between her thighs. 

Remy dove into her, eager and hungry, delighting in the gasp that escaped her when his mouth closed around her clit once more. 

Malekh’s fingers remained firmly grasping his hair, holding him in place and directing him to Xiaodan’s delight. 

“There,” Zidan instructed as Remy worked his lips and tongue over Xiaodan’s beautiful flesh. “Here, she likes it when you.. That’s it.”

Under their combined effort, Xiaodan’s breathing grew heavier. When her fingers replaced Zidan’s in Remy’s hair, the vampire king’s hand instead began to roam over Remy’s body, caressing and exploring his muscles, his scars. 

“Zidan,” Xiaodan said, voice uneven with desire, “let him use his fingers too.” 

Malekh pulled Remy off of her and back into a kneeling position, not entirely gentle. 

“Of course, my love,” he said, but then moved one hand down to Remy’s trousers instead of the knotted cloth at his back. “But first, let’s get these off.” 

Before Remy could properly follow his motions, the vampire lord had shuffled him out of his remaining clothing, and grabbed something from a drawer in the nightstand after letting Remy’s trousers fall to the floor beside the bed. 

Zidan then untied his wrists, but kept his left arm firmly pinned behind his back. His right, Remy moved towards Xiaodan as he bent his head once more, eager to provide what she had asked for. 

Trying not to notice his sudden nudity and the image he surely presented to Zidan, Remy focused his attention on Xiaodan, suckling and licking her delicous arousal. 

Remy parted her nether lips with his free hand and found her wet and wanting. Hungrily, he pushed his index and middle finger inside of her, sliding easily into her warmth. She moaned softly, giving him all the encouragement he needed. 

As he worked his fingers inside of her, Remy felt Zidan’s hand wander, gliding over his thighs and buttocks. Remy squirmed, half eager and half scared for where Zidan’s attention would move next. 

When he’d been half dead and delirious at the caves the other night, Zidan and Xiaodan had both taken him into their hands and mouths, giving him the desperate release he’d needed after sharing their blood. 

Now, safe and sober, even Malekh’s touch on his waist, his hips, sent jolts of eager apprehension through Remy’s body. 

Xiaodan moaned under the ministrations of Remy‘s fingers and mouth, her muscles clenching around his digits as he explored her depths.

Zidan‘s hand behind him moved into the crack of his arse. Remy felt himself stiffen.

”Tell me you if you want me to continue this, Pendergast,“ came Zidan‘s voice, rough with desire.

Remy hesitated for just a moment, knowing Zidan would heed his words, would stop if he asked, would rather stifle his own lust than make Remy do anything he didn’t truly want. And with just as much certainty, Remy knew he absolutely did not want Zidan to stop. 

“Go on,“ Remy gasped as Xiaodan lifted his head off her to let him speak. “I want… I want you. Inside of me.“ 

Remy couldn‘t see, but swore he felt the couple‘s eyes meet over his head as Xiaodan let his head sink down between her legs once more. 

When he next felt Zidan‘s finger run down between his buttocks, it was cool and slippery with oil. 

Remy moaned into Xiaodan as the tip of one finger pushed against his rear.

Malekh went slowly, carefully, and Remy could feel himself watched for his reaction, even with his face and fingers buried in the folds of Xiaodan’s flesh. 

Just as Remy thought Zidan was taking his sweet time, his own attention entirely on Xiaodan’s delicious reactions to the movement of his fingers, Zidan man pushed one finger all the way into him. Remy groaned at the unsettlingly pleasant sensation, the noise muffled in Xiaodan’s warmth. 

“This isn’t distracting you from giving Xiaodan the pleasure she deserves, is it?” Zidan asked with a vicious sort of concern in his tone. Even as he spoke, he the motion of his finger against sensitive nerve endings sent a shiver through Remy. 

“Don’t stop,” Remy barely managed, but redoubled the efforts of his own hand and tongue. 

Xiaodan’s exhalations became glorious little moans as Remy tried very hard not to focus on what Zidan’s fingers did to him. As her breath quickened, Xiaodan’s grip in Remy‘s hair grew tighter. 

“Right there,” she moaned, holding him locked in place. 

With cruel precision, Malekh withdrew and then pushed two oiled fingers into Remy, just as Xiaodan’s pleasure started building to a peak. Remy growled into her, refusing to let Zidan’s tantalizing torture keep him from satisfying her in turn. 

She cried out as she climaxed, her grip tightening in Remy’s hair and her muscles clenching around his fingers. Shuddering, she ground her hips against his face, all of her shaking as pleasure racked her body. 

It was Zidan who pulled Remy off of her, settling him upright on his knees. Xiaodan watched the two of them with her chest still heaving. Zidan took hold of Remy’s right arm and brought the hand to upwards. With only mild irritation at how much joy he found in this, Remy watched Xiaodan watch Zidan as the latter took Remy’s wet fingers in his mouth. Remy felt his hard cock twitch as Zidan sucked and licked Xiaodan’s arousal off his digits. He was dimly aware that the thought of being a proxy between the two vampires, of being a conduit for their pleasure, should not drive him almost mad with desire, and yet... And yet he felt more at ease here with them, more like himself, than he ever had in all his trysts at the Alurian court. 

Zidan then tied Remy’s wrists behind his back again with what remained of his shirt. His other hand, slick with oil, wandered down Remy’s arse once more. 

“Help me get this one off, will you, my love?” 

Zidan’s words alone were enough drive an eager whimper from Remy’s lips. Xiaodan moved towards him with a keen smile on her face. 

She kissed him then, a gentle press of lips at first. But soon, her lips parted on his and their tongues met. Remy moaned against her mouth as Zidan’s fingers pressed into him again, stretching and prodding. 

Xiaodan let her hands wander down his side, over the honed muscle of his upper arms, before she settled her grip on his cock and began to stroke him. 

It was unfair, really - the perfect synchronization in which the two vampires’ hands worked on him, Zidan’s fingers pumping into him from behind and Xiaodan’s tugging at him in front. Heat rose within him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Xiaodan’s free hand was on his thigh now, holding him in place with just enough force to be on the edge of painful. Zidan’s reached around him, stroking his side, his chest. 

“I think he likes this,” Xiaodan mused with obvious pleasure, watching his face and holding his gaze for a moment before his eyelids drifted closed as sensation overtook him. 

In what was somehow absolute unison, the rhythm of their motion in him and on him became faster along with Remy’s quickening breath. 

“I… Fuck ” Remy panted, feeling his control slip, his muscles contract. “Xiaodan- I’m going to…” 

Her fingers were on his jaw then, and his eyelids flew open, meeting her piercing grey eyes. 

“Come for me, Remy,” Xiaodan commanded ever so gently, and the words pushed him over the brink. 

He came apart with a loud groan, his weight collapsing back against Zidan, his head against the man’s shoulder. Remy shuddered and twitched, his climax intensified by the doubled attention on every part of him, pleasure rolling over his body in waves.

When his panting quieted, Zidan slid his fingers out of Remy and kissed his shoulder, making a noise that Remy could only interpret as satisfied interest. He forgot what sort of snide remark he wanted to make when he opened his eyes and found - to both his horror and his horrified relish - that the product of his orgasm was dripping stickily down Xiaodan’s chest and stomach. 

She, however, was grinning. 

“What a mess you’ve made,” she said in mock reproach, but lifted one of her fingers to her mouth and licked his seed off herself. 

Zidan pressed a kiss to the side of Remy‘s neck.

”We better make him clean that up, don’t you think?“

For all his usual composure, the man‘s voice was thick with desire. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Remy was appalled at how easily he obeyed, how he should perhaps find this humiliating or off-putting, but all it did instead was give him firm sense that the couple were not done with him simply because he had finished. And that in turn, made him hunger for whatever else they‘d planned for him.

Chapter 2

Zidan held Remy‘s head in place while his tongue slid willingly over Xiaodan‘s skin, licking up all the salty sweet fluid he‘d spurted onto her in his pleasure. He fervently suckled at Xiaodan’s breasts and nipples, eliciting noises of delight from her. 

When Malekh rose from the bed beside him and freed Remy‘s hands from their binding, Remy at first immediately grabbed hold of Xiaodan‘s perfect exposed body in front of him, luxuriating in feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands. 

He soon realized his selfishness however, and sat upright on the bed to turn to Malekh, wiping at his mouth with one hand and keeping the other on Xiaodan‘s soft skin.

Zidan slid out of the long frock he wore to work in his laboratory and laid it aside, his trousers still laced tight. Remy let his gaze wander over the man, the flawless pronounced muscle under flawless pale skin. His eyes dropped to the distinct shape of Zidan‘s cock, visibly hard underneath the cloth.

The third court king had spent the last half hour or so pushing his fiancee and their new lover together, all without receiving any proper attention himself. Remy moved to the edge of the bed. 

Remy raised a hand towards Malekh’s hips, but the vampire stopped him mid-motion, holding Remy’s palm between his fingers. 

“Are you doing things out of obligation again, Pendergast?” Zidan said, his voice low with wanting. 

Remy scoffed, tried and failed to pull his hand free of Zidan’s grip. 

“Fuck you, Malekh, you can’t act like reciprocating in bed is the same as…” 

As exchanging sex for favors, as seeing all affection as something transactional. As what I’ve been doing at court all these years. Remy didn’t say it out loud, certain that both of them knew what he meant. 

“No,” Malekh agreed. His grip on Remy’s hand turned into a caress. “But I have to make sure this is something you really want. Anything else would be frankly irresponsible.” 

Remy frowned in irritation and studied Zidan’s face. His expression was in perfect control. Remy was not sure what it was that let him read a glimmer of amusement in the way Zidan’s eyes glistened. The asshole was fucking with him. 

“I want you,” Remy said, realizing what Zidan was getting at. His own voice sounded husky in his ears, and he grew oddly aware of how he looked and sounded to Zidan. Sitting naked on the couple’s bed, Xiaodan lounging behind him and watching the both of them with rapt interest. Giving Zidan his full attention for once, after all his yearning for Xiaodan, after all his doubts about getting involved with the vampire couple. 

“I want to unlace your trousers and take your cock out.” 

The only reaction he got was a flare of Zidan’s nostrils. 

“I want ,” Remy leaned forward as he spoke, let his fingers close around Malekh’s hand in turn, “to get you off with my mouth and my hands…” 

A muscle in Zidan’s abdomen twitched as he held Remy’s gaze with that same inexpressive look. 

“...and I want you to spill into my mouth so I can give Xiaodan the filthiest kiss afterwards. And maybe I even want you to hold me by my hair and let me choke on your-”

With a bestial grunt, Zidan snapped and grabbed the side of Remy’s head, leaning down for a rough kiss. Remy might have let out a satisfied bark of laughter at successfully kindling such a reaction, if his mouth were not thoroughly kept busy.

True to his word, Remy’s fingers found their way to Zidan’s waistband, fumbling at the laces while Zidan’s tongue explored and exploited Remy’s mouth, possessive and demanding. Impatiently, Remy grabbed Zidan’s erection over his coverings. He was rewarded with a soft noise against his mouth and revelled in even this slightest slip of Zidan‘s always immaculate composure.

For all that Remy had never been with a man, for all his reluctance to admit his attraction to Zidan Malekh even to himself these past few weeks, there was no hesitation left in him by the time he finally freed Malekh’s hard length and wrapped his fingers around him. 

Zidan broke their kiss and stood upright, keeping his fingers in Remy‘s hair.

Remy paused for only the briefest moment, appreciating the smooth weight of Zidan‘s cock in his hand, the thick veins lining its side, before he closed his lips over its head.

Zidan moaned through closed lips with the motion of Remy‘s tongue over the tip of his cock, his lips gliding over slick sensitive skin. Remy couldn’t claim any expertise in getting other men off, but that didn’t mean he had no notion of what sensations might be desirable to someone that shared his own anatomy. 

He felt Xiaodan scoot closer to him on the bed, one hand on Remy‘s thigh as she watched them. Malekh‘s fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer. Remy took him in deeper, experimenting on how much of Zidan he could fit in his mouth. He pulled back to gasp for air when he‘d reached his limit, only to eagerly repeat the motion, pull back again, run his tongue along Zidan’s shaft and over his balls. 

Zidan tilted his head back by the grip in Remy‘s hair and looked down at him, lips parted, breath growing shorter. Remy met the man’s gaze, defiantly unashamed of himself as he sucked, licked and caressed.  He watched Zidan’s open mouth as the latter panted, his lips curling into a snarl, his tongue flicking over sharp fangs. 

“Look at him,” came Xiaodan’s voice very close to Remy’s ear, “you’re driving him mad.”

Zidan’s eyes flickered to his fiancee in something that resembled annoyance for the briefest of moments, before he tilted his head back, lids closed, chest heaving with every breath. Xiaodan traced kisses up her fiance‘s thigh and over the side of his hip, keeping her eyes on Remy all the while. 

Zidan‘s breath came in ever shorter gasps, his grip in Remy’s hair tightening. 

“He‘s almost there,“ Xiaodan said, softly enough that Remy wasn’t sure Zidan could hear her. “You want to taste him too, don’t you?“

Remy moaned his affirmation around Zidan‘s cock and felt the man react to his noise. He moaned again, with pleasure, with eagerness, with the undeniable longing to make ever composed Zidan Malekh come undone in his hands, on his tongue. Zidan tilted his hips slightly backwards. 

Remy picked up his pace, let his lips slide over the crown of the man’s cock, over and over, and over until… 

Zidan’s groan as he came was low and guttural, his hold in Remy’s hair hard and possessive. His hips jutted forward in an involuntary contraction of muscle. Warmth filled Remy’s mouth along with the smug satisfaction of getting Malekh off exactly as he’d brazenly announced. He turned to Xiaodan to follow up on the rest of his threat and delighted in her moan as they shared the taste of Zidan between them.

Remy wiped his mouth and leaned back on the bed, grinning triumphantly up at Malekh. The man’s breathing was calming, but the glint of hunger remained in his eyes. 

“You don’t think we’re done with you so easily, do you Remington?” 

“And here I was, thinking I’d exhausted you,” Remy retorted sardonically, while his insides were electrified by the promise of more to come. 

Malekh’s lip twisted slightly upward. With his trousers unlaced around his cock, his long hair falling into his face, Zidan had absolutely no right to look as elegantly menacing as he did. 

“Xiaodan, why don’t you tie his hands to the bedposts?” 

“Afraid of what my hands will do to you again otherwi-?” 

Before Remy could even finish his provocation, Xiaodan had his right hand tied to the bedpost closest to them with what looked like the cord that would keep the curtains of the massive four poster bed in place. 

“Careful, love,” she purred at Remy while she effortlessly shifted him into place to rope his other hand to the opposite side of the bed. “He will get rough with you if you keep goading him into it.” 

Remy wrapped his fingers around the cords and tested the knots, a thrill running through him at both Xiaodan’s warning as well as at the knowledge that he was well and truly restrained, exposed to his two lovers. 

The vampiress straddled his thighs and looked down at him with a distinctly hungry craving in her expression. She drew her hands over his body, grabbing his pectoral muscles, his ribs, as if she were charting a map of his body in her mind. 

Malekh let his trousers drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed beside him, tracing his nails along Remy’s arm, down his side. 

“I have a suspicion that getting rough is exactly what he wants,” Zidan mused and carefully took one of Remy’s nipples between a forefinger and thumb. Xiaodan made her way down Remy’s bare torso, kissing and licking, but also pinching his skin between her teeth, gentle enough not to break skin, but hard enough to make him shiver in sublime suffering. 

At the caves, both of them had drunk his blood. A part of him wanted to ask them to do so again, to beg once more for that exquisite agony. Xiaodan’s softly prickling love bites were threat and promise in one, a reminder that he was utterly at her mercy, and that his blood remained inside his own body at her discretion. A promise that this teasing would make the eventual release all the sweeter. 

Xiaodan nipped and licked at his hips and thighs, making him squirm before taking hold of his crotch, finding him hardening once more. 

“Watching you bring Zidan off has really made me want to do the same to you,” she teased, then held his gaze as she slowly drew her tongue across the tip of his cock. 

Malekh rolled Remy’s nipple between his fingers. Remy hissed in pain and pleasure, secretly hoping that Zidan wasn’t going to make him admit out loud how just how much the prospect of erotic violence from the two of them aroused and excited him. 

Xiaodan drew her nails along his thighs while she tongued his shaft, his balls. He shivered. 

When she lifted her mouth off him after a while, Remy looked into the grey pools of her eyes and found her curious, considering. She turned to her fiance instead. 

“Take his mouth while I ride him, Zidan.” 

The words alone made Remy’s abdomen tighten in wanton anticipation. When she sat astride him and placed the tip of his cock against her opening, he was writhing under her with greedy impatience, longing, yearning, straining to thrust up into her but held down easily by her fingers on his hips. 

“Do you want that, Remy?” 

She aimed to keep her tone to that same light teasing, but Remy heard the craving in her words, heard the strain she was putting on her own need for him by making herself pause to ask. If it were Malekh asking, Remy might have let him dangle there on that precipice. But Xiaodan… 

“Yes,” he panted as soon as his mind caught up. “Yes, fuck, I want all of that.” 

With a sound of pure bliss, Xiaodan slowly let herself sink down onto him. Remy exhaled in a groan at her slick, tight warmth enveloping him, inch by delicious inch. 

She felt every bit as divine as she had back at the hot springs, except that the sensation was made all the sweeter by now knowing what this was, what the three of them could be together. 

Remy swore under his breath in sheer rapture as she sheathed him all the way inside of her, sighing contentedly. Malekh leaned over to his fiancee and Remy watched the couple share a deep, passionate kiss, enthralled by the image of his cock buried in Xiaodan as they did.

Zidan then bent back down to him, kissing Remy with no less fervour, while Xiaodan began to move her hips atop him. 

As she’d asked of him, Zidan then laid Remy’s head to one side and positioned himself in front of his face, kneeling on the mattress. With a relish that surprised himself, Remy opened his mouth for Zidan’s cock once more and moaned as the man - somehow already rock hard again, the bastard - thrust into him.

Xiaodan gasped and yelped her pleasure as she rode Remy, sliding up and down his hard length, using him to her utmost delight. 

Remy strained against his bindings with the urge to use his hands, though he wasn’t sure where he’d even put them if he could. He wanted to hold Xiaodan’s thighs, knead her breasts, stroke her clit while she bounced on him, no less than he wanted to squeeze Zidan’s balls, grab his ass, hold him by the hips as he drove himself into Remy’s mouth again and again.

Remy choked and coughed as Zidan fucked his face, any objection or discomfort outweighed a hundredfold by the thrill of being used by both of them at once, by having each of them take their pleasure from his body while he could neither resist nor reciprocate, bound and controlled as he was. 

Malekh pinched and twisted his nipple, harder this time, with his cock deep down Remy’s throat, muffling the cry that the sensation tore out of him. Xiaodan’s nails scored his abdomen, adding layers of pain and pleasure that addled his brain in the best of ways. The heady mixture only intensified his growing need to relive the ecstasy that the two vampires had shown him the other night. 

“Zidan…,” Remy gasped, sounding hoarse, the next time the man let him up to breathe. “Bite me. Take my blood. I want… I want to…” 

His words trailed off, but Zidan needed no further encouragement. He shifted downwards, let Remy feel his teeth and tongue on his skin, teasing him, making him shiver with anticipation.

“Do it,” Remy pleaded, his voice a whimper. “ Fuck, Zidan, I need you to…” 

Zidan’s fangs pierced the skin of his chest, just above the nipple. Remy cried out. 

Euphoria flooded him. The indescribable pleasure of his life’s blood rushing out of him and into the mouth of his willing lover somehow distinct from the sexual, sensual contact of Xiaodan’s atop him. Two different pleasures intermingling, each overwhelming in its own right. Through half-lidded eyes he barely processed that Xiaodan bit the side of Zidan’s palm as he offered it to her, so he could then present his bleeding hand to Remy without lifting his own mouth off of him. 

Greedily, Remy lapped at the vampire’s blood, drinking him in and losing himself in pure ecstasy. 

Xiaodan started moving on him again. He saw her touch herself as she watched her two lovers drink each other’s blood, riding him to her climax. Remy moaned in blissful abandon, overwhelmed beyond purely sexual pleasure. Xiaodan shook and shuddered atop him, crying out as she came. 

The sight of her getting herself off on him, the sensation of all her lower muscles squeezing his cock as she reached her peak, were enough to send him tumbling over the edge of release. He spent himself deep inside of her, gasping for air as his mouth lifted off Malekh’s hand like he had been about to drown. He convulsed with the still unfamiliar intensity of orgasm aided by the aphrodisiac properties of vampire blood, his entire body shaking and spasming in his restraints even as Zidan lifted his mouth off him, licking at a few escaped droplets of blood.

Chapter 3

Belatedly, Remy realized that tears had formed in and fallen over the corners of his eyes, wetting his temples as he lay there, utterly dazed, tremors still racking his body even as minutes passed. 

Zidan was sitting upright now, had kissed Xiaodan with the taste of Remy’s blood still on his lips. Both of them now looked down at him, spent and drained. 

Xiaodan slid off of him and placed gentle kisses all over his chest, his stomach. 

Zidan loosened the cords that bound Remy and propped himself up between him and the bed’s headboard. 

Remy felt the hard form of Zidan’s arousal at his back, and caught himself - even in this haze of elation - with the desire to take care of that for the man. 

“Remy…” Xiaodan said, sounding breathy in her own post-orgasmic languor. She was drawing a fingertip along his thigh. If Remy didn’t know any better, he would have called her expression sheepish, almost apologetic. Then he realized why and let out a soft chuckle. 

“I would hardly deny you my blood, Xiaodan,” he said softly as he leaned back into Zidan’s body. 

“I worry that we’re asking too much of you,” she admitted, holding his gaze. 

Remy reached out a hand to gently touch her face. 

“Don’t forget that your blood strengthens me in turn,” he said with a weak grin. “And also that I’m a resilient bastard and that I’ve made a promise that I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” 

Xiaodan kept trailing kissing over him, taking no heed of the sweat, blood and semen drying in different places on his body. 

“Are you certain?”

“I am. I want to see what it’s like, when I’m…”

He gestured helplessly down at himself, where his cock lay limp and spent. He suspected she would not be able to rouse him again so soon but there was a wicked curiosity in that thought as well. 

Xiaodan arranged herself between Remy’s legs and languidly kissed the inside of his thigh. Zidan reached a hand around from behind Remy and held his jaw in place, kissing the side of his neck. 

Feeling perplexingly safe in Zidan’s grip, Remy nodded eagerly when Xiaodan pressed her thumb into a spot on his inner thigh and asked “Here?”. 

The sharp prick of her fangs in the sensitive skin there was no less exquisite, the rush of blood flowing between him and her no less mesmerizing. And to his alarm and his surprised delight, he felt arousal pooling anew somewhere deep within him even as he’d thought himself depleted. 

When Xiaodan rose from him, she let herself sigh, head tilted back, open mouthed, Remy’s blood smearing her fangs, the sight enticing him in ways he did not dare to articulate. 

“Come here,” Zidan asked of his betrothed a moment later. She leaned in towards him, over Remy in between them. Malekh bit her, just between her shoulder and her collarbone. He sighed, moaned in deep pleasure as he drank from her, then motioned for Remy to take his turn. 

He shifted to kneel in front of her. The heady taste of Xiaodan’s blood filled Remy’s mouth as he drew and swallowed, eager and hungry despite himself. He felt the restorative energy move through his body in an almost tangible way. He groaned at her sweetness on his tongue, at the undeniable lust he still found within himself. 

Zidan’s hands roamed his body as Remy stayed latched onto Xiaodan’s neck, caressing and massaging, innocently caring at first but growing bolder and more demanding as Remy sighed out his pleasure. 

He let his own hands wander over Xiaodan, firmly held her buttock with his left while his right cupped her breast. She was so beautiful, so perfect, that it made him ache. Even the ridged and damaged tissue of the vast scar on her chest, he could not see as anything but part of her perfection. Remy lifted his mouth off her bleeding shoulder and kissed her lips instead, his tongue flicking over her fangs. He bent to kiss her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. 

From behind him, Malekh ran his hands up and down Remy’s thighs. Remy could not stifle a small gasp as he felt the man’s erection against his backside. 

“Only what you want, Remy,” Malekh murmured against his shoulderblade, sensing the conflicted fear and desire as Remy’s mind easily went to an act they had not tried yet. Just as easily, Remy realized that he very much wanted this to happen as well. 

“What I want,” he grunted, turning his head to one side to address the man behind him, “is for you to fuck me, Zidan.” 

Malekh’s fingers dug into Remy’s thigh with barely contained need. Remy was beyond being shocked at his own words, his own easy admission of desires that he would have shamefully sunk into the ground for only a few weeks ago. Beyond any fear that either Zidan or Xiaodan would do anything to him here in this bed that he did not already ache for. 

Zidan reached for the oil bottle on the nightstand once again and prepared himself, on his knees behind Remy. Xiaodan pulled Remy into a kiss while her betrothed generously lathered Remy’s rear in slickness, readying him with the tip of one finger, then two. 

“I’ll go slowly, Pendergast,” Zidan said in his ear, but Remy could hear the desperate craving in the man’s voice, the undeniable yearning to take exactly what Remy offered. 

Xiaodan, kissing Remy again, reached down underneath his legs as he knelt and brought her fiance into position, aligning the tip of his oil-sleek cock with Remy’s entrance. 

Remy gasped, made himself take a steadying breath, as the head of Zidan’s cock slid into him, stretching him wide. He kept his eyes locked with Xiaodan’s as he adjusted to the novel sensation, felt his tight muscles stretch to accommodate Zidan’s girth. 

“Are you alright?” Xiaodan asked and Remy nodded, then groaned as he lowered himself further, carefully taking Zidan into him an inch and a deep breath at a time, only briefly withdrawing to apply more oil. 

Xiaodan whispered gentle praise and encouragement to him, while Zidan stayed very still and let Remy control his own pace as he settled fully onto Zidan’s cock. He heard a strange yelp from his own lips as he began to move. Xiaodan reached downwards and found him soon growing hard once more, stroking Remy’s shaft while he grew more confident in his motion on Zidan’s. 

Malekh carefully guided his hips now, still letting Remy set his rhythm, but brushing fingers and lips over every inch of Remy’s skin he could reach. 

“You’re doing so well, Remy,” Xiaodan muttered to him, holding Remy’s erection in her hand as he valiantly fucked himself on her fiance’s cock, increasingly at ease with this unfamiliar invasion of his body. Heat rose to his cheeks, all of him growing warm with both the exertion and the undeniable pleasure. The sound of Zidan’s moans from behind him made Remy want to bend over and let the vampire have his way with him. 

With a moan of her own, Xiaodan laid back on the bed and looked up at her two lovers. 

“I want him inside of me too, Zidan,” she muttered as she urged Remy towards her. Remy shifted, Zidan slipping out of him while he positioned himself over her. A hand on his own cock, rigid once more, he guided himself towards her. Xiaodan let out a high pitched moan as Remy sank into her with one deep stroke, finding her slick and ready. 

“Can you take us both at the same time, Pendergast?” came Malekh’s voice from behind and Remy nodded eagerly and reached behind himself to encourage the man closer, briefly thinking to himself that if he couldn’t, he’d at the very least die in absolute bliss. 

Remy cried out when Zidan pushed his way into him all at once, the stimulation almost overwhelming him. Almost . 

“Fuck,” Remy gasped, then amended, “me.” 

Somehow, the three of them found a rhythm together, carefully at first as Remy yelped with the overflow of sensation that came every motion they made. Xiaodan and Zidan held him in place between them, supporting his weight, allowing him to find his balance.

Xiaodan lifted her legs up on either side of him, allowing him to sink deeper into her. He picked up his pace in response, even though he knew Zidan matching this new rhythm would push his limits. Remy welcomed it, wanted it. 

He heard himself wail in pitches he had not known himself capable of as Zidan slammed into him again and again, receiving him hungrily on his cock with every thrust of Remy’s hips in and out of Xiaodan underneath him. 

She locked her ankles behind Remy’s back, holding him and pulling him into her, her breath hitching. Remy halted in his motion, thinking to catch his own breath, but Zidan did not grant him a break. Buried deep inside Xiaodan, Remy held onto her and screamed into the mattress beside her as Zidan sped up, fucked him hard and deep and fast enough that Remy was fairly certain a human man could not possibly have kept up with it. 

The slapping noise of flesh against flesh was obscene enough that Remy suspected he could get himself off to the memory of it for a solid year after this. Xiaodan pulled him so close with her legs that it hurt, her nails scratching at his back. 

He sucked in air in uneven gasps, overwhelmed on the edge of too much but entirely unwilling to signal Zidan to slow down even slightly. This was what he wanted, what he had fantasized and wondered about in all those moments where he’d let his conscious mind slip towards imagining what Zidan might do to him if he let him. To be put to raw, violent use between the two insatiable vampires, and loving every second of it, every glorious, relentless thrust of Zidan’s, every perfectly lovely yelp of Xiaodan’s while she held him in place with no less force, no less determination. 

When he reached his peak for the third time that day, it was with a low, bestial roar. All of his internal muscles clenched around Zidan as he exploded inside Xiaodan. 

He collapsed on top of her with no strength left in him, breath coming in hoarse, guttural gasps. He was trembling, and none of his limbs appeared to heed his control. He was muttering to himself, aimlessly swearing because words that made sense were too much to ask at this moment. Zidan slid out of him and let him roll onto one side, bending over him with mild concern. 

“I’m fine,” Remy panted, exhausted to a degree he had not thought possible from sex alone, “I just can’t… I am done. Please, I can’t… ” 

“Oh dear,” Xiaodan said, slightly out of breath herself, “I think we’ve overtaxed our dear Reaper.” 

Zidan shifted closer to Xiaodan and lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder. 

“I’m sure he won’t mind merely watching, then.” 

Of course , Remy thought, as far as his mind was still capable of coherent thought. The two of them were not yet done and keeping his eyelids open was the absolute limit of participation he still had in him by now.  

Malekh lifted Xiaodan‘s hips off the bed and lined himself up with her, entirely unperturbed that Remy‘s spendings were dripping over her thighs.

“How rude of him to leave you so unsatisfied,“ Zidan purred.

Remy huffed with something like protest, but was quickly distracted from the provocation as he watched Zidan sheathe himself inside his betrothed. 

The two of them began to move in harmony, in perfect familiarity, more an elegant dance than the primal, desperate rutting of a moment before. 

When Zidan reached down to  Xiaodan’s front, her response was almost instantaneous, Zidan obviously pressing her buttons with an implicitness only made possible by decades of learning to play each other’s bodies like the most delicate instrument. 

She softly cried out under the delicate touch of his fingertips on her clit while he took her. Remy watched their bodies move in fascination, in admiration of their unison, a part of him still envious even as most of him was elated that these two beautiful people had for some reason decided to let him be part of their union in this way. 

Xiaodan reached a hand towards Remy, squeezed his fingers in hers as her pleasure rose to a crescendo. Zidan’s watched his beloved come undone under his touch with love and adoration written plainly on his face, his expression more vulnerable and raw than Remy had ever seen. 

To Remy’s surprise, Zidan’s eyes met his then, and his features remained as they were, looking on him with some of that same affection. Remy sucked in a breath, heat high in his body even though he merely lay there and watched. 

Zidan pressed his lips to the inside of Xiaodan’s raised leg as he too reached his peak, moaning softly against her skin while he thrust deeply into her one last time, the muscle in his thighs twitching as he spent himself. 

Remy realized he’d held his breath in sympathy, taking part in their gratification even as a mere onlooker. Perhaps that was a side effect of the blood shared between them, or perhaps it was merely his addled mind imagining things. 

Zidan gently lowered Xiaodan’s hips back to the bed, and the couple turned toward Remy once more.

Together, Xiaodan and Zidan lifted him back onto the pillows, right side around in the massive bed. He fell into the soft cushions gratefully, sweatily, and utterly, completely drained.

“Aaah,” he sighed, his breath only now returning to some semblance of a regular rhythm. “ Fuck.“

Notes:

Thank you for reading!

I kept this as close to canon compliant as possible, so since this scene is briefly recapped after the fact, that meant Remy had to finish three times, the last time in that position while fucking both of them at the same time, and that Xiaodan and Zidan had to give him a show afterwards, after which he falls into the pillows, panting. The text also mentions that he’s pleasantly sore and that “they had asked much of him and he’d submitted, just as he’d wanted.”
That’s also why the story ends a bit abruptly where it does, because that’s precisely where the actual book jumps in again.

I hope you enjoyed it! Remember to tell all your friends about Silver Under Nightfall, because this book is so unbelievably underrated and the fandom so far consists of like three cats in a trench coat.
Know that comments and kudos are hugely appreciated.

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PS: Yes I had them go from anal to vaginal sex, because they’re undead and I’ve decided they don’t need to worry about infections and bacteria. Do not try that at home as a living human person.

Notes:

Update: See here for my attempt at illustrating this scene (nsfw image, obviously) https://archiveofourown.org/works/53918371

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Silver Under Nightfall