OUR FUTURE DAYS

And yet, it was all okay, because Kai knew Chandra would take care of him.

Though, as he felt the spit land upon his tongue, Kai's brow furrowed and his eyelids finally parted to look upon the other. He didn't understand why Chan was grinning like that, but if it made him happy, then it couldn't be so bad, right?

Still wanting to be good for Chandra, despite the subdued reservations he had, he swallowed everything down. Hell, he even mindlessly went so far as to part his lips once more. As subtle as it was, it still showed enough of his tongue to demonstrate that he'd listened.

Despite any possible reservations or confusion he feels in his gut, Kai does really want to be good for Chandra.

He already began to feel overwhelmed by it all, but he wanted to give Chandra whatever he needed. He'd taken so much care of Kai since they'd been rescued from the facility. He'd gone above and beyond for Kai. He's the one who made sure he was never alone and never in pain.

Kai loved him so much.

"Good boy."

In the haze of his own selfishness, Chandra smiled; at least for now, Kai was his. As he stuck own tongue out-- asking for more, it looked like-- it took no effort at all to lean in and curve his own tongue against Kai's before sucking it between his lips. He kissed him long, kissed him dirty, and kissed him with all the silent praise in the world. The hand on his jaw shifted to card through his hair, and not unlike the gentle strokes afforded to the most loyal pet in the world.

Chandra leaned back first, taking Kai with him to coax him to lean all his weight down. He weighed almost nothing, so it didn't matter at all; it was easy to slip his hands into Kai's back pockets, easy to press him flush against himself, and easy to spread his legs so Kai's would spread even wider.

His fingers slid inward, and the tips of them traced the seam between his ass.

"Kai," he purred, pressing another kiss to his lips before nuzzling the side of Kai's nose with the tip of his own. "I'm gonna fuck you, too.

Anne Sexton, Transformations; from 'Rapunzel'

His golden eyes drifted over to the assembled members of the Shepard family. For a moment, he looked at Thomas, so surprisingly sure and happy — but then Jerome's gaze moved to Vincent. He always wondered how the emotional wounds inflicted by the younger twins' absence had affected his husband.

❝This is the first time of significance,❞ Jerome replied, voice suddenly much softer. ❝He departed as soon as he could enlist and was back very minimally after. The time between those visits grew longer and longer, as those things do. Inevitably, he stopped appearing at all. It has been ... many, many years. Hopefully, that makes all of our awe at his appearance — with you and your son, nonetheless — more understandable.❞ Jerome took a long drink. ❝Now, if Justin were to show, Momma Shepard may perish of shock. Thomas is the only individual who has seen Justin since they were eighteen. Even I don't know the details of that ... if you can believe that my knowledge has limitations.❞

"Yeah," Chandra agreed, teeth digging lightly into his lip to resist the big smile he could feel forming. "All of mine and all of yours."

And in that moment, calling Thomas his felt almost like a dirty secret. They weren't like that. They never needed that. And yet his fingers curled lightly into a fist, and his nails scratched the fabric of his trousers on his lap, as if that would offset the pleasure that curled in his stomach. Thomas'd been sleeping in his house, his bed, for quite some time now, eating and drinking and caring for his son. In India they would have been wed ages ago. At any rate it would have happened before Rohan became attached enough to call Thomas "dad" when he was sleepy.

"He was so strange when I met him," Chandra said then. "...lonely, though. But looking at how big the family is I suppose I understand that better now.

"You've been turned, yeah?" Though phrased as a question, Chandra already knew the answer. The drink Jerome had been sipping at was hardly the human staple. "How'd you know you wanted this forever?"

Chandra's whole life was but a piece in the eternal samsara. The thought of anything lasting long enough for an eternity was dizzying.

The drool pooling beneath his bottom lip began to stream lazily downwards, forming connecting lines of bright spit to his heaving chest. Thomas lifted his hands to swipe vainly at them, suddenly self - conscious about just how much was there. In doing so, he blindly removed the palm that had he used to help to keep him steady against the furniture. Thomas' waist slipped lower, and he yelped through his homemade gag. Deeper into Chandra he went, deeper into the desk, deeper into the storm of physical and mental stimuli threatening to devastate him.

Pitifully, Thomas corrected his lack of support by digging his nails into the wood. The creature's other hand moved to Chandra's desk. His fingers pressed together, and Thomas patted the top of it. Once, twice, three times came his insistent motion. It didn't matter that there were still files scattered across the piece — Thomas was begging his lover to be moved fully to the desk ( on his back, preferably ). Thomas just didn't trust his ability to keep himself upright like this ... nor his own damn mouth if he were to spit out the fabric in order to ask properly.

With his red eyes shining feverishly, Thomas whined, high - pitched and piercing. Let me move, he seemed to say, but keep it so I can watch you suck on it, and get me off like you're real good at, and then do whatever you fucking want while I'm laid out like that, and ...

The pop of his mouth as he allowed Thomas' cock to fall from it was obscene, as were the warm huffs of breath that Chandra trailed towards the crease between his groin and thigh.

"Oh, you smell good." Barely any effort and Thomas' back was flat on the surface, edges of random documents crumpling beneath him. Chandra almost wished he got warm enough to sweat-- if his papers smelled as viscerally as Thomas did, maybe he'd spend more time here. "And your cock..."

Both of Thomas' legs were a good weight on Chandra's shoulders, almost offering a guide for his head to move between. Hands on Thomas' waist, Chandra pushed him higher up his desk until he could comfortably smooth his palms along Thomas' back. He lifted his hips, leaned his cheek against the side of Thomas' dick, and as he nuzzled him shamelessly dragged spit and pre-cum over his flushed skin and the neat trim of his beard.

It was affection. It was worship.

Chandra kissed and licked up to the tip, one hand leaving its twin to hold Thomas' erection steady. His tongue delved into the slit, around the head and beneath the crown, and only when Thomas was more relaxed to the touch did he kiss all the way to the base. This way, Thomas' torso made a perfect little incline, dick at the highest point and shoulders to the desk, and Chandra looked down at him in awe as he sucked on the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

And sucked lower, still, until he was pushing his tongue against his perineum.

The kiss Chandra pressed after was firm. One hand curved around Thomas' dick both to stroke him and to make sure it was lifted out of the way of his own gaze. "Taari bhosadi..."

Your pussy.

Connie straightened her back and puffed out her chest. Her bapu's praise meant a good deal to her, particularly since it involved the care of someone as precious as Dad. The girl grinned, exposing her sharp teeth.

❝Payment ?❞ Thomas opened his eyes and looked up at Chandra. He repeated the question to himself — cookies or ice cream — with the knowledge that every mention made Connie bounce higher on her toes in excitement. ❝I say we let her have her favorite, hm ? with how good she's been ? Dad's stash of chocolate - covered Oreos with the sprinkles are in the lower cupboard ... the one she is tall enough to reach.❞

He chuckled as Connie gave up. Unable to stand still any longer at the potential of sharing in such a prized treat, she moved closer. One little hand touched Dad's chest, the other her bapu's knee, and she stared at Chandra with the largest, wettest red eyes that she could muster.

But before he could say any more, there were Connie's little hands, and he was letting his head snap a little quicker to meet his daughter's big, red eyes. He could never resist Thomas when he looked at him in pleading, and despite the much more innocent connotation here, he found that Connie resembled her dad in the worst way now that it took everything to keep his expression schooled into one of calm.

He took in a breath, eyes shutting as he pretended to contemplate the toughest decision on the planet, and then lifted his hand from Thomas' hair. Where their fingers were still joined, he swept his thumb over Thomas' knuckles absently.

Chandra's pinky curled up. "You make me a pinky promise right now that you'll floss after you brush, and you can have that Oreo.

"I'll promise to floss, too." It was one of the only things Chandra hated to do, as far as self-care went, and everyone knew it. The family dentist often shook her head sadly at him whilst Rohan smiled craftily around his lollipop. "You can ask Dad in the morning if I did it right, or else we're having cake for breakfast."

And when at last the promise was made, Chandra watched their little girl go with an openly gentle expression. He looked away only when she was gone, gazing at the man on his lap instead, and tipped Thomas' chin up so he could bend and kiss him, post-puke mouth and all.

With a fond pat to Chandra's thigh, Thomas followed after Connie. He allowed their daughter to lead him to the sofa, where she ordered that he lay down on it. ❝Bapu said you gotta take a break, Dad,❞ she said, quite seriously. ❝I'm your nurse, and I say so, too.❞

Thomas grinned toothily. He accepted her command without complaint, though — he really was spent after that. The vampire laid down on the cushions. Suddenly, Connie appeared with a pillow for his head and blanket for his lower half. Thomas had to resist the urge to laugh again at the realization that she was tucking him in. His red eyes watched her cover his body, up to the top of his stomach. It occurred to him that with his favorite too - big shirts pressed down over his belly that he really did look pregnant now. There was something sweet and fucking terrifying about that.

❝Alright, doll,❞ Thomas said softly, tucking her hair back. ❝— alright. Dad's resting, which means your sister's calming down. See ? You helped me so much.❞

But approaching Thomas where he lay felt right, as did the delicate way he manoeuvred the vampire's shoulders to lift him and take the pillow away. Laying Thomas atop his lap, Chandra took comfort in the physicality of it all. The backs of his knuckles stroked the man's cheek, then drifted a little lower to loosely twine their fingers together.

"I see you've been well taken care of," he said, eyes roving over the neatly lain blanket. The bump of their little Cell was clear with Thomas lying down like this, and the sight of it made Chandra's heart flutter. They chose to have her together... God, it didn't get any more domestic than that, did it?

His free hand played with Thomas' hair again, needy for any sort of stimulation. "You're getting too good at this nurse thing, Con.

❝Thank you, doll,❞ Thomas said softly. He accepted the cup of water from their daughter with a smile. As he straightened, he made sure to angle his body toward Chandra. In this state, he felt safest with his weight distributed between the edge of the sink and his lover's torso. It certainly didn't hurt that Chandra's warmth and the familiarity of his scent soothed Thomas, as well.

The creature swallowed two large gulps. Thomas grimaced at the taste that moved down his throat. He patted the top of Connie's hair gently. She giggled and stepped forward. Connie pressed herself into the side of her father's stomach. A hand touched Thomas' belly — which was still small enough to be hidden by his comfortable, oversized t - shirt.

He didn't, of course. But he did press another kiss to Thomas' greying hair and pretended he didn't feel the bizarre urge to bite it.

His chin landed atop Thomas' head, an arm looping loosely around his shoulders. Below, Connie was giving gentle rubs to the swell of Thomas' stomach, gently chiding her sister with "there's a lot of food out there, I understand-- but it hurts Dad when you puke, you know". Undoubtedly, if Rohan were here instead of cramming for a test in his room upstairs, he'd be barrelling into them just to be included.

Chandra pressed another kiss to Thomas' temple. "Why don't you two take a break in the living room while I clean up?"

His free hand dropped, lightly ruffling Connie's hair in clear affection. Chandra looked down at her from where he'd dropped his chin unceremoniously onto Thomas' shoulder.

If he'd been less numbed from the drugs coursing through his veins, he'd be worried that he was too inexperienced for Chandra to enjoy this.

Granted, if he was more sober, he might have been more resistant because he'd be worried about how Ishani would feel about this.

But the hands held onto him and he felt himself drift further and further into the sweet bliss clouding his mind, he moaned softly and his fingers curled into Chandra's shirt delicately. A part of him, deep and buried with the pain of everything they'd gone through to get them to this point, knew he should stop, but he couldn't bring himself to.

There was touch and there was melding together, and Chandra craved the latter. He pulled Kai towards himself, shameless, until their bodies were one. Here, Chandra made it so Kai's awareness would be full of him: if not the hands on his body, then the tongue defiling his mouth. If not the movement of his lips, then the mingling of their heartbeats.

Already, the irritation Chandra felt earlier was melting away. Kai was pretty and pliant, and so good that Chandra tasted the inside of his mouth in pleasure until he remembered they had to breathe.

(How much could Kai reciprocate like this, so clearly inexperienced? Did it even matter when Chandra just wanted something warm fo stick his dick in?)

"Keep your mouth open," Chandra murmured, and whether Kai listened or not was irrelevant with the thumb that pushed down Kai's lip to coax him agape.

Chandra spit onto his tongue and shivered at the sight: so wanton, so fucking dirty. Then he grinned, lazy and slow.

"Swallow," he murmured, holding Kai's jaw, "and I'll touch you more."