#phanpetua

Phantom dismissed the sounds Haze was making as reactions to the film they were watching. It wasn't until he turned to make a comment about the CGI to V that he discovered that the two of them were not even remotely paying attention. A thigh was draped over V's lap, and his face was somewhere lost in Haze's wild, inky hair. Phantom ran through a plethora of emotions at once: annoyance, anger, jealousy, abandonment, and arousal. Weren't they all supposed to be hanging out after all? 

"Should I just turn this off then?" he asked, when the feeling of dejectedness won over all else. 

Silence. 

"Hey! Assholes!" He slapped an open hand on V's shoulder, and Phantom convinced himself in that moment that there was no way the sound that V made was a moan, but when the two of them broke apart to stare at him like ravenous wolves, he wasn't so sure. 

"Sorry, did we ruin movie night?" asked Haze in a thick voice that made Phantom want to die all over again. 

"A bit," he complained, crossing his legs. 

V, who was between the two of them, turned to face Phantom, with Haze still draped around him like a smoky stole. "Sorry about that," he said, an equally aroused affect coating his voice. In the dim lighting, Phantom could make out fingerprints and smudges on his chrome mask. His curls were sticking out everywhere, and the sharp smile plastered on his face was almost nauseating. He stared at those fangs long enough not to notice Haze's claws reach forward and clutch his lapels, pulling him into V's embrace. 

Too stunned to think, Phantom let himself be kissed by the other as he felt two pairs of clawed hands move up and down his back, and through his hair. He identified the cool fingers riding up his shirt as V's, as his lips were equally as cold. Haze began to pull on Phantom's hair, forcing his head back and stretching out his neck. V kissed him there, teasing him with his fangs, and forced a whine from him. 

"There's an idea," said V in response to something Phantom did not hear. Before he could begin to ask about who had what idea, he felt his waist being pulled and his thigh pressed against Haze's as the two of them were both straddling one of V's legs. 

Haze grabbed Phantom's outermost wrist, pulling it so that Phantom could face her, and guided his hand between V's legs. The discomfort of the position was quelled when she took her turn to kiss the ghoul. He tasted tendrils of smoke curling inside him as he parted his mouth for her. She firmly pressed his hand in small circles around V's clit while they made out, and Phantom could feel him start to soak through his pants. There was no second guessing that this time he definitely heard him moan. Without Haze's help, he quickened his pace on V, then wrapped his free hand around her waist to grab her ass, encouraging her to grind against V's thigh. Her smoke danced around his lungs as he breathed in her soft moans, his own breath growing heavy as he rolled his hips against V as well.

Haze broke from Phantom, releasing a sweet moan into the air. He opened his eyes, seeing V's face pressed into one of her tits, her cropped t-shirt was now pushed all the way up. He noticed that V was not merely teasing her, he was sucking. A dark liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Phantom caught it with his finger, tasting it for himself. The familiarity of heady quintessence laced her blood, as well as the more exotic bite of air that he felt when she coated his lungs. He buried his head in V's shoulder, now humping him with a need he didn't have before. He didn't know if he wanted to taste Haze next, or if he wanted V to taste him next, but he pacified his own whines by sucking on V's neck and nipping at his earlobe.