The Deal

The storm raged outside the abandoned manor, rain hammering against the windows, wind howling through the broken shutters. Inside, Adrian and Roy sat across from each other, a single candle flickering between them, casting wicked shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

They weren’t supposed to be here.

But they had come anyway.

Because he had invited them.

The man in black—the one who had watched them from the edge of town, his piercing gaze stripping them bare. The one who spoke in whispers, who promised pleasure beyond anything mortal flesh could bear.

And now, they had to choose.

Roy exhaled, running a hand through his dark, rain-dampened hair. “This is insane.” His voice was rough, low. “We should just leave.”

Adrian smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Then why haven’t you moved?”

Roy clenched his jaw.

They both knew why.

The air in the manor was thick—with heat, with hunger, with something neither of them wanted to name. The presence of him lingered, unseen but felt, curling around them like invisible chains.

He had given them a choice.

Only one of them would submit tonight.

And the other would watch.

Adrian dragged his fingers along the wooden table, gaze locked onto Roy’s. His lips curled. “Scared?”

Roy’s breath hitched. He hated how Adrian looked at him—how his golden eyes dared him, challenged him.

“…You want it, don’t you?” Roy muttered.

Adrian tilted his head, his smirk deepening. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Roy swallowed hard. His blood burned, his pulse pounding in his throat. His body screamed at him to run—but something darker kept him rooted in place.

Because Adrian wasn’t the only one who wanted this.

Roy’s fingers curled into fists. He took a slow breath, then exhaled.

“…Fine.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ll watch.”

Adrian’s grin was pure sin.

Then—the candle blew out.

The room plunged into blackness.

A cold hand caressed the back of Roy’s neck. A voice—silken, inhuman—whispered against his ear.

“Good boy.”

...

The darkness in the manor was not empty.

It was alive.

Roy’s breath hitched as fingers—cold, inhumanly strong—curled around his throat, tilting his head back. He could feel Adrian beside him, could hear his sharp intake of breath, the way his pulse pounded in the silence.

Then—a voice.

Velvet-smooth, deep as the abyss.

“You made your choice.”

Something—someone—moved between them, unseen but felt, a shadow of hunger wrapping around them both. The darkness pressed against Roy’s skin, sent shivers licking down his spine.

Then a soft sound—a sharp gasp.

Adrian.

Roy’s fingers curled against the wooden chair. He couldn't see, but he knew. Adrian was being touched, being taken, right there in front of him.

And Roy was supposed to watch.

A whisper ghosted over his ear. “Listen.”

And so he did.

The rustle of fabric. The low, aching moan Adrian tried—and failed—to bite back. The sound of bodies moving, of a hand gripping flesh, of lips brushing over skin, teeth scraping over sensitive places.

Then—Adrian’s sharp cry.

Roy’s breath hitched. His body reacted before he could stop it.

Adrian’s voice came, unsteady, wrecked. “Roy…”

Roy's fists clenched. “I’m right here.” His voice was hoarse.

A low chuckle purred in the dark.

Roy felt the shadow move closer to him, felt the warmth radiating from Adrian’s body. But still—he was not touched.

Not yet.

"You wanted to watch, didn't you?" the voice teased. Mocking. Knowing.

Roy swallowed hard, every nerve in his body ablaze.

And then—the candle flickered back to life.

The sight before him stole his breath.

Adrian—bare, trembling, his golden eyes half-lidded with lust, his lips parted as if he couldn’t catch his breath. And behind him, wrapped around him like a phantom, was him—the stranger, the demon, the creature that had lured them here.

Pale hands tracing Adrian’s body. Black silk pooling around him. Fangs grazing his throat.

Adrian met Roy’s gaze, his expression unreadable. But his body told the truth.

He was already lost.

And Roy—aching, desperate, shaking—realized something too late.

He could not simply watch.

He would break before the night was over.

Roy’s breath was uneven. His body burned, his fingers twitching against the wooden chair as he stared at Adrian—at what was being done to him.

Adrian knelt on the grand table, bare, his golden skin glowing under the flickering candlelight. His wrists were pinned behind his back by a single pale hand—inhumanly strong—while the stranger, their host, loomed behind him like a dark specter.

He was barely touching Adrian, just tracing his spine, his ribs, his hips, but it was enough. Adrian trembled, his lips parted, his chest heaving.

And his eyes—they never left Roy.

Roy's throat was dry. He shouldn’t want this.

But he did.

The stranger turned his gaze on Roy, eyes dark as an endless abyss. “You made your choice, didn’t you?” he murmured.

Roy gritted his teeth. He had.

He had chosen to watch.

But now he ached.

Adrian moaned as the stranger’s fingers dipped lower, teasing, taunting. Roy saw the way Adrian’s body shuddered, saw the way his lips formed his name—a silent, pleading whisper.

Something inside him snapped.

“I changed my mind,” Roy rasped.

The stranger chuckled. “Too late.”

Roy stood so fast the chair scraped against the floor. “No.” His pulse pounded, his voice hoarse. His eyes locked onto Adrian’s. “I won’t just watch.”

Adrian’s breath caught.

For a moment, the world held its breath.

Then the stranger smirked—and with one sharp tug, pulled Adrian onto his lap. Adrian let out a ragged gasp, his head tilting back onto the stranger’s shoulder, his bare body trembling.

Roy’s vision blurred with need.

The stranger’s voice was smooth as silk. “Then come take him.”

Roy lunged forward.

The candle blew out.

And the night swallowed them whole.

...

The world was black velvet and fire.

Roy felt Adrian before he saw him—felt his body against his, felt the heat of his breath, felt the tremble of his fingers curling into his shirt.

Then—light.

The candle flared back to life, casting flickering shadows across the room. Adrian was in his arms, his golden skin flushed, his chest heaving. His pupils were blown wide, his lips still parted as if he’d been caught in a silent moan.

And behind him, the stranger loomed—a predator in human form.

His pale fingers traced Adrian’s throat, over the delicate pulse that fluttered there. “You say you won’t just watch.” His voice was a low purr, dark as the abyss. “Then prove it.”

Roy’s hands tightened on Adrian’s waist. He was done hesitating.

He tilted Adrian’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. “Is this what you want?”

Adrian’s breath hitched. He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

He surged forward, crashing their mouths together, a desperate clash of lips and heat and years of unspoken tension igniting into something uncontrollable. Adrian moaned into the kiss, his fingers twisting in Roy’s hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.

Roy groaned, tasting him, taking him, claiming him.

Then—a second pair of hands slid up his back.

Roy stiffened as the stranger pressed up behind him, trapping them between him and Adrian. A dark chuckle ghosted against his ear.

“Ah… so eager,” the stranger murmured, his voice like silk wrapping around Roy’s throat. “But do you know what it means to truly give in?”

Roy shuddered, but he didn’t pull away.

Neither did Adrian.

The stranger smirked. “Then let me teach you.”

The candle snuffed out again.

And this time—no one resisted.

The darkness swallowed them whole.

Roy's breath was ragged, his body pressed between heat and ice—Adrian in front of him, trembling, needing, and the stranger behind him, cold hands roaming like a phantom, controlling, claiming.

The stranger’s voice was a whisper of sin against Roy’s ear.

“You thought you had a choice.”

A hand slid down his chest, slow, possessive.

“But you were mine the moment you stepped into this house.”

Roy shivered. His instincts screamed at him to run—but his body betrayed him, aching for more.

Adrian’s fingers dug into Roy’s shirt, desperate, pleading. His breath was hot against Roy’s lips, his golden eyes flickering in the darkness.

“I want this,” Adrian murmured. “I want you.”

Something inside Roy snapped.

He grabbed Adrian’s waist, pulling him flush against him, crushing their mouths together. Adrian moaned into the kiss, his body archingly pliant, his hands clawing at Roy’s back, pulling, needing.

Then—teeth against his throat.

Roy gasped as the stranger’s fangs dragged over his pulse, not biting—just teasing, torturing. A deep, dark laugh rumbled against his skin.

“Oh… you’ll beg soon enough.”

The hands on him tightened. Adrian shuddered in his arms.

And then—pleasure and pain blurred into something inhuman.

The stranger claimed them both.

And neither of them would ever leave.

...

The night devoured them.

Roy gasped, his body burning, trapped between Adrian’s heat and the stranger’s cold, inescapable touch. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

And yet—he didn’t want to.

Adrian clung to him, nails digging into his back, breath ragged against his lips. Wanting. Begging. Needing. His golden eyes were wild, unfocused, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, possessed.

And then—a sharp pain at Roy’s throat.

His entire body locked up as fangs finally sank into his flesh, piercing deep, tearing past his resistance, pulling something out of him that could never be given back.

Roy moaned, his head tilting back, his entire world erased by fire and pleasure. The stranger drank from him, slow, agonizing, savoring every drop like a beast who had waited far too long to feast.

Roy’s knees nearly gave out.

Adrian kissed him then—sloppy, desperate, pulling him back, grounding him even as they both trembled under the stranger’s grip.

“You feel it, don’t you?” the stranger murmured against Roy’s throat, his voice thick with hunger. “The bond forming. The surrender taking root.”

Roy shuddered, chest heaving, his entire body alight with something dark and unnatural.

The stranger’s cold fingers traced Adrian’s throat next, tilting his chin up. “And you,” he purred. “You already belong to me.”

Adrian gasped as the fangs found him next.

His back arched, his lips parting in a breathless moan, body shaking as the stranger claimed him completely. Roy watched—unable to look away, unable to stop himself from reacting, needing, throbbing with raw desire.

Their fates were sealed now.

They were bound to him.

To this house.

To this night.

Forever.