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The Old Motel ( demy x DigitalSiren )

The difference between the two Arthur's was startling. This wasn't the first time she'd noticed it, but she felt far more vulnerable now.

When he frowned, Bree looked away. Was it possible for the one side of him to want her... and the other to not? Goddess, did she care? She didn't like this side of him! It hurt though, to think it was true. That for once, she wasn't high or in need of a fix and she'd willingly come to his bed... He was her choice. Bree had wanted Arthur. Not as payment, not because of any reason beyond desire.

His hand didn't move and her treacherous body had reacted with the need he had slowly stoked in her. "Your hand is still there!" It was a poor defense to be sure...

Grumpy, Arthur gave into her body's demand and she bit her lower lip, face still turned away from him. The touch made her want to whimper...

She didn't want to give him that sound... It wasn't his. It was the sweet Arthur's.

Goddess, he would actually drive her insane. They were the damned man!

His fingers didn't stop though, coaxing a sweet sound from Bree. The moan shocked her, though, in truth it wasn't that odd considering.

Her cheeks were flushed as she looked back at him.

Honestly, when he'd "come to" Bree had expected him to stop, if he didn't... Would they? She still liked Arthur, knew that inside him however deep.. he liked her.
 
She was the type of girl the vampire would have been attracted to back when he partook in such things. There was a sweetness there. Arthur was not a man of sound mind. Some days were better than others, though it was more often some moments.

If there were other options Arthur would have sent her away.

A tangled web.

That was what they were wrapped in. Bunny would not let the girl simply leave and Arthur was perhaps a little too soft in his old age. Things would be resolved eventually, and the vampire suspected a bloody end...

perhaps indulging them both for the time being was a more merciful course of action.

Arthur applied a little more pressure, those slow circled becoming tighter. He pale finger dipping down every once and awhile to test her depths. When Bree was finally wet enough, he would slip that finger inside until it was knuckle deep.

His thumb picking up the attention to her clit.
 
The battle within the vampire was lost on her as she fought her own. What had started had been consensual, her sweet Arthur had met her every step. The man touching her now, while the same almost seemed to have no desire to continue what he'd started.

However, he didn't stop. Arthur pushed it further as he slowly drew Bree to the point of soft pants as his fingers and thumb coaxed her body further. Gasping when his finger slid into her molten heat. Whimpering as his thumb began to tease her once more.

Shifting on the bed, Bree's face rose to meet his once more. She'd be damned if this was one sided... The question was would this version of Arthur allow what she wanted to do next?

Her hand moved, rising between his legs, rubbing at him, as if testing the waters. She half expected him to pull her hand away from him.

Would her life be like this from now on? Bouncing between the two sides of Arthur and trying to figure out what each wanted?

They had already decided she couldn't leave... And honestly Bree hadn't considered that Arthur would hurt her. Not really...
 
Arthur was pooling all his focus into the task at hand. The vampire’s brow gaining a small crinkle, fingers playing along to the sweet little body that was so receiving of the attention. A second finger nudged along her heat.

Bree was a enticing creature. It was a reluctant realization but one the man was growing to accept-

A hand rubbed over the man’s slacks

It was unexpected. The vampire stiffened sharply, his fingers stilling. He was left sputtering at the human woman currently attempting to engage with the man currently fingering her. Arthur was not used to being touch.

Why was she?!

There was a stirring. A hardening of flesh. The vampire choked a little, expression growing skittish as his cock seemed to wake up under the young woman’s hand.

He had not been intending to allow his own pleasure.
 
Arthur was a confusing creature. He'd been very intent on at least finishing what they had started, on her end at least. Biting her lower lip Bree had touched him, seeing if he was receptive. The way his body seemed to stiffen made her question it, but he didn't pull her hand away.

She felt his body react even as he seemed to be confused by how his body betrayed him.

Should she stop? Honestly she didn't know. His body clearly was enjoying the touch. She didn't want to stop... That much she knew.

Her hand shifted and slipped past the button of his pants. Bree was moving slowly enough that Arthur could stop her.

"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice was soft, as her fingers toyed with the top of his underwear. Yes and she'd pull her hand away... no and her hand would find it's target without hesitation. The ball was in his court in her eyes.

Beautiful cornflower blue eyes holding his glittering black ones. The tips of her nails playing against his stomach, a teasing touch as she waited.
 
Her hand was a wandering thing, slipping past the buttons of the vampires’ slacks and under the cloth. Arthur wore a simple pair of briefs. He did not remember when he started wearing such things though sometimes lacked the memory of dressing.

Arthur often detested how reliant he was on the hive, how reliant he was on Bunny allowing him to stay.

The tension in the vampires was something waiting to snap. A twitch going through his form at her innocent enough question. The girl’s fingers tips brushing along sensitive flesh.

"I-" Arthur sputtered looking into her eyes. "N-no."

There was a touch of uncertainty in the mans voice but his cock felt like a dog being called to attention. The length already hardened at the promise of touch.
 
She had no idea the thoughts that passed through the vampire's mind. How he disliked having to rely on others. She'd be someone to rely on, if he took advantage of her offer. Though, the Arthur now had snapped at her when she'd dared to offer. She wouldn't be like the hive though, she would consider his wants and desires... Not treat him like he was a bother or someone, something to put up with.

His eyes held her own, her hands gently stroking the softness of his skin when he spoke. Biting her lower lip she nodded.

Slowly, giving him time to stop her... change his mind, her hand lowered until her fingers brushed the velvet steel of his cock.

Bree had always marveled at how soft something so hard could feel. Fingers circled him and she gently stroked along his shaft, watching him carefully.

After a moment, she shifted, hand pulling free though just for a moment as her hands went to his pants. She paused, clearly allowing him to say no. To stop her. If he didn't he'd soon fin them unbuttoned and his simple briefs following, slipping down his narrow hips.

Her eyes shifted then, as her hand circled him once more, watching as she stroked him.
 
It was all proving a little overwhelming for the old vampire. The girl’s hand was a red hot poker, slipping down and wrapped around his semi-erect cock. Arthur choked when it gave an eager little twitch. The length hardening to the point of discomfort. A tingle trailing up the man’s spine.

Why did she want to do this?!

Arthur looked down into her face, eyes sharp as took in every little iota of expression. Was it simply to manage him?

The loss of contact brought about a small hiccup from the lean vampire. His expression crinkling into a frown. She was working at his pants now, dragging the fabric down until his eager length popped free.

Arthur closed his eyes and shuddered violently enough to jiggle the bed.

He was not an overly large man, the length narrow and more curved.

God, her hand was warm. Soft. Arthur could feel her gaze burning a hole into his face, he might have withdrawn into himself but found it entirely impossible. The man’s own fingers still lay buried in his unexpected lovers warmth but he did not have the mind to do anything with them at the moment.

A little bead emerged from his cock, the tip glistening.

They had barely gotten started and Arthur already felt the dusty feelings of released coming up upon him. How pathetic.
 
Whatever swam behind those dark eyes, Bree didn't know. It might have been easier for Arthur had he simply asked her why.

It was never her intention to manage him or anything more than the purest of reasons. She liked the vampire... He'd protected her and even doted on her in a way; something Breeanna was almost sure was uniquely his way.

Her smile was softly, his reactions almost charming. While she couldn't remember the last person she'd been with for the simple desire of wanting that person, it seemed her surly vampire hadn't been with someone in a while either.

Stroking him, Bree shifted, brushing her lips against his. He may have been the grumpy Arthur...

Her hand captured that little bead, using it as she stroked him.

Little did he know she wouldn't mind if he came before she had... Assuming he'd still help her. Nipping at his lower lip, a demand and a request from him to open up for her once more.
 
Arthur felt a shift before the warm kiss.

Soft lips ghosted lightly over his own, an invitation that was quickly turned into demand. The little minx showing her insistence with a little nibble. The vampire scowled under the tender affection. His hips twitching sharply as her hand wrangled his aching cock.

This girl was going to kill him anew.

He gave into her request. A soundless sigh of reflected in his body sagging. The vampire was a actually a little tentative, but tilted into the kiss. The warmth of the girl’s mouths making him grunt.

A pressure was building, the man grasped at the girls hips a little desperately.

His wet fingers digging into the soft fresh. The vampire was suppressing low groans, his body gaining a jerking shudder. Arthur pulled himself away suddenly, turning into the bed when all at once his cock burst-

The vampire smothering a strangled yelp in the mattress.

A quick shot of seed dribbling into whatever was in range, inevitably ending up on the bed spread. The tension in back curving his spine sharply, the man now half up onto his hands and knees.

β€œΠ±Π΅Π·ΡƒΠΌΠΈΠ΅.” He heaved.
 
That thought alone might have given Bree pleasure; knowing that she might kill him anew.

When he opened to her, her tongue danced into his mouth. Less shy this time, she carefully avoided his fangs. A skill that would come with ease in time, should this continue. Whatever this was between the pair.

She leaned into him as he pulled at her, her hand still stroking him. She felt it in her hand even as his body gave a shudder. Pulling away she leaned away, watching him. As he came suddenly, his seed streaked along her thighs.

The bed beside him shifted and she was on her knees next to him. Lips brushed his shoulder, trailing kisses. Bree was trying to comfort him as he reverted back to Russian.

"English Arthur" Her voice was soft and even perhaps a bit amused at his reverting back to his native tongue.

Her hand moved towards his hair, stroking through it gently as she turned his face towards hers. Cornflower blue eyes searched his.
 
The girl’s kisses were like butterflies. Gentle. Arthur scrubbed a hand across his face, forehead digging into the old mattress. Her touch was more calming than the frazzled man would like to admit. A echo of pleasure making him shudder violently-

"English." Arthur snorted loudly.

The girls soft order striking a chord of amusement in the vampire.

A touch drew him away from the old sheet, the girls other hand petting him. Arthur was quite used to being treated like an animal that needed calming, the actions grating on what dignity the man might have had left. A glance into her bright blue eyes smoothing these bitter feeling over.

The grumpy Arthur was still in the present, though he might have wished to hand the circumstances over.

It was more control than he had.

"Why?" He finally grumbled, pulling away enough so that his lanky form could drew itself up into a slumping seated position. Arthur looked down with a frown. He was in a state.
 
Bree snorted softly and sat beside him as he pulled away. She could feel as the strings cooled on her bare thighs, though she didn't bother yet brushing them away. "I don't speak Russian" was Bree's simple response. "Or do you mean why did I touch you?" A brow lifted.

Her hands had fallen away when he'd sat up and only her eyes had remained touching him. Sighing, lashes lowered, shielding her eyes from view. "You make liking you hard when you're so grumpy"

She'd wanted to finish as well, but perhaps now wasn't the time. Leaning into him, her lips brushed his cool cheek. "Would you escort me to the bathroom?" She shifted along the bed, rising to her feet.

A tug felt beneath him. The bedspread that now bore his seed, much like she did. "I went earlier alone and... I'd rather not have a repeat experience"

If allowed she'd pull the sheet from under her, fully intending to wear it rather than her clothes to the bathroom. A shower and then food... He'd eaten.. She had not.
 
It was not the answer to the right question. Arthur could not bring himself to ask a second time. The girl’s actions would remain confusing and quite vexing to the grumpy vampire. It was a personal hell. A scowl was the only response she got to her rather direct statement.

He had not been attempting to win the girls favor, though now he felt rather annoyed by her dismissal-

It seemed she was done with him for the time being.

Arthur got up from the bed with a jerking promptness. The pointed tug coaxing action. The feeling of incompetence irking. The vampire started to figet, only to direct his frantic fingers into righting his clothing and cock.

"Very well." He stated numbly.

The mans back had got rather ramrod straight. He gave the girl a moments consideration before offering a bent elbow in her direction. Arthur might have pushed for the girl to get dressed if not the certainty they had been overheard.

He waited for Bree to accept the gesture before sweeping them out the door.
 
Bree tried and likely failed to contain her annoyance at Arthur. The bedsheet free she just held it in her hands and looked at him.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice was confused, Arthur making her mind swim. "You didn't want to touch me and you allowed me to touch you. You pull away, which tells me you don't want the contact further. I relented. Now you're" She motioned at him.

There was anger there and a sort of sadness. His emotional roller-coaster was dizzying to say the least.

Pulling the cloth around herself, she tucked an end of the bedspread under the length of it, wrapped around herself and took his arm.

It did occur to her that others had heard them. Lucky for Bree.. she would have been mortified.
 
The girl’s words had rankled him.

The confusion in the girl mirroring his own. Arthur was working off impulse, instinct and some vaguely remembered concept for what was proper. It was a frustrating mixture that left the old vampire ill at ease. The girl was not better off

Not knowing how to respond Arthur so stayed silent.

The hallway was quiet. The vampire relaxing when no one emerged to greet. His escort was that of a proper gentleman in an age past. Arthur holding perfect posture, while keeping the girl at a proper distance.

The creak of a door had him pausing, his hand coming up to press atop her own.

His eyes were glittering beetles. A moment later a small thud had Arthur proceeding, shuffling them both into the bathroom before shutting the door snugly. Someone had wanted a glance at them...

Arthur suspected who.

"Take your time." He told her dryly, settling on the toilet. It was a classic motel bathroom, nothing fancy though the water pressure was good.
 
Left without an answer neither the vampire or human female were in a particularly good mood as they made the way from the room and into the long dark hallway.

She didn't question the way in which he guided her nor when they paused. She didn't look around, to see who had had come into the hallways.. not that she would have been able to see them or recognize any but one of the other three... no four vampires she'd met so far.

When they started again she welcomed the bathroom as it came into view. Though as he closed the door firmly, his body on this side she bit back another sound of annoyance.

Bree considered for a moment asking him to wait on the other side, but decided better of it. Slipping the bedsheet from her body she stood naked folding the length of it. Yes, it needed to be washed... but she'd also need it to get back to his room.

Slipping into the shower she turned the faucet on and fiddled with it until the water was warm. The curtain was pulled closed and she pulled the little knob, forcing the water to come out from the showerhead.

Closing her eyes she stepped under the spray.

It would be a few moments before she spoke again. "Have you decided what you will do about me?" The question was soft. Bree understood enough to know her fate rested in his hands.
 
"What is there to be done with you." Arthur retorted in an exasperated tone. "Shy of killing you or keeping you." There were really not other solutions, and both sounded unnecessarily messy and complicated. The vampire had settled for handling events as they came to pass, he did not have the mind to plan.

The sound of the water was calming

He could pick out the sound of it bouncing off the young woman’s body and down into the basin below. There was a little modesty between them at this point. Arthur had tasted the girl, touched the girl and clearly upset her.

Arthur surged up from the toilet. His lanky form prowling the small bathroom like a caged animal. He could have waited outside but the invited coming upon the others. The bedroom was too far away.

"You did not finish." He finally hedged. Another matter that bothered him considering his own release. Arthur liked to think he had better manners.
 
A sigh left her at his answer. She knew it was just the two options and honestly, she wasn't a fan of either; if she had to pick, the choice was obvious. She'd prefer to be a pet and alive than free and dead... At... least... she thought so.

Eyes closed, Bree tried to just enjoy her shower. The water was hot and soothed the aches from her body due to her sleeping on the floor.

She had planned on finishing herself and then Arthur had followed her in. It begged the question exactly when would she have privacy for such things?

The silent pacing of the man was not known and she had almost forgotten he was there until he spoke. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked towards the curtain that separated them. "I did not" The reply was hesitant.

Pulling the curtain back some, hair like molten rose gold lay tight across her head and plastered along the thin line of her neck. Visible as well were the delicate fang marks. Cornflower blue eyes met his dark ones and she offered a small smile. "It's okay..." Inhaling softly she shook her head. "I don't want it to be an obligation."

She let the shower curtain swing closed and spoke softly as she began to wash herself in truth. "I wanted to be with you, it's.. why I was" There was a clear shyness to her tone and she cleared her throat. "I haven't really had much say in who I slept with for some time"

Saying it out loud sounded awful and in truth it was, but... Hell... "You were sweet and kind.. and well I like you. So I wanted to..." Goodness this was pathetic, she was pathetic.
 
Arthur paused in his relentless pacing.

His dark eyes catching the gaze of the young woman. Little droplets of water slide down her soft flesh, the vampire easily becoming fixated on the marks along her neck. Bree was rather a sight. A sight that made the mans spent cock twitch. It was a lazy twitch.

Her words made him feel rather flabbergasted with situation. Arthur tuned in moreover to her pertaining to lack of choice. A frown creased his lips.

There was a heavy sigh from the vampire.

He finally settled down, expression contemplating.

"I have to assume you're referring to my lost time, a usually barely remembered haze." Arthur snorted. "Otherwise, Sweet and kind would be rather poor descriptors of my behaviour." The vampire leaned against the cool ceramic of the sink, arms folded neatly. "There's something so annoyingly familiar about you." He murmured more to himself. A slender hand scrubbing his face.

"I can try to be more-" A pause. "less-" A wave towards himself.

Arthur was not very good at dealing with people.

"What would you like from me малСнькая ΠΏΡ‚ΠΈΡ†Π°?"
 
A small frown pulled at Bree's lips and she shook her head. "You do tend to be nicer when you lose time" her voice was soft and for a moment, she also seemed to contemplate the differences. "Honestly though" Her eyes flickered to his, the edges of her mouth curling up. "I sorta like you even when you are the present you too." It was true, he was grumpy, but it was just another side of him. Who did she remind him of?

That and Arthur was trying. "Less you?" She smiled, quoting a movie he'd likely not seen. "You just gestured at all of you. I have to admit, that would be shame... And I wouldn't want anyone changing for me."

"ΠΏΡ‚ΠΈΡ†Π°" Bree repeated the word. "Means bird, yes?" Duke had told her as much. "I.. want to be safe." It was an honest answer. "I am to be your pet it seems, because the choices are to keep me or let me go"

She seemed a little less happy about this. "Neither of us has much of a choice." Sighing, she let the curtain close. hiding her from view. "I suppose that isn't true. You could kill me."

Rinsing off, the water stopped and a small hand appeared, reaching for a towel. Hand and towel vanishing back behind the curtain.

"I have managed to stay alive this far, even with my fall from grace. So I would very much prefer to not be killed."

Bree opened the curtain, the white towel wrapped about her midsection, her strawberry locks almost pink when wet. "I don't want to be a burden" She shrugged some. "Yet at times I am sure I will be. I am sorry. I offered to help how I could. You didn't seem to like that idea."

Coming to stand before him, she looked up at Arthur. "What do you want from me?" The question turned on him.
 
Arthur had not really seen any movies.

The reference easily slipped over the vampires head. Her question about his language had him pausing, brow crinkling at her sudden understanding. The time she spent with Duke lost while he slumbered. The older man watched her with shallowed eyes, or rather watched the shower curtain up until it opened.

Her hair was a wet nest of loose strands. His dark eyes traced a trailing droplet of water along her collar bone. Arthur looked up when she took a step forward, his lips pursing at the young woman.

So many questions.

"Nothing." He murmured unconvincingly, gaze darting away. "I want nothing."

Arthur scrubbed his hand along his face, turning away from the Bree as he tried to collect himself. Reaching down he gathered up the discarded sheet before straightening.

"We should return to the room if you're done." He advised waiting until she was ready. Arthur guided them back down the hallway quickly, opening the door to his bedroom and motioning her through-

Bunny was perched on his bed.

The older vampire froze watching the seemingly young creature. She smiled at the odd couple, at her side rested a tray with a covered plate.
 
He'd gone from being transfixed by a droplet of water, but soon as she'd moved closer he'd looked away. Breeanna didn't sigh, slowly becoming used to him and his moods.

Well that was a lie, Bree noticed it for what it was, but let it go. The grumpy vampire was starting to seem agitated once more.

"As you say Arthur," had been all she had murmured in response to his saying he wanted nothing.

Nodding she hugged the towel closer. Following back down the darkened hallway, Bree waited till she was stepping into his room to speak, "Could we get my clothing later and my toothbrush?" looking over her shoulder at him.

Arthur had frozen and she looked inwards and swore, hand on her heart. "Holy Christ," gulping air, Bree shifted just inside the doorway, suddenly far more uncomfortable in just her towel.

"Hello.." Her voice was cautious. She knew Bunny was somehow in charge, beyond that, Bree understood very little. What was polite to say? Were manners even needed?

Unrelated, vampires needed to wear bells....
 
Arthur watched Bunny. Bunny watched Arthur. There was extended moment of silence between the watching vampires. The seemingly older man ripe with tension, while the young lady simply smiled. It ended with Arthur looking away.

"I brought you some food-" Bunny chirped, her foot reached out to lightly kick a duffle bag next to the bed. "-and your things Breeanna." The girls tone dripping in a tone that said 'Aren't I nice' to those listening.

Her blue eyes looked around the room.

"Why don't you give us a moment Arthur." She finally requested. Arthur startled but didn't move. Bunny snorted. "I'm not going to hurt her, I just want to talk. Shoo."

The older vampire swayed on the door, dark eyes glancing at Bree before finally he stepped back out of the room and shut the door behind him. his thin hand stayed tense on the door as he waited out in the hallway to be called back in the room.

"Much better." Bunny chirped, patting the bed next to her. "Why don't sit down?"
 
While Breeanna wasn’t aware of the finer points of the new society she found herself in, but the tension that she felt from behind her was palpable. she had no way of knowing held looked away, her attention on the unknown quantity. For better or worse, Bree trusted Arthur.

Blinking she looked towards the bag that had been kicked, β€œOh, um, thank you..” she trailed off for a moment, β€œI was going to ask Arthur for both,” smiling, it was clear that Bree was a little uncomfortable stuck between the pair. She seemed to understand Bunny was higher in the ranking, both from the morning and now, which meant her survival was highly depended on the female.

Her eyes widened at the request, turning to look at Arthur. Bright eyes watched him leave and she couldn’t help feeling less safe than she had been just seconds ago. Turning back to Bunny, she shifted, uncomfortable.

When Bunny petted the bed beside her, Bree looked at the spot, curious how offended Bunny might be that she didn’t want to sit beside her.

Inhaling, she shifted in place before moving to sit beside her. She hadn’t hurt her earlier, Bree hoped now would be the same. Either way, her heart raced a bit.

Unsure what to say, she looked down at her towel, very aware that she was only in the towel suddenly, β€œThank you, again, for my bag,” Bree said after a moment.
 
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