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#32 with dombot!Alejandro, subbot!Rudy, and domtop!m!reader. reader find out Alejandro and Rudy made anonymous porn together before committing to the military

Sure thing dude, this got a bit of drama but it's mostly porn lol. I'm going to be taking reqs until 23:59 of December 1st so ya'll still have +- a day to request one of the remaining prompts. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Finding their OnlyFans account

CW: NSFW, reassuring sex(is that even a thing?), porn videos, riding, oral, cum eating. I wrote Spanish in italics.

The asses match.

Their asses match— is the only thing rolling in your skull, every other thought consumed by the high pitched moans ringing in your ears, your eyes focused not on the three masked sweaty bodies writhing against each other in coital bliss, but on a birthmark on one of their asses.

The same birthmark Alejandro has.

When some random dude texted you 'how does used pussy feel like? They're never going to forget me.' you thought it was a case of the mixed number. But then the guy sent you a series of porn videos and you would have ignored them besides having a chuckle at the shit titles- 'Latino twinks tamed by big cock' -had you not caught sight of a young guy with Alejandro's birthmark riding a cock in the thumbnail.

You ended clicking on the video. You shouldn't have.

One video lead you down a rabbit hole and it was like being a bystander at a car crash- a sort of morbid curiosity keeping you looking but unable to move your body. With their faces covered you couldn't tell their exact ages, but they looked young— no tattoos your fingers would absentmindedly trace, no scars you'd kiss, bodies still lean and soft.

You knew they had a life before you, you had no problem coming into their relationship nor did you think less of them... but it was still jarring at just how enthusiastic they were; legs shaking more than you could ever make them, riding the man and begging for 'more, more, more' like trained porn stars, moans loud and whiny like all the sense was fucked out of their heads, screaming out his name and clutching the bed for dear life.

The more you watch, the more you start comparing yourself with the guy in the videos, insecurity taking little nibbles on your mind for every difference you notice. You feel stupid for feeling this way, but your rational mind feels like it's being pushed through a shredder and you can't stop think—

Rudy's hand settles on your shoulder, rough but warm, and you jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet, eyes wide and phone clutched close to your chest like you'd just got caught looking at boobs in school.

"My life?" Rudy asks, confusion obvious on his face as his hand stays hovering in the air, once inviting but now reminding you of a hangman's noose. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yes!" You snap out on instinct, voice so rough and hard it makes him flinch back. You immediately back off, looking down with shame sitting like a boulder in your chest. "...no, I'm not."

You feel him close the distance, his calloused hands warm and gentle against your cheeks as he tilts your head to place a soft kiss on your lips before making you look at him. "Love, talk to me." He says, soft but firm.

"I...uh-" You shuffle your feet like a child, shoving your phone to him. "-this guy sent me this and... and I know it's you and Ale."

Rudy's eyes widen then narrow, face hard like he's facing off against a narco. He mutters something in Spanish that's too harsh and fast for you to fully understand, but you do catch a "-fucking bastard-" in the middle of it. Then he sighs, reaching down to tug you on sleeve, "Come here, my life."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he pulls you to the living room where Ale's watching football. "Hey, the match is starting, where have you two been?" He asks, but the second he looks at Rudy he's turning the TV off and you're left feeling like a kid at the principal's office while they quickly talk in Spanish.

"Alright," Alejandro breathes out, both of them turning their attention to you. "We may have filmed some pornos before we joined the military." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "That motherfucker that texted you was a guy we'd collab with frequently."

You nod your head, indicating them to keep talking because your own voice fails you. They explain how the guy got too annoying to deal with, feeling entitled to their time and attention and wouldn't leave them alone when they dropped him. He hassles them once in a while.

Once they're done explaining it you stand there, gnawing on your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. Rudy comes closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and your body leans into him like he's a spit of land in a raging ocean. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." It's the best way you can explain the strange combination of emotions and thoughts, the only way.

"If it helps," Alejandro sides up to you, one hand brushing your cheek, "He wasn't the best at sex."

"He was shit." Rudy says simply. "Made us swear off opening the relationship for a while."

A snort of laughter leaps out of your throat, "How bad do you have to be to get you two to swear off it?" You ask,

"He'd jackhammer me like a bull and wouldn't take instructions." Rudy says point blank.

"That's blunt." Another chortle escapes you, the two joining you and it feels good to break the tense atmosphere, like clearing the stagnant water of a pond.

"It's the truth," Alejandro adds, "Couldn't tell you how often we had to fake it." He comes closer to grab and squeeze your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

That makes your brows furrow, and you hate for showing how insecure you are but you can't help ask: "And with me? Do you-" They silence your voice and worry with a barrage of kisses, on your cheeks, your eyelids, brows, nose, and everything between, until you're responding in kind and you're all giggling like kids.

"How about we show you?" Alejandro suggests, smooth saccharine voice making Rudy's eyes darken and your heartbeat pick up. "Yes, my loves?"

You're distracted with hot kisses and firm touches to notice how you end up in the bedroom, only becoming aware of them takes a piece of clothing off along the way when you're sucking a hickey on a new piece of their bodies or when their lips are on yours, teeth nipping at your throat to suck matching hickeys on either sides of your neck while you fiddle with their belts.

You tumble into the wide bed, a mess of limbs that acted in sync like one living creature, your motions slow and firm and real as you slowly stretched out Rudy, your fingers slick with abundant lube and drawing soft, pleased sounds that Rudy moaned against Ale's hard cock. "You look so good, my loves." Alejandro breaths out, braced against the headboard and a pillow under his hips to give Rudy access to his hole.

"So good for me," You hum, insistently rubbing Ruby's prostate with your fingers and stroking his hard cock, your mind getting drunk off the way he tilts his hips into your hand and sighs, his tongue eagerly flicking around Alejandro's rim, letting himself be moved by Ale's hand in his hair to where Ale wants him. "You're squeezing so well around me." You kiss the swell of his ass, getting Rudy to squeeze harder around your fingers to prove your point.

Sliding your cock into Rudy until your balls rest against his makes all of you groan, spreading his walls open so well he moans into Ale's ass. You drape your body over Rudy's pinning him down like you know he loves, your eyes meeting Alejandro's as you pump your cock into Rudy's spasming walls, milking drops of pre with every thrust that has your cock bashing against his prostate.

"Go on, make our sky cum." Ale grins, roughly fisting his cock, mind swimming with pleasure from Rudy's tongue playing at his rim and the sight of you two so disheveled, flushed with heat and eyes hazy. It's his favorite part of sex— getting to see you and Rudy succumb to pleasure, freely giving as much as you take.

You nod, increasing your pace, balls slapping against his and hitting his special spot with the precision of a marksman, bullying your cock inside him until he's whining and moaning your name against Ale's skin, not as loud as he was in the porn video but much more real, body and soul bared to take what you give and you give and give and give until you push him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand and spewing seed on the sheets, pulling you down with him and you don't attempt to pull out, shoving yourself balls deep and flooding his belly with your cum.

You breathe to catch your breath before reaching over to help Alejandro cum too, but he bats your hand away. "No, no, no, I have another idea." He grins, the confident lust in his eyes making you harden up in an instant and you know the second Rudy notices it when he clenches around you, his walls giving a wet creamy 'squelch' around you. "Can you two keep up?"

You let Ale push you onto your back, supporting Rudy's hips and uncaring of your cum dripping down on your face as you swiftly pull him down to sit on your face, tongue darting out to eat him out. "Oh fuck- my love-" Rudy groans and unashamedly grinds his hips into your mouth, your tongue delving deep to scoop out your cum, swallowing it without complaint just to feel his walls quiver pitifully around your tongue.

"So good for us." Ale's quick to kiss him, straddling your hips, holding you by the base as he slinks down, hissing against Rudy's mouth at the burning stretch. He relishes the stretch, the feeling of having his body yield to yours, but more importantly he relishes how perceptive you are even when smothered in Rudy's perfect ass, bucking your hips into Ale's when he tries to rise up so you nail his prostate.

"Fuck-" Rudy whines, switching between your and Ale's names, hands roaming every inch of both of your skin while you continue to eat him out, making him spasm and twitch with overstimulation, his heart flutter at how eagerly you pleasure him, his cheeks and ears burning from just how wet you sound underneath him, your throat and jaw wet with spit and cum.

Alejandro sets a hard pace, hands bracing against your stomach to give him perfect balance to rise his hips until your tip's kissing his pulsing entrance and then dropping down, grounding out a rough "Yes, there-" when you buck your hips up to meet him halfway.

You float in bliss, your brain melting through your cock and skull pleasantly empty of everything other than them, though that might be because of slowly depleting oxygen, but you'd be happy to die like this if it made Rudy moan like he's doing now. Ale's tight heat makes you groan, feeling both of them flutter and clench around you, feeding the burning heat in your belly and fuck you're approaching your peak quickly.

You don't know who cums first but it triggers a chain reaction, liquid pleasure rushing like a heatwave through your veins until you're shooting your cum deep into Alejandro's spasming walls that milk you until you've deposited your last drop inside him.

You're all so exhausted you end up leaving washing up for morning, pulling the two men close to you. Rudy's already conked out and sleeping on your chest, lightly drooling.

"Adorable." Alejandro lazily runs his fingers through Rudy's hair, draped over your body, and you see his eyes are starting to droop just like yours.

"I love you." You say in Spanish, your heart doing a fluttering beat at the way Alejandro grins and nuzzles his head into your neck, laying a soft kiss between the numerous bruises they've left.

"I love you too. Both of you." That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep...

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Sharing (part 1)

(Male Reader/Rodolfo Parra/Valeria Garza/Alejandro Vargas/Phillip Graves)

📝3,508 words(oops) | 18+ | Smut

Alejandro and Graves cannot seem to get along when it comes to having you. Valeria and Rudy hate seeing you upset. They stir up a plan where everyone is happy at the end of the night.

Tags: polyamorous, F/M/M/M/M, Sub/Dom dynamics, pillow prince reader, punishment, restraints, forced proximity, voyeurism, oral(m & f receiving), anal fingering, self imposed edging, overstimulation, subspace(?), no use of y/n, use of petnames; Babe, Baby, Babyboy, Cielito, Cariño, Corazoncito

Dom Valeria, Dom Rudy, Switch Alejandro, Switch Graves, Sub Male Reader.

Note: This took a bit longer to write since you can see, the fic itself got longer than I first anticipated. I tried my best to give everyone some attention but its hard when there's five fucking people. Might finish tomorrow or the day after depending how busy I get but I'll try to update as soon as I can. Anyways this has gotten out of hand... and into the other cuz im jerking off—

Disclaimer: Author does not speak Spanish(fluently) and only used Google for minimum research. If any of the Spanish words used seem off, grammatically incorrect, and/or inappropriate, please inform me and I'll try to fix them.

A petty argument. One that's been going on for about a week between Alejandro and Graves. That's what got you all in this position.

You don't even remember what it was they were fighting about—could be that food you left on the fridge for them that they decidedly did not want to share with each other, could be Philip's now-empty bottle of aftershave that you like the smell of so much, could be that time you wore his shirt to sleep instead of Alejandro's—who cares what the fight was, all you know is that there's heat between them when it comes to you and you did not like that…

Now Rudy didn't like seeing you in distress, neither did Valeria. So naturally, they'd do something about that. And sure enough, they did.

"You're fucking with me." Graves says, as a matter of factly as he watched Rudy handcuff his right hand with Alejandro's left to his pure dismay. Their other hands weren't free either, as they were as tightly tied to their respective sides of the sofa, leaving them immobilized and stuck close to each other. Looking at them together feels like watching two dogs wary of each other, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation—you were simply glad that they cannot do anything about it, but you do pity their place. Their seat was facing the bed, right where you sat with Valeria comfortably kneeling beside you, the two of you not wearing more than your shirt and underwear.

"I'm not." Rudy responded firmly, arms crossed as he glared at the two. "You don't get to touch mi Cielito or yourselves. Not until you start getting along."

"Rudy…" you plead in their defense, but the man only looked at you softly, denied you with a shake of his head, then walked closer towards the bed.

"Don't feel too bad about them now, Cariño." Valeria cooed to you, absently stroking your hair. Her eyes were on the two tied up men while she spoke, directing her words to them just as much. "They weren't being nice, were they?"

"I'm not being nice?" Alejandro finally spoke, pointing his left hand to himself accusingly, only for Graves to pull away the same handcuffed arm. "Look at him!" Alejandro defended himself.

"You've upset our boy, Gilipollas." Rudy lectured, eyes still on yours. You would've said something—another plea or something along the lines of 'you don't have to do this' or 'it's not a big deal'—but Rudy was sitting with you now, hands on your chin to face him and stare at his longing eyes, and that look effectively shut you up. "He deserves way better from you both."

You gasped in surprise when Valeria gripped your hair to pull your head back, her lips suddenly latched onto your neck, already finding the sensitive spot just under your ear. "That he does."

Hands were all over you in a matter of seconds. Valeria's were groping and undressing you, not rushing but surely more forceful than Rudy's. He was way gentler compared to her, softly caressing every inch of your skin she exposes as he kissed your mouth, slowly but just as passionately as Valeria's. All of it familiar, all of it just right.

Heat rushes up your skin. It was already making you lightheaded, their contrast nearly giving you whiplash, but you love seeing their differences, making up for what each other lacked. How they mix so well just to please you, all of them and more just for you—something you wish Alejandro and Phillip could do together.

"You were the one who stole my shit." You heard Graves grumbling. When you looked at him, your eyes met and caught him in a scowl, but his frustrations were clearly directed towards the man beside him.

"It's a shared bathroom, Pendejo." Alejandro quipped, to which he earned a tug on the cuffs from the other man. He tugged back and now they look like little brats fighting over a piece of candy. You couldn't help but frown at the sight, which Rudy quite immediately notices.

"Ey!" He yelled at them and the two men froze in an instant. "You keep fighting like that and you won't get to touch him at all."

"It's not fair, Rudy." Alejandro whined, easily switching from hostility to something more submissive, something he does that usually riles up Rudy. Not tonight though.

"And you're not being fair to him either. Just look—" at that, Alejandro finally looked at you. Your brows furrowed and eyes slightly teary, and clearly not for the reason of being in the debauched position Valeria's hands put you in. Oh how that just breaks his heart, seeing his poor corazoncito longing for him, so close yet so far. How hurt you must be from all his stubbornness.

"You think he wants you two away? That he doesn't want you here with him right now? Think he doesn't want to feel you inside him? You two are the ones depriving our lover of yourselves. Think about that."

"Do you want them, Cariño?" Valeria lewdly whispered to your ears, but loud enough that the other men could hear it. You only nodded, unable to form words while she trails her hands into your boxers, rubbing and stroking you under the garment. "Want their cocks inside of you? Touch every inch of your skin? Fuck you 'til you can't walk like you deserve it?"

"Mhm…" you moaned when her hand gripped your cock, your hips involuntary fucking into her hand.

"Then they gotta be good, right? Else they don't deserve you. Bad boys don't get to touch my sweet sweet boy."

She's pulled you out now and your cock was on full display for them all, hard and dripping as she stroked it. Rudy took off your boxers, throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the room to be picked up later in the next morning. When Valeria let go of you, Rudy took over quickly, teasing his thumb on your slit and you arched your back, promptly falling onto the bed with a whine. You were panting when he let the teasing off, but he didn't stop stroking you in slow firm tugs. Valeria chuckled fondly at the sight as she's taking off her panties, giving you and the rest of the men a show.

"Look at him, Rudy," she says, seductively crawling back towards you, "so sweet and sensitive. Such a shame they won't get a taste."

"Val…" you whined, reaching for her. She's cradling your face now, making you look straight into her eyes.

"You need something, Cariño?" It was almost condescending how she said it, but god if it weren't making you desperately buck into Rudy's hand you would've complained.

"Need you… up here—" she kissed you then—mouth on yours, full of hunger, moans and grunts, teeth and tongue, completely overpowering you—before pulling away and crawling farther. She moved to hover just above your head, legs on either side as she reposition herself with her cunt just above your face. Another whine escaped you when her hands went back to your hair, pressing you into the bed.

"Show me then," she ordered, "show me how much you need me. Show them what they're missing out on."

Your hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her down and ravaging her like she's the last meal of your life. You lap your tongue at her, burying your face deeper and pushing in your tongue farther. Nose nuzzling to her clit so perfectly that she twitches above you. She was clearly amused, letting out an exaggerated moan to egg on the tied up men.

"So good for me, Cariño. There, there, just like that—dios mio, that tongue! So good. Keep going, baby. They don't deserve you like this."

"Fuck's sake." Graves grunted. Valeria knows just how much he loves your mouth, because you know how to use it. He loves it when you kiss him and try to win him over, giving a good fight only to let him take charge in the end. He loves when you nip and bite on his skin, not too hard to hurt but just soft enough to make him feel like heaven. He loves when you suck on his cock desperately like it's your life on the line, loves how you use that tongue oh so sweetly around him. He loves everything about that mouth of yours, and now Valeria's using it against him.

You thrust your hips when you felt Rudy's tongue circling on your tip. He lifted one of your legs up with his free hand, squeezing lube on your balls to drip onto your ass, and proceeding to tease a finger into your hole. It wasn't much trouble prepping you—with how much you get fucked all the time, surely it won't be—but he still takes his time with it, pushing in slowly, always in search of something, making sure you feel good all throughout. He fucked you earnestly with those fingers, twitching when he found that spot that melts your bones and he instantly stopped with his movements, only to start profusely rubbing that spot and make you whine shamelessly.

And you heard Alejandro let out a strangled groan, now fully aware of Rudy's intentions to tease him.

"So cruel, mi rey." He groaned at the sight, he can see so clearly when Rudy's putting you on display like that. He always loved your ass—loved the involuntary movements you make and sounds you let out when it was him playing with you, making you feel good, when you squeeze around his cock plunged deep into you. God, does he wish it was him in Rudy's place, and Rudy knows that really well, so he's making it a show. Rudy pulled his mouth away.

"Keep watching." Rudy spoke before shoving your cock straight down his throat without a warning.

You moaned into Valeria's cunt, sending shivers down her spine and she chuckled. Now fully sat on your face, she grinds her hips on you, vigorously chasing her high until she stiffens above you, letting out a long moan and sigh in relief as she came on your face. She gave a few more thrusts into your tongue before getting off to the side, lifting you to lay your body between her thighs.

"Would you look at that, Babe." She addressed Graves who is now looking at you with a certain thirst in his gaze. Your face glistening in Val's wetness, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure as Rudy kept bobbing his head, working you up. Valeria's hands traveled to your chest, pinching your nipples and making your back arch. "You wanna come, cariño?" She asked and Rudy sucked on the tip of your cock his fingers fucking into you faster to get you off quicker. But you mewled in response, head shaking as you held tightly on her arms and he immediately slowed his movements down.

"No?" Rudy asks, a heated look on his face. "What do you want then? Wanna get fucked in the ass, mi Cielito? Need a cock to come on to?"

You didn't need to say anything more, you nodded and Rudy carefully let you go. Your chest was heaving and you felt weak, too deep into the headspace Valeria had put you in and the pleasure you were just swimming in. You couldn't move on your own and so the two of them worked together to reposition you.

Now you're facing the men on their seats, your chest pressing on the bed with your ass up in the air. The men in front of you were looking at you with a certain darkness in their eyes, they seem painfully hard under their tight pants, their chests rising visibly with their heavy breathing. Graves couldn't stay still in his seat, constantly moving as if it'll do anything to ease the tightness in his pants—it doesn't.

"Phillip…" you whined, eyes staring at him with haze, god you were so pretty. The man could only groan in response.

"You alright, Baby?" Graves asked, because as much as he wants to take care of you, it's all he could do.

Rudy's hand was on you again, splayed out on the bottom of your spine while the other held his cock, teasing your hole just before slowly prodding in. He was big, you knew that—you're used to it, in fact—but it never fails to make you keen, feeling the stretch no matter how much grueling prep he gives you. You bit your lip as you tried to relax, sighing when you finally felt him bottom out.

"You were asked a question, Cielito." Rudy reminded you, hand reaching to stroke your hair as if to help you ground yourself. You leaned into the touch as you moaned, letting out an affirmative 'Mhm' to answer.

"I'm good…" you sighed, plopping yourself back into the bed, your hands reached to clench the sheets and prepare yourself. You grind your ass to feel Rudy's cock and it's all he needed before he started fucking you.

It was slow and sensual, dragging his thick cock to the tip before slowly pushing in again. You could almost feel every vein on him, every time his head almost caught on that sweet spot inside you but just barely missed—you knew he's doing it on purpose.

"So pretty, isn't he?" You heard Valeria. You don't remember when but she's now behind Alejandro and Graves, caressing Phillip's face with one hand while exploring Alejandro's body with the other. Graves had his head leaning against her while the other man was tense in his seat, trying—failing—to feign control of his desires.

"See what you're fighting for? Getting fucked raw without you?" Valeria said to Phillip, lightly biting his ear to tease before turning to Alejandro neck. "All because you don't know how to share."

You screamed when Rudy suddenly slammed into you, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. Then he took pace, quickening without losing the strength in his thrusts. You were a moaning mess, broken noises leaving your mouth as air gets punched out of your lungs.

"Does it feel good?" Valeria asked and you barely registered that it was directed at you, all you could manage was a pathetic whimper as Rudy mercilessly pounded into you, "Words, Cariño."

"S'good… s-so—" you let out a yelp when Rudy finally hits that spot, deciding to keep abusing it and leaving you a thoughtless, sobbing, mewling mess under him—Under Valeria, and under all of their gazes. You were boneless on the bed, head in the clouds, you felt like you'd float through the ceiling any second, and you were thankful for the moment Rudy put his weight on your back, engulfing you with warmth as perched his hands on the side of your head.

Your gaze wandered through the room, processing anything was a struggle with your mind being full of haze, but you could see Graves struggling through his breathing and the bulge in his uncomfortably tight jeans. He bit his lips as your eyes met and you could only imagine the torture he was in right now. You were like a caged man observing a hungry shark in the ocean—you can see the urge it had to pounce, to destroy the barrier between you, and devour you til you're nothing but bones. But he can't have his way, can't even touch himself, can't give himself any relief. All he could do was simply watch you in your position, so enticing, so good for them all.

It was when he broke the connection between you that you noticed Alejandro had his hand on Graves' thighs, slowly rubbing up on him with a proud smirk on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked Alejandro, a little wary, but just as much curious of the man's intentions.

"Can't touch ourselves, but they didn't say anything about touching each other. Might as well give the boy a little show." Alejandro said, his hand traveling farther into Graves' inner thigh. His breath hitched, swallowing a lump in his throat at the teasing touch. "Unless you'd rather you sit your ass there wishing you could get off by just watching."

"No." Graves said firmly without missing a beat—much to your surprise. He closed his eyes, rested his head back and let out a sigh, "Keep… keep going…"

That proud smirk on Alejandro's face got impossibly more smug and he did not hesitate to move his hand straight to Graves' bulge, pressing and rubbing on it with enough pressure to make the man keen and relax on his seat. Alejandro was quick to decide to unbutton Phillip's jeans, shoving his hand in and pulling his cock out. It was painfully red, dripping and desperate, and by God did you want it in your mouth right now.

You would've begged Rudy to let you suck off the man, but Alejandro is quicker than you could think. He was already leaning down—as uncomfortable the restraints make it—and licking the precum before it could drip down his shaft, then bobbing his head while his hand pumped the man's shaft. Phillip let out a sigh, finally opening his eyes to find Valeria beside him, looking down at him with amusement.

"What?" Graves panted, eyes heavy as he tried to read Valeria's look.

"Nothing," she feigned, leaning down closer to the man, then pulling his head back til his neck was exposed enough to the woman's desire, watching the man's throat bob as he swallowed, "you just look so cute getting along."

She kissed him with vigor, the other hand cradling his neck and their mouth fought for dominance with Valeria at an advantage. Her hand traveled to his chest, squeezing it once before traveling farther down his stomach, tracing every muscle until she reached Alejandro's head. She pulled him off and you can see his stubble glistening from his own spit, she quickly moved into kissing him now, freeing her other hand to reach for Graves' cock, covering Alejandro's bigger hand and pumping it together.

As much as you wanted to keep watching, you couldn't look anymore with how much Rudy was trying to keep your attention on his cock, it was a task to even keep your eyes open. Desperately needing to ground yourself, you reach for Rudy's hand, which he decided to interlock with yours. You gripped it like a lifeline, feeling that heat in your stomach starting to overfill and you were tightening around Rudy.

"Oh? You close, Cielito?" Rudy panted next to your ear, "Are you gonna come? Go ahead, you can do it. Come on my cock."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your cock twitched and soon enough, you came hard, face buried into the mattress muffling your otherwise loud moan, shuddering from the pleasure that shot through your spine.

Rudy fucked you through your orgasm, riding it out with you until the sensation starts edging into overwhelming pleasure. He was still pounding into you, quicker and harder, chasing his own end.

"So close, mi Cielito. Just a little more, I know you can take more. Take it."

Your legs are near to giving up, thighs shook from the exertion, but you stayed still, stayed good for him and let him use you all he wants. You were rewarded with a tight embrace, and the warm feeling of his cum painting your walls. He finally slowed down, hips stuttering as he slowly pulled out. Your legs finally gave out and you went limp on the soft mattress, Rudy followed with you to keep embracing you from behind, giving your back little pecks of kisses and nuzzling on your shoulder.

"Muy bien, mi Cielito. You did so good for me." You felt his warm breath on your neck as he kissed you just under your ear, caressing your hips and just showering you with all the love he could give. You'd love to stay like that for eternity, engulfed in his affection, you could never get used to it. Unfortunately, it had to end sooner than you wished. He pulled away, leaving your behind exposed to the cold air, but not for long as you felt strong arms flip you to lay on your back.

You find all of them above you, even Alejandro and Graves now free from their restraints on the seat.

"Still with us, Cariño?" Asked Valeria and you smiled, letting out a sigh that's more of a stuttered laugh. You couldn't help the heat crawling back up your skin seeing them all looking down at you, you swallowed a lump in your throat before answering.

"Never left." You spoke, part smugness, part teasing. They all smiled, fully understanding what you meant by those words alone—more.

"Good." Alejandro growls, and your stomach drops at the feral look he gives you, his smile widening, tongue going over his teeth like watching food served to him on a silver platter.

"Because two of us just learned how to share."

(To be continued…)

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The Vampire AU

The au no one asked for but by God will I deliver

Soap laid on the luxurious bed, the robe around him fluttering and exposing most of his body. It shimmered, a dark red color, and across from him was Ghost. His Ghost. The Ghost.

The skull mask made it hard to see his expression, but Soap could read the hunger in his eyes without a problem. A desperation that would make a lesser man nervous. But Soap could never be nervous. Not of Ghost.

He crossed the floor quickly, the air around him bending slightly. It made him glow. And then he was on Soap, touching him with his gloves and feeling him up. His large hips pressed between his thighs, forcing his legs further apart.

Pulling the mask up enough to expose his fangs, Ghost sank his teeth into his throat and ripped it out, blood spraying everywhere.

Soap’s alarm clock broke him from the dream and he buried his face in the pillows and screamed for a few minutes.

Interviewer: So, what exactly do you like about your…

Soap: The technical term is Master, but everyone keeps insisting I just call him Ghost.

Interviewer: Got you. So your Ghos-

Soap: Well, he’s not really mine. I’m his but he’s not really mine. I just kinda work for the guy.

Interviewer: And in exchange he…

Soap: Will turn me into a vampire!

Interviewer: So how long have you been working here?

Soap: Six years.

Interviewer: Uh huh. And what do you like about Ghost?

Soap: Oh, he’s perfect. Tall, dark, mysterious. Never actually seen his face, but I’m sure he’s handsome. Never takes the mask off unless he’s feeding. He could kill me easily. He has a very sexy voice. His accent is from modern day Manchester instead of being centuries old! Apparently he changes it every few decades. I wonder what his original voice sounded like and-

The Interviewer stopped taking notes and tried to politely withstand the next thirty minutes of Soap gushing about anything and everything he could think of about Ghost. They decided not to ask about the whole “could kill me easily” part. That was this guy’s prerogative.

Interviewer: So, what’s Ghost like?

Rodolfo: He’s a fucking loser.

Interviewer: Really? His familiar-

Rodolfo: Is lovely and all, but he has terrible taste in men. I’ve seen Ghost lay on the ceiling for six hours straight, during the night no less, because he was pouting.

Interviewer: And why was he pouting?

Rodolfo: Soap was doing laundry. The laundry Ghost ordered him to do. So Soap couldn’t hang around him. Then, he wasted what time he could’ve spent with Soap on the ceiling.

Interviewer: oh…

Rodolfo: Like I said. Fucking loser. You’re not allowed to call him that though. Only me.

Interviewer: Yeah… Okay.

Soap did like he was told and ignored that there was a person watching him. He woke up a few hours before sunrise and dusted just like every other morning. He also put out an ad online pretending to be a single woman looking to lose her virginity. Usually the men that came would be sleazebags so it both cleaned up the streets and meant easy meals for the vampires.

Gaz would always say hi to him when he left for some party. Sometimes, he’d try to stop him and get a rise out of him, but Soap had long since learned how to put a pause on his feelings. If Gaz fed from him, Ghost would get all weird. Talking about nutritional value and that Soap smelled funny.

Soap had taken four showers the first time it happened but eventually he put it together.

Then, he woke up Ghost. Well, wake up was a loose term. Half of the time, Ghost would already be up. He more went to Ghost. His room had blackout curtains so if he got up during the day time, he didn’t have to risk scorching himself. It was also the plainest. Rodolfo and Alejandro’s room was gorgeous, full of rich colors and soft fabrics. Gaz had strobe lights and neons. Tons of weird furniture too. He insisted none of them were a sex thing, but Soap didn’t believe him.

Really, really, did not believe him.

But Ghost kept his plain and usually only had candles. For once, he was still in his coffin when Soap came to get him at sundown.

Soap gently knocked before he lifted the large lid.

Ghost was… large. Very, very large. Besides being 6’4, he was broad. Big arms, big shoulders. Just… big. It definitely did not influence any of Soap’s decisions. Nope. Not at all.

Thick black fabric covered every inch of his body, besides leather gloves on his hands and a ski mask on his face. Soap silently thanked God he had managed to get him away from the loose fitting balaclava he wore originally. It looked…

Anyway, the sky mask was an improvement. It had a skull design on it, though there were fangs added.

Soap only snapped back into himself when he noticed Ghost’s eyes were open.

“Johnny. Are you just going to keep staring? You’re blocking my way out.”

“Oh, of course, sir.” Soap stepped back and offered Ghost his hand. Sometimes he took it, sometimes he didn’t. Really depended on the day.

Today was one of the good days where he did. Even through the leather, Soap could feel just how cold Ghost’s skin was. It was borderline frigid and he wondered, not for the first time and definitely not the last, if it would hold heat or simply give him frostbite if they pressed against each other.

Ghost’s hand left his once he was on the floor. Sometimes, Soap wondered why he walked the way he did. There was something stiff, like a general, about his posture but he had a certain amount of grace that didn’t match how the other vampires walked. All vampires were graceful. Cat like. But Ghost always seemed like he was floating. Feet barely touching the ground.

Soap helped him out of the thick robe he slept in. It felt soft and he assumed it was used a bit like a blanket. Ghost pulled on his jacket but his eyes followed Soap.

“Did yo-”

“Laundry is done. Place is dusted. And I’m currently setting up a virgin guy to come visit.”

As if something heard him, his phone dinged. Someone responded to the ad, asking how soon he could come over.

What a fucking loser.

He was using photos of a girl from only fans (with her permission, she made him pay a small fee, but when he explained it was a “To catch a predator” type thing, she thought it was cool), so it was a hot woman, but still.

Soap checked it and responded to the message, saying the sooner the better.

Ghost reached over and slowly patted Soap’s head, making him beam. It was the closest thing he got to praise from the guy.

“So, what would you like to do, sir?” Soap smiled at him.

Ghost hummed, looking away. There was a large mirror and while his clothes could be seen, nothing else could. Soap couldn’t see his mouth, but he knew he was just about to speak when someone knocked at the front door.

“Go answer.” Ghost ordered.

Soap nodded quickly and went downstairs, noticing Alejandro and Rodolfo when he passed their room, in various states of undress, he decided to just ignore that. So no one they were expecting.

He opened the door and had to look slightly up at the man in front of him.

The man had a fishing hat, a shirt that said “Fish fear me, women love me” and a pair of military fatigues. He stared into Soap and there was a brief pause.

“Hello, sir.” Soap noticed his ears. They had a large point and when he glanced at his hands, he noticed the dark claws.

Interviewer: So what do those features mean?

Soap: Means he’s an older vampire. As I’m sure you noticed, my vampires look mostly human, besides their fashion. But once they start getting older, they look less and less human. So the less human they are, the more respect you’re supposed to show.

Interviewer: Oh. Got it.

“Price.” The man responded before just simply staring at him.

Soap winced and looked back. “Uh… Master? Alejandro? Rodolfo?” He half shouted. “We have a visitor!”

“Uh. Little familiar. Invite me.” Price didn’t sound rude, maybe a tad impatient, but not quite rude.

“My name is Soap.”

Price tilted his head. “Uh… Okay. Anyway, is Simon here?”

“No?” Soap frowned. He ran through everyone in the house. “Yeah, no. We don’t have a Simon here.”

Alejandro shoved Soap out of the way. “John! I didn’t know you’d be visiting! Come in.” Now that he had been welcomed, Price quickly stepped in the door.

“Ale. Very, very nice to see you. How have you been?” Price smiled. His fangs flashed, wicked sharp and a pearly white, just like all the other vampires in the house.

Soap quickly stepped back to let them talk, but he didn’t leave, pretending to be doing anything besides eavesdropping, which is exactly what he was doing.

“I haven’t seen you since they invented lightbulbs.” Alejandro grinned. His clothing was a little more old fashioned. Closer to what was expecting for a vampire at least. Soap thought it was funny that the youngest of the three vampires (not including Gaz, but Soap felt he didn’t really count), was the only one that still wore clothes from his own era. Alejandro was still up there in age, almost two centuries, but with Rodolfo being over three centuries and Ghost being around eight, well… it didn’t seem that old.

Soap couldn’t really talk that much, because he was 26, but semantics.

The two of them babbled on about the changes in technology and how hard it was to keep up and how touch screens were so unreliable because they only picked things up half of the time.

“They have gloves.” Soap interrupted, not thinking much of it until Alejandro glared at him.

“Gloves?” Price frowned.

“Yeah, they have stuff in the finger tips to let you use a phone. It’s because when humans wear the gloves, they can’t use the touch screen either. Gh- My master uses them.”

Price hummed. “Might have to get me a pair. Phones look so fun! I see why you keep him around, Alejandro. He’s not as dumb as most humans.”

Soap decided not to take offense to that, as a human.

“Oh, he’s not mine. He’s Simon’s.” Alejandro put his hands behind his back, altering his stance a bit.

“Nevermind. I guess he is a little stupid. He said there was no Simon here.”

Soap felt like he was short circuiting. “You mean Ghost?”

Alejandro snapped his fingers. “Oh! That’s right! We never told you his name. He doesn’t exactly need to know it, ya know?”

Price hummed. “And he never asked?”

“I did ask!”

“No, never thought to ask us.”

“But I did! You told me familiars don’t get to know!!!”

“Wow. Humans.”

Soap got the distinct feeling he was being fucked with.

Then Ghost appeared. Or more accurately, came out of his room. The world shifted, Soap’s focus, like always, being on him. Ghost quickly made his way down the stairs. His boots hugged his legs, going all the way up to his knees. He had chosen one of his longer coats so it fluttered around him.

Soap quickly wiped his mouth and tried to focus on something besides how devastatingly hot Ghost looked at all times.

“My little batling!”

BATLING

LITTLE

BATLING

Soap choked and half expected Ghost to kill Price where he stood, vampire or not. Alejandro wheezed a little.

Instead, Ghost visibly shrank down. “Sire… I am not a fledgeling anymore.” There was an accent there, and not his usual Manchester one. It was almost lyrical. Soap wished he’d use it more. “I’m also almost a millennia old.”

“Yeah, but you’re still the spunky soldier I turned! Still wear the mask I see.” Price’s disappointment was palpable, but Ghost, Simon, just shrugged it off.

“Yeah. Well. Don’t like my face being seen.”

Alejandro chipped in. “Awe, are you anxious, little batling?”

Ghost hit him so hard Alejandro’s head popped off and Soap let out a small scream.

“Suppose it’s better than when you first turned.” Price completely ignored that Ghost just fucking killed him.

Rodolfo fluttered down the stairs. “Hello John! You look lovely!” Price smiled immediately.

“And you look just as lovely as the last time I saw you.”

Soap was shocked. They were married for decades!!! And he just moves on?

“Get your nasty mitts off my husband!” Alejandro’s decapitated fucking head started to yell.

Rodolfo rushed over. “Mi noche! Mi pobre amor!” He scooped up his head and kissed his cheek before reattaching it.

Soap tried not to gag.

Alejandro’s limbs quickly started to work again and he kissed Rodolfo several times.

Ghost was already pulling his sire far away from him, the two of them falling into line like old friends.

“Do you have anything to eat? Your familiar looks delicious but I know how hard good help can be to find.”

Soap flushed and it only got worse when Ghost gave him a passing glance. “Didn’t you say someone would be coming over soon?”

“Yes, around 10. It’s 9:30 now, so shouldn’t be too long, sir.” He beamed at Ghost and Ghost just shrugged him off to keep walking. Soap tried to not let that get to him. He never liked when Ghost was in his moods like this and this new guy seemed to trigger them.

Price and Ghost disappeared and Soap was left standing there awkwardly. Alejandro had wandered off, probably back to Rodolfo.

He sighed and started to tidy up. If he knew a guest was coming, he would’ve prepared more. Probably tried ot get multiple guys to come. Or ladies if that was more this guy’s taste. Luring women in was a lot harder, but he could’ve tried! He still had a tinder set up that he could’ve used.

Soap fiddled with his hands, not sure what to do with himself. By this time of night, usually he hung out with Ghost, keeping him entertained. Without him, he didn’t really have anything to do. He already cleaned the place up before he went to bed the morning before.

Soap sighed and sat down, trying to lure more people to the house.

Around midnight, after all the people who came in were dragged downstairs and eaten with Soap not having to lift a finger, the vampires decided to have a night out. Ghost grabbed on to Soap’s arm and tugged him along, clearly wanting him to come too. He pulled away from him just long enough to change, ignoring that his foot kept tapping and his growing impatience that Soap wasn’t willing to go out in what was basically pajamas. Soap also ignored that Ghost didn’t leave the room, but he clearly wasn’t looking at him undressed.

When he was done, Ghost yanked him along and Soap had to jog to keep up. They fell in line with the other three and went to a nearby nightclub. Soap noticed it was for humans, not one of the vampire focused ones they usually went to, but just brushed it off.

Ghost quickly scouted the darkest corner table and went to hide there, Soap followed along. He sat next to Ghost. Rodolfo went to sit with them and Alejandro quickly grabbed him and yanked him to the dance floor, immediately grabbing a handful of his ass. The two of them were dressed like people from the 1800’s and Soap tried to pretend he didn’t know them because it was honestly a little embarrassing.

Rodolfo’s tongue ended up down Alejandro’s throat.

Embarrassing.

Alejandro said something that was clearly horrid in Spanish. The bartender looked positively horrified.

Very embarrassing.

Very fucking embarrassing.

Soap looked at Ghost, suddenly making eye contact with him. Ghost must’ve been staring at him. He tried not to let that thought get to him.

“Can I get you anything, master?”

Ghost clearly grimaced. “Ghost or sir, Johnny. Master thing feels weird.”

“Need anything, sir?”

“Unless you’re willing to drink bourbon and let me suck you dry later.”

Soap choked on the scotch he had. “What?”

“I’d have to kill you though. To really get a good taste.” Ghost said it so matter of fact that Soap was pretty sure the sexual way it sounded wasn’t on purpose. “And that would be a shame.”

Soap quickly drank his scotch. “How do you even know what bourbon taste like?”

“There was a similar drink when I was alive. Also, for a couple of years, I lived near a bar that only served bourbon. Once your blood has enough alcohol in it, I can taste it.”

“Can it get you drunk?”

“Yeah. Don’t like getting drunk though that’s when bad stuff happens.” Ghost moved away. “You should enjoy yourself. Go talk to people.”

“And leave you alone?”

“Yes. Leave me alone.”

Oh.

Soap watery smiled at him and nodded, quickly leaving. He went to the bar and ordered another drink.

Price glanced at him, but already a woman was trying to flirt with him and Soap didn’t want to interrupt the two. Instead, he just took the drink he ordered and downed it.

Soap made sure not to get more than tipsy. Even if his vampires didn’t get drunk, unlikely, he wanted to be alert in case he was needed.

Someone moved closer about an hour after his little exile. Handsome guy. Tall, built. If he looked a bit like Ghost, that was between Soap and God. He talked and it was clear he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the shed, but Soap didn’t care about that. As long as he was a good lay, that would work. And if he could make it quick. Maybe they could just go to an alleyway.

The man, Craig? Greg? Caleb?, went pale and looked up right as Soap felt Ghost’s hand on the back of his neck, grabbing him like a puppy he was scruffing. The cold leather pressed tight against his skin, making him shiver.

“Ghost?”

“Johnny.” He said it with an exhale. “Wait outside.”

“What?”

“Wait outside for me.” Ghost forced him up and away, unnatural strength and where he grabbed him combining so Soap couldn’t exactly fight back. He frowned at him but did go outside after deciding to just not question it.

Soap sighed and leaned against the wall near the door and lit a cigarette. He had been trying to quit, but it was hard. He took a deep puff and watched the smoke then drift to the sky.

Soap started to count down the minutes before breaking and getting his phone out. The thick concrete walls around the nightclub kept it pretty much sound proof. It was so the music wouldn’t bother everyone on the street.

Ghost didn’t usually ask these things of him. He didn’t like it.

Soap got on tinder and wanted for someone to be rude to him or condescending. He scheduled dates in areas that were secluded enough the vampires could snatch the victim but not so secluded as to ring alarm bells.

Rodolfo stepped out, Soap could tell by the sound his shoes made. He grabbed him and Soap flushed. “Maybe we should have you for dessert huh?”

Soap shivered in his grasp. “Don’t think Ghost would be too happy about that.” He turned around and had to resist the urge to flinch back.

Rodolfo was soaked in blood. He must’ve realized the state he was in because he let go. His hands had left bloody prints on Soap’s clothing. “Thought it’d be fun to clear the place out.”

“Ah… That why Ghost told me to wait outside?”

“Told him he shouldn’t bother, but he wasn’t sure if we’d recognize you if you got scared. Would you have gotten scared?” Rodolfo smiled at him. “I don’t think so. I mean last time I ate in front of yo-”

Soap got flustered and grabbed his cross necklace through his shirt. “Rodolfo!” He kept it on for the exact scenario Rodolfo mentioned. If one of them ever had too much bloodlust, ever didn’t realize it was him, he could pull it out. Never had to use it before, luckily. But it was always there. A weight on his chest.

“The sex we had was phenomenal.” Rodolfo assured, as if that was why Soap interrupted him. Maybe to him, that’s what it seemed like. They were so… shameless when it came to sex. Soap was almost jealous of it. Catholic guilt and the devastating fact he was human kept him from ever having that. “I can see why Ghost keeps you around.”

“Oh, Ghost and i have never…”

“NEVER???” Rodolfo laughed. “Seriously?? Huh. Guess it makes sense.”

Ghost came out with Alejandro hanging all over him, the two of them carrying each other basically. “I think that last guy… had more than just alcohol.” Ghost said while Alejandro made a motion to his nose to show it was likely cocaine.

Rodolfo laughed. “I told you two he smelled funny. Where’s Price?”

Alejandro opened his jacket to show where a bat was hanging on the inside of it. “Got tired and decided to take a name.”

“Old fucking man.” Ghost grinned, mask still pulled up. Soap took in what he could. Even bloody, he could make out more features than he could before.

Soap followed slightly behind and Rodolfo led them. Alejandro started singing some old drinking song in Spanish and Ghost hummed along, stumbling a little. Without thinking, Soap put his hand on his back to right him, only realizing when he felt Ghost stiffen beneath his hands. Before he could pull away and apologize for touching him without warning, Ghost’s arm was around his shoulder, yanking him closer. He used Soap to help balance himself and Alejandro.

“Ghost, if I turn into a bat can you carry both of us?”

“No.”

“What if we all turn into bats and Soap carries us?”

Ghost paused and looked at Soap, as if asking permission.

“Oh… Uh… Sure?” Soap had a hoodie on but he managed to fit Price and Alejandro in his hoodie pocket. Ghost wiggled directly into his hoodie before he could offer to let him ride on his shoulder, instead poking his head out of the neck of it, right under Soap’s head. Rodolfo, not one to walk if it could be avoided, hid in the hoodie.

Soap decided not to point out they could just, ya know, fly home. Instead, he gently carried his family back to the house. He thought about a few things and wondered briefly if Price would be his grandsire when Ghost turned him.

Would they do things like this with him? He also wondered what Gaz was doing. For good reasons, they didn’t go to the club he was at, probably not wanting to mess with him feeding, but he kinda wished he was there. Gaz probably would’ve waited outside with him.

Ghost suddenly moved and Soap put an arm on him through his hoodie to support him. He felt him get cozier in the hoodie before stilling again.

Once home, they all disappeared to their respective rooms. Sunrise was a lot closer than he realized and he suddenly felt sick for not rushing home faster, even if none of them cared.

Fuck, he’d probably have to burn the hoodie. It was disgusting. All of them had so much blood on them and it was now all over all his clothes.

He grumbled as he shoved his clothes and all of the vampires’ clothing, after they so graciously gave them to him to clean, into the bathtub and dumped a bunch of hydrogen peroxide and cold water.

Gaz came home and had brought coffee for both of them. Must’ve been a great night because he was glowing and didn’t even try to steal a bite from Soap, which he was grateful for. Soap started to clean and Gaz watched him.

Interviewer: Oh, we didn’t talk much earlier.

Gaz: Yeah we did.

Interviewer: I don’t…

They notice they have notes from them discussing how Gaz is an energy vampire that feeds off excitement and happiness. And how after those feedings, memories can get fuzzy about them.

Gaz: So yeah.

Interviewer: So why did you bring Soap coffee?

Gaz: The happier he is, the better the house vibe. Plus, his happiness and gratitude is delicious. Not for a meal, too sweet, but he’s a nice little snack.

Interviewer: Huh.

Note to self, they’re all kinda selfish assholes.

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wetdremz · 2 months

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“But if you wanna come (21)

Give my brother some (yeah)

Bend over

Come ride me like your Rover All these WVSs, it get cold in Minnesota (21)

Suck me up, don't use your teeth, lil' bitch, I thought I told you

She grabbing my bandana while I hit 'cause I'm a soldier (21, 21)” -Young Nudy, 21 Savage

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Warnings: Watersports

Loud music reverberated through the room as sweat ran down the surface of your skin. Finishing your reps you placed the barbell back on the rack and sighed you brought your phone up to look at the time. Before you could even get up Alejandro and Rudy were back from their military group outing. Getting up from the bench and looking over to the door you see your lovers smiling at you. “Look so handsome baby~” Rudy cooed as he kissed your neck.

His hands run down your tank top as you groan into the touch. Alejandro let out a sigh and cleared his throat “I’m here too,” rolling your eyes you grabbed for Alejandro. Alejandro waved your hand away, “Whatever loverboy.” Walking to the shared bedroom, not even turning on the light, letting the natural light from the cracked, curtain-clad, window. Laying on the bed you put your phone down and wiped the sweat from your brow.

Rudy staring at your form with lust as Alejandro could sense the sexual tension. Alejandro crawled up upon your lap and began to straddle you. Letting Rudy stare and get jealous as he moves his hands up and down your sweaty form. Kissing and groping the sore flesh. Before Rudy could even get himself to move Alejandro was already pulling his and your lower garments off.

Alejandro sliding his own pink g-string to the side and sliding your dick through his ass, not letting the tip enter, but teasing you. Letting out a groan you grabbed his arm and pulled him down hoping to budge his ass down on you but instead he slapped your hand away and slotted your dick between his thick ass, his own dick laying heavy upon your stomach. Rudy slowly walks behind Alejandro and sits behind him, rubbing his ass. Rudy took his pants and boxers off and threw them into the pile of discarded clothes. Grabbing Alejandro’s chest, Rudy watched as Alejandro sank himself down on your dick.

Alejandro let the ecstasy set in as he halted from moving. Rudy took advantage of this and snuck his mouth behind Alejandro’s ear, nibbling on the blushes flesh “Mhmmm think you can take both of us love?” Alejandro nods with a smug grin and reaches his hand down to stick two fingers in his ass to open it up more. “Go ahead daddy~” Rudy made sure Alejandro’s ass was fully lubed before. Accepting the invitation he moved himself inside Alejandro, sliding himself up against you.

Alejandro could barely keep his eyes open, his vision blurry, head hazy. Letting you and Rudy know that he was ready, Alejandro subtly grinds his body against you and Rudy’s. Not even letting him grind back down you both mercilessly thrusted into him. Quick slapping sounds and moans filled the room. Alejandro began to fall over, barely keeping above with his arm.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him down into your lips. “Wait…fuck..hold,” you pause to let Alejandro breath for a second. Rudy moved Alejandro up and you followed not letting either of your dicks leave his hole. Both standing up as Alejandro is held between you, fucking him mercilessly once again. Drool starts to fall from his mouth, “fuck…gonna..!”

Alejandro feels himself getting close and grabs onto whoever’s arm he could reach and bruise the skin. You and study feel your orgasm approaching as well, a few more thrusts later a snap in your abdomen begins to snap and your thrusts become erratic. Rudy follows right behind you, sliding his pulsing dick right next to yours. Alejandro can’t hold it anymore and let’s put a loud and passionate moan before arching his back, a mixture of honey piss and cum squirts from his irritated cock. The cum falling into a sad puddle of piss, which was dripping down his right leg into said puddle.

“Fuck…” Alejandro couldn’t even finish his attempted sentence before you and Rudy latched yourselves to his neck. “Love you, my handsome boys~” Rudy and you nod while kissing and sucking his neck.

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rudysdork · 11 months

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Ghost: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Gaz: I have a knife under mine. Rudy: Both of you are pathetic. Gaz: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with, then? Rudy: Alejandro.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #cod incorrect quotes #call of duty modern warfare #incorrect cod quotes #alerudy #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #rudy x alejandro #rodolfo x alejandro

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Umm I have a request of a slasher AU with alpha Ghost x omega soap and alpha alejando x omega Rodolfo

Rudy and Soap go on a class trip to the woods with there teacher. The class goes into this abandon building where they soon find out that serial killers are there. Soap and Rudy run but gets pushed by some class mates to the killers.

I did a little different from a class trip since that's the exact plot of the first chapter of Slasher Fieldtrip and went with a party, instead

Rodolfo rolled his eyes as Soap went on and on about the party they were going to. A party in the woods in the middle of September. What a great idea! It’s apparently at this abandoned school, too, which…

“Why are we even going to this again?” Rodolfo sighed and turned to Soap, hugging himself. He didn’t like dressing nearly as… showy as Soap. He would not slut shame his best friend. Even if he dressed in a manner similar to one. And had lots of sex. He would not slut shame him.

Soap looked over at him. “God, Rudy, could you be more of a stereotype?” He came over, pulling Rodolfo’s shirt back and tying it. “Try to look a little sexy! Come on! We’re having fun!”

Rodolfo huffed and pulled away, untying his shirt. “No. I’m only going to this party because you want to go. Which, again, I ask, why are we going??”

“Because I am bored.” Soap sighed. “It is our second year of college and maybe you’re content with doing nothing but studying and being bored all year, but I want to do something. You don’t want me to go alone.”

Rodolfo sighed, since Soap had a point. “Yeah, I guess…” He shook his head. “Fine, but don’t expect me to dress… sexy or whatever. I’m content like this.”

“Of course you are.” Soap shook his head. “Fine, fine.” He smiled and then he kissed Rodolfo’s cheek. “Let’s go!”

Rodolfo snorted, unbothered since Soap was always affectionate. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

They took Soap’s car and Rodolfo let Soap drive, his nerves growing as they went down the dirt path that led to the old school. He wondered why it didn’t have like a road or something that led to it, but he didn’t ask out loud, doubting Soap had bothered to find out.

He loved his best friend, but he didn’t ask very many questions. Rodolfo was the opposite, constantly asking questions. When they parked in what look like a very beat up parking lot, he wasn’t shocked to see a fair amount of other cars. “What if the cops get called?”

“Eh, no laws are being broken, save for maybe underage drinking. The owner of the property’s daughter is running the party.” Soap explained as they got out, locking up the jeep he’d bought the year before. “So, we should be fine. Are you going to be drinking?”

“No, I’ll have to drive us back.” Rodolfo snorted. Not to mention, he rarely drank at parties. He shook his head and followed Soap inside, cringing as they went into the doors of the school. It was apparently an elementary school, which maybe added to the eerieness a little.

The lights were off, though floodlights had been set up, and most of the party appeared to be in the cafeteria which could be seen through this big glass wall in the direct entrance. So, Rodolfo and Soap went there.

Soap immediately dragged him to the drink table, getting a beer, and Rodolfo made a face, just grabbing a soda. “Loosen up,” Soap nudged him. “At least try to have fun! Come on! It’s a party!”

“Yeah, exactly, I don’t go to those!” Rodolfo groaned and shook his head. He was grateful he’d made the choice to wear scent suppressants, cringing a little as some people accidentally got too close to him. He got an idea, knowing how his best friend was. “Can we explore the rest of the school a little?”

“Sure.” Soap grinned. “I want to check it out.”

Rodolfo relaxed, his head pounding from the loud music, and he grabbed Soap’s wrist, dragging him out of the cafeteria and to a random hallway. There weren’t any flood lights down it so Rodolfo got out his phone flashlight and they hesitantly started down the hallway.

Rodolfo glanced into doors, seeing mostly bare and empty classrooms and they paused at a door that was closed. Soap just immediately opened it and Rodolfo went to stop him. Both cringed and froze as the smell of sex hit them and Soap immediately shut the door. “Gross.” Rodolfo muttered.

“I dunno, gives me ideas.” Soap laughed and Rodolfo just lightly shoved him. “Come on, when was the last time you had sex?”

Rodolfo winced. “It’s been a while.” He admitted. “I don’t have time for sex.” That was a lie, he just didn’t like hookup culture and he had no interest in trying to form a lasting relationship with the alpha douchebags that went to their college.

Soap didn’t look convinced but shook his head and they continued down the hallway. Finally, they found a room that still looked like it had stuff in it, so they went into the room, using Rudy’s flashlight to look around. Rodolfo found the drawings still taped to the wall to be eerie, going up to them. They looked to be drawings of apple trees. “Why did this place close down, anyway?”

“One of the student’s father kept killing kids and the school did nothing about it.” Soap explained. “Apparently another kid went missing, too, and the school just didn’t care.”

Rodolfo blinked and frowned. “What were both kid’s names?”

“Uh, the first was Simon Riley I think? The second was Alejandro Vargas.”

Rodolfo winced, holding his head. Why was that second name familiar? He shook it off and tried to clear his sudden headache. “So they just closed it?”

“They had to, I think. I dunno, Rudy, I’m not a lawyer.” Soap snorted and came over to him. “Oh, shit, see!” He pointed to one of the drawings and Rodolfo looked at it, frowning as he saw Simon Riley was the name on the drawing. It was a fairly normal drawing.

Kind of.

Then, Rodolfo noticed the weird like demon thing which appeared to be standing behind a tree. “Creepy,” he mumbled as he pointed it out to Soap, who nodded in agreement. “Wonder if Alejandro Vargas’s is on here.”

“Yeah, probably,” a voice came from behind, startling them, and both whipped around.

But, no one was there.

They shared a look. “Maybe let’s go back to the rest of the party.” Rodolfo suggested and Soap immediately nodded.

Rodolfo was glad for the silent agreement to just not talk about what just happened as they started back down the hallway. But right as they got to it, the doors which separated the hallway from the rest of the school closed, cutting them off. Rodolfo jolted back at the sudden noise and looked at Soap, who was making a face.

“I think we’re being pranked.” Soap muttered.

“Yeah, by who?”

“Don’t be mad.” Soap winced. “Please.”

“Soap.” Rodolfo crossed his arms, already mad.

Soap pouted. “Please, Rudy, don’t be mad. You have to promise first.”

Rodolfo narrowed his eyes before sighing. “Fine. What did you do?”

“I told Wayne you’d be here.” Soap cringed. “It was how I even got the location in the first place.”

“Soap, you fucking asshole!” Rodolfo groaned, touching his forehead.

“Don’t be mad, you promised!” Soap immediately said and Rodolfo just glared at him. “Please! Besides, I only told him you might be here.”

Rodolfo couldn’t fault Soap too hard. Soap didn’t fully know why Wayne and Rodolfo had broken up the year before… “So you think he’s pulling all of this shit?”

“Maybe…” Soap mumbled. “I’m really sorry, Rudy.”

“It’s fine.” Rodolfo shook his head, even though it wasn’t. He just went to the door, yanking it open, and relaxing when he saw the rest of the party. Just don’t react, don’t give in. That was the best way of dealing with Wayne.

Rodolfo and Soap went back to the cafeteria, where they found a small area for Soap to continue to drink in and Rodolfo just hugged himself as he watched to make sure no one got too handsy with Soap, not wanting his best friend to get taken advantage of.

“Hey, Rudy…” An arm snaked around Rodolfo’s shoulders and Rodolfo immediately felt uncomfortable. “You might want to be careful, I’ve heard this place is haunted.”

Rodolfo shoved Wayne’s arm off his shoulders. “I think I’ll take my chances, thanks.” He glared at Wayne, who just laughed.

“Are you sure you want to, baby? Come on, I’ll keep you safe.” Wayne grabbed his waist and pulled him closer and Rodolfo gagged at the scent of him. He shoved Wayne away, again, and shook his head.

“Eat shit, Wayne.” Rodolfo muttered and pulled away.

“God, you’re such a bi-”

Soap shoved Wayne down to the floor. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

Wayne snarled and was up a moment later, but Soap moved in front of Rodolfo, puffing out his chest. Wayne looked between them and just shook his head. “Whatever, you’re not worth it.” He spat and then walked away, immediately finding some omega to start grinding up on.

Rodolfo relaxed as he was gone, shaking his head. “I think I’d rather take my chances with the fucking ghosts.” He joked as Soap shook his head.

“Fucker.” Soap muttered. “I shouldn’t have told him you were here.” He turned to Rodolfo, who just shrugged and shook his head.

“Whatever. You did, not much we can do to fix it.” Rodolfo shrugged and sighed. He was almost tempted to drink, now, just because of that interaction. Even still, he did not accept the beer Soap offered him as he grabbed another.

Soap grinned. “Well, you wanna take your chances with another hallway?”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.” He muttered, since they knew whatever “ghost” was haunting them was Wayne, now.

So, Soap tugged him out of the cafeteria and to another hallway. Rodolfo followed him as they walked down it, avoiding the closed doors. They’d learned their lesson. They found one that oddly had a floodlight in it, but was completely empty, save for some old desks and some posters on the wall.

Soap shrugged and climbed up onto a desk, sitting on it. Rodolfo grabbed the teacher’s desk from behind the desk and pulled it over, sitting in it. “Figures.” Soap muttered. “We’re at a party and we find some way to be alone.”

Rodolfo laughed. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Soap shrugged. “Fair.” He smiled. “Wish I’d brought my weed.”

“Fuck, me too.” The one substance Rodolfo had no problem consuming, but he had a card because of a head injury when he was a teenager.

Soap leaned back on his hands after putting his beer in his lap and looked up at the ceiling. “Kind of eerie being in a place where a bunch of kids died, you know?”

“No,” Rodolfo huffed, “because I was trying not to think about it.”

“Yeah, you like to do that, don’t you?” Soap snapped and Rodolfo flinched.

Rodolfo shook his head, looking away. “Fuck you, that was uncalled for.”

Soap was silent and then he sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I don’t know, I’m just… Maybe this party wasn’t a good idea.”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he disagreed. He wasn’t ready to face how awkward things had been between them since Halloween. That tended to happen when your best friend randomly started crying about how lonely he was and then tried to make out with you in front of an entire party. “Still, we’re here now.” Rodolfo lifted his foot, nudging Soap.

Soap smiled and nodded. “You’re right, we are.” He relaxed and sighed, shaking his head. He downed the rest of his beer and then cursed. “I should have grabbed a second one, just in case. Stay here, I’m gonna go grab another.”

“Please be quick,” Rodolfo pleaded as he sat up.

Soap laughed. “I will be. I promise.” He then left the room and Rodolfo found himself tensing, immediately.

He tried not to panic, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He really didn’t like being alone in dark rooms. Not for any reason, he was just a normal human being. “Fuck…” He muttered and scratched at his arms, getting up and going around the room, looking at the posters which were lit up by the floodlight in the room.

They looked to be for a slightly older age group. Fifth graders if Rodolfo had to guess, since that had been the oldest in the school. Well, he was assuming since it was an elementary school. He frowned as he heard someone enter the room, turning around and then stopping dead in his tracks when he saw someone was standing in the doorway, wearing a black skull mask.

Rodolfo froze, noticing blood on their mask. He tried not to shake, hoping this was just another shitty prank by Wayne. “Wayne, I’m not in the mood.” He glared at them.

They didn’t move.

Rodolfo made a frustrated sound. “Wayne, I fucking mean it! I’m not in the mood! Go play your games with someone else!”

They still didn’t move, except to slowly tilt their head. Rodolfo frowned, deeply. Wayne had never been able to hold onto a bit for this long… Maybe he’d gotten better. Rodolfo took a deep breath and clenched his hands into breath. “Wayne, I mean it.”

They finally moved, stepping further into the room and then stepping up to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo tensed as the scent of alpha hit him, but they were wearing light enough blockers that he couldn’t distinguish their smell. Wayne hadn’t been wearing those, he didn’t believe in them. But, he did believe he’d try them just to torment Rodolfo. That was kind of his whole thing.

Rodolfo took a deep breath and then slowly looked up at them, met with warm brown eyes. Wayne’s eyes were blue. This was… not Wayne. Rodolfo flinched back as they moved their hand, watching them pause and stop moving for a moment before they were continuing to lift their hand and then they were pulling their mask off.

The face underneath was young, probably around Rodolfo’s age. They were a male alpha, their skin only a few shades lighter than Rodolfo’s, with hair that was black. They didn’t look especially cruel, but they also were wearing a mask splattered with what looked like blood, so he wasn’t too sure.

Rodolfo backed up a little and they didn’t move again, their eyes just watching him. “I- Did- Did Wayne set you up for this?”

“No.” They shook their head.

Rodolfo’s heart finally started to race. He took a deep breath, only backing up more in his fear. “What do you want?”

“Eres hermoso.” They smiled, softly, continuing to watch him.

Rodolfo’s skin flamed despite the situation and he looked towards the door as he heard his name called, recognizing Soap’s voice. He went to call back but he was shoved to the floor, landing on his front. When he looked back, they were gone and Soap was rushing into the room. “Rudy- Rudy we have to go!”

Soap came over and helped Rodolfo up and Rodolfo shook his head. “Did someone come out of the room??”

“Fuck, I couldn’t see, it was too dark! Whatever, Rudy we have to go!” Soap grabbed Rodolfo’s arm and started to yank him out of the room.

Rodolfo’s eyes widened as he saw something dark streaking the floor in the hallway, his mind only able to imagine what it possibly could be. “Oh god, Soap, what’s going on??”

“Someone is killing people or- I don’t know. There’s just a lot of fucking blood.” Soap was pulling him to an emergency exit and Rodolfo quickly rushed with him.

Right as they got there, however, they were yelping and jerking back as someone slammed against it. Another person in a skull mask, though this one was white. Or, it looked like it used to be because it was covered in blood.

They both backed up from the door and watched them reach down and Soap immediately lunged forward, locking the door with the deadbolt it had.

The person on the other side of the door stopped moving and they just stared at them. In the very faint light spilling out from the room behind him, Rodolfo saw they also had brown eyes, which were so dark they looked black.

He took deep breaths and looked at Soap, who looked just as at a loss. So, Rodolfo grabbed his wrist and tugged him in the other direction, running with him out of the hallway. They saw the main area was now dark where it’d been previously lit up and Rodolfo took deep breaths, looking around and trying not to panic.

They heard screaming down one of the hallways and looked at each other, both seeming to make the decision to go literally anywhere else. Rodolfo looked around, seeing the entrance they’d came in through and headed that direction before yelping as he was grabbed and yanked into a room.

Soap was yanked with him and they turned around to see that most of the party goers were in the room. Several of them appeared to be bloody and the room was lit up by a flood light. “What’s going on?” Soap immediately asked who’d yanked them in.

Rodolfo recognized them from classes as an alpha named Brandon. Brandon shook his head. “Fuck, I don’t know. We heard screaming, saw blood, and most of us filed in here. A couple of them might know, but… From what I’ve gathered, two alphas are running around killing people.”

“Were they from the party?” Rodolfo asked.

“I don’t know.” Brandon shook his. “They were wearing masks.”

“Great.” Soap grunted and then sighed. “Has anyone been able to get a hold of the cops?”

“No, the school has some sort of data blocking thing.” Brandon winced.

Someone suddenly pushed through everyone to them and Rodolfo groaned as he saw Wayne emerge from the crowd. “It’s two alphas, right?? Let’s just chuck them back out there as sacrifices. They’re both omegas, right?”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Real funny, Wayne. I don’t think that’s going to work.”

He looked around the room, seeing everyone was avoiding his eyes and he shared a look with Soap, who looked incredulous. “You’re fucking kidding! Why would that work?? They’re killing people! They’re just going to kill us and then come after all of you!”

“It’s worth a shot.” Brandon mumbled. “Only alphas seem to be missing…”

“Seriously?!” Soap spoke up. “Have you considered that maybe we don’t deserve to die?!”

“You’re the last ones in here.” Wayne snorted. “Here, let’s pull a vote. All in favor of throwing these two out and then running the other direction?”

Rodolfo just felt… in awe at how many people raised their hands. “Assholes.” It was really the only thing he could say. They were seriously going to fucking sacrifice Rodolfo and Soap and… there was no fucking way it was going to work.

“Absolutely not.” Soap muttered, grabbing Rodolfo’s arm and yanking him out of the room. However, both were grabbed before they could get anywhere.

Rodolfo was shoved to the ground and he tried to struggle, but his hands were bound behind his back despite his struggling. He could hear Soap cussing and growling beside him, and his heart started to beat faster and faster as his brain caught up to what was happening.

Oh god, these bastards were going to leave them to die.

If he survived this, he was going to kill Wayne.

They were eventually lifted back up and borderline dragged to the hallway they had previously came from, where Wayne said that the killers had came from, and Brandon had just nodded and agreed. Rodolfo did try to struggle a few times, but it was really of no use because he and Soap were forced to sit with their backs to each other in the middle of the hallway.

“You think that’s fine? Should we like… do anything else or?” Brandon asked.

Wayne looked at Rodolfo and Rodolfo’s heart spiked with fear. Wayne laughed and just shook his head. “Nah, this should be fine. Let’s go.” He gestured and Brandon left. They closed the big doors behind them and Soap cursed, softly.

“Someone unlocked the deadbolt…” Soap muttered.

Rodolfo had another spike of fear hit his heart. He swallowed and took deep breaths, trying not to throw up from fear. It was an old habit, one that had yet to die. “This… this could all just be a prank from Wayne.” Rodolfo mumbled. “We don’t know if anyone has actually died…”

“Rudy, I’m… I’m staring at a pair of bloody legs right now.”

Rodolfo squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. “It could be a really good prank.”

“They’re not attached to a whole body.”

“Oh god, we’re going to die…” Rodolfo felt tears fill his eyes and he shook his head, leaning it back against Soap’s shoulder. “Fucking bastards!” He kicked at the ground, cursing loudly.

“Rudy?”

Rodolfo finally stopped moving and just slumped his body, opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling. “Yes?” He asked, after a moment.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for telling Wayne you were coming and… I’m sorry for constantly trying to change you…” Soap’s voice sounded rough, likely with tears.

Rodolfo’s whole body trembled and he took more deep breaths, trying not to break down sobbing. “It’s… It’s okay… I forgive you… I’m sorry for… treating you like you’re dumb and… thinking you’re a whore.”

“You think I’m a whore??”

“I don’t- Yeah…” Rodolfo admitted. “I’m… I’m sorry. You’re not one, you’re just… not like me and I shouldn’t judge you for that.”

Soap was silent for a moment and then his shoulders dropped. “Heh, maybe I am one.” He mumbled. “It’s okay, though.” His head fell back, hitting Rodolfo’s shoulder. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t even know we’re down here.”

Rodolfo snorted and then his head was jerking up as the doors in front of him were swinging open. He watched as a very bloody Wayne was held up by his collar and dropped in the doorway by the alpha wearing the black skull mask.

They dropped down and lifted Wayne’s head by his hair. “Go and apologize.”

Wayne didn’t even hesitate, scrambling across the hallway to Rodolfo. Rodolfo tensed up as he neared, doing his best not to just start screaming. He could feel how tense Soap was behind him, and he managed to find Soap’s hands, linking fingers with him.

Wayne stopped in front of Rodolfo. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He was sobbing and Rodolfo gagged as he saw Wayne’s stomach was cut open. How he was even alive was beyond Rodolfo, since his organs had started to spill out. “Please forgive me.”

The alpha came over to Rodolfo and crouched down beside Wayne, standing in front of Rodolfo. “You can decide if he lives. Do you forgive him?”

Rodolfo glanced between the alpha and Wayne, who was begging for forgiveness, his hands together. “I…” He couldn’t speak, he could barely breathe. “Oh god…” A sob escaped his chest.

The alpha’s eyes softened under the mask. “It’s okay… I know this is a hard decision. Why don’t I ask Johnny?”

Soap tensed more, somehow. “How the fuck do you know my real name?!”

Rodolfo would definitely like to know as well, since it was not something he gave out to just anyone. But, he didn’t say anything as the alpha grabbed Wayne’s hair and dragged him around Rodolfo and disappeared out of Rodolfo’s peripheral.

He heard a soft thud and Wayne sobbing harder. “Should Rudy forgive him?”

Soap was dead silent and then his voice was hard as he answered. “No. No he should not.”

Wayne screamed, the sound guttural, and Rodolfo felt Soap gag before hearing him, and then he heard Soap vomit and felt him hunch over. Another sob forced its way through Rodolfo’s body as he forced himself not to think about why Soap might be throwing up.

“It’s okay…” The alpha was speaking again. “It’s over, now, see?”

“You’re a sick bastard!” Soap yelled and Rodolfo tried not to choke on his sobs.

The alpha didn’t reply, coming back around to in front of Rodolfo. “It’s okay that you couldn’t decide… I’m not angry at you… It’s a hard decision to make. Not to forgive someone. We’re taught that forgiveness is… natural. That choosing not to forgive someone gives them power, but it doesn’t.” The alpha crouched down and then he removed one of the black gloves he was wearing, wiping Rodolfo’s face. “You’re too pretty to be crying like this…”

Rodolfo flinched back from the alpha’s touch, only able to cry harder. “Don’t touch me…” He meant it to sound harder. Stronger. But it only came out weak and scared. “Please..”

The alpha went still and watched him. “I’m going to be back.” He said as he stood. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Rodolfo wasn’t exactly sure they had a choice, taking a deep breath. “Soap…”

“You don’t want to know.”

Rodolfo decided to believe him and put his head back, again. “Do you… Do you think he’s going to kill us when he gets back?”

“What else could he do?”

Rodolfo had a bit of a fear as to what exactly the alpha could do and he was starting to think just dying was the best option. “I’m scared…”

“Me too.”

Rodolfo tried to take more deep breaths, but they just ended up shaking as he sobbed. “If we get out of this, you can dress me however you want for the next party…”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Soap answered, clearly trying to joke. “Actually, I think I’m done with parties after this.”

“Me too…” Rodolfo relaxed and took a deep breath. “I love you. You’re a really good friend. Better than I give you credit for.”

“You are… a fucking phenomenal friend. It’s my fault we’re even in this shit.” Soap took deep breaths.

Rodolfo shook his head, but didn’t respond, closing his eyes and clasping hands with Soap, again. He again tried to take deep breaths, but it just didn’t work.

He opened his eyes as he heard footsteps approach and he tensed as the alpha in the black skull mask reappeared in the large doorway. He shook his head as he neared. “Please, I’ll do anything, just please don’t kill us…”

He saw another alpha enter as well, the one in the white skull mask. In the doorway, Rodolfo was able to see that this alpha was… fucking huge. It only added to Rodolfo’s terror and he tensed up as the alpha in the black skull mask crouched in front of him, again. “Shh… I’m not going to kill you…” He murmured and then he reached up, pushing the mask up on top of his head and pushing the hood of the hoodie he was wearing back. Even his face was splattered with blood and Rodolfo tried not to flinch back as his hand moved to touch his face, again. “God, you’re beautiful…”

“Alejandro, the police are on their way.” The other spoke. His voice was a lot deeper than Rodolfo was expecting, but maybe Rodolfo hadn’t really been expecting anything. “We need to get them out of here if we’re taking them.”

“Alejandro?” Soap spoke up. “You’re… you’re that kid that went missing.”

“In the flesh.” Alejandro nodded.

Rodolfo’s brain was more focused on the “taking” part. “Where… Where are you taking us?”

“Away.” Alejandro shook his head and then he was moving to touch Rodolfo’s waist.

Rodolfo jerked back, immediately, and shook his head. “No, no, I’m not going anywhere with you and neither is Soap. Leave us alone!” He kicked at Alejandro, but Alejandro moved out of the way before his feet could connect.

Alejandro frowned at him and held his hand up as the other moved forward. “They sacrificed you.”

“You killed people.” Soap spoke up.

Rodolfo sniffled. “I want.. I want to go home. I want to go back to the college.”

Alejandro stared at him and then his jaw clenched and he almost looked angry. Rodolfo tensed, now growing afraid of what the consequences of that action might be. “You don’t remember me.”

Rodolfo paused and then he looked over Alejandro’s face but… nothing. “Why would I remember you? I don’t know you…”

Alejandro looked away from him, glaring at the floor. “You grab the other, I’ll grab Rudy.” He spoke to the one in the white mask and Rodolfo screamed, shaking his head and kicking again. He managed to connect with Alejandro’s knee, causing him to fall backwards.

Rodolfo flinched back as Alejandro stood and then he winced at a splitting headache starting. Oh no. Oh no no. “Soap, Soap, I…” Already, he felt lightheaded. It made sense, this honestly should have happened sooner.

“Fuck!” Soap cried, starting to struggle.

Rodolfo’s head fell back and he watched both Alejandro and the other freeze. The vision in his right eye was fading and the whole right side of his head felt heavy, thick. “Soap…” He mumbled, hoping Soap was catching onto what was happening.

“Rudy, no! Keep your eyes open, you can’t let yourself pass out! Goddamnit! Your fucking medication is in the car!” Soap struggled harder behind Rodolfo.

Rodolfo was trying to keep himself awake, but his head just felt so heavy. “Soap… Soap…” Everything started to fade and he shook his head, desperately trying to keep himself awake. He could vaguely tell that Soap was speaking, again, but his brain was just not picking it up.

Oh well, maybe this was better than dying by them.

Rodolfo blinked open his eyes, wincing at how bright it was. He held his hand up, shielding his eyes from the light, and frowned as he recognized the gray tile of a hospital. He looked around, seeing Soap was asleep, his head laying on the bed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, holding his head.

Soap immediately jerked awake, looking at him. “Oh thank god, you’re awake!”

“Reluctantly…” Rodolfo mumbled, touching his face. “What happened?”

“Well, when you passed out, Alejandro asked what the fuck was going on. I explained about your TBI and how you have… episodes and that the only thing that could save you from potential brain death was going to the hospital, so they both sort of waited until the police came and then just… left.” Soap winced. “Well… not completely left. I… Alejandro said they’d be back. They just have to ‘fix some things’ and then they’d be back.”

Rodolfo wished he could be afraid, but the medication made his brain too foggy. “Great…” He just sighed and shook his head. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Not quite, I did talk to the police, but other than that… yeah.” Soap winced. “They said you can go as soon as you wake up.”

Rodolfo snorted. “Good. Get a nurse so I can get the fuck out of here.”

Soap nodded and stood, leaving the room. He came back a bit later with a nurse and Soap told Rodolfo that the police wanted him to give a statement when he woke up, so they resolved to go to the police station after that.

Rodolfo changed and then he was discharged, and so they went out. Apparently the police had let Soap bring his jeep, which Rodolfo was grateful for, not wanting to have to bother with public transport. He went up to the jeep, frowning when he saw Soap freeze.

Then, a presence came up to his back. “Miss me?”

Well, his brain certainly was working through the fog, now. He closed his eyes, feeling something press against his back.

“Let’s go.”

Tempted to jokingly call this Slasher Party. Fuck it.

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