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[monstrousparalysis]

With A Life Like This, Who Needs Hell?

Warning for vivisection, human experimentation, suicidal ideation, temporary character death, and mild exploration of the implications of Viv and Vex just kidnapping gang members.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Emizel Tucker, Viv Weylin, Vex Weylin

Relationships: Emizel Tucker & Vex Weylin & Viv Weylin

Word count: 1,670

Summary:

Emizel Tucker, age 16, goes missing after a night out with friends. He is reported as such 3 days later, when his father, used to his delinquency, gets fed up with what he presumes to be the boy skipping work. This is more than many similar cases of missing adolescents and young adults in Los Angeles have gotten.

The only people who usually notice the disappearances are the friends, fellow members of one of two gangs, the Demons and the Fangs. Of course, anybody involved in gang activity is unlikely to trust the police for help.

Of course, no mortal police force could help with what happens to the missing youths. The Weylin Twins are well above any mortal law, as well as most vampiric ones.

And Emizel Tucker has had the grave misfortune of catching their eyes.

Written for day 13 of @sintember, "Why won't you stay dead?!"

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Emizel Tucker is pretty sure he died at 16 in an alleyway because some Fang got a lucky punch on him. Because the only reasonable explanation for everything that's happened since then is that he's in Hell.

Then again, if he is in Hell, then the fact that he's been “dying” at all seems like a weird amount of mercy, with how peaceful it is right up until he ends up back in this fucking lab. The Adam Sandler movies are annoying, but the ocean of blood is fine, if edgy.

These weird twins definitely aren't human though, that he's sure of. The shit they've been doing to him doesn't make sense.

Illustrating his point perfectly, the one he's gathered is named Viv wedges her hands under his ribcage and just bends it open.

His brain glitches when it tries to process that. It sort of hurts in the same way hitting your funny bone hurts. Probably because your bones aren't supposed to do that.

Whatever, he'd let plenty of Fangs before the motherfucker that landed him here get in a spare hit just for the thrill of the pain. He grits his teeth and breathes through it.

Fuck, he can see his lungs inflating as he does that. He might need to revisit the “being in Hell” thing.

The other one, Vex, starts prodding around his organs, like this is the first time he's seen them.

“You know, Emizel, even beyond the obvious, you are quite the unusual specimen,” he remarks cheerfully, like he's not fondling Emizel's intestines.

He really, really wanted to punch him right now. But that hadn't gone well the last four times he'd tried, so instead, he choked out “You're one to fucking talk” in response. Still, his hands clenched with the urge to break the bastard's nose.

The way they talked to him while they opened him up like he was some sort of particularly interesting toy made him feel…something. Nothing as strong as the feeling of Vex squeezing his guts, but it was still strange.

They were probably just the kind of weirdos who only talked to other people in this kind of situation. Still, it beat having his entire mouth sealed shut, so he tried to respond and keep them interested in what he had to say.

Vex definitely got a kick out of it, giggling at the sharp words like they were a compliment.

“Oh, I'm well aware that me and my sister are unusual, especially to your limited perspective, but you're the man of the hour!”

As he said that, Viv did something that sent a static-y feeling up his spine, his legs twitching.

He hated that they didn't tie him down. He felt like a prey animal, like something so weak and scared that restraining it was a waste of time.

“Lucky me,” he spat with all the sarcasm he could manage.

“I do agree with your assertion, brother," Viv said. “Most of our subjects tend to scream out for somebody when in this much pain, as an instinctual response. Usually, parents.”

She glanced up from Emizel's ribcage to meet his eyes. Her eyes, bright white surrounded by blood red, struck a very rare feeling of outright fear into him. “You haven't the whole time you've been here.”

The absurdity of calling out to Jeffrey to help him mixed the spike of fear into a delirious ridiculousness. He actually might've preferred this to Jeffrey making him earn his keep. At least these two had better taste in music. They even thought he was interesting!

“What, do you guys not catch orphans?” he teased. Maybe the pain was getting to his head. It felt familiar, like the rush he got after a good fight.

Viv broke off a rib from his chest with casual ease, and Emizel shuddered.

As she inspected the marrow, she responded, “Not at all. In fact, the demographics of your gang are proportionally skewed towards parental abandonment.”

With a smile, Vex chimed in, “It does make our jobs much easier if we don't have to worry about Mommy and Daddy trying to track any of you down!”

Oh yeah. They controlled both the Demons and the Fangs, and didn't care about what happened with them.

Emizel had recognized pieces of the gross monsters they made, early on. A hand that felt familiar. Eyes that he'd seen before.

He was always going to end up here. No escaping it. And he had nobody who would care enough to find him except for the friends who'd join him soon.

He's pretty sure he cried about that the first time they revealed it, but he was numb to it now. Maybe Vex pulling out his heart that one time fucked that up.

Regardless, he definitely wasn't numb to the pins and needles feeling of their hands on him. It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was something completely new that he couldn't understand, and it was starting to feel kinda nice.

At least he had one leg up on these freaks. Every time he died, a voice had been counting down from 9, and he hadn't shared that with them. With the way they were studying him, he'd run out of lives soon. He'd die for real, and he wouldn't miss this lab, wouldn't miss the auto shop, and wouldn't miss his lack of a future. He'd flip his life the bird and find some other shit to do.

It was at that moment that Viv paused in her work and asked Vex, “Have you found anything particularly aberrant about his anatomy, brother?”

Vex groaned. “No, it's all small things I've seen before. Have you?”

Viv shook her head. “Aside from past fractures that weren't set, he's perfectly average. He'd make a textbook cadaver if he'd simply stay dead.”

Oh great, he's normal. How comforting.

They both stayed silent, lost in thought. Slowly, a smile crept back onto Vex's face.

“Sister, are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

With a simple look at him, Viv raised an eyebrow.

“If my assumption of what you're thinking is correct, I'd say that it's a worthwhile idea, but we'll have to be logical about it.”

Ugh, twins. Now he had no fucking clue what they were on about.

Vex grabbed Viv by the shoulders, enthused and getting blood on her white lab coat.

“If it all went right, he could be our next masterpiece!”

Emizel started to panic. He'd seen the fucked up creatures Vex called their “artwork”, and he didn't want to be trapped in some kind of fucking human meatball forever.

“I must concur, his true immortality could yield fascinating results in a kindred form,” she said, looking at Emizel with some sort of consideration on her face.

“I'll grab one of the thralls at once!”

“Wait, we should put more consideration into this. I'm unsure that making him a Brujah would be wise, brother. We've already seen how violent his temperament is, wouldn't that be quite the handful?”

Yeah, Emizel officially had no fucking clue what they were on about, but he wanted no part of it. Please, please, just go back to ripping him apart until he'd finally stay a pile of meat on the floor—

Vex looked upset about that comment, though. “Just look at him, Viv! Making him anything other than Brujah would be an insult to our talent! We can't have subpar artwork on purpose!”

Viv's rationality seemed to waver when faced with the potential of this next experiment they could perform on Emizel, like they hadn't done enough already.

“Okay, I concede to your point, Vex. This should make his generation 10th, correct?”

Vex was already rushing out the door with vigor at Viv's approval, leaving with the comment of “We can always find a way to lower it later if we want him to be stronger!”

Viv rolled her eyes. “His impulsivity will find us our final deaths one day,” she muttered to herself.

With that comment out, she turned back to Emizel, like she'd just remembered he was here.

She grinned, and Emizel was fucking terrified. She wasn't the one that did that, and he still didn't know what the fuck they were going to do to him.

“He didn't even remember to close you up first,” she said almost sweetly. Emizel went to stutter out some response, but before he could, she grabbed the opened flaps of his skin and crossed them back over his torso. She pressed them back together so forcefully he wheezed, and they messily bonded back together like clay.

“He's going to complain about that later, but I'm sure he's going to fuss over your skin regardless.”

Her smile bared her teeth as she talked, and for the first time, Emizel noticed that they had fangs.

“I must confess, I'm excited to see how you come out of this, Emizel Tucker. Behave yourself, and you might become one of the most terrifying things we've ever made.”

The promise of that statement enticed him, even through his fear. He didn't want to be anything like the monsters he'd seen so far, but the idea of becoming something even scarier than that appealed to him.

She used a hand to hold his head back against the table, and he noticed how cold she was to the touch.

She leaned down, fangs bared, and bit into his neck.

He tensed for a moment, then suddenly relaxed.

He felt calm. Peaceful. If he focused on it, he could still feel a pleasant sting from the teeth piercing his skin.

He was getting lightheaded, like his blood was all somewhere else.

“Oh,” he said dumbly. “You're vampires.”

He felt Viv stifle a laugh at that, still drinking from him.

He was feeling the newly-familiar fade of dying now, but it sounded like his plan of dying forever wouldn't work out.

Maybe he could accept staying here for a while. If anything was made to stay in hell, it would be a Demon.

[lost-in-frog-land]

communal Suckening OC from the jrwi discord server i'm in!

he was sired by Void so he's a catboy now. and also a vampire. his name is Josh Joshington the third and I love him dearly

[spacedustmantis]

THE SUCKENING FUCK MARRY KILL

this one's fun. get your character!!

for this one i sadly do not have a handy dandy list for you to check out, the characters were all painstakingly pulled from memory. big shoutout to the jrwi freezone guys for the help :3

[monstrousparalysis]

The Real Vampire Society

Warning for rape, non-consensual blood bonding, and a whole theme about abuse of authority.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Shilo Bathroy, Edward Twilight, Arthur Bennett

Relationships: Edward Twilight/Shilo Bathroy, Arthur Bennett & Shilo Bathroy

Word count: 2,845

Summary:

What a shame, what a pain, what horrible luck, for the sheltered young prince to be drugged at his very first Elysium! Politics have gone too far, what sort of monster would do that to such a poor young thing? Thank Caine for the beloved, kind Primogen, that he was keen enough to notice the nobody at the same body trying to sneak away with the prince, and that he was kind enough to offer his own time to take care of him!

Isn't it so frightening that the prince would be foolish enough to trust a stranger over such an authority?

Or, a little divergence from Elysium. Edward Twilight, social butterfly, could have taken Shilo much sooner and with much more ease. And used Arthur's creepiness against him, to boot!

Written for day 9 of @sintember, "Horrifying concept, thank you".

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Shilo clung to Arthur, trying as best as he could to remember how to put one foot in front of the other.

It was definitely harder than it should be. He couldn't even look up, the flashing lights and moving people of the Elysium were completely disorienting for him. Really, Arthur was practically carrying him towards the exit.

But at least the exit would be safe. Safe from this disorientation, safe from these horrible people, and safe from—

“Edward. Did you have anything else to say to me?”

Shilo tensed, matching Arthur as well, and despite it being too late, he felt the urge to hide behind him. What could Edward want with them now?

“Nothing much, brah. I just wanted to say a little bye, since it looks like you're leaving so soon.”

“Yes. My apologies, but something came up.”

“Oh, really? Like what?” Edward said curiously, as if he was just as oblivious to this as he was to most things.

Shilo could practically feel Arthur grit his teeth as he responded, “Like the body that the Prince was served being drugged.”

Edward gasped, and the crowd he drew gasped with him, all eyes suddenly on Shilo once again.

“That's horrible! Let me say right now, I am so, so, so sorry that this happened to you at your first ever Elysium, My Prince.”

Shilo kept his head down, definitely not wanting to meet Edward's eyes right now.

He opened his mouth, needing to say something to wave Edward off, but his brain felt like it was full of cotton, and remembering how to move his mouth was difficult.

What came out was a slurred “'s fine, jus' wanna go home now.”

Edward responded with an inquisitive “Oh?”, and something underneath it flooded Shilo's already cold veins with ice, an instinctive understanding that whatever he'd said was the wrong answer.

“If you wanna head back to the castle now, I can set that up in a flash, brah.”

Gripping tighter to Arthur, Shilo stammered. “N-no, s'ry, I misspoke, I—”

“No, please, allow me, Prince. It's the least I can do to take responsibility for this horrible event.”

“With all due respect, Primogen, the Prince has declined your offer. He does not wish to return to the castle right now.”

Even without the same heightened senses Arthur possessed, Shilo felt like he could hear one of Edward's blood vessels popping.

Still keeping a calm face, and without missing a beat, he responded, “Well, I don't have to take him back to his mommy. But if somebody's out to get this little guy, then maybe somebody powerful should be watching him.”

“I assure you, I am quite skilled in use of the Disciplines. I can, and will, protect the Prince—”

Edward dropped the friendly façade, sending Arthur a cold glare.

“It's kinda sus that you wanna take the Prince with you so bad, Arthur.”

Elysium froze.

“What are you accusing me of?” Arthur said carefully.

“I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, brah. I wanna see the best in everyone! But I noticed that you and that freaky little fledgling of yours were at the same body as the Prince. And I think that makes you two suspects numero uno and dos.”

Shilo needed to say something. Say he trusted Arthur and Emizel, say that they'd done more to help him so far than anyone else, scream about how Edward was the one to force him to drink in the first place.

He could barely keep those thoughts in his head, let alone organize them enough to speak. All that came out of his mouth was a groan as he leaned heavier against Arthur.

Noticing the shift, Edward spoke again, extending an arm. “Let's speed this up, the Prince looks ready to topple over.”

Shilo felt Arthur's grip on him tighten. With half-formed thoughts of how this could go worse in his head, Shilo brushed him off, stumbling over to grab Edward's offered arm.

“It's okay, Arthur, I…Edward is fine,” he slurred, sparing great effort to lift his head and look Arthur in the eyes. Not that he could see them through the sunglasses, but hopefully Arthur could see that there was no winning this fight. He didn't need to publicly make an enemy of a Primogen for Shilo, not after everything else he's done for him. Shilo would be fine.

All the tension left Arthur's body, replaced by a sort of…sad resignation that felt familiar on him.

“As you wish, Prince Shilo.”

Edward's hold on him felt different. Not physically, but different, somehow. It supported him no less, and yet the thought that he was helpless without it, helpless to resist it, sent revulsion shuddering through his skin.

Edward was clearly much more relaxed now, turning back to Arthur with a smirk. “Thanks for understanding, brah. No offense meant, but you come off a little…shady.”

The crowd chuckled at the pun, and Shilo's head throbbed as Edward began to lead them away.

He kept his head down yet again, not only to hide from the sight of Elysium, but also out of shame. He could register bits and pieces of conversation about how kind Edward was to give up the rest of his night to take care of him.

This “kindness” tasted just as wrong on his tongue as the blood that caused it. Honeyed sweet to disguise something worse underneath. What, Shilo couldn't begin to guess, but it couldn't be good.

He shuffled as best he could, but he could feel Edward getting annoyed by his slow pace. It just- he didn't know what was in that blood, but it was only getting harder for him to walk, to think.

With the same charming face as ever, Edward turned to him, quipping “It'll take us all night to cross the floor at this rate, brah. Let me give you a lift.”

With that, he leaned down and picked up Shilo, carrying him in his arms like he weighed nothing. Shilo's head spun, and the crowd around cooed.

Shilo knew he shouldn't accept this, but his thoughts really were starting to slow down, and he didn't know if he could stand again if Edward did put him down.

The crowd parted for them as they moved.

Edward smelled nice.

Shilo buried his head in Edward's shoulder, finally blocking out the flashing, headache-inducing lights of Elysium, and let himself be carried wherever.

Shortly later, they were in some sort of lowly-lit, smaller room, the sounds of Elysium muffled as well. With the change in atmosphere, Shilo couldn't help but relax.

Edward set him down on something soft. Despite everything he'd done tonight, Shilo couldn't help but start to feel appreciative of him. It wasn't like they had proof that Edward had drugged the body. Maybe he had just wanted the Prince to honor their shared subjects. Maybe somebody else had a problem with him and wanted to frame Edward for it.

Edward walked away for…a moment. Shilo wasn't sure how long. Time was starting to feel weird and shaky. But he came back with a very nice cup, clear and full of dark blood.

“It, like, super sucks that I'm the reason you're messed up right now, so I brought you a lil sip to make up for it.”

Shilo smiled groggily, attempting to move to accept his offer, but only succeeding in flopping an arm around uncoordinatedly.

Edward, noticing the reaction, propped Shilo up against the armrest behind him, putting a hand on the back of his neck to steady him and using a thumb to tilt his head back.

“Drink up, little pequeño bro,” he said, watching Shilo's mouth intently as he lifted the cup to his lips.

The blood inside trickled into Shilo's mouth at a perfectly manageable pace, and as it touched his tongue, the sweet taste made him feel much better. He swallowed his drink as quickly as he could, taste coating his throat and giving him a nice, floaty feeling that took away the rest of his headache.

As he drank, he felt more and more grateful for Edward and how kind he was being. He didn't have to go out of his way to get Shilo blood, and to feed it to him like this too? Maybe this was his way of apologizing for his pushiness earlier!

The blood stopped flowing, and Edward tilted his head back down, using a thumb to wipe the blood off of his lips.

“Wow, you must've been hungry. I'll have to feed you some more later. For now, though, you just focus on getting some Z's.”

Shilo nodded, appreciating both the offer and the opportunity to rest. Even beyond his limbs feeling heavy and awkward to move, the headache had still left his brain slow and tired, and a nap sounded very nice right now.

Keeping his hands on Shilo, Edward pushed him back down onto the soft seat, and Shilo sank into it.

He would've been perfectly happy to let the world fade away completely, until he felt Edward's hands still on him, moving.

He tried to ask him what he was doing, but all he could get out was a muffled sound of confusion.

Still, Edward answered his unspoken question. “I'm just helping you get comfortable, little brah. These clothes are like, super stuffy, and they'll probably get wrinkled if you snooze in them.”

Oh, that made sense! Shilo relaxed again, letting Edward maneuver him to pull his coat off and take off his corset. He was right, the clothes were sort of uncomfortable, and the corset had so many buttons that it was surprising he got it off so easily.

It was when his hands started to undo Shilo's pants that Shilo felt like something was wrong again. He would prefer to stay decent while asleep, even if the clothes were rather formal. He always dressed in this manner, after all, the clothes were not that uncomfortable to him.

As Edward pulled the pants off his legs, Shilo whined. He tried to close his legs, but Edward pressed them back open, shushing him again.

“Don't worry about it, just let Big Papa Eddie take care of you.”

Shilo really, really wanted to trust him. He hadn't been the nicest tonight, but he had just seemed like he was trying to be better! He'd been concerned for Shilo, and carried him when it got hard to walk, and brought him to this much more private room, but- Shilo doesn't think anyone's seen this much of his body since he was a child and his mother or uncle still had to help him dress. At the very least, this was definitely improper.

He jolted at the feeling of Edward's bare hands against his skin, sliding under his shirt and touching his stomach. Despite the gentle touch also being something he couldn't remember feeling since childhood, it made him shudder. He wanted to push Edward away, but his arms were still so weak for some reason, his very brain upset at how much he was thinking instead of just letting himself slide into blissful unconsciousness.

“C'mon brah, don't fight me, just let it happen. You'll feel all better tomorrow,” Edward said, suddenly next to his ear. Shilo shivered at the feeling of his cold breath against his face, at the feeling of so much of his skin being exposed to open air. His shirt was pushed up onto his chest by now, the beautiful clothes he'd been given strewn in piles on the floor.

Edward's hands slipped lower, toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Shilo started crying. Whatever Edward was doing, it couldn't be anything good. This was gross, and Shilo didn't want it, and tears started dripping down his face as he whined again.

Shilo's underwear slipped down his legs, exposing his most sensitive flesh to open air. No, no, this couldn't be happening—

Edward sat up, and after he dropped Shilo's last scrap of modesty to the floor, Shilo felt hands curl under his knees, pressing them up to his shoulders and folding him in half. Shilo started to sob, and in response, Edward's thumbs rubbed circles into his inner thighs in a disturbing mimicry of comfort.

“It's alright, let it all out, little guy. Nobody can hear you back here,” he soothed.

Shilo obliged, crying louder.

Still keeping his legs pressed to his chest, Edward reached over him to grab something from an end table. Shilo heard the snap of a bottle cap, then felt a cold and disgustingly slick finger press into him.

He cut his own sob off with a gasp, eyes wide with bloody tears still pooled in them.

“Wow, you're tight. Is it your first time?”

Shilo groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. He wanted the intrusion out, but beyond his instinctual reaction, his body refused to push against it. He couldn't help but stay limp.

Edward smirked. “Don't worry, you're in great hands. I didn't get so popular without having a few tricks up my sleeve, aha.”

Shilo felt him poking around, exploring his body. He tried to hide in the darkness behind his eyelids, not able to look at the scene before him.

The darkness was safer.

Arthur was safer.

But he couldn't hear anyone through the walls separating them, and there was no way anyone would hear him.

Edward brushed a specific, tender spot inside him, and Shilo twitched involuntarily. Even the way his body moved was controlled by Edward now…

Edward took note of the twitch, pressing down against the spot firmly. “I'm getting ready to make you feel real good, brah.”

The movements inside him were starting to feel good. Shilo didn't want Edward to be making him feel good anymore.

A second finger pressed at his hole, and his traitorous, poisoned body was relaxed enough to let it in.

Some part of him gave up at that, instead trying to focus on anything else.

The room around him was dark.

The seat under him was soft and fuzzy.

Every voice he heard was muffled, too far away to help or hurt him.

Maybe this was just a nightmare.

It felt too nice for a nightmare.

The fingers pulled out of him, and he whined, pushing his eyes open the slightest bit.

“Time to make your dreams come true, baby boy,” Edward cooed.

The reminder of what was happening to him hurt like a stake to his heart, and left him just as helpless.

Something thicker pressed against his entrance, and his tears returned. But not from pain. The stretch felt nauseatingly good, his relaxed muscles giving way to the intrusion, that carefully massaged spot inside him lighting up at the contact.

Shilo choked on a sob. He wished Edward would just hurt him instead.

Edward stopped when he was all the way inside for just a moment, leaning down to kiss the tear tracks on Shilo's cheeks. Shilo tried so hard to push him away, but his arm would barely press against Edward.

Edward clasped his hand over the one Shilo had pressed to his chest, interlocking their fingers.

“Bet this feels like a lot, huh? It's alright, just take it all in and enjoy.”

With that, he started moving, pulling out then pushing back in at a painfully gentle pace. Shilo keened involuntarily, feeling his arousal betray him.

The steady rocking back and forth made him want to throw up everything he'd drank tonight, but even so, his hips twitched like they wanted to press back against it.

If he just- if he just ignored him, if he just blocked out Edward's voice from his ears- maybe he could just enjoy it like he asked.

Maybe it was unfair to ignore Edward when he was doing all this work to make Shilo feel good, but a prince was allowed to be a touch selfish, right?

Shilo relaxed into the thrusts, moans slipping out of his lips now that he didn't hold them back. He felt his dick twitch against his stomach.

“Aww, I think the little guy wants some attention too, doesn't he?”

Shilo whimpered, nodding weakly and bucking his hips the best he could.

The hand against him was perfect, soft but firm in grip, stroking just in sync with the thrusts.

Blood kept spilling down his face, his tears pushed out by how much was inside him, how much he was feeling.

The pleasure only added more, building up, curling in his stomach in the space the nausea had left.

He couldn't scream as he came, only whining as his body tensed one more time. With the way the liquid splattered on his stomach, maybe it was a good thing his shirt was pushed up.

He started sinking, falling away from his body. The continued movements inside him were a little uncomfortable, but he could barely feel them. He could barely feel much of anything.

“Go ahead and take that nap now, buddy. You probably won't remember any of this tomorrow.”

[monstrousparalysis]

Rejoice, all, for I have finished my three and a half month labor of love! Vampire twins sharing blood in every sense of the words! Moral conflict! Sexual tension! Cool AO3 coding that took me like three hours to properly implement in order to do a cool little thing to make some of the text change when you click it, hence why I cannot fully post the fic here too!

So, please enjoy "desire, i'm hungry (i hope you'll feed me)"

3.9k words of Emizel/Shilo! (that are actually more like 4.3k, the coding did a few weird things like that <3)

[monstrousparalysis]

Guilt of a Voyeuristic Geminaephiliac

Warning for incest, sex, accidental voyeurism, and Arthur being a mess of guilt, lol.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Arthur Bennett, Emizel Tucker, Shilo Bathroy

Relationships: Arthur Bennett/Emizel Tucker/Shilo Bathroy, Emizel Tucker/Shilo Bathroy (Guarddog)

Word count: 1,058

Summary:

Maybe Arthur keeping his heightened hearing on while taking shelter in yet another sex motel just wasn't a good idea in general. Regardless, he wasn't expecting the noisy room to be the one the twins were staying in.

Written for day 2 of @sintember, "You Just Let It Happen"

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Arthur Bennett had seen and heard plenty of things he wished he hadn't in his years of unlife. Even beyond the horrors of the world, the evils that ever jaded him in his search for peace, there were some things that were less dramatic and more simply awkward and uncomfortable.

His heightened senses, useful as they were, didn't care about what they sensed. Sometimes, it was vital information uttered in a whisper he wasn't meant to hear, or the smallest breath of a hunter stalking him. And sometimes, it was a private moment between a couple residing in a room with unfortunately thin walls.

Still, as he sat in the closet of his room in yet another sex motel that was simply the cheapest place to stay with the least likelihood to ask questions, he reflected that it was quite different to know the couple he was accidentally eavesdropping on.

And even worse to know they were brothers.

Panting, moaning, and the slight creaking of a bed rocking back and forth all formed some sort of cursed symphony.

"Ah, ah, E- Emizel, please—"

"Hey, keep it down, Arthur's right next to us and he's got really good hearing."

At least they were trying to be conscientious.

He should do something about this. The boys are reckless, and young, and making mistakes like this could have serious repercussions. Emizel might be no stranger to impulsive actions with major consequences, but Shilo had hardly left his room before he came to Los Angeles. The prince is smart, but he's also naïve. Surely, too naïve to truly understand the wrongness of what he's doing. Or, what Emizel's doing to him, his ears unhelpfully supplied.

If nothing else, he should stop listening so closely as they used the motel room for its intended purpose.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt as Shilo whined in a pitch high enough that he probably would've heard it even with a human's senses.

"There! Emizel, please, keep-"

A shifting of weight, an increase of creaking, skin slapping against skin. A wail.

"Do you want Arthur to hear this?" Emizel said in a voice that practically carried a cocky grin with it.

A whimper.

"I bet you wish he could see you like this, huh? Dropping the whole innocent shtick and begging to be split open on your brother's cock like a real prince. Bet he'd get off on it too."

A moan unlike any Arthur's ever heard before in its desperation.

If he were human, he would've flushed, not only from embarrassment, but from the shame of how right Emizel was. Some part of his brain certainly agreed with him, conjuring the unbeckoned image of Shilo folded in half, Emizel holding his legs up against his chest as he thrusted in and out. Maybe Emizel would lean down, and-

The wet sounds of lips smacking. Sounds of passion muffled by one mouth against another.

Slowly, almost unconsciously, he felt the shadows around him turn more tangible, teasing at the waistband of his pants.

He disgusted himself most of the time, but this was a new low.

He wondered how repulsed the twins would be if they knew Arthur could actually hear them. Worse, that he was aroused from it. Or at least, he hoped they would be repulsed by him in reality and Emizel was just running his mouth.

Then again, Emizel running his mouth was almost certainly how they'd all gotten here in the first place. He knew that boy would be a horrible influence on the prince, but he hadn't had the heart to separate them. Not when sometimes, he looked at their faces, and all he saw was Emma and Mikey, and his guilt told him the closer he got, the worse off they were.

Proven true by the fact that for all he wanted to throw up until all the blood in him was gone and he was just blissfully normal, or at least dead, the shadows still rubbed against him, now in tune to the still-audible creaking behind the wall.

Shilo's sounds got louder again, presumably no longer impeded by his brother's mouth against his. Arthur covered his own with a hand, spreading his legs slightly to give the shadows more room.

Emizel, meanwhile, wouldn't shut his mouth.

"How about we see if you can get loud enough for everyone to hear?"

So much for conscientiousness.

A filthy, slick, all too evocative stroking sound found its way into Arthur's ears, almost immediately drowned out by a wail that nearly hurt them.

Shilo was incomprehensible now, babbling halves of words and broken moans. Arthur bit his hand, shadows writhing faster against him.

After a mere few seconds, the sound of splattering liquid joined in. Then, slowly, whimpering from Shilo, likely caused by Emizel's pace staying the same.

"Fuck, give me a minute, almost done. You can take it, fuck-"

God help him, Arthur nearly came from the mental image that inspired alone. Shilo, clearly overstimulated, most likely flushed and covered in his own fluids while Emizel just kept going, his pace starting to get unsteady—

Shilo's breath was starting to catch, like he was crying, and the thought of Shilo with tears on his face, possibly trying to get away, tipped Arthur over the edge, his legs shaking where he sat.

Emizel's moans certainly seemed to signify that he was following suit. Sporadic quiet impacts of skin on skin indicated he hadn't pulled out, instead opting to hump his cum further inside Shilo.

The shadows that had just finished moving shifted in his pants again, the appeal of the concept alone tempting him towards a second round. However, he finally seemed to gain some semblance of a basic morality, so instead, he dismissed the darkness.

He slumped further down against the closet floor, no longer listening so closely. He cringed at the feeling of the wet mess inside his underwear touching his skin, but perhaps he deserved the discomfort for now. For as awful as he'd just been, surely he could stand the barest consequences of his actions.

For as alone as he was, surrounded only by the absence of light, he felt invariably watched. As though something higher had listened in on him as he just had the twins, refusing to interfere with his sinfulness because they found it entertaining.

[monstrousparalysis]

Flowers May Wilt in the Dark, but Black and White is Far Too Stark

Warnings for sexual themes, fear and pain play, slight violence, level one blood bonding, and dubious consent (for things other than sex tho, the implicit sex at the end is fully consensual). Read at your own discretion.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Arthur Bennett, Shilo Bathroy

Relationships: Arthur Bennett/Shilo Bathroy (Royal Pain)

Word count: 2,303

Summary:

Shilo Bathroy does not have much experience with the world outside of his room in Dracula's Castle, or with life or unlife in general. There are plenty parts of his sudden survival out of the castle that are almost completely new to him! And in a world and a society so unkind to inexperience and innocence, it's a good idea for him to ask somebody he trusts to introduce him to the darker parts of this world.

What isn't a good idea, Arthur knows, is trusting him.

Written for day 1 of @sintember, "Innocence"

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Shilo:“What is there to lose now anyway?” Arthur:“Humanity, prince. There is always something to lose. You do not know true darkness until you have become nothing but a beast.” Shilo:“Then show me. Show me what it looks like.” Arthur:“Do not blame me if you regret this.” -Just Roll With It:The Suckening, episode 5, "The Unseen One", 2:27:27-2:27:54

Shilo kneeled in the middle of the darkened room, blinking curiously. Most likely, he was getting accustomed to the room being so dark that he couldn't see a difference between opening and closing his eyes.

Of course, Arthur could see through his own darkness just fine. He could see Shilo start to tense up, anxiety settling in. Even though the prince naïvely trusted Arthur, pure darkness scared most people.

Hence why he'd asked Arthur to help accustom him to fear, and other things he had little exposure to due to his upbringing. He wanted some level of experience with these feelings that most people were much more acquainted with.

It wasn't a bad plan. For as virtuous as the prince's inexperience made him, it also made him, well, inexperienced. In a world as cruel as theirs, it was smart for him to gain some familiarity with hardships like fear and pain in a controlled environment.

The only mistake Shilo had made was asking Arthur to help with it. To be the one to introduce him to the darkness of the world.

To take his innocence, as he'd so unknowingly phrased it, because surely Arthur could be trusted to only do enough to get the point across, to not hurt Shilo too badly. It was of no issue to the boy that he knew nothing about Arthur's past, and how he was the last person who should be trusted with something good.

He'd warned the prince over and over to keep his guard up, but he was still insistent on believing that Arthur was good. Really, it was only filling his obligations for what Shilo had asked him to do if Arthur took advantage of that faith in him.

Arthur circled Shilo, already restraining himself from pouncing on him. It wouldn't do to give in so quickly. He wanted to slowly work him up. Watch him get more and more frightened until he realized the mistake he'd made.

“Arthur?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, prince?”

Shilo jerked, head turning in the direction Arthur's voice came from.

“Oh, I did not know you were moving! I suppose that makes sense, it is…more unsettling to not know where you are.”

He paused for a second, clearly nervous, before continuing, “Um, did you have anything else planned for all of this?”

Arthur stepped slightly closer, standing at some random angle away from where Shilo was looking.

“I do,” he answered. “What most fear about the darkness is the unknowns inside it. It removes your ability to see what's coming, and that is the greatest fear of all.”

Arthur's voice softened for a moment, thinking of how many unknowns the prince was already dealing with. “In this respect, prince, you've likely already learned more about how to survive this type of fear than I could ever teach you.”

The following sight of Shilo so genuinely happy with Arthur's praise of him threw off his control of the shadows enough that for a moment, Shilo may have literally glowed.

The Beast within him growled with the desire to snuff out that light. The darkness snapped back so quickly that it was rather easy to condense some of it even further, into a group of tendrils surrounding Shilo.

The tendrils began to wrap around him, and his smile quickly faded as he let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a groan at the cold, firm sensation of them. Yet, for all he seemed to dislike them, he didn't even try to struggle, letting them restrain him without complaint or question.

This, Arthur reasoned, was exactly why it was ultimately a good thing that Shilo came to him for this. The prince had no clue how tempting he was in his submission. Of how it made The Beast Inside yearn to take advantage of him, to debauch and to touch and to corrupt him. And no matter how monstrous Arthur was, he knew just how much other kindred could be worse.

The largest tendril, practically as thick around as his thigh, wrapped around his small waist. Another grabbed his arms, securing them together in his lap. The last two wove in between his legs, forcing them a touch more open to make space.

The prince shivered, opening and closing his mouth multiple times but finding nothing to say. Perhaps he felt it would be shameful to express his fear when he'd asked Arthur for it.

Arthur moved, silently stalking through his darkness to a spot directly in front of Shilo. He took a knee to come down to Shilo's level, and with a hand, he gently tilted Shilo's head up.

The prince gasped at the movement, staring directly forward into what happened to be Arthur's eyes. The concern and confusion behind his own eyes was tantalizing.

In a low murmur, close enough for Shilo to feel the cold breath against his face, Arthur said, “You're doing well, prince.”

Arthur had never known a vampire to blush before, but then again, both of the twins were unusual in that way. The smell of rushing blood nearly made him dizzy with craving.

“Thank you, sir,” Shilo replied. Arthur raised an eyebrow, and after a moment, Shilo corrected, “Ah, my apologies, Arthur, I don't- I didn't mean to be so, well, formal all of a sudden.”

“No offense taken,” Arthur said, straightening back up. “Quite the interesting reaction,” he thought as he circled around behind Shilo with careful movements. Was the prince subconsciously trying to appease him with deference now that he was so clearly at his mercy?

No matter. He sat down, now just behind Shilo, and gently pulled the fabric of his clothes away to inspect his tender neck.

Shilo tensed. In a tone reminiscent of frayed strings pulled taught, he asked “What are you doing now?”

Arthur raised his other hand, wrapping it around Shilo's neck to tilt his head out of the way.

Speaking with his lips nearly against his ear: “It wouldn't be unknown if I told you, Shilo.”

He moved, tilting his head down to press his mouth against Shilo's neck, and finally, far too late, Shilo started struggling.

“Arthur, I do not think this is a good idea- ah!” he cut himself off with a yelp as the tendrils tightened around him further.

Arthur opened his mouth, savoring the scent of the prince's blood, the sight of his terror, the sound of his whimpers, and the feel of his porcelain skin against his teeth.

His teeth wouldn't be able to pierce Shilo's skin, but the prince hadn't been made aware of that yet.

Arthur began to bite down alongside the tendrils' continued tightening of their grip, pressure steadily increasing until something broke.

A bone in Shilo's arm snapped, and he let out a cry, blood beginning to drip down his face.

With the sound of the break, Arthur released his bite, and the tendrils returned to their casual holds. The mark on Shilo's neck was bruising, yet another fascinating piece of his biology. Fortunately for the prince's propriety, his collar perfectly hid Arthur's mark. He couldn't tell if he was disappointed or sickeningly satisfied with that detail.

“Apologies, prince. You had said you wanted to gain more experience with pain as well, and this was an effective way to introduce that.”

Shilo panted, breathing in air to speak only for it to forcefully push out of his lungs in sobs for a moment.

Slowly, he contained himself, and responded with a strained “I understand. Thank you, sir.”

This time, he didn't even correct himself. He was probably too absorbed with the pain to notice, so Arthur shrugged it off.

“Now, let the shock and hurt settle until you can think through them. If it is too much for you before then, you can heal it.”

He kept his eyes on Shilo as he spoke, watching his expressions. The prince gave a slight nod, wincing in pain as he tried to focus. He still breathed in and out, which wasn't unusual for kindred trying to collect themselves.

Even in his pain, he was tempting, letting out whimpers or whines on every other exhale and biting his lip to distract himself. Arthur couldn't take his eyes off of him.

After a few moments, Shilo's breathing slowed, and his sounds became quieter, more sporadic.

He released his bottom lip from his teeth and let out a shaky chuckle. “I- I think I've got it. It is still—” he shifted the slightest amount and gasped in pain— “still unpleasant! But- I am talking to you now, am I not?”

Arthur hummed, standing up with a pat to Shilo's shoulder and circling around him again. “Well done, prince. Of course, in real danger, you won't have this much time. But in those situations, adrenaline often helps you to ignore pain.”

Shilo smiled, closing his eyes to focus on healing the injury. “I suppose I will have to get my experience in real danger from somewhere else,” he joked.

The idea of anyone else putting their hands on Shilo in such a way sent a stab of protectiveness (or maybe plain possessiveness) through Arthur.

“Ideally, you won't have to,” he said curtly.

Shilo laughed softly. “Since when have you been an optimist?” he joked.

In a state that Arthur wishes he could call frenzy, but knows was simply his own temptations winning out, he grabbed hold of his shadows again and yanked.

The tendrils wrapped around Shilo shifted rapidly, pulling him down to pin him against the floor. He yelped at the sudden movement, only to cut himself off as his head hit the hard floor just hard enough to shake him up.

Arthur kneeled down, this time straddling Shilo. He really didn't need to, his darkness was more than strong enough to hold the boy down, but the sight of Shilo so small and helpless under him was something he hungered for more than blood.

“You misunderstand, prince. You are correct, optimism is not in my nature,” he said, grabbing Shilo's chin again, this time tracing his bottom lip with his ungloved thumb.

Shilo opened his mouth, to ask a question or plead or scream, and Arthur interrupted him, sticking that thumb in his mouth to hold his tongue down.

In a voice with a chilling calm he didn't truly feel, Arthur continued, “I was being an opportunist,” as he pressed his thumb against one of Shilo's fangs, cutting it open.

Shilo's mouth was still agape, just enough for Arthur to watch his own blood drip down, covering his tongue and pooling near his throat.

Shilo's eyes widened as he felt the sanguine fluid collect in his mouth. Immediately, he tried to close it, tried to thrash his head out of the way, but he only succeeded in cutting open the digit more, causing more blood to flow.

Once he felt enough had dripped in, Arthur removed his thumb, shadows quickly crawling up Shilo's face to cover his mouth. He licked the wound to seal it closed, savoring the spark of bliss that Shilo's fang digging under his skin had brought.

With the shroud of darkness around them now unnecessary, Arthur dispelled it, examining Shilo's shock in all its details. His wide eyes were a deep, rich ruby red, matching the eyeshadow the boy wore around them, and Arthur removed his sunglasses as he stared into them, Shilo finally seeing the slits his pupils had become.

“Well, prince?" he asked. “I believe it would be rude of you to refuse a gift from a subject.”

To Arthur's surprise, Shilo nodded, keeping his gaze locked on Arthur's, throat bobbing as he swallowed. Perhaps the prince saw no point in resisting?

He removed the shadows over his mouth, still trying to figure out what to say next, only to have his thoughts interrupted by another surprise.

Shilo whined again in a way that bordered on obscene as his mouth was uncovered. Seemingly involuntarily, he bucked beneath him, and Arthur felt an unexpected firmness against him as their hips made momentary contact.

He froze in place, going completely silent.

As Shilo calmed down, he noticed Arthur's response, and his blush returned in full force.

“Sorry! My- my apologies, sir- Arthur, I mean, I did not mean to be improper, but I- it- the blood bond, you know how it works, and-”

Arthur lifted a hand, and Shilo stopped his stammering, sheepishly looking away.

“This is the first time I have given you my blood, prince. The only effect should be heightened emotions.”

Shilo's embarrassed silence said more than any explanation of his probably would. Arthur…had to take a moment to process this.

Shilo fidgeted, still worked up, and after a few moments, coyly said, “...since it was you who offered the blood, should you not take responsibility for its side effects on me?”

Arthur would've matched Shilo's blush if he could.

Shilo, able to see Arthur's confusion easily without his sunglasses hiding his eyes, pouted.

“Is this really such a surprise to you? I was trying to be rather clear with my desires without having to be crass,” he explained.

Internally, Arthur remembered more than his fair share of strange interactions in the past. Interactions that he'd only been told afterwards, when he recounted the story to somebody like Mary or Magnus, were flirting.

“What a pain,” he sighed.

And despite the annoyance of courtship rituals he didn't understand, Arthur conceded to Shilo's offer, accepting that maybe Shilo had already been less innocent than he'd given him credit for.