She hadn't actually wanted either of them to stay with her.  Hell, she hadn't wanted either of them to know she was actually alive, let alone them living in the same space with her.  But, unfortunately they had "fallen" quite close together upon the same earth.  Destined to be trailed by those two, she supposed.
        It may not have seemed like a big deal.  A mercenary living with two other mercenaries, it really shouldn't have seemed like quite that big a deal.  But she knew them.  The bastards.  They were like blood brothers, those two.  Only much worse.  Much, much worse, if you get the meaning.
        Kyle, the younger one had decided to call himself.  Kyle and Damon.  She elected for Stacey, herself.  It seemed so sickening sweet that no one would ever think she was... well, what she really was.  Sweet for her, so terrible for prey.
        While Kyle was a little more reserved, Damon could have seriously gotten them into trouble numerous times.  He didn't seem to have any concept of the idea of jail, nor the police system in the United States.  Not that she was one to remind him, as she still had research to do on the subject.  And then on acceptable prey.  The filthy old wanderers in the streets at night weren't exactly prime meat, but they came cheaper than sirloin.
        So did Kyle, the way he stared at her when she was trying to do said research via the ultimate source of information: television.  She thought it was just her oversensitive paranoia at first, but every time she attempted eye contact, he would look away or off into the distance.  Anything to avoid her gaze.  Then she'd tried experiments; watching TV in nothing but a night gown or a bath robe was as far as it had gotten.  He became even more intense in his staring and "sudden" in his looking away.  Her skimpier and skimpier clothing also attracted a leering Damon, much more obvious in his advances.  Of course, she just told him to fuck off.  She knew what happened to "poor souls" who got lost in his world.  All but Kyle, apparently--though he wasn't quite deep enough yet, that much was obvious.  He was still walking, first of all.
        Strange, increasingly strange.  Even after her "experiments" were over and she was wearing "normal" clothes again, Kyle continued to stare.  Not for staring's sake, but just... admiring her.  Close-up and making her a little uncomfortable.  She was used to being looked at like a meal, sure.  Just not like... that.
 

        Kyle sat in the two-room apartment's kitchen in the dead of night, staring out the cracked window over the sink.  This place was definitely better than home in a lot of ways.  But it felt so... secluded.  It was probably because they couldn't go around announcing themselves to the world, but... it just felt weird.  Alone.  And Stacey didn't help things.  He didn't know if he was being teased or invited, but he had the time to ponder it later into the night.  She was in bed, and Damon had been silently passed out on the couch for quite some time.
        Or had been, anyway.  Kyle heard him murmur a curse and stretch, then get up.  He himself just stayed there, staring out the window, damning nothing in particular for not allowing him to be alone to think.
        Damon further interrupted his thought process by stumbling over, pulling a chair from across the table as loudly as any creature could possibly do so, and sitting down with a loud thud.  Most people looked like shit right after they'd been drinking and had woken up hours later, but not him.  No, he just looked... dangerous.  "Mm."  He greeted.
        Kyle dared a slightly annoyed expression before nodding a greeting.  "This must be early to you."
        The slightly elder creature blew off the joke as though it had never been uttered.  "And why aren't you sleeping?"
        What a strange question for him to ask.  It wasn't like him to be concerned.  "Too much to think on."
        Damon's normally joking face suddenly gave way to a more serious one, a very severe one that lacked almost all emotion.  "Look... I see the way you look at her."
        Kyle swallowed, hard.  This couldn't be good...  "W-what?"
        "I'm not oblivious."  Damon elbowed him, a little humor coming back at the boy's reaction.  "And I see her... roughly the same damn way."  Roughly, indeed...
        Another swallow.  Another deep breath.  It seemed pretty... impossible.  "So... what are you proposing?"
        "That we both get... satisfaction."  The alpha grinned wickedly.  "We're both more or less aware of what she likes.  So let's build on that."
 

        Sleep hadn't come easily in the city at first.  Constant traffic took just a little getting used to, and the general sounds of human yelling... well, that was absolutely terrifying the first several nights.  But when Stacey finally got to sleep, she slept until her body saw fit to allow her otherwise.
        Which was possibly why she hadn't any indication of someone coming into her room... nor the general motions and objects...  She did feel something brush against her forehead and eyes, but she only mumbled and turned, falling back into the dream...
        Motion, sensation--too quick.  Ripped from the depths of sleep gave her too much pause as it was, but in that fashion--
        The choke collar wrung the air out of her for only a moment as the handler at the other end of the leash roughly but successfully got her up on her hands and knees.  This is not good... tore through her mind.  It was Damon.  It had to be.  His expert roughness was not easy to miss in anything he did.  And now this...
        The covers were suddenly ripped away, eliciting a bit of a gasp from both parties.  She'd taken to sleeping naked.  It had nothing to do with her sick fascination over Kyle's reactions to her--it was simply that she really kind of liked it.  Felt a hell of a lot more natural that way.  While her captor's gasp had been in surprise, hers had been in realization--she was naked on a length of chain with some soft fabric blocking her eyesight.  Nowhere to run.  It was over before it began.
        Without her bearings or her vision, it was easy for Damon to push her over, onto her side.  He didn't waste a moment, pouncing on the bed beside her and using all of his strength to pull her on top of himself, holding her hard against him with his arms and circling his legs around hers.  There, now she was absolutely helpless.
        The instinctual panic was overwhelming, forcing her to struggle until she realized far too harshly that her motions were only making things... more interesting for her captor.  So... he too was naked.  And, given that her mind had cleared enough to notice... it was certainly Damon's scent she was taking in.  The understanding began to build like a storm as her mind raced with how to get out of the situation in tact--
        And then she felt another pair of hands ghost over her hips.  Oh, god... they're in this together...  The thought was both astoundingly erotic and unquestionably terrifying, given their history.
        Another gentle whisper of fingertips... and then a grip.  It was shaking and unsure, but the hands remained there this time.  She felt the bed move before she felt another whisper touch of flesh against her back.  Soft, questing, gentle... and as it pressed just slightly harder, drawing against her spine, she knew it to be a pair of lips.
        She shivered in spite of herself.  How... tastefully erotic.  Kyle was so... gentle, whereas Damon was harsh.  But it was Kyle on top of her, moving slowly to make work of her body, not Damon.  So unlike him to take initiative for anything, permission or not.  She rather liked this side of him.
        Damon left no time for her to think things over, to make sense of what was happening.  "Do you think you can hold out long enough?" he whispered to the boy above with a demonic glint in his eye.  It was more the mouthing of words than even a whisper, making sure Stacey had no way of knowing what they were talking about.
        Kyle swallowed and nodded, a bit less than confident.  Hell, he didn't know.  But that wouldn't stop him from trying.  All he knew was what he'd seen on the internet, so at least he had a general idea that he needed...  --Ah, lotion on the night stand.  Perfect.  He leaned over to make use of the softly scented creme, certain to spread much more on himself than he thought necessary.
        That much done, he wiped the rest on the discarded blankets before taking his position again.  Allowing himself time to explore, his hands slid down her sides slowly, coming to rest at her hips.  Then she felt the intentional press of cool, lotioned flesh against--
        She bolted--or tried to.  Damon's strong arms pulled her down against his body, holding her there.  The heat coming off his skin was suddenly too much, panic thick in the air...
        Kyle's hands roamed back to her shoulders, his lips once again softly teasing the back of her neck.  This was all a very dangerous game... but he would not allow it to become anything more than that.  He didn't wish her fear and he certainly didn't want her to hurt from it, in any respect.  Words seemed too heavy... and so he continued with slight and gentle massage until her body relaxed again, Damon's arms losing their readied tension around her.
        She sensed the intentions.  No, not rape.  Just a game like any other game--she'd simply been caught off-guard and cornered.  It seemed that that was not what either of them had wanted... and though she was still nervous, she would play along.  They easily could have done a million horrible things to her by then, and they hadn't.  She felt the careful, questing pressure again... and attempted to do her damnedest to merely relax.  In the human body, she'd never... taken anything... there, before.  The mechanics seemed similar, yes... but humans were so fragile... it was less than perfectly safe.
        Knowing that much, Kyle was very delicate.  His hands found her hips again, being soft but thorough as he moved forward.  The lotion did its job, sending him further bit by bit until he encountered the last defense.
        It hurt.  It did most certainly hurt.  She tensed in spite of herself, even knowing that was the worst thing she could do...
        "Sssshhh..." Damon gently coaxed underneath her, holding her tightly against himself with one hand and lightly caressing her back with the other.  It was so unlike him to have anything to do with this sort of comfort.  Granted it was comfort before sex, but still...
        Trying to take his silent advice, she actually began to gasp with the effort of relaxing.  As was her nature, she still fought.  She still tried to pull away... but it was only a halfhearted effort, now.  Driven mostly by instinct rather than desire.
        Kyle kept pressing forward slowly, feeling her tense but working as carefully as he could.  There was no reason to cause her harm, after all.  He didn't want her to be hurt, just... lightly victimized.  With another careful press, he'd passed the ring of muscle and begun to slide in a little easier--but no faster.  No, he had to be careful... no matter how absolutely wonderful it felt.  Never before had he experienced such heat, such tightness... and he quickly understood exactly why certain things were done for it.  And why, in his life, others had been very keen on not letting him experience it for himself.  He'd never had that alpha personality... but he made a mental note to work on it.
        She actually let go of a soft whimper; she wasn't sure if she could take this.  Taunt and painful, it felt like she was getting ripped wide open.  The effort it took to get herself to relax made her tremble--not something she'd ever wanted anyone to see.  And certainly not Damon, who must have felt her every movement.  He continued to hold her, long strokes of his fingertips over her back or shoulder, waiting.  And obviously with anticipation.
        At long last seated all the way, Kyle whispered gentle encouragement, stroking the unreached areas of her back with a light raking of fingernails.  He panted roughly, other hand strong on her hip.  So tight, so unbelievable... his experience had never been as the master, so to speak.  But this really was bliss.  It felt so... good, in so many ways.  Inside, controlling, forceful but softly.  Hot and smooth and writhing still in tiny muscle contractions, all involuntary.  All deliciously involuntary.  "Your turn."  He whispered, his voice taking an unfamiliar edge.
        Her eyes shot open, though she could not see the grinning ones of the man beneath.  While being on top of him, she was not allowed a dominant role.
        Seeing as how Kyle more or less had her "under control", he used both hands and silent signals to position her.  They moved together, carefully getting her on her knees and crouched, legs nice and far apart.  Damon took a moment to appreciate the view... then decided there was no need to deny her the same.  With a sudden tug, he pulled the knot from the blindfold and dropped it to the floor.
        She met his lusting, smug gaze with a curious one.  It wasn't as if she didn't know what was going to happen... but there were still so many possibilities.  She wanted to chance a look behind to see what Kyle's expression was... but her pride wouldn't let her.  No, all that was left was to stare down the opponent and attempt to anticipate his next move...
        To which he surprised her very little.  One hand went to her breast, while the other he gave a very lewd lick to a single finger.  She glared at that, giving him great amusement, being none too gentle about using his finger to prepare her.  It was ultimately she who surprised him--she hardly needed that preparation.
        "Move a little."  His command was soft, but rode a harsh tone.  He looked right into her eyes as he said it... but it obviously wasn't meant for her.
        Kyle did so, slowly.  Underneath him, Stacey gasped and shivered with the sensation.  It still hurt... but not as much as it had before.  The complex, foreign sensation was just... too difficult to grasp onto.  And damn her resolve... she found she rather enjoyed it.
        Damon only grinned.  Well, if that's how things were...
        She hissed painfully as his first upward thrust was less than careful.  It wasn't as if he'd rammed himself into her (even he wasn't that cruel about things), but it was definitely a surprise.  She felt Kyle's arms wrap around her chest and waist, keeping her close so she wouldn't collapse.
        Damon glanced at the warning glare he was getting from Kyle... and wasn't quite certain he liked it.  The boy was getting a taste for the top... could be dangerous.  But then, with a second thrust, things like that were forgotten in favor of much more interesting activities.  He took a breath and paced himself, using long but slower strokes until she could be lowered entirely upon him.
        They laid there like that for a while, catching their breaths.  Already it had been quite the experience, alright.  But Damon would not be completely content until the act had been accomplished in full.  "Try to get away now."  He growled softly.
        She did.  But it only resulted in the moans of all three of them as she moved savagely against them both.  This was... insane.  Impossible, fleeting... but absolutely too incredible to deny.  The two fucking mercenaries that had convinced her to let them into her home in this strange new world, were going to fuck her brains out.  She didn't even care if they killed her afterwards at that point.  Too much pleasure, and plenty of room for pain.  They could devour her now, between them, ripping her apart, and she'd still die in peace.
        But they were devouring her.  They were feeding off of her heat and energy as if she were a flowing wound; living lifeblood almost seemed to replace the sweat on her skin.  Stranger still, she was not weak, and she did not feel like she was being drained.  Just the opposite; she was reacting to their energy as well.  This was not quite like their home where scales hid skin as easily as emotion.  Here, it was like they could absorb one another's emotional, primal desires and throw it right back.
        Only in the back of her mind did she sense Kyle's teeth before they sank into her flesh.  Imagined lifeblood was not enough, emotion, pleasure--it was not enough.  He needed the real blood, the wound, the entire experience to overload his senses.  He needed to claim her for his own before Damon tried.  The metallic taste, warm and thick in his mouth, down his throat, drove him over.
        Stacey was not even so much as surprised when the pain actually added to the pleasure; the loss of blood, the knowledge he was taking her for his own--not to mention that both of them were in control of Damon the control freak--all together was so, amazingly, powerful.  It was impossible to go on any longer.  She cried out and jerked her body backward, into Kyle's grip, impaling herself firmly a final time upon Damon, and lost a sense of reality altogether.
        Damon himself moaned quietly.  He wasn't much of a screamer during sex, regardless of this particular release being so potent.  He'd become the "victim" of two, in a sense.  Kyle's by default, Stacey's by sex alone.  As he felt a veil of dark unconsciousness fall lightly over him, he also felt her teeth in his shoulder.
        Stacey's by blood and sex... he corrected before falling asleep.  Their mass of three fell lazily on its side, curling up with one another as if it would last a lifetime.