A black net shirt molded to his upper body like a glove to a hand. It outlined the movement of muscle as Grif's hand lowered to the front of his pants, brushing away an imaginary piece of dust. Smirking faintly, he took in the sight of the young man kneeling not too far away from him. The slave had the classic, delicate features Grif tended to favor. The slave's chocolate brown eyes were downcast as he waited silently for his new Master's orders.

Glancing at the vampire Master standing next to him, Grif said, "You won this time, Dominic."

Dominic turned his head slightly towards him, a spark of amusement in the azure depths of his eyes. Looking back to the young man kneeling before them, Dom leaned to the side to whisper in Grif's ear. "Perhaps next time, my friend." He moved slowly to the kneeling man and slipped a hand under his chin, lifting the slave’s head slowly. "And such a pretty prize you lost, Griffith."

Grif shrugged and a slow sweep of his gaze wandered over the other vampire Master. Dominic held even more appeal than the slave, though Grif refused to admit that. Dominic possessed a piercing gaze that could look straight into a person's soul, and Grif had felt that effect more than once himself. "There will always be a next time. And I quite agree; he is a very pretty toy."

"And what shall I do with my newly-won toy?" It was unclear as to where the question was directed, and Dominic turned to flash a wicked grin at Grif, revealing the slightest hint of pointed teeth. A hungry gaze swept over Grif, as if Dominic favored toying with him over the young mortal for which they had been competing.

A brow crept upward and Grif's eyes narrowed slightly as he kept a steady gaze on Dominic. Folding his arms against his chest, he leaned back against the wall behind him. "Is that an offer to share?"

Dominic looked back down at the young mortal. "Perhaps." As he bent over to brush his lips across the mortal's, the leather of his pants tightened over his ass, reflecting the light from a nearby lamp.

Grif couldn’t help but notice. For a brief moment, a darker gleam of his own interest flared within him, and he figured the action had been deliberate. A tightening to the front of his pants betrayed the slow stirring of his own body. "When you make up your mind, do let me know, Dominic."

Dominic straightened and turned slowly. His gaze drifted down Grif’s body before sliding back up to his eyes. "Impatience, Grif?" he teased quietly. "Hardly like you." His blue eyes darkened and he smiled. "Or are you jealous?"

A careful calm descended over Grif as he remained utterly still, feeling the drift of Dominic's gaze like a touch. Smiling faintly, he appeared to be totally relaxed against the wall. Even though the sub was the type that generally interested him, he hadn't really looked closely at the young mortal still kneeling near Dominic. "I'm never impatient and you know that. Why would you think I'm jealous?"

Dominic left the mortal and slowly approached him. He placed his palms flat against the wall, on either side of Grif's head, and flicked his tongue quickly across Grif’s lips.

An almost imperceptible growl vibrated from Grif's throat with Dominic's close proximity. Before Dominic could withdraw his tongue, Grif bit at it. The other vampire pulled away then, but not before a darker desire reflected in his eyes.

"Please, my friend," Dominic said as he returned to the mortal. "Join me. Between the two of us, I'm sure we can find some use for this delectable young man before us."

Lately, Dominic had taken to playing with Grif in an intense game, and it started to draw Grif in. However, he still tried to maintain that carefully unaffected facade. Pushing from the wall, he advanced on Dominic. Once he was close enough, he lifted his hand and cupped it against the outline of Dominic's cock as he leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"We'll let your little plaything take care of your problem. I get his mouth."

Dominic slid his tongue over his lips, smearing a small trace of blood across them.

Unable to resist the urge to taste at that blood, Grif's tongue darted over Dominic's lips, cleaning them. A brief flicker of hunger flashed across Dominic's face, yet it was not directed at the mortal in question.

"Very well," Dominic said quietly. He reached down and grasped Grif's wrist. "But do not start something you don't intend to finish." One eye fluttered closed in the quickest of winks before he turned his attentions to the young mortal. "On your hands and knees, young man," he ordered. "Let us see what the rest of that beautiful body looks like."

Chuckling, Grif countered, "Don't start something you can't win, my friend." His attention returned to the sub, watching silently.

Flashing Grif a dark look, Dominic seemed to choose to ignore that last remark. Returning his attentions to the slave, he stroked his fingertips down the young mortal's spine, drawing a shudder and a catch of breath from the man. As he neared his ass, Dominic drew his hand away. A split second later, the sound of a sharp smack broke the silence, followed by a stifled whimper from the mortal.

"Such a beautiful ass you have," Dominic mused quietly.

The sub nodded and his voice shook as he respectfully answered, "Yes, Master."

As Grif moved slightly closer, he left Dominic enough room to play. The mild expression on Grif's face had a faintly amused edge, though he knew the noticeable scent of his arousal was discernible to the other vampire Master. He couldn't hide that, even though he portrayed himself as unaffected by what he was seeing.

Dominic leaned over and slid his fingers through the mortal's hair, gently pulling his head up and back. Kneeling behind him, he lowered his head to lick a slow path over the side of the sub's throat. He looked up and opened his mouth to nick the mortal's flesh with his fangs.

Grif recognized the message Dominic sent him. As his own fangs dropped, they became visible in the curve of his smile. The flare of his nostrils took in the rich scent of blood and Dominic himself. From the look Dominic pinned on him, Grif knew he was being toyed with.

"Do come play," Dominic whispered before licking the sub's neck to close the wound. He straightened himself back up and released the mortal's hair to slide his hand down his spine. Then Dominic opened his pants and shoved them to the floor. Eight inches of hard flesh sprang forward and he rubbed his length over the crack of the sub's ass.

A dark, heated gaze sharpened and focused on Dominic. Staring at Dominic's cock, Grif walked towards the sub's head, kneeling as he unfastened his own pants. This isn't the first time you've played this game with me. Why do I feel like it won't be the last? Dominic's gaze swept over Grif's body. Ah, but you know me too well. He pulled back the slightest bit and reached over to grab a small bottle of lube from the table beside him. After popping up the cap, he stroked his cock slowly, from base to tip, slicking it up. He set the bottle down and rubbed the head of his cock over the sub's entrance.

Never start something you can't win. I told you that earlier.

Smiling slightly, Grif tangled his fingers in the sub's silky blond hair, drawing his head down. Feeling the heat of that mouth envelop him, he gasped. At the same moment, a push of Dominic's hips buried him to the hilt in the sub's body and he leaned forward to grab the back of Grif's neck, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Silencing a groan, Grif reacted instinctively, returning the flavor of the unexpected kiss.

And who says I can't win? Dominic nipped at Grif's tongue and licked away the droplets of blood before pulling away.

Grif's hips jerked abruptly, burying his cock in the slave’s mouth. When Dominic looked down, heat rushed through him as he watched Grif's cock disappear down the sub's throat. Keeping a firm grip on the mortal's hips, Dominic pulled out and thrust back inside. The force of it shook the young man between them, pushing a soft, keening moan from him. Dominic ground his body against the young man's, his gaze pinned intently on the graceful curve of Grif's neck.

Every hard thrust of Dominic's body into the sub drove Grif into the blonde's mouth. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes and caught the fixated stare on him. Grif understood exactly what Dominic wanted. The desire that possessed him flared within his own mind, the one place he couldn't deny how much he wanted the vampire Master. He had to bite his lower lip to stop the cry that wanted to call out to Dominic.

With a harsh grunt, Dominic ground his cock inside the sub as he leaned forward. Wrapping a hand in the sub's hair, but taking care not to pull him from Grif's cock, he buried his fangs in the mortal's throat. His body jerked as his cock pulsed with his release. When he had finished feeding, he flicked his tongue over the wound before moving his mouth up to join the sub's. With every outward stroke of the sub's lips around Grif's cock, Dominic slid the tip of his tongue along Grif’s shaft, shuddering with the taste.

A flicker of alarm ran through Grif as he looked down. Feeling the additional sensation of Dominic's tongue working over his cock with the blonde's mouth, Grif watched both men's tongues play over him. Closing his eyes, he couldn't stop anything as the trembling of his body increased, and with a sudden hard thrust he came as well, crying out in pleasure.

As the sub pulled off of Grif's cock, Dominic turned the mortal's head, shoving his tongue into his mouth. He groaned softly and pulled away from the kiss, giving Grif's cock a lingering look before straightening and easing out of the sub's body. The young man shook slightly and whimpered. Dominic glanced down and grinned, noting the poor mortal's distress in the form of a hard cock glistening with pre-come. He licked his lips slowly before looking back up at Grif.

Grif's brow rose and he chuckled. "Shall you or I?"

Dominic looked at the sub, and back up at Grif. "You do the honors." A wry grin twisted his lips and he waited, leaning back against the wall as he drew his legs up to place his arms over his knees.

Grif pulled his pants back up and fastened them. As he sat down on the floor, a gentle hand guided the young sub from his position. Sitting on the floor with him, the mortal leaned back against his chest, facing Dominic. Reaching around him, Grif slowly stroked his fingers over the length of the sub's cock. He smiled as he listened to the soft, moan of need. He looked over at Dominic before he leaned in, burying his fangs deeply to the side of the young mortal's neck. As he silently gave the slave permission to come, the body in his arms suddenly shook with the sub’s release. Warmth spilled over Grif's hand as he drank the sweetened blood.

Grif heard the gasp that escaped Dominic, then the low growl rumbling in Dominic's chest. Dominic shifted where he sat, visibly fighting to hide a resurgence of both his arousal and hunger. He clamped his jaw tightly shut. "You're treading on dangerous ground."

"No more than you are," Grif said as his gaze remained on Dominic, taking in that reaction. Lifting his hand to the mortal's lips, he felt the flick of a tongue as the slave cleaned off his hand. Several soft kisses trailed to the warm skin beneath Grif’s mouth before he whispered to the sub, "You perform so beautifully, little toy." The tone of pleasure in his voice was for the boy himself. Turning his head, the blonde gave him a grateful smile as he was released.

Dominic looked briefly to the sub, nodding and smiling his approval. "You are free to go. Thank you."

The sub bowed to both Masters and said, "Thank you, Masters." Then he turned and walked out the door.

Dominic turned back to face Grif. A distinct hunger reflected in his eyes, yet he did not move. He quietly fastened his pants and shrugged off his white poet's shirt. Grif stood at the same time as Dominic, the muscles of his body slowly stretching with his movement. A similar hunger mirrored in him as his gaze roamed over Dominic's bare chest. When he looked back up at Dominic's face, he said, "It seems we both are on dangerous ground, my old friend. Whatever shall we do?"

Dominic's hand tightened on his shirt as his gaze swept slowly over Grif's body. It seemed to finally settle on the curve of Grif’s throat. "An impasse. How interesting."

Grif gave him an amused smile. "If it is my blood you want, that is easily given, Dominic. Perhaps drinking from me will end this game we have going." Slowly he tilted his head in full and clear invitation.

Dominic advanced on Grif quickly. He gripped Grif's shoulders tightly and shoved him back against the wall, sinking his fangs into his neck. As he fed, he ground his hips forward, pressing his body to Grif's.

Grif had expected Dominic's reaction. He groaned with the sudden sharp pain and its following sensations. One hand lifted to Dominic's hair, keeping him close as the other slid to his hip, nails flexing into the leather.

When he finished feeding, Dominic lapped at the wound softly. He pulled away from Grif and licked his lips. A hunger still lingered in his eyes, but his bloodlust had faded. He lifted his hand to brush his fingertip across Grif's lips. "To see those sweet lips," he whispered, "wrapped around my cock." His grin widened as he stepped back, pulling himself free of Grif's hold.

Grif's lips tightened into a thin line. "That's not something I'll ever do, Dominic. You want to control me, and that's not going to happen." Whatever reasons he had for that were his own. Only a faint echo of fear showed in him before it quickly faded.

"We shall see, my old friend." With a graceful bow of his head, Dominic walked out the door. He shot a lingering look at Grif before disappearing around the corner.

"If you want me in your bed, it will only be as your equal, Dominic. And only that." The fierce determination in Grif's words couldn't be missed; he knew Dominic heard them.