Turkey

[Existentially Odd]

"Oh, fuck," Owen whispered to himself, pressing a fist to his forehead as he looked down at the ground between his spread feet and fought the desire to comply.  Every fibre of him wanted to and he was holding onto only one very thin lifeline.

Where the fuck is Vincent?  Can't you bring him back? he shot back, desperation in his thoughts as well as his body.  The hand not pressed to his head dropped to massage his throbbing crotch through his pants, as if he was trying to reassure it that everything would be alright.  Soon.

[Trillian]

"No..." Sabri said, still thrusting into the woman, "I can't," he confessed, certainly not while he was in the middle of this.  He'd have to mentally seek out the other vampire to find him, touch his mind and then insert the desire for him to return.  Even then Vincent might get lost in the maze that was his palace, and Sabri had told his security to leave him alone to wander.

[Existentially Odd]

There was a moment of freefalling despair as he realised this wasn't going to be easy, swiftly followed by acknowledgement that he'd always known it wouldn't be.  He debated his options, the degrees of indiscretion Vincent might find acceptable versus the consequences if he went through with any of them.  He was desperate to go through with this, to fuck this woman and feel the wall of her cunt as a sheer separator between his cock and Sabri's but a very surprising and sudden thought struck him that stopped him going through with it.

He was following along a path of mentally arguing with Vincent after this night, justifying why it had been so impossible for him to think of himself as single one minute and committed the next, when he thought of Paige.  How she'd cheated on him and sobbed and begged him afterwards for forgiveness and he hadn't been able to find it in himself to do it, for the betrayal had cut him too deeply.  And then he thought of Lorica, Vincent's sire who'd done the same thing to him.

Owen got up and ran out of the tent.  He ran across the cool grass and away from the party, into the darkness of the expansive grounds.  He ran until his lungs burned and his legs ached and when he finally stopped, bent over to lean on his knees and heaving in air, he was surprised to find he'd been crying while he ran, for his cheeks were stained with wetness.  He straightened up and wiped them, looking around himself.  His body tingled with redistributed blood flow and he didn't recognise where he was but he felt better.  His head was clearer, his arousal was an undertone, not a demand, and his burning skin was refreshed by the cool night air away from noise and the sex and the drinking.  He could think.  He began walking around, looking at what he could make out beneath the moon's light and needing the time to get himself together.

After about half an hour of wandering, Owen headed back to the party, pleased that he could define the direction by following the lights.

[Trillian]

Vincent had returned not long after Owen had run off.  Sabri had then paid full attention to the woman atop him, and was just about to reach his peak when he felt his mind being touched and a tempest coming his way.  Fuck.  He tried his best to arrive at his orgasm before that happened, but Vincent was faster, opening the flap in the tent and looking like thunder.  He was momentarily in shock as he saw something he didn't expect to see, but it was enough for the woman to look at him and screech, falling off Sabri and to the side, running out of the tent because she knew both men were vampires, and it would be suicide to be in the middle of two angry ones.

You thought I was with Owen, Sabri accused, not quite so gleefully because he was panting and very put out from not being able to orgasm after getting so close.  His hand reached down in order to finish the job, but Vincent strode over and leant down to smack it away.  This shocked Sabri so much that he could only boggle at the other vampire.

You dominated me!  If you wanted space to pursue Owen, you only need ask, he sent chillingly.

Sabri scoffed.

"And you would walk away?  While I do my best to try and fuck him?"

"I have faith in him."

"Your faith is misplaced."

"I don't see him here with you," Vincent bit back, uncaring of the mind games that this ancient being was playing, obviously bored by the course of his miserable, extended life.

"I didn't charm him, at the springs.  I could've had him then and there, in five minutes.  Your boy is a slut."

Vincent glowered.

"My boy was a virgin until a year ago.  He was on a path of discovery."

Sabri laughed delightedly, and tried to sit up, but Vincent shoved him back down.  This only made Sabri laugh harder while Vincent grew madder.

"He's your weakness.  He's your flaw.  You would sell yourself, to be with him."

Vincent didn't know what that meant, so turned on his heel to leave.  Sabri was swifter and stronger, and had a hold of his arm by the time Vincent had stepped out.  Those at the party would see a man standing in the doorway of a tent, held by another, but not necessarily who that other was.

He told me he was with you, and refused my advances.  He refused me even when he was surrounded by sex, his cock hard and eager, and a liberating opportunity handed him on a platter.  If you wanted to be more than a friend to him, you certainly achieved that.

Vincent stared at Sabri, wondering why he was being told this, and both proud of Owen and grateful that he'd been delivered this news.  It was hard to continue being angry at the Ancient, but he managed.

Pulling his arm away, and being allowed to, Vincent strode off to search the party for the youth.  He couldn't find him, but did find his tunic and belt.  Picking them up, he stood by the loungers where he'd last known Owen to be, and remained there until the boy found him.

[Existentially Odd]

When Owen spied Vincent, his belly felt like it flipped over inside him and he ran up to his friend.  At first, he was happy and grinning but by the time he'd launched himself at the vampire and thrown his arms about his neck, he was crying again, unable to express the turbulent emotions he'd been experiencing any other way.  He pressed his face into the crook of Vincent's neck and snuffled out words that likely only a vampire (and one who knew him well) would be able to decipher.

"I'm so sorry, he made you go away and I couldn't find you and I even asked him to bring you back but he wouldn't or couldn't, I dunno, and everyone's having sex and I really wanted to, I was so close to just doing what he said I should but I thought about Paige and Lorica and I ran, I went into the gardens away from everybody to calm down and I think I'm a bit drunk because I'm sorry I'm crying all over you too but I went, I had to get away before I did something stupid and made you mad at me and I'm sorry I find it so hard to be loyal, it's just that it's all so new and a bit weird still and I don't even know if I should call you my boyfriend or anything!" he sobbed, as if his life depended on an answer to this question.

[Trillian]

Vincent frowned at him, surprised to hear 'Paige' and 'Lorica' coming out of his mouth, but certainly understanding why.  He loved him so much, that it was hard to contain it just within his own body, he felt it might explode out of him in a starburst of glitter and jelly.  That was what it felt on the inside, anyway.

He didn't say anything to Owen other than making soft hushing noises, and reached a little lower to pick him up, one of his hands beneath Owen's buttocks, the other around his back.  He would need Owen to wrap his legs around him, and if Owen didn't do as much, he would guide one of his legs into place, the other automatically following suit.  It was in this position that he carried Owen out of the party, and thanks to his ridiculously dominated tour of the palace, he knew his way back to their room.

They arrived shortly after, without Owen's tunic and sash because Vincent had forgotten to pick them up after picking Owen up.  Kicking the door behind himself, and noticing that the wardrobe light was still on, he took Owen to the bed and then knelt upon it, lowering the mortal down, with himself atop him, and began kissing his neck.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen didn't have to be coaxed at all to wrap himself about Vincent, though he was aware that they must have looked a bit ridiculous, given that they were the same height and he was sobbing like a baby.  He kept his face buried, though, and figured people would also think they were getting all passionate.  As they continued to walk, Owen tucked his arms in between his and Vincent's bodies, liking the comfort of being carried away from where all his troubles had been, his forehead on Vincent's shoulder keeping him balanced.

Being placed on the bed was a surprise and it startled Owen out of the quiet place of contemplation he'd fallen into, where he was examining his feelings for Vincent and trying to pinpoint if he loved being looked after because there were still weird parental associations left in him or if it was a normal thing for men in a relationship to carry each other around and be a white knight when one of them was crumbling like dried cheese.  He quickly decided he was cheese as Vincent's lips found his throat and he moaned, feeling very unlike this man's son.

"God, I wanted you there with me so badly," he whispered, his body remembering instantly how turned on it had been and returning to that state with little encouragement.  "Please tell me you're going to fuck me tonight," he begged wantonly.

[Trillian]

"Yes," Vincent replied, and nothing more needed to be said.

*

VINCENT AND OWEN SPENT THE next couple of nights exploring each other than they did exploring the palace.  Sabri insisted they at least try out a different room, and so they'd made the move to a vibrant room of blues and silvers and golds, the bathroom just as extravagant as the one previous, but now they were quite close to a games room and the pool where Sabri had his party.  Vincent wasn't surprised to find that there were a great deal more guests hanging around - hangers ons that Sabri would have to eventually scrape off once he grew bored with them.  He'd discovered, much to his disdain, that the woman he'd struck the fear of Allah into had been one of Sabri's harem, and she'd avoided him pointedly every time they passed even casually in the palace - enough that Owen made comment on it.  After Owen went to sleep, Sabri would seek Vincent out and they would sit in the garden and talk.  He found himself once again charmed by the Ancient, who'd kept to his promise and also somehow engineered it so that Owen and Vincent would come together sooner rather than later.  When asked why he'd done it, Sabri shrugged and said 'You Americans need all the help you can get'.

Vincent did nothing but smirk and Sabri's laughter had set them both off.  Surprisingly, Vincent found he'd made a friend.  He was still wary of Sabri, but also seriously considered his offer of bringing Owen back once he was sired and 'better settled'.  Vincent agreed, though they both knew it would likely take a lot of years before they were to cross paths again.  He'd tried to kiss him, then, and been refused.  They'd debated, somewhat hotly, that Vincent should loosen up and enjoy his immortality.  Vincent countered that it was in Sabri's best interest to hear the word 'no' every now and again.

Early on the night they were to leave, Owen and Vincent were standing in front of the palace, on the driveway.  All of their things for the trip had been loaded into the trunk, and they were ready to catch their plane.  Sabri was embracing each in turn, and grinned at the pair of them.  Owen was the first to receive his hug, and a squeeze upon his ass.  Vincent was next with a hug that remained friendly and didn't venture into sexual, however, when Sabri pulled away, Vincent saw calculation in his eyes and wondered what was going to happen now.  Sabri, while still with his hands on Vincent's upper arms, looked at Owen.

"Would you mind terribly if I kiss your friend, farewell?" he asked, winking at Owen.  Vincent turned his head to look at the youth also, a bemused expression on his face as he pondered what kind of kiss Sabri intended to give him, and in front of Owen, too.  He doubted the Ancient would hold back.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen sensed a game afoot and laughed, his eyes twinkling as he looked between the two vampires.  "Be my guest," he invited graciously, and made a sweeping gesture towards Vincent.

[Trillian]

Vincent blinked at Owen's invitation.  Well.

Sabri stepped forward and attempted to pull Vincent to him, but the other vampire wanted his gaze to linger on his lover instead.  Was this really so entertaining?  Fine.

Once he turned to face Sabri, the Ancient was looking gorgeous and sexy - he knew no other way, apparently.  The Sultan had his hand curled around the back of Vincent's head and pulled him towards himself, successfully this time.  Vincent decided he might as well kiss Sabri goodbye, he hadn't properly thanked him for getting him and Owen together, anyway.  Might as well give him a little thrill, though the arrogance didn't feel right on Vincent's shoulders.  Sabri made sure that all thought left him, in fact.

The kiss was hard and passionate, Sabri's tongue invasive but moved with expertise.  His mouth was certainly kissable, and Vincent shifted slightly to better appreciate what was being thrown at him.  His eyes were closed to focus on the sensation of kissing a man that he did have respect for, despite his frustrating ways.  Sabri found an opportunity to grind himself against Vincent also, but not extravagently - which would've had Vincent pulling away - rather subtly, a nudge and a push with his hips, a small twist, just enough to tease.  It did its job, as Vincent responded to it with renewed vigour in his hold and kiss.  It lasted a great deal longer than he'd expected, and when he pulled away, he could feel desire pulsing in his groin, enough for him to shift and adjust slightly - a maneouvre that wasn't lost on either of the two males that were standing close to him.  Sabri reacted as expected; he laughed.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen was amused at first, but that faded as the kiss deepened and became far more passionate than he'd anticipated.  Something showy and possibly even giggly was what he'd envisioned; that was not what he got.  Strangely, it aroused him to see Vincent kissing Sabri, but he was jealous too, because he'd learned some delicious tricks from his lover in the past few nights and he was, without a doubt, the best lover he'd ever had.  Would ever have, in all likelihood.  Watching two vampires kiss, though... it made him feel small and insignificant and human, and he shied from thinking too deeply on that.

Better to concentrate on the potentially nice aspects of this.  The throb of liking what he saw was intriguing and he decided to play it as cool as he could, though both beings would be able to hear how his body shifted gear as his interest grew (something snakey and resentful didn't like the way Vincent adjusted his clothing, either, but he squashed that too, in favour of presenting an amused face).  "Wow.  You guys couldn't have started this a couple of nights ago?" he joked, forcing a little laugh.

[Trillian]

Sabri grinned at Owen while Vincent simply looked at him without expression.

"Not for lack of trying!" pointed out the former.  Vincent gave him an exasperated look but said nothing, once again ignoring Sabri in favour of reading Owen's reactions.  He'd seemed slightly uncomfortable by it, and Vincent knew him well enough to see past the bravado.  If this was the case, why not refuse the request?

[Existentially Odd]

Owen raised his eyebrows and smirked, but again it was forced and he didn't look Vincent in the eye because he could feel the way he was staring at him.  His gaze was planted firmly on Sabri's face.  "Ah well.  Perhaps you'll come and visit America some time and we can make up for lost time, then!" he teased, feeling like he was babbling.

What the fuck was he saying??  Yes!  Please come to America and fuck my vampire boyfriend and make me feel even more insignificant between the two of you, who are just about older than time put together!

[Trillian]

Vincent was frowning now, not liking the invitation Owen was making.  He knew Sabri wouldn't take him up on the offer, because it was meaningless unless it came from Vincent, but still - what a stupid thing to say to an Ancient, even in jest.

"We must be going," he said now, getting Sabri's attention, and not liking his curious regard for Owen one little bit.  "The plane won't wait for us," he said.

You got your kiss goodbye, he sent mentally as well, and Sabri looked his way with that same wolfish grin.  It was predatory, it was hungry, and he wanted to get away from it.

Till next we meet, my American friend.

Vincent nodded, and held the car door open for Owen to get in.  He shut it and walked around the car, giving Sabri one last wave before getting behind the steering wheel.  As much as he liked Sabri, he liked him better when he was no longer visible in the rear view mirror.  He waited for Owen to say something, since he'd been unable to stop talking at the Palace, but when nothing came, Vincent found himself prompting.

"What the hell was that?"

[Existentially Odd]

Owen groaned and covered his face with his hands.  "Fucked if I know!" he said into them, then he dropped them to talk at Vincent, his voice high with discomfort and his hands flinging carelessly about the place to punctuate words as he saw fit.  "I thought it would be fun!  I thought I could handle it!  That it'd be a sexy little joke!  But then I got jealous and felt like you liked it better than me because he was a vampire and then I just felt stupid and I couldn't shut up!" he exclaimed.