Turkey

[Trillian]

Sabri's smile faded for a moment, then it regained its lustre.  He was certain that wasn't the kind of 'messing with Owen's head' that Vincent meant, therefore sexual mental play was open slather.  This was the outcome he wanted, so this was how he would interpret it.

"There's so much more I can do that you'd love," Sabri said, sitting up and leaning forward.  "And you wouldn't have to do a thing, so you wouldn't even have to challenge your newly found... inhibitions."

He grinned at Owen, knowing the boy would likely argue the use of that word.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen watched Sabri lean forward warily, also wary about that teasing little offer.  He wouldn't have to do a thing to challenge his altered relationship with Vincent because... Sabri could fuck him in his mind?  Oh yeah, that sounded perfectly plausible.  Vincent would totally go for that. Not.

The teenager gave a short laugh and, realising he'd drained his beverage, bent down to place the empty glass on the ground.  Weirdly, a waiter swooped in to take it before it even clinked on the pavers, and put a replacement in his hand.  He blinked at it, looked at Sabri with raised eyebrows and a, 'Wow, your service is phenomenal!' look and politely took a sip before he put that one down.  Damn, it was potent, too.

Clearing his throat, Owen looked at Sabri, surprised that the simple act of him leaning forward seemed to have brought him so much closer to him.  "As enticing as that sounds, I'm going to have to decline your offer," he said politely.

[Trillian]

Sabri made a face and performed a brief shrug.

"You better put a blindfold on then, my American friend," he said, and gestured grandly at the party.

If Owen looked - and properly looked - he would find a few interesting things to look at.  A couple looking very intimate in one corner of the pool for instance, both men's shoulders moving in such a way that their hands were both quite obviously up to something underwater (and Owen would know what it was), there were a few little round tents up in the gardens, also, apparently where people could change into their bathers discreetly, but some weren't bothering to use them, while others were using them for more intimate purposes, if the shadows inside were anything to judge by.  The loungers were also a very friendly place to be, Owen would see, as almost all of them had people on them, squirming and giggling.  They weren't having sex, but there was certainly a great deal of sexual play, and touching up.

"He doesn't have a problem with you seeing things, does he?" Sabri asked after a long moment, watching Owen notice these things.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen felt out of his depth, gazing around, but what he saw had instant effect on his hormones (and his body).  His breathing altered as blood moved around and arousal reared its unwelcome head.  He looked down at his food, his hunger diminishing with every beat of his pounding heart.

"I should probably go and find Vincent myself," he said weakly, taking another bite of food and not going anywhere.

[Trillian]

"Why so squeamish, just because he's sucked on you?" Sabri asked.  "Did he tell you not to have sex with me?" he added momentarily.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen frowned, swallowing his food carefully and then looking at Sabri.  "He told me he'd prefer it if I only chose him from now on," the boy supplied, wondering if the other vampire would interpret this missive differently than he had.

[Trillian]

"And what if he chooses to fuck someone else while preferring you only choose him?" Sabri hypothesised.

[Existentially Odd]

The proposition had Owen's frown deepening and him tilting his head as he looked at Sabri in confusion.  "He wouldn't do that," he asserted, though something in him was persuaded to ponder if Vincent might.  Owen had always believed him asexual, after all, and he'd been wrong about that.  "It's mutual." I think.

Sabri grinned and looked like he was willing to test that theory, which infuriated Owen.  "You're just saying that to confuse me!  Because we haven't really worked everything out and you think I should use that confusion as an excuse to do what I like, when I know it'll hurt Vincent!" he asserted willfully.

[Trillian]

Sabri looked wounded by this accusation, and reached out to lay a comforting hand on Owen's leg that truly wasn't sexual.

"Oh, no, I'm not wanting to hurt anyone.  I've simply become a... a sensualist, after so many years on this earth.  My pursuit is pleasure.  Is that really something you wish to condemn me for?" he asked, and removed his hand, lest Owen get the wrong impression.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen immediately felt like a heel and his expression became contrite.  "No.  I'm sorry, I just... I'm a bit confused about me and Vincent, that's all.  It's really surprising and confusing and I really wish he was here," the teenager muttered, sidling his gaze sideways to some lounge play that was growing more erotic by the second.

He sighed and looked back at Sabri, hating that he was so instantly affected by seeing real-life play that could've been porn (but was so much better!) and there was no way he could capitalise on it.  He was alone but committed, even if it didn't feel particularly real just yet.  That was the hardest part; it was so fresh, it was hard to switch his mind from single-and-playing to loyal-to-Vincent in the space of a conversation.

"I don't condemn you," he reiterated, reaching over to put a hand on Sabri's as he summoned a smile for him.

[Trillian]

Sabri grinned at Owen once he heard what he needed to hear.

"Vincent will still be a little while, I might've pushed him a little harder than I needed, because he's vampire," he said, looking unconcerned about who might be overhearing.  "But the party will be going for a while yet.  He'll come back.  Just enjoy the food and drink.  Dance a little."  He looked over and found one of the women who'd almost approached him previously, dawdling by herself near the pool, drinking something out of a martini glass.  Likely a martini.  "Meanwhile, I'm going to find someone to fuck."

With his free hand he patted Owen's own, sandwiching his momentarily before getting up and wandering over to talk to her.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen sighed and muttered, "Half your luck," to himself, eyeing Sabri's ass despite his honourable intentions as his host walked away.  He looked around a little then decided he might as well do as had been suggested; enjoy himself until Vincent came back.  He swivelled and slid himself back onto the lounger properly, kicking off his shoes and socks and crossing his legs at the ankles.  There was plenty to look at as he finished off every bit of food on his plate and his second drink.

He was chagrined when his empty plate was taken away (though he was glad to receive a third drink to sip), because he'd been using it to cover the thickening in his groin.  No-one was really looking at him, though.  It was very liberating to be able to watch without inhibitions as people touched, kissed and teased each other in delightful ways and he began to use his hand to cover himself up instead - though it soon became a way to put pressure there as he increasingly liked what he was seeing.  He was particularly taken with two men on a lounger on the other side of the pool, who were spooning and fucking (he thought, from the way their swimmers were angled downward between them), arms entwined and eyes closed as they rocked, slowly and intensely.  He'd never done that and the way they were shuddering against each other looked sexy as hell, even though he found neither man particularly attractive.

Somehow, he was onto his fourth drink and overheating madly by the time Sabri turned to lead the girl to one of the tents.  Owen stood at the same time as they started to move and took his vest and shirt off, laying them neatly on the lounger because it was a safer bet someone would find them there and wash them than him finding his room to hang them up or put them in a washing basket was.  As he was also unwinding his badly-placed belt, he was given pause by a familiar voice in his head.

If you change your mind about watching, I'm in the tent nearest you.

Owen looked up but Sabri was long gone.  His gaze flew to the tent in question and he bit his lip as he stood there, feeling lost and horny and pretty drunk.  Looking around, he still couldn't see Vincent and he didn't know how long he was going to be because Sabri had made him go away.  What harm could watching do, anyway?  If only he touched himself, it would be no different to him doing it out here, staring at everyone, surely it wouldn't matter if it was Sabri and some girl he was looking at?  Besides, if he went to that tent, he could ask Sabri to call Vincent back or cancel his mind meld message or whatever the fuck it had been; that seemed like an excellent idea.

He sculled the last of his drink, dropped it on the padding of the lounger and toddled off to Sabri's tent, wearing only his loose-crotched pants (and restrictive underwear beneath them that he really regretted, now he was hard and needing to adjust all the time).  When he got to the tent, he was cautious about opening it, making sure that it was Sabri inside before he ducked in and let the flap close behind him, standing close to the opening while he got his bearings.

[Trillian]

This particular tent had a string of fairy lights around the doorflap, which Owen had come through.  It could be tied from the inside, but neither Sabri nor the leggy woman he was with had bothered.  The tent was all-encompassing - it had a floor so that there was no grass for Owen to stand on, just the same canvas material that the entire structure was made from, with a few thin posts strategically around it, holding the thing up.  There was a chair inside the tent, directly in front of Owen, a little closer to the far wall than where the door was - it was a wooden stunted variant of a regular deck chair.  A person sitting on it would be almost sitting on the ground, so close was the seat to it.  This chair was where Sabri was positioned, laying back on it with the naked woman atop him, facing away from him.  In the time between their arrival in the tent, and Owen had taken off his tunic and belt, Sabri had lubed her up and was working his way into her backside, causing her to groan and writhe atop him.

She had a lovely figure, splayed out for Owen to see every nuance of it.  Tanned body with light bikini tanlines, lovely round pert breasts that jiggled as Sabri moved beneath her, a flat belly and a manicured strip of pubic hair, wide hips, toned legs that were splayed apart and bent at the knees.  The youth would be able to see that she was very pink and very wet, and her fingers were lightly working there, and her eyes were glassy when she looked to see who'd come in to watch.  She smiled and then gasped and moaned as Sabri shifted and moved, looking over her shoulder at Owen, his hands currently on her hips.

"Would you like me to share?" he asked Owen now, once the boy was inside the tent with them.

[Existentially Odd]

Owen licked his lips, his nostrils flaring at the smell of sex in the enclosed space, all thought of asking for Vincent escaping him at the sight before him.  He sat near the wall beside the door, directly in front of the couple so that he could see exactly where their bodies met... and lament the glistening orifice left wanting.  His knees were bent so he could lean his elbows on them, his legs spread so that his hands dangled between.  He linked his fingers together, thinking that he would try to hold off from touching himself as long as he could, despite the very delicious images his mind was throwing at him, of him walking on his knees up to them and sliding into her from the front while Sabri took the back.

"No," he said after a moment's contemplation.  It would be for the best if he didn't feel what her tight asshole was like while he was staring at her pink lips; it would be for the best if he kept a degree of separation between he and Sabri.  "I'll just watch."

[Trillian]

Sabri chuckled but decided to focus on the task at hand.  His woman didn't seem to mind being offered, and soon her groans and moans were punctuated by pleading to be fucked.  Her fingers were well inside of the hole Owen had considered using, but Sabri had instructed her to keep them out.

"He doesn't want to fuck you," Sabri said cruelly, while she made a soft noise of loss.  Their movements were quite rough, now, and she was gripping the arms of the chair Sabri sat in, her legs pedalling slowly back and forth, knees coming together and apart as she obviously wanted to feel more.

Don't you want to feel our cocks pressed together, inside her? Are you really going to deny her?  To deny me?