A/N

I decided to screw the fluff and decided to make an actual plot from now on, although it was supposed to happen after chapter 5... Oh well! I don't own the characters, Blood Lad, or any copyrighted shit written in here. Just the plot! R&R, you fancy foos.

Also: SORRY IT'S LATE I WAS SUPPOSED TO UPDATE EVERYDAY. I GUESS I CAN MAKE ANOTHER CHAPTER RIGHT AFTER THIS. x-x

Staz kept having nightmares during the recent weeks, a disturbing image playing over and over in his seemingly dreamless sleep. He wanted to speak about it, but for some reason everytime he wanted to he'd taste something very bitter, and his veins would feel like they were on fire.

'Don't think' he'd tell himself. Once however this finally worked, the entire scene played out. He paused mid-battle of playing his game, not noticing how his character was dying. His body was frozen stiff, his ragged breathing echoing through the quiet room since the game was on a 'end over'.

Dropping his controller, Staz clawed harshly at his chest, which felt like the source of the problem despite his mind being the creator of all of it. A pained noise escaped his throat, causing him to recoil as the struggle for air became even worse.

He noticed the pain came from where his heart is located, so he plunged a hand into his chest to grasp at the burning organ. Blood poured from the opening and his mouth, drowning him in blood even more then before.

Staz could feel the strain on the organ, so he decided to give it a somewhat gentle squeeze to force some type of blood circulation. He was strangely successful, the strange feeling dissappearing aside from still having his hand in his chest. His sharp hearing began to pick up footsteps in the far distance, so he decided to act and not be caught.

Removing his right hand from his chest very slowly, Staz hissed in pain as his muscles and flesh continuously tried to string back together while he was removing his hand. Upon being successful and finally removing it, Staz collapsed to the carpeted floor, gasping for the air that stung his lungs harshly.

'The fuck was that?! If that was really imagination, it sure was dangerous and hurt. Like fucking hell.' His own voice sounded strange to him in his mind, as even his tongue began to crave something different. Staz clawed at the floor awkwardly, still listening to the slow footsteps approaching him at a leisurely pace, around a hundred and fifty steps away.

Staz wanted to deny what he was beginning to crave; however his body had other plans. Stretching on the ground like a cat, his hips lazily shook with the trembles of his body, as the searing white pain returned. Panting loudly at his recalling of last month flickered in his mind, and his hips instantly bucked in response.

Although his heart began to pound in his ears and his pants and moans seemed to escalate in sound, he kept his ears trained to the footsteps. He felt like fucking himself then and there, but knew he couldn't. Instead, he slowly pushed himself up, ignoring all the complaints his heated up body was making.

Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth even as he tried readjusting multiple times, rubbing his thighs together. Just fantasizing had almost pushed himself over his limits, so he let out a deep, feral growl. Telling himself to fuck it in his mind, he shoved one of his pants down his pants and let out an erotic moan.

He could hear as the people approaching his room had stopped, most likely due to the noise. He sounded like a girl when he made the noise, most likely putting whoever was coming by off by a lot. Staz grumbled to himself, thinking of something perverted really quickly to just go over the edge already.

Knowing he was clearly going to be heard, Staz removed his hand from himself and wiped it off on the bedsheet. He could feel the heat still bubbling in his lower stomach, but he dismissed it and put on the best poker face possible as he opened his door.

That was probably a complete failure, as the two girls on the other side of the door were none other then Hydrabell and Fuyumi. He stared nervously at Bell's furious expression, and Fuyumi's embarrassed one. He knew he was most likely going to be slapped around like a ragdoll, so he spoke up with a strange surge of confidence he never knew he had.

"Sorry, I didn't think the change of pitch in my voice would be that bad." Bell's increasing dark aura paused, and she stared at him with complete and utter confusion. Blinking, she opened her mouth to speak in an even more confused voice.

"What? Men don't moan like little girls-" Staz frowned slightly, and began to close the door. "Well, I do. Got a problem? Leave. I'm trying to get rid of mine." Just before the door was able to fully close, Bell placed a foot down preventing it.

"I can help you with that..." She said slyly, making Staz blush even darker, if possible. Staz shook his head, wanting to decline her offer. "Sorry, I think my talented gamer hands are more than enough." He seemed to be yandere-ish, even his voice told her to back off.

Bell however, enjoyed the challenge as she put her hands on her hips playfully. "Well, I'm a treasure hunter and I would love your treasure~" Fuyumi, who had been standing there silent the entire time, began to wave her hands frantically.

"N-no... No! Pl-please d-d-d-don't, Bell-san! We came here just to pick some stuff up th-then go back to a girl's day out, r-right?!" Fuyumi whisper-yelled, which was more then enough to get Staz and Bell's attention. Staz opened the door enough to peek his head out, staring at Fuyumi with intensifying yandere-eyes.

"What do you want, Yanagi-san?" he asked her, anxiety in his voice. It was clear he wanted to get back to whatever he was doing, but had enough heart to fill her small request of gathering items. (Although she barely had any.) Fuyumi shifted her weight nervously, rubbing her thighs together suddenly her embarrassment filling in again.

"Pa-pa-pa-pant... su." Staz thought for a moment, then made a quiet 'oh' sound. "In the shopping bag, right?" His voice seemed to be back to normal, and ignoring Bell's giggles as she continued to try and push past him. Staz grabbed Bell's right breast roughly, making her freeze and stay in place.

"H-hai! It... is." At first Fuyumi was alarmed, but calmed as she saw the dreamy expression on Bell's face. Staz let go of Bell's large breast and shoved her towards Fuyumi. "I'll go fetch your panties, 'kay? Then you two can go back to weird girly stuff." Fuyumi wanted to say it wasn't weird, however being the polite girl she is, she kept her mouth shut.

Staz dissappeared into his apartment room, then opened the door moments later handing Fuyumi the shopping bag with her really nice underwear. Bras and panties, of course. Bell complimented her good choice with colors, causing her face to heat up. Staz stood awkwardly at the door, and decided to say something to break the strained silence.

"Anything else?" He asked quietly, looking away in embarrassment. Fuyumi looked up and shook her head, wanting to get away as soon as possible. Bell however, had so many perverted ideas running in her head it's likely she wouldn't be able to stop. Her green eyes, like a machine slowly and laggily glanced at Staz, caused him to stiffen.

"Staz-saaaaaaan~ Are you sure there isn't any treasure hidden for me?~" Bell sang the words flawlessly, causing Staz to back away and begin to shut his door again. "No, there's nothing you can do, s-sorr-" Bell quickly stopped him from closing the door, and instead opened it to it's widest.

Fuyumi and Bell paled at the scene inside the room, both staring with suspicion (and hidden perverted joy.) The entire room seemed to be shredded up, clothes sprawled everywhere, the wallpaper peeling off the walls, carpet turned up, it goes on and on. Bell's creepy smile widened, shoving a bit of fear into Staz and Fuyumi. "The girl who was with you must of had one helluva time;" Bell spoke darkly, causing Staz to sigh.

"Actually, it was all me. Know those 'problems' I wanted to solve? Turns out I have nightmares everynight, and after I calm down I get unbearably horny, and usually tear some things up in the process." Bell's dark mood instantly dissipated, and left her staring in awe at him.

"Are you sure I can't search for your treasure?~ I can send Fuyumichin to mama~ And we can treasure hunt all day~" Bell's attitude had turned incredibly sly, hoping she'd win over Staz. His answer broke her mood once more, leaving her embarrassed and depressed at the same time. "Yeah, uh, no thanks. I can handle it. Most likely."

Staz stared at the two girl's faces, each showing a mix of emotions. "Okay fine, probably not, but that doesn't give you two the right to make puppy faces then invade!" Staz complained audibly, not knowing any other way to express his thoughts at the moment. Fuyumi looked away, her face redder then the ripest tomato.

"Actually I want no part of it, but Bell-san seems to want to be... Gomen for your problems too, Staz-san." Her voice was uneasy and wavering, somehow causing Staz's momentary panic. Her emotions somehow could be picked up by Staz through scent, and he instantly calmed for unknown causes. His entire body and mind slowly began to relax, so he gave in to Bell's tempting.

"Fine Bell, you win. But Fuyumi can't be left out here alone, so you gotta bring her with. If she doesn't wanna look, make her face the other way or be in a different part of the room, 'kay? Unless she actually knows how to give a blowjob and wants to, then she's more then welcome to join." Staz stated it so bluntly that both girls stared at him with perfect pokerfaces. As each of their minds began to comprehend it, Bell's perverted aura grew and Fuyumi became even more embarrassed.

OoO

Staz was sitting at his bed, with Bell beginning to creep towards him. Fuyumi was left in a separate section of the room near the TV and the gaming consoles, so she didn't have to see anything that would most likely scar her for life. As her eyes scanned her enviroment, she noticed very small changes in the area that screamed an entire different personality aside from Staz's. A very thick book of Demonology used as a sorter in the manga bookcase, and on the table was an extremely deep feeling, detailed romance novel. She reconized the book by it's cover and the title, a romance novel she had done research on and done an English project for.

"Why... does Staz-san have things like these?" She muttered to herself quietly, not knowing what was about to happen in the next room.

Staz was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at Bell who was sitting on the floor playing with his pants. He stared at her with his normal bored expression, causing Bell to gain a cocky smirk. "Don't worry, I'm a professional. I like to read~" Staz blinked slowly, still dumbfounded by Bell. He jumped when she suddenly spread his legs open and began to undo his pants.

"B-B-Bell- What th-the fuck a-are you d-d-d-doing?" He stuttered nervously, yet kept his calm despite shaking slightly. Bell chucked darkly as she unzipped Staz's jeans, and slowly yet sensually pulled them off, revealing his still uncomfortably tight boxers.

"Oh hoh hoh hoh, so excited to see me already?" Bell chuckled darkly again as she placed her wet tongue on the bulge in Staz's boxers, causing him to yelp. Staz began to feel that familar fire in his veins again, the tingling of his skin, and actually for once that blinding heat felt so wonderful. This caused him to sigh in pleasure, making Bell moan against him.

The vibrations sent his cock twitching, already yearning for more. Bell however, had plans to make the man she loved beg for it. Decided to drag another lick against the fabric, the erotic sounds that escaped Staz made her own womanhood seem to want to just ride him then and there.

Bell suppressed her thoughts and continued to lick Staz through the tight fabric of his boxers, causing the tightness to increase to most uncomfortable possible. The high-pitched sounds coming from him made her feel like she was licking a girl, but she knew it was all a figment of her imagination... or the actual sounds Staz makes when he feels this good.

"Staz~ Beg for it... I'll release you from these evil confinements and give you some real pleasure..." Her voice deepened a bit as her imagination went onto overdrive, thinking of all the ways she could make an actual man beg. "Hah... Ah... Mmmnh;" Was all Staz could practically produce while trying to form words. Bell didn't care if he hadn't begged, she wanted to get more of those hair raising delicious sounds from Staz.

Deciding to fuck all reasoning and logic, Bell pulled off Staz's boxers, freeing his erection. Bell licked her lips hungrily as she stared and mentally measuring Staz, at only half erection. Six or seven inches? Her body seemed to twist in delight. Bell noticed it'd actually be quite hard to do this- if he gets harder while she's deep throating him, it might have a chance to suffocate her. Blushing darkly and swallowing the last of her dignity in front of the drooling vampire, she spoke quietly.

"Staz... you're gonna have to get harder than that... It's not a half-assed game, y'know." She spoke with confidence she didn't have, causing Staz to shift uncomfortably. Bell didn't have the patience for his body or mind to respond, so she went right ahead to licking and sucking on him like he was a lollipop.

"Ah... Ah... Nyah~ Bell~" Those high pitched sounds leaking from Staz's mouth again made Bell actually begin to enjoy her little torture treatment even more. Bell dragged her tongue from the bottom of the shaft and up, licking the pre-cum that was already forming there.

OoO Sorry, explicit content! Not available on . Sorry! I'll post the full version on wattpad eventually, along with Braz and Staz's full sex scene, not bits and pieces. :) Sorry for any dissappointment. And holy shit, I've never apologized so much before. o-O

Staz was left breathless and panting on the bed, Bell wiping her mouth the end of the bedsheet. Her breath smelled sickingly sweet, the same taste as Staz. Even his sweat had become unbearingly sweet, causing some questions to pop up in Bell. She remembers a book once talking about what's going on when a vampire- in all means, tastes sickingly sweet. Enough to make a mega-chocolate lover even back away.

She recalls the taste on her tongue, and can also remember that vampires usually taste sweet, but like death at the same time. No, Staz- his delicious taste was so much different... Alive, even. Dare she say that word?

She wanted to ask him all about it, but she knew she had to give him some privacy. Remembering Fuyumi is waiting for her to take her shopping and other girly adventures, she got up and shuffled to the bathroom to wash out her mouth.

Once Bell's breath had a scent of mints again, she exited the bathroom and went towards Fuyumi, finding her reading an actual romance novel. Bell's eyebrow raised, as she had not expected to see that kind of item.

"Fuyumichin, what are you reading?~" Bell jumped up behind Fuyumi, hugging her over the couch, all the while effectively startling the teenager. Fuyumi quickly slammed the book shut (quietly, she's not a loud person even while doing things.)

"Ah- Ah- Ano*... R-r-reading... Ano... 'The Mask'..." Fuyumi adjusted nervously on the couch, with Bell still clinging to her. "Isn't that a pervy book?"

"N-No! It's actually a deep romance novel, and this man who had half his face burnt off wears a mask, and a woman falls in love with him. He refuses to do the dirty with her until they marry, but this guy's after them and keeps doing murder attempts..." Bell nods at Fuyumi, while slowly processing the information.

"Why the fuck would Staz have such a nice book like that?!" Bell glared at said book, not even caring if it's a wonderful of exquisite human talent. As she continues to stare at the book's cover, she calms down.

"I wonder how he got it, since he's really only obsessed with Japan." Bell sighs, jumping over the couch to sit next to Fuyumi. "Let's get going, shall we?" Fuyumi nodded, placing the book down on the coffee table, already being led away by Bell to a window, since she could use her spatial magic to get to their shopping spree.

OoO

Staz slowly blinked his eyes open, feeling incredibly hazy and disoriented. Mainly his stomach hurt, the pain biting through the strange high he was experiencing. Holding his head in his palm as he slowly sat up caused more pains to shoot through his body.

"God fucking damnit, this stupid ass body of mine already wants Braz's blood again;" He left himself drifting along a sentence, not caring if anyone was watching. Right now the only thing that cut through the peaceful silence of his apartment in the mid-summer was the fan, and the loud, demanding growls of his stomach.

"Gah, fuck this shit... But, how the hell am I gonna get that bastard to come here? It's not like I can go up there..." Just as he says this and thinking of Braz slightly, his stomach gives a louder growl. Poking and prodding in some places, Staz was hoping annoying himself would shut him up but...

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Was his body's response to him, making him groan in frustration and lay back on the bed. Grabbing the covers and wrapping up in them, Staz grumbled to himself, hating everything and everyone at this point.

"Somebody tell that fucking retard to come here..." Staz complained to himself, face buried in the pillows. Just as his horny mind begins to wander again, he feels someone slowly pulling the covers off.

Thinking it's just his imagination, Staz pulls them back up and pouts some more. However, this time the covers are ripped off, however not enough to show his ass, just his head mainly and part of his back. Staz slowly turns his head to see who did it, and his eyes widened at the sight.

"Hello, dear little brother~ You called?" Braz spoke quietly, and his sly expression gave off nothing but trouble. Staring into the ruby orbs that reflected his own, Staz inhaled deeply before turning over, laying on his back.

Braz decided to sit down, cross legged, on Staz's legs, making it difficult for him to move. Staz noticed this, frowning slightly. "Why the fuck are you so heavy?" Braz tapped his chin in thought, thinking of a sarcastic comment.

"I'm lazy."

"That's not a proper answer, dumbass."

"Actually it is a proper answer, there's not much more to it. Other than experiments, I really am lazy."

Staz frowned at his brother who was still sitting on his legs, the light reflection bouncing onto his glasses, shadowing over his eyes with the light.

Braz decided Staz's distraction was the perfect timing to prove he's lazy, so he laid ontop of Staz and stayed there, doing nothing but sticking his nose in the crook of Staz's neck.

Staz stiffened visibly, as his neck was being sniffed and drooled on. Staz felt like retalliating verbally, but the pain growing in him was beginning to escalate with Braz's pressence, keeping him quiet. He did however, manage to choke out a few words.

"Onii-chan.. It hurrrrrrrrtssssss..." He whined in a high pitched voice when Braz bit down gently on his collar bone, causing the other to moan against his tender, bleeding flesh. The reveberations seemed to echo through both of them as Braz bit down harder on Staz's collarbone, drawing more blood.

It was obvious he almost felt the same as Staz- both were craving each other's blood so desperately. It felt almost pathetic, even as Braz began to slowly drain the other of the delicious, extremely sweet blood. Staz felt like questioning him about it, however he still felt like now wasn't the time.

When Braz finally removed his shark like fangs from Staz, the other was exhausted. Braz hummed in delight as his own pain had disappeared, an unfamilar warmth spreading throughout his body. He remembered Staz's needs, however, and rested his head on his shoulder, completely exposing his own neck.

Staz mumbled quietly, staring at Braz's neck looking for the best spot to bite into. Braz could tell, because Staz was weakly tracing patterns into his neck, applying pressure at certain areas trying to find the best pulse.

Braz pointed at the scar that Staz's fangs had left, which caused the two to be stuck together. Staz lazily pulled Braz closer, making both of them shiver despite the unnatural heat flowing between them.

The moment Staz's fangs penetrated into Braz's neck, right over the scar, was the moment both of them moaned in some sick form of delight. Staz mainly because the burning in his throat was beginning to go away, and the growling of his own body began to calm, the warm, drunken feeling spreading through both of them.

Their haze however, was quickly ended when Staz could feel the pain come back, worse. Unbearable to the point he pulled Braz back to him, roughly biting into his neck again.

He didn't notice as Braz began to get weaker every second, or how he began to pull at him, trying to get him to stop. It wasn't until Staz's horrid bloodthirst had ended, that he noticed he had been so close to killing him.

However, he felt as the sudden rush of power entered his veins, or how stuffed he actually felt. Vampires are supposed to have high metabolism, isn't it the same for another Vampire's blood? Nope. Staz could feel sleepiness paw at him, and he soon fell asleep.

Braz stared blankly at him, just coming back to consciousness right when Staz slipped away from it. He held a hand over the bite Staz left, which was healing very slowly compared to how Vampires normally heal. Braz let out a shaky breath, and eventuall fell back asleep with all the warmth going around.

A/N

Because FUCK PLOT! .3. (Why does this seem like a shameful PWP contemplation?) Because it is. Most likely. Yeah, plot's eventually gonna come. But for now... Im throwing more hotness at you. R&R, suckas.