Special Delivery

Ryland kept a firm grip on the wiggling man underneath him and thrust in hard and without warning. "Do you miss it?" He started a rhythm too fast for William to find comfortable, moaning in pleasure at the tightness. "You healed."

"I'll make it quick. For you, William," Ryland said in an imitation of sincerity and thrust impossibly harder and faster. He sank the nails of one of his hands into Willam's creamy skin on his back, taking pleasure in the crimson marks he drew.

"Bleed for me, William," Ryland dug his nails and fangs into whatever skin he could reach as he thrust a final time, the hardest yet, and came into singer, aroused by the fact that William was already wet with blood. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them before reaching into his pocket to pull out a small knife. "Bleed for me."

"Told you it would be quick," Ryland grinned as he carved the sign of Wiliam's personal crest into the singer's back. "This is so you don't die from the blood loss." he bit his arm and spat his own blood into the wound so it would work.

Ryland looked up and put his knife away. "There. All finished." He stood and stared directly at Mike before blatantly turning his back on the both of them and walking away.

Ryland howled in pain and pitched himself forward on the ground to crash Mike into the lawn. "I see you've got your wings now," he panted, watching Mike carefully.

"You should take care of William. He's pregnant you know," Ryland raised an eyebrow and smiled cryptically.

"Wrong move, Carden," Ryland stepped back and rubbed his jaw, hands shooting into his pocket to pull out identical knives, one already covered in William's blood. He held them so his hands completely covered the handles and they coudn't be taken from him. They were also firm in his grip and he could evenly slash and not stab. He launched himself at the avian and dragged one knife across Mike's wing.

Ryland's eyes narrowed in anger. "Fangs," he hissed and scraped his free knife acros Mike's stomach, struggling his way free. "You win, Carden. Name your terms."

"So your protection would extend to Mikey Russell?" Ryland put a knife way and put his freed hand to his neck. "Interesting. I'll see what I can do." He smirked weakly and hurried away.