"Dam, you've got a parcel," Thomas yelled up the stairs.

Damiano took the stairs in two jumps on his way down. Occasionally it was fun to use vampire advantages, and they were supposed to be adapting, so he counted it as practice. What he was actually doing was making sure he got to the parcel before any of his curious bandmates did, because he wanted to make sure he opened it.

"What have you been buying that's got you so excited?" Thomas asked as he bounced into the kitchen where the parcel was sitting on the table.

"Fun things," he replied with a grin.

"Is it just me or is he getting worse?" Thomas asked with a put-upon sigh.

"He just seems louder now," Victoria replied, laughing when Damiano gave her a one finger salute.

"See if I share now," he said, doing his best impression of a six-year-old.

The parcel was a plain white box with the false name he used for deliveries from sources he wasn't sure whether to trust. This was one delivery he would rather not appear in the tabloids.

Victoria pouted at him.

"Fuck it, I am weak," he said in his most dramatic fashion and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer, beckoning them both over as he did so.

"Did I hear something about sharing?" Ethan asked, walking in just as Damiano was slicing through the packing tape. "That looks like a very discrete box."

"It does, doesn't it," Damiano replied, unsurprised that Ethan had noticed the details.

He flipped open the flaps on the box with dramatic timing to reveal packing peanuts and various cartons inside.

"Sex toys," Victoria said. "You went on a sex toy spending spree?"

"Well it's not like any of us have anything here," he replied, "and I was looking for specific things, but then I thought it would be unfair to get just what I wanted, and then I got carried away."

"How much did you buy?" Thomas asked.

"Like I said, carried away," he responded and pulled at the corner of what he was pretty sure was the thing he had gone on the site to buy in the first place.

The set was a deep purple and consisted of three anal plugs from small to medium and an anal dildo.

"From your research?" Victoria asked.

"I was hoping someone would use these on me," he replied even as the anticipation curled around in hot streaks in his belly, "and well, then, if that goes well ... maybe ..."

He didn't want to pressure anyone into anything.

"Everything in here had good reviews," he added rather lamely.

"When were you thinking of?" Ethan asked, giving him a small smile.

"Tonight?" he suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Ethan replied and Damiano felt his cock twitch at just the inference.

"Great," he managed to say.

He was never going to survive the afternoon, at least not with all his blood in his brain.

"What is this?" Thomas interrupted his contemplations, holding up another package.

"Oh, that's for Vic," Damiano said, looking at it. "One website I found was raving about them. It's a suction vibrator."

"Ooh," Victoria said, grabbing it from Thomas, "I've read about these, but never bought one."

"This must be for Vic too," Ethan commented, pulling out a strap on.

"Actually, that came with two attachments, one of which is hollow," Damiano said, "but mostly, yeah, I picked that up for Vic. Only seemed fair."

"Thank you, Damià," Victoria said and dragged him down so she could peck him on the cheek.

"No offence," he said when she let him go, "but I'd rather start with a real cock. Not going to lie, that intimidates the hell out of me."

"We've got plenty of time," she replied with a wink and a grin.

Heat rushed south at the look in her eyes.

"Anal beads," Thomas said, holding up the two sets Damiano had added to his order.

"Figured everyone might enjoy those," he said with a shrug.

"I love anal beads," Ethan said. "Oh, and a prostate massager."

"By that point I was mostly thinking, why the hell not," Damiano replied.

"How much lube did you buy?" Thomas asked as he came back with two tubes and two bottles.

"One of those is sex toy cleaner," Damiano said, "but the others were supposed to be good for different things. There's also two blindfolds, a dildo, several more things that vibrate and some sex aids."

"Was there anything you didn't buy?" Victoria asked with a laugh.

"Sooo much," he replied with an answering grin. "I figured it would be better to talk about the kinkier stuff first."

"We could just raid some of our stage costumes for that," Thomas commented and Damiano snorted with laughter.

"I am not wearing a corset for sex," he said in a resolute tone.

"Not even if I ask you nicely?" Victoria said in her sexiest voice.

For a second Damiano forgot how to think.

"Please wait, caller while we connect you," Thomas laughed.

"You all suck," was his incredibly witty response to that.

"For that you have to ask nicely," Ethan commented and Damiano had a sinking feeling he was going to be hard all damn day, from innuendos if nothing else.

~*~

Damiano spent over half an hour in the shower. It was utterly ridiculous, but he needed to make sure he was so clean he was almost sparkling. Some of the things he had ordered had been to make that part easier. Luckily for him, vampire skin didn't show up excess scrubbing or he probably would have looked a little red on the edges.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips, trying to look nonchalant, because he already knew Ethan was waiting for him. He'd heard him enter the bedroom while he was drying off.

"You can change your mind," Ethan said, which kind of gave him a hint that he was missing nonchalant by a long way.

Ethan stood up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed in just a loose pair of pyjama pants and walked up to him.

"I don't want to change my mind," Damiano replied, allowing Ethan to capture the base of his neck in strong fingers. "I'm just nervous."

"I will look after you," Ethan said, leaning in and placing the lightest of kisses on his lips, "we all will."

"I know," he replied and let Ethan pull him into a much deeper kiss.

He opened his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around Ethan's, before sucking gently. Closing his eyes, he sank into the feeling of lips and tongue and Ethan's hand running down his side and over his covered arse. Ethan pulled away from his mouth, kissing across his jaw and down his neck and he went with it. What Ethan wanted, Ethan could have, after all that was the point of the evening.

When Ethan moved behind him, he leaned into the drummer's sculpted body, allowing his head to loll to the side. Ethan's lips were soft on the skin under his ear. Ethan's hands were firm and sure as they roamed over his chest and upper body. It made his insides tremble in a way he hadn't been sure they would. Warmth pooled in his lower regions as his cock began to fill, twitching against his towel.

It was a noise that finally made him open his eyes, which was when he discovered they had an audience.

"You don't have to stop on our account," Victoria said, from where she was standing just in front of Thomas in the doorway.

Damiano felt the flutter of nerves again under her hot gaze. Usually it only excited him, but the uncertainty of what they had planned refused to let his anxiety die completely as Victoria's excited eyes reminded him. He held out his hand, silently inviting both of them in, even as Ethan kissed right over the scar on his neck. A little whine constricted his throat as he full-body shuddered.

They each had a scar, albeit that they were incredibly hard to see. His and Thomas' would have been large and jagged had they scarred like a normal human, both on their throats. Ethan's was on his right arm, also large. Victoria's was on her neck as well, but it was almost delicate in comparison. Apparently the psycho bitch had had different standards for men and women.

Ethan's lips on his sensitive skin sent shorts of electricity straight to Damiano's cock.

"Want us to take you apart, Damià?" Victoria whispered in his ear as she took his invitation, pushing herself against him. "Take you apart until you're ready for Ethan's beautiful cock? Ready to be wrecked in the best way?"

Her voice was husky and so very sexy, and it went right to the core of him.

"Fuck, yes," he said, but it disappeared into a gasp as Thomas flicked his unpeirced nipple with a blunt fingernail.

His only choice was to surrender.

With all of them touching him, kissing him, he completely forgot to be nervous. The whole experience was too sensual and encompassing. He closed his eyes, choosing not to try and figure out whose hands were doing what, simply experiencing. One second he was kissing Victoria, then Thomas, then Ethan and he let it happen.

Someone pulled his towel away and he heard other garments being shed as they went along. Every time he tried to reach out and touch the others, he was gently urged back into the passive role, distracted by a deliberate caress or cheeky kiss. It was a little bit maddening, but utterly wonderful at the same time.

"Bed?" Thomas suggested after Damiano had no idea how long.

He finally opened his eyes again, but went with whatever the others wanted. As he was eased down onto the bed on his back, the nerves tingled in his belly again, but he soon lost them as the touches and kisses came back.

"Let us know if there is anything you don't like," Victoria told him, even as she licked a stripe over his nipple and tugged on the hoop through it with her teeth.

Making an affirmative noise was the best he could do as what little blood was left in his brain seemed to vacate for pastures further south.

As Thomas claimed his mouth and Ethan caressed his thigh, Victoria took it up a notch, wrapping her fingers around his already hard cock. Groaning into the kiss, his hips bucked weakly, pushing his erection deeper into her hold. He began to suspect they had a plan when Ethan used the distraction to lift up his knee for him and pull it slightly to the side. He barely had time to notice before any thoughts in his head were derailed by Victoria giving him a firm stroke.

This was not quite how he had envisaged the evening going, but like hell was he going to remotely complain. Part of him couldn't help thinking that he was not pulling his weight in the proceedings, but, given that none of his lovers seemed to want him to, he decided he would have to pay them back later.

Given how completely distracted he was, it was only a lubricated finger brushing over his hole that clued him into the fact they were moving on to the next step. He'd fingered himself before, since he made it a rule never to ignore an erogenous zone, but it wasn't something he'd ever done with a partner.

He broke away from Thomas' kiss for a moment, needing to breathe and his eyes met Ethan's. The drummer's gaze was dark and sexy and completely encompassing, even as he slowly moved his finger, gently teasing Damiano's hole.

With perfect deliberation, eyes never leaving Damiano's, Ethan pushed firmly against Damiano's rim. For a second he wasn't sure his body would allow it, but the lubricated finger slipped inside. He gasped. Thomas took the opportunity to reclaim his mouth, swallowing the sound and Damiano whined as he was stimulated in too many places.

For a while he lost track again, surrendering to everything they were doing to him. It felt strange to be breached, but it also hit erotic buttons he hadn't been fully aware of until there was something moving inside of him that was nothing to do with him.

Ethan was being so damn gentle with him too, and that was doing it for him as well. It occurred to him that he was fucked, figuratively as well as soon to be literally. The new experience was totally doing a number on him and he was along for the ride.

When Ethan crooked his finger and dragged the pad over what Damiano was pretty sure was his prostate he almost bucked Victoria right off from where she was laying along his side. He moaned into Thomas' mouth.

"I think he likes that," Victoria said with a low, sexy laugh.

He would have told her exactly what he thought of that comment, but he was too busy having his brain melted.

Victoria began teasing the end of his cock with her fingers, brushing lightly over the sensitive tip while Ethan worked him open. One finger became two with generous amounts of lube and it felt fucking amazing. However, when Thomas decided to take up playing with his nipples where Victoria had stopped at exactly the same time Ethan deliberately rubbed past his prostate, he almost came.

"Too much," he gasped out.

Everything instantly stopped and he sagged for a moment.

"You okay?" Ethan asked, carefully withdrawing his fingers, which made Damiano whine in loss.

Damiano nodded.

"Just ... all of you ... too much," he said, but words were kind of hard.

"He can barely talk, we're definitely doing something right," Thomas commented.

The best Damiano could do was make a derisive noise at that.

"How about Thomas and I leave you in Ethan's capable hands?" Victoria suggested. "After all, we don't want you melting down quite yet and this is something I wouldn't mind watching."

That was so unfair as that comment turned his insides to molten metal.

"I think he approves of that idea," Thomas said and Damiano realised he had made a very debauched sound without even consciously registering it.

As Victoria's and Thomas' hands left him, part of him didn't like it, but most of him sagged in relief. While having all of them focused on him at the same time had been phenomenal, it had been overloading. It had helped him relax into the evening, but he also didn't want to miss any of the new parts. He gave them a smile as they withdrew to the other side of the bed, relaxing against each other, eyes on him and Ethan.

"Want me to get the toys?" Ethan asked, stroking up the back of Damiano's raised thigh.

It wasn't an unexpected question since that had been the general plan, but he found himself shaking his head.

"Just you," he said as he went with what he was feeling rather than any higher thoughts, "please."

"Okay," Ethan replied, giving him a small smile, "but I'll need to open you up some more with my fingers first."

Damiano nodded before letting his head fall back onto the bed. More lube and more fingers and Damiano lost himself in the delicious burn as his body gave in to Ethan's firm, but careful touch. He was more than happy to acquiesce to Ethan's greater experience.

He really had no idea how long Ethan worked him open, only that he didn't like it when Ethan withdrew his fingers completely. It took him a second to realise his lover had deemed him ready.

"Up," Ethan urged gently, guiding Damiano to lift his hips.

As Ethan slipped a pillow under his backside and the base of his back, Damiano felt his face heating up. This felt like another level, almost as if he was on display, especially with the other two watching as well.

Ethan leaned over him, between his spread legs, catching his mouth in a quick, sweet kiss.

"Okay?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah," Damiano replied, voice cracking as he tried to speak.

"Tell me if it hurts," Ethan told him, "immediately."

He nodded as the flutter of nerves came back full force.

He couldn't take his eyes off Ethan as the drummer sat back and deftly slicked himself up. Damiano hadn't let himself dwell on how well endowed Ethan was before, not wanting to psyche himself out, but it was kind of hard to miss now.

Ethan lined himself up before meeting Damiano's eyes once more. Damiano gave the slightest of nods.

Blunt slick heat, that was the first thought that came at him as Ethan carefully started to push in.

"Mother of god," he whispered as he felt his body opening up around Ethan's glorious cock.

It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't what he would have called comfortable, only he definitely didn't want Ethan to stop.

This was not what Damiano had expected. It wasn't just feeling Ethan sliding into him, although that was fucking phenominal. It was what it was doing to him on other levels as well. The vulnerability, the surrender, the intimacy. He couldn't begin to explain it in his head or out loud. He had had sex plenty of times, but this felt so very different.

Legs spread, cock hard and throbbing, he stared up at Ethan, all hard muscle and perfect control, and he melted inside. He felt so open and full and that pushed buttons he had never had pushed before, not just physical ones.

"Okay?" Ethan checked.

Damiano nodded, because his voice kept getting lost somewhere in what he was feeling.

"Please," was about all he could manage and he was glad Ethan seemed to get it.

The slick slide, the very slight pull, the feeling of Ethan's strong hands holding his legs, it was all amazing. Damiano loved sex, he was good at sex, but nothing had prepared him for this.

As Ethan began to move properly, even though it was slow, Damiano whined and moaned as his body relaxed further to accept the movement. The glide of slick hard cock inside him, married with the amazing sight of Ethan's magnificent, taught muscles rippling under smooth skin was frying the few brain cells he had left.

If that wasn't enough to melt every muscle in his body to water, after a few thrusts, Ethan shifted slightly and changed angle and Damiano cried out as his lover nailed his prostate. Being a drummer, Ethan knew all about rhythm, and Damiano could only surrender to the one Ethan chose this time.

It started slow, encouraging the arousal coursing through Damiano's body with warming sparks, but it built, bit by bit as Ethan seemed to read him perfectly. His cock bounced, full and heavy and untouched as each thrust filled and almost emptied him. He really couldn't think anymore. Reaction after reaction was drawn out of him and he didn't even try to control any of it.

When Ethan reached for his cock, he knew that was it.

One touch, that was all it took. Ethan's fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking over the head and he was gone. He came so hard he literally saw stars and a litany of curses fell from his lips, because nothing else could get close to what he was feeling. His nerves lit up with rivulets of fire as his balls tightened and he shot rivulets of milky come all over his own chest. The way his anal muscles clamped down and quivered around Ethan's gloriously thick cock sent aftershock followed by aftershock through him.

It almost felt like an out of body experience.

Ethan, the complete gentleman that he was, stayed perfectly still until Damiano finally stopped shuddering, eventually gently pulling out as Damiano lay there in a wrecked daze. Only as Ethan moved and Damiano slowly came down did he realise he was crying.

"You okay?" Victoria asked, scooting over to him on the bed.

He nodded. He couldn't for the life of him work out why he was crying, but he couldn't stop either. Given that he managed something of a strangled laugh as well, he realised his reactions were all messed up. Apparently the intimacy of anal sex did a number on him, although he was also pretty sure it had more to do with who and why than what had been going on.

Part of him was yelling at him that no one else had come yet, but when Ethan moved round beside him and crowded in for what could only be called a cuddle, Damiano went with it. Victoria grabbed some tissues off the side cupboard and cleaned him up and he couldn't even put it together enough to help with that.

He did catch Thomas giving him a thoughtful look, but the best he could do with that was beckon-in the younger man as well. They snuggled up in a random, naked pile of limbs and it was perfect. Damiano decided that as soon as his brain started working properly again he would figure out how to say thank you in a very physical way to each of them, starting with Ethan. Maybe they could actually get to the toys this time. One advantage of vampire metabolisms that they had discovered pretty quickly was a much shorter refractory period. He was pretty sure it was going to take him a few minutes though.