Roger skipped outside into the garden after service, where Jim was tending to the gardens. He took a moment to appreciate the piece of heaven in front of him. The blond still wondered how they had been lucky enough to find the other boy.

If he was honest, Jim was a god. He brought life to the gardens and to their clan, but he almost as quickly could take life away. The altar boy thought back to their last kill. Jim had bound and drank from the man within three minutes, leaving all of them in awe. His eyes had been so dark and his mouth so red and wet, Freddie and John couldn't resist kissing and touching him. Their Sire had purred with pleasure, praising Jim and encouraging him. Roger had sunk straight to his knees, kissing and licking at his cock. He got so so weak when Jim's dark side came out.

The altar boy made his way over to where Jim was on his hands and knees in the dirt, his shorts outlining temptation. Then again, Roger never had much self control. He kneeled behind Jim, pressing his crotch to the younger boy's ass and wrapping his arms around his waist so he was pressed against his back. He wanted, no, craved Jim's dominant side.

One of his hands sneaked down to Jim's cock until the other boy noticed. He heard Jim growl.

"What did I say about interrupting me?"

"That we'd get punished...", he said in an innocent voice. Brian had let Jim set the rules for the garden once he saw how beautiful everything was blooming.

"And what are you doing, Roger?", Jim said, still not moving in Roger's arms.

"I wanna play. You've been out here working, don't you need a break, or at least a drink?", the blonde whined, squeezing Jim's crotch for good measure.

Jim finally sat up and pushed Roger back. "By play, I assume you mean you need to be entertained?"

"Maybe...", he said from his place on the ground. Jim smirked and his eyes darkened. Roger would often make decisions that got him punished.

"Maybe I do need a drink.", he mused. "Robes off now."

The blonde scrambled to undress while the other boy took his time stripping down and once he was bare, took his time looking over Roger's form. He stroked one teasing finger around his nipples and then down his chest.

"Look at you, Brian was right, you are an angel, aren't you? But you tempt like a devil."

Roger whined, he was already hard and leaking watching those dark eyes trail over his figure.

"Yeah, yeah, can you please...", he cut off with a groan as Jim bit into his neck, taking a long drink from the blonde that left him satiated for the moment.

"Shush. You interrupted me, now you're going to take what I give you.", he purred and Roger once again felt himself melt at Jim's expression. Those dark eyes held promise, mixed with those blood-stained lips.

The altar boy cried out when Jim went straight to two fingers, nearly sobbing when those fingers crooked against his prostate. The noise drew John out, who heard from inside. The blonde cried out again when Jim nipped at his thigh, sending a shock of pure pleasure up his spine.

Roger could see John with a blank expression but a massive erection. He made grabby hands for him as Jim slipped his tongue in next to his fingers. John walked over quickly, shedding his tunic before leaning down and kissing the blonde hard, swallowing whatever noise the altar boy was making in response to Jim's ministrations.

The blonde whined trying to touch John but he heard Jim warn John that he had interrupted him, which resulted in John not letting Roger touch him. John tutted and leaned down to drink from where Jim had broken his skin. He drank messily, coating his lips in his friend's sweet liquid.

The blonde thrashed around when the youngest of the three pulled his fingers out and replaced them completely with his tongue. He was achingly hard and didn't think he could last much longer.

"Please...", he whined. Roger felt John wrap his hand around the base of his cock and squeeze, staving off any orgasm that had been building. John could be merciless sometimes.

"All this misbehaving and all you needed was a good fuck...", Jim purred lowly, pulling away to look up at the oldest boy. "I think we can do that. John, use his mouth."

Roger looked up at John through his lashes, whimpering as John tugged his hair. He wanted to worship Jim, show his appreciation.

"Open."

The blonde eagerly opened his mouth, sucking John's cock down his throat. When Brian had turned him, he had been delighted to find out that his gag reflex had left him. John gently carded his hand through Roger's hair, purring at the heated wetness of the other boy's mouth.

Roger nearly choked on John when Jim pushed into him. He felt so full. The youngest boy didn't let him rest, setting a brutal pace that hit the depth of Roger, pressing hard against his prostate.

John groaned, leaning over Roger to pull Jim into a hot kiss, caressing the back of his neck and nipping at his lips with his fangs. The kiss was sloppy, with both their mouths still stained as they licked Roger's blood off each other's lips.

John purred into the kiss, he loved Jim's heated kisses. They were different from Freddie's, whose kisses were full of energy and sent electricity through him. Roger's were lazily hot, just a few moments of contact had him hard. Brian's kisses were cautious but controlling. But Jim was like being hit with a wave and getting swept out to sea.

Roger whimpered around John. He felt like he would burst, watching his friends, feeling them. It left him absolutely boneless, unable to do anything but feel.

Jim pulled away, pushing Roger's hips down as the boy had started trying to roll his hips.

"No, angel.", he murmured to him, biting his neck again. The blonde cried out as Jim's staccato thrusts hit his prostate several times over. His friends took him to both heaven and hell.

He didn't even know whose hand it was, but two strokes and he came hard. He was caught off-guard and gagged on John's cock.

John groaned at the sensation, biting his lip and cumming in his friend's mouth. Roger took cock so well, like his mouth was made to hold their cocks.

"Swallow.", Jim growled, dark eyes staring into the blonde. Roger didn't even think about disobeying that command, as much as he liked sharing cum with one of the others.

The young boy continued to fuck him hard, until Roger was sobbing with overstimulation after cumming another two times. He purred softly when he felt Jim finally cum inside him, looking down his body to watch the other boy slow his thrusts.

John purred, looking down at his friend. The altar boy looked thoroughly fucked out, cum on his chest and still dribbling out of his tip, blood staining the ends of his yellow hair. Such a temptation.

Jim leaned up to kiss Roger softly to bring him down. That was also part of Jim's charm. Like Brian, he made sure they were comfortable afterwards, which meant the other boys let him be a little selfish after one of them took him. He deserved it after he took care of them.

John helped Roger up, steadying him and pulling him close to let him drink. The blonde suckled at his neck for a few moments before leaning into him. He could feel Jim's cum running down his thigh and before he could move, John had a hand between his legs, wiping up the liquid. 

Jim took John's hand, suckling his own cum off his friend's fingers. He loved the taste of them, his own cum, with a hint of Roger and with the taste of John's skin.

Brian met them at the door, smirking at his boys, Jim trailing behind the other two. The ancient vampire pulled Roger to his chest and gave both Jim and John quick kisses, tasting Roger's blood. The blonde sank into his Master's arms, purring at the feeling of being surrounded by his clan.

"How was our angel?", he asked. Jim purred softly, looking up at their Sire. He felt proud of Roger for taking his punishments so well.

"Rog was amazing, as always.", he said with a smile, stroking the boy's golden locks. Brian smiled, expecting nothing less from his boys.

Freddie wrapped his arms around Jim, nuzzling his neck and nicking his skin, licking at the small break in the skin. The younger boy leaned into him, purring softly. Freddie was always a pleasant break after being in charge. John could be too, but Freddie hadn't been there and Jim sometimes needed a disconnect to wind down.

"And how was Jim?", Brian murmured to the boy in his arms. Roger grumbled tiredly against his Sire's chest, clinging to him. Brian reached down to gently rub his angel's ass to soothe him.

"You already know how he was.", he said, with a slight whine. After a good fucking, Roger sometimes became whiny and needy. The rest of them thought it was adorable.

Freddie giggled and reached out to rub Roger's back, his skin still flushed from before.

"And we know that's how you like it. Jim's wonderful.", he beamed, leaning over to kiss the blissed-out boy's shoulder. Brian chuckled softly, stroking Jim's hair.

"Yes, you are wonderful. I'm still wondering how we managed to snag a temptation like you, my little god.", he said, kissing the boy softly. Jim blushed.

"You accepted me. I figured this would make it easier to be here and I don't regret it at all."

John took his turn to kiss him. "We're glad. We don't regret having you here. If anything you've brought us together, even if we have to fight over your cock sometimes.", he said, throwing in a salacious wink. The others laughed when Jim turned a deeper shade of pink and buried his face in Freddie's shoulder, grumbling.

"Come, my sweets.", Brian cooed softly. He picked up Roger bridal style and ushered his boys back to their room, setting Roger in the middle of their bed. John cuddled into Roger's left and Jim crawled to his right side, nuzzling his neck softly. Freddie wrapped himself around Jim, laying his hand on Roger's torso. Brian laid next to John, stroking the blonde's messy hair.

As dangerous creatures as they were, they had nothing but softness and love and affection for each other. They cuddled together, basking in the feeling of completeness of their clan. Light strokes and soft murmurs filled their space.

The town knew nothing of their truth. The truth of a group of dangerous creatures that truly lived for pleasure. The truth of a family very much unholy.

Worship me tonight, the dark will hide our sins.