Silas. What's wrong?
Not now, Chester.
The door opened, and Chester walked in. "Hi, Silas."
Graham turned and hissed at Chester. "Get out. You have no right to be in here."
Chester grinned, showing off his fangs. "Hi, I'm Chester. You are?"
"Chester," Silas intervened. "This is Graham. Troy's grandfather." He gave Chester a look, and Chester grinned at Graham.
Holding his hand out, he said, "Hi, Graham. I'm Silas' mate and Troy's other dad."
Graham knocked the hand away. Glaring at Silas, he said, "Make sure Troy is ready. I'll pick him up tonight."
"As I've said, Graham. It will be Troy's decision, not yours."
"You will do as I have told you to or suffer the consequences."
Chester rolled his eyes. "Please. Just get out of here, or I'll report you to the council for harassing humans."
"You'll do what? You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a vampire. We are the dominant race here, not them." He pointed at Silas who shrugged. "I will have my grandson."
Graham stormed from the room and Silas shouted, "Lovely to see you again after all these years, Graham."
"Wow, I forgot those kinds of vampires still exist."
"Chester-"
"Don't, Silas. I'm pissed you didn't tell me what was going on, but I wasn't going to sit out there and let you deal with him alone. We're mates now, so we face these situations together."
"Chester-"
"Don't." Chester rubbed his fingers over his bald head. "What a shit. Seriously, he thinks he can use the old laws to get at Troy? Man, we got rid of them decades ago."
"Are there still some used today?"
"Well, sure. No hunting humans, no preying on humans. The ones that protect you from us." Chester shrugged. "We are stronger and faster. We could do a lot of damage if we wanted to."
Silas slumped in his chair. "Can he take Troy?"
Chester snorted. "Course he can't. He's bullshitting you."
"No, Chester that's not what I asked."
"You mean, take him?"
Silas nodded. "Why now after all these years?"
"How long has it been?" Chester came around the desk and sat on the edge, taking Silas' hand in his own.
"God, before shit happened with Tina. He wasn't impressed that she'd demeaned herself with a lowly human. He came over once after Troy was born and that's it."
"Do you think he talked with Tina?"
Silas shrugged. "I would say no, but now, who knows."
"I say, tell Troy and let him decide. He's old enough, and then you're not hiding anything from him."
"I don't know, Chester. What if he decides to go?"
"Then arrange a meeting between them. Tell them both you're not going to send your son off to someone he doesn't know."
"Chester-"
"Trust me, Silas. I've done this before."
Silas stared into Chester's eyes then slowly nodded. "Okay. I'll give it a try."
Chapter Twelve
Chester winced at the screaming he could hear coming from the living room. Even though Troy was reacting exactly as Chester had thought, listening to him and Silas shouting at other wasn’t what Chester had wanted.
Tank had left with Dodge as soon as it had started, leaving Chester on his own. When the front door slammed shut, he winced again and looked up as Silas stormed into the kitchen.
"That sounded good," Chester muttered.
"Oh, fuck off."
Chester arched an eyebrow. "Love you too, mate."
Silas grunted, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of beer. Chester watched him chug it down then grab another one, slamming the door shut.
"Fucking shit."
"Takes after you then."
Silas pointed the bottle at him. "I am not impressed."
Shrugging, Chester leaned back in the chair. "It went exactly as I thought it would. He hates vampires. The last place he's going to go is to Graham and be surrounded by them."
"Yeah, I know, but I was worried for a few seconds at one point. Fuck, I hope Troy doesn't do anything stupid."
"Get drunk, crash a friend’s house. Do what teenagers do."
Silas snorted. "I can live with that."
Chester stood and walked over to Silas, taking the bottle from his hand and placing it on the counter. He pulled Silas close, nuzzling his neck and placing a kiss there.
"Mmm. I wonder what you want."
Chester grinned against Silas' skin. "You. I want you to make me feel you."
"Bed?"
Chester straightened, still grinning. "Table?" He glanced over at the kitchen table then back at Silas.
Silas grinned. "Lube?"
Pulling a packet from the back pocket from his jeans, Chester licked up Silas' neck. "Already taken care of."
Groaning, Silas pushed Chester over to the table and took his mouth in a punishing kiss.
Chester grunted then moaned. He could feel Silas' arousal build, and it ramped his up. He leaned back and pulled his T-shirt off then grabbed Silas' shirt, pulling it open and grinning when the buttons pinged off.
"Caveman," Silas muttered.
"Fuck me, Silas."
Silas undid Chester's button and pulled down his zipper. Chester helped, pushing his jeans and briefs down over his hips and turned around, leaning over the table and sticking his ass in the air.
"Fuck, Chester," Silas growled, his hands grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "Look at that hole waiting for my dick to fill it."
"Less talk, Silas, and more fucking." Chester could feel Silas' breath on his ass and hole. He wanted Silas to be pushing into him and fucking him hard. So hard he felt it for days.
"Patience, Chester."
Chester was about to shout at Silas when Silas' tongue licked around his hole. "Fuck," he muttered, his head dropping onto the table.
"Soon."
Silas' tongue circled his hole then stabbed into it. Chester cried out and reached back, pulling his ass cheeks further apart. Silas fucked him with his tongue and then pushed two fingers in alongside.
"Ugh, Silas. Fuck me," Chester begged.
Silas' fingers found his prostate and rubbed across it, his tongue stabbing in and out of his ass. Chester shivered, ecstasy flowing through him. Fuck, he loved rimming, giving and taking, and Silas knew what he was doing.
The tongue and fingers left him and were replaced by the blunt head of Silas' thick dick. Chester groaned when Silas pushed in, feeling it fill him. He moaned when Silas grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him onto the table.
Fuck, he loved Silas controlling him. He stroked his dick, precome dripping onto the table as Silas hammered into him. Hard and fast, just how he liked it.
"Gonna, gonna," Silas gasped behind him.
Chester grunted when Silas slammed into him, then pulled out to slam back in. Silas shuddered behind him, then rested his head between Chester's shoulder blades, panting harshly.
Chester moaned, his dick painfully hard. Silas pulled out and rolled Chester over and then dropped down to his knees, sucking Chester's dick into his mouth.
Chester cried out, his legs trembling.
"What the fuck!"
Chester jerked as Silas stood, pulling his pants up. "Troy-"
"You've got a fucking bedroom! And over the fucking table. I eat off of it."
Chester pulled his jeans up, shoving in his now soft dick. He could hear Troy ranting behind him and looked over at Silas, wincing when he saw the look of horror on his face.
"Troy-" Chester started, but Troy cut him off.
"You, shut it. I'm not interested in anything you've got to say."
"Troy, stop this," Silas demanded. "I'm an adult with my mate and when you get one of your own-"
"Oh, fuck off, Pops." Troy waved his hand at him. "If I'm gonna be like you two, fucking all over the house, then that shit isn't gonna happen."
"I hope it does," Chester murmured.
"Now, Troy-"
Troy stormed out of the kitchen and Silas chased after him, shouting his name. Chester walked over to the window and watched them arguing by the cars. Troy was pacing, his arms waving in the air then pointing towards the house.
Silas was holding his hands out in front of him pleading with his son and Chester could feel how much this situation was hurting Silas.
"Shit," he muttered. This was the last thing they needed.
Troy eventually got into his car and sped away, leaving Silas staring after him. His shoulders dropped, and Chester reached out to him.
I'm sorry.
Silas glanced over his shoulder back at the house. We should have been more careful.
Chester nodded. Where is he going?
Out to think. He'll be back later.
Silas walked back into the house and Chester met him in the hallway, hugging him tightly. "We'll fix this," Chester promised.
"How?"
Chester remained silent because he couldn't answer Silas' question. He didn't know.
* * *
Silas tried calling Troy again, growing more frustrated as time passed. Okay, so maybe they shouldn't have fucked in the kitchen, and then Troy wouldn't have walked in on them.
Groaning, Silas dropped his head in his hands and muttered, "Fucking stupid."
Stop, Silas. It's done, and now we need to fix it.
He's not your son.
There was no response, and Silas growled. "Shit."
I'm sorry, Chester. I didn't mean it.
I know.
Silence again and just when he was going to contact Chester, Troy barged into his office.
"Troy! I've been trying to contact you. Where have you been? You didn't come home last night."
"I'm fine, but I need some money."
"What for? You need to go home, Troy. I'll speak to you when I've finished."
"No. I'm eighteen now, so I'll do what I want."
Silas stood abruptly. "I'm still your father and while you are living under my roof-"
"Guess I'll leave then, yeah. Fuck you, Silas."
"Troy Bailey, you get your ass back in here-"
Troy flipped Silas off and continued out of his office, Silas following. They walked through the small main office, ignoring the stares directed their way.
Once outside, Silas grabbed Troy and swung him around. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Troy pushed him away. "I've had enough!" He screamed. "I don't want to live like this anymore. Why her? Why do I have to be like her?"
Silas stood still, shocked, his mouth falling open. "Troy," he whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "You're my son."
"No, I'm not. I'm a vampire, and I hate it."
"I love you, Troy. It doesn't matter to me that you're not human. You are my son. Mine, Troy."
"And now you're mated to one," Troy muttered bitterly.
"Vampires don't choose their mates and you know I didn't make things easy for Chester. I didn't want to be the mate of a vampire. I felt the same way you do, but now I am mated to him, I understand how important they are. But you are my son, and you are never going to be second best."
"Pops, Chester's your mate-"
"You are my son." Silas grabbed Troy by his shoulders and stared into his eyes. "Do you know what Chester said to me before we mated?" Troy shook his head. "He said I'd given him something he never thought he would have. Do you know what that was?"
"No," Troy whispered.
"A son, Troy. He sees you as his son. All he wants is for you to accept him, accept us, and we can be a family. Is it going to be easy? Fuck, no. I'm sure we'll all butt heads, but we can at least try, can't we?"
"Pops," Troy said brokenly. Tears slipped from his eyes and Silas pulled him in, holding him tightly. "I don't know if I can."
"We can try together, Troy. We can try."
* * *
Silas and Troy left the station and spent the afternoon together, fishing at a local lake. They didn't say much, but the silence was comfortable, and Silas simply enjoyed being able to sit and spend time with his son.
So much had changed for them in such a short period of time and Troy had been hiding a secret, so huge Silas was amazed that he'd managed it. He was also hurt that his son felt that he couldn't tell him the truth. Had he failed as a father? Had he failed his son?
"No."
Silas glanced over at Troy. "What was that?"
"I said no. I can see the look on your face, Pops. It wasn't your fault, none of it."
"Go on then. Tell me what I'm blaming myself over?"
"Everything. Tina, me, the man I killed. All of it."
Sighing, Silas asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to stop loving me," Troy whispered.
"Oh, Troy. I could never stop loving you."
"But I'm like her, Pops."
"Tina loved you, Troy. I don't know what happened, but I know she loved you."
"I'm scared I'll end up like her."
"Never, Troy, I'll never let that happen," Silas spoke vehemently.
"Promise," Troy asked in a small voice.
"Always, Troy. I am always here."
Troy leaned against Silas, and he put his arm around his son's shoulder. "I love you, Pops, just don't go around telling everyone I said that. I've got an image to maintain."
Silas chuckled. "Your secret’s safe with me. Oh, and Troy? I love you too."
Chapter Thirteen
Several days had passed after Troy and Silas had settled things between them, and Chester was enjoying the growing relationship between him and Silas, but also the tentative one developing between him and Troy.
Troy was spending the night with friends to give them time together, or as he put it, 'time to screw.' Silas had grumbled and blushed, but Chester had laughed, and while Silas was busy tidying up, he was planning their night.
He'd been to his house and brought back his black bag that contained his toys. He cleaned them and laid them out on the bed, ready for when Silas came upstairs. He had an idea of how he wanted to spend their night, but Silas had to agree.
Chester liked to play, and he liked certain aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. No, he didn't want to be whipped or flogged, but gagged, tied up, and spanked were all things he enjoyed. As a vampire, he also enjoyed blood play, but had only acted that kink out with other vampires. How would Silas react and would he cut himself for Chester's pleasure?
He'd purposefully left his blood play bag at home, and it would remain there until he and Silas had talked about it. Silas had to be comfortable with it too.
Silas walked into the bedroom as Chester was stripping, and he wandered over to the bed, staring at the items placed on it. He picked up the large purple dildo and turned to stare at Chester, his mouth opening and closing several times.
"You can get this up your ass?" he asked, incredulously.
"I've had your fist in my ass. What do you think?"
The dildo was a good ten inches long and four inches wide. Silas stared at it again and swallowed hard.
"Jesus," he whispered. "How?"
"A lot of practice and lube, but we aren't going there yet. I wanted you to see what I have so you know what I like."
Silas coughed to clear his throat and Chester grinned. He'd shocked his mate.
"So, dildo's, vibrators, various cuffs." He picked up a long, stainless steel pipe. "What is this?"
"That's a sound, and you use it on my urethra."
"I... what?"
"That is for later too. Much later." Chester stepped close to Silas. "This is what I like, but if you don't, then that's fine. I can live without it as long as I have you and before we did any of it, we would go somewhere so you can see what it's like."
"Like a club?"
"Yeah, but only if you want to." Chester palmed Silas' face. "Both of us have to agree."
"Okay. I don't mind going to
a club, but I won't do anything that could potentially hurt you. I need to learn too."
Chester smiled. "Thank you."
Silas shrugged and grinned back at him. "I like the idea of trying new things. I want to experiment and push our boundaries. I won't want it all the time, but yeah, occasionally we can." Silas stepped back and looked Chester up and down, and ordered, "On the bed. Hands and knees."
Chester shuddered at the commanding tone of Silas' voice. He knelt on the bed and glanced over at Silas, who now stood naked staring at Chester's ass.
"Fuck, Chester," he muttered, walking over to run his hand over the firm cheeks.
Chester whimpered at Silas' touch. Damn, his mate could make him come alive with a simple touch. He was desperate to feel Silas slide into him and fill him up. He couldn't wait for Silas to hammer his hole. God, he loved it when Silas was incomplete and total control.
"Please, Silas," he whimpered again. He needed his mate's touch.
"Patience, Chester."
Chester groaned, dropping onto his forearms. Silas stroked and squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and blowing on his sensitive hole, causing Chester to shiver in response.
When Silas' tongue stroked over it, Chester moaned and gripped the covers in his hands. He didn't want Silas to tease him tonight. He needed to feel his mate.
"Silas," he begged. "I need you."
Silas didn't respond, but Chester moaned when cold lube ran down over his hole. Silas rubbed it around then speared him with two fingers, shoving them in and out of his ass.
Chester cried out, loving the roughness and wanting more.
Silas pulled his fingers out. Chester whimpered at the loss but then cried out when Silas slammed his dick in. His body shuddered, his hole pulsed, and Chester fucking loved it.
Silas didn't start off slow. He pounded into Chester, gripping Chester's hips and leaned over Chester's back, licking across the back of his neck.
"I love fucking you," he grunted. "Love feeling your hole grip my cock."
Chester groaned. "Fuck me, Silas. I want to feel you."
"Oh yeah?" Chester nodded. "Then you'll get what you want."
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