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“It’s a good thing none of those people are in this room with us,” He retorted, “Do me a favor and don’t stop missing me. Ever. No matter how long I’m gone, I want you always to be waiting for me.”

Gabriel sighs, rolling over so their noses were brushing together. He stared into his eyes, the same shade of blue as his own. They looked so lonely though, and it made his heart ache, “You could just...stop leaving.” he whispers, “You always go for so long at a time.”

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Michael chuckled at that, "Gabriel is a loner, he'd stay in there his entire life if someone didn't intervene." He sighs, stretching out his long legs with a yawn, "In down for anything." Michael tapped his fingers on the sofa.

“Well in an ideal world, I’d bother your brother, but I think he said he wants the night alone.” Pam pouted and moved to sit on Eric’s lap, where he held her close, humming. He placed his chin on Pam’s shoulder and she exposed her neck to him.

“You two could go shopping for your brother’s present. I’m already redecorating the basement bedroom for him,” Eric hummed. “Although I would also be amenable to a night of board games that will inevitably tear apart any happy bonds we had. Parcheesi, Monopoly, etcetera.”

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Michael was incredibly grateful that Eric wasn't going to punish her too severely. "That a girl." He praises, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and slowly untangling himself from them. The ache in his neck was welcomed, "The night is still young, what should we do."

“Pamela assaulted me and she knows the consequences of that. If I do not act upon it as her maker, then I have to act upon it as her sheriff. This is the kinder choice,” Eric explained, and Pam crossed her arms.

“Can’t we just consider the gift monetary tribute for my mistakes?” She pouted at Eric and licked her lips.

He sighed. “If you but Gabriel something very nice, I won’t use silver.” She raised a brow at him and Eric gave in once more.

“Fine, it counts. But if the Magister comes round, I consented to none of this.” She smirked and leaned into Michael’s ear.

“I always get what I want.”

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Michael flushed at that, mentally cursing himself, "Shit, yeah it was. I actually forgot." He snuggled into them, completely content and exhausted, "I'll get something. Something nice." Michael hummed, "Hasn't she made up for it?"

Eric kissed him back passionately and reached over to take Pam’s hand, squeezing it and smiling. “Mmm, I definitely will,” he whispered into his mouth, and Pam reached up to kiss Michael’s shoulder.

“Speaking of which, his birthday was a few weeks ago. We’re going to have a party for him, and you are going to get him a very nice present.” He looked at both Pam and Michael, and Pam nodded. She stretched and sat up.

“If I get him a present, I don’t have to be punished.” Pam eyed him Eric and Eric stared back.

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Michael's gaze didn't leave Pam's, not until he heard the whine in Eric's voice, "Yes, how could I forget you." He whispers, shifting to run his hands over his face, in a loving way, "You better take good care of my brother, love..." he murmurs, leaning up to capture his mouth in a greedy kiss.

Eric pouted as he watched them, and Pam leaned forward and kissed Michael’s cheeks. “I am yours as well, Michael. All yours.” She sighed into him and buried her face into his neck, kissing at where she had bitten him. “But more importantly, you’re mine.”

“And mine,” Eric practically whined. “I’m here too, you know.”

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Michael sighed softly, licking his lower lip, "Okay..." he felt a bit of relief about not having to share Pam, "I love him, but you and I..." he cradled Pam's face in his hands, "I'm yours and I don't want anything to come between that."

“That’s because you’re the only person Pam shares blood with,” Eric grumbled, and Pam went to protest, but she nodded. Pam nuzzled into Michael’s side and kissed at his jaw and neck, making small noises of protest.

“I think it’s more pure and a better bonding experience that way,” she sighed into Michael’s neck and closed her eyes.

Eric smiled and played with Michael’s hair. “One day, lover, I’ll let you feed from my neck. Maybe.”

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Michael squirmed under the attention, "I look forward to it." He gasps, licking his lips and savoring the taste, the hands in his hair made him sigh contently. Michael hummed, panting, "Im a little jealous that I have to share now...Gabriel will be a good addition, but still..."

“That’s because you’re the only person Pam shares blood with,” Eric grumbled, and Pam went to protest, but she nodded. Pam nuzzled into Michael’s side and kissed at his jaw and neck, making small noises of protest.

“I think it’s more pure and a better bonding experience that way,” she sighed into Michael’s neck and closed her eyes.

Eric smiled and played with Michael’s hair. “One day, lover, I’ll let you feed from my neck. Maybe.”

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Michael moans softly, taking Eric's finger in his mouth and taking the little droplets like they were keeping him alive. The mingling taste of them together had Michael panting, "You're a tease..." he grumbled lapping at the pad of his finger, "Pam lets me..."

“I don’t let anyone drink from my neck,” he chuckled, and slid his finger inside Michael’s mouth, smirking. “I like this. It’s far more erotic.”

Pam was laying across Michael and rolled her eyes as Eric spoke. “Erotic, my ass. You just like the control.” He shrugged and slid his finger further into Michael’s mouth, flashing a toothy smile.

“Either way, no one drinks from my neck unless I say so.”

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Pam's blood was the best thing Michael had ever tasted, the way it made him feel was intoxicating. He was on his back now, laying across Eric's lap with Pam on top of him. He drinks, and drinks until he can feel her running through him. Eric's blood caught his attention, and he takes the man's hand, "You never let me drink from your neck..." he pouts, lips stained with Pamela's blood.

Pam groaned into his neck and took her fill greedily, her hands sliding behind Michael’s back to hold him closer. Eric chuckled into his skin and smiled. “Father, brother, son, lover,” he whispered, detaching his mouth from the young vampire’s wrist. He lapped slowly at Michael’s arm, watching it heal.

Pam pushed away from him once she had eased the ache in her bones and looked over at Eric. “Han älskar oss,” (He loves us). Eric nodded and leaned down to kiss Pam, smearing the blood between them. “I love him too,” she sighed, and looked over at Michael. “I love you, but don’t you dare repeat that.”

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Michael whimpers, relaxing against the two older vampires, his body in a blissful state. His fangs were extended, aching, "Let me taste you..." he mumbles to Pam, nuzzling against her throats in a loving way, shivering at the way Eric lapped over his wound, "Both of you."

Pam groaned into his neck and took her fill greedily, her hands sliding behind Michael’s back to hold him closer. Eric chuckled into his skin and smiled. “Father, brother, son, lover,” he whispered, detaching his mouth from the young vampire’s wrist. He lapped slowly at Michael’s arm, watching it heal.

Pam pushed away from him once she had eased the ache in her bones and looked over at Eric. “Han älskar oss,” (He loves us). Eric nodded and leaned down to kiss Pam, smearing the blood between them. “I love him too,” she sighed, and looked over at Michael. “I love you, but don’t you dare repeat that.”

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Eric and Pam both looked at one another for a split second before dropping fang, springing forward to latch themselves onto the young vampire. Pam straddled Michael’s lap and took from his neck while Eric bit into his own wrist, offering it to Michael. “Don’t even ask next time,” Eric hissed, and Pam hummed in agreement into the wound, taking her fill greedily.

Michael gasps as the fangs pierce his skin, clinging to Pam as she comes on his lap. He’s craning his neck, allowing the two to take everything they wanted from him. His hand in Eric’s hold twitches, and his finger’s brush gently against his cheek. His tears are streaming, blood washing over pale skin and dripping off his chin. Feeling both of them taking his blood, it was nothing like he could ever describe, “I love you.” Both of them. He fucking loved them.

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Pam let go of Michael’s hand and shifted herself to sit on Eric’s lap, chastely kissing her maker’s lips before shifting over to kiss Michael’s as well. “I hate both of you,” she drawled. “You bring me a lot of fucking pain, but I’ll be damned if you aren’t my boys.” She tucked her face into Eric’s neck and put her legs across Michael’s lap.

Eric smiled and gave Pam another kiss on the lips, turning to Michael to kiss him as well. “Mmm, well looks like I was the mediating factor all along. You need me, it seems.” Pam huffed and elbowed him.

Michael completely melted at the sweet kiss from Pam, and then Eric, he couldn’t believe he had gotten as lucky as this. To have this stupid, fucked up, but wonderful little family. Now, his little brother, who had let down so much was apart of this. He had tears dripping down his cheeks, and he didn’t even realize it. He shifts closer to them, “Could I...Could you two...” he takes a breath to pull himself together, his hand caressing Pam’s leg, and up toward her thigh, “You blood. I need it...and please, take mine.” Their bond felt so weak right now.

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She looked away from him but took his hand over Eric, sighing. “Yeah, you should’ve. But Gabriel said this isn’t an odd behavior of yours, to attach yourself then disconnect.” Eric shifted under their hands and tried to insert himself.

“Pamela, I only…cut off our connection because I could not stand the constant cheeriness I felt from you. I did not understand why Michael made you feel this way.” He licked his lips. “So I had to see for myself.”

“By fucking him?”

“Pam, you’ve known me over 100 years now.”

“…You’re right.”

Michael sighed, rubbing at  his forehead with his free hand, his other gripping Pam’s tight. “Yeah, it’s a bad habit. I get scared. I detach once I get close, but I’m different now. This isn’t the life I had before...I don’t want to disconnect from you.” He listened to the two of them speak, chewing is lower lip, “I’ve caused a lot of trouble, and now my brother. I’m sorry.”