Rean had told him to stay in his room.

Every few days, the halfling they were holding needed to feed. At first they tried to let him hunt animals in the forest, squirrels and mice. But it only lasted for a little while before C started looking gaunt, sickly. Vampires could survive on animal's blood if necessary, but they weren't made for it.

Rean volunteered himself to be C's food source. He won't cooperate if he's malnourished, Rean reasoned to Elliot's misgivings. And it was better him than Elliot. Elliot protested, but eventually relented. He didn't like it, but they had no other choice.

So when it came time for C to feed, Rean would lead Elliot to his room. He'd tell him to shut the door and stay put until he came and got him. He'd pat Elliot on the head and reassure him he'd be okay. Just stay put until it was over.

It was easier said than done.

He's not sure what compelled him to sneak out of his room. Was he worried about Rean's safety and wanted to check on him? Or maybe he was jealous that this vampire was having Rean in a way he never has. Or maybe it was just resentment over just being left out like a child, or curiosity over what he was missing.

He didn't know which one it was, nor did he dwell on it too much. Especially when he got close enough to the door where he could <i>hear</i> them.

They weren't quiet. Too hopped up on the bite's aphrodiasic to even think to be quiet. Elliot could hear every moan, every gasp, every word dripping with lust easily through the wall. Never before had he heard Rean's voice sound like that. Sounding off with C's voice in a raw and messy duet, it was a song unlike any he'd heard before.

It was...enthralling.

He had only meant to stay for a moment before returning to his room. But the voices and the sounds drew him in, until he found himself leaning against the wall to hear every note. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the accompaning actions. Rean, naked as he could be, pressing up against that vampire, getting pleasure from every little movement.

His face started heating up and his heart started racing, just imagining it all. His crotch started feeling tight, and without thinking his hand went to rub it. The action causes a jolt of feeling strong enough to give him his own little audible gasp. One that's quickly muffled by his scarf as he pulls it over his mouth in a panic. The last thing he needed was to be overheard.

This is a bad idea, he thought to himself. And he kept thinking that, as one hand remained holding his scarf over his mouth while the other went back to rubbing his crotch. He kept listening to those sounds. Whatever they were doing, despite his lack of experience, Rean was giving it as good as he got, if C's sounds were any indication.

He lets out his own little whimper, shaky fingers fumbling with the pants button and zipper, envying C all the while. C got to be in there with Rean. He got to touch Rean and kiss him and...and... Just thinking about it made Elliot get harder. Now not restricted by his pants, his underwear was tenting badly. There'd be no hiding it if either of them came out at this moment. Lucky for Elliot, the sounds made it very clear they were lost in their own little world and that wasn't about to change.

Instead of taking this chance to go back to his room so no one would ever know? His body slides down against the wall until he's sitting on the floor. One hand still covers his mouth with the scarf, while the other pushes his underwear out of the way so he could take hold of his length. This was wrong, listening in on them while jerking off. He felt a little shame, and would probably feel more later even if he avoided getting caught.

But for now, with the constant sounds coming from the two of them and all the mental images that went along? Shame wasn't nearly enough to make him stop.