Surviving the apocalypse as a vampire! (mxmxm) BL

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ALWAYS UP TO TEASE

Well... what can I say?

I manage to make things even weirder for them from as it was before, hehe.

As always I "woke up" before them so I could make breakfast, but once everybody was at the table silence fell down like a brick, tension in the air as Dylan's ears keep getting red when he looked up while he sipped his juice to keep himself busy.

Tapping my finger on the counter with a victorious smile on my face I start to plan how to get even more under their skin.

Because... Why not right?

"Are your butt ok Dylan? Hope I wasn't too harsh on you yesterday..." Flustered he almost chokes on his drink, coughing a little before managing to stammer an answer:

"No-no, I'm good, thanks fo-for asking..." He says, looking away, mumbling an almost inaudible "only my pride is hurt" in the end.

"Uhm... And how about you Richard? Does your butt, dick, hand, wrist, neck, back, mouth-"

"Shut up!" I put a hand on my chest, faking been shocked.

"What? How rude! I'm just worried about your health."

He snorts at that, making me hide a smile behind my mug.

"Is this funny to you?"

"Oh, yes, very fun indeed..."

"Is that so? So this is all just a game to you?" He says, opening his arms wide." You cannot play with other people's lives just for your own amusement!"

"And who said that?"

"You little-"

"Chill out Richard, I'm joking! And how else should I take life as, my friend, when I have an eternity of it ahead of me?"

How should keep my sanity if not thinking this is all just a silly funny game? If not enjoying the little bits that life gives me? Enjoying every day like it was my last, to make it worth it, to not focus on what was beyond that, another empty day, another meaningless night.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Until the end of times.

I put the mug down then, this conversation obscuring my taste buds, as Richard neutralizes his expression.

"And how the hell should I know that?"

I shrug, not really wanting to talk about it, just having brought it up as an answer before. They finish their foods without muttering another word, falling on me the task of talking first again.

"I will take you there." I bring it up suddenly, looking at Dylan's face, seeing him put his spoon down to gap at me.

"What? Where?" Says Richard with a hint of anger. Really he never calmed down did he?

"You are?" Asks Dylan, surprised as he adds, turning to Richard: "To the laboratory." But been stared down by Richard's green cat eyes makes him blush and look away, more intimate images probably playing in his mind by the way his heartbeat accelerated.

But was I now? Taking them there? Why? I could lie to them and say it was just a way to keep myself entertained, another game, another play, but I couldn't lie to myself, hide it for too long...

So the golden question still remained; why was I? Helping them? I shouldn't have; I should keep things the way they were now, play until they break, and move on. And yet... it didn't seem enough. Did I want to... impress them? To make them... happy?