Ryoko found herself fretting as Lancer and the vampire talked.
Damn it, I wasn't anticipating this. I thought this would help them both, but... Finn shook his head. "Nah, might be best if I just go on in there." He gave them a grin, albeit a bit of a shaky one. "Wish me luck in there!" He quickly darted inside and shut the door behind him.
Ryoko blinked before sighing. "Well, he's in there anyway. Now to just hope he doesn't wind up dead or worse..."
She looked between Lancer and the vampire with a concerned look. "You think we should get him out of there?" The magus blinked before turning to the vampire. "Oh, by the way, I didn't catch your name."
***
The sound of Forest's voice returned a small part of Tom's rational consciousness. ...But only a small bit. Only enough for a satisfied smile to cross his lips, a contented sigh escaping his lips from his mate's fingers running through his hair as he began to pull down her flannel pajama pants.
Suddenly, the door swiftly opened and closed, and standing in front of it was a young, dark haired man around his own age.
Tom's eyes narrowed at the intruder. The young man suddenly found himself floating in the air, and with a flick of his wrist, the psychic slammed him against the wall. A dark smirk crossed his lips as the youth struggled under his telekinetic grasp, like a mouse pinned under a cat's paw.
With a considerable amount of effort, the dark haired intruder spoke. "W-wait! Gngh... I'm here to help! F-forest... she needs blood..."
There was enough of Tom's consciousness awakened to realize that the stranger's point had merit. Her skin, succulent as it had been, had been a bit cool to his touch. And she was indeed a vampire.
Not saying a word, Tom floated the young man over to Forest's side and dropped him somewhat roughly on the bed.
Finn sighed in relief, even if he wasn't out of the woods just yet. He pointed towards the other young man's glasses. "You might wanna take those off, you know. An' your coat and shirt, too." He gave his best effort to smile warmly at his antagonist, somehow managing to succeed. "Name's Finn, by the way."
Tom tilted his head for a moment before complying, levitating the glasses over to the bedside table before taking off his beloved longcoat and tossing it aside as if it were nothing, and then working off his shirt. His lean, muscular frame rippled as he tossed the shirt aside. Even Finn couldn't help but whistle.
The now topless psychic simply regarded Finn with a dismissive glance before resuming his work on Forest's pants. He had little time to be concerned with the opinion of his mate's meal.
Finn swallowed, still a bit rattled from Tom's rather inhuman, predatory gaze, so unnatural on such a handsome human face, and turned to Forest. "Hey there, Forest. It's me, Finn." He tilted his head and exposed his neck. "You probably need a bit of a boost." He chuckled a bit, albeit a touch nervously. "Just make sure to leave enough in me to keep me goin'. Apparently the people out there want ya to get yourself a threesome, and well, if that's what ya need right now, that's what you're gonna get. But first you'll need somethin' in ya."