It wasn't his fault, he kept telling himself. The door was open.

All right, that wasn't true in the strictest sense of the word, he'd borrowed Vicki's key. But the door was still open to him, was the point. And the bedroom door was definitely open. He'd seen that in the flash of a bare bum as he'd turned the corner.

How he'd managed to sit right back down in the space of a heartbeat and a whispered few words he didn't know. He knew it was that quick because he'd been standing when Tony murmured get my and sitting quietly on the couch by the time he'd gotten to off. Of course he hadn't figured on the mirror being right there. Stupid vampires. Didn't Henry know he wasn't supposed to be able to see himself in the mirror?

Cellucci was now in a position to know for a fact that that wasn't true. He could see every inch of Henry in the mirror, or at least every inch of his back, shoulders, that coppery hair that curled down his back pretty enough to be mistaken for a woman. Pale hip, pale ass that hadn't seen the sun in, what, five hundred years? Legs with barely even a fine dusting of copper hair.

Tony's hand was darker by contrast on Henry's hip, even as pale as Tony was. Maybe that was what happened when you didn't go out in the daylight. Not tanning well was an understatement where Henry was concerned; Mike had seen the scar. But it was still weird to watch the differences in their skin tone as Tony's hand moved down and up and oh dear god his mouth really was going where no man had gone before. At least he didn't think so and why was he speculating about a vampire's sex life, anyway?

Because he was watching it in the mirror, that's why. Watching the way Henry's head fell back and listening to the sounds he made. He could look at the way Henry's thigh started trembling a little, the way his knee buckled, and he knew what that felt like. Vicki had done that to him on at least a couple of occasions.

He pushed that thought out of his mind. This didn't seem to be the right time to be thinking about Vicki.

Henry said something Mike didn't catch and if they were coming out of the room, Mike was gone. He'd be out of there so fast even Henry with his vampire super-speed powers would stare. But nothing happened. They didn't come out. Tony just looked up at him and grinned and Henry turned and backed up towards the bed. Oh god. Without even the excuse of them coming out to see him he'd have to stay put until they were finished. Maybe act like he just walked in. Maybe pretend he hadn't just seen Henry sit on the bed and pull Tony onto his lap. Uh.

Not quite on his lap. They were kissing. He could see flashes of Henry's face behind Tony's hair as they moved, see Tony's hands burying themselves in Henry's hair and tugging and he wondered if that was something Henry liked, if Vicki. No. Not now. Henry's hands up on Tony's shoulderblades, arms around his back, holding him there. It didn't look comfortable, or at least not like a position he would have liked to sustain for long. Tony had to be balanced on his knees and holding himself up and as long as Mike thought about it like that it was fine.

Until one hand disappeared from Tony's back. He heard something, a sound he didn't recognize, but when Henry's hand came around and under and it glistened that way Mike knew what was going on. Felt a little sick about it. At least that he was watching. And getting...

Oh god. Now he really did feel sick.

And hard. And he wasn't sure what made him more uncomfortable, the fact that he was watching two people he knew have sex, or the fact that he was watching two guys have sex and it was turning him on. Either one would have made him squirm. The shame of it, he decided, was worse. Watching two people he knew, was kind of friends with, more with Tony than with Henry, whom he tolerated. And getting turned on by their intimate relations.

Very intimate.

Mike watched and felt almost as though he had zoom-in vision as Tony eased himself down on Henry's cock with a groan of evident pleasure, the sound of which was mirrored in the soft moan from Henry. Mike had never understood why any guy would want to do that, although he figured it had to feel good or people wouldn't. The idea of it, of putting or letting someone put that and now he was thinking about it and his imagination was a little too good to let himself finish that thought, so he didn't.

They were kissing again. Henry's head had disappeared, must have leaned back on the bed. Tony was rocking slowly, a rhythm that Mike could recognize, little moans and murmured words between them. He could imagine what they were saying. You feel so good or faster, harder or something. Why was he thinking about this again? Tony gasped. Mike's fingers clenched into the sofa.

Sex wasn't nearly as sexy watching it as it was doing it, and Mike still couldn't look away. Not when Henry's hands came up against Tony's back and he could see the little indentations in his skin when the hands shifted, from Henry's nails. Not when Tony started making those cute little cries, oh, oh. Not when he realized this was just sex, not feeding, because Henry's head had to be on the bed and there was no way Henry could feed in that position. They were just having sex. For the fun of it. For pleasure.

The surprise stayed with him through their climaxes, Tony shuddering through it, Henry following some time after. Mike couldn't see enough of them to tell and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. That was a little too much intimacy for him to handle, and right now the only thing he wanted to get a handle on was what was lurking in his pants. He could feel himself blushing bright red, even though no one was looking. It was like being back in high school.

And somehow while he was wondering how to make himself calm down they had shifted, separated and gotten off the bed. Mike booked it off the couch and to the doorway, slowing down only to make sure he didn't run into anything and let them know he was there. He didn't know if it was up to vampire super-speed standards, but damn. By the time Tony came out of the room it looked like he had just come in. He hoped.

"Hey, you guys... oh, hey, Tony." He was trying for amused, teasing older brother kind of smile. Hoped it didn't look like embarrassed sickly smile.

Tony blushed. He probably had been too distracted, hadn't heard anything, and he obviously wasn't looking. "Uh, hey Mike. Let me... um. Yeah." He scurried back into the room. Mike chuckled and hoped it didn't sound forced. He heard the quiet voices, figured Tony was telling Henry that Mike was waiting for them.

"Detective." Henry came out of the room several minutes later, dressed and nonchalant. Except for the little twist of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "What can I do for you?"

Mike could have slugged him for that. He knew. Somehow, the fucking prince of the damned knew. And with Tony there, even if he was just in the bedroom, there wasn't a damn thing he could say about it. Mike fought the urge to squirm in his pants like a child. It just made it worse that Henry knew.

With a delicacy that he hadn't expected, the vampire gave only a tiny nod and turned to head back into the bedroom. "I'll let you two talk," he said over his shoulder. Mike watched him go, wondering why he felt let down, or rejected. Wondering, more than anything, why he cared. Tony gave him a curious look as he passed him on his way back out, now dressed.

"Talk about what?"

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