Bound Through Blood - an OC story
Hmm, I could talk about my trip to Mexico but fuck it, I'm giving all my flist friends a WIP (haha, I hate those too!)
Anyways, here is a story I'm working on with lana. This is a rough draft, you see, as we keep adding things to the story. Most of it is planned out and yes, this is a recycled idea (is something that I tend to do, lol)
This is an original story, as original can be…
Bound Through Blood (see, even the title is original! >_>)
By Ally and Lana
Summary: For decades Bastien, a vampire, has hunted the one that could bring down a ruthless master vampire. Bastien means to bond with him and have him under his command. But the vampire will find out that such power cannot be subdued quite so easily...
Keir
Bastien
Bastien had him trapped; he could hear the erratic heartbeat with his acute hearing and smirked. The beast was nearby and the vampire sensed his strength. It had not been easy tracking the werewolf, had taken years for the vampire to find out where Keir, the leader of one of the most powerful pack of werewolves, was hiding. Bastien cocked the barrel of the special weapon he was holding. With it he planned to subdue the Lycan.
Other vampires had joined Bastien in the hunt and where standing by for a signal to strike. Bastien knew Keir was not alone and that made it more dangerous. His tongue glided over smooth lips and fangs in anticipation of his capture. So far things were going according to his plan. He would make Keir cooperate and have the werewolf under his complete control.
Vampires. He despised the filthy creatures. Would they ever let him be in peace? His keen senses tried to pick up the scent of them. He could count the number of them, and it was daunting. However, if they expected the clan to just hide and cower, they would learn of the pride of the Werewolves. Keir would no longer allow any other vampires to have any such control over him; the memories would still leave a chill in place. They would give these undead a warm welcome of the clan.
The nearby Werewolves were all in ready, ears pointed forward as they listened intently and waited for the leader's signal. Now it was a matter of the first move.
The vampires waited for Bastien's signal, alert for anything that might jump out at them and rip them through shreds. Such was the risk when hunting werewolves, especially ones that had been out in the wild for too long. Bastien moved gracefully like a cat, his back up against the wall as he glided closer to Keir, eyes keen, checking any movement in the utter darkness.
Keir's eyes shone in the darkness; he could not hear any movement, but he could smell them nearby. The darkness posed no limitation to Keir; it was his true home. So it seemed it would be a waiting game then. A soft growl, almost inaudible, was released by one of the three werewolves with him. The Lycan leader moved silently to separate from the group, with the others flanking him. Crouching low to the ground, the small group readied for what they thought would be their final fight.
However, Keir had a plan yet. His growl was loud enough to transfer to the vampires his message. These sewers were their territory, and they would kill as many as possible. For the clan pride.
He launched himself toward the direction of the vampires at full speed.
Bastien smirked, sensing the swift moving figure heading straight towards him. "He's mine," he hissed to the other vampires, pulling away from the wall and aiming his weapon to where he felt Keir would show up. "Come to daddy," he muttered under his breath, licking his lips in anticipation of his capture.
Keir would not make it this easy for the undeads. He could hear the slight movement from the vampire, and knew it was now on him. With a signal to the clan, his powerful body propelled him faster yet, pushing to his limit. He must wait for the final moment, and when it approached, he leapt upwards towards the sewer ceiling. His momentum and claws moved the sleek and powerful body along the ceiling as he finally came upon his vampire. The clan followed close by, unable to mimic the power of Keir, they resorted to charging along the walls.
Keir's eyes narrowed as the vampire came into view, a growl escaping. He would make this one regret his arrogance.
Bastien's light hazel eyes became wide with surprise as his prey was approaching him. He smiled, adrenaline pumping through him, as well as the life essence from a recent feeding. Keir was making this easier on Bastien than he first thought possible. The fool was coming right towards him.
Keir's vision turned red when he saw the vampire's expression. That arrogance that these undead had. He released a feral growl when he was close enough. Pushing against the ceiling, he leapt onto the west wall towards one of the other vampires there. His claws swiped at that one, tearing his face to shreds before his body carried him once again off the wall, and behind the vampire with the cold smile. A heavy claw ripped at the vampire before Keir even landed on the ground. Vampires were fast, but so was Keir. He had dealt with them enough to know what they are capable of. He needed to act fast.
Bastien hissed as claws slashed through his shoulder. "Damn, this is my favorite shirt!" he said through clenched teeth, whipping around and aiming low on the werewolf. He fired a round, hitting the Lycan on a bicep, the beast moving too fast again for Bastien to get a clean shot. But the dart hit flesh nonetheless and the tranquilizer would act quickly, if his calculations on Keir body mass had been correct. "Got you now, doggie," he whispered in triumph.
Keir had known he could not win against so many. Especially this one; he was older than the others with him. His anger pushed him to try to attack again, but his legs were no longer as powerful as before. His frustration released a growl as he slashed once more at the vampire, catching his arm with the gun. Over the years and use of these drugs, it seemed his body had somewhat adapted to it. Though slightly weakened, Keir was not ready to give up.
Doggie? He wanted this vampire's old blood coated on his claws and teeth. He tore away from the vampire to his side, attempting to take a bite out of the bastard.
Bastien flinched in pain, stunned that he had been attacked once again. The werewolf was supposed to have gone down already but he was still standing, albeit moving with sluggishness. "You will pay for that, pet," Bastien snarled, but backed away from Keir, keeping a close eye on those deadly claws and fanged teeth. The Vampire could see that the Lycan was ready for another attack. "Are you trying to get a piece of me, hmmm?" he taunted, crooking his finger and beckoning Keir to attack again. The other vampires had already subdued the other werewolves and were advancing fast on the last one standing.
"I am not your pet, vampire," Keir's thick voice growled. He could see the others moving closer to him now, and with a moment of regret passed on his companions now laying still, he knew he was done for.
His vision had now began to blur, and he was having a hard time thinking of how to best attack the annoying vampire. So his instincts kicked in with a last burst of energy, and he rushed on the vampire. He aimed to bite off the bastard's head, and that is exactly what he tried to do as he pounced on the creature.
For a brief moment Bastien knew true panic, his cockiness disappearing in a flash as the Lycan rushed head fast towards him with the intent to kill. Their eyes locked as Keir was in midair, pounced for attack and it almost seemed to Bastien that time ceased moving just then. The vampire quickly snapped out of his stupor and crouched low in an attempt to deflect the deadly blow.
But it was all for naught as Rey, a tall blond vampire, shot another dart into the Lycan, stopping him in his tracks. Bastien shivered slightly at the close call and stood up, slinking his way over to the fallen figure on the ground.
"That was sloppy, Bastien, even for you," Rey muttered, kicking the Lycan on the ribs, satisfied that he was completely knocked unconscious.
Bastien simply pouted before he regained his composure. "I miscalculated his strength," he muttered, angry at having freaked out for a moment. "He should have gone down with the first shot. I just don't understand..." He knelt down next to the Lycan, taking notice of the peculiar marks on his fur, like white claws gashed along the back. Keir was breathing deeply and evenly, and Bastien thought he looked at peace. The vampire then dared to run his hands on the thick fur, luxuriating on the roughness of it on his skin.
"Let's go, Bastien before the effects of the drug wear off. As you saw we don't know how short that will be," Rey said, urgency tinting the tone of his voice. Bastien nodded and effortlessly picked up Keir's body and hoisted it over his shoulder, while the other vampires did the same with the other three Lycans.
"What about Saphyn?" Bastien asked, motioning to the vampire that Keir had taken down, his face mangled where werewolf's claws struck.
"Leave him, he's already gone," Rey's voice rumbled deeply. He pursed his lips, not daring to look at his lover's lifeless form. If Bastien didn't need the werewolf so badly Rey would have killed him already for what he did.
The vampires left quickly as daylight would be upon them in a few hours and they would be weak then. They arrived at their home, away from the main vampire clan's stronghold. This place was their sanctuary, away from Talbain's iron hand rule. This was where Bastien and the small group of vampires he led felt safe.
Bastien took Keir to an underground room he had especially created for the Lycan. It had taken the vampire decades to track Keir down, following every possible lead and making plans. He had been triumphant this night, but at a price. Bastien wondered if Rey would blame him for what happened to Saphyn. Bastien's weakness was his overconfidence as he'd been told many times, more than once by that bastard Talbain.
No matter, he had what he sought and he set down his capture on the floor next to a wall riddled with chains. Bastien methodologically stripped the unconscious werewolf, eyes widening appreciatively at the sight before him. During their way back to their home Keir, with the help of the drug now pumping in his system, had transformed back into his human form. The vampire licked his lips as his light hazel eyes took in every slick contour of Keir's body. The man before him was simply stunning.
"All mine," Bastien murmured before he then clasped a thin silver alloy collar around Keir's thick neck. There was a soft hiss as the silver singed the man's skin. The alloy would definitely sting but it would not pose any grave danger to Keir.
Next, Bastien cuffed each of Keir's wrists to the chains on the wall before doing the same thing to the man's ankles. The vampire sat back on his hunches and smiled at his captive. It would only be a matter of time before Keir regained consciousness. Bastien knew he was holding a very powerful Lycan and it still amazed the vampire that he had been able to bring Keir down. The toughest part would be to train him to obey every one of Bastien's commands and to have Keir as a willing servant. He frowned, wondering how long that would take. Keir had been a free Lycan for centuries, hiding from the world as Bastien knew it. But the Lycan had made a mistake and Bastien had found his chance to capture him.
Bastien smiled and licked his lips as he ran a hand possessively over Keir's chest. Bastien was getting aroused just feeling the power beneath the tanned flesh and wondered what it would be like to be taken by such a strong creature. His fingers then slid down to wrap around Keir's cock, the organ soft but incredibly thick in the vampire's hand.
Keir could feel hands on him stir him from the haze induced by the drugs, and he tried to pull out from that disorienting dream-like state. The cold hands helped to pull him back, but it was when he felt those unknown hands travel lower to his groin, that he snapped back in shock.
His sandy brown eyes sprang open a second before his body surged forward towards the invasive hands, a loud growl announcing his awakened state. It took him a second to take it all in.
In front of him stood that same arrogant vampire; he had been captured, he realized with frustration. That frustration was only reinforced when he felt the burn on his body where he was restrained. His growl turned into a suppressed yelp when he was forced back against the wall he was bound to, his skin tingling with a faint burning.
His whole body shook slightly with restrained anger, and his eyes narrowed in a deadly glare at his captor; he would have his blood. Never again would another one of these bastards take his freedom. "Release me," he growled.
Bastien smiled but for a moment that spine tingling thrill rose up within him when Keir growled fiercely. It was a good thing the man was restrained, otherwise Bastien would have found pieces of himself all over the room -- literally. He stepped back slightly, Keir's presence quite overwhelming the vampire. Bastien wondered (and quite late in the game) just how much control he could assert over the werewolf if every growl made the vampire's cock twitch.
But Keir would know none of this, for Bastien plastered on the most baleful look as he licked his lips. "Release you? Surely you jest," the vampire said mockingly. He then dared and leaned forward towards Keir. "I have searched for you for decades, handsome. And now that I have you, I will not let you go."
Keir studied his captor with a cold gaze. Memories of his previous Master resurfacing now as the familiar situation sunk into him. The vampire had searched for him? Then, he had been the cause for this hunt.
Recalling his companions, he scanned the empty room he was in, and could not find his clan members. His fear and anger turned his gaze dark as he returned it to the vampire, "Where are my companions?" His voice was low and thick, anger disguising the worst of his fears.
"Oh, you mean those two brutes and the boy that were with you?" Bastien asked, finally turned away from Keir and walked to a table nearby, all sorts of instruments neatly laid out on top. "They are safe, for the moment. And of course, their safety depends on your cooperation, handsome." He picked up a rather wicked looking ornamental dagger, turning it this way and that as he studied the sharp edge. "Rey may keep the boy as a pet. You see, you killed his lover when we captured you and Rey wasn't very happy when that happened." The vampire spoke so casually, as if he were talking about the weather and not the fate of the young werewolf kept in one of the upstairs room.
The vampire's word and intent sent chills through Keir. His clan had probably been captured, and was now being used against him? The threat of them becoming pets, especially the youngest one. He did not want this sort of fate for them; pets for bored vampires. The very thought of it had his body shaking with anger and a sickness fall on his heart. He wanted to tear ever last one of these confounded creatures apart. No, he would not allow this to happen to his pack. As their leader, he must protect them. The thought that he was the cause of their capture, made his burden all the more heavier.
Keir's eyes studied the vampire with an unreadable expression as he considered what to do. He had learned that one could never trust anything a vampire said. Were they even still alive? Maybe they had managed to escape..And they call us werewolves "savages", tch.
"You think I would believe anything a vampire says?" Keir controlled his voice with as much as he could muster, his thoughts on his clan members. He needed to know first if they were still alive, or if the vampire was playing with him.
Bastien didn't blink, tipping his head slightly as he studied the magnificent creature before him. Keir was indeed very dangerous and Bastien was to use him as a weapon against Talbain. But first he must have him completely under his control. The first step was to get some acquiesce from Keir, using members of his pack as a means to do so.
"And can you afford not to believe me?" He asked quietly, all matter of jest aside. "Can you trust that what I say about your companions to be the truth? For you must know that I intent everything in my power to have you comply and they are a means for you to do so."
The Vampire walked gracefully back to the werewolf, daring to stand close enough to lick his face. "However, there is still a price to be paid and it will be up to you to determine how steep that will be," his words of thread were whispered like a caress but that did not lessen their grave meaning.
Keir could not help but turn his face slightly away from the captor before he stopped himself. His pride would not allow it. It had been the instinct of disgust that had been trained into him through many long years of being another's "pet", that had caused his initial reaction.
He was torn, angry and confused. His light brown eyes narrowed, standing out on his tanned face as he considered the vampire's words. His gaze slid back to study the enemy's face and eyes in silence, the threat lingering heavily in the air, and seemed to cause his breaths to come heavily and loudly.
His pack. They were innocent in this, and should not even be here. He had failed to protect them. Beowulf's innocent face swept in his mind's eyes and caused the sharpest of pains yet. The cub was an innocent! To think of him being detained as a pet. The thought, he couldn't stand. Just considering it sent his mind into a rage. He wanted to rip his chains, even if it cost him his limbs and tear through every last vampire to save Beowulf, and his pack. Keir knew though, that this vampire could have his cub killed along with the entire pack before he would get to them. That is, if they still lived..
Keir wanted to believe the vampire was telling the truth in regards to that. It would seem to make sense too. However, he also knew whether he believed him or not, did he really have any way to even bargain with him ? What did this foul creature even want with him ? His rage was forced into containment. His pack, no, his family's lives, were in his hands. Or so he believed anyhow. He couldn't take the chance to not.
"What do you want of me?" His voice shook slightly with restrained emotion, though his eyes were hard and cold. His tense body, his rage were making speaking normally difficult. He couldn't afford to fail now.. He had to protect them even when chained as such.
Bastien didn't relax his stance, staying in Keir face, light hazel eyes taking in every nuance of expression. Soon he would be able to feel what Keir was feeling; nothing would be hidden from him like it was now.
"What do I want from you?" he asked back quietly as he ran a hand along Keir's lips, finger close to a very dangerous mouth. Rey would call him a fool for taking such a chance but Bastien found the danger much to exciting, sending a delirious thrill down his spine. "It's quite simple, really. Or maybe not." At this he finally step back from the Lycan, turning his back while he crossed his arms over his well defined chest. "I want your complete submission, nothing more." He slanted his gaze over his shoulder at Keir. "Do that and your pack will be safe."
When the vampire touched his lips, Keir had to restrain himself and not bite him. Instead, his eyes never moved, nor revealed anything. He listened to those words that sent a wave of sickness through him. His submission?
Was he just a popular target for these sick creatures to play with ? He breathed in deeply and evenly, studying the strong back of his captor. Keir couldn't do and say what he wanted to. No, his pack must be saved. Would the vampire truly keep to his words? How would he be able to tell ?
"How can I know you will keep your promise?" Keir finally asked after a long silence. He stood a little straighter, a resolution coming over him as he began to gain control of his disgust and instinct to flee. "I want to see they are safe first." Keir hoped at least to keep his fears at bay. Had they hurt his clan ?
"You don't trust me, do you?" Bastien asked rhetorically since he already knew Keir didn't trust him in the least. "Very well, I will show you proof." The vampire walked gracefully over to the table and picked up a remote. He pointed it at the flat screen monitor on the wall across from Keir. The screen came to life with a soft hum. It showed the young Lycan that was caught along with Keir, this time he was in his human form. A collar was on his neck, soft leather interlaced with a silver alloy. The boy was deep asleep in a large bed, unbound, his hair hiding part of his beautiful and innocent face.
"As you can see, your little one is still pretty much alive. He was quite easy to capture," Bastien murmured, sliding his gaze back to Keir.
Keir's eyes frantically searched the young Lycan for signs of injury or anything of the sort, but the cub seemed only to be sleeping soundly. Keir let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he'd held, and slumped back against the wall a little. The worst of his fears were resolved, and his eyes closed for a brief second in relief. It was not that he was not concerned for his other clan members, but Beowulf held a different standing to him. Keir was responsible for him; he was still a child and very different than the rest of them; he was still an innocent. Keir had saved the young boy's life and since then had taken him under his care and protection. The cub was just that, both in human and werewolf years. He had still many things to learn, and Keir knew the other members had also grown protective of their youngest member.
Keir almost laughed at seeing the young Lycan sleep so soundly. Keir had warned him many times to become a light sleeper to survive, and yet.. So like him.
Keir could now no longer ignore the eyes on him, and he tried to disguise his relief as he turned to the captor. "What of the others?" He asked with eyes unaccusing, "Am I able to speak with them?"
"You will, in due time, when you have complied." Bastien turned off the screen and set the remote down before returning to stand in front of the table. He took the long wicked dagger again and was about to pick up a chalice when he thought better of it. Faolan told him to spill his blood on the chalice but for more potency the servant had to drink straight from the vampire's wound. And Bastien knew he needed all the strength out of the act as he could.
With that in mind he sauntered over to Keir, dagger in hand and looked steadily at the Lycan, a light smirk playing on his full lips. "I think we've postponed the reason you are here far too long, handsome." Bastien stretched one pale arm out and while holding Keir's gaze intently, slid the edge of the blade along his wrist, blood instantly pouring forth. He bit his bottom lip and tried not to be distracted by the sight of his own precious life essence as he brought his open wrist up to Keir's lips.
"Drink," he said in a whisper, the command clearly evident despite the breathless quality in which it was uttered.
That word never contained as much weight and conflict as now. Keir's eyes couldn't help but stray to the dark liquid from the pale arm, a shudder ran through him and ended with him clenching his fists. Not this, he had sworn he would never be another's slave. The clan would be killed if he didn't, he had to break the promise. He couldn't afford or imagine harm coming to Beowulf because of him, even if the vampire wouldn't keep his word there was a chance that he would. So far, the vampire had actually seemed surprisingly accommodating and it had actually surprised Keir. The foul creature would still die at his hands when he got the chance, but now. Keir had no choice, and time was running out. He steeled his body and mind, and lowered his mouth to meet the wound.
"Remember you swore no harm would come to them," Keir reminded him, keeping his gaze fixed on the vampires as he wrapped his lips around the wound and began to drink from the creature. His pride refused to lower his angry eyes from those hazel eyes as he began to feel the liquid going down his throat. Again…Not this again. Keir frowned deeply, the effects began, and with a last show of defiance, bit down into the wound with a low growl as he drank from it.
Bastien let out a low moan of pain, breaking away from the stare, his head falling on Keir's shoulder. He threaded the fingers from his free hand into the Lycan's hair and gripped tightly while his body swayed against Keir's solid form.
"Enough," he hissed, closing his eyes tight as strange images and sensations began to assault him.
Even before the vampire had said anything, Keir's body began to revolt against the intrusion. He growled and yanked his mouth away from the source of the pain, feeling the blood coursing through him. Last time had not felt this bad, perhaps it was because he had drank directly from the vampire, he didn't know or care. Keir's eyes shut in the powerful shudder going through him, and he tugged against the bonds, though he could not feel the cuts and sting from them as his mind reeled in the invasion of the vampire's essence.
Visions, incomplete and brief flooded him at such a rapid and powerful pace that Keir though he'd lost his own awareness in the chaos. His eyes flung open in shock and fear when he saw his former master in the pool of visions. Pain, and so much of it came so strongly it distorted the vision. His new Master was there with his former Master, and suffering at the hands of the monster vampire. Keir knew the ruthlessness and cruelty all too well. Yet now, his heart felt for the other vampire as he experienced the same at the hands of the tyrant. So many emotions flooded him as memories of the new master swamped him along with his blood.
The bond was always the most disturbing, and disorienting at first, but the worst thing was Keir could not help but feel all that the vampire felt. He had to take upon him all that the vampire had experienced. The most powerful causing the weaker moments to disappear, and those would always belong to pain and hurt. Keir wasn't aware he was growling loudly as he flinched at a particularly cruel recollection from the other vampire. The moment seemed infinite and timeless, and Keir was no longer there in his own mind.
Yet as suddenly as it came, it disappeared. Removing all traces of any recollections, and all memories of what Keir had witnessed. Leaving but a haze of uncertainty, and a feeling that one was forgetting something vital. Keir began to regain his own awareness, and that was when he realized he was heaving and in pain from tugging sharply at his bonds. Panting, he lowered his head and rested back against the wall, collecting himself. The bonding was never easy, and it was not unusual for some Lycans to pass out from the flood on their mind. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
Bastien was breathing as heavy as Keir, their rhythms matching for a while before the Vampire's slowed down first. He opened his eyes, which had turned blood red during the bonding and looked through his dark fringes at Keir, his servant. He licked his lips and kissed Keir suddenly before parting, panting heavily because of it. He stepped away, almost missing a step as he did so, beginning to lick his wound and bite mark clean. It was a good thing he had been bitten while Keir was still human; a werewolf's bite would have been fatal for Bastien.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a hoarse voice, frowning as to why he would want to care about his pet's state of well being.
Keir wanted to bite the vampire when he felt him kiss him, however, the bond let itself be known and he instead glared in frustration. Even that did not have much force behind it. The bond meant he would not be able to harm his master, nor would he be able to disobey him. Part of that included answering him.
Keir was tired, and just wanted to rest. He found the red eyes of his new Master strangely alluring. Perhaps it was the bond already, but something felt different about him now. Keir felt his guard relax, and his mind relax. It had to be the bond..
"Do you sense how I feel yet?" Keir asked back, nor sure how long it took to affect the Master of the bond.
Bastien scrunched his nose and turned away from Keir. Then he half closed his eyes and 'listened' for Keir within him. He stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth. There was a soft pulse running along besides his in his mind and Bastien followed it, finding it linked to Keir. The Vampire felt the confusion and other emotions warring within in his new pet and he smiled at the connection. It was a strange sensation, almost like having someone inside of him. He shivered at that thought, however, for it brought forth an image of Keir being physically inside of Bastien.
"I can sense you, yes," he answered in a breathy whisper, opening his eyes, the colors returning to the soft hazel of before.
Watching the vampire test out this bond, it was obvious he had not had another pet; Keir could use this to his advantage. Those thoughts were for later. He could feel the probing mind of his new Master; he had hoped never to experience this again, but now he couldn't afford the luxury of his own pride anymore. Keir's voice was quiet, tired as he spoke, "What of my clan? I did as you wished." He shifted his head to rest against the wall, his eyes half mast as he studied this new Master.
Bastien smirked before biting his bottom lip. "I know you did as I wished, handsome, and I'm glad. It means they keep their hides intact." He walked back to the table and placed the dagger back down gently. "Like I said, they will be safe and under my protection. You are their leader, after all and where you are, they will follow, no?"
Keir's anger allowed a burst of energy he didn't know he had. He tried to leap at the bastard vampire, growling viciously. He should have known better. The bond would not allow it. His energy quickly vaporized and he felt himself calm and fall back against his bonds.
"Curse you, bastard," he hissed out through clenched teeth, his head lowered and resting on his bound arm. He had to close his eyes, fighting the bond now was too taxing on him. Keir felt so incredibly tired now. He just wanted to rest. He was so tired in mind and body, and his spirit felt weak and broken. "What do you need to keep them for? They served your purpose."
Bastien spun around and faced Keir, rather surprised at the Lycan's reaction, for the Vampire had felt that burst of fury that had spilled forth. It had made him heady and he was glad the table was there to support him. "They have more than one purpose, handsome, but I shall not reveal that to you, at least not yet." He pushed away from the table and walked with swaying hips back to Keir. He nibbled his bottom lip as he stood in front of the Lycan and very slowly dipped to the floor and worked on loosening the cuffs around Keir's ankles before he came up again and took off the wrist binds. He looked searchingly into Keir's eyes, showing that he was the one in control, though inwardly not certain if that were the case.
Keir stood motionless as the vampire released him, though he knew that once again he was a prisoner of a vampire's fancy or boredom. He didn't avert his gaze and instead took the chance to take in his new Master. The bond was growing still, and he could sense it coating his mind. He supposed, that at least, he could take comfort in knowing his clan members were okay, and where he could keep an eye on them. Now, it seemed like a good time to finally ask what has been plaguing him from the start. " Is that the same reason you sought me out?" Keir studied those hazel eyes, and found something nagging at him in the back of his mind, though he dismissed it.
Bastien nodded slowly as he placed his hands on either side of Keir's head on the wall, practically pinning the man on the spot. There was a slight height difference so the Vampire had to gaze up at the Lycan. He shivered slightly as the bond pulsated through him once in while, letting him know it was there, that Keir was his.
"Yes, is one of the reasons," he answered at last in a low voice, being this close to Keir. "But I can't tell you why I need you all, not yet, handsome." His hazel gaze roamed Keir's face before settling on the man's full lips. "For now just know that it is most important that I ultimately have you..." And that this pause Bastien's mouth upturned in a sensual smile, "... beneath me."
Keir wondered if the vampire Master knew that the bond worked both ways, and that now Keir could sense the desire emitting from the other. It was a little startling for Keir to sense that. His experiences with vampires had always led him to believe they viewed werewolves as beasts only, inferior to themselves, and would never dare soil themselves by touching them in any other way but to discipline them. However, so far, this new Master did not act or seem anything like his previous one. It made him unsure of how to respond. Perhaps, he could use this to his advantage as well ? He wished the vampire would let him rest. His mind was not working at its full potential. What he did know though, no matter that the new Master was beautiful to behold, Keir was still just his slave.
"I am your pet now," Keir answered in a cold voice, "you only have to command me, and I can not disobey you, no matter the command." Keir's eyes did not avert from the vampire, and refused to be played with or seduced by him. If the vampire truly wished to romp with him, then he would be mistaken to think Keir had any desire for the foul creature.
The Vampire's hazel eyes darkened with the intense lust that coursed through him. He had been aroused since the hunt and now the sensation was tenfold as he held Keir in place with his body. "Hmm, obey my every command. Now, that's a very tempting turn of phrase, don't you think?" his voice was a light whisper. He chuckled lightly and before Keir could react, Bastien licked the side of the bearded man's face. "You taste dirty, like sin," he whispered in Keir's ear. "I like it."
Keir could only stay as he was, there was no point in shoving the vampire off, nor would he have the energy to fight the bond. Instead, he projected as much of the disgust and contempt he could, hoping the vampire would feel this, even if his words said otherwise. "If it pleases you, then I am glad, Master," Keir whispered the last word, the sound sickening to him. The perversion of the bond caused a delight and pleasure at the sound of it, and he hated that.
The last thing he wanted to do was sleep with his vampire Master. Though, if he was ordered to, he could not resist it. Keir supposed he was lucky enough that his Master was good looking at least. He also realized the bond would make any pleasure in the physical act stronger, and he feared he would start to enjoy it or lose himself in it. This is worse than being tortured. At least I understood what my former Master had wanted from me. With this one though, I am confused..
Bastien grinned, all the while one slender hand slid down Keir's taut torso slowly. The Vampire's breath hitched as he encountered the slick power under his fingertips, such strength that had endured centuries. Bastien wondered just how powerful Keir could have been had he not been any Vampire's slave. The thought made a small shiver pass through him. It was a pity, for he had caught glimpses of the intelligence veiled behind those light brown eyes. But Bastien mused it was better for him, for now he commanded such strength.
His hand dipped lower until it reached the Lycan's thick cock, wrapping his cool fingers around it and stroking it to stiffness.
"It does please me," he said breathlessly, licking dangerously close to Keir's pulse point on his throat.
Keir's whole body stiffened when the vampire reached his cock. Was this what the vampire had brought him in for? He had been radiating lust for Keir from the start of the bond. Did the vampire just wish to romp with a beast? The thought made Keir angry, and his wolf pride would not allow him to keep silent.
"I have never known of a vampire who would disgrace themselves by lying with a Lycan." Keir looked down the back of the vampire as he licked him dangerously close to where these creatures enjoyed partaking from their prey. It made Keir apprehensive, but the hand on him was also distracting him greatly. Coupled with the bond, and the desire to please his master, the skillful hand was producing unwanted reactions from his tired body. Keir could feel his cock begin to fill and harden within those cold hands. The desire he felt from his Master was washing over him and furthering the effect. Keir was having a difficult time keeping his senses about him.
The Vampire paused just slightly, smiling at Keir's protestations, finding that still willful defiance to be quite enthralling. Bastien knew, however, that Keir was now his, the bond held steadfast and his own will on the Lycan. But there had been a few seconds when that will faltered, subtly, and a shift of power ensued. But it was fleeting at best, enough so that Bastien dismissed it as the bond trying to settle.
"Then I'll be the first one you know," Bastien murmured against Keir's throat, enjoying the way the Lycan's body eagerly responded to his touch. He decided to stop toying with Keir and tossed him unceremoniously on the floor on his back. Bastien then straddled the man, moaning as their groins made contact.
Keir did not know what to make of all this. He wanted to kill his captor, yet, now he couldn't tell his own thoughts and feelings apart from the bond. His body was betraying him, and with the master's moan, came a deep pleasure. Keir knew the bond was responsible for having his body respond so readily, yet, even though he knew this he couldn't deny himself. His body shuddered, and suddenly all he wanted was to hear his master in pleasure once more. Keir's hands moved to hold the vampire's legs in place, and press him down further against his own arousal. A low growl escaped from his own throat as he pressed up against his Master, his nails digging into the vampire as he held him.
Every rub against him shot a deep shudder of pleasure through the Lycan, and he truly did feel like a romping beast underneath this vampire. As much as Keir despised himself right now, he desired to bring more pleasure to his new Master.
Bastien's eyes were half closed as he looked down at Keir on the floor. He was aroused beyond belief and had he been in a more coherent frame of mind he would have questioned why that was the case. But all he cared about was the heat he was straddling and how to get that inside of him. A low groan escaped his throat as he leaned down to lick the Lycan's lips, pumping his hips slowly to grind their cocks together. Keir's hands on him felt good, the warmth a stark contrast to his cool body. He would need to feed soon, however, for Keir had taken a considerable amount of his blood for the bond.
Keir over time had grown quite sensitive to picking up on the Master's feelings and moods through the bond, and now he could clearly sense the other's need and desire. The bond on its own, served to increased his pleasure every time he inflicted some on his Master. Couple all this with a weakened state of mind, and a role reversal, Keir could no longer resist and wished to take the vampire grinding against him. He might be his new Master, but for now, he would squirm and writhe underneath Keir like the lovely young Lycan he had last taken before being captured.
Keir's larger arms wrapped around the body on him, and pressing them tightly, rolled on top of him. With nothing to cover his own state of arousal, Keir's evident engorged cock was more than ready to feel the cool body wrap around it. He pinned both of the vampire's arms above his head, his hair falling down to touch that of the vampire's face as he looked down on him, "Did you wish for me to take you, Master?" The question was pointless, but Keir enjoyed the pleasure the bond gave him for saying it.
Hazel eyes darkened with arousal and Bastien all but writhed beneath Keir's larger body. He wrapped slender but muscular legs around Keir's naked waist, his mouth forming into a small 'o' as the Lycan's thick girth rubbed against his own. He gave Keir a smoldering look before he whispered heatedly, "Yes, do it. Take me."
The direct order seemed to cause Keir to move on his own, and he lowered his head to lick at the vampire's throat, wanting to bring him pleasure. As Keir was pulling back, a faint scent stopped him. He tried to follow the scent; it seemed very important and familiar. What was this?
Keir leaned back and away from the vampire as he tried to figure out what he was sensing. Why was this important? He closed his eyes and focused, and he was startled to realize he was smelling one of his clan members. They must be close by! The realization was like a slap, and he jumped back and away from the vampire. What the hell am I doing? This foul creature kidnapped and threatened my clan, and I was ready to lay with him?
Disgust filled him as he began to regain his awareness and senses. He couldn't believe how weak the bond had made him, and how weak he had become in general. Just as he began to grow angry, a sharp pain shot through his body. He let out a loud growl and slumped back against the wall, glaring in hatred at the source of it. Curse this creature, and this damned blood bond. Keir welcomed the pain, it stirred the haze from his mind. It reminded him why he had always despised these creatures. "I will not touch a bastard like you," Keir hissed out, the pain making his vision blur. He wondered if he would pass out from it, but he tried to hold steady.
Bastien whimpered at the sudden loss of bodily contact, still writhing on the floor for a few minutes, sinewy body undulating. He opened his hazel eyes slowly, unfocused as the arousal still swirled through him. Slowly but surely he came to his senses and noticed Keir sitting back away from him.
But the Lycan's words pushed whatever lust still wandered through his veins and he sat up, fury flaring within him. How dare his pet defy him like this? And why did Bastien sense a strange pang in his chest? He pushed that thought aside in order to deal with a defiant Keir.
Carefully he stood up from the floor, rather gracefully despite the steel hard cock nestled between his legs at the moment, begging for attention. He walked towards the Lycan, his anger clearly evident in his eyes as they began to transform to a deep shade of red and his fangs extended menacingly. The Vampire was truly pissed at the moment.
"Well, handsome, this 'bastard' is your Master and you do well to heed my words." Each word was said deliberately and slowly, punctuated by every step Bastien took toward his pet.
Keir felt the anger from the vampire before he saw it. The blood red eyes sent warning alarms in him, and he knew all too well what angry vampires did and were capable of. "You have done all in your power to ensure that, haven't you?" Keir strength was robbed from him, and the pain he felt caused his legs to shake when he stood. He hated that was panting slightly, and needed to lean on the wall, but he refused to bow down to this new Master yet. Not while he could still stand.
"Despicable vampires," Keir ground out, his hair falling into his eyes as he lowered his head, still managing to glare at the frightening vampire, "just leave us in peace."
Bastien raised his chin a little, glaring at Keir where he stood. "Are you seeing fit to tell me what to do, 'pet'?" he asked in a low threatening voice. At the moment Bastien clearly had the advantage and he used that to full capacity. Faster than Keir could blink Bastien grabbed Keir by the throat and pushed him roughly against the wall. He pinned the Lycan there with his body, cool against warm. His bared his fangs, bringing them threateningly close to Keir's throat.
"I could end this now, you know," he practically growled, his fangs barely scraping Keir's sweat slicked skin. If Bastien wasn't so angry with Keir he would have continued their little encounter, impaling himself in the Lycan's cock.
Keir was having a very difficult time keeping conscious at this point, but he knew his life and those of his clan members were in the hands of this strange vampire. He wondered though, perhaps, there would be no better escape for them, but death itself. Kei considered his options, and concluded within himself.
The grip on his throat made it difficult to speak, but Keir managed. Lifting his head to hold back against the wall, he looked down, as much as he could, at the vampire with serious eyes, "Did you know, Master, that a wolf would rather poison its cubs itself, than allow them to be captured by another?" Keir voice was gruff, but he continued, "Do it then. I would rather you end it, than be a slave once again." The clan would be better dead, than all turned to slaves under these vampires, for their folly.
Bastien snarled and stood back. Then he growled and backhanded Keir before turning away and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You think I would make it that easy for you?" he asked, his words somewhat distorted by his fangs. He glared at the Lycan and ignored the sudden pain that burst in his chest. "I will not. First you will hurt." This time Bastien came back to Keir, their noses touching. "I will make your little pup suffer, though, and make you watch. You want to see him die? Fine, I'll give you that, then."
Keir furrowed his eyebrows, watching those blood red eyes. "Should I pretend I am surprised your word means nothing?" Keir knew his promise to not hurt them meant nothing. Vampires could not be trusted. Keir had already guessed though, that this vampire had never bonded before, perhaps then..
Keir's full lips slowly upturned into a half smile, his words spoken slowly, "You felt the pain I felt just now, did you not, Master? " He studied the vampire's face with it being so close, "I must assume no one has explained to you the full meaning of a blood bonding."
Bastien stared at Keir for a moment, in confusion. He pulled himself back and canted his head, looking at Keir. It was true, Faulan didn't give him all the information about performing the blood bond and he only knew enough about the ones Vampires used with their own kind. He was intimately acquainted with one of those. "I know enough," he said petulantly, his anger evaporating, which often did, for Bastien's emotions ran heated for a vampire.
Keir lifted himself a little straighter, grateful for the support of the wall. Allowing himself a second to rest, he returned the look the moody vampire gave him. "I was kept by a vampire for two centuries, but I assume you must already know this," Keir eyes lowered, to study his Master, "did you never wonder why he didn't just kill me when he tired of me?" Keir hoped that this vampire truly did not know as much as Keir believed. He seemed very much different than a lot of vampires Keir had encountered; he seemed a child to him almost with his mood swings and naivety.
"Let me put this bluntly for you, Master," Keir spoke softly, tired now that his adrenaline was fading, "did you truly believe I entered the bond so lightly? I will never trust a vampire," he continued with a hard tone, "and if you go back on your word and harm my clan members, I will end your life," pausing to make his point clear, "even if it costs me my own. It would be mean nothing to me."
The crimson bled out of Bastien's eyes, returning them to hazel again. He staggered backwards away from Keir, unsure now of what he'd just done. Was Keir telling the truth? Frankly, Bastien didn't know. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously and frowned. It was silly for him to think of dying, for he had lived a long time. But he had vengeance on his mind and Keir was a means to carry it out. So if he had to die, so be it, but he had to do this one task first.
The Vampire felt tired all of a sudden and he walked back until the back of his thighs touched the table. "You are mine," he said in a whisper, trying to gather his strength once again to put his pet in line. "You do well to remember that. Obey me and they will not come to harm, that was my word."
This was very interesting and telling to Keir; it seemed the vampire truly did not know much about the bonding at all. Keir could only feel relieved that his bluff had worked, and he was smart enough to know to stop when he was ahead. "Yes, Master," Keir answered just as softly, though his tone remained strong, "that I promised you when I partook of your blood."
Keir slid down along the wall, resting one extended arm along a bent knee, a deep sigh escaping his beaten body, "I believe we both require some needed rest, Master." He leaned his head back, resting. His longer hair pushing out to frame his face as his eyes drifted closed. Exhaustion took him completely and as soon as he closed his eyes, he passed out.
Bastien whimpered like a wounded animal, his strength giving way as soon as Keir fell unconscious. The table held him steady for now until his senses regained and he stood shakily, taking one final look at Keir before walking out the enclosed room, his steps faltering once or twice. He took a steadying breath, well, as much as he could, and rested back on the closed door.
What the hell just happened? The vampire thought in confusion. When did he lose control in there? And why oh why did he get so turned on with just a small growl from the Lycan when he always controlled his libido before? It seemed as if Keir had unlocked something inside Bastien when the bond took hold. The Vampire never recalled a blond bond being like this, had never seen it behave this way. He would definitely have to see Faulan and ask him if perhaps something was done wrong.
In the meantime Bastien had to feed, and take care of a pesky problem between his legs. He smirked; he knew just the place to get both at the same time. With that in mind he swiftly made his way out of the house and into the remaining night. He would deal with his pet later and soon have him truly obey his every command.
Anyways, here is a story I'm working on with lana. This is a rough draft, you see, as we keep adding things to the story. Most of it is planned out and yes, this is a recycled idea (is something that I tend to do, lol)
This is an original story, as original can be…
Bound Through Blood (see, even the title is original! >_>)
By Ally and Lana
Summary: For decades Bastien, a vampire, has hunted the one that could bring down a ruthless master vampire. Bastien means to bond with him and have him under his command. But the vampire will find out that such power cannot be subdued quite so easily...
Keir
Bastien
Bastien had him trapped; he could hear the erratic heartbeat with his acute hearing and smirked. The beast was nearby and the vampire sensed his strength. It had not been easy tracking the werewolf, had taken years for the vampire to find out where Keir, the leader of one of the most powerful pack of werewolves, was hiding. Bastien cocked the barrel of the special weapon he was holding. With it he planned to subdue the Lycan.
Other vampires had joined Bastien in the hunt and where standing by for a signal to strike. Bastien knew Keir was not alone and that made it more dangerous. His tongue glided over smooth lips and fangs in anticipation of his capture. So far things were going according to his plan. He would make Keir cooperate and have the werewolf under his complete control.
Vampires. He despised the filthy creatures. Would they ever let him be in peace? His keen senses tried to pick up the scent of them. He could count the number of them, and it was daunting. However, if they expected the clan to just hide and cower, they would learn of the pride of the Werewolves. Keir would no longer allow any other vampires to have any such control over him; the memories would still leave a chill in place. They would give these undead a warm welcome of the clan.
The nearby Werewolves were all in ready, ears pointed forward as they listened intently and waited for the leader's signal. Now it was a matter of the first move.
The vampires waited for Bastien's signal, alert for anything that might jump out at them and rip them through shreds. Such was the risk when hunting werewolves, especially ones that had been out in the wild for too long. Bastien moved gracefully like a cat, his back up against the wall as he glided closer to Keir, eyes keen, checking any movement in the utter darkness.
Keir's eyes shone in the darkness; he could not hear any movement, but he could smell them nearby. The darkness posed no limitation to Keir; it was his true home. So it seemed it would be a waiting game then. A soft growl, almost inaudible, was released by one of the three werewolves with him. The Lycan leader moved silently to separate from the group, with the others flanking him. Crouching low to the ground, the small group readied for what they thought would be their final fight.
However, Keir had a plan yet. His growl was loud enough to transfer to the vampires his message. These sewers were their territory, and they would kill as many as possible. For the clan pride.
He launched himself toward the direction of the vampires at full speed.
Bastien smirked, sensing the swift moving figure heading straight towards him. "He's mine," he hissed to the other vampires, pulling away from the wall and aiming his weapon to where he felt Keir would show up. "Come to daddy," he muttered under his breath, licking his lips in anticipation of his capture.
Keir would not make it this easy for the undeads. He could hear the slight movement from the vampire, and knew it was now on him. With a signal to the clan, his powerful body propelled him faster yet, pushing to his limit. He must wait for the final moment, and when it approached, he leapt upwards towards the sewer ceiling. His momentum and claws moved the sleek and powerful body along the ceiling as he finally came upon his vampire. The clan followed close by, unable to mimic the power of Keir, they resorted to charging along the walls.
Keir's eyes narrowed as the vampire came into view, a growl escaping. He would make this one regret his arrogance.
Bastien's light hazel eyes became wide with surprise as his prey was approaching him. He smiled, adrenaline pumping through him, as well as the life essence from a recent feeding. Keir was making this easier on Bastien than he first thought possible. The fool was coming right towards him.
Keir's vision turned red when he saw the vampire's expression. That arrogance that these undead had. He released a feral growl when he was close enough. Pushing against the ceiling, he leapt onto the west wall towards one of the other vampires there. His claws swiped at that one, tearing his face to shreds before his body carried him once again off the wall, and behind the vampire with the cold smile. A heavy claw ripped at the vampire before Keir even landed on the ground. Vampires were fast, but so was Keir. He had dealt with them enough to know what they are capable of. He needed to act fast.
Bastien hissed as claws slashed through his shoulder. "Damn, this is my favorite shirt!" he said through clenched teeth, whipping around and aiming low on the werewolf. He fired a round, hitting the Lycan on a bicep, the beast moving too fast again for Bastien to get a clean shot. But the dart hit flesh nonetheless and the tranquilizer would act quickly, if his calculations on Keir body mass had been correct. "Got you now, doggie," he whispered in triumph.
Keir had known he could not win against so many. Especially this one; he was older than the others with him. His anger pushed him to try to attack again, but his legs were no longer as powerful as before. His frustration released a growl as he slashed once more at the vampire, catching his arm with the gun. Over the years and use of these drugs, it seemed his body had somewhat adapted to it. Though slightly weakened, Keir was not ready to give up.
Doggie? He wanted this vampire's old blood coated on his claws and teeth. He tore away from the vampire to his side, attempting to take a bite out of the bastard.
Bastien flinched in pain, stunned that he had been attacked once again. The werewolf was supposed to have gone down already but he was still standing, albeit moving with sluggishness. "You will pay for that, pet," Bastien snarled, but backed away from Keir, keeping a close eye on those deadly claws and fanged teeth. The Vampire could see that the Lycan was ready for another attack. "Are you trying to get a piece of me, hmmm?" he taunted, crooking his finger and beckoning Keir to attack again. The other vampires had already subdued the other werewolves and were advancing fast on the last one standing.
"I am not your pet, vampire," Keir's thick voice growled. He could see the others moving closer to him now, and with a moment of regret passed on his companions now laying still, he knew he was done for.
His vision had now began to blur, and he was having a hard time thinking of how to best attack the annoying vampire. So his instincts kicked in with a last burst of energy, and he rushed on the vampire. He aimed to bite off the bastard's head, and that is exactly what he tried to do as he pounced on the creature.
For a brief moment Bastien knew true panic, his cockiness disappearing in a flash as the Lycan rushed head fast towards him with the intent to kill. Their eyes locked as Keir was in midair, pounced for attack and it almost seemed to Bastien that time ceased moving just then. The vampire quickly snapped out of his stupor and crouched low in an attempt to deflect the deadly blow.
But it was all for naught as Rey, a tall blond vampire, shot another dart into the Lycan, stopping him in his tracks. Bastien shivered slightly at the close call and stood up, slinking his way over to the fallen figure on the ground.
"That was sloppy, Bastien, even for you," Rey muttered, kicking the Lycan on the ribs, satisfied that he was completely knocked unconscious.
Bastien simply pouted before he regained his composure. "I miscalculated his strength," he muttered, angry at having freaked out for a moment. "He should have gone down with the first shot. I just don't understand..." He knelt down next to the Lycan, taking notice of the peculiar marks on his fur, like white claws gashed along the back. Keir was breathing deeply and evenly, and Bastien thought he looked at peace. The vampire then dared to run his hands on the thick fur, luxuriating on the roughness of it on his skin.
"Let's go, Bastien before the effects of the drug wear off. As you saw we don't know how short that will be," Rey said, urgency tinting the tone of his voice. Bastien nodded and effortlessly picked up Keir's body and hoisted it over his shoulder, while the other vampires did the same with the other three Lycans.
"What about Saphyn?" Bastien asked, motioning to the vampire that Keir had taken down, his face mangled where werewolf's claws struck.
"Leave him, he's already gone," Rey's voice rumbled deeply. He pursed his lips, not daring to look at his lover's lifeless form. If Bastien didn't need the werewolf so badly Rey would have killed him already for what he did.
The vampires left quickly as daylight would be upon them in a few hours and they would be weak then. They arrived at their home, away from the main vampire clan's stronghold. This place was their sanctuary, away from Talbain's iron hand rule. This was where Bastien and the small group of vampires he led felt safe.
Bastien took Keir to an underground room he had especially created for the Lycan. It had taken the vampire decades to track Keir down, following every possible lead and making plans. He had been triumphant this night, but at a price. Bastien wondered if Rey would blame him for what happened to Saphyn. Bastien's weakness was his overconfidence as he'd been told many times, more than once by that bastard Talbain.
No matter, he had what he sought and he set down his capture on the floor next to a wall riddled with chains. Bastien methodologically stripped the unconscious werewolf, eyes widening appreciatively at the sight before him. During their way back to their home Keir, with the help of the drug now pumping in his system, had transformed back into his human form. The vampire licked his lips as his light hazel eyes took in every slick contour of Keir's body. The man before him was simply stunning.
"All mine," Bastien murmured before he then clasped a thin silver alloy collar around Keir's thick neck. There was a soft hiss as the silver singed the man's skin. The alloy would definitely sting but it would not pose any grave danger to Keir.
Next, Bastien cuffed each of Keir's wrists to the chains on the wall before doing the same thing to the man's ankles. The vampire sat back on his hunches and smiled at his captive. It would only be a matter of time before Keir regained consciousness. Bastien knew he was holding a very powerful Lycan and it still amazed the vampire that he had been able to bring Keir down. The toughest part would be to train him to obey every one of Bastien's commands and to have Keir as a willing servant. He frowned, wondering how long that would take. Keir had been a free Lycan for centuries, hiding from the world as Bastien knew it. But the Lycan had made a mistake and Bastien had found his chance to capture him.
Bastien smiled and licked his lips as he ran a hand possessively over Keir's chest. Bastien was getting aroused just feeling the power beneath the tanned flesh and wondered what it would be like to be taken by such a strong creature. His fingers then slid down to wrap around Keir's cock, the organ soft but incredibly thick in the vampire's hand.
Keir could feel hands on him stir him from the haze induced by the drugs, and he tried to pull out from that disorienting dream-like state. The cold hands helped to pull him back, but it was when he felt those unknown hands travel lower to his groin, that he snapped back in shock.
His sandy brown eyes sprang open a second before his body surged forward towards the invasive hands, a loud growl announcing his awakened state. It took him a second to take it all in.
In front of him stood that same arrogant vampire; he had been captured, he realized with frustration. That frustration was only reinforced when he felt the burn on his body where he was restrained. His growl turned into a suppressed yelp when he was forced back against the wall he was bound to, his skin tingling with a faint burning.
His whole body shook slightly with restrained anger, and his eyes narrowed in a deadly glare at his captor; he would have his blood. Never again would another one of these bastards take his freedom. "Release me," he growled.
Bastien smiled but for a moment that spine tingling thrill rose up within him when Keir growled fiercely. It was a good thing the man was restrained, otherwise Bastien would have found pieces of himself all over the room -- literally. He stepped back slightly, Keir's presence quite overwhelming the vampire. Bastien wondered (and quite late in the game) just how much control he could assert over the werewolf if every growl made the vampire's cock twitch.
But Keir would know none of this, for Bastien plastered on the most baleful look as he licked his lips. "Release you? Surely you jest," the vampire said mockingly. He then dared and leaned forward towards Keir. "I have searched for you for decades, handsome. And now that I have you, I will not let you go."
Keir studied his captor with a cold gaze. Memories of his previous Master resurfacing now as the familiar situation sunk into him. The vampire had searched for him? Then, he had been the cause for this hunt.
Recalling his companions, he scanned the empty room he was in, and could not find his clan members. His fear and anger turned his gaze dark as he returned it to the vampire, "Where are my companions?" His voice was low and thick, anger disguising the worst of his fears.
"Oh, you mean those two brutes and the boy that were with you?" Bastien asked, finally turned away from Keir and walked to a table nearby, all sorts of instruments neatly laid out on top. "They are safe, for the moment. And of course, their safety depends on your cooperation, handsome." He picked up a rather wicked looking ornamental dagger, turning it this way and that as he studied the sharp edge. "Rey may keep the boy as a pet. You see, you killed his lover when we captured you and Rey wasn't very happy when that happened." The vampire spoke so casually, as if he were talking about the weather and not the fate of the young werewolf kept in one of the upstairs room.
The vampire's word and intent sent chills through Keir. His clan had probably been captured, and was now being used against him? The threat of them becoming pets, especially the youngest one. He did not want this sort of fate for them; pets for bored vampires. The very thought of it had his body shaking with anger and a sickness fall on his heart. He wanted to tear ever last one of these confounded creatures apart. No, he would not allow this to happen to his pack. As their leader, he must protect them. The thought that he was the cause of their capture, made his burden all the more heavier.
Keir's eyes studied the vampire with an unreadable expression as he considered what to do. He had learned that one could never trust anything a vampire said. Were they even still alive? Maybe they had managed to escape..And they call us werewolves "savages", tch.
"You think I would believe anything a vampire says?" Keir controlled his voice with as much as he could muster, his thoughts on his clan members. He needed to know first if they were still alive, or if the vampire was playing with him.
Bastien didn't blink, tipping his head slightly as he studied the magnificent creature before him. Keir was indeed very dangerous and Bastien was to use him as a weapon against Talbain. But first he must have him completely under his control. The first step was to get some acquiesce from Keir, using members of his pack as a means to do so.
"And can you afford not to believe me?" He asked quietly, all matter of jest aside. "Can you trust that what I say about your companions to be the truth? For you must know that I intent everything in my power to have you comply and they are a means for you to do so."
The Vampire walked gracefully back to the werewolf, daring to stand close enough to lick his face. "However, there is still a price to be paid and it will be up to you to determine how steep that will be," his words of thread were whispered like a caress but that did not lessen their grave meaning.
Keir could not help but turn his face slightly away from the captor before he stopped himself. His pride would not allow it. It had been the instinct of disgust that had been trained into him through many long years of being another's "pet", that had caused his initial reaction.
He was torn, angry and confused. His light brown eyes narrowed, standing out on his tanned face as he considered the vampire's words. His gaze slid back to study the enemy's face and eyes in silence, the threat lingering heavily in the air, and seemed to cause his breaths to come heavily and loudly.
His pack. They were innocent in this, and should not even be here. He had failed to protect them. Beowulf's innocent face swept in his mind's eyes and caused the sharpest of pains yet. The cub was an innocent! To think of him being detained as a pet. The thought, he couldn't stand. Just considering it sent his mind into a rage. He wanted to rip his chains, even if it cost him his limbs and tear through every last vampire to save Beowulf, and his pack. Keir knew though, that this vampire could have his cub killed along with the entire pack before he would get to them. That is, if they still lived..
Keir wanted to believe the vampire was telling the truth in regards to that. It would seem to make sense too. However, he also knew whether he believed him or not, did he really have any way to even bargain with him ? What did this foul creature even want with him ? His rage was forced into containment. His pack, no, his family's lives, were in his hands. Or so he believed anyhow. He couldn't take the chance to not.
"What do you want of me?" His voice shook slightly with restrained emotion, though his eyes were hard and cold. His tense body, his rage were making speaking normally difficult. He couldn't afford to fail now.. He had to protect them even when chained as such.
Bastien didn't relax his stance, staying in Keir face, light hazel eyes taking in every nuance of expression. Soon he would be able to feel what Keir was feeling; nothing would be hidden from him like it was now.
"What do I want from you?" he asked back quietly as he ran a hand along Keir's lips, finger close to a very dangerous mouth. Rey would call him a fool for taking such a chance but Bastien found the danger much to exciting, sending a delirious thrill down his spine. "It's quite simple, really. Or maybe not." At this he finally step back from the Lycan, turning his back while he crossed his arms over his well defined chest. "I want your complete submission, nothing more." He slanted his gaze over his shoulder at Keir. "Do that and your pack will be safe."
When the vampire touched his lips, Keir had to restrain himself and not bite him. Instead, his eyes never moved, nor revealed anything. He listened to those words that sent a wave of sickness through him. His submission?
Was he just a popular target for these sick creatures to play with ? He breathed in deeply and evenly, studying the strong back of his captor. Keir couldn't do and say what he wanted to. No, his pack must be saved. Would the vampire truly keep to his words? How would he be able to tell ?
"How can I know you will keep your promise?" Keir finally asked after a long silence. He stood a little straighter, a resolution coming over him as he began to gain control of his disgust and instinct to flee. "I want to see they are safe first." Keir hoped at least to keep his fears at bay. Had they hurt his clan ?
"You don't trust me, do you?" Bastien asked rhetorically since he already knew Keir didn't trust him in the least. "Very well, I will show you proof." The vampire walked gracefully over to the table and picked up a remote. He pointed it at the flat screen monitor on the wall across from Keir. The screen came to life with a soft hum. It showed the young Lycan that was caught along with Keir, this time he was in his human form. A collar was on his neck, soft leather interlaced with a silver alloy. The boy was deep asleep in a large bed, unbound, his hair hiding part of his beautiful and innocent face.
"As you can see, your little one is still pretty much alive. He was quite easy to capture," Bastien murmured, sliding his gaze back to Keir.
Keir's eyes frantically searched the young Lycan for signs of injury or anything of the sort, but the cub seemed only to be sleeping soundly. Keir let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he'd held, and slumped back against the wall a little. The worst of his fears were resolved, and his eyes closed for a brief second in relief. It was not that he was not concerned for his other clan members, but Beowulf held a different standing to him. Keir was responsible for him; he was still a child and very different than the rest of them; he was still an innocent. Keir had saved the young boy's life and since then had taken him under his care and protection. The cub was just that, both in human and werewolf years. He had still many things to learn, and Keir knew the other members had also grown protective of their youngest member.
Keir almost laughed at seeing the young Lycan sleep so soundly. Keir had warned him many times to become a light sleeper to survive, and yet.. So like him.
Keir could now no longer ignore the eyes on him, and he tried to disguise his relief as he turned to the captor. "What of the others?" He asked with eyes unaccusing, "Am I able to speak with them?"
"You will, in due time, when you have complied." Bastien turned off the screen and set the remote down before returning to stand in front of the table. He took the long wicked dagger again and was about to pick up a chalice when he thought better of it. Faolan told him to spill his blood on the chalice but for more potency the servant had to drink straight from the vampire's wound. And Bastien knew he needed all the strength out of the act as he could.
With that in mind he sauntered over to Keir, dagger in hand and looked steadily at the Lycan, a light smirk playing on his full lips. "I think we've postponed the reason you are here far too long, handsome." Bastien stretched one pale arm out and while holding Keir's gaze intently, slid the edge of the blade along his wrist, blood instantly pouring forth. He bit his bottom lip and tried not to be distracted by the sight of his own precious life essence as he brought his open wrist up to Keir's lips.
"Drink," he said in a whisper, the command clearly evident despite the breathless quality in which it was uttered.
That word never contained as much weight and conflict as now. Keir's eyes couldn't help but stray to the dark liquid from the pale arm, a shudder ran through him and ended with him clenching his fists. Not this, he had sworn he would never be another's slave. The clan would be killed if he didn't, he had to break the promise. He couldn't afford or imagine harm coming to Beowulf because of him, even if the vampire wouldn't keep his word there was a chance that he would. So far, the vampire had actually seemed surprisingly accommodating and it had actually surprised Keir. The foul creature would still die at his hands when he got the chance, but now. Keir had no choice, and time was running out. He steeled his body and mind, and lowered his mouth to meet the wound.
"Remember you swore no harm would come to them," Keir reminded him, keeping his gaze fixed on the vampires as he wrapped his lips around the wound and began to drink from the creature. His pride refused to lower his angry eyes from those hazel eyes as he began to feel the liquid going down his throat. Again…Not this again. Keir frowned deeply, the effects began, and with a last show of defiance, bit down into the wound with a low growl as he drank from it.
Bastien let out a low moan of pain, breaking away from the stare, his head falling on Keir's shoulder. He threaded the fingers from his free hand into the Lycan's hair and gripped tightly while his body swayed against Keir's solid form.
"Enough," he hissed, closing his eyes tight as strange images and sensations began to assault him.
Even before the vampire had said anything, Keir's body began to revolt against the intrusion. He growled and yanked his mouth away from the source of the pain, feeling the blood coursing through him. Last time had not felt this bad, perhaps it was because he had drank directly from the vampire, he didn't know or care. Keir's eyes shut in the powerful shudder going through him, and he tugged against the bonds, though he could not feel the cuts and sting from them as his mind reeled in the invasion of the vampire's essence.
Visions, incomplete and brief flooded him at such a rapid and powerful pace that Keir though he'd lost his own awareness in the chaos. His eyes flung open in shock and fear when he saw his former master in the pool of visions. Pain, and so much of it came so strongly it distorted the vision. His new Master was there with his former Master, and suffering at the hands of the monster vampire. Keir knew the ruthlessness and cruelty all too well. Yet now, his heart felt for the other vampire as he experienced the same at the hands of the tyrant. So many emotions flooded him as memories of the new master swamped him along with his blood.
The bond was always the most disturbing, and disorienting at first, but the worst thing was Keir could not help but feel all that the vampire felt. He had to take upon him all that the vampire had experienced. The most powerful causing the weaker moments to disappear, and those would always belong to pain and hurt. Keir wasn't aware he was growling loudly as he flinched at a particularly cruel recollection from the other vampire. The moment seemed infinite and timeless, and Keir was no longer there in his own mind.
Yet as suddenly as it came, it disappeared. Removing all traces of any recollections, and all memories of what Keir had witnessed. Leaving but a haze of uncertainty, and a feeling that one was forgetting something vital. Keir began to regain his own awareness, and that was when he realized he was heaving and in pain from tugging sharply at his bonds. Panting, he lowered his head and rested back against the wall, collecting himself. The bonding was never easy, and it was not unusual for some Lycans to pass out from the flood on their mind. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
Bastien was breathing as heavy as Keir, their rhythms matching for a while before the Vampire's slowed down first. He opened his eyes, which had turned blood red during the bonding and looked through his dark fringes at Keir, his servant. He licked his lips and kissed Keir suddenly before parting, panting heavily because of it. He stepped away, almost missing a step as he did so, beginning to lick his wound and bite mark clean. It was a good thing he had been bitten while Keir was still human; a werewolf's bite would have been fatal for Bastien.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a hoarse voice, frowning as to why he would want to care about his pet's state of well being.
Keir wanted to bite the vampire when he felt him kiss him, however, the bond let itself be known and he instead glared in frustration. Even that did not have much force behind it. The bond meant he would not be able to harm his master, nor would he be able to disobey him. Part of that included answering him.
Keir was tired, and just wanted to rest. He found the red eyes of his new Master strangely alluring. Perhaps it was the bond already, but something felt different about him now. Keir felt his guard relax, and his mind relax. It had to be the bond..
"Do you sense how I feel yet?" Keir asked back, nor sure how long it took to affect the Master of the bond.
Bastien scrunched his nose and turned away from Keir. Then he half closed his eyes and 'listened' for Keir within him. He stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth. There was a soft pulse running along besides his in his mind and Bastien followed it, finding it linked to Keir. The Vampire felt the confusion and other emotions warring within in his new pet and he smiled at the connection. It was a strange sensation, almost like having someone inside of him. He shivered at that thought, however, for it brought forth an image of Keir being physically inside of Bastien.
"I can sense you, yes," he answered in a breathy whisper, opening his eyes, the colors returning to the soft hazel of before.
Watching the vampire test out this bond, it was obvious he had not had another pet; Keir could use this to his advantage. Those thoughts were for later. He could feel the probing mind of his new Master; he had hoped never to experience this again, but now he couldn't afford the luxury of his own pride anymore. Keir's voice was quiet, tired as he spoke, "What of my clan? I did as you wished." He shifted his head to rest against the wall, his eyes half mast as he studied this new Master.
Bastien smirked before biting his bottom lip. "I know you did as I wished, handsome, and I'm glad. It means they keep their hides intact." He walked back to the table and placed the dagger back down gently. "Like I said, they will be safe and under my protection. You are their leader, after all and where you are, they will follow, no?"
Keir's anger allowed a burst of energy he didn't know he had. He tried to leap at the bastard vampire, growling viciously. He should have known better. The bond would not allow it. His energy quickly vaporized and he felt himself calm and fall back against his bonds.
"Curse you, bastard," he hissed out through clenched teeth, his head lowered and resting on his bound arm. He had to close his eyes, fighting the bond now was too taxing on him. Keir felt so incredibly tired now. He just wanted to rest. He was so tired in mind and body, and his spirit felt weak and broken. "What do you need to keep them for? They served your purpose."
Bastien spun around and faced Keir, rather surprised at the Lycan's reaction, for the Vampire had felt that burst of fury that had spilled forth. It had made him heady and he was glad the table was there to support him. "They have more than one purpose, handsome, but I shall not reveal that to you, at least not yet." He pushed away from the table and walked with swaying hips back to Keir. He nibbled his bottom lip as he stood in front of the Lycan and very slowly dipped to the floor and worked on loosening the cuffs around Keir's ankles before he came up again and took off the wrist binds. He looked searchingly into Keir's eyes, showing that he was the one in control, though inwardly not certain if that were the case.
Keir stood motionless as the vampire released him, though he knew that once again he was a prisoner of a vampire's fancy or boredom. He didn't avert his gaze and instead took the chance to take in his new Master. The bond was growing still, and he could sense it coating his mind. He supposed, that at least, he could take comfort in knowing his clan members were okay, and where he could keep an eye on them. Now, it seemed like a good time to finally ask what has been plaguing him from the start. " Is that the same reason you sought me out?" Keir studied those hazel eyes, and found something nagging at him in the back of his mind, though he dismissed it.
Bastien nodded slowly as he placed his hands on either side of Keir's head on the wall, practically pinning the man on the spot. There was a slight height difference so the Vampire had to gaze up at the Lycan. He shivered slightly as the bond pulsated through him once in while, letting him know it was there, that Keir was his.
"Yes, is one of the reasons," he answered at last in a low voice, being this close to Keir. "But I can't tell you why I need you all, not yet, handsome." His hazel gaze roamed Keir's face before settling on the man's full lips. "For now just know that it is most important that I ultimately have you..." And that this pause Bastien's mouth upturned in a sensual smile, "... beneath me."
Keir wondered if the vampire Master knew that the bond worked both ways, and that now Keir could sense the desire emitting from the other. It was a little startling for Keir to sense that. His experiences with vampires had always led him to believe they viewed werewolves as beasts only, inferior to themselves, and would never dare soil themselves by touching them in any other way but to discipline them. However, so far, this new Master did not act or seem anything like his previous one. It made him unsure of how to respond. Perhaps, he could use this to his advantage as well ? He wished the vampire would let him rest. His mind was not working at its full potential. What he did know though, no matter that the new Master was beautiful to behold, Keir was still just his slave.
"I am your pet now," Keir answered in a cold voice, "you only have to command me, and I can not disobey you, no matter the command." Keir's eyes did not avert from the vampire, and refused to be played with or seduced by him. If the vampire truly wished to romp with him, then he would be mistaken to think Keir had any desire for the foul creature.
The Vampire's hazel eyes darkened with the intense lust that coursed through him. He had been aroused since the hunt and now the sensation was tenfold as he held Keir in place with his body. "Hmm, obey my every command. Now, that's a very tempting turn of phrase, don't you think?" his voice was a light whisper. He chuckled lightly and before Keir could react, Bastien licked the side of the bearded man's face. "You taste dirty, like sin," he whispered in Keir's ear. "I like it."
Keir could only stay as he was, there was no point in shoving the vampire off, nor would he have the energy to fight the bond. Instead, he projected as much of the disgust and contempt he could, hoping the vampire would feel this, even if his words said otherwise. "If it pleases you, then I am glad, Master," Keir whispered the last word, the sound sickening to him. The perversion of the bond caused a delight and pleasure at the sound of it, and he hated that.
The last thing he wanted to do was sleep with his vampire Master. Though, if he was ordered to, he could not resist it. Keir supposed he was lucky enough that his Master was good looking at least. He also realized the bond would make any pleasure in the physical act stronger, and he feared he would start to enjoy it or lose himself in it. This is worse than being tortured. At least I understood what my former Master had wanted from me. With this one though, I am confused..
Bastien grinned, all the while one slender hand slid down Keir's taut torso slowly. The Vampire's breath hitched as he encountered the slick power under his fingertips, such strength that had endured centuries. Bastien wondered just how powerful Keir could have been had he not been any Vampire's slave. The thought made a small shiver pass through him. It was a pity, for he had caught glimpses of the intelligence veiled behind those light brown eyes. But Bastien mused it was better for him, for now he commanded such strength.
His hand dipped lower until it reached the Lycan's thick cock, wrapping his cool fingers around it and stroking it to stiffness.
"It does please me," he said breathlessly, licking dangerously close to Keir's pulse point on his throat.
Keir's whole body stiffened when the vampire reached his cock. Was this what the vampire had brought him in for? He had been radiating lust for Keir from the start of the bond. Did the vampire just wish to romp with a beast? The thought made Keir angry, and his wolf pride would not allow him to keep silent.
"I have never known of a vampire who would disgrace themselves by lying with a Lycan." Keir looked down the back of the vampire as he licked him dangerously close to where these creatures enjoyed partaking from their prey. It made Keir apprehensive, but the hand on him was also distracting him greatly. Coupled with the bond, and the desire to please his master, the skillful hand was producing unwanted reactions from his tired body. Keir could feel his cock begin to fill and harden within those cold hands. The desire he felt from his Master was washing over him and furthering the effect. Keir was having a difficult time keeping his senses about him.
The Vampire paused just slightly, smiling at Keir's protestations, finding that still willful defiance to be quite enthralling. Bastien knew, however, that Keir was now his, the bond held steadfast and his own will on the Lycan. But there had been a few seconds when that will faltered, subtly, and a shift of power ensued. But it was fleeting at best, enough so that Bastien dismissed it as the bond trying to settle.
"Then I'll be the first one you know," Bastien murmured against Keir's throat, enjoying the way the Lycan's body eagerly responded to his touch. He decided to stop toying with Keir and tossed him unceremoniously on the floor on his back. Bastien then straddled the man, moaning as their groins made contact.
Keir did not know what to make of all this. He wanted to kill his captor, yet, now he couldn't tell his own thoughts and feelings apart from the bond. His body was betraying him, and with the master's moan, came a deep pleasure. Keir knew the bond was responsible for having his body respond so readily, yet, even though he knew this he couldn't deny himself. His body shuddered, and suddenly all he wanted was to hear his master in pleasure once more. Keir's hands moved to hold the vampire's legs in place, and press him down further against his own arousal. A low growl escaped from his own throat as he pressed up against his Master, his nails digging into the vampire as he held him.
Every rub against him shot a deep shudder of pleasure through the Lycan, and he truly did feel like a romping beast underneath this vampire. As much as Keir despised himself right now, he desired to bring more pleasure to his new Master.
Bastien's eyes were half closed as he looked down at Keir on the floor. He was aroused beyond belief and had he been in a more coherent frame of mind he would have questioned why that was the case. But all he cared about was the heat he was straddling and how to get that inside of him. A low groan escaped his throat as he leaned down to lick the Lycan's lips, pumping his hips slowly to grind their cocks together. Keir's hands on him felt good, the warmth a stark contrast to his cool body. He would need to feed soon, however, for Keir had taken a considerable amount of his blood for the bond.
Keir over time had grown quite sensitive to picking up on the Master's feelings and moods through the bond, and now he could clearly sense the other's need and desire. The bond on its own, served to increased his pleasure every time he inflicted some on his Master. Couple all this with a weakened state of mind, and a role reversal, Keir could no longer resist and wished to take the vampire grinding against him. He might be his new Master, but for now, he would squirm and writhe underneath Keir like the lovely young Lycan he had last taken before being captured.
Keir's larger arms wrapped around the body on him, and pressing them tightly, rolled on top of him. With nothing to cover his own state of arousal, Keir's evident engorged cock was more than ready to feel the cool body wrap around it. He pinned both of the vampire's arms above his head, his hair falling down to touch that of the vampire's face as he looked down on him, "Did you wish for me to take you, Master?" The question was pointless, but Keir enjoyed the pleasure the bond gave him for saying it.
Hazel eyes darkened with arousal and Bastien all but writhed beneath Keir's larger body. He wrapped slender but muscular legs around Keir's naked waist, his mouth forming into a small 'o' as the Lycan's thick girth rubbed against his own. He gave Keir a smoldering look before he whispered heatedly, "Yes, do it. Take me."
The direct order seemed to cause Keir to move on his own, and he lowered his head to lick at the vampire's throat, wanting to bring him pleasure. As Keir was pulling back, a faint scent stopped him. He tried to follow the scent; it seemed very important and familiar. What was this?
Keir leaned back and away from the vampire as he tried to figure out what he was sensing. Why was this important? He closed his eyes and focused, and he was startled to realize he was smelling one of his clan members. They must be close by! The realization was like a slap, and he jumped back and away from the vampire. What the hell am I doing? This foul creature kidnapped and threatened my clan, and I was ready to lay with him?
Disgust filled him as he began to regain his awareness and senses. He couldn't believe how weak the bond had made him, and how weak he had become in general. Just as he began to grow angry, a sharp pain shot through his body. He let out a loud growl and slumped back against the wall, glaring in hatred at the source of it. Curse this creature, and this damned blood bond. Keir welcomed the pain, it stirred the haze from his mind. It reminded him why he had always despised these creatures. "I will not touch a bastard like you," Keir hissed out, the pain making his vision blur. He wondered if he would pass out from it, but he tried to hold steady.
Bastien whimpered at the sudden loss of bodily contact, still writhing on the floor for a few minutes, sinewy body undulating. He opened his hazel eyes slowly, unfocused as the arousal still swirled through him. Slowly but surely he came to his senses and noticed Keir sitting back away from him.
But the Lycan's words pushed whatever lust still wandered through his veins and he sat up, fury flaring within him. How dare his pet defy him like this? And why did Bastien sense a strange pang in his chest? He pushed that thought aside in order to deal with a defiant Keir.
Carefully he stood up from the floor, rather gracefully despite the steel hard cock nestled between his legs at the moment, begging for attention. He walked towards the Lycan, his anger clearly evident in his eyes as they began to transform to a deep shade of red and his fangs extended menacingly. The Vampire was truly pissed at the moment.
"Well, handsome, this 'bastard' is your Master and you do well to heed my words." Each word was said deliberately and slowly, punctuated by every step Bastien took toward his pet.
Keir felt the anger from the vampire before he saw it. The blood red eyes sent warning alarms in him, and he knew all too well what angry vampires did and were capable of. "You have done all in your power to ensure that, haven't you?" Keir strength was robbed from him, and the pain he felt caused his legs to shake when he stood. He hated that was panting slightly, and needed to lean on the wall, but he refused to bow down to this new Master yet. Not while he could still stand.
"Despicable vampires," Keir ground out, his hair falling into his eyes as he lowered his head, still managing to glare at the frightening vampire, "just leave us in peace."
Bastien raised his chin a little, glaring at Keir where he stood. "Are you seeing fit to tell me what to do, 'pet'?" he asked in a low threatening voice. At the moment Bastien clearly had the advantage and he used that to full capacity. Faster than Keir could blink Bastien grabbed Keir by the throat and pushed him roughly against the wall. He pinned the Lycan there with his body, cool against warm. His bared his fangs, bringing them threateningly close to Keir's throat.
"I could end this now, you know," he practically growled, his fangs barely scraping Keir's sweat slicked skin. If Bastien wasn't so angry with Keir he would have continued their little encounter, impaling himself in the Lycan's cock.
Keir was having a very difficult time keeping conscious at this point, but he knew his life and those of his clan members were in the hands of this strange vampire. He wondered though, perhaps, there would be no better escape for them, but death itself. Kei considered his options, and concluded within himself.
The grip on his throat made it difficult to speak, but Keir managed. Lifting his head to hold back against the wall, he looked down, as much as he could, at the vampire with serious eyes, "Did you know, Master, that a wolf would rather poison its cubs itself, than allow them to be captured by another?" Keir voice was gruff, but he continued, "Do it then. I would rather you end it, than be a slave once again." The clan would be better dead, than all turned to slaves under these vampires, for their folly.
Bastien snarled and stood back. Then he growled and backhanded Keir before turning away and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You think I would make it that easy for you?" he asked, his words somewhat distorted by his fangs. He glared at the Lycan and ignored the sudden pain that burst in his chest. "I will not. First you will hurt." This time Bastien came back to Keir, their noses touching. "I will make your little pup suffer, though, and make you watch. You want to see him die? Fine, I'll give you that, then."
Keir furrowed his eyebrows, watching those blood red eyes. "Should I pretend I am surprised your word means nothing?" Keir knew his promise to not hurt them meant nothing. Vampires could not be trusted. Keir had already guessed though, that this vampire had never bonded before, perhaps then..
Keir's full lips slowly upturned into a half smile, his words spoken slowly, "You felt the pain I felt just now, did you not, Master? " He studied the vampire's face with it being so close, "I must assume no one has explained to you the full meaning of a blood bonding."
Bastien stared at Keir for a moment, in confusion. He pulled himself back and canted his head, looking at Keir. It was true, Faulan didn't give him all the information about performing the blood bond and he only knew enough about the ones Vampires used with their own kind. He was intimately acquainted with one of those. "I know enough," he said petulantly, his anger evaporating, which often did, for Bastien's emotions ran heated for a vampire.
Keir lifted himself a little straighter, grateful for the support of the wall. Allowing himself a second to rest, he returned the look the moody vampire gave him. "I was kept by a vampire for two centuries, but I assume you must already know this," Keir eyes lowered, to study his Master, "did you never wonder why he didn't just kill me when he tired of me?" Keir hoped that this vampire truly did not know as much as Keir believed. He seemed very much different than a lot of vampires Keir had encountered; he seemed a child to him almost with his mood swings and naivety.
"Let me put this bluntly for you, Master," Keir spoke softly, tired now that his adrenaline was fading, "did you truly believe I entered the bond so lightly? I will never trust a vampire," he continued with a hard tone, "and if you go back on your word and harm my clan members, I will end your life," pausing to make his point clear, "even if it costs me my own. It would be mean nothing to me."
The crimson bled out of Bastien's eyes, returning them to hazel again. He staggered backwards away from Keir, unsure now of what he'd just done. Was Keir telling the truth? Frankly, Bastien didn't know. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously and frowned. It was silly for him to think of dying, for he had lived a long time. But he had vengeance on his mind and Keir was a means to carry it out. So if he had to die, so be it, but he had to do this one task first.
The Vampire felt tired all of a sudden and he walked back until the back of his thighs touched the table. "You are mine," he said in a whisper, trying to gather his strength once again to put his pet in line. "You do well to remember that. Obey me and they will not come to harm, that was my word."
This was very interesting and telling to Keir; it seemed the vampire truly did not know much about the bonding at all. Keir could only feel relieved that his bluff had worked, and he was smart enough to know to stop when he was ahead. "Yes, Master," Keir answered just as softly, though his tone remained strong, "that I promised you when I partook of your blood."
Keir slid down along the wall, resting one extended arm along a bent knee, a deep sigh escaping his beaten body, "I believe we both require some needed rest, Master." He leaned his head back, resting. His longer hair pushing out to frame his face as his eyes drifted closed. Exhaustion took him completely and as soon as he closed his eyes, he passed out.
Bastien whimpered like a wounded animal, his strength giving way as soon as Keir fell unconscious. The table held him steady for now until his senses regained and he stood shakily, taking one final look at Keir before walking out the enclosed room, his steps faltering once or twice. He took a steadying breath, well, as much as he could, and rested back on the closed door.
What the hell just happened? The vampire thought in confusion. When did he lose control in there? And why oh why did he get so turned on with just a small growl from the Lycan when he always controlled his libido before? It seemed as if Keir had unlocked something inside Bastien when the bond took hold. The Vampire never recalled a blond bond being like this, had never seen it behave this way. He would definitely have to see Faulan and ask him if perhaps something was done wrong.
In the meantime Bastien had to feed, and take care of a pesky problem between his legs. He smirked; he knew just the place to get both at the same time. With that in mind he swiftly made his way out of the house and into the remaining night. He would deal with his pet later and soon have him truly obey his every command.