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What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Ethan’s face rose up from out of the water, eyeing the male as he stripped out of his clothes. The wolf hadn’t given much interest in how the vampire looked underneath all of those garments, his focus being on freedom. But as he took in the hot steam and the enticing aroma of whatever was in the water, he found difficulty in trying to pull away. His gaze held on as he watched each article of clothing removed, revealing the toned, sleek muscle underneath, his skin almost like porcelain. Not bad for a vampire, he supposed, having made an assumption that Dominic was going to be all boney and look like some kind of malnourished skeleton. But the vampire almost matched the wolf muscle for muscle, with only Ethan having a dusting of short, light brown hair over his tanned chest.

If he didn’t despise the creature so much, and maybe if he wasn’t a vampire of all things, the were might have found him somewhat attractive. His cock, however, had a mind of its own, slowly awakening in the hot waters amidst the patch of unkempt pubic hair. Ethan didn’t even notice it, his attention on the pale-skinned male that sank into the tub opposite of him, their eyes linking up. He held the gaze as the vampire grabbed the soap, watching as those hands covered every surface of the body with the thick foam, his concentration only broken by the question.

He let out a low growl of a hum, not wanting to admit the pleasure he got from the relaxing bath, though the scowl that he tried to maintain would fade instantly. Ethan sank back down into the water, letting it roll through him. He was never one for baths, usually going into the stream and giving himself a quick wash or sometimes even going for weeks without seeking one. But now he found himself not wanting to get out of the water, feeling it course through him as his energy was returning to him. He finally arose out of the basin, letting out a raspy groan of content as he brought his hand up to the drenched mop of hair, his fingers digging into his scalp, trying to wash away the filthy oil that splashed against it earlier in the day. He hated using soap, since it always left him with that cloyingly sweet scent that would interfere with his hunt. But he could pick up on the faint smell that cut through the others, scratching his head furiously as he tried to get it out.
 
Ethan was conflicted, this much Dominic noticed as he watchef the man's cock slowly come to life beneath the water when the werewolf shifted, disrupting the calm surface and offering Dominic perfect eyeline to his tan hips. More than that though, Dominic could smell the man's arousal beneath the bitter oil and the intoxicating scent of the soaps he used to scent the water. The simple subconscious changes that happened within a mortals anatomy always left their emotions unguarded and it helped a vampire sense rather than assume their victims interests, a spike in heart rate, the introduction of sweat, the sound of blood rushing through veins or even the addictive and mind blowing scent of their heated blood it as it rose to the skins surface and stained the flesh of their victims with a blush. Anger, lust, fear, embarrassment and even joy all had their own subtle nuances that could help one of his kind make note of their prey's current thoughts and mindspace. Vampires weren't about brute strength like the were's despite their own subtle inhuman abilities, no, they didn't charge down their victims with a brutal frontal assault or simply lash out in fear and rage as the humans did. Vampires used their victims own emotions against them, manipulating what they picked up on and toying with them, truly a dangerous creature of stealth.

Dominic watched as Ethan seemed to war with himself on his enjoymemt of the bath and his bodies aroused response to the vampire; the erection may currently be unwanted on Ethan's part but for Dominic it was all the incentive and permission he needed to press forward with his plans on claiming his pet, knowing the other man would physically enjoy it would help condition him to Dominic's presence.

Cool blue eyes watched as Ethan rose up from the water that he had slipped under to try and scrub the remainder of the oil form that enticing mop of brown hair that Dominic had been wanting to fist his fingers in since he had first laid eyes on the werewolf. He moved quickly, knowing the rippling of the water would give him away where in any other circumstance there would be no indicators of his movements, his left hand reaching out to curl in the silver circlet at the base of his pets throat, using his strength and Ethan's surprise to drag his unsuspecting prey close. He maneuvered quickly, settling his back against the edge of the tub again, this time with his pet sitting between his legs, facing Ethan forward, Dominic's smooth pale chest against the werewolf's tan muscular back.

His well toned and muscled left arm was wrapped around Ethan's torso, the broad hand coming up to rest hold the collar in a firm unrelenting grip at the base of the man's throat. Dominic leaned in, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss with a gentle scraping of teeth along the back of Ethan's neck before he leaned up to whisper behind his pets ear. "Keeping my hands where you can see them, promise," he muttered in a dark voice before his teeth closed gently around to tip of the werewolfs ear to tug gently before his tone dropped an octave lower and a growl rumbled through his voice as his grip on the collar tightened, forcing the werewolf back against him. "Attempt to harm me, maim me, bring about violence upon me or any attempts to kill me and I will rip into your throat without moving from this position and bleed you dry, little wolf. Understand?" Without waiting for a response he returned to his previous task.

The position afforded him a nice view and even better physical positives, Dominic's hips pressed tightly to the firm swell of his pets rear, his own cock having woken at the promise of finding release and relief was hard and hot, occasionally brushing against those firm ass cheeks and the slight dip of the man's spine. It would be ignored though for now, rather focusing on his right hand while it reached back to grab the bottle of the addictively scented bath liquid, uncorking it before tipping some of its contents into that unruly mess of tangled brown locks. The slight height difference helped some and he leaned up after setting the bottle back down, fingers massaging the wereowlf's scalp as he worked the liquid through the soft damp hair until his nose was filled with the smell of the heady blend of dark spice, the bitter oil getting scrubbed away under his soothing ministrations.

When done he used his grip on the metal collar to tip the werewolfs head back, forcing him to look up at the ceiling while his free hand lifted water up to rinse away the soap. When finished, and the werewolf hair was now properly cleaned, he let his hand drop onto one of Ethan's outstretched thighs, fingers curling and rubbing into the dense muscle under his touch as his left hand shifted it's grip on the collar to permit his pet to look back down from the ceiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He hummed, his voice taking on an amused, albeit hungry edge. "And my hands were almost completely within your eyerange the whole time."
 
Ethan had allowed himself to relax under the calm of the water, his attention focused on getting that goop out of his hair that he didn’t notice the shift in the light waves until he was pulled up against the vampire’s chest. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself at the center of Dominic’s hold, trying to call on his natural instinct to pull away, though it never arrived.

Despite being in the hot tub, the pale vampire felt cool against his hot skin, the curve of his back fitting into the broad chest like two interlocking pieces. Tentatively, his hand drifted up to the secure arm around his waist, the tips of his finger grazing along the lean forearm as though it was trying to make sense of it, yet there was this reassurance that it was always supposed to be there. It was as if the water had him floating while the embrace kept him anchored. The sublimity of it created a sensation he’d never experience before, his insides felt as though they were heating up while rapidly cooling down at the same time, his body caught some weird state of duality, though he was unsure whether it thrilled or scared him.

Vibrations coursed through his body as he felt the pointed teeth trail against the nape of his neck, all heading down in one direction into his arousal he unknowingly cocked his head back in response. It only got worse as he was taken aback by the low voice, heavy in dominance, that grazed against the shell of his ear. It was as if he had been pulled into the siren’s song, his body entranced as his acute senses were being overwhelmed from every direction.

Ethan couldn’t even bring himself to bite back a clever retort as he was made aware of the vampire’s arousal that groped against the small of his back shamelessly as if it was marking its property. It was definitely scaring him, how his body responded to the vampire’s advances, as if it knew something he didn’t. He wanted to pull away, and had every intent on doing so as his hands clawed into the firm arm around him, when he felt a cooling gel drizzle over his head. And not before long, a set of fingers that dug into the bird’s nest he had for hair, clawing through the entangled mess as it lathered up his entire head with the scented soap. He let out a small moan as he was scratched, true to his canine form as he rotated his head around to make sure every part of it was satisfied. The wolf wasn’t even aware that he sat their idly while Dominic rinse off the shampoo, finally feeling himself released from the cursed spell as the intense hunger and desire he had sensed started to lessen.

“I…I’m getting out,” he finally said, making sure to wade over to the other side of the tub before climbing out, just to reestablish that distance between the two that for a brief moment, was horribly shortened. He ran a palm through the drenched hair, flicking the water back as he stepped out, ignoring the thick, black towel as he opted to shake himself dry, and in a sense, shake away whatever he was just feeling in there. His chestnut hair slicked back now, he walked over to the doorway, his closed hand lightly tapping against the frame as if he was about to say something, but left. He took a few steps down the hallway, his body returning to its state of equilibrium as his temper came back to him. Feeling the deluge of everything that happened as his mind tried to process it, his hands clenched into tight fists, his body whipping around as he rammed his knuckles into a nearby picture frame hanging against the wall, shattering the glass. Blood flowed from the lacerations, but there was too much adrenaline surging through to even register the pain, backing up against the other side of the wall as he slid down and breathed heavily, trying to control himself.

His mouth stretched forward, fangs taking shape as his shoulder blade broadened out. The bones in his arms and legs began to extend, molding itself as the silver collar began to vibrate, its ability to hinder the wolf’s power becoming suspicious. But the transformation had stopped there, each time taking a few steps further than the last.
 
Ethan's responses had been exactly what Dominic had hoped for, the tilting of his head into his fingers, the shocked compliance at the vampires manhandling and the sharp spike in his heart rate and arousal when he had threatened the werewolf into submitting. The man may not know it but his instincts did, Ethan's baser nature was craving to be dominated, to be controlled and it had Dominic's smile sharpening dangerously as he watched his pet move away, his pale hands loosening their grip and letting him go without issue when he stated he was getting out-a small reward for having done exactly what Dominic had hoped for. The vampire leaned back, arms resting on the lip of the tub behind him and showing of the breadth of his chest as he simply watched the other man shake off the water and attempt to realign himself. The pause at the door as he left had an eyebrow rising, though it fell and his mouth twisted into a soft frown when whatever the other man seemed intent on saying never came, Dominic's blue eyes watching as that tan, collared form slipped out of the bathroom to retreat into the hall.

He would give the werewolf a few moments, knowing right now hr was most likely warring internally with himself and coming to terms with what just happened. The vampire sank into the water, reveling in the way it warmed his normally chilled body to an almost natural heat that one of the living would have as he himself took a moment to think on his new pet and their slight progression. Ethan was strong, that much was clear, with a wicked temper and a natural need to defy order and dominance. The werewolf even seemed to have some of his own personal dominant traits if the way the creature had been eyeing Dominic like prey was any indicator in the study. It did not, however mean the man didn't want submission, merely he would fight it and force Dominic to earn his role as someone Ethan would submit under. And oh the way he would earn it, his ears recalling the way the other man had moaned, so responsive to his touch. Dominic swallowed hard as his eyes fluttered shut, imagination taking on a dangerous path as he hungrily imagined what the werewolf would look like, sound like, when he finally gave in and submitted under his hands.

The vampire was wrenched from his heated day dreaming by the sound of glass shattering. Rising from the water he reached for a towel, idly drying himself before slinging the towel low around his waist, not bothering with the blond hair that fell in damp clumps over his face. He found the werewolf huddled into a low crouch against the wall, muscles and limbs straining as he tried to test the strength of the collars hold over his abilities. With a frown Ethan glanced down at the man, tipping his head to the side as he watched as the werewolf's teeth sharpened and he struggled desperately to turn. "You are going to injure yourself if you keep at it," he offered in a calm voice before eyeing the shattered picture on the opposite wall, "Moreso than you already have, I am certain." His nostrils flared then when he picked up on the heady metallic scent of blood and he swore darkly, blue eyes snapping back to the werewolf who sat against the wall.

Dominic wasn't sure how the smell of fresh blood eluded him the first go around, perhaps the freshly soaped skin and hair had something to do with it, but now he had the scent it made his mouth water. Eyes dark, the vampire stepped close, crouching down next to the tan skinned man as his gaze searched out the hand, noticing the crimson blood welling up over the knuckles and dribbling over his pets fingers. He wanted it, just a taste, and it took everything in him not to let out a primal noise, his voice coming out in edged tones, heavy with arousal and blood lust as he looked up at the werewolf's face.

"May I?" He asked and again, without waiting for a response, his hands snaked out, latching around the tan wrist and dragging the injured hand up to his lips as he dipped his mouth down, sealing it over the lacerations and taking a gentle pull from the wound.

Gods, the things that could be said about the rush of fresh new blood slipping over your mouth and down your throat. He was careful not to take too much, just enough to sate the hunger need for a small taste of his pets blood. It was intoxicating, the werewolf's life essence was so much headier and thicker and satisfying than any humans he had ever tasted and it had him growling slightly as his tongue lapped over the cuts. He knew it would lack a certain level of euphoria most vampire bites instilled as he didn't initiate the breaking of the skin, but the enzymes of his saliva would help clot the wound and speed the healing process so Ethan's hand would recover at a quicker rate while numbing the pain and offer small tingles of pleasure to the area.

When he finally was able to pull his mouth from the wound, he sucked two of the werewolf's fingers into his mouth, tongue caressing the digits as he lapped up the slivers of blood that coated the appendages, cleaning up every last drop before releasing his hand and leaning back to eye the werewolf silently. Dominics lips were stained crimson, his breathing having quickened from the tiny taste that left him wanting to grab the werewolf by the hair and throw the man to the floor and sink his teeth into that tender throat and take a proper feeding and sate the hunger and arousal he felt coursing through his veins like liquid fire.

Sex and blood had always been closely integrated for him, the release and satisfaction firing off similar responses in his brain and seemed to be interlocked as it was with most of his kind. The rush and thrill of a feed, seducing your victim or laying claim to them, marking their skin...it all left him craving more, and with this defiant werewolf he felt it was doubly so. "Are you all right?" He asked, his voice still heated and hungry as he glanced over Ethan, eyes noting the torn flesh if his knuckles already stitching together.
 
Wolves are simple creatures; their desires rests upon hunting and mating, caring very little for other complexities. One might say that it makes them uncultured, that they have no interest in subjecting themselves to other aspects in life. Though they would argue that it is protection, that because their minds rest on much lesser things, the demons that haunt those that possess awareness of such complexities are absent in them. And because their interests lie on so few, having casted aside useless human tendencies and emotions, their primal instincts grow stronger, as do their powers.

Any seasoned werewolf has full control over their powers—their ability to phase in and out of the two forms with ease as it grew into something of second nature with experience. The only exception was during a full moon, when a were is kept in his wolf state until the day’s passing. But there was still a week away before the moon would cast its full light over the land, which made it all the more confusing as to why Ethan had just tried to phase. Even at his most elevated temper, the male had absolute sovereignty over his abilities, a product of rejecting a life of assimilating into civilization, which only gave him a deeper connection and control with his other manifestation.

The only time whenever such control slips through the cracks of their fingers is when the mind is plagued with such intense emotions, unable to adapt, fighting and warring with one another that the internal struggle becomes too great to handle. When such a moment occurs, the were will undergo the transformation automatically, the body’s natural response to fight off whatever possible threat as the wolf enters a complete primal state, unconscious to their surroundings. Such a case is rare, and it is the tendency of a wolf to avoid such influences. But Ethan, captured and trapped, did not have that luxury.

So when the vampire stepped out into the hallway and initially took his hand, the werewolf didn’t even feel it, his body already lost in a raw state of being as it tried to fight against the restricting cuff around his neck. The dichotomy of craving both passion and death, heart-pounding desire mixed with generations of hatred, it was too overwhelming for him.

Ethan, on the other hand, was taken back to a memory he had repressed long ago, lost in the deep trenches of his mind that he never wanted to revisit again in his life. Flashes of it began to appear, his consciousness leaping across various fragments as if it were trying to piece itself back together after he had tried so hard to shatter it completely. And now, after being around this creature who conjured up a spectrum of wild emotions and sensations in him, only sparked its rebirth.

But all of that stopped when he felt the warm tongue caress his fingers, swirling around as it coated every part of it with the vampire’s saliva. Much like the arm that had anchored him before, Dominic was unknowingly pulling him back to his senses, the wolf almost drawn to how intense the pale creature’s lust was. Slowly, his body relaxed, shifting back into the man he was a few moments ago as he sat up against the wall. The vampire’s voice finally pierced through the fog he had lost himself in, as if it offered him a chance to escape from the depths of his mind.

He turned to look at the vampire wearily, his body completely drained from the stunt despite feeling completely replenished only moments ago. “Dominic…keep your hands…where I can see them,” he rasped, his body finally giving out as he toppled over and blacked out.
 
Dominic caught the other man's form when he sagged, arms wrapping around him with inhuman grace as he swiftly stood, brow furrowed as his dark blue gaze studied the young were currently in his grasp. This surely wasn't just from his mere attempts to change, and as his head cleared from the thick fog of hunger and lust he could smell the bitter sharp tang of something he struggled to identify, fear? Sorrow? Dominic couldn't quite place it and it caused him to doubt and worry over just what had been going through the dark haired man's mind. The vampire had been too caught up in the blood lust to notice any of the subtleties or shifts and changes he may have otherwise noticed and it angered him slightly he had lost such control and in turn missed something important his pet had been going through.

Dominic rose to his feet easily, carrying the limp tan form in a protective tight embrace back to his room, his foot kicking the door shut behind him softly. He had brought up food and beverage before Ethan arrived, a small spread of assorted fruits another decanter of water set on an ornate tray on a bedside table. It's original intents were meant as a means to sustain the werewolf should they make it as far along in the vampires plans for staking claim over his pets body. Now, however, it seemed they may serve the purpose of helping the werewolf regain his strength from whatever it was he had just gone through.

Dominic lay Ethan out gently over the black bedding, adjusting it so the thick feather down comfortor and satin soft sheets were draped over his naked form, that mop of hair fanning out over the pillows Dominic rest the were's head on. The vampire studied Ethan, debating the wisdom in restraints, deciding it may be wise in case he woke suddenly or in a violent state. It wasn't so much for the vampire's own safety as it was for the werewolf currently draped across his bed. A moment later, the soft worn leather cuffs that were easily hidden had been pulled out, wrapping around Ethan's wrists and fastened. Dominic made sure the restraints had enough slack to them to allow Ethan movement so he wouldn't awaken completely bound or strapped down in a confining manner but were tight and short enough to keep the werewolf from thrashing or clawing at himself should he awaken in a panic.

The vampire's eyes swept over his new pet and the arousal had all but flagged, a simple and much more complicated feeling of concern was bundled tightly in the center of his chest, gnawing away at his nerves as he shed the towel and simply tugged on a pair of pants, foregoing undergarments and leaving his chest and torso bare. Dominic tried to explain away the feelings of concern as a mere worry over the expensive financial investment he had made in the purchase of his new pet. It was a lie though, and despite knowing feelings of sympsthy and possible affection towards this pet were a definite possibility, he was intensely uncomfortable with how quickly they had come upon him. It was not as if his species was without emotion or unable to feel, but the majority wrote off such affections and ideals as impractical and stated a simple posessive inclination was enough, reserving words like love and respect towards anything not of the undead world to be a mockery. And yet, here he was, having grown attached to this Ethan and his fire, his defiance and his spirit.

Dominic shook his head, banishing the troubling thoughts away. He moved silently across his room to he far side before quietly ranging his large black leather clad chair from the ornate wooden desk on the far wall to the bedside, a book he had selected from a small shelf of favorites in hand as he settled into the seat. It took longer than he normally liked to find focus on the pages, his blue eyes occasionally finding their way up to the other man, who was still resting in his bed, every few moments.
 
A young voice called out his name, the beckoning familiar as Ethan tried to locate its source, though his movements were taking him nowhere. It made no sense to him; his hearing could pick up the location of something from a mile away, and yet, it seemed as though the sound was drifting along the breeze, a captured echo that never faded. The wolf tried running towards it, though it never rose or fell in volume, leaving him leaving him with no idea of where to go. He tried to call back, his body producing a gut wrenching scream, as if it had done this before, but nothing came out. The veins on his forehead grew prominent, his face only a few shades off from his eyes, and the muscles in his arms tightened at the sides, but not even a squeak as he called upon the pit of his stomach in a failed bellow. The sound that he had been so desperately trying to find was weakening, a sheer murmur now that played in the back of his mind as he sprinted off in anguish to find. His legs ached to the point of feeling like they were going to break off of his body, but the wolf never stopped, wanting to hear that voice ring louder for just one brief moment when a deafening gunshot shook his entire body as he fell, the air sucked out of him. Ethan could feel his eyes well up like glasses about to overflow, the rest of his body feeling numb without explanation, and then everything turned white.

His eyes shot open as his body was covered in sweat, panting heavily as he tried to take in his surroundings. The last memory he had was stepping out of the bathroom, and things had become somewhat hazy after that. He brought his hand up, wiping away at the sweat and brushing aside the clumps of hair that had been drenched on his forehead when he realized that his movements had become somewhat restricted. A leather clasp had locked itself around his wrists, and as he tried to bring what he thought was his free hand over to examine it, he noticed that it was encased with the same adornment. The ends were connected to metal chains, his eyes following them in confusion as they connected with the sturdy bedpost. Ethan yanked at them in a state of panic, though his body was still in recovery from what had just happened in the hallway, and he felt the overwhelming weakness as his arms fell to his side.

The wolf tried to shift his body around, so that his line of vision wasn’t just at the ceiling, when he caught sight of the vampire sitting there, his eyes attending to a book. Ethan could only let out a gruff, figuring that this was the creature’s plan all along, pampering him out before drugging him and taking him here to be chained up. He let out a derisive snort, knowing that once his energy returned, these pathetic attempts at restrictions would mean nothing. Still in his naked form, he turned his head back over to the vampire. “So is this how everyone who bathes with you ends up in bed, or am I just the lucky one,” he barked, trying to yank at the restrains to see how much slack he had.
 
Dominic could sense the werewolf's distress as he slept, the mumbling, sweating and subtle movements all led the vampire to believe he was dreaming of something. It was only a few short moments later he awoke, panting and seeming spent. Luckily he seemed far too weak to pose a danger to himself or anyone else which gave Dominic a mild sense of reassurance.

The vampire contiued to read until he sensed Ethan's attentions turn towards him, and he could feel almost, rather than just hear, the biting accusations in the words his pet barked in his direction. Dominic's dark blue gaze snapped up to lock onto the blood red ones of the werewolf, eyes hard as he studied Ethan silently, allowing the depth of the quiet to grow between them before he shut his book gently before standing, resting it on the chair. The vampire took the two steps he needed to reach the bedside, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving his.

"Accusing me of drugging you?" Dominic asked with an arched eyebrow. "At what point have I led you to believe I would enjoy taking advantage of someone laying there like a cold dead fish?" He asked. "You went into what I would assume was a rage after leaving the bath and punched out the glass of a frame I had hanging in the hall and injured your hand," he said quietly before nodding at the knuckles that now only displayed a slight bruising. "After I..healed you, you passed out and I brought you in here to rest. The restraints were simply a precaution so you did not harm yourself, their other purposes were not on my mind until you brought the subject," he said with a slow smirk before shaking his head briefly.

"Honestly though, little wolf, what happened?"
 
Ethan nearly scoffed at the male's telling of what happened, refusing to think that he would just lose consciousness like that, so sudden and random. "Yeah, I punched a glass frame," he began, his tone mocking Dominic's as he raised the hand in question up. "That's why my hand looks perfectly fi--" The sight of his knuckles had cut him off, a faint combination of reds and purples, decorated with scars that were fading slowly. He took a moment to appraise his hand, coming to the realization that it was his own doing. The wolf clenched his fist in response, before relaxing and letting it fall to the side, his hand just a few inches short of connecting with Dominic’s, his mind unsure if he wanted to reach out or not.

Ethan released a labored exhale as he mulled over the thoughts circling his mind, unable to bring himself to vocalize them. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he spoke. "The things buried weren't so buried afterall," he replied, finally unfurling his fingers as they grazed along the vampire's hand before he pulled himself away in regret. There was something comforting about feeling the weight of the vampire near him, as if it offered some kind of security. But he quickly chided himself for even entertaining such thought. "Sorry," he mumbled, casting his gaze in another direction. "And for the picture frame as well."

His limbs tugged at the chains, firing off the rattling sound as he cocked a head at Dominic. "So, do I get released? Because even for breaking a picture frame, the severity of punishment doesn't seem to correlate.
 
Dominic listened quietly. So something had triggered and issue buried deep within his pet then, and he couldn't quite shake the feeling it had been his own doing. The vampire shook his head silently, "You do not owe me an apology for when things get beyond your control...only for when you are in control and insist on misbehaiving, little wolf," he said with a slightly teasing tone trying to help Ethan back from whatever had the other man mumbling and not meeting his gaze. He hated it, hated the way the werewolf seemed cowed and regretful.

The slight brushing of their fingers together, the first touch between them that Ethan had instigated gave him a slight flare of hope that all had not been undone over this moment. With a small smile he arched an eyebrow when he heard the chains rattling, his dark blue gaze looking at the restraints and sensing the werewolf's disapproval in being chained to the vampires bed. The vampire straightened with a mild shrug, "They were put on, as I said, as a measure of caution should you wake up violent or unsure of your surroundings," he hummed with a slight nod at the leather fastenings. He wanted to tighten the chains, restrict his arms even more so they were forced out and pulled taut, leaving the werewolf's body exposed and vulnerable to his advances.

Dominic grit his teeth silently, body burnin with arousal as he felt that desire to throw the other man down and simply take him, to bite him and mark that sun kissed flesh as his own. With a brief shake of his head he knew now was not the best of times for the werewolf, and that any advancements would most likely be spurned due to wharever the man had been through. He could wait, bite his tongue and edge along at least until that fire returned again, until Ethan was more himself.
 
Wearily, Ethan pushed himself up, the slack in the chains granting him with enough ability to shift around the bed, but not get off of it. At least it was better than being in a cramped cage, he figured, and although the animal in him was desperate for freedom, he was too tired to act on it, his body taking a heavy toll from the day. From the vampire’s words, it seemed that the bindings weren’t anything but a precautionary, and for some reason, the wolf believed that Dominic had no other intentions.

With his mind a bit clearer now, he took a moment to look around the room, scoffing at all of the ornate fixtures before his eyes settled down on the assortment of fruits on the bed stand next to them, his face crinkling at the sight. He had no interest in produce right now, his tastes on actual sustenance that would revitalize him. Ethan did, however, reach over for the decanter of water, emptying it down his throat as he felt the cold rush through inside of him, quenching his parched body. The wolf just needed rest, one free of inner demons that had been ignoring him up until now, that left him alone because he gave them no reason to be haunted.

And so with the remaining strength he still owned—though frankly, wasn’t much—he moved himself over to the other side of the bed, sitting behind the vampire, as he brought his chained wrist up and placed it over the creature’s lap. The touch had somehow relaxed him, even without it being skin-to-skin, he could still feel the calming coolness that Dominic had emitted. His eyelids grew heavy, his body beginning to slouch as he let out a low hum. “Just…shut up and remove them,” he said in a final breath of consciousness, his eyes finally closing as his body leaned over onto the vampire’s sturdy back, the werewolf falling asleep.
 
He felt the warmth of Ethan's body as the werewolf shifted to sit behind him and draped his still chained wrist over Dominic's lap before passing out, breath becoming even and steady. With a gentle frown the vampire's long pale fingers worked the fastenings and lock to release his wrist from its confines. Dominic shifted and moved slowly to pull him into his lap, cradling the exhausted body of the were as he worked the other wrist free.

With gentle slow motions, Dominic used his strength to hold the werewolf close before moving them up the bed, laying down with Ethan as he positioned their bodies together. He lay Ethan on his side before curling is own form around the tan skin and warm naked form of the werewolf, pressing the cool of his own chest along the heat of Ethan's back. Dominic tucked his nose against the nape of the other man's neck inhaling the scent of that intoxicating blood as he calmly worked control over his desires to lean in and pierce the skin and take another taste. His arms locked around Ethan, one around his chest the other slung low about his hips, dragging their bodies together tightly.

Dominic listened to his pet's gentle breathing as Ethan slept, debating leaving to get the man something to eat, remembering with amusement the way he had curled his nose up at the fruit. Deciding better of hit he stayed, holding the werewolf to him tightly as he slept, the vampire himself remaining wide awake as he waited for the other man to recover settling down and shifting, silently wishing he had thought to take of his pants before laying them down so he could be more comfortable. Ah well, simple things.
 
It had been several hours before Ethan finally stirred awake, on his side as his eyes opening slowly as he let out a long exhale. Though remaining still, his gaze shifted around, thinking that he was supposed to be in a cave somewhere, a temporary home, only to remind himself that he had been taken, sold. The events of the last few days still weighed heavily on his mind, though his concerns were no longer on being captured, but rather, his captor. A part of him hated how the vampire managed to worm his way into Ethan's mind, disrupting everything he thought he knew about himself. Never before would he ever allow such a creature to be near him for this amount of time, and as the wolf began to shift his body, he stopped, feeling the cool arms wrap around his warm torso, the embrace showing off the stark contrasts of their skin.

Ethan turned his arms down, unsure of whether to push them away or hold onto them closely, when his mind stopped on something else. The binds around his wrists were removed, granting him free movement. And with the vampire up against his back, the wolf was unsure if Dominic would sense it or not, but he had to act now. The time they spent together would have to mean nothing; they were mortal enemies, with generations of war in their histories, and the were couldn't afford to let the opportunity pass. Not to mention he was a collared slave, and it was his desire to be free that motivated him into acting.

With a swift motion, he turned himself around, letting out a snarl as he forced his opened hand into the vampire's neck, his claws clenching down on the pale skin as the other grabbed the other's wrist and pinned it down on the bed. Hesitation flickered in his eyes for a brief second before his brows furrowed and his muscles tensed up. "I told you I would kill you," he finally said after a short moment of silence.
 
The slow rise to conciousness in the other had Dominic remaining still as he waited for Ethan to become awake and aware of his surroundings. He sensed more than saw the hesitation in the werewolf's body once Ethan seemed to realize he was only ensnared by Dominic's arms rather than actual restraints. What came next was expected as he found himself flipped onto his back, his dark blue gaze meeting blood red as his arm was pinned over his head and a hand was gripping around his pale throat while the werewolf loomed over him. "Interesting move, little wolf. Though if you want a chance to top on occasion all you need to do is ask," he said in a calm voice, the teasing tone staining his words.

That moment of uncertainty in Ethan's eyes though, was the fracture, the fissure he could use to break the man above him apart and he let a slow sharp smile slip over his features as he held the were's crimson gaze as he lay benesth the man completely relaxed as if at ease. "Ah, so this is about a threat to my life rather than a desire for switching our predetermined roles?" He hummed as if contemplating the words Ethan spoke as he flashed a pair of sharp teeth at the werewolf when Dominics smile broadened into something darker. "And if you remember correctly, Ethan," he said, all but purring the other man's name. "I warned you what would happen if you acted on your little threats."

Dominic's unpinned hand reached up and his fingers latched around the silver collar, using his grip to yank the other man down closer so their faces were an inch apart. "I was merely trying to accommodate your request for some freedom, obviously this has been a mistake on my part. One chance, little wolf to let go and I will consider chalking this up to an exhausted lack of judgement on your part and spare you punishment. Think carefully on it..." he murmured as he smirked darkly, voice remaining calm as he maintained the image of perfect ease.
 
If there was any doubt residing in Ethan's mind about what he had just done, it had all evaporated as the vampire looked at him smugly, fear absent in the response. It irritated the wolf to have his threat not taken seriously, even more so when he thought back to the times when the other had gotten the one-up over him. Ethan let out a low growl, a natural response to anything that tested his already thin patience as his claws pinched into the male's neck. His grip was firm, even as Dominic pulled him in, and refused to pull away his glare as he challenged the strikingly blue eyes with his own.

Ethan felt the steadiness of the vampire's breath against his face as he was pulled in close, and his jaw clenched. Never before had he ever felt such intensity until he was around this male, his own adrenaline levels spiking as kept his weight on top of Dominic. The air itself was heavy with fury and lust, both so pungent that even a werewolf like Ethan had difficulty in distinguishing. With his groin pressed up against Dominic's, Ethan was unaware of the building arousal, though his body wasn't. His exposed malehood twitched, brushing up against the vampire's body, but the wolf was too focused. He had one goal when he was first captured, and that was to enact revenge, taking out all those involved. Ethan certainly wasn't going to let his own confusing desires take precedence, even if the last several hours had been somewhat bearable if not decent. "I don't need you to spare me anything, and my mind has never been more clear," he snarled low, revealing his teeth. The veins on his arms grew prominent as he kept his hand wrapped around the vampire's neck, his chestnut hair returning to its messy state as it hung over his forehead.

With a predatory roar, Ethan shifted his body over, using the leverage to swing his arm and sending Dominic towards the wall. Regardless of whether or not the vampire connected or caught himself before that, the wolf hunched his body down as if he was going after his prey and jumped off of the bed, launching himself onto the pale-skinned male.
 
Dominic felt his grin broaden as the werewolf growled, the challenge of authority becoming clear even before his pet spoke those condemning words as was the other man's arousal despite the aggression. The viciousness of the throw sent Dominic flying off the bed and he hit the wall nearby hard, denting the dark painted plaster before he fell to the ground collapsing into a low crouch in time to see the werewolf launch himself from the bed towards him.

Dominic moved to the side quickly, a broad hand lashing out as he slipped out of the werewolf's way with inhuman speed and accuracy to grab Ethan's wrist, twisting it as he used the momentum from the lunge to sling the wolf into the wall he had just been thrown against only a moment before. He quickly caught the other wolf's other wrist in his free hand, pining them both against the wall on either side of Ethan's head, using his own pale body to force the heated tan one against the flat surface at the wolfs back.

Dominic's sharp grin took on a lethal, predatory edge as he felt their hips slot together, a primal snarl leaving his own throat as he flashed his sharp teeth at the werewolf. "Well, well, well..." he purred, hips shifting slightly against the hard length of arousal he felt pressing against him. His eyes flicked down, full of amusement before they came back up to lock onto Ethan, "Through all that bite and snarl, someone seems a bit heated." Dominic rocked his hips forward, grinding his own hips against Ethan's in a rough sharp drag that forced him back against the wall.

The lust was singing in his veins, the dominant side in him screaming to throw the werewolf over the edge of his bed or desk and just grab Ethan by that mess of hair and claim him. The haze of those thoughts had him rutting his hips against Ethan's again, the motion driving a hiss from Dominic's lips as his smirk grew. "Come now little wolf, that all the fight you have in you," he taunted, goading the other man with his words.
 
Ethan let out a harsh breath as he found himself stuck in the locked position, feeling the weight of the vampire's body up against him. He tried to move his arms, though they were caught in the firm grip, and with his powers being limited from that damned collar, he was unable to free himself. As he shifted, he could feel the vampire's arousal against him that only fired up his own, the firmness pushing into the slot of his ass. He let out a throaty gnarr, enraged that Dominic was still able to toy with him and easily gain the upper hand.

His muscles tightened at the taunt, his back tensing up as he tried to pull away from the vise that the vampire had on him, but again, it was no use. His body felt hot, sandwiched between the wall and the pale chest as he tried to look for alternative ways to break out. It wasn't until he looked down and noticed that his legs were free, and if he'd generate enough momentum, might give him the advantage. "Oh, I've got plenty more," he gruffed, pushing back at the vampire to give him some space as his feet dug into the walls, climbing upward, his body bending as he flipped over and took Dominic with him. Easily landing back on his feet, his body pivoted as he swung the airborne vampire back onto the bed, letting out a possessive howl over his prey as he followed suit, throwing his body on top of Dominic as he pinned the male with his weight. His hands reached for both wrists and held them down onto the mattress, his body hovering over the other.

Barring his fangs, he couldn't help but grin from the thrill of the action, his chest covered in a coat of sweat as he finally thought he'd subdue the male. Meanwhile, all of that adrenaline mixed with arousal and aggression had manifested itself physically, evident through the erection hanging between his legs. Though unaware, his attention was entirely on the vampire as he growled in perceived victory. "Still think I'm making little threats?"
 
Dominic could have laughed at the rush of adrenaline that seemed to coat the air, intoxicating and addictive, he felt his arousal, his excitement spike. Dominic's back hit the bed, the admiration and pride in his pets ability to throw him and attempts to subdue him striking up a chord of respect within the vampire. The werewolf's arousal at this point was as obvious visually as his own and he raised an eyebrow when he found himself tackled, wrists pinned to the bed as looked up at Ethan, impressed.

"I never claimed your threats were little," he reasoned idly with a slow smile. Dominic lay there for a moment, blue eyes scanning over the muscular tan body over him. "I merely labeled you as little wolf," he purred. He arched his body upwards to grind against the werewolf to try and force his attentions towards the arousal hanging heavily between Ethan's legs.

"And while this has been fun," he said with a sharp flash of teeth and smirk, "I think the what I have in mind to do to you will be a lot more fun to achieve for us both than whatever you may be intending for me right now with your threats." With that Dominic allowed his hips to drop back to the bed before he curled his clothed legs up, using the space Ethan had left between their bodies as a buffer to press his shins against the werewolf's body before flipping Ethan off so he fell against the mattress on his back.

Sitting up he reached out and grabbed the tan man by an ankle, dragging him back in, his free hand grabbing the restraints to rebind the werewolves wrists, ratcheting the chains shorter so the man would be tightly bound to the bed and unable to move as easily.
 
The slide of the vampire's groin up against his had caught the wolf unaware, sending waves of sensation throughout his body as his body shuddered automatically in response. The shameless act was successful in diverting his attention, and in a blink their positions were switched, and Ethan found himself immobilized. His head jerked towards his bound limbs, looking back up to Dominic, his eyes soaked with rage. Ethan failed to notice that Dominic had shortened the length of the chains severely, only realizing so when he tried to reach up and claw at the male. Arms yanking at the chains, the veins along his forearms and biceps revealed themselves, trailing up to his neck as he let out a guttural roar as he lifted his head as much as he could, finding himself short of distance as he snapped at the vampire.


"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His muscles were taut as he snarled viciously, his mouth opened as if he was waiting for the moment to bite off the vampire's head. Though his erection never failed to subside in his compromised position, as if it had a mind of its own. Nevertheless, he tried to break out of the spread-eagle, his body thrashing as he glared at the man lying over him, his temper rising at the smug look. "Let me out of here so I can wipe that grin off of your fucking face," he demanded, his body breathing heavily as beads of sweat rolled off of his tanned chest.
 
Dominic leaned in, cool breath ghosting over Ethan's lips as he shifted his body, legs moving so instead of straddling the werewolf's naked hips he could instead slip his legs between the other man's forcing the dark haired werewolf's thighs apart. The vampire settled between Ethan's legs, and let out a low growl of his own when he felt his own clothed hips slide against the werewolf's heatedly.

The fabric of his pants had become tight, constrictive, and Dominic slipped a hand down, brushing against Ethan's length before unfastening his pants just enough to pull out his own arousal, before he bore down on the sunkissed body beneath him, grinding their now bare groins together in a hot slick drag. When their heated flesh made contact for the first time, Dominic couldn't help the heated snarl that tore through his lips in enjoyment as he rutted slowly against the man currently at his mercy beneath him. He continued the subtle rocking motions, sliding their lengths together at each pass and dragging their sensitive flesh together with his continued motions.

A broad pale hand came down to graze over those gorgeous hips before grasping a globe of the other man's rear, nails digging into the firm flesh as he forced Ethan's hips up against his as he continued grinding against the man beneath him, knowing the rough fabric of his pants would be rubbing against the sensitive skin of Ethan's inner thighs with each shallow roll of their hips. Dominic's other hand came up to grasp firmly at that dark brown hair, forcing the werewolf's head back as he dropped his mouth onto Ethan's neck, lips teeth and tongue trailing over the flesh of the werewolf's throat. "You want out this time," he said against the warm flesh of Ethan's neck, "You find a way to get yourself free. You don't have a say in things unless you earn it, little wolf."
 
Ethan tightened his jaw as he felt those claws dig into the round of his ass, his body involuntarily jerking upwards and pushing his pelvis into the other, their arousals meeting. He let out a quiet shudder as the other combed through his thick hair, claiming it, as a warm tongue traced over the veins in his neck. The wolf let out a low growl, dripping in lust as his body shamelessly responded to the vampire's advances. His eyes traveled down the soft blonde hair, following the dip of the male's back as it curved up to tease at a firm behind. But the wolf gave a heavy exhale, trying to silence the desire in him, tugging on the chains as he remained helpless underneath the vampire.

"Let me out of this," he gruffed, though there was a distinct lack of resolution in his voice, his tone weaker. It was as if he was feeding off of Dominic's lust that laid heavily in the air, injecting it with his own as well. The warning hum in his voice teetered between aggression and craving, and it wasn't long before his hips gyrated upwards, the area lightly trembling as it felt the coarse fabric against his bare skin.
 
Dominic could hear the tremor of uncertainty in the werewolf's voice and it has him growling dominantly, the hand in Ethan's hair tightening as he pulled away from the other man's neck and jerked the other man's head back further to fully leave his neck bare to him. His mouth fucking watered at the expanse of sunkissed skin and Dominic found himself wanting to just flip the other man, bury himself into that tempting firm ass that had been teasing and bury his teeth into that neck while he simply took what he wanted. It took a few slow breaths to steady himself, perhaps next time it would be a rush of movement and flurry of thirst and lust. Dominic's first time with his pet would be filled with pleasure so Ethan would be left wanting more.

"I won't be letting you out of this, little wolf," he said, blue eyes roaming over the body beneath him as he set his free hand down on the center of his chest, nails dragging slowly over the tan skin, leaving light red trails behind them, careful not to break the skin. He released Ethan's hair then as his mouth followed the trail of those fingers, tongue slipping over the lines as he took his time trailing his lips down over the other man's muscled torso. He traced every hard line of muscle, teeth grazing occasionally in sharp head drags over delicious skin. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, arousal and that mouthwatering oil he used to scent the bath and wash the werewolf with. It was quickly becoming a favorite.

As he moved lower Dominic's hips were forced away from Ethan's, leaving the man's exposed and heated arousal to the mercy of the cool air before the vampire's hard abdomen and chest began dragging over it as he slid his body further down. Dominic paused when he came to Ethan's hips, hands coming up to hold the other man firmly down against the mattress to prohibit any movements. Dominic's cool tongue lapped languidly at the very base of his abdomen, just an inch or so above the small nestle of dark hair surrounding his pet's arousal. Dominic's teeth grazed over flesh, pinching the delicate skin between his teeth as he suckled the skin, pulling off after he sucked a claiming mark into the man's flesh that would bruise.

Dark blue eyes glanced upwards with a dark smirk as he arched an eyebrow at his trapped pet, licking his lips at the image of Ethan's arms chained, the rise and fall of his chest littered with soft scratches, the hips caught in his grip, pinned against the black satin sheets.
 
Ethan stilled his breath, his eyes unable to pull away at the male teasing at his lower abdomen. He let out a subtle hiss when the tip of those fangs marked his tanned skin, and felt his shoulders stiffen up at the tinge of pain that hovered when Dominic finally pulled those pale lips away. It was a weird experience for him, being the one subdued, under the mercy of someone else, and yet, he wasn't opposed to it. The wolf had given up on trying to break free, not out of acceptance in his compromised position or no longer wanting freedom, but rather in being entirely immersed in what the vampire was doing to him, and how his body welcomed it. All he could hear was the sound of his pounding heart, probably directing blood to his stiffening arousal.

The wolf gritted his teeth, but no longer was there the fire of anger and rage, more so a completely different fire altogether. His nose twitched and his eyes flared at Dominic, wanting to be satisfied and yet couldn't bring himself to admit it. "What makes you think I'll just wait for you to free me," he scoffed, tugging on the chains.
 
"If you want to escape," he said softly, eyes dark as he lowered his lips to ghost over the other man's hard arousal. "Then by all means, little wolf, go ahead and try to break free," he hummed, the cold breath of his words skittering over Ethan's cock before he closed the distance between his mouth and his pets member. He traced the ridges and lines with a cool wet tongue, occasionally pressing soft teasing kisses along his shaft, working the other man up with the barely there sweeps of his tongue and slide of his lips before he leaned on, sealing his mouth over the head. With a soft growl he sucked, tongue swirling around before he lowered his mouth, bobbing his head and sinking an inch lower with each pass.

Dominic hummed hungrily, around the werewolf's arousal, his slow steady bobbing, continuously swallowing down more until his nose was pressed against those dark curls, opening his throat to the accept the other man deeper. Dominic pulled back then until just the tip was resting against his tongue again before he engulfed the other man quickly, bobbing his head now from tip to root in a slow deliberate deep pace as his mouth suctioned around Ethan with each pass.
 
A shudder echoed throughout the werewolf's body as he felt those lips wrap around his throbbing erection, his body unable to do anything other than receive. He let out a deep growl, clenching his eyes tightly as his breathing picked up and he felt the wave of pleasure when the warm mouth descended. Looking down, he could see the drying trail that the tongue had left, and the spot where Dominic had marked him was already becoming beautiful shades of reds and purples. He felt his body heating up, more so than it usually was, and the wolf couldn't help but let out a deep moan.


Just like how he had seen the vampire in the bath, the light skin contrasting his darker tones, hard muscles that accentuated the male figure, he felt his resolve weaken to almost nothing more than a horny pup. "S-Shit," he rasped, opening his eyes to see Dominic continuing lower and lower, the sight of the pale-skinned vampire nestled in his coarse fur only making him even harder. Ethan wanted nothing more than to break out of those chains, fist his hand in those blond locks, and use that mouth to his satisfaction. But to be immobile, to be stripped of domination, infuriated him, especially when it was with a creature like Dominic. His hips tried to jab upwards, consumed by lust and a need for completion, but his bound limbs only granted so much in terms of movement.

Another moan escaped again as he threw his head back onto the pillow. "Christ, Dominic," he hissed. "If you're trying to get me to," he bit down his bottom lip, "submit, it ain't gonna work."
 
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