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Tristan had never really had a major moral battle going on in his head. To him, things were the way they were for a reason. Vampires were at the top of the social order because they deserved to be there. They were more sophisticated and deserving than any of the other races. Lycans were in the middle because they could work. They were worth something and could take a beating in the process. And humans were at the very bottom of things. They couldn't fight off a lycan, let alone a vampire. There had been a long history of violence between the races. Odds were equal at first, but then chaos ensued, and vampires took the lead. It had been that way for at least two centuries. Which was enough to make a very good and efficient system of things.

Humans were captured, lycans were enslaved, and vampires were in charge. It was better this way. Human's morals would get in the way of making decisions. Lycans were quick to anger. But vampires had everything down perfect. Most were calm and quiet, and kept their emotions and values to themselves. That was if they even had any.

And Tristan had very few. His parents had instilled next to nothing in his brain, except for the fact that he deserved anything that he wanted, and that he could very easily get it. But he was intelligent too. He knew that life wasn't all about objects and power and control. But he knew that those things were a big part of life. He wasn't going to get into a frivolous battle with himself about how he would react if he were in a lycan's position, because to him they were really dogs. Their outlook on everything was completely different.

Vampires saw in color. Lycans saw in black and white. In a metaphorical sense at least. That was how Tristan understood it.

Two completely different worlds. And none of them were really that important to Tristan, so he didn't bother. He was an entitled brat. One with wavy blonde -almost gold- hair that fell to his shoulders which was more than often pulled back behind his head. His build was lean, like most of the vampires were. Most of them had extreme self control, so it was odd to find one with a heavier build. But with this leanness he still looked quite intimidating. Perhaps it was the daunting way with which he held himself. Proud and strong. His eyes were also a haunting shade of a darker blue, which contrasted with the light color of his skin.

He let out a growl and collapsed on an expensive looking antique sofa, glancing up at the mural on the ceiling. It had been painted there before he was born, and he was getting quite bored of it. Like most of the things in this house. Now a sigh escaped his plush lips at the thought of his own boredom. Those blue eyes of his rolled and he crossed his long legs over each other. He was wearing a pair of tight black pants that went down to the middle of his shins and a long sleeved white shirt that was halfway unbuttoned, his arms reclining back on the couch.

"Kendan."

He expected a response right away. The lycan wasn't exactly his person servant, because Tristan hadn't wanted a personal servant. It would be too... Personal. He didn't want some incompetent thing getting in his way all the time. Instead he asked his parents for somebody that could be available to him at all times. Kendan wasn't a personal servant but he sure as hell was close enough.
 
[And Krys loves Alex very, very much! ;D]

Standing off at the entrance to the room was Tristan's shadow, the Lycan servant called Kendan. He stood poised, seemingly perched on the tips of his toes and yet relaxed at the same time, his dark purple eyes narrowed as he watched his master mull lazily about the room. Of course, he was paid no attention to, which was why he allowed such a dark expression to be present on his face. Although his master was a beauty, and more than pleasing to the eye, it seemed as though all Kendan wanted to do was waste the Vampire.

In reality, that was all he wanted to do. He could just envision it now: he would dig his claws into that pale, thin neck. He would crush the Vampire's useless windpipe, rip apart the unbleeding flesh and feel the crackle of Tristan's spinal cord against the palms of his hands. Such brutality he lusted for, even though he knew that such treatment wouldn't ultimately kill the Vampire. No, only a stake through the heart would do that, and Kendan swore it-- when the time came, he would have a stake in Tristan's heart. He would have the pleasure of hearing the Vampire's screams, of seeing his face contort, of sensing his death.

Though, such fantasy never left Kendan's mind-- not only in the sense that he never expressed it, but in the sense in which he thought about it daily. Such a fact was ironic, seeing as how Vampires believed Lycans to be quick-tempered, rash fools. In many ways they were. But first and foremost they were wolves, and wolves hunted in packs. Single one out and they would never show their true nature-- put them together and they were a force to be feared. Although the first generation of Vampires had known this, their memories seemed to have waned over the centuries.

Which was why Kendan knew that although this day, nor the next day, nor the next week, would not be the day on which he would see his master's demise, he knew that it would be soon. There were whispers of groups forming, resistance to the Vampire's lordship over the Lycan. And while such groups were small-- an escaped slave here, or there-- they were growing, which offered hope to Kendan and the rest of his people. Because even a small group of wolves could take down a prey much larger than themselves.

However, when Kendan's name was called he was torn out of his fantasy and back into the real world, where he was still a slave to a brattish Vampire boy and freedom was still only whispers, not cries. The tall Lycan stepped forward, up to the couch, and revealed himself in the improved lighting. He was tanned-skinned naturally, and his hair was a dark chesnut brown. Under the swaddling of a slave he had powerfully formed muscles, though his build was still sleek and stream-lined; wolfish. His step was keen and his face alert, although once he stepped up to his master the alertness melted into obedient placidness.

"Yes, master?" Kendan intoned. His voice was deep, rich, and gruff-- almost like a growl, though there was no menacing qualities. There was potential for it, however. "How may I be of service?"

His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes rested on the form of the Vampire to whom he was speaking but, as trained, he never looked at the other's pretty face. Kendan had seen it enough, and there was no denying that his master's looks were striking. They had been ever since the pair were young teens. That was when Kendan was taken on as a personal slave to Tristan, before they both had hit maturing age. Even then they had been night and day-- Kendan as dark as they come and Tristan light-coloured and ethereal. The roles were horridly reversed. Kendan was still a creature of the day, and although he'd never seen the sun he'd heard stories, and longed for it. Tristan was undead. A cold thing, fit only for the grave.

Kendan would make sure he made it there.
 
[Alex loves Krys more. D<]

It was always comforting to Tristan to know that Kendan was always nearby. It also set him off sometimes as well. Although he liked being the brat he was, with the privileges he had, he did not like sitting under the spotlight constantly. Which was why he liked the Lycan to be nearby, but always distant. That, and there were certain psychological aspects to it too. Tristan was used to being ignored by his parents, but at one point when he was younger he had been attached. He realized later on, in his early teens, that attachment only meant pain. So he tried to distance himself as much as he could, even from servants. Even if that somebody meant nothing to him.

Just as Kendan did.

Although the Lycan wasn't considered a person to Tristan, he still had those features. Ones that the Vampire couldn't deny that he liked. The toned muscles and handsome looking face. He had come to the conclusion that part of the reason he liked Kendan's look so much was that he was jealous. Why could he not be muscular and shaped like that? It seemed most Vampires looked slim and weak, but Tristan wanted to show his power in an outward way.

"Kendan, sit down next to me."

It was not a request, it was an order. The Vampire moved his feet which had been outstretched on the couch to touch the ground, giving the Lycan plenty of space to sit down next to him. He admired just about every aspect of Kendan, his unemotional expressions to his complete obedience. And it was for this that Tristan wanted to study him.

"Take off your shirt and pants and sit down."

Although study might not be the right word.
 
[. . .You're probably right. DD:]

The request for Kendan to sit down struck the servant as odd-- usually Tristan's tasks were mundane and self-centered, but for the spoilt child to ask him to sit? It was unusual, and unsettling. Kendan's first instinct was to bristle, to put himself on guard and resist the order of his master, but he knew that such resistance would only end in trouble. There wasn't any need for unnecessary trouble. Kendan wanted to lie as low as possible, so when the liberating day came, he could snatch it up. . .

However, the enlongated order to take off his clothing and then sit down, well, that did put Kendan on his toes. His pupils dialated and his lips tensed, outwardly showing a bit of discomfort with the order. Whatever Tristan was looking for, well, it didn't seem very good at all. Not at all.

Still, Kendan's de-clawed hands raised to loosen the ties of his shirt, his eyes focused no where in particular as his hands then tugged the shirt over his head. Once it was off, the smooth expanse of his tanned skin, covering defined, rippling muscles, could be seen. His dusky nipples were peaked, though whether it was because of the eternal night's chill or because of Kendan's discomfort, one would not know.

After his shirt was dropped to the ground, his hand rested on his pant's clasp, which he hesitated at before also unfastening it. His pants slipped to the floor and he easily stepped out of them, then moved to sit next to his master complacently. His face had solidified into stone.

"Yes, master?" This time, a slight growl was in his voice.
 
[D:]

It was true. Tristan never showed interest in anybody's comfort but his own. If there was an order out of him barked at Kendan, it was likely for Tristan's own benefit. Well, that's what servants were for, wasn't it? He could feel a slight hesitance from Kendan, and it irritated him. But he'd never asked such a thing from the Lycan before, so it was only to be expected. It wasn't like Tristan was going to hurt Kendan or anything.

... Much.

He saw the slight difference in the Lycan and smirked. However, still he could feel that hesitance, and it only turned up the dial on his annoyance. Tristan was feeling exceptionally nice today however, so he decided not to take his anger out on the other male. No, he'd take something else out on Kendan...

There was an obvious pleasure that shown on Tristan's face when Kendan took off his shirt. Who wouldn't show signs of happiness when they looked at -that-? Those defined muscles... And they seemed tensed too. Tensed with uncomfortable thoughts, no doubt. And Tristan was intent on fulfilling those uncomfortable thoughts that were bouncing around in Kendan's head.

The Vampire leaned over, now propped up on his knees. He drew his face close to the Lycan's, to the side of it, near his ear. His hand turned Kendan's chin slightly to face him. The Vampire's tongue darted out to flick over that fluttery artery in the Lycan's neck. Then again it passed over the flesh, but paused there, just so he could really feel it. The occasional increase in speed... It was all so delicious. Alive. Unlike how Tristan felt rotting in this damn house with nothing to do but attend dull parties with people just as dead as he.

"How does it feel, hmmn?" A finger traced over that same spot this time, but then was lead down by the muscles, then to Kendan's clavicle and finally his chest. "To be alive, to feel blood pump through your veins?"

His pale hand splayed out over the muscles of Kendan's abdomen. They then traced back up to pinch harshly at one of those dark nipples. "Hhn? Do you feel vulnerable?" He asked softly, nipping at the lobe of the Lycan's ear.
 
[I'm kidding baby! xDD]

No, in Kendan's many years of serving Tristan, the spoilt Vampire had never tried anything such as this. However, the Lycan realized he was a fool to think anything of it. Tristan was merely toying with him, and he knew it full-well, because he knew the blonde's nature. It was in the Vampire's blood, it seemed, to be eternally bored-- an ailment that he forever sought a cure for, though none was ever found. This teasing was just a new sort of game, one which that would pass, like all other things, from Tristan's dead life.

Kendan knew that he must ignore the humiliation, and focus on keeping himself in check. A silly game would not ruin his personal chances at escaping, at returning to the pack, at seeing the little blonde dead at his hands. He refused.

Though, when Tristan leaned in close there was a spike in his scent and Kendan wanted desperately to growl and push him away. Instead, his muscles tensed and his eyelashes fluttered despite himself. Because no matter how uncomfortable he was, the touch of a cold tongue to his sensetive neck created a pleasurable feeling. One that he shouldn't be recieving from his master. The Lycan touched his tongue to a concealed fang, his eyes narrowing as he knew that the Vampire could feel his pulse speed.

The wandering hand made Kendan suck in a breath ever so quickly, and the harsh pinch to his sensitive nipple sent his teeth grinding, but still the servant kept his place, keeping his eye on the goal. He kept his thoughts submissive, and his reply followed suit, "Yes, master."

His mind was screaming for Tristan to fall over dead.
 
This was true. Tristan went through phases. Before he'd messed with countless other servants. Not in a sexual way, but just in ways that might piss the servants off or frustrate them. He had always thought that was funny, but he was growing older now, and it was becoming more bothersome and less mature of him to take on these things. So he'd thought of another thing that he could do to make up for it. Another little game he could play to keep himself entertained. And so far, with only these few seconds passed, he thought it was great.

Though a lack of response from Kendan would piss him off, if the Lycan was intent on keeping things that way.

"Nnh... Really now? Isn't it funny then, that you look so much better off than me if we were pitted in a fight, that there's only one way that it would end for me? I could kill you easily, so many different possibilities, but you could only take care of me with one thing..."

The fact that Kendan seemed even more uncomfortable was funny to Tristan. Another dangerous smirk crossed his plush lips, and the vampire leaned closer. "Mmn. Must be frustrating? Tell me how you feel Kendan, tell me everything. Your pains, your woes..." He nipped the other's neck, prompting him as his hand moved down again, this time cupping his crotch. He squeezed there too, showing him that it was not a request, but an order that he was asking of the other.
 
Truth. Every word that came flowing from Tristan's lips was truth. If they were in a fight, the Lycan could be killed in a myriad ways-- he was undoubtedly mortal. However, Kendan knew that Vampires had nerves just as the living did. Although they could not breathe, they could feel pain. It was a fact that many Vampires let sip their minds in their pretentiousness. Pain stuns the body. So while Kendan could only kill Tristan by harming his heart, Kendan could break his ribs and limbs and leave him lying in tortured pain, until death was a mercy.

That's what he planned on doing, too.

Kendan's eyes narrowed in a dangerous manner as he felt the hand move down, and once the cold, long-fingered limb cupped his crotch he breathed in sharply. His mind was reeling, not exactly knowing how to respond to his master's order. His pains? His woes? Did he deny having such ailments? Or did he speak his mind at his master's request? What would either answer result in?

The Lycan shifted on the couch, ever so slightly, his muscles twitching and rippling. His eyes stayed unfocused.

"Your wandering hands at the moment, master," Kendan growled.
 
Tristan didn't like to lie. Unless there would be some kind of reward for it. But everyone was that way. So of course he was telling the truth about Kendan. He was tormenting him, making the larger bodied Lycan feel weak, because it made him feel more powerful. And this checked off two of Tristan's likes. He was dominant in the situation, and the spotlight wasn't completely on him. He was focusing it on the other, making Kendan think about himself. And it was turning out wonderful, especially as the Vampire could feel the other's anger radiating off of him.

"Wouldn't it be nice though, to kill me?"

It rang out like a song in the room. Tristan had a pleasant voice, though it was soft and at times sly. "After all the things I've put you through, all the shame and the ways I've mistreated you. I'm sure you crave for nothing more than to hurt me, kill me. And you're so angry you can't. Because if you do something like that you'd be just as terrible as me. So you're looking for the right moment. It must be so difficult, hmm?"

He leaned forward and nipped at Kendan's neck, rubbing his fingers over the other's clothed crotch more severely this time, until he slipped his hand under them altogether. Of course he'd thought about how the Lycan must have felt. But there were more animalistic undertones in Kendan's way of thinking of course. Kendan was not similar to him.

"Now now. Stop moving so much dear."

Tristan moved his face up, nipping harshly at Kendan's bottom lip before he sucked on it in an almost apologetic way. His fingers became more playful, and wrapped around Kendan's now half hard shaft. "Nnh. Your body seems to like me, doesn't it?" His icy blue eyes looked straight at Kendan's face, and he used his spare hand to turn the other's chin sharply.

"Look at me."
 
Yes! Came the screamed reaction from Kendan's brain when Tristan mused on how nice it would be to kill him. Oh, the Lycan didn't even know why he lusted after the little blonde's blood like he did anymore, but the lust had become second nature, and he didn't guess at it. He figured the want for the Vampire's death was because the boy was a spoilt brat, and a manipulative one at that. But was that really a reason to kill somone?

Kendan narrowed his eyes when Tristan began guessing at the Lycan way of thought. The Vampire's cockiness was nauseating. It wasn't anger that held Kendan back from killing his master, and it wasn't the anticipation of guilt, either. The Lycan sniggered, breaking his own mast for a moment to murmur, "I'm just waiting for the full moon, Master." The words came out in a growl, and his eyes laced with gold as he felt his anger spike, then cool. His blood almost boiled over, but once more simmered on low, though Tristan's wandering hands really were not helping. . .

When his bottom lip was nipped and then sucked on, Kendan jerked his head back, though he was then stunned into submission by the Vampire's cool hand wrapping around his hot flesh. A quick pank left Kendan's lips as his mind swarmed with pleasure and his blood boiled with a different sort of warmth. His member couldn't help but respond, swelling under Tristan's touch. Yes. His body did like Tristan. . .

Kendan looked up at the blonde and bared a fang because of the force used to get his head up. The Lycan's eyes were purple veined with gold, and lusty. They searched Tristan's face, and his mind immediately wanted the Vampire to be naked as well, so he could drink in the pale flesh, so unlike his own. . .Strong eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Tristan's face, wondering why.
 
Honestly, Tristan hadn't made Kendan's life that hard. He'd actually been good compared to some of the Vampire's that kept servants. He didn't ask much of the Lycan anyway, only assistance here and there, with the smallest things. Most of the time he left Kendan to mull about and do his own things. But when Tristan did have Kendan around he usually involved the other in his plans. He'd tell him about attempts to annoy other Vampires or servants, but he'd never really expect or want an answer. Kendan was like a wall to him, something to talk to and not expect an answer from except maybe your own echo.

A very attractive, hot wall he couldn't help pressing his body against.

So really there was no reason for Kendan to want to kill him, because no doubt some of the other Vampires had probably annoyed the Lycan more. Tristan was just the one that Kendan was around the most. It wasn't really Tristan he hated so much, he hated the system. And Tristan was his closest and most familiar link to the system. At least, this was how Tristan thought that the Lycan was thinking.

Really, he would have been upset too if somebody thought he was so stupid that they could guess his thoughts. But Tristan didn't care, nor think the Lycan capable of such intelligence. Or he did, but he lied to himself to cover that up to make things easier. Even Tristan didn't know at this point, it had been so long since he'd started. And everything would have gone on fine like that too. Until Kendan opened his stupid mouth. This produced a loud growl from the Vampire's throat. A very threatening one.

"I will hear no threats from your mouth ever again, Kendan."

It was a very, very serious tone. And the extremely harsh squeeze to the Lycan's cock only emphasized this. After a moment of boring his very serious glare into Kendan's soul, he paused. His hand went back to its stroking, with a softer old this time, almost as if he realized he might do harm to his servant. That would be no fun.

"You have no such plans of mutiny." This was a statement more to affirm it in the Lycan's mind. The stroking continued, but he tightened his hold a little, just enough to make it pleasurable for Kendan, but altogether unsatisfying.
 
The growl only made a low growl of the Lycan's own bubble from his throat, though it was more out of surprise at the Vampire's reaction than any hostility. No, Kendan's mind was too clouded with pleasure to be truly hostile. The brunette, however, was soon overtaken with a sharp discomfort that made him whine, which trailed off into a snarl, and then faded into a whine once more. Though, the harsh grasp on his member quickly put him back into his place, much to his behest.

"Yes," Kendan panted, the gold fading from his eyes and the purple irises darkening substantially, "Yes, Master. No-- no threats."

Once the hand loosened its grip, Kendan breathed a sigh of relief and sunk one of his fangs into his bottom lip, worrying the flesh to distract himself from the pain in his nether regions. Once the smarting had gone down he pulled his fang back into his mouth, then licked over the slightly bloodied k-9.

"Of course not, Master," the Lycan submissively agreed, not wanting any more pain for hinting at his mutiny. The stroking was rekindling the fire in his blood, but he wanted more-- and he was certain that he wouldn't get more. He didn't even know if he wanted more from Tristan, the slimy little bastard. No, he wanted Tristan to rot in hell where Vampires belonged-- dead.
 
Tristan thought the Lycan cute, laying back like that, defenseless against his touches and words. How ironic that something so strong looking was at the mercy of lithe Tristan. The Vampire wasn't exactly weak looking, but he had this femininity to him that couldn't be denied. And the whine that left Kendan's throat only made Tristan grin ear to ear. Not because of the pain, but just because of the variety of expressions he'd managed to summon from Kendan's lips. He was a creator, staring lovingly at his created. Well, maybe not lovingly, but satisfied.

... Or not completely satisfied yet.

"Mm... Good boy. You just want to feel good, don't you?" He asked, giving the Lycan an occasional squeeze, just to show the difference between the pleasure and pain. This hadn't been planned out, but he liked the way it was playing out. He could instill so many things in the Lycan's brain this way. Like little passive aggressive notes slipped in between the crevices in Kendan's brain, only to pop up at the right moment should the Lycan need it. Mm. Perfect.

Seeing this opportunity, Tristan grinned and leaned in, sucking harshly at Kendan's lip. He really couldn't help himself. It was instinct. And he'd never tasted the blood of this particular Lycan, but he soon figured out he liked it. Usually Lycan's blood was a bit too gamey for his taste, although he knew many Vampire's that enjoyed it. Kendan's blood though... It was good. Delicious even.

"Do you want more?" The stroking increased it's pace, but not the hold, and Tristan's spare hand leapt to the side drawer. Within a second the stroking of Kendan had stopped, and he was busying himself with something else. This time he didn't wait for the Lycan to pull down his boxers, but instead pulled them down himself, leaving them at the other's ankles. He wasted no time at placing a lubed finger at Kendan's entrance, rubbing the liquid over it. The Vampire had considered the fact that maybe the Lycan would be displeased with this, and he had an alternative plan if that happened. In fact, he'd execute that plan whether it happened or not.
 
Good boy? Half of Kendan's brain protested that he wasn't a dog, and the other half whole-heartedly agreed that yes, he was a good boy and yes, he did want to feel good. He already felt really good, but he wanted more. Another whine escaped his lips, although this one was not pained, not at all. Instead, it expressed the lust that was flowing through the Lycan's whole body, overtaking him.

Once more, gold veins began to wind their way through Kendan's purple eyes before they closed momentarily in hazed pleasure as his lip was sucked on. What a tease. Kendan wanted a kiss, wanted some form of intimacy from his partner-- until he realized just who his partner was. Damn it. Why did his first fuck in who knew how long have to be from his slimy master? Sure, Kendan had fooled around with the other servants. Lycans were known to get quite needy around the time of the full moon. But lately, he had been consumed with thoughts of escape. And now he was paying the price by being caught in a web of pleasure.

"Ahn!" Kendan whimpered, then pushed his hips up into his master's hand, wanting more of the delicious friction, and even more of the pain. The slight change between the light stroking and the squeezes was just enough pain to be pleasurable, and it sent chills up the Lycan's spine, consuming his mind in need.

"Nnnnn, MaaaAAhaster. . .yes. Yes, Master," the Lycan dutifuly responded. However, while his pretty lips were calling out for more, he never expected what was to come. Kendan's eyes, which had turned mostly golden with vines of purple, narrowed and a slight growl escaped his lips as he felt a slicked finger rub across his entrance. He only subbed a few times in his life, and he would not for Tristan, no matter if the time was right or not to make his escape. If Tristan tried to fuck him, he would end this game and retaliate.

The growl was a warning.
 
Tristan knew that Kendan would want affections, attention. He wanted the physical pleasure that was coming his way. Kendan probably rarely left the grounds, and the pickings were sometimes slim around the manor. Not that the other servants were unpleasant, but some of them just didn't look completely... Satisfying. And this household was not one that hoarded servants. In fact, sometimes they had too few.

This was all very curious and new to Tristan, which was one of the reasons he was doing it. He'd had sex before, yes. But never with a Lycan. He thought most of them were too dirty to stick his dick into. But Kendan looked clean enough, he was also hot, which was a plus. And he could teach his personal servant a message during the entire experience. So the golden eyes he saw were most entrancing. And the desperate look in them only added to his interest in Kendan.

But the Lycan's eyes weren't the only thing that were giving away Kendan's desperateness. Seeing as how hateful the other had been only a moment ago, it just showed Tristan what kind of a male Kendan was. A natural male, one who had instincts. But also a male Lycan, which meant that his natural instincts to mate were probably doubled. This made Tristan smirk. Because the only person getting reamed tonight would be Kendan. The Lycan just didn't know it yet.

"Hnn? What're you going to do dear?" He asked with a wider smirk than before. "What's wrong?" Of course, he knew what was wrong. And while he enjoyed that hateful glare he was receiving, even worse than it had been before, he didn't want to wait and see just what would happen. The Vampire didn't move his right hand away from the other's entrance, but he moved his left one towards his mouth, and lifted his index finger to one of the sharp canines of his own. Within a second he had taken a nip at it, and there was a liquid dripping from it. The color of it exactly was hard to place, it was so dark. But it had a strange layer over the top of it, almost like oil mixed with water: multicolored, but that was barely noticeable on such a small scale.

With this one simple drop of blood he was extremely careful and forced it to Kendan's lips, dropping it on the other's tongue. Once he was sure that the Lycan had gotten a good taste of it the Vampire pulled away and brought the finger to his own lips. Within a second the little cut had disappeared.

Kendan would feel the results almost immediately. That small simple drop of blood was extremely potent with a lot of things. But it worked in odd ways. Since there was so little of it, it was extremely concentrated. Now a Vampire's blood is a curious thing. It adjusts to the mood of its owner, similar to temperature in humans. So when a Vampire got angry, their blood would reflect it. And if anybody came into physical contact with the blood, they'd feel angry themselves. Now Tristan was feeling pretty content and definitely lusty. And Kendan didn't just have the Vampire's blood touch him, he'd had a taste of it. So Kendan was bound to feel the affects of it. And the fact that he was a Lycan would only make that feeling stronger, because he'd tasted blood. And lusty Vampire blood at that.

"Nnh. How do you feel now?"

Tristan grinned and leaned forward, sucking at the cut on Kendan's lip again. He'd have to get a snack after this, just because he'd lost that drop of blood. Luckily blood only ran along a few choice sections of a Vampire's body. It was not found throughout the whole thing. And the only way that they could be completely depleted of all of it is if their heart was pierced. Because even if one of those select veins was pierced, the heart still held a reserve volume of the stuff. And though existence would be extremely painful without it, a Vampire could still live until they revived their blood supply.

The male wiggled his finger against the other's ass in a reminding kind of way, just in case the Lycan felt the need to press back on it, which by now he really should have.
 
A small, stifled growl left Kendan's lips as his master asked him what was wrong. Oh, the slimy little Vampire bastard knew exactly what was wrong, he just wanted to rub it into the Lycan's face, and Kendan wasn't having any of that. However, his anger was replaced with confusion when he saw Tristan raise his finger to his fang and knick it. The Lycan didn't know much about Vampires-- he knew the basics, but nothing about their blood-- so he had no clue what to expect.

In fact, he was shocked when Tristan lowered the finger and forced it into his mouth. The blood had a distinct taste on his tongue. It wasn't rotten tasting, as he would expect, considering Vampire's state of being undead; however, it didn't taste like meat's blood, either. It wasn't fresh. Instead, it had an acidic taste; not coppery, that was different. Acidic. Fitting, Kendan decided, although he didn't have much time to think about it.

The effects of the blood spread through Kendan's system like wildfire almost immediately. One moment, he was feeling angry at the Vampire for even thinking that he would allow Tristan to top him-- but the next? The next, his blood was boiling over and he felt as though he was burning up inside. His cock throbbed and precum drooled lazily out of his tip. His eyes turned fully golden, his pupils dialating as full-blown lust ripped through his body.

Without really knowing what he was doing, not being able to think through the lusty haze of the drug which was the Vampire's blood, Kendan pressed down slightly at the finger teasing his hole, seeking more friction either to that lovely spot inside of him, or to his throbbing member, which was hard as a rock and begging for attention, bobbing with lust.

"Nnn, ohhh, Maahhaster," Kendan cried out, in such a pretty submissive voice, something that for once wasn't forced. It came naturally, because of how much lust he felt. His hands reached back behind his head to grip at the back cushion and his hips bucked slightly. "Oh, oh please. Please," the Lycan begged, though he didn't know what specifically he was begging for.

Something. Anything. "Master Tristan, please. . ."
 
Kendan's look of confusion was priceless. He loved it. Every single second of it. This was like a fine wine to him; the sudden change when lust took over him was the cheese to go along with the lovely wine. Hell, every single expression from the Lycan's face caused pure joy to well up in his stomach. To see his stoic servant to show emotions was... Very satisfying. He felt almost bad, because he wasn't sure how long the effects of his blood would last. It depended really. If the emotion the Vampire was feeling matched with the emotion the Lycan had been feeling, it would last a lot longer. And really, Tristan didn't want to spend that much time trying to satisfy Kendan. So he'd do everything he could to get the other to have a fucking powerful orgasm.

The sad thing was that by the end of this, after the effects had worn off, Kendan would think he mind fucked him or something. But he didn't. Vampires didn't have any psychic powers, contrary to popular belief. Most were just very, -very- observant.

"Mmnn... That's right. You want to be a good boy now, don't you?" He cooed, leaning in to nuzzle the Lycan's neck. Instead of letting that finger penetrate Kendan he teased it at the other's entrance as a sort of teasing. But only a few seconds later he let two fingers slip into Kendan's now willing hole. It was still tight, but had relaxed quite a bit. He worked his fingers a good while, making sure that the Lycan was nice and stretched out for him before he let those long slender fingers of his search for that spot that would make Kendan squirm.

"You are such a good boy though... And good boys get rewards."

So he passed his fingers over the other's prostate rewardingly.
 
Not only would Kendan think that Tristan had totally mind fucked him, he would also feel some shame in the fact that he'd been so easily played by his Master. Maybe the Vampires were at their rightful place-- on top of society. On top of Kendan. . .

But those thoughts wouldn't last long. No, if anything they'd only make Kendan want to escape his master's rule and create an uprising all the more. If anything, he'd want to kill Tristan more for making him second-guess himself. Kendan was not one to be self-doubting, but after being played like a cheap instrument in Tristan's hands, after acting like a complete whore under the Vampire. . .well, self-doubt was inevitable.

"Nnn, yes, Master. I'll be your good boy," the Lycan whimpered, his neck tilting to the side as Tristan leaned into nuzzle it. A slight whine was emitted when the long fingers finally penetrated him-- a feeling that had long since been forgotten, but it was not entirely unpleasant. Kendan relaxed almost immediately, so driven by lust that he wanted to accept the fingers. His hole was completely willing, and now even greedy.

When the Lycan's prostate was touched, his back arched off of the couch and his legs spread apart more. His cock twitched, then drooled pre-cum. "Feels--feels so good, Master. Nnnaahhm, thank you. . ." Kendan's eyes fluttered shut and his hips pressed back on the long fingers inside of him, wanting them to press again against that delicious spot. "Ahh, ahh. . ."
 
If Vampires were so advanced, they would have seen that a balanced world would have been much more sufficient in supplying for their needs in the long run. But they had chosen to ignore that rule years ago, before all of these strict rules for humans and Lycans had been put into place. Vampires, although manipulative, strong, and at times brilliant, should have been getting along with humans and Lycans as equals instead of squandering away their resources to satisfy lusts they had now.

This was the mortal mistake with any species.

Truth was that Kendan wouldn't remember much of this. So was the affects of the blood on Lycans and humans. He would remember how he'd felt, but not exactly what he'd done or said. He'd be distanced, like it was a blur. Some article he'd read in the newspaper instead of something he'd actually experienced. But all the same, that blurry emotion afterward would conflict Kendan's mind. And that was exactly what Tristan wanted.

That, and Kendan's ass. That was on his list of priorities at the moment.

"Mm... Yes, see what you get when you cooperate?" Tristan grinned down at the Lycan like a mother proud of her child. He was happy that Kendan was willing, both because he himself was horny as hell and because it would help reaffirm things in Kendan's mind. The grin only widened when the other's complete submissive behavior. "You want something more? Hmm? I'll give you something you'll love..."

Honestly Tristan couldn't wait. As great as Vampires were with self control, they sometimes also had a tendency to manipulate themselves. Such was the case with Tristan and his lust. He'd thought so much about it that he just couldn't not act. So he quickly withdrew his fingers and wiped them lazily on his pants then pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His shirt was much less difficult, slipping right off. It left him exposed, but he didn't care. His own cock was just as hard as Kendan's, although maybe just a tad bit shorter. He stroked it idly to lube himself up before aligning with the other's ass. Without a word he let the tip pop inside, then leaned over to draw his face close to the Lycan's.

Normally such intimacy was misplaced, but all needed to be used in this case for the full effect. "Mmm. What a delicious hole... I can feel it tightening around me. Is it aching for me? Hmm?" With that last sound effect he shoved a few inches in.
 
Already Kendan's mind was in a fog. If such lust wasn't enough to distance himself from the memories, he didn't know what was. The Lycan was way too far gone. Tristan could see it in his eyes. They were pure gold and dialated, the pupils almost slitted like a cat, though much more sinisterly. Still, his eyes were glazed over and they made him look perfectly harmless because of the far-away look in them. However, the simple look that Tristan gave him was enough to pull him back into the moment. Kendan turned his gaze onto his master.

"Mmmnn, yes please," he murmured when Tristan offered to give him something more. The Lycan just needed to satisfy his lusts and maybe, just maybe, the effects of the blood would dissipate. . .Little did he know that his own lust was fueling the effects to an even longer duration. Maybe it was best that he didn't know.

As Tristan stripped himself, Kendan watched hungrily, his eyes devouring the pale body infront of him. No longer was there the slave's mannerism of keeping his eyes off his master-- no, instead Kendan took in every piece of Tristan, each look only making him hotter. Each moment weighed on him too, especially when he saw Tristan fist his cock to lube it up. A needy whine slipped through Kendan's throat and the Lycan spread his legs wider.

"Now, Maa--!" He cried, just as he felt the tip rub against his greedy hole and then pop inside. The sudden stretching was so sublime. The pain and pleasure of it all drove him crazy. Kendan arched his back and craned his head to look at Tristan, his full lips pouting with the need for friction. Indeed, his ass did tighten around the tip, almost as if it was trying to draw Tristan in further. Kendan needed more of that delicious cock. . .

"Oh, yes, Master," came the dutiful reply, though it was completely sincere. This was accented by the way Kendan cried out and tossed his head back when the inches were soved in. "My--ahhnnn-- my hole needs your co--aahhh--ock so. .so badly, Master. Mo--more, please?" Kendan spread his legs even wider and tried to move his hips back onto the piece of flesh that he so desperately wanted inside of him.
 
Tristan loved seeing Kendan's lust in his eyes. It was brilliant. Made his insides squirm with excitement. Not because he could make somebody lustful. He'd done that before in high class clubs. It wasn't difficult. That's how he'd gotten most of his lays anyway. Partying with the aristocratic elite. Hooking up with only the finest looking men and women. Yes. That certainly was the life...

But so was staying at home and teasing somebody that was at a lower rank than you.

The pleading and murmured requests only spurred Tristan on. He was quickly losing focus of his goal, instead concentrated on the the lust that he felt. Kendan had surely learned his lesson. And the real lesson wouldn't start until afterwards, with the Lycan's extreme confusion of what had gone on. Tristan didn't even know if the other would know what he'd done with the blood or not. He hadn't really tried this concretely. He'd seen it done. That was about it.

He hardly allowed Kendan to savor his appearance. He probably should have, because later on when this was all said and done it would leave the Lycan with a subconscious draw towards Tristan physically. Well, that would probably be there anyway. Just not as heightened as if he had taken his time. "Mmm... Such a very obedient boy... You just lay back and let me pound your greedy little ass, hmm? And feel free to make as much noise as you wish. Let me know how you feel. Mm... Moan for me." It was just then that Tristan shoved himself all the way in, completely content with the way things were going.

Only seconds later he withdrew, only to pound his cock back inside, this time aiming for Kendan's prostate. "Nnh.." Kendan was perfect. Tight, but not uncomfortably so. He could slide in and out without pain, but also with excruciating pleasure. Really, this had been a good choice to pass the time. He really got into it too. They were a few minutes gone. The Vampire was thrusting hard with his hand moving down towards Kendan's cock, stroking the hot flesh in knowing mutual need for orgasm.

All was going well and it seemed that Tristan was only seconds from cumming, which meant Kendan was too...

Until there was a knock on the door.

A loud furious snarl rose from the Vampire's throat. He pulled out of the Lycan easily and fetched a robe to cover himself, then moved towards the bedroom door. There were hushed whispers and he slammed the door rather rudely, only to briskly walk to a nearby drawer. From there he pulled out something most sinister looking. Kendan didn't have a chance to see it at this point. In fact, Kendan was still laying back, so he wouldn't realize what was going on until after the cock ring was already pulled securely over his cock and balls.

Tristan let out another growl, glaring at the door.

"I must go..." He murmured into the Lycan's ear, giving it an affectionate nip. "You will stay here, in this room, on this couch, until I return." Really, he didn't specify how long that would take, but instead moved to pull on some clothes then closed the door behind him.

Lucky for Kendan the cock ring wasn't so tight that it restricted blood flow. In fact it was loose enough that his cock could wilt. But it was not loose enough for him to cum without it being removed, and Tristan had left conveniently with the key.

He wouldn't return for hours.
 
Kendan would know about the blood, and he would know to be wary next time-- though, he would doubt how much of his reaction was the blood's doing, and how much of it was his own feelings. It was true that he lusted after his master, wanting to not only kill him but to own him completely before his death. He lusted for the blonde in every way. So to loose control in such a manner. . .Well. . .

His de-clawed fingers dug into the couch cushions. Had he his claws, he would have ripped and tore at the fabric. Without his claws he merely scratched and panted, arching his back so he could move his hips more freely down onto Tristan's delightful cock. The dirty talk was only driving his lust as well. Upon the suggestion to really let Tristan know how he felt, Kendan tilted his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. "Ahhhnnnh! Master, more, ple--please! Fuck me harder. My. .my ass. . .Nnnnnhnn," the Lycan begged, only to be rewarded with a harsh thrust to his prostate. "Ah! Fuck!" He cried out, his ass spasming around the cock inside of him.

Already crazy with lust and pleasure, and nearing his orgasm, it was almost too much to have his cock stroked at the same time. All at once, though, it was gone. There was a knock at the door that Kendan didn't even register, and before he knew it he was empty, his hole winking in the cold air. His cock drooled pre-cum and his balls were pulled tight, so close to orgasm. . .Though, Kendan didn't dare move to touch himself.

Actually, it was debatable about whether or not he was concious enough to ponder that option. And he sure as hell didn't recognize that Tristan pulled anything out of the drawer. . .Until the cock ring was snug around the base of his cock and balls. The Lycan gave a whine, and turned his head when Tristan ordered him to stay on the couch.

If I wait. . .He thought that Tristan might call him a good boy again, for waiting patiently, and that the Vampire would thrust back into him and fuck his tight little ass hard, really stretch him open and fill him up until he was cumming and Tristan was cumming and it would all be so delicious. . .

So Kendan sat there, in a haze of lust, his legs spread and his cock throbbing for attention. His nails dug into the cushion, in order to resist the temptation to touch himself.

Where. . .where was Tristan, now?
 
There was a very long wait until Tristan actually got back. Three hours to be exact. And it was likely that the blood had worn off by then, as well as any real lust that Kendan had at the time when he had taken the blood.

Honest to god, the Vampire didn't want to deal with a fucking horny Lycan now. So it was best for both of them if the other was now flaccid, physically and mentally. He opened the door and slammed it behind him, stomping over to his bed in a very angry brat like manner. He had a reason for this. His fucking parents... Ugh. They'd put him in the spotlight. Pointed out his mistakes to their peers. He was forgiven of course, but his mistakes had not been forgotten. These mistakes were trivial. Small social mistakes. It would be similar to turning the knife away from your plate when setting the table or burping at a meal without saying excuse me.

His eyes seemed dark now and he turned to the Lycan with a look of rage, but said nothing.
 
Indeed, the blood had worn off about an hour before Tristan's re-entrance, and it seemed like the only thing Kendan felt now was rage. He remembered the incident, but with the same dream-like uncertainness that made him wonder if it had happened at all. However, he knew that Tristan had groped him before the haze settled in. One would think that such events fell into place together. . .

Either way, Kendan had come out of the haze with his body sore and his ass still lubed. He could still feel the stickiness on his fingers. That only confirmed what he believed, and it made him glad that he didn't know the details. Tristan had fucked him. That was downfall enough.

So, for an hour Kendan had sat, snarling, stirring in his own juices, his cock flaccid but the rest of his body alive with a new sort of lust-- the extreme want to put Tristan in his place. More importantly, he wanted to put him in his place in a way the blonde would never forget. Kendan would rape him, but without the use of drugs. No, he wouldn't be so merciful. . .

When Tristan entered, Kendan bristled and fought hard with himself to push his anger down under the surface, to simmer it low. However, it broke through when Tristan entered and glared at him. As if he had any right! A snarl left Kendan's lips.

"Would you unlock this and let me get dressed, Master?" Kendan gritted through his teeth.
 
He honestly shouldn't have looked so angrily like that at Kendan. None of this was his fault, it was all the Vampire's. And Kendan had been the one who had to sit here in such torture while Tristan was off somewhere. Yeah. Off somewhere getting himself verbally reamed. It was a Vampire thing. To call out ones weaknesses in front of others. It was a kind of reassurance that such a thing that you did would never happen again. There were numerous people present, and they could help hold accountable that you did not. And maybe if Kendan knew he would understand... Probably not. And it was rightly placed.

Tristan didn't even want the Lycan's sympathy.

The Vampire let out a growl, but stood up and stepped over to the Lycan, quickly unlocking the damn thing. He then stepped away and sat back on his bed. "Get yourself cleaned up and do what you want for the rest of the day."
 
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