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Alex loves Krys very, very much! [Aember and Mrow]

Kendan bristled as Tristan stepped towards him, though as the hands reached down not to molest him yet again but to unlock the contraption he settled down a bit. However, he was still tense, his muscles just aching to lunge forward and grab those pretty blonde locks, use them as a handle to pin the Vampire to the floor. . .

The Lycan sighed with relief as the cock ring was taken off of him, but no mercy entered his brain. Instead, as Tristan was distracted and ordering him to take the day off, the wolf stalked forward, his fangs bared in a silent snarl and his fists clenched shut. Just as he was about to pounce, the door to the room swung open.

"Servant, come," an aristocratic voice ordered, leaving no room for disobedience. Kendan froze, and after a moment he turned around to see the vampire in charge of buying and selling the house's slaves. A slight look of disbelief crossed his face. He knew there was only one thing in store for him--

"Put on your clothing and come," the Vampire's voice ordered again, harsher this time, and Kendan scrambled to put on his clothing and leave the room, with one last scathing glance toward Tristan.

So that's how the game worked, huh? Tristan got to rape him and because he was a dirty Lycan, below the Vampire, the blonde got to throw him away as well?

His blood boiled.
 
Tristan couldn't explain it, but that look that Kendan gave him made him feel... Terrible? Kendan was about the closest that he could get to a friend. Hell, they'd known each other since their early teens, that was a good eight years. He'd be lying if he didn't say that he was attached to the Lycan. And just when he was about to really show just how attached he'd become, he was pulled away. And told he had to lose his personal servant so that he could be taught 'responsibility.' He'd have to do most things by himself now.

And it would annoy the fuck out of him, even though Kendan had mostly been around just for looks anyway.

Kendan didn't see it, but Tristan gave the other Vampire an angry glance. He had a lot of fucking nerve... His icy blue eyes watched Kendan's fleeting form, and then that glare that the purple eyes gave him. He simply smirked. Perhaps it was a natural reaction. Or maybe he was just putting up a face. Kendan certainly wouldn't be informed of what had happened. Servants weren't worth that much. As the other Vampire walked away with -his- servant and closed the door Tristan growled.

"His name is Kendan."

Of course nobody would be able to hear that but himself.

---

Life wasn't good to Kendan. And his position in society at that point illustrated that very well. He was very close to being a servant. Probably the lowest position that a Vampire could achieve. It turned out that shortly after Kendan left Tristan's household, only a few weeks even, Tristan's mother and father were accused of some type of fraud. Their entire household was disemboweled, objects sold to various other Vampires, and they were put to death.

And death for a Vampire was not a pleasant thing.

Tristan really didn't care that his parents were killed. The thing he cared about most was the selling of his possessions. It upset him greatly. And hell, even the selling of himself! Well, he wasn't sold so much as he was just forced into a job that he hated. Being subordinate to some of the Vampires on their Vampire Council. Big fancy pants, all of them. And now Tristan had to be under them and hear their orders. It'd been that way for a good while. Two years to be exact.

And now... Well fuck! Now he had to take care of some fucking Lycan rebel brat. This would not be fun. At least though, the Lycan would be tied up all nice and everything. Hell, the Vampire's had him tied up like some goddamn trophy. Tristan hadn't seen him up close yet, but he would be getting very close to him very soon. Feeding him and everything. Fuck, probably taking him for goddamn walks too.

The Vampire rolled his eyes and brushed himself off. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a white button up long sleeve shirt. Oh he hoped that damn Lycan didn't get him dirty, then he'd have to change again. He approached at a normal pace, not phased by the appearance of the Lycan. Until he got a good look at the other's face. Tristan could have picked it out of a damn crowd of a thousand. But he tried to play it off like he didn't notice. He was not successful. Vampire's weren't supposed to remember their different servants after a day, let alone two years.

"I will be... Caring for you. If you can even say that is what I'll be doing." He leaned over and checked the chains, then looked back to Kendan's face with an uppity expression.
 
Although a wolf's best position is with a pack, and not alone, when they are faced with a situation in which they have nothing else to loose-- well, why wouldn't they strike, given the chance?

That was Kendan's mindset, coupled with his rage at being fucked and then thrown away by his master, the man he shadowed, for a good eight years. It was a sort of aching pain in his heart that he couldn't quite put his thumb on, and that fact made his rage even more potent. The Vampire slave traders were the unfortunate recipients of this rage.

He struck when the Vampires were resting. For weeks he'd fashioned a tool to pick the locks of his chains and once he was free, it was easy to take down one of his two guards. The Vampire's throat was ripped from his neck with just a flick of Kendan's strong hands. The second guard was a bit more difficult to take down, but soon both were lying with stakes through their hearts, their faces filled with fear, an emotion only shown in true death.

Kendan had licked his plush lips and then run off into the night. The Vampire that was to become his new master never heard of him again, and accused Tristan's parents of taking his money without any intent to provide a servant-- fraud.

The Lycan would have been dissapointed to know that the young blonde didn't die with his parents.

---

Once he was free, it hadn't taken Kendan long to find others like him. Time went by quickly. Day by day more Lycans gathered in resistance to the Vampire's reign, and as their pack grew their spirits did as well. While Tristan fell in his society, Kendan rose and soon he was one of the leaders of the resistance. There were a number of packs strewn across the land, varying in size but all growing and all with one mission: and thus, leadership of the resistance was shared between leaders of the packs. Kendan's outspokenness and fervor made him loved.

It took a year before Lycan strikes against Vampires began. They started in small towns, striking Vampires who owned farms and used Lycan workers as farmhands and for other miscellaneous jobs. Then, they moved inward, towards bigger and bigger cities. As they moved, virtually surrounding the Vampires on all sides, their numbers grew and their bloodlust only deepened. Their cry as they took a town was filled with crazed hope, and the lust for freedom and death.

Two years later and the Lycan movement was strong, but the Vampires were strong as well. However, it seemed that they were loosing, bit by bit. Lycans attacked the two main Vampire cities in large numbers, and the Vampires fought back hard, rarely taking prisoners.

That is-- until Kendan.

He was blindsided, and a Vampire general thought it would be amusing to take one of the leaders of the Lycan movement into the Vampire's government, keep him as a chained slave, as amusement for visitors and as a sign of hope for other Vampires.

So there he sat, his face matured by the two year's time, but not wholly unchanged. If anything, he was bigger in bulk, and his body radiated masculinity, even chained up. His eyes were no longer guarded, but swimming with hate as he watched the pompous Vampires of the Council conduct business. That is--until his caretaker came along.

When Kendan saw that face again, the first emotion to come into his eyes was shock. Tristan?

And then, a low, vicious growl ripped from his lips and bloodlust instantly coloured his eyes. He jerked forward in his chains, as if to get his hands on Tristan.
 
Tristan knew about the resistance. He knew that the Lycans were attacking left and right, hardly giving any Vampires a days rest from worrying about getting attacked or beaten. But Tristan also knew about another side. How very few select Vampires were allowing Lycans to conduct meetings on their property, but for the small exchange of having them work for the Vampires during the day. How could somebody sacrifice their pride like that? Bargaining with an animal... Well, to some point of it, Tristan understood.

He had to push that understanding aside though, because if he showed any form of possible Lycan sympathy, especially here while he was working with the Vampire Lords, he'd be killed almost definitely. How could he not have any feelings towards Lycans though, when he'd seen the look of hurt in Kendan's eyes. It was betrayal when he'd had to sell him. That wasn't to say that Tristan saw Kendan as an equal though. He was still very much convinced that Lycans were lower. But when one saw an animal in pain, how could there not be sympathy?

At the sight of Kendan, Tristan could only guess he'd escaped. The fraudulent charges against his parents included Kendan's case, but that was a small one compared to the other things he'd been involved in. Tristan wasn't even informed that Kendan hadn't been sold at all. But it was obvious he'd gotten out somehow, now a major leader of the resistance. That was obvious from the position he was in.

The Vampire remained as calm as he could, only the smallest amount of emotion showing in his eyes. Even then, it wasn't certain what emotion that was. He just looked straight into those now golden eyes long enough to calm himself down. "Hello there." It sounded a hell of a lot like a purr. Well fuck! He couldn't show Kendan he was a fucking mess of a person now! This was for his own good.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Nobody was in the room. The Vampire Lords had finished their meeting for the day, so it was just Tristan and Kendan now. "How'd you manage to get into an upscale place like this?" His hand traveled out, reaching for Kendan's which was chained out in front of him. The Vampire ran a finger over the veins on the Lycan's hand, looking back to his face. "Last time I checked, they didn't allow filth in."

Tristan was just lucky that the Lycan's hands were drawn away far from his face. There was no chance the Lycan could bite him. Kendan would notice a difference in Tristan though. The way he held himself was more slack at least at the moment it was. And he seemed thinner too, not in an unhealthy way, but it was just a noticeable difference from when he had a more curved figure. He was still very attractive looking, in his own way.

But Kendan... Oh Kendan was fucking gorgeous.
 
To the best of his ability, Kendan jerked his wrist away from Tristan's cold touch and his eyes filled with gold, his anger increasing at the touch. He never wanted the blonde touching him again. Already the Vampire had touched him more than he should have been allowed to, and it would happen no longer. Kendan swore it.

"They compromised that rule when they let you in here," Kendan snapped back, his tongue no longer held by his position. It had grown even more unruly over the past few years, as well, and there was no hopes of holding it back. "I always imagined you scoring a job like this, though. What'd you do to get here? Suck one of the big guy's dicks? Roll onto your back and spread your legs like the slut you are?"

Once again, Kendan jerked forward with a growl, his eyes narrowed dangerously. His fingers clenched, literally itching to punch Tristan, or to cause some bodily harm to the Vampire. Every fiber of Kendan's being wanted that.

"Going to get out of my face, now? Or are you just trying to get close again?" The Lycan growled and thrashed his body desperately.
 
Tristan was curious now. He wanted to feel the difference in Kendan. He remembered when they were younger, they'd been quite similar in body type. When they were last together there was a slight difference, but not extremely noticable. Now Kendan had grown, his muscles no longer lean like they had been before. But they were not overly bulky. Just perfect and Tristan wanted to run his hands over them...

"Oh oh oh, snarky comeback. I like that. I always thought that your tongue should be put to better use than just staying quiet. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I suppose it's better than nothing, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow again, pushing some blonde hair out of his face. "Suck one of the big guy's dicks? A slut? Oh Kendan, it's so sweet of you in your jealous rage to think such things, but no. I was simply a good law abiding citizen." That, and the other Vampire's felt they kind of owed it to him. After being disciplined by his parents for such small things.

"Hmmm. Well, I don't know. We'll just have to see, hmm? Maybe if you're lucky I'll stay."

The Vampire grinned and ran a hand down the other's chest.
 
Lucky? That would be a curse worse than undeath.

Kendan narrowed his golden eyes and growled deeply in his throat as Tristan's hand wandered down his muscular, hard chest. "Get your fuckin' hand off me, you creep," the Lycan growled in warning, though there was really nothing he could do about the situation. His arms and legs were tightly secured to the arms and legs of a chair, and there was a chain wrapped under his pectoral muscles that kept his chest to the chair as well. He was fucked.

"You could do us both a favour and just go. I thought you'd be gone for good when I got rid of you the first time, I don't think I can stand your annoying prissy ass any more, or I'll go insane," the brunette goaded, his eyes loosing some of the gold colouring to be replace with the purple. He was getting less and less angry and more simply annoyed, wanting to be rid of Tristan until a time where he could actually kill the other.
 
Oh no, not how Tristan saw it. He would love to share Kendan's company. It was likely that's what he'd be doing for a good portion of his time now. The Vampire Lords didn't need him much. He was in a position similar to the one that Kendan had held before. A silent bystander who would only help when his master called to him.

Though Tristan would never admit that these were his masters. "Oh, because I'm afraid of what you might do to me! You could brutalize me, right?" He grinned, kneeling down a little. "You're defenseless, Kendan. Get over yourself." The Vampire leaned in closer, his voice lowering. "And anyway, you liked it the first time around. You were begging for me to fuck you. So don't act like you weren't. Even before I gave you the blood. Before I even touched you at all, I saw the way you would look at me at times." A few times Tristan had cause awkward stares from Kendan, but of course the Lycan hadn't notice because he couldn't look straight at Tristan's face.

"Oh right, because you rid of me. Nice way to spin it. You do that so you can feel like you had more control over the situation, hmm?" Tristan did a very dangerous thing then. He sat down on Kendan's lap. But far enough away so he couldn't bite at Tristan. And even if he did, he'd just get a nice drop of Tristan's calm blood.
 
With every fiber of his being Kendan wanted to deny that he hadn't been attracted to Tristan, but it was completely useless. The blonde had a nice body, slim and sinewy, and his face was even more attractive. It was true that Kendan had stared on many occasions. But that didn't mean the Lycan wanted the blonde anywhere around him, or touching him.

"If anything, I wanted you to be on your back with your legs open, taking my cock," Kendan hissed lowly, voice annoyed and sensual all at the same time, "The only reason I liked it was because of your damn blood-- otherwise you wouldn't have a dick today." The Lycan didn't mention, either, that he was so, so close to raping Tristan that day, before he was pulled away. No. . .that could be a little piece of surprise information for another day.

Kendan's eyes narrowed and became completely golden again when Tristan sat down on his lap. Though, he couldn't help it. . .Feeling the blonde's pert ass above his crotch made some blood rush right down into his cock, no matter how angry he was. The Lycan's body jerked again and he growled viciously at Tristan.

The brunette questioned crudely, "You sit down on a man's lap so easily, are you sure you haven't bounced on one of the Lord's cocks to get this job? Or maybe that's not how you got the job, maybe that's in the job description, eh Tristan?" The name was growled.
 
Tristan knew it, Kendan knew it. So there really was no denying the fact that the Lycan had stared at him. With that said, that part of the conversation was accepted, and they moved on with the talk. But what Tristan heard wasn't completely pleasing. Then again, it wasn't completely lacking pleasure either. Tristan wasn't just willing to top. He'd thought about Kendan like that too. But he'd never let anybody get that much control over him. At least not if he had a choice.

"Oh, really now? That's very sweet. I wonder if you murmur those words to all your love interests." Tristan grinned, showing his brilliant teeth. He was playing it up now, wanting to get Kendan angry. He wanted to see just how much damage he had done. Because it would make him feel important now. Important in a world where he now meant next to nothing.

The Vampire could feel that little twitch of Kendan's, but he played it off like it was nothing. He'd savor it a few seconds. Tristan leaned in and almost against Kendan, but kept all limbs and his face far away from the other's face. He got to the point where he was practically reclining on Kendan's lap.

"You know, I really do find it quite attractive that you're so jealous. It brings out the best in your features. Your face looks gorgeous. Well it does all the time, but when you're angry especially. Those eyes too. Mmm... And most of all, how your muscles tighten up. Mmmn." He moved his hand over the bottom part of Kendan's chest, then down his crotch. "Oh. What's that?!" He sat up, looking surprised. The Vampire paused, then shook his head.

"Trust me, my dear Kendan. I would never let myself be put into such a vulnerable position. Even for you."
 
"Only the ones that I don't give a fuck about," Kendan retorted, his tongue running against his K-9s. He had the strongest urge to bite Tristan, to hurt him, intimately by sinking his fangs into the dead flesh, but he made no move to. No, instead he simply narrowed his eyes.

The shift that Tristan made forced the blonde's ass back, making it press even more against Kendan's crotch. Holding back a hiss, the Lycan instead used his voice to scathingly reply, "Go check out one of your undead friends, and leave the living to the living. A warm hole is only warm if it's alive, though-- I guess I can't blame you for not wanting to fuck a corpse. Disgusting." Kendan wrinkled his nose.

However, as soon as the brunette felt Tristan's hand down his chest and at his. . .quite interested crotch. . .it was obvious that his body belied his words and the look dissapeared from Kendan's face to be replaced with one of slight lust.

"Oh. . .you will," he grunted, trying to take his mind off where Tristan's hand rested.
 
"Aw. Well I still feel so incredibly special. At least you take the time to acknowledge me at all, hmm? A big bad Lycan Leader getting all hard for some undead prick. I'm sure your friends would think a lot of you for this, hmm?" He was surprised the Lycan hadn't made a jump for his neck or for his shoulder, or something. It was almost cute.

"Mmn. That's right, isn't it? Because something so disgusting could get you turned on so easily. Maybe you're just as disgusting as we are, hmm? But I don't blame you really. You're only a dog after all. And when dogs are alone, they tend to pick up whatever nasty scraps they can find off the ground. You're lucky here though. You found yourself a goddamn steak. Don't lie." Tristan squeezed harshly at Kendan's crotch.

"Too bad I tossed you to the side, hmm? That must have hurt. Knowing you were bound to be sold to a master that was much crueler than I. You yourself even knew that I was kind to you. Shame, isn't it?" Tristan was still playing it like he had meant to sell Kendan. He didn't want the Lycan knowing how vulnerable he'd been in that moment.

"Will I now?" He turned his icy eyes to look into the Lycan's.
 
"Friends would probably want to join in. You do have a nice ass. Probably never been touched. I know a few people who would love to break you in properly," came Kendan's reply, and by the sound of his voice it was evident that 'properly' didn't equate to 'with lube.' Though, Kendan didn't think he'd be able to throw his old master to the crueler Lycans. The brunette had seen what they'd done to some vampires before. . .It wasn't pretty. The only thing that saved the Vampires was that they healed quickly-- and even that was their doom, because it allowed the Lycans to do it again. And again. And again, until the Vampires were literally begging for death. . .

A steak? Kendan snorted, then yiped when his crotch was harshly squeezed at. "Tristan, fuck! Get your fucking fingers away from my dick!" The Lycan growled and flexed his hips slightly, trying to dislodge the hand, though his attention was brought away from the hand back to Tristan when the other admitted to just throwing him away, just like that. The bigger man growled loudly and lunged forward, suddenly snapping at Tristan's closest body part to his mouth.

"Kind? You're a prick. Stop massaging your ego like it's your dick," Kendan snarled, then narrowed his eyes. "And yes, you will. I'll have you begging me to fuck you, all vulnerable, like the slut you are. . ."
 
Tristan was a little shocked at that. He thought at Lycans would be just as disgusted by Vampires as Vampires were to Lycans. But that wasn't completely true... Look at what Tristan did to Kendan. There was no doubt in his mind that other Vampires touched their Lycans. It was even a normally accepted thing. That's what had put the idea of touching Kendan into his mind in the first place. He quickly put the thought of Kendan passing him over to his brethren out of his mind. There was no use stressing over it. The Lycan was here. No fellows of his would be coming to his rescue, not in this compound.

It was the strangest thing, hearing Kendan say his name. Even though he'd heard it several times in the past few minutes, he just couldn't get used to it. Part of him liked it. 'Master' was so impersonal. It made Tristan seem like he was just one to give orders. It didn't seem like an important name. A personalized one. His name from Kendan's lips was so... It was just fucking attractive. Even if it was shouted with annoyance. He was so distracted by this that he didn't have enough time to dodge those teeth of Kendan's. They just barely scathed his skin, thought not enough to draw blood. Maybe enough for Kendan to get just a taste of what Tristan was feeling without it actually changing his train of thought.

And what he was feeling was confusion and slight lust.

He hissed, and pulled himself a little further from the Lycan's face, but kept his hand where it was, massaging the hardening skin under the clothes. "Really now, and how will you manage that?"
 
Indeed, Kendan did get enough of Tristan's blood to only taste what he was feeling, and it was the oddest thing. The lust was no surprise, really, but confusion? It wasn't something readily seen on Tristan's face-- the Lycan, in fact, couldn't remember when he'd ever seen Tristan confused-- so to taste it in his blood. . .? For a moment, Kendan looked confused himself, before the Vampire posed his question.

"You'll see, and you'll enjoy it," Kendan growled, then struggled with his shoulders and thighs, trying to get out of the chains or to get Tristan off of him. Fuck, the last time he was with the blonde he had gotten hard and then was left, aching, for hours until he wilted. He didn't want the same thing to happen again, because it was almost guarenteed that Tristan would grant him any sexual gratification.

But lo and behold, nevertheless, he was still getting hard just by memory of what those long fingers could do to him. . .
 
Tristan didn't know that Kendan had gotten enough of him to taste that. And he would think too, if Kendan could taste his confusion, he would readily blurt it out to try and piss Tristan off. But the Vampire wasn't upset so easily. He quickly shook whatever this all was off, and waited for a reply to his question. He really was curious. It was probably that he would be a little slut for Kendan under the right circumstances, but look at the position they were in. And look at how big Tristan's ego was. He wasn't going to let anybody top him. Ever. Not even those fucking Vampires that had been eyeing him.

"Yes, I guess I'll just have to see. Too bad that by the time that could even possibly happen, you might be dead. And I might too." Tristan laughed, though he didn't find this funny. The Vampire Lords weren't going to kill Kendan. He served two purposes. Being a trophy, and perhaps being a negotiation tool if at all possible.

"Hmmn? What's wrong Kendan? Funny, hmm? That you hate me so much, but I have the ability to make you feel so good. You even know that. Why is it, hmm? Why is it that I have that control over you, even when I'm no longer your master?" His fingers began slipping under the hem of the other's pants.
 
The position that they were in made no difference. Tristan only had control over Kendan when the Lycan was tied up-- either mentally or physically. If they had met in another circumstance, even with Tristan's bad additude and massive ego, Kendan knew that he could get the blonde to be his little bitch in a heartbeat. He knew that, deep down inside--or maybe not that deep at all-- Tristan wanted to be underneath Kendan's hard body. . .

"Oh please, we both know they're not going to kill me, and they might as well rape you before they kill you, if even that," Kendan snorted, then narrowed his eyes as Tristan's little tirade continued. Please, the Lycan thought. Tristan was looking way too much into things, and assigning his own assumptions to Kendan's mannerisms.

"Just because you make my dick hard doesn't mean you control me," retorted Kendan with a growl as he felt Tristan's hand slip under the hem of his pants. "I mean, you do have a pretty face, and nice lips that I would love to see wrapped around my cock. I'm sure you get Vampires eyeing you, too. You're not dense," the Lycan finished, then rolled his eyes, his hips involuntarily arching up slightly.
 
Tristan had struggled so hard to even keep a respectable position in the Vampires's world. It was difficult. He hadn't been granted alot of favors, especially with how his parents had been treated. Everybody wanted to find something wrong with him. So the fact that Kendan was here... Kendan was somebody he could control. Or talk himself into thinking he could control the Lycan. Really, getting somebody hard was not controlling them. But Tristan had meant to get Kendan hard, so he put this assumption in order and made himself believe he was powerful.

It was a small kingdom to rule.

The blond didn't know if he liked these comments coming from Kendan's mouth or not. That was another thing confusing him. They felt like compliments, but dirty ones. And that's what they were, really. Telling somebody that you should get raped before you get killed is usually a compliment to your body. But does anybody really want to hear that?

"Oh, but Kendan. I think it does." He replied his eyes narrowing slightly. I could very well walk away right now and leave you hard as fuck and you'd get no relief at all. Hmm. Sounds familiar." He hadn't meant for that past incident to happen. But he wouldn't let on that he didn't have control of the situation then. His long fingers slid under Kendan's boxers then too, and wrapped around his cock. The Vampire pumped it lightly. "Anyway, I control when you come too. If I even allow you that."
 
Even if Tristan hated the rude, obnoxious, dirty comments coming from Kendan's mouth, the Lycan didn't care. They'd come out anyway. Over the years his mouth had become loose, and he became crude, unguarded. In a way it worked to hide his insecurities-- hide the fact that he was hurt when he found out he was being sold and tossed away-- hide the fact that he'd worried about whether or not he was good enough, attractive enough. . .

When the fingers slipped under his boxers and wrapped around his cock a small whine passed his lips and his hips thrust up into the touch of those familiar fingers. His member responded accordingly, becoming quite hard at the touch. The light strokes weren't helping, but only adding fuel to the fire-- as was Tristan's voice. And the way the Vampire said his name. . .

"Not cumming isn't the end of the world-- just remember: pay back is a bitch, blondie," Kendan hissed, pressing his hips upwards once more. His eyelashes fluttered slightly.
 
Really he didn't hate them. He just found them odd... Maybe not even odd. Maybe he should take them as flattering. And on a superficial level he was. He would just throw snarky comments right back at Kendan. But Tristan knew why people usually made such a change, because he did the exact same thing to himself. He was tossing all the comments at Kendan to try and draw the attention away from the fact he'd felt weak when he was forced to sell his servant.

Tristan basked in that whine. He loved the sound of it, so desperate and the action Kendan did with his hips was just as desperate. "Mmhmm. I know Kendan. And from the looks of things you'll find payback very soon." That was obviously sarcastic. "We'll just get you a nice room set up and I'll lay on a bed and spread my legs. It's the service we give all our prisoners." He was kind of lost in what he was saying now, lost more in the action of pumping Kendan's cock harder than the words that were spilling from his mouth.
 
Even though it probably wasn't supposed to have such an effect, just the mention of Tristan waiting on a bed for him with his legs spread sent quite the image into Kendan's brain. It was nicely detailed, with Tristan bent over and spreading his ass, whimpering and begging for Kendan to come fuck him. . .It made the Lycan's cock twitch in Tristan's hand and a small groan fall from Kendan's lips.

"Please, just don't stop," Kendan pleaded as the pumping motion began to move harder and faster. The Lycan tilted his head back slightly, no longer intent on getting Tristan off of him, but rather intent on Tristan getting him off. And Kendan had to admit, the Vampire knew how to work his pretty long fingers. . ."Nnnahh."
 
Tristan could tell something had triggered in the Lycan's brain after only a few seconds. Had it been what he said? The Vampire blinked, relaxing on the other's lap. His cold blue eyes looked up at Kendan, focused mainly on his face. God the other was so fucking gorgeous when he was being pleasured. Eyebrows tilted, lips parted just the right way... Everything about the expression was fucking delicious. Tristan even felt his own cock stir. But he'd take care of that later.

"Hnnn? Don't stop? What about slow down, can I slow down?" He asked, and slowed down for just a moment before picking the pace back up, but this time he was working his fingers even harder and faster. Okay. So maybe he wanted to make up for the time he'd been horrible to the Lycan. But why would he want to do that? Kendan was useless. ... Oh no. No he was not. Not with that expression and that body. Tristan could see a lot of uses coming out of that.
 
"Nnnhn, no, don't slow down," the Lycan protested, though the whine didn't last for long. Tristan's fingers picked up the pace once more, earning an appreciative moan from Kendan. The brunette sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it to stifle his moans, not wanting Tristan to be too satisfied, because he just knew that the Vampire was getting a kick out of his humiliation.

If he only knew. . .

Kendan's face tightened slightly and his cock jerked as precum drooled out of the tip. His eyebrows drew together and his fists clenched, causing the muscles in his arms to flex and bulge. "Nnnn, more, please," he whimpered. At the same time his ass twitched in rememberance of the last time-- an occurance that might freak him out, if he wasn't so horny. After all, he didn't want Tristan fucking him. At all.

Those purple-veined golden eyes looked up at Tristan, half-lidded and lusty, just begging to be told he could cum, almost. Maybe Tristan controlled Kendan more than the Lycan let on.
 
Oh... If Kendan really did know. Fuck. That whine of his was just so goddamn sexy. But Tristan really knew he had a time limit with this. If somebody walked in, that would be okay. They'd think he was just using Kendan, just as Kendan thought. But he had to report back to one of the Vampire Lords after this just to see if anything was needed from him. That was something he was not looking forward to.

The Vampire's free hand rose up to feel over the muscles in Kendan's arms. Fuck... Tristan really wanted to give him more then. He wanted to fucking suck Kendan's cock, or fuck Kendan hard and fill his ass with cum. Something he hadn't been able to do last time. Anything to get the Lycan going like that. Whimpering, moaning... This was getting out of control.

Fuck.

The Vampire looked down at Kendan, his own eyes trying to remain uncaring. His hand worked faster and faster, squeezing the skin occasionally. His lips opened, and he nodded his head. "Cum for me now, hmm?" Hell, he fucking wanted it. He wanted to see the pleasure on Kendan's face. He NEEDED to. Maybe Kendan controlled Tristan more than the Vampire let on too.
 
Once the 'suggestion' left Tristan's lips, Kendan's hips were arching up and pushing against the long-fingered hand to get more friction, and the next thing he knew an orgasm ripped through his lower half and forced his eyes shut, his lips parted in a long moan and all his muscles tensed in pleasure. His hips twitched up into the fist until he'd ridden his orgasm out, at which point he stilled.

Kendan's eyes fluttered open as they began to fade back to the dark purple solid colour as he basked in post-coital bliss. Still, the orgasm wasn't overly satisfying. It would have been better if there was more. . .However, he didn't ponder what that 'more' could be. With a soft hum, Kendan looked up at Tristan.

"Going to take your hand out of my pants, or do you just really like it there?"
 
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