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Right, so, i wroted something. Too lazy to do a proper heading, because there's only like, two people on the planet including me who know who these guys are. Sam/Caleb, originally posted in comments to thestraychild , unbeta'd but with a comb through to find typos. Couple minor phrasing changes, and an added sentence or two. The first 300 words out of the promised 500.
There are very few things Samael truly can’t stand. There are quite a few that displease him, or irritate him, but not very many that he refuses to put up with.
Having tool that workes under its potential is one of those things.
He hadn’t thought of Caleb as under-utilized until -- well. It took Samael about a decade longer than it should have to realize that Caleb was not just clever, as most hellhounds were, but that he was intelligent, and a few more years to act on it.
Samael loves being able to surprise his enemies, and that Caleb will do that for him. Who expects a hellhound to be diplomatic, after all? Caleb likely hasn’t realized it yet, but there is a reason Samael has keep him on an exceedingly short lease, especially after a few careless comments from Caleb that drove home just how much his pet was absorbing.
It’s too bad no one is actively challenging him right now; Samael’s anticipation feels the same as it does when he sends Caleb to bring him back someone’s head, and the result is going to be similar, if less literal.
Next to Samael, Caleb twitches slightly in his spot on Samael’s bed. Protocol says he should have been awake when Sameal retreated from his doze -- shouldn’t have fallen asleep at all, actually -- but Samael enjoys the sight too much to scold him for it.
“Master?” Caleb asks, drowsy, warm and loose. He’ll stay like that, Samael knows, caught between sleep and what Samael wants until Samael gives him some type of instruction. Samael considers fucking him, rolling him over and taking while Caleb is still loose and open, but eventually decides that he doesn’t want to put the effort in.
“Go back to sleep,” He tells Caleb, slipping one finger under Caleb’s collar. Caleb’s eyelids flicker, and he shudders, but his eyes close obediently and within seconds he’s gone again, still on display for his master.
There are very few things Samael truly can’t stand. There are quite a few that displease him, or irritate him, but not very many that he refuses to put up with.
Having tool that workes under its potential is one of those things.
He hadn’t thought of Caleb as under-utilized until -- well. It took Samael about a decade longer than it should have to realize that Caleb was not just clever, as most hellhounds were, but that he was intelligent, and a few more years to act on it.
Samael loves being able to surprise his enemies, and that Caleb will do that for him. Who expects a hellhound to be diplomatic, after all? Caleb likely hasn’t realized it yet, but there is a reason Samael has keep him on an exceedingly short lease, especially after a few careless comments from Caleb that drove home just how much his pet was absorbing.
It’s too bad no one is actively challenging him right now; Samael’s anticipation feels the same as it does when he sends Caleb to bring him back someone’s head, and the result is going to be similar, if less literal.
Next to Samael, Caleb twitches slightly in his spot on Samael’s bed. Protocol says he should have been awake when Sameal retreated from his doze -- shouldn’t have fallen asleep at all, actually -- but Samael enjoys the sight too much to scold him for it.
“Master?” Caleb asks, drowsy, warm and loose. He’ll stay like that, Samael knows, caught between sleep and what Samael wants until Samael gives him some type of instruction. Samael considers fucking him, rolling him over and taking while Caleb is still loose and open, but eventually decides that he doesn’t want to put the effort in.
“Go back to sleep,” He tells Caleb, slipping one finger under Caleb’s collar. Caleb’s eyelids flicker, and he shudders, but his eyes close obediently and within seconds he’s gone again, still on display for his master.