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He’d practiced his letters, writing them down over and over again. He could sing the song, and he could write them with a shaky hand. But he managed it, through yawning mornings as Arsene slumped over the bed, through head bobbing and tiredness
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Anson swallows, trying to ignore the insistent throb of his cock. The way Percy's moving around doesn't help any, with his firm little ass grinding against Anson's crotch. Anson's heart pounds as the vampire presses harder, the cold steel blade rapidly warming to his skin.
Very slowly, and very, very carefully, Anson reaches up and wraps his fingers around Percy's wrist.
"Not the face, Percy," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "Not the face. Okay?" He nods and smiles nervously. He tries to force himself to relax, to lower his eyes, hoping the signals he's sending cut through the vampire's frenzy, register with him on some primal level.
Submitting...not resisting...not pushing you away...
"Pretty," Anson breathes. He sits absolutely still, his head tipped back slightly, his free hand gripping the sofa cushion tightly. "You like me that way." He lowers his eyelashes and his voice, whispering to Percy in a smoky growl. "Your pretty pet."
Trembling, scarcely daring to breathe, he waits to see what Percy will do.
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Maybe that was what he should have done to Alex. Made him ugly so no one else would steal him away.
Pushing thoughts aside, he tugged at Anson's shirt a moment, contemplating cutting it off as he pulled his other arm free from Anson's grip. But that involved so many extra steps, and he was beginning to become impatient with it all.
"You have too much clothing on..."
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"No one's gonna take me away," he says quietly, his eyes fixed on Percy's. He glances down at the knife, then back up at Percy. "Your pet," he whispers. "Only yours."
He strips his shirt off, shivering a little in the chill. The little voice in the back of his mind is shrieking that this really isn't such a good idea, but Anson ignores it. Raising up just a little, he unbuttons his jeans, then snakes a hand up, cupping the back of Percy's head and kissing him hungrily.
"Where do you want me?" he murmurs against Percy's lips. He ducks his head a little, licking and biting at Percy's neck. "Here, or in the bedroom?"
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He pushed the blade in deeper, letting the knife slip beneath the flesh, cutting at it in a painful manner as he laughed lightly. Oh yes, yes...
"Scream..." Percy purred, a hand reaching out to wrap about Anson's neck. "Scream."
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The blade cuts deeper and Anson flinches, sucking in his breath. Percy's hand encircles his throat as he pushes the blade in. Scream, he says, and Anson does, crying out in pain. He stares up at Percy, panting, his eyes filled with tears. He clutches Percy's shirt, his hand bunching in the soft material.
"Hurts..." he gasps, his mouth open, trembling as the warm blood trickles down his chest. He is terrified, whimpering low in his throat. "Percy, please..."
He wonders again just what the fuck he was thinking. It's his cock that answers the question. The rest of him may be quailing in terror but that particular part of his anatomy is sitting up and begging for more.
Anson, you sick puppy.
Anson looks into Percy's eyes, hoping to make the vampire see him and not just another piece of warm flesh to be carved up and sucked dry.
"Please," he whispers again. "Careful. Careful, Percy. Don't kill me."
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His hand dipped down from Anson throat until his fingers brushed over the wound. His pale skin stained red as he drug his black nails into the cut and grinned widely, "I think you need to scream more. And I'll worry about death later." After all...there were worse fates.
He laughed giddily, pulling his hand away, lifting bloody fingers to rub over Anson's lips. "Do you like the taste of blood?"
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He tries to turn his face away, grimacing as Percy paints his lips with his own blood. The coppery taste fills his mouth and he gags.
"Please..." he begs, tears beginning to leak from the corners of his eyes. "You were right, okay? I'm not strong like you. I'm just human. Fragile." He covers Percy's hand with his, trying to stop him digging in any deeper. "Don't hurt me like that, please. You don't have to hurt me like that to make me bleed." He brings Percy's hand up to his mouth, unfolding it and presses his bloody lips against the soft white palm. "Have mercy on me, Percy, please."
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Pulling his hand away from Anson's bloody lips, Percy bent down too kiss them, fangs biting into the soft lower lip. Pulling away he giggled a little, lifting his knife up so that he could lick the blood away slowly, cutting his tongue in the slow process of it.
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