Mine (4/?)
Title: Mine (4/?)
Authors: empathicfrost (Frost) and theonemonaghan (Kacey)
Pairing: Deacon Frost/ Scud (frost_and_scud)
Rating: Series *NC17*
Warning: AU, but its still yummy.
Disclaimer: Not ours - but Kacey owns the Blade 2 Soundtrack. O.o
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Chapter four:
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Morning--no, it was night now, Scud realized with a frown; his sleeping hours were inverted due to his vampire masters'.
Either way, he was awake. Eyes focused slowly, the non-textured white ceiling coming into view. The floor, he decided, was not all that uncomfortable. Of course, the fact that Deacon had given him more than one pillow had been a large factor in the ending equation.
"Ergh," he said, taking a moment to sit up and his hand going through his hair, as if its neatness mattered at all to him. It didn't, but it was something to do with his hands until he lit up.
That’s when the door slid open and a sternly thoughtful Deacon entered - yes, entered, because the sun had not just gone down, it had been nightfall for hours.
Scud's two simultaneous days of blood loss had sapped him of enough strength that he needed the extra sleep. Scud now had new bandages on his wrists and his neck had been cleaned - but the one who had done the acts would never speak of them.
The vampire crossed the room to his closet to dress, ignoring the human without so much as a glance as he sometimes did.
Scud watched his new master cross the room; he hugged a pillow close to his chest and chewed on his bottom lip for a while as he watched Deacon rifle through his clothing.
His throat was cleared, and he had to wonder before speaking if Deacon was still angry with him. The new bandages on his wrists implied otherwise, but one could never be so sure with Frost. "Hello," came his awkward words. Good morning just wouldn't work at this point.
He leaned against the wall, and his stomach rumbled in an awfully loud manner. "Er, don't suppose you've got somethin' to eat?"
Deacon put on his white shirt and clung to the skin that was damp from water - an old, annoying human habit of his was the impulse to bathe.
And though he'd not forgotten that part of his humanity - he had forgotten human's necessity of eating food. He had none in his apartment. And when Deacon recognized this, it also occurred to him he had practically none of the things that a living, breathing human needed in a home. This was how quickly and pragmatically that Deacon Frost thought and he silently went to the single desk in the room - a blank white surface cut only by the dark, black shape of a broken lap top computer - and withdrew a drawer from the desk's side. In which were files of information on each of his nightclubs and on the bottom, a wallet.
"You'll have to buy some." Plastic was drawn from the leather fold and Deacon regarded his pet while the plastic was turned casually through his fingers. "And anything else you need." Unless Scud wanted to sleep on the floor again, a flat, futon kind of bed would be required. Deacon didn’t voice this detail nor was he concerned that Scud would abuse the privilege - not if he wanted to remain under his master's protection and thus remain, importantly, alive.
Deacon approached the pet, but did not pass the credit card between them when he reached down and picked up the human's stubbled chin in his fingers. A new thought jaggedly marking the smirk on his feline mouth. "I bet Guiseppe didn’t even mark you with a glyph..." To this Deacon' s grey-blue eyes closed as though completely amused. "He truly had no intention of keeping you alive at all, did he?"
He released Scud's chin. "You can’t leave this apartment without one, nor are you even safe outside of these doors without me unless you have one." The card was put into his pocket and he was leading the way out. "Let's go."
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It had hurt, but not as much as he had imagined that it would. Talking was harder now, because his bottom lip was swelled. Josh imagined that this would go down quickly enough--but that didn't mean it wasn't inconvenient.
He was intentionally pouting in a mirror on the wall of the underground tattoo parlor, staring at the little shapes tattooed on the inside of his bottom lip. It was hard to see, as blood kept welling up and over the bold black lines.
Deacon stood back to the wall beside the mirror, observing the human's pout with an expression that wasn’t smug, but was more like subdued satisfaction.
That mark, the glyph, on Scud's lip was Deacon's. The arch and the row of line anciently inscribing his initials permanently onto his pet. Now it was lethally official. He was to be Deacon's pet until one of them died. And Deacon had plans for neither occasions.
He didn’t closely inspect the shape for errors or to ensure Scud wasn’t in too much discomfort - the vampire kept a reserved examination from where he stood. He was positive of the human's safety. So he gave Scud the credit card and the freedom of its limitless amount, as well as a key to the apartment.
"Don’t take long."
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Telling a man to "not take long" at the same time as he was being handed a bottomless credit card was a cruel, cruel thing. Still, Josh "Scud" Frohmeyer was trying his damnedest to do as told.
After a stop to McDonald's (two cheeseburger extra value meal as well as two pies for one dollar) he found himself--while smoking and eating his last pie--at the doors of a late-night mall. This was nothing new for the city of New York. And so, dropping his cigarette to the street and crushing it out with his beat up sneaker bottom, he stepped inside.
He knew that the first thing he should really look to getting was food, but that fact that he was completely sated due to the McDonald's made him lean toward electronics instead.
A powerbook laptop, ipod and over-sized set of headphones later and Scud was feeling a little guilty.
Not too guilty, because it was a sweet-ass computer. But a little guilty. Still--he'd see how all his new technology went over with Deacon before obsessing over owning more of it.
Next was clothing--for half of the night, Scud had thought he was going to freeze to death. It wasn't long before he found exactly what he was looking for. It was over-sized, hooded and camouflaged-it was a lovely coat. Hiking boots were next on the list, and then Scud found himself buying shirts that he knew Deacon would like--all red--and jeans that were all about the same as the ones he was wearing now. The colors different, just for the sake of variety.
A glance at his watch (also new) told him that he'd been gone damn long enough. A stop to the grocery store for microwave meals and he'd be set.
An hour later and Scud was nearly falling over with bags as he turned the key into the lock of the apartment. He felt disturbingly content with his place in life now--minus his bed of floor. That was next on his list of things to ask Deacon for the "okay" on.
Eyes wandered the room as he set his load of bags down, searching for his master.
Deacon stalked the main room with a headset phone.
"Take care of it, Quinn." A pause and a frustrated brow furrowed under the vampire's over long bangs. "No, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Deacon clicked the button and pulled the head set down to rest around his neck. A brow was lifted at the door and the entrance. And then at the abundance of packages.
"Found everything?"
Scud smiled brightly, and the fact that his lower lip was still a little puffy didn't matter at all. "Er, yeah, I think so." He resisted the urge to let out a nervous cough, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his new over sized coat.
The small headset phone that had been Deacon's head was oddly alluring, and Scud fought the urge to ask to see it. It had always been an obsession of his to take electronics apart to see how exactly they worked. Instead, he nibbled the inside of his cheek. "...Wanna see?"
Deacon felt oddly willing to indulge the human's urge to show and tell. But Scud had spent the entire night shopping at it was nearly dawn.
"Tomorrow, before the party." Yes, another one. They were frequent and necessary to strengthen his influence amongst the loyal followers that attended.
But the vampire was far too entertained at the sight of the his pet dressed so drastically different - the casual, inexpensive new jacket that Scud was wearing was horrific and arousing to a degree that completely made no sense to Deacon at all. So he allowed himself to get close enough and pluck at the jacket's zipper running open down Scud's front. Deacon's eyes followed the zipper up, failing to keep himself distant from the hunger that swelled whenever he touched the pet. "Cold?"
A slow breath was taken, and Scud eyed the hand on his jacket zipper. "It's.." There was a little pause as he gave a half-nod. "Cold at night in here." Actually, it was cold all the time in Deacon's apartment, but Josh had dealt with worse, so saw no reason to really complain.
Once again, he found himself confused. Deacon's on-off actions with him were alluring and unnerving both. Heads or tails, Scud? Hot or cold?
Cold.
But, no, he was oh so damned hot. Scud found himself leaning in closer to his master, without even thinking about it.
Curiosity sent Deacon's hand into the jacket's open folds - craving drew that hand under the human's loose, cheap shirt - longing spread his fingers when they reached the skin.
It didn’t help Deacon in his effort to deny his recent urges when the reason for all those urges was leaning in to him, pressing him, asking him. His own gaze had dropped to his hand and it's path.
Deacon could feel warmth and simply preferred the cold. So he did feel the warmth of that flesh and his touch surrendered it's self to the dim burn of it, slowly.
The fingers circled the edge where the top of Scud's worn jeans met his skin, fingers dipping in an inch in the front of the jeans, straining the copper button there but diving no farther nor loosening the fly, just holding the human’s hips inches from his.
"Its not always cold at night." Grey eyes settled on Scud's. Hatred and lust. But Deacon was disengaging without proving the statement true, drawing hand away and putting the space between them back into its proper distance. "Near dawn." A signal with his finger to the already closed metal blinds over his windows, and the vampire exited to his room.
Scud watched Deacon Frost exit the room with a look of utter consternation. His mind was racing. Was that an invitation? It hadn't really seemed like one.
But... it was something. Only time would tell, the young human decided, fishing a cigarette from his new coat's pocket and lighting it.
Now that he was back, with all this stuff Scud couldn't even imagine sleeping. So he wandered about with one bag to the next, finding places to put the things he'd bought. The fridge turned out oddly empty, and so his groceries had no trouble finding a home.
Clothing was set in a corner in Deacon's room, and toiletries in the bathroom adjoined to the room. (Aah, to brush his teeth again!). Finally, when all that was done with, the tired was setting in, but he still wasn't actually ready to do the sleeping. Instead, he gathered up his blankets and pillows and set them next to the nearest plug outlet. Once everything was into a semblance of order, he brought out his new laptop and went to town.
And that was how he fell asleep--the light of the screen illuminating his face.
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Tbc…
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Next chapter ( a VISUAL Preview, bwhaha): I like to call it, The Collar.
Authors: empathicfrost (Frost) and theonemonaghan (Kacey)
Pairing: Deacon Frost/ Scud (frost_and_scud)
Rating: Series *NC17*
Warning: AU, but its still yummy.
Disclaimer: Not ours - but Kacey owns the Blade 2 Soundtrack. O.o
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Chapter four:
-----
Morning--no, it was night now, Scud realized with a frown; his sleeping hours were inverted due to his vampire masters'.
Either way, he was awake. Eyes focused slowly, the non-textured white ceiling coming into view. The floor, he decided, was not all that uncomfortable. Of course, the fact that Deacon had given him more than one pillow had been a large factor in the ending equation.
"Ergh," he said, taking a moment to sit up and his hand going through his hair, as if its neatness mattered at all to him. It didn't, but it was something to do with his hands until he lit up.
That’s when the door slid open and a sternly thoughtful Deacon entered - yes, entered, because the sun had not just gone down, it had been nightfall for hours.
Scud's two simultaneous days of blood loss had sapped him of enough strength that he needed the extra sleep. Scud now had new bandages on his wrists and his neck had been cleaned - but the one who had done the acts would never speak of them.
The vampire crossed the room to his closet to dress, ignoring the human without so much as a glance as he sometimes did.
Scud watched his new master cross the room; he hugged a pillow close to his chest and chewed on his bottom lip for a while as he watched Deacon rifle through his clothing.
His throat was cleared, and he had to wonder before speaking if Deacon was still angry with him. The new bandages on his wrists implied otherwise, but one could never be so sure with Frost. "Hello," came his awkward words. Good morning just wouldn't work at this point.
He leaned against the wall, and his stomach rumbled in an awfully loud manner. "Er, don't suppose you've got somethin' to eat?"
Deacon put on his white shirt and clung to the skin that was damp from water - an old, annoying human habit of his was the impulse to bathe.
And though he'd not forgotten that part of his humanity - he had forgotten human's necessity of eating food. He had none in his apartment. And when Deacon recognized this, it also occurred to him he had practically none of the things that a living, breathing human needed in a home. This was how quickly and pragmatically that Deacon Frost thought and he silently went to the single desk in the room - a blank white surface cut only by the dark, black shape of a broken lap top computer - and withdrew a drawer from the desk's side. In which were files of information on each of his nightclubs and on the bottom, a wallet.
"You'll have to buy some." Plastic was drawn from the leather fold and Deacon regarded his pet while the plastic was turned casually through his fingers. "And anything else you need." Unless Scud wanted to sleep on the floor again, a flat, futon kind of bed would be required. Deacon didn’t voice this detail nor was he concerned that Scud would abuse the privilege - not if he wanted to remain under his master's protection and thus remain, importantly, alive.
Deacon approached the pet, but did not pass the credit card between them when he reached down and picked up the human's stubbled chin in his fingers. A new thought jaggedly marking the smirk on his feline mouth. "I bet Guiseppe didn’t even mark you with a glyph..." To this Deacon' s grey-blue eyes closed as though completely amused. "He truly had no intention of keeping you alive at all, did he?"
He released Scud's chin. "You can’t leave this apartment without one, nor are you even safe outside of these doors without me unless you have one." The card was put into his pocket and he was leading the way out. "Let's go."
-----
It had hurt, but not as much as he had imagined that it would. Talking was harder now, because his bottom lip was swelled. Josh imagined that this would go down quickly enough--but that didn't mean it wasn't inconvenient.
He was intentionally pouting in a mirror on the wall of the underground tattoo parlor, staring at the little shapes tattooed on the inside of his bottom lip. It was hard to see, as blood kept welling up and over the bold black lines.
Deacon stood back to the wall beside the mirror, observing the human's pout with an expression that wasn’t smug, but was more like subdued satisfaction.
That mark, the glyph, on Scud's lip was Deacon's. The arch and the row of line anciently inscribing his initials permanently onto his pet. Now it was lethally official. He was to be Deacon's pet until one of them died. And Deacon had plans for neither occasions.
He didn’t closely inspect the shape for errors or to ensure Scud wasn’t in too much discomfort - the vampire kept a reserved examination from where he stood. He was positive of the human's safety. So he gave Scud the credit card and the freedom of its limitless amount, as well as a key to the apartment.
"Don’t take long."
----
Telling a man to "not take long" at the same time as he was being handed a bottomless credit card was a cruel, cruel thing. Still, Josh "Scud" Frohmeyer was trying his damnedest to do as told.
After a stop to McDonald's (two cheeseburger extra value meal as well as two pies for one dollar) he found himself--while smoking and eating his last pie--at the doors of a late-night mall. This was nothing new for the city of New York. And so, dropping his cigarette to the street and crushing it out with his beat up sneaker bottom, he stepped inside.
He knew that the first thing he should really look to getting was food, but that fact that he was completely sated due to the McDonald's made him lean toward electronics instead.
A powerbook laptop, ipod and over-sized set of headphones later and Scud was feeling a little guilty.
Not too guilty, because it was a sweet-ass computer. But a little guilty. Still--he'd see how all his new technology went over with Deacon before obsessing over owning more of it.
Next was clothing--for half of the night, Scud had thought he was going to freeze to death. It wasn't long before he found exactly what he was looking for. It was over-sized, hooded and camouflaged-it was a lovely coat. Hiking boots were next on the list, and then Scud found himself buying shirts that he knew Deacon would like--all red--and jeans that were all about the same as the ones he was wearing now. The colors different, just for the sake of variety.
A glance at his watch (also new) told him that he'd been gone damn long enough. A stop to the grocery store for microwave meals and he'd be set.
An hour later and Scud was nearly falling over with bags as he turned the key into the lock of the apartment. He felt disturbingly content with his place in life now--minus his bed of floor. That was next on his list of things to ask Deacon for the "okay" on.
Eyes wandered the room as he set his load of bags down, searching for his master.
Deacon stalked the main room with a headset phone.
"Take care of it, Quinn." A pause and a frustrated brow furrowed under the vampire's over long bangs. "No, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Deacon clicked the button and pulled the head set down to rest around his neck. A brow was lifted at the door and the entrance. And then at the abundance of packages.
"Found everything?"
Scud smiled brightly, and the fact that his lower lip was still a little puffy didn't matter at all. "Er, yeah, I think so." He resisted the urge to let out a nervous cough, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his new over sized coat.
The small headset phone that had been Deacon's head was oddly alluring, and Scud fought the urge to ask to see it. It had always been an obsession of his to take electronics apart to see how exactly they worked. Instead, he nibbled the inside of his cheek. "...Wanna see?"
Deacon felt oddly willing to indulge the human's urge to show and tell. But Scud had spent the entire night shopping at it was nearly dawn.
"Tomorrow, before the party." Yes, another one. They were frequent and necessary to strengthen his influence amongst the loyal followers that attended.
But the vampire was far too entertained at the sight of the his pet dressed so drastically different - the casual, inexpensive new jacket that Scud was wearing was horrific and arousing to a degree that completely made no sense to Deacon at all. So he allowed himself to get close enough and pluck at the jacket's zipper running open down Scud's front. Deacon's eyes followed the zipper up, failing to keep himself distant from the hunger that swelled whenever he touched the pet. "Cold?"
A slow breath was taken, and Scud eyed the hand on his jacket zipper. "It's.." There was a little pause as he gave a half-nod. "Cold at night in here." Actually, it was cold all the time in Deacon's apartment, but Josh had dealt with worse, so saw no reason to really complain.
Once again, he found himself confused. Deacon's on-off actions with him were alluring and unnerving both. Heads or tails, Scud? Hot or cold?
Cold.
But, no, he was oh so damned hot. Scud found himself leaning in closer to his master, without even thinking about it.
Curiosity sent Deacon's hand into the jacket's open folds - craving drew that hand under the human's loose, cheap shirt - longing spread his fingers when they reached the skin.
It didn’t help Deacon in his effort to deny his recent urges when the reason for all those urges was leaning in to him, pressing him, asking him. His own gaze had dropped to his hand and it's path.
Deacon could feel warmth and simply preferred the cold. So he did feel the warmth of that flesh and his touch surrendered it's self to the dim burn of it, slowly.
The fingers circled the edge where the top of Scud's worn jeans met his skin, fingers dipping in an inch in the front of the jeans, straining the copper button there but diving no farther nor loosening the fly, just holding the human’s hips inches from his.
"Its not always cold at night." Grey eyes settled on Scud's. Hatred and lust. But Deacon was disengaging without proving the statement true, drawing hand away and putting the space between them back into its proper distance. "Near dawn." A signal with his finger to the already closed metal blinds over his windows, and the vampire exited to his room.
Scud watched Deacon Frost exit the room with a look of utter consternation. His mind was racing. Was that an invitation? It hadn't really seemed like one.
But... it was something. Only time would tell, the young human decided, fishing a cigarette from his new coat's pocket and lighting it.
Now that he was back, with all this stuff Scud couldn't even imagine sleeping. So he wandered about with one bag to the next, finding places to put the things he'd bought. The fridge turned out oddly empty, and so his groceries had no trouble finding a home.
Clothing was set in a corner in Deacon's room, and toiletries in the bathroom adjoined to the room. (Aah, to brush his teeth again!). Finally, when all that was done with, the tired was setting in, but he still wasn't actually ready to do the sleeping. Instead, he gathered up his blankets and pillows and set them next to the nearest plug outlet. Once everything was into a semblance of order, he brought out his new laptop and went to town.
And that was how he fell asleep--the light of the screen illuminating his face.
-----
Tbc…
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Next chapter ( a VISUAL Preview, bwhaha): I like to call it, The Collar.