The Collar, Chapter 2
Title: The Collar
Author: groffiction, Azriel *Grim Reaper of Fiction*
Rating: NC17 All the way baby.
Pairing: Adommy, and past Adam/OC
Summary: Refer to Chapter One for full summary. Tommy wakes and finds himself alone… and at home. Yet he can’t forget the stranger in the club, nor the feel of the vampire’s touch on his skin. As reality comes crashing down around him, he goes back to work, hoping to see the vampire again. Dom/Sub vampire/human fic.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys, just the plot and a few characters you don’t recognize. Please don’t twitter or sue. I am broke. Period. You won’t get any money except for maybe a ball of lint, so please, don’t sue. Thank you.
Warnings & Notes: This is a Dom/Sub fic. It is a bit loose because I love my boys having pure consent, so it’s not nearly as dark as some would expect. However, angst, sex between two men, violence, bloodplay, and gore is TOTALLY in this one. Thank you adommylover for helping me with the Hunter/Prey part, andvalress and analiise for helping me come up with this fic in general. Without your encouragement this fic probably would have stayed a oneshot. So therefore, this fic is dedicated to all three of you.
Chapter 2: The Protector
~You’re walking through the streets at night
And your heart is full of pain
You don’t know where to go
Your life is full of hate and fears
You feel so lost and you feel alone
You’re looking for a change in your life~
Tommy groaned softly, rolling over and blinking through his splitting headache at the obscene sunlight coming through his bedroom window. Funny. He hadn’t remembered opening the window last night. Getting confused, he sat up wearily and almost wished he hadn’t.
Damn, what hit me last night? Did I drink too much? His thoughts scrambled for any semblance of remembrance.
He slowly got out of bed, hissing at the ache in his lower back. WTF??? Had some Joe finally popped my cherry? Oh man, that hurts! He heel toed it over to the window and closed it with a sigh.
He then shut the curtains, feeling his eyes adjust to the darkness in his room. Nice. Much nicer. The bedraggled man stumbled to the bathroom and did his morning habituals and winced under the shower spray. Hell he hurt all over. His ass ached, hell his whole fuckin’ body ached. Did he get in a fight with a bunch of angry doms last night?
He washed himself and tensed, finding a bite mark at his throat. Oh hell, what the fuck was that??? His eyes widened as his memory started coming back to him.
Fuck no. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!! Tommy cursed inwardly, hissing in pain as he prodded the fang wounds.
He’d been bitten… and… utterly fucked by a vampire? Yea… that’d look good on your personal history. Not that he was really complaining. Really. He’d been wanting a good lay for a while now, but still… a guy? Much less a vampire?
Tommy admitted he was into creepy horror clips, but real life shit?
The waif like man finished bathing, shivering slightly at the thought of the strange vampire. Adam… that was his name. And he’d given him a night of pleasure that topped even Tommy’s wildest dreams. But still… he wasn’t even sure he swung that way. Tommy worked in a gay strip club yea, but he never got turned on by the boys… at all.
He only did it for his artistic side… nothing more. And it was fun dressing in drag and getting good money from baring a little bit of skin. But now… now what was he going to do?
The blonde was thoroughly and utterly confused.
His hand went up to touch the wounds again and brushed up against something. He blinked and suddenly turned off the shower, shaking all over now despite the steam warmth of the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain and got out of the tub, nearly stumbling over to the vanity and mirror. Scared, and more than a little pissed, the boy wiped the condensation off of the mirror.
And he stared. And stared. And stared.
“Shit!” He cursed, reaching up to finger the soft leather collar. A fuckin’ dog collar.
Oh he remembered Adam snapping it cleverly around his neck before thoroughly blowing his brains out through his ass and cock, but damn… he hadn’t taken it off… had he? He rubbed the expensive collar, liking the feel of it on his skin. It felt natural… it felt almost… erotic.
It also felt good… as if he was owned… yet free at the same time. How strange, yet… Tommy liked it. Not liking where his thoughts were going, Tommy growled and tried to take the blasted thing off.
After a duel with first his hands, then a pair of scissors, and finally with a knife, Tommy gave up.
The damn thing was NOT coming off any time soon, so he’d best get used to it.
He sighed and pouted uncharacteristically. He liked the collar, yea, and he had to admit that the sex had been spectacular, but damn! He wasn’t a friggin’ possession, nor was he a fuckin’ dog or cat!
You sure as hell liked Adam calling you his little kitten last night. His traitorous inner voice commented ruthlessly.
“Shut up.” He growled at himself and toweled himself off.
He got into some grunge clothes, wincing slightly at the ache in his butt. Damn he was sore! Where was some fuckin’ Advil when he needed it? Or scratch that, Ibuprofen straight up?
He brushed his hair a bit before shuffling out of his bathroom and into the kitchen. Next to his coffee pot was a letter with a cartoonish bat on the front. He blinked, arching an eyebrow at the strange envelope. Tommy was one for corny horror things for sure, but still!
A friggin’ cartoon bat?
Can a vampire get any cornier?
But then again, he had no clue about vampires besides the probably false myths surrounding them. Folklore was sweet sometimes, especially when Hollywood attacked it, but sometimes he wondered. He opened the note and blinked.
He had to read it a few times to actually process the information.
My little kitten,
Please forgive me if I have left you without any warning or explanation. But duty is calling me back to home, so I must go for the day. I will be back to see you perform tonight, and then we can talk more about our arrangement. What I can tell you is this: You are Mine. Mine meaning I am your master, you are my slave. You have the right to disagree, you have the right to voice your opinions, and you have the right to refuse me. However… if your arguments do not hold merit for me, and have no good valid reason behind them, they will be discarded. You are your own person, Tommy, but you are Mine to do with as I see fit. I do not tolerate disobedience in any way. Disobedience will be followed by swift punishment. I will explain more tonight. Please pack an over night bag, as you will need a change of clothes after our ‘discussion’.
Until then, your master, Adam Lambert.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! Tommy read the letter again. “Oh damn, so I’m his POSESSION now? I’m his fuckin’ slave? His sex slave?? Oh HELL no.”
But the more he thought about it, the more he understood. Vampires must be solitary creatures that are very possessive of their possessions. And if he was going to be a possession of sorts, then he wouldn’t have to worry about pimps, or jackasses, or anything like that. Tommy did like the sound of that.
What he didn’t like the sound of was this whole ‘mine’ business. Didn’t he have a fuckin’ choice in this matter?
Apparently not.
According to Adam.
Tommy sighed and rubbed his face, trying to keep the despair from rising in his chest. He could do this. He could. He’d faced worse. At least… he thought he had.
So maybe being Adam’s sex slave wasn’t such a bad thing? He wouldn’t have to worry about getting regular sex, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the whole protection issue. And he probably would have the days to himself, wouldn’t he?
He rubbed his arms and anger soon overtook his anxiety. Fuck this… he was soooo going to have a beef with Adam BEFORE he got pushed into something he didn’t want. Sex was nice in a relationship, but in order to have a relationship WORK was to have both parties willing to give.
Oh yea… he was so going to discuss things with Adam.
Tonight.
A plan started forming into his mind and he went to work on going shopping and getting ready. He was going to rock the world tonight, and he was going to MAKE Adam understand he wasn’t a pushover, nor was he an idiot!
~You hate to be a human being
You hate to be so sick and weak
You don’t deserve a life like this
You don’t believe in what they do
I know you are one of us
We are the angels of the dark
We’re everything you’ll ever need
We have the darkness on our side
It will guide us to a better life
No more fear and no more pain
We will protect you eternally
The only price you have to pay is to leave this world behind~
The hunter snarled, angry that he was late. It was all because of the stupid vampire senate. Those fools didn’t understand anything, nor did they talk sense at all. It was filled with lunatics and idiots the lot of them. He scowled, entering the gay strip club, taking comfort when he smelled the scent of his mate.
Well… soon to be mate. He had yet to break the boy. Once he had his full submission, then Adam would make him his mate. But for now, he needed to break in the boy to his way of living.
The hunter went over to the bar, pushing back his long black trenchcoat, shiny and leather, and ordered a blood vodka. He scanned the dancers and spotted Tommy. He nearly choked on his drink when he spotted what the human male was wearing.
A tight black dress that clung to every curve, made of shiny crimson leather with short sleeves and a teasing amount of cleavage shown. There was the collar, snug and accented about the submissive’s throat, and Adam felt his gut clench.
Tommy also had friggin’ shaved his legs and had on thigh high leather spike boots, the heels at least three inches high. The dancer’s hair was glossy and tamed, falling over the right side of his face, obscuring a bit of his big heavily kholed and glittery eyes. Tommy had thick dark crimson lipstick on and Adam ached to delve into those depths.
The image of Tommy’s red and sinful mouth wrapped around his cock made the vampire hiss, baring a bit of fang, lust clear in his body.
----
Tommy spotted the vampire walk in and sit down at the bar. The waif smirked and started dancing on his pole, spreading his legs wide and humping the rod with sensual erotic effectiveness. When he felt the vampire’s hot gaze on his body, he stepped up the act.
The dancer writhed against the bar and leaned in to lick a stripe up and down the pole, wiggling his ass like a minx. And then he turned to glance in Adam’s direction, he was satisfied to see the affect he had on the vampire.
Adam was staring at him with the epitome of lust written all over his face, his jaw slack and sporting the peaking edges of his fangs.
Tommy caught his gaze and smirked playfully. Oh this was soooo going to be worth the punishment he knew the vampire was capable of. Tommy turned around and without dropping his gaze at his vampire lover, pouted and rubbed his hips and back against the pole, reaching up behind himself and wrapping bangled hands around the thick steel. He threw back his head and practically fucked the audience with his hips, his body, his mind.
And when it was over, he picked up his cash, squealing with thank yous and delight at how much he’d made. Man… this was a bonus. He’d made enough for one month’s rent that night alone.
Making his way back stage, he nearly got groped and grabbed by a bunch of punks.
He pushed them out of the way, only to be assuaged with two others, who looked pale and ethereal. Like… Adam.
He froze, glaring at them to cover his fear.
“Oh… where do you think you are going, pretty slave?” One leered at him with fangs, licking his lips crudely.
“Oh get the fuck out of my way. I am no slave.” Tommy growled, slugging the vampire in the face and gut in one move and kicking the other with one well aimed spiked heel of his boot.
Both went down but were quick to get back up, snarling and spitting out curses.
And then Adam was there, wrapping his arms casually around Tommy. He murmured, “It’s ok, honey.”
Tommy sighed, taking in the warmth that was Adam. He snuggled a bit more, and finally realized he was shaking. Visibly shaking. Adam gently ruffled his hair and glowered at the two dickheads behind Tommy, who had frozen in fear.
“I certainly hope you two weren’t thinking of having sex tonight, because as you can see….” Adam reached up to stroke Tommy’s collar. “He’s taken. And has been taken since last night. And this is in plain sight. So why is it… that you guys were still trying to make a pass at him?”
“We didn’t know he was taken.” One blurted out.
Tommy clutched Adam’s jacket and murmured out, “They knew I was a slave.”
Adam’s demeanor changed completely. In an ice cold tone with a mirthless smile, the vampire said calmly, “Is that so?”
The other two vampires disappeared in a flash. Adam growled, knowing that after he settled his scared submissive, he’d be on the hunt for vampire flesh, not just human. He wouldn’t be able to feed from his lover for another day or so, due to drinking so deep the night before.
~You hate to be a human being
You hate to be so sick and weak
You don’t deserve a life like this
You don’t believe in what they do
I know you are one of us~
Adam gently tilted up Tommy’s chin so he could stare into those beautiful brown eyes. “Do not fear them, my kitten. I am known for my revenge… and retribution. They will not see another night on this earth.”
Tommy shivered in spite of himself. Adam was dangerous. Yes, he was hot as hell, and a magnificent lover… if he remembered the night before correctly, but still. That phrase sent chills through him.
“Shhh… don’t fear me, lover.” Adam whispered softly, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on Tommy’s lips, the urge to protect flaring deep within himself. “I will never harm you.”
“Even… during punishments?” Tommy hesitantly asked.
Adam’s eyes softened. “I may be a vampire, Tommy, and you may be my ‘slave’ but I am not cruel. I will never hurt you. Nor will I ever make you feel unwanted or uncherished. Understand?”
Tommy nodded and lay his head against the vampire’s warm chest. “Your view of slavery and mine are totally different then.”
Adam chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Come now. We must talk. I have much to discuss with you. And… I think you have way too many articles of clothing on.”
Tommy sniggered. He couldn’t help but do so. Adam was incorrigible.
Hot… and demanding… and so Adam.
~We are the angels of the dark
We’re everything you’ll ever need
We have the darkness on our side
It will guide us to a better life
The world is dying without faith
Only we will win this game
You will find a better life
In a world without sacrifice
No more fear and no more pain
We will protect you eternally
The only price you have to pay is to leave this world behind
The world is dying without faith
Only we will win this game
You will find a better life~
Author: groffiction, Azriel *Grim Reaper of Fiction*
Rating: NC17 All the way baby.
Pairing: Adommy, and past Adam/OC
Summary: Refer to Chapter One for full summary. Tommy wakes and finds himself alone… and at home. Yet he can’t forget the stranger in the club, nor the feel of the vampire’s touch on his skin. As reality comes crashing down around him, he goes back to work, hoping to see the vampire again. Dom/Sub vampire/human fic.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys, just the plot and a few characters you don’t recognize. Please don’t twitter or sue. I am broke. Period. You won’t get any money except for maybe a ball of lint, so please, don’t sue. Thank you.
Warnings & Notes: This is a Dom/Sub fic. It is a bit loose because I love my boys having pure consent, so it’s not nearly as dark as some would expect. However, angst, sex between two men, violence, bloodplay, and gore is TOTALLY in this one. Thank you adommylover for helping me with the Hunter/Prey part, andvalress and analiise for helping me come up with this fic in general. Without your encouragement this fic probably would have stayed a oneshot. So therefore, this fic is dedicated to all three of you.
Chapter 2: The Protector
~You’re walking through the streets at night
And your heart is full of pain
You don’t know where to go
Your life is full of hate and fears
You feel so lost and you feel alone
You’re looking for a change in your life~
Tommy groaned softly, rolling over and blinking through his splitting headache at the obscene sunlight coming through his bedroom window. Funny. He hadn’t remembered opening the window last night. Getting confused, he sat up wearily and almost wished he hadn’t.
Damn, what hit me last night? Did I drink too much? His thoughts scrambled for any semblance of remembrance.
He slowly got out of bed, hissing at the ache in his lower back. WTF??? Had some Joe finally popped my cherry? Oh man, that hurts! He heel toed it over to the window and closed it with a sigh.
He then shut the curtains, feeling his eyes adjust to the darkness in his room. Nice. Much nicer. The bedraggled man stumbled to the bathroom and did his morning habituals and winced under the shower spray. Hell he hurt all over. His ass ached, hell his whole fuckin’ body ached. Did he get in a fight with a bunch of angry doms last night?
He washed himself and tensed, finding a bite mark at his throat. Oh hell, what the fuck was that??? His eyes widened as his memory started coming back to him.
Fuck no. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!! Tommy cursed inwardly, hissing in pain as he prodded the fang wounds.
He’d been bitten… and… utterly fucked by a vampire? Yea… that’d look good on your personal history. Not that he was really complaining. Really. He’d been wanting a good lay for a while now, but still… a guy? Much less a vampire?
Tommy admitted he was into creepy horror clips, but real life shit?
The waif like man finished bathing, shivering slightly at the thought of the strange vampire. Adam… that was his name. And he’d given him a night of pleasure that topped even Tommy’s wildest dreams. But still… he wasn’t even sure he swung that way. Tommy worked in a gay strip club yea, but he never got turned on by the boys… at all.
He only did it for his artistic side… nothing more. And it was fun dressing in drag and getting good money from baring a little bit of skin. But now… now what was he going to do?
The blonde was thoroughly and utterly confused.
His hand went up to touch the wounds again and brushed up against something. He blinked and suddenly turned off the shower, shaking all over now despite the steam warmth of the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain and got out of the tub, nearly stumbling over to the vanity and mirror. Scared, and more than a little pissed, the boy wiped the condensation off of the mirror.
And he stared. And stared. And stared.
“Shit!” He cursed, reaching up to finger the soft leather collar. A fuckin’ dog collar.
Oh he remembered Adam snapping it cleverly around his neck before thoroughly blowing his brains out through his ass and cock, but damn… he hadn’t taken it off… had he? He rubbed the expensive collar, liking the feel of it on his skin. It felt natural… it felt almost… erotic.
It also felt good… as if he was owned… yet free at the same time. How strange, yet… Tommy liked it. Not liking where his thoughts were going, Tommy growled and tried to take the blasted thing off.
After a duel with first his hands, then a pair of scissors, and finally with a knife, Tommy gave up.
The damn thing was NOT coming off any time soon, so he’d best get used to it.
He sighed and pouted uncharacteristically. He liked the collar, yea, and he had to admit that the sex had been spectacular, but damn! He wasn’t a friggin’ possession, nor was he a fuckin’ dog or cat!
You sure as hell liked Adam calling you his little kitten last night. His traitorous inner voice commented ruthlessly.
“Shut up.” He growled at himself and toweled himself off.
He got into some grunge clothes, wincing slightly at the ache in his butt. Damn he was sore! Where was some fuckin’ Advil when he needed it? Or scratch that, Ibuprofen straight up?
He brushed his hair a bit before shuffling out of his bathroom and into the kitchen. Next to his coffee pot was a letter with a cartoonish bat on the front. He blinked, arching an eyebrow at the strange envelope. Tommy was one for corny horror things for sure, but still!
A friggin’ cartoon bat?
Can a vampire get any cornier?
But then again, he had no clue about vampires besides the probably false myths surrounding them. Folklore was sweet sometimes, especially when Hollywood attacked it, but sometimes he wondered. He opened the note and blinked.
He had to read it a few times to actually process the information.
My little kitten,
Please forgive me if I have left you without any warning or explanation. But duty is calling me back to home, so I must go for the day. I will be back to see you perform tonight, and then we can talk more about our arrangement. What I can tell you is this: You are Mine. Mine meaning I am your master, you are my slave. You have the right to disagree, you have the right to voice your opinions, and you have the right to refuse me. However… if your arguments do not hold merit for me, and have no good valid reason behind them, they will be discarded. You are your own person, Tommy, but you are Mine to do with as I see fit. I do not tolerate disobedience in any way. Disobedience will be followed by swift punishment. I will explain more tonight. Please pack an over night bag, as you will need a change of clothes after our ‘discussion’.
Until then, your master, Adam Lambert.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! Tommy read the letter again. “Oh damn, so I’m his POSESSION now? I’m his fuckin’ slave? His sex slave?? Oh HELL no.”
But the more he thought about it, the more he understood. Vampires must be solitary creatures that are very possessive of their possessions. And if he was going to be a possession of sorts, then he wouldn’t have to worry about pimps, or jackasses, or anything like that. Tommy did like the sound of that.
What he didn’t like the sound of was this whole ‘mine’ business. Didn’t he have a fuckin’ choice in this matter?
Apparently not.
According to Adam.
Tommy sighed and rubbed his face, trying to keep the despair from rising in his chest. He could do this. He could. He’d faced worse. At least… he thought he had.
So maybe being Adam’s sex slave wasn’t such a bad thing? He wouldn’t have to worry about getting regular sex, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the whole protection issue. And he probably would have the days to himself, wouldn’t he?
He rubbed his arms and anger soon overtook his anxiety. Fuck this… he was soooo going to have a beef with Adam BEFORE he got pushed into something he didn’t want. Sex was nice in a relationship, but in order to have a relationship WORK was to have both parties willing to give.
Oh yea… he was so going to discuss things with Adam.
Tonight.
A plan started forming into his mind and he went to work on going shopping and getting ready. He was going to rock the world tonight, and he was going to MAKE Adam understand he wasn’t a pushover, nor was he an idiot!
~You hate to be a human being
You hate to be so sick and weak
You don’t deserve a life like this
You don’t believe in what they do
I know you are one of us
We are the angels of the dark
We’re everything you’ll ever need
We have the darkness on our side
It will guide us to a better life
No more fear and no more pain
We will protect you eternally
The only price you have to pay is to leave this world behind~
The hunter snarled, angry that he was late. It was all because of the stupid vampire senate. Those fools didn’t understand anything, nor did they talk sense at all. It was filled with lunatics and idiots the lot of them. He scowled, entering the gay strip club, taking comfort when he smelled the scent of his mate.
Well… soon to be mate. He had yet to break the boy. Once he had his full submission, then Adam would make him his mate. But for now, he needed to break in the boy to his way of living.
The hunter went over to the bar, pushing back his long black trenchcoat, shiny and leather, and ordered a blood vodka. He scanned the dancers and spotted Tommy. He nearly choked on his drink when he spotted what the human male was wearing.
A tight black dress that clung to every curve, made of shiny crimson leather with short sleeves and a teasing amount of cleavage shown. There was the collar, snug and accented about the submissive’s throat, and Adam felt his gut clench.
Tommy also had friggin’ shaved his legs and had on thigh high leather spike boots, the heels at least three inches high. The dancer’s hair was glossy and tamed, falling over the right side of his face, obscuring a bit of his big heavily kholed and glittery eyes. Tommy had thick dark crimson lipstick on and Adam ached to delve into those depths.
The image of Tommy’s red and sinful mouth wrapped around his cock made the vampire hiss, baring a bit of fang, lust clear in his body.
----
Tommy spotted the vampire walk in and sit down at the bar. The waif smirked and started dancing on his pole, spreading his legs wide and humping the rod with sensual erotic effectiveness. When he felt the vampire’s hot gaze on his body, he stepped up the act.
The dancer writhed against the bar and leaned in to lick a stripe up and down the pole, wiggling his ass like a minx. And then he turned to glance in Adam’s direction, he was satisfied to see the affect he had on the vampire.
Adam was staring at him with the epitome of lust written all over his face, his jaw slack and sporting the peaking edges of his fangs.
Tommy caught his gaze and smirked playfully. Oh this was soooo going to be worth the punishment he knew the vampire was capable of. Tommy turned around and without dropping his gaze at his vampire lover, pouted and rubbed his hips and back against the pole, reaching up behind himself and wrapping bangled hands around the thick steel. He threw back his head and practically fucked the audience with his hips, his body, his mind.
And when it was over, he picked up his cash, squealing with thank yous and delight at how much he’d made. Man… this was a bonus. He’d made enough for one month’s rent that night alone.
Making his way back stage, he nearly got groped and grabbed by a bunch of punks.
He pushed them out of the way, only to be assuaged with two others, who looked pale and ethereal. Like… Adam.
He froze, glaring at them to cover his fear.
“Oh… where do you think you are going, pretty slave?” One leered at him with fangs, licking his lips crudely.
“Oh get the fuck out of my way. I am no slave.” Tommy growled, slugging the vampire in the face and gut in one move and kicking the other with one well aimed spiked heel of his boot.
Both went down but were quick to get back up, snarling and spitting out curses.
And then Adam was there, wrapping his arms casually around Tommy. He murmured, “It’s ok, honey.”
Tommy sighed, taking in the warmth that was Adam. He snuggled a bit more, and finally realized he was shaking. Visibly shaking. Adam gently ruffled his hair and glowered at the two dickheads behind Tommy, who had frozen in fear.
“I certainly hope you two weren’t thinking of having sex tonight, because as you can see….” Adam reached up to stroke Tommy’s collar. “He’s taken. And has been taken since last night. And this is in plain sight. So why is it… that you guys were still trying to make a pass at him?”
“We didn’t know he was taken.” One blurted out.
Tommy clutched Adam’s jacket and murmured out, “They knew I was a slave.”
Adam’s demeanor changed completely. In an ice cold tone with a mirthless smile, the vampire said calmly, “Is that so?”
The other two vampires disappeared in a flash. Adam growled, knowing that after he settled his scared submissive, he’d be on the hunt for vampire flesh, not just human. He wouldn’t be able to feed from his lover for another day or so, due to drinking so deep the night before.
~You hate to be a human being
You hate to be so sick and weak
You don’t deserve a life like this
You don’t believe in what they do
I know you are one of us~
Adam gently tilted up Tommy’s chin so he could stare into those beautiful brown eyes. “Do not fear them, my kitten. I am known for my revenge… and retribution. They will not see another night on this earth.”
Tommy shivered in spite of himself. Adam was dangerous. Yes, he was hot as hell, and a magnificent lover… if he remembered the night before correctly, but still. That phrase sent chills through him.
“Shhh… don’t fear me, lover.” Adam whispered softly, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on Tommy’s lips, the urge to protect flaring deep within himself. “I will never harm you.”
“Even… during punishments?” Tommy hesitantly asked.
Adam’s eyes softened. “I may be a vampire, Tommy, and you may be my ‘slave’ but I am not cruel. I will never hurt you. Nor will I ever make you feel unwanted or uncherished. Understand?”
Tommy nodded and lay his head against the vampire’s warm chest. “Your view of slavery and mine are totally different then.”
Adam chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Come now. We must talk. I have much to discuss with you. And… I think you have way too many articles of clothing on.”
Tommy sniggered. He couldn’t help but do so. Adam was incorrigible.
Hot… and demanding… and so Adam.
~We are the angels of the dark
We’re everything you’ll ever need
We have the darkness on our side
It will guide us to a better life
The world is dying without faith
Only we will win this game
You will find a better life
In a world without sacrifice
No more fear and no more pain
We will protect you eternally
The only price you have to pay is to leave this world behind
The world is dying without faith
Only we will win this game
You will find a better life~
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