[C][M] A Twisted Fate

"In that case, you can be the one that lays down and has a strangers dick shoved up your ass."

He replied with a glare as he slid down the wall slowly, sitting himself on the ground.

This was like something out of a horror story, trapped in his own house with a supernatural creature that wants nothing more than to devour and defile him.

Wonderful...He thought to himself. I'm stuck in one of the most cliche genres ever.

Cy gave a shrug and a slight curl of his lips, his eyes visibly darkening.

"Sorry, honey, not my scene." Definitely not his scene.

"And I'm not shoving my dick up your ass. Wouldn't that throw the idea of training up in the air? I want to train and stretch you first so it won't hurt."

Cy continued to just sit on the bed, watching his human.

His dark eyes slowly lightened and his lips began to curl up into a grin again.

Rayner just sat there, pulling his knees in against his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

He rested his chin on top of his folded arms as he just sat there, glaring over at the Vampire.

His eyes didn't waver as Cyneric watched him, he just continued to stare at the man with all the hatred and spite that he could muster.

"I'm not doing it."

He replied adamantly, if Cyneric wanted him it would be by force, he would never give himself over willingly.

"You'd put all the pretty gifts I bought you out of use."

Cy pouted as he leaned over. He'd left the bag in the room last night when he had tied the man to the bed. He picked it up and rifled through it.

After a moment, he pulled out a bottle of lube and a small plug.

He set the two objects down in front of them then dumped the bag down on the floor again.

He stared at the human silently as he toyed with the plug.

"Come and join me on the bed." One.

His eyes followed the Vampire's every movement, ultimately he knew that he was defenseless, even if he saw the man advancing, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

His brows drew together as he watched him unpack the bag, his eyes warily glancing down at the stuff on the bed, a horrified shudder running through his body.

No...He wouldn't, he didn't care if he would be beaten senseless for being defiant.

When the 'request' was made he dropped his gaze, leaning his forehead down against his bent knees, the arms banding around his legs tightening as he instinctively tried to make himself as small as possible.

He had been asked once...his teeth bit into his lower lip as his eyes clenched shut, he was bracing himself for the third time he had to be told.

Cy tutted softly when the boy just curled up in a tight ball.

Maybe this boy wasn't as emotionally exhausted as he thought he was. Oh well. Give him a few days and he'd be thoroughly exhausted.

He could do what he wanted without having to go through all of this.

"Come join me up on the bed." Two.

The Vampire waited. Nothing. He just sat still.

With an over-exaggerated sigh, he slid off the bed and padded towards his human.

His hand fisted carelessly into his now shorter hair, dragging him up. he slapped his cheek with his free arm then dragged him across the room, throwing him down onto the bed.

He forced the man over onto his stomach and began tying him to the bed again. "Join me on the bed," he murmured softly. "It's a simple enough request."

When his arms and legs were tied again, Cy slapped both of his thighs hard enough to leave a very defined hand print. "One for each time I had to ask before you obliged," he informed.

Rayner flinched after the second request and he heard the man walking toward him.

His torn hands clawed at the hand clutching onto his hair as he was dragged toward the bed.

He fought as his arms and legs were bound, he put up quite a fight considering his state of exhaustion.

Rayner gave a frustrated sob into the mattress below him as his hand bundled into the sheets tightly.

He cried out and flinched each time his thigh was slapped, his body rigid and tense, trying to deny the man any access to his body and his cheeks pressed together tightly.

Cy wasn't going to get anywhere like this, he realised with a frown.

He had to have so much patience with unwilling partners. Sometimes it got a little frustrating.

Instead of trying to force the man, he just laid down next to him.

He stroked the man's back and neck gently.

He could wait until the man relaxed a little.

He didn't want to relax, he didn't want to seem complaint, the thought of showing any kind of obedience to Cyneric made him feel physically ill.

When a hand stroked over his neck and back he tried to pull away, shying away from the gentle touches.

"Just let me go..."

He muttered into the mattress as his face was buried in against it.

Cy could be far more patient than Ray could even imagine.

He could lay here for days for Ray to relax enough to let him do what he wanted if he had to. He just had to wait for Ray to crack.

"I can't do that," he replied in a gentle voice.

Cy shuffled closer to the man, draping himself over his back and nuzzling into his neck, kissing his skin gently.

"Give in to me, honey. I'll treat you well."

"Why not?"

He questioned, finally showing his face as he looked up at Cyneric in confusion.

There was nothing stopping the Vampire from just walking away.

Being this close to the man sickened him, how could Cyneric be such a violent bastard one moment then he nestling up to him affectionately the next?

"Because I can't let myself. I promised to teach you manners and that's just what I'll do." He caressed the human's jaw and cheek tenderly as he spoke.

Cy didn't see the horrific things he was doing.

These things broke some people down. Not Cy. He couldn't understand that mindset.

What he was doing was a favour to the man.

He was dragging Rayner away from a boring life; teaching him manners and bringing excitement into his life.

He had to be firm sometimes but that was normal. He needed to teach Ray the best way to behave. He was teaching him manners.

"Give in to me," he crooned again.

"You want to teach me manners? Then what, will you let me go once I've learned them?"

He asked, a slight hope sparking in his dulled eyes as he looked up at the Vampire.

Though he already suspected the answer, no, he would never be escaping this man, he was psychotic and for some reason he had caught the man's attention.

"I can't..."

He muttered, shaking his head as his face pressed into the sheets again, if he gave into Cyneric now, the man would want to have sex with him soon enough.

Cy pursed his lips thoughtfully at the question, a low hum thrumming in his throat.

His mind screamed no.

No! No, how could he? Ray was his. His human and soon his fledgeling. He'd be his forever to do what he pleased with.

"Perhaps," he finally decided.

He was keeping him to teach him manners. When he became a good bitch with perfect manners, he'd have nothing else to teach him. That would be the time to let him go and live his life with his new manners.

That was what he had had in mind when he first decided to claim him.

...But why did that thought now make him frown a little?

"You can.Soon you will," he purred softly, kissing his human's neck gently.

It was the way out he needed, all he had to do was learn manners, if he couldn't escape the man he may need to consider just doing what he wanted, he couldn't keep living like he had the last few days.

This constant torment, the crippling fear, he hated it and it ate him up inside.

Defy and he trapped forever.

Obey, learn, then perhaps he would be freed.

But that threat, being turned, he didn't want to be a Vampire, he didn't want to give up the sun and his life, only to be trapped with this man.

Another shudder ran through him as his neck was kissed, he hated the man's affections more than his violence.

"Shhh," he cooed softly when Ray shuddered.

Cy kissed at his neck gently again, tongue lapping out to taste his human's skin. He could smell his blood pumping under his skin.

All it would take would be one bite. One little bite. The piercing of his fangs. Then he could drink the sweet nectar of this man's blood. Fill himself with the heat of his blood and get lost in the sweet taste.

"I'll treat you so well. Show you things you've never seen. Bring you pleasure unlike any other."

His voice took on a low rumbling quality. A soft purr that tickled his human's ear.

"All you have to do is give in."

His fingers began caressing Ray's skin again. Slowly, gently, down his sides and over his thighs before stroking back up to his ribs again.

He didn't trust the affection, it was eerie, it felt misplaced, like the calm before the storm, gentle touches before the final blow.

He cringed as his skin was tasted, it reminded him all too clearly that for Cyneric he was a meal, a living breathing meal that he could sample over and over again.

"Untie me."

Rayner muttered softly, the tugging of his limbs was slight, he didn't have the strength to thrash about as he usually would.

His torso shied away from the stroking, arching away from him.

"Not until you submit."

He could keep the man tied here like this until he submitted completely. It would be easy to do so. The only compromise made on Cy's part would be having to feed the man human food before he turned him.

But he could handle that if it meant forcing him closer to submitting.

His teeth scraped gently over his human's neck.

"Submit to me, honey."

"You will turn me, wont you?"

He muttered, dreading the answer, that's what his words yesterday meant, he would be human for now, but sooner or later, that would change, perhaps he would die, or perhaps he would become a Vampire, it seemed the chances of him getting out of this human were slim.

Rayner's breath caught in his throat as teeth grazed over his neck, his eyes widened, his breath beat rising with each passing moment as he tried to shy away.

"You use phrases you don't understand so lightly," he chuckled softly.

This boy knew nothing about turning. What it meant. It wasn't just becoming a Vampire. It was so much more than that.

And the human had said it so lightly!

"I will sire you, yes. It won't happen today or tomorrow. But it'll happen soon."

Becoming a Vampire would be so much easier for the man.

He would be faster, stronger. More powerful. He wouldn't have to eat. Which meant no nasty smelling poop.

Cy thought that was a good deal.

He didn't even get a choice in the matter, this Vampire just crashes into his life and takes control of everything, dictating what his future would hold.

"No..."

He muttered, it wasn't defiance, simple refusal, he didn't want to live like that, he would rather not live at all.

Rayner turned his head, facing away from Cyneric, if submitting to the man meant giving up his humanity, he would rather suffer until the end.

"You'll enjoy it."

His lips twitched in amusement. "You get to bring me harm because of it." He knew that would inspire a decent reaction.

He'd be feeding the fledgeling personally. He wanted the man to be as pure as possible. There was nothing more pure than the blood of a thousand year old pureblood Vampire.

He'd feed the man until his human blood was so dilute that not even he could smell it. Then he'd start him on drinking human blood.

"I'd only be happy if I got to kill you in return."

He muttered darkly, he wanted to move away from the man, roll onto his side and avoid his gaze but with his body sprawled out how it was, it was impossible to move far, instead he simply buried his face in the blankets beneath him as his hands grasped the sheets roughly.

A soft chuckle sounded from the man, a bitter edge in the tone of it.

"You want to do all this stuff to me, you don't even know me, I don't even know your name."

He muttered, how funny, this man would fuck him, turn him into a Vampire and yet, he had no idea who he was.

"You can't kill what's already dead."

Unlike some Purebloods, Cyneric was convinced that Vampire's were dead. They were just lifeless leeches feeding off the lifeblood of living beings like Ray. Everything about the Vampire screamed death.

"Do you want to know my name?" he asked curiously.

His head tilted to the side, pink hair tickling Ray's shoulder. He hadn't expected this from the human.

He had thought Ray wanted to know nothing about him.

"No, not really."

He admitted bluntly, perhaps he would've liked to know if there was a chance of him getting free, there might be some sort of authority who could hunt him down.

Now he knew better, anyone who came to Rayner's aid would just end up dead, or worse.

He gave another half hearted tug on the bindings on his limbs, giving a soft frustrated sigh.