[C][M] A Twisted Fate

"Then don't bring the subject up."

Cy didn't feel the need to give his name. If Ray wanted to know, then he'd outright ask. Until then he'd live in anonymity. He was fine with that.

And he was fine with not knowing the human's name. He honestly didn't care what Ray's name was. He already had a name for the man in his head and he had been calling him that since it had stuck.

His fingers began stroking over the man's sides and thighs again.

He had questions for the Vampire, ones that were dwelling heavily on his mind but he didn't want to ask them, he didn't particually feel like talking to the man.

Making idle chit chat in a situation like this seemed pointless, more than pointless.

Rayner quickly fell silent as he gazed over at the window, it was still so dark outside, day time was a long way away.

He couldn't help but yawn softly, it had been so long since he had slept and he couldn't help the fact that his body was weakening, relaxing a fatigue set in.

And so they went back to silence.

Cy didn't mind. He rather enjoyed the silence. He could focus on the sound of the human's breathing and heartbeat.

He liked the sounds.

They were both slightly fast. Ray was frustrated. Frightened. It made the Vampire purr softly. He was enjoying the human's fear.

His hands continued to stroke and caress.

Outside seemed like such a long distance away, he never thought he would miss the old, sleepy streets.

Perhaps once he got free he would go and lay out in the park, letting the sun caress his pale skin.

It wouldn't be warm though, he could enjoy the heat once he got off the plane, his mind thought over where he might like to live.

France maybe, or America, he had always wanted to see Manhattan, he couldn't afford to live there but perhaps he could live in Brooklyn.

A small fleeting smile graced his lips, he liked that idea, he liked escaping into his own mind for a moment, escaping the reality that he may not escape and if he did, would it be too late?

That grimacing through had him sobering up very quickly as the warmth faded from his gaze, replaced by desperation as he stared at the window.

"I'm tired... Go away."

He muttered, relaxing against the bed, his body was giving in to his need for sleep despite his struggling to stay awake.

The Vampire listened with a smile as Ray's heartbeat slowed and his body relaxed.

He knew the man had no choice. His body was basically forcing him to shut down so he could get the rest he needed. Not even Cy could stop that need, no matter how much he wanted to.

"You get a two hour nap before I start work," he informed the tired human, giving his backside a firm pat.

"Get some rest."

A two hour nap would be long enough. He wasn't going to train a sleeping body.

The only time he ever touched a sleeping body was to wake it up.

He leaned over to kiss the man gently before sliding off the bed and padding out into the livingroom.

What shit was on TV at the moment?

Rayner ignored all the the affection he was offered, the petting and kisses, instead allowing his eyes to fall shut.

Cyneric was right, he really had no choice in the matter, he had deprived his body of rest for far too long and now he was being made to shut down.

The inevitable threat of what was to happen once he woke didn't have time to play on his mind, instead as soon as his eyes were closed he was sleep, his breathing coming in soft, slow breaths as his body finally relaxed completely.

Despite his fear, his sleep was dreamless and uninterrupted, he simply dozed peacefully.

The Vampire flitted around restlessly as he waited for Ray to sleep.

He laid around watching TV for a short while. Then sang along to music for a few minutes. That got boring quickly. He sat around, tapping his foot.

He hated waiting like this. He was excited for starting the human's training. And now he had to wait.

After half an hour of flitting between doing things, he hissed softly to himself and stood up, stalking to the door as he slung his jacket over his shoulders.

He'd go out for a human-speed walk around the town.

He was out for well over an hour before returning to the apartment.

There. It was now late enough to be able to wake Ray up. He could have his fun. Cy stripped of his jacket and shirt as he strolled into the bedroom.

He laid down next to the sleeping human, nuzzling against him and murmuring softly in his ear to rouse him gently from his sleep.

He tried to ignore the nuzzling against him that threatened to wake him from his much needed sleep.

However his body instinctively began to rouse, his eyes slowly flickering over, looking around aimlessly.

This apartment was still so new to him and for a moment he forgot where he was, though when he did begin to wake properly he groaned softly as he eyes landed on the Vampire.

That was not a sight he wanted to see, the man sighed as he stayed slumped against his bed, pain radiating from his wrists and ankles, the short nap had lifted the hazed veil of fatigue off of him and now he could feel the sharp aching in his limps.

"How much longer do you plan to have me tied to a bed?"

His bindings had only came off briefly as he was groomed, other than that he had been stuck like this.

He wanted to stall the inevitable for as long as he could, perhaps if he kept making requests, how long would it be until the Vampire lost his patience?

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Until you submit," he replied immediately.

He could do it. It was easy. Keeping the man tied up like this. He'd done it plenty of times in the past with stubborn people. He'd kept them strung up longer than Rayner had been held here at the moment.

Cy pursed his lips.

"This'll be the first thing I'll celebrate when you become mine," he decided as he untied the human's arms, retying them behind his back. He wasn't giving Ray any freedom now he had had some sleep.

He dragged the man off the bed and into the bathrom.

The Vampire leant against the door, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he waited, blue eyes following Ray's every movement.

Rayner struggled slightly when his arms were bound again, groaning as he was dragged to the bathroom, his sore wrists rubbing against the leather binding them.

He looked at the Vampire for a moment as he stood in the bathroom, with his hands unable to be used how was he meant to do this.

What was more concerning was the fact that he was going to be watched.

For obvious reasons he couldn't stand up to pee so he took a seat on the toilet, looking up at the Vampire sheepishly for a moment, was this really how it was going to be?

He gave a sigh, obviously he wasn't about to get an privacy anymore.
It took a few moments for his bodily functions to kick in, mainly stage fright from being observed.

Another groan sounded from the man as he tried to move his arms, Cyneric hadn't thought this through very well.

"I...I need my hands..."

He muttered, glaring down at the ground as his cheeks dusted with pink from embarrassment, he couldn't wipe himself without the use of his hands.

Cy's lips curled upwards a little when the smell hit him.

"You humans are so disgusting." This was why he didn't ever taint himself with food. It was utterly repulsive.

Why couldn't Ray just need to piss? Cy could deal with piss. He had to piss. It was normal. Shitting was... He hadn't shit in a thousand years. It was new to him and very very disgusting.

The Vampire stepped forwards with a hardened look on his face. He looked like he was going to war rather than to untie someone's hands so they could wipe their ass.

"Couldn't you humans find another way to get rid of waste than shit? Honestly, its so gross." He sounded more like a whiny child now.

The Vampire leaned over his human, his chest pressed to Ray's face as he reached over his body to untie his wrists.

Rayner's eyes narrowed as Cyneric spoke, it was hardly his fault, it was a natural function that he couldn't stop.

"It's hardly my fault, plus it could be worse, if I was eating properly I'd have to go a lot more."

He had been given one meal in two days now, and he hadn't been given a single thing to drink this entire time, he was thirsty but he had other things on his mind.

Once his hands were untied he gingerly reached over to grab the toilet paper and wipe himself down, he didn't want to make any sudden movements to make the Vampire want to tie him up again.

When he was done he flushed and slowly rose to his feet.

"I'm just going to wash my hands."

He explained as he took a tentative step toward the sink.

Only a few more days of this, he thought happily.

Just a few more days of having to feed the human. A few more days having to watch him poop to make sure he didn't do anything unsavoury. A few more days of having to let him up to do anything at all.

In a few more days, Cy could really have his fun.

He'd have a new Vampire on his hands. A hungry new Vampire with a taste for his blood.

He could make this very fun.

"Quick, quick," he called out, clapping his hands together. He was in a good mood now. The future was cheering him up.

He just needed to get through today and the fun could begin.

He leaned over the sink, washing his hands slowly before cupping them and taking a few large gulps of water, that felt so much better.

Rayner splashed some water on his face and grabbed a towel to dry himself off.

He walked back toward the Vampire, suddenly tossing the towel in his face to distract him before driving his fist into the man's stomach.

Rayner tried his best to dart past Cyrenic and run toward to door, he knew his time was running out and he needed to get away.

The towel in the face distracted him for the three seconds it took to realise what had happened and tear the towel from his face.

The punch in the gut probably hurt Ray's hand more than it hurt his stomach. His body had tensed when he had been blinded and with the well-defined abs on his person, Ray had hit the equivalent of a walking brick wall.

What really hurt the human, though, was when Cy kicked him to the ground and pinned him, dragging his arms up behind him painfully, keeping a grip on his forearms that had the bones creaking under the force.

"That wasn't a nice thing to do," he admonished.

"And look what it's got you," he tutted soft, dragging Ray up to stand, his arms still pulled painfully behind him.

"Come on, let's get you back into the bedroom. We have training to be doing."

Rayner cried out as he was struck, falling to the ground immediately, before he could react his arms were being pinned and crushed.

The man screamed in agony, his arms felt like they were about to snap under the force.

"NO!"

He screamed loudly, thrashing in the Vampire's grasp as he tried to get away from him, his legs kicking and digging into the ground to try and stop them as the bed came back into view.

A sob sounded from the human, he was truly terrified and it showed as a tear slid down his face.

Cy giggled as the man began to cry.

He loved breaking people down like this. Seeing their tears and hearing their screaming, feeling them struggle beneath his hands.

It sent shivers down his spine.

"I'm not doing anything painful."

In fact, he was certain it'd be quite pleasurable for the human. If he relaxed enough for it.

The Vampire hummed idly as he pushed Ray down onto his stomach on the bed and tied him in place again.

Then he picked up the plug and bottle that had been knocked to the edge of the bed.

"Now we can play."

"Please don't do this."

He muttered in a small plea as he was tied back down onto the bed.

His struggling stopped as he buried his face in the sheets and gripped onto them tightly, until his knuckles turned white.

Any struggling he did now would only hurt him further, he didn't want to be in pain.

Cy flipped the lid on the bottle and tipped it, drizzling it over the human's entrance as he continued to hum. His hum had taken on a definite tune now. ABBA.

He crawled up onto the bed and sat down by Ray's hip as he pressed the cap back down on the bottle.

He tucked a strand of hair behind his pierced ear then let his fingers stroke against the wet substance on Ray's skin.

He rubbed against the man's entrance slowly. He had until sunrise to get the man relaxed enough to be able to penetrate; even if it was just with a singe finger. Any progress today would be good progress.

"Don't go wasting your emotions," he sang softly as he massaged his human's tight ring of muscles.

Cy was a good singer. His voice held a slightly husky quality as he sang, making the lyrics more of a seductive purr than a song of love.

Rayner shuddered violently as the cold liquid dripped against his most vulnerable area.

His hands tightened their grip on the blankets as Cyneric's fingers rubbed against him.

He would never forgive the Vampire for doing this to him, all Vampires, he hated them for existing, for being real and for having the ability to make him feel weak and defenseless.

"I hate you."

He muttered, it sounded childish and he doubted the man even cared, in fact he was sure the man wouldn't give two shits about how he felt toward him.

His body trembled softly against the bed, he couldn't shake his fear.

"Humans like using words they don't understand, don't they?"

His soft, pleasant hum hadn't even faded from his voice.

He didn't care about what Ray thought about him. Whether he adored the very ground he walked on or hated him with every part of his being.

Which he couldn't do. Humans thought they were so passionate. They knew nothing of passionate emotion. They were just children in this life. They couldn't even fathom true hatred if it hit them in the face.

His fingers continued to stroke and tease the human. He didn't attempt to push a finger in yet. There was still a long way to go before Ray would accept a finger.

His human was so stubborn.

Rayner chuckled bitterly as he looked over his shoulder at the Vampire, glaring angrily.

"You don't think I know what hatred is?"

He asked with a sneer staring up at him with a glare.

"I think you're the one who doesn't understand, you are dead inside, just a husk, nothing more than that.

You just use people for your own entertainment against their will.

You're lonely aren't you, probably can't make it with own kind, I bet they hate you as well."

He muttered.

"I know you don't know what hatred is," he snorted softly, grin on his lips. "Let your dislike fester for a century or two. Then you may know a fraction of what true hatred is."

The Vampire was enjoying this little banter.

Ray knew nothing of true emotion. He'd be feeling everything so much more powerfully when he was turned. He'd love to see him struggle to get his head around his new emotions.

"I'm as dead as the next person. I feed off the life of the living. You'd be hard-pressed to find one Vampire that doesn't. All we want is to feel alive."

He giggled softly as he leaned over to nuzzle against the human's ear. "Aren't you lucky I chose to feel alive through you?" he whispered softly, dipping the tip of his finger into the human's entrance.

He ignored that last little jibe completely.

"You want to feel alive, so it is jealousy that makes you want to steal my life from me?"

Cyneric was going to turn him into a Vampire, he was going to be killed and reborn as no more than a corpse with a heart beat.

Rayner grit his teeth as the finger pressed into his slightly, his body beginning to thrash around, forcing the man out of him.

"Get your hands away from me!"

He growled, his limbs pulling roughly on their bindings again as he tried to get free.

"I'm not going to be like you, I'll kill myself before I let that happen."

If he couldn't escape, if he was turned into a Vampire he would die at his own hand, he wouldn't let Cyneric keep his life in limbo.

Jealousy? Perhaps.

He'd never put any thought into it. Nor did he want to. He didn't care what drove him to do the things he did. He did what he did and didn't care about why he did them as long as they bring satisfaction to him.

He withdrew the tip of his finger but continued to stroke him. He wasn't letting up. Ray would be trained tonight. He'd get that plug in him tonight if it was the last thing he did.

"You're so melodramatic."

His free hand stroked through the man's hair.