[C][M] The Return

A grin full of childish excitement pulled at his now-pierced lips. He'd decided to get his lower lip pierced on a whim the night before. He liked the little rings gracing his skin.

That childish glee quickly turned into the feral smirk of a hunter.

How quickly he had changed his tune. A few days of solitude and starvation and he was admitting that he needed the Vampire.

Cy wanted to laugh.

"Then tell me how much you need me," he purred in a soft, husky voice.

He smirked again as he held himself up. Close enough for Ray to feel the warmth of his body, but not close enough to touch.

He wanted to drive the boy wild.

Rayner's eyes flashed with desperation and anger as Cyneric pulled away from him, moving just beyond the touch of his body.

He hated that distance, he had been alone and in agony for far too long, he didn't want to be alone any more, he didn't want to be restrained and forgotten.

Words escaped him once again, his mind was too much of a mess to be able to think straight, he couldn't tell the man about his need, even if he was coherent there wasn't words for it.

Instead he decided to show the man how much he needed him.

Rayner was faster now, stronger, and much more desperate.
He pushed the man over onto his back against the blood coated sheets as he pressed his body against him, straddling his hips before leaning down and capturing the man's lips.

His teeth and tongue worked against his Sire's mouth, offering up all the passion and desperate need that he could muster.

A little frown marred his lips when Ray pushed him over.

He didn't like people taking control in these sorts of situations.

He returned the kiss, pressing up against his boy eagerly. But he ended it far too soon for Ray's liking as he pulled the boy's head back with a tight grip on his hair.

"Ah, ah ah," he admonished. "That wasn't nice. Taking control without asking like that." Cy tutted. "Do I have to tie you up for another couple days? You promised you'd be good."

He arched a brow and waited.

He groaned as writhed as his head was pulled back, his body trying to get free.

Fear flashed through his emerald eyes at the threat, he didn't want to go through that again, he couldn't, being starved like that made him wish for death's release.

Tentatively he crawled backwards, moving off of the man's lap and sitting back on the mattress with his knees up against his chest, grasping onto his torn and bloodied wrists.

He couldn't be bound up again like that, he just couldn't.

A small whimper passed the man's lips as he sat there, shaking his head slowly.

Cy watched him silently as he crawled back off his lap and curled up into a ball.

He looked so pathetic like that.

"If I want you in my lap, I'll have you in my lap. But if you want to be in my lap, you have to ask to be in my lap." His voice was firm. Telling Ray how he stood in this situation.

"Do you want to be in my lap?" the Vampire quirked a brow as he waited for the answer.

He felt pathetic, Cyneric had stripped him of everything, even his humanity, leaving him with nothing but suffering.

But now the man was back as was his chance at easing some of that suffering, if his Sire was around, so was the possibility of blood.

"Yes."

He muttered as he found some of his inner strength, he wasn't about to break down and snivel, he was stronger than that.

"Then ask if you can be in my lap like a good boy." He emphasised the last two words.

Good boy. Ray was supposed to be behaving like a good boy right now. Acting out and taking control wasn't the act of a good boy. This was his chance to redeem himself before Cy decided to take control of the situation and punish him.

The Vampire patted his jean-clad thigh, grinning at the boy as he once again waited.

How much would the boy do if he ordered him to under the guise of being a good boy for him?

He'd have to test that out soon.

Rayner's frantic panting had slowly slightly as his body calmed now that he had taken in a fair amount of blood.

Though through his parted lips it was easy to see his fangs were still extended in lustful need.

"Can..."

He started, his tongue slowly lapping over his chapped lips, stroking over his sharp teeth, his fangs were clearly still aching and causing him discomfort.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

He muttered, his shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

"Yes you can," he giggled, patting his thigh again, this time in invitation.

He wouldn't punish him. This time.

Ray had backed away and done as he had asked this time.

Next time he acted out, though, the punishments would fly. He was going to make sure Ray knew he wouldn't be getting an easy ride being his Slave.

Rayner crawled back into his lap, wrapping his legs around his waist as his arms circled around the man's neck.

He had been through a terrifying experience all on his own, he didn't know what was happening to him and now that he had someone, anyone, with him, he didn't want to be alone again.

He pressed soft kisses to the man's neck, his body tensing as he felt the man's heart beat gently beneath his lips, his fangs ached more insistently but he didn't bite down, his stomach full of blood and the man's threats were the only things keeping his bloodlust at bay.

Instead he nuzzled against Cyneric almost affectionately.

This was what Cy had wanted.

He wanted Ray to crumble under everything that had happened to him in the last week alone and come to the first pair of open arms he saw to be built back up again.

This had gone so well.

Cy nuzzled against his boy in return, fingers trailing down over his back slowly.

One finger slid between the Fledgeling's cheeks, stroking his entrance gently. "Does this still want me, honey?"

"Yes."

He muttered with a shiver, despite his fear his body was still rock hard, his lust didn't waver no matter how much his emotions fluctuated.

His body pushed down against the finger slightly, he didn't know what he was allowed to do any more, he didn't want to risk being locked up and alone again.

Cy gave a soft noise in the back of his throat, not quite a purr and not quite a chuckle.

Ray had been broken down spectacularly.

He had expected a little more rage and trying to tear his throat but this was a pleasant surprise.

His tongue caressed the boy's throat gently, a purr sounding in his chest as his fingers rubbed at him teasingly.

Rayner only had so much control of himself, Cyneric was lucky, he actions were being dictated by his physical lust at the moment.

His is emotions were to slip be could easily fall into a blood fuel rage and attempt to tear the man apart savagely.

His fear held him back, for now.

A soft groan passed through his parted lips, his tongue tracing over his extended fangs as a deep aching set in again, no matter how much blood he had just consumed, his was still hungry.

The hunger the boy felt was normal.

Fledgelings were usually constantly hungry for days after being turned. Ray had been starved in those first crucial days. He'd be absolutely ravenous for a long time. Perhaps even weeks.

It would take a while for Ray to gain back any sense.

His fingers continued to stroke and tease him as a grin curled his lips.

He wanted the boy to be writhing and thrust against his fingers before he even pushed them into him.

Rayner began to writhe as his body was stroked, he didn't want to be teased right now, he had been through enough torment in the last few days without being taunted now.

His mouth opened wide, his jaw stretching as his mouth ached, the more lust he felt the worse the pain got.

The fledgling whimpered as he chewed roughly on his lip, his body grinding against the man's hips more insistently.

Cy paused in his teasing strokes to give the boy's teeth his full attention.

He pushed a finger into the boy's mouth as his hand dropped away from his backside. He pushed the finger under his upper lip and stroked over his teeth, taking extra care and time as he stroked his fangs; his blue eyes wide in childish awe.

"Your fangs came in so pretty."

They were long and sharp and dangerous. Weapons.

And they looked absolutely beautiful.

Rayner's mouth opened instinctively as Cyneric's fingers delved into it.

His eyes slammed shut as fingers stroked over his fangs, causing his mouth to water in need, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he tried his best to resist biting down on the finger.

He knew he would get into trouble then he would be bound and left alone again, dealing with that would be far worse than having the man's fingers forced into his mouth.

The man tutted, a pout pulling at his lips as his finger ran over his lower teeth.

All human.

"You only have top fangs," he complained.

It was a normal occurrence for turned Vampire's to only have the one set of fangs. Cy, himself, had two sets. Top fangs and bottom fangs, he called them. And that was because his clan was known for it. They had evolved the second set of fangs over millennia to draw more blood from their prey.

He'd only ever had two Fledgelings that had taken on the two sets of fangs his clan was known for.

He always hoped that every one of his Fledgelings took on that trait. It made them more his if they shared traits with his clan.

He pulled back from his Sire slightly, his hands dropping from their place wrapped around his shoulders to grasp at his throat as he let out a pained groan, whining as he recoiled slightly.

"So hungry..."

He muttered, his voice taking on a husky, rasped edge as his entire body shuddered.

Despite feeding greedily he was still ravenous, he could easily drink twice as much as he already had.

The Vampire chuckled softly.

"Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you feed again."

His disappointment over the lack of bottom fangs hadn't lasted long. He was already excited to have Ray wanting something from him again.

This was turning out much easier than he thought it would.

His hips rocked up against the boy's.

His eyes flicked back up to Cyneric, slowly falling to the man's neck, even from this distance he could clearly see the veins in his neck, surging with what he desired most.

A low, growled purr rumbling in his chest as he moved closer to the man again, his head nuzzling in against the man's throat, his tongue swiping over his skin.

His lips parted and pressed against the skin.

Rayner froze, a breath away from biting into the skin but unable to move, his mind was screaming for him to stop even though his body pushed him forward, to just take it without regard.

He would be punished again, tied up and abandoned.

His body tensed, his hand bundling in Cy's shirt as he pulled his mouth away with unimaginable effort, resting his forehead against the man's chest as he whined, grinding his hips down against him.

Cy smiled when, despite how much he wanted to, the boy didn't bite him. He could feel Ray's desire to feed. It was rolling off him in waves.

And yet he had pulled back.

It showed that he respected Cy's authority.

Or feared his punishments.

The Vampire didn't care which it was.

He was just pleased his Fledgeling was being so well behaved. And with his happiness, a reward came.

"You may feed."

As soon as those words fell from Cyrenic's lips and the threat of punishment was lifted his long, sharp fangs dug into the man's neck again, piercing his throat deeply.

Rayner took long, hard pulls of blood, which he swallowed eagerly.

The sound of his insistent gulping was the only noise the Vampire made as he clung to his Sire, his hands bundling in his shirt as he held the man close.

Cy groaned softly when the Fledgeling's teeth pierced his throat again.

Fuck. He loved the feeling of fangs in his skin. He had just hoped that Ray would have taken to biting his thighs instead. It was much easier hiding his thighs from Sonia than his neck. He didn't need the girl freaking out over seeing him all torn up.

That would set back his chances with her. He was beginning to grow fond of her.

His hands found the boy's hips, rocking up against him.