[C] Moving House

Rayner obediently moved closer as he was pulled in, his crotch pressing up against the man as legs wrapped around his waist.

His hands slid down Cy's sides before grasping onto his hips firmly, their bodies crushing together.

He continued to drink deeply, each passing day he was being more and more sated, the feeling of starvation was dulling, though he noticed that whenever he drank excessively he would end up with a headache, he was unsure of whether this was a byproduct of his greed or not.

The feeling of headaches was common to Vampires who had inner beats lurking close to the surface. Ray was one of these people; someone with a sinister being lurking just beneath the surface.

Some Vampires fought this darker side of them; hated to be associated with them. These Vampires suffered severe headaches when their beasts got stronger. This happened most often when fed large amounts.

The more one fed, the stronger they became. The same was true for the beasts lurking within a Vampire's consciousness.

Cy blinked sluggishly, letting out a soft breath.

"Enough, honey."

His Sire's words barely reached his ears, he was too enthralled with his meal.

Rayner tried his best to do what he was instructed to do, even if it caused him anguish and pain, he always tried.

To say he was being defiant now would be a falsehood, he wanted to pull away but when he tried to loosen his grip and pulled back his hands tightened and he pushed forward.

The man gave a soft sob in against Cy's throat, he knew he would be punished for this, but he couldn't help it, his self control was slipping.

Cy gave a soft sigh when Ray didn't pull back.

Disobedience annoyed him immensely.

"Enough," he repeated. The second time. One more time and things would get serious.

He knew it. Ray knew it.

They'd find out whether Ray would act, knowing what was going to happen if he didn't.

Rayner's eyes screwed shut at the repeated order, he needed to pull himself together, he needed to be able to stop himself.

He tired to pull his fangs out of the man's skin by sheer force and found himself biting down harder.

Panic and dread set in, his body beginning to tremble in fear at the thought of being punished, he gave a soft whimper.

He hated to admit it to himself, it was often forgotten during the happy moments they shared with one another, but he really was scared of Cyneric, the man was older and stronger than he could ever hope to be and he was at his non-existent mercy.

Remarkably he managed to get some control of himself, his will to keep feeding was overthrown by terror and his fangs slipped reluctantly from the man's flesh before his own body crumbled, leaving Rayner kneeling on all fours, propped up on his elbows as his hands clutched onto his head, his body heaving in a deep pant from the effort required to pull himself away.

Cy's blue eyes were hard as they stared down at the crumbled Fledgeling.

Perhaps he had pulled a wrong move when deciding to start feeding him more. The beast was taking control and Ray was fighting it.

Nothing good would come from Ray fighting his beast.

"Strip. Kneel. Hands behind your back."

As his body grew stronger so did the unconscious Rayner, the beast could feel himself slipping despite his own efforts to stay on the surface.

He wanted to be with Cyneric, he didn't want to go but the human side of him was not laying down easily.

His gazed turned back up to his Sire, mouth gaping as he took in much needed air, he knew what those orders meant, Cy was upset with him. His body tensed as he pulled off his clothes and sat up on his knees, placing his hands behind his back to avoid annoying the man further, if he could do anything to lessen the severity of his punishment he would.

Cy leaned down, fingers pressing under Ray's chin. He pushed Ray's head up so he was staring up into Cy's less than impressed ice-blue gaze.

"Greedy child. Do you think it's okay to disobey direct orders?"

His voice was deceptively soft.

The firm touch of his fingers was just an inkling to the less than pleased emotions running through the Vampire.

Cy leaned forwards a little more, tongue tracing the line a drop of blood had made down his Fledgeling's chin.

The look his Cy's eyes as he was forced to stare at them made his blood run cold, the man's gaze was like frost, chilling every part of him.

"I.." couldn't control myself, it wont happen again.

He wished he could promise that, but he had more than enough reasons to not trust the integrity of that statement, and breaking it would only get him in more trouble in the future.

"No."

He muttered as Cyneric licked his chin, his throat constricting as he swallowed thickly against the fingers at his throat.

"It's not okay, I'm sorry."

"If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place," he half purred as he pressed his lips to his Fledgeling's ear.

Everything about him was calm.

Too calm.

It induced more fear than visible anger would. The cold anger that Cy felt was a dangerous thing.

"If you can't stop when I tell you to, you won't get the privilege at all."

Rayner's hands clenched behind his back and began to tremble again, feeling the man's cold breath against his ear as he spoke those words had him at the point where he wanted to break down into sobs.

That would not quell his Sire's rage, he knew that, there was no way of sniveling out of this, tears wouldn't earn his mercy.

His heart felt as though it had stopped as Cy spoke again, his gaze snapping over to the man.

If he couldn't control himself he wouldn't be allow to feed at all, ever?

"You would let me starve to death?"
He muttered in barely a whisper, a single tear which had threatened to spill this entire time slid down his pale cheek as he looked up at the man.

It was moments like these that he wondered if Cy truly cared about him at all.

"I'm not that cruel."

Ray hadn't pissed him off enough to deserve that punishment.

Yet.

His fingers stroked over the boy's cheek, wiping away the singe tear with a gentle caress. A small movement that, while almost unnoticeable, did show that he cared. Somewhat.

"A week should give you some time to think."

He didn't know whether or not to believe that statement, he wanted to, to his very core he wanted to believe that Cy cared about him enough to ensure his live was safe.

The man's eyes widened as he came to his conclusion.

"Cy...please no..."

He pleaded, last time he was forced through a week had been a living hell, he never wanted to go through that again, the pain was horrific.

"Please, I'll behave, I swear."

"You should behave without something like this looming over your head."

His decision was final. There was no going back on this one. Ray needed to learn to do things the first time he said them.

Not the second or the third.

Gods above help him if he got to the third time again. Cy would not be kind to him if Ray did that.

Rayner's eyes narrowed before sliding shut, his head pulling away from the man's touch as he recoiled.

He hated this, truly hated it. He resented himself for not being able to control his own body.

His shoulders slumped in defeat as he gave into his fate, there was nothing that could be done about it now, he just had to hope he was resilient enough to make it through this week with his mind and body still intact.

With the punishment finalised and Ray accepting his fate, Cy's whole countenance changed.

The mood lifted as Cy brushed off his thighs and stood.

"Dinner's over. Shame we left it on such a sour note. Come on. Time to show me how thankful you are for buying this house just for you."

He strolled past the boy kneeling at his feet, heading towards the hall, leading upstairs.

It was hard to muster up his thanks when that punishment loomed over head, all he could think about was the next seven days, how each day would prove to be more miserable than the last.

Still, he wouldn't let this beat him, he had overcome starvation before, it was a sensation he knew well enough at this point.

Rayner pushed himself onto his feet as he padded grudgingly behind his Sire, following him in utter silence.

Cy pushed open the door to their playroom and stepped aside.

"I bought lot's of new stuff. What do you want to play with first?" he asked with a wide grin.

There were a lot of new toys for the two of them to play with.

Cy couldn't wait to play with all of them.

"You get to pick." Now the punishment was out the way, Cy could go back to being somewhat nice.

Having to play nice when he was being punish wasn't fun in the least.

He wanted to hiss and swear but instead he had to be obedient and entertaining, still, it was better than being locked in that room all alone for a week, just the thought of going back there made his skin crawl.

Rayner looked over the toy, still trying to pretend he was grateful, which deep down he was, it was simply buried under loathing for his situation.

"I don't know what to choose."

He muttered, his hands fiddling idly with pieces metal and leather.

Cy tutted softly.

"Now now, pick something."

He was being nice enough to give him the option of choosing something himself. The least Ray could do would be to actually pick something to play with.

Ray didn't need to do anything else to upset Cy.

His usual lust during feeding had quickly died away the moment he disobeyed Cy and the panic began to set in.

Still, this was expected of him, his Sire wanted his gratitude for what he had done.

His gaze turned over all the displayed toys, hoping to find something that would cause the least amount of damage if the man got mad with him again.

"Here."

He muttered, gathering up a few items, things they had used before, bindings, rings and vibrators, they could only do so much damage, he didn't dare give him any of the whips or metal devices that littered the room.

With a smirk, Cy took the items from his Fledgeling.

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The Vampire purred softly as he stretched out on the large bed in the room. Their play and been long and fun on his part. Less could be said for Ray.

The boy had been teased and tortured, bitten and fucked hard.

Now the two laid in a sweaty mass on the bed.

Cy leaned over, dragging Ray's body closer as he buried his face in the boy's neck.

Rayner lay still, panting softly, silently happy that it was over, despite his Sire's slowly lightening mood he hadn't been overly kind during their time together.

His lower back ached from being fucked, at least he had managed to come more than once.

When he was pulled close his arms wrapped around the man, nuzzling his own face in against his neck.

Even after everything he was still fond of the man, he had told Cyneric once that he loved him, it seemed like a long time ago now, but he still meant it, no matter how cruel and unfair his Sire was to him, it was unconditional. Still, out of spite he wouldn't mutter those words again.

Cy lips caressed the boy's throat in a gentle caress.

His tongue lapped out over his neck, tasting the sweat that clung to his skin.

His fingers ran through his Fledgeling's hair idly, curling the growing strands between his fingers. It was growing out healthy now. Soon it would need another trim but otherwise it was nice and healthy.

Cy pulled back a little to capture Ray's lips in a soft kiss.

All of Rayner's anger faded as soon as the gentle lips pressed against his own.

It was all he needed, a single tender moment to show him that this man, this cruel, merciless man cared even the smallest bit about him. All he wanted was Cy's approval and affection.

His hands weaved through the man's long hair, grasping onto it in gentle desperation as he kissed him back with the utmost tenderness.

He was blind to see what was happening to him, for everything bad that happened to him at his Sire's hand he didn't blame Cy for, he couldn't, the man was his world now, he was all he had left now that everything had been stripped away, he blamed his own inability, he blamed himself for not being strong enough to control his own body, he hated that part of him that was out of control.