[C][M] A Little Birdie Tells Me

Graeme-Kerr was in the green as far as being scolded by Giacinto was concerned.

He stretched out with a contented groan that stretched out into an almost cat-like purr. "Shame there are no windows in the building. I could have probably gotten out that way."

Oh well. Now he just had to play the waiting game.

"Just whack off until you feel a little better," he mumbled. "The thought of you being hard is distracting." He didn't quite realise how that sounded.

Next time Zuri tried to act protective of De, the Elf would think twice before sassing him. He acted protective to keep the boy out of nasty situations like this.

"You could try punching the door again."

He replied with a smirk, seeing the man break his fingers was oddly satisfying.

That's what he got for rejecting him, which he had to admit, stung a little bit. Decebel was so accustomed to people coming into the club and desiring him, if not for his body than his blood that to have someone look at him in disgust and throw him away more than once brought up certain insecurities that he didn't know he had.

"Sorry if my suffering upsets your delicate sensibilities."

He replied, his tone a little more snappy that he had meant to be. Still, he took the chance as his hand slipped between his kimono and he softly began to stroke his arousal, this time really trying to be quiet, he had no desire to jerk off in front of this man but he didn't have much of a choice.

"Bouncers aren't much use when they're out for broken fingers."

His unbroken fingers stroked gently over his broken ones and he gave a soft hiss. "I need to splint these. Is there anything in here that can help?" He didn't heal as fast as some Vampires, which meant things like broken fingers needed some encouragement and time before they healed properly.

"Yer no' the only one sufferin', kid." He was annoyed at the little jab and that came out with the sudden thickening of his accent.

Graeme-Kerr sat up and his hair flew around him with the sudden movement. He cradled his broken fingers again, his gaze falling to them.

"Do we have anything that can help or no'?"

Decebel sighed and pulled the wide ribbon from his hair, tossing it over to the Vampire, at least he could bind his fingers together with that so he couldn't move them.

"You can have that."

He replied as he continued to stroke himself, his skin flushing a little darker as he bucked up into his hand.

His breathing picked up a little bit, he was quickly pushing himself toward his release.

Graeme-Kerr watched the ribbon flutter through the air uselessly before drifting to the ground between the couch and bed.

He slid off the bed and bent down to pick up the ribbon.

With practised ease, he cushioned the spots between his broken fingers with the pink ribbon. He pulled his own black ribbon from the pocket of his sinfully tight jeans and wound it around three fingers.

"There. That'll hold it up for a while."

"Told you I could heal it."

The Elf murmured, slightly offended that the man had refused his help, he hadn't wanted Graeme's help but that hadn't stopped the man from sticking his tongue in his ass.

"Now go to sleep or something."

He didn't need to man listening in on this, he wanted a little privacy.

Graeme-Kerr was a stubborn asshole. That was why he was refusing being healed and had ignored Dec's protests.

The man leant back against the beds headboard, eyes sliding shut as his hands rested in his lap.

"Wake me when that bitch finally lets us out," he mumbled.

Decebel went about helping himself out, stroking himself quietly until he was sure Graeme was sleep.

When he heard the man's breathing deepen he gave himself more satisfying touches.

He brought himself to his release over and over softly moaning out into a pillow to muffle his noises.

When he finally felt tired and sated enough to be able the rest he cleaned up the mess he had made on himself before curling up on the couch, hugging a cushion to his chest protectively as he kept his back against the couch.

Graeme woke up hours later feeling slightly better than he had when he'd drifted to sleep.

His fingers hurt like fuck and he was locked inside the room, but he had a new job to fall back on and he didn't have to wait quite so long to be let out of this room.

His good mood faded when his eyes caught something that wasn't in the room when he fell asleep.

A table set up a few feet in front of the door. The table held a fondue pot filled with melted chocolate. A can of whipped cream sat next to it and a platter of strawberries in front of them.

There was a note perched on top of the strawberries.

After a moment's hesitation, he got up to take a look.

My Dearest Graeme-Kerr and Bell

I heard the two of you conversing about food. I thought your suggestions of chocolate and cream was a marvellous idea. Enjoy your spoils together.

Much love,
Giacinto Acardi

Decebel was sleeping soundly when Graeme got up.

The Elf had exhausted himself with all the times he had played with himself.

Getting himself to come without playing with his backside made it more difficult, but he had managed.

Decebel breathed deeply, nestling his face in against the pillow he was snuggling in against.

Graeme-Kerr gave a soft groan as he took half a step back and sat down heavily on the couch, his back almost close enough to press against Dec's crotch.

"That bitch," he sighed, crumpling up the note in one hand.

Tony wasn't letting this go.

Fucking bitch.

"Hmm?"

Decebel murmured as he was pulled from his resting by the man sitting on the couch, making it bounce him a little.

He looked up groggily, still half asleep as he rubbed his eyes, his long hair sprawled out around him since he had handed over the only thing keeping it tied up.

"What happened?" He yawned as he stretched out a little.

Graeme-Kerr tossed the note to the sleepy Elf.

"Yer Mistress is a bitch," he mumbled as his eyes slid shut. He leaned back so his back was supported by the luxury leather backrest. That also pressed his lower back against Dec's hips.

He didn't care right now.

"Breakfast of the porn stars."

Dec picked it up and unscrambled it, reading it slowly with a roll of his eyes.

"Should have been more careful with what you said, giving her ideas is never a good idea."

He sat up a little glancing at the table with a groan.

"This sucks...and I'm actually getting hungry."

Chocolate and whipped cream wasn't going to fill him up, even if he just ate it all normally. The strawberries did look tempting but he wasn't going to get up just yet, he was just starting to feel better after his Mistress's kiss.

"I guess we are staying in here until she gets bored and gives up."

Graeme-Kerr snorted loudly as his hips shifted, rubbing the material of his shirt against Dec's hips and member unintentionally.

"I'll no' be talkin' much from now on," he grumbled softly.

He sighed and his head rolled back, supported on the back of the couch.

Graeme-Kerr was ravenous. He was beyond hungry but he wasn't going to be touching any of that on the table. Even if his stomach screamed at him; like it was on it's way to doing.

He stayed quiet about the man rubbing up against him, it was effecting his body but he blocked it out, luckily his body was still sated from last time as he managed to stay fairly limp.

"Can't believe we slept through her opening the door..."

He muttered, grimacing when he saw that his bloodied plug was no longer on the floor.

"Shit...she has taken it..."

"I was fucking knackered. Far past a farmer's bedtime." That was his excuse. He was the sort of Vampire that was early to be and early to rise. Rose with the sun and slept with the stars. Not very common a Vampire was found like that.

Graeme-Kerr ran a hand over his face.

"When I get hold o' that bitch..."

A grin curled his lips as he imagined just what he'd do to her.

"I haven't been out in the woods for a few days..."

The Elf gave a soft sigh, he was meant to be heading out there after this client but now he didn't know when this was going to be ending.

Hopefully it was soon otherwise he was going to start feeling like shit tomorrow.

"How are your fingers by the way?"

He had been worrying about himself and hadn't considered the other man, he was annoyed with him but that didn't warrant being uncaring.

"Better'n las' nigh'. Two or three days should see me right."

His green gaze turned to pin Decebel out of the corner of his eye. "How 'bout yer ass an' cock?"

Suffering a Succubae kiss with no release was worse than two broken fingers.

Decebel blushed a little bit, normally he didn't get embarrassed easily, but that was with people who actually desired him, he didn't know how to react to Graeme.

"Getting better, came a few times before I fell asleep, helped a lot and my ass is healing up, still a little tender but it's alright."

It would take a while until it stopped aching completely but he could deal with that.

"It was no worse than a little tear. Give it a day or two and ye'll be right to bend over for whoever you please to. Work the tear with some saliva a couple of times a day and it'll heal quicker."

Graeme-Kerr knew how to deal with a tear or cut. They ached like fuck but there were a few things you could do to help them along.

The Vampire rolled the thick muscles of his shoulders and back and gave a soft moan. The bed was very different than his own. Far more comfortable. He felt far too relaxed after spending a night on a good bed.

"Yeah, I know, I am owned by Giacinto, I've been torn before."

She got a little too rough sometimes when she was excited, whether it was by her had or at the hand of one of the men he had been with it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Still, it wasn't pleasant.

"How's your hungry holding up? You gonna be able to last another day?"

He knew well enough that Graeme wouldn't accept his blood, the man had practically spat it out before.

"Move your butt."

He muttered, tapping Graeme's hip as he wriggled out from underneath him to move toward the table of food.

The thanks he got for trying to help.

Yeah, I know.

Most people would at least show their thanks for the information, even if they already knew what to do. People outside of Britain were so rude.

"I'll manage." He'd be fine. After they were let out, he'd hunt the good old fashioned way.

Graeme-Kerr lifted his hips so Dec could slip out from behind him.

Decebel hadn't forgiven Graeme, he was the one who had made it so he ended up cut in the first place and the man hadn't even apologized for it.

The whole situation was a bit of a tender subject for the Elf.

When he got up he made sure his robe covered his body, not that it helped really. He pushed the sheer fabric over his shoulders, letting the top of it fall down over his waist, at this this way he had two layers of it covered his body, it made it much harder to see through.

Dec moved toward the table and picked up a strawberry, inspected it before licking it. It tasted fine, hopefully nothing was wrong with it. Still the stomach wanted what the stomach wanted. He dripped the berry into the chocolate before popping it into his mouth.

Fuck Tony's intentions, he was just going to eat them.

Graeme-Kerr kicked up his legs to stretch out on the couch when Decebel stood up.

He gave a heavy sigh as he propped his feet up. They were clad in heavy work boots, caked in mud as they always were. He only owned the one pair of shoes.

"Not poisoned, then?"