[C] Bath Time

By time Gerhard was finished, he'd given Den a "proper" hair cut. It was so much shorter than it was before, but at least it wasn't bald.

Ger stood and returned the scissors to the drawer and then turned around, watching Den with an amused look in his eye.

"Finish cleaning yourself up." He ordered.

"Y-Yeah, okay," he sniffled.

He was hesitant to uncurl himself, but eventually he did. He began washing the blood and hair from his skin, keeping a scared eye on Ger all the while.

Gerhard walked over to Den and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

"Good Haustier." He chuckled.

When Den was nice and clean, he pulled the drain and helped the human get out.

He then wrapped a big fluffy towel around Den and guided him over to his bed.

"You will be my bed warmer tonight." Gerhard explained.

He flinchde when Ger pressed a kiss to his head.

The affection didn't have the same strong hold on him that it did not so long ago. He felt like he'd finally been slapped in the face with reality.

All it had taken was a threat to cut his finger off.

"Yes, sir," he murmured softly.

Gerhard could tell that Den was really breaking.

The German man viewed this whole ordeal to not only be like a game, but also a work of art.

Den was his masterpiece.

He had taken a boy so willing and turned him into this scared creature before him.

"Lay on the bed." Gerhard ordered, starting to strip from his clothes and change into more suitable nightwear. It was getting close to morning.

Den shifted away from Ger, until he was as the edge of the bed, and laid down.

He rolled over so he was facing away from the Vampire and stared silently at the wall.

Den was usualy the type to sleep spread out. His only way to get comfortable was to starfish out over the bed. But now he was curled into a the fetal position.

Once changed, Gerhard came to the bed. He grabbed Den by the hair and pulled him back towards the middle of the mattress. He then held the boy stead by his hips, digging his nails into them.

His teeth grazed over Den's neck, scraping the flesh lightly.

Den's eyes clenched shut when he was dragged back by his hair, clenching his teeth together to force back any noise he would have otherwise made.

If he didnt react, Ger wouldn't be interested, right?

Or would that make him more interested? Wanting to pull a reaction from the stubborn human?

His hips barely moved as nails bit into them, and he only let out the slightest of hisses.

The eeth scraping over his neck got a more obvious reaction out of him, though. His head tilted slightly, as if reluctantly offering his neck. Hiding blood from a Vampire was sure to cause a reaction. He was safer if he just offered his blood.

Gerhard wasn't the type to follow most forms of logical thinking. He had no rhyme or reason, just chaos.

No reaction wouldn't be good for Den. If he wanted to fuck a corpse he'd fuck a corpse. Not a human.

No, a reaction would be in the man's best interest. However the kind of reaction could determine the amount of pain he'd have to endure. The less he offered himself to Gerhard, the better it would be for him.

Gerhard bit down harshly into Den's neck, more aggressively then he needed to. He wanted to hear the human whimper in pain and fear.

Den inhaled sharply as the pressure of Ger's jaws bored down on his neck.

He groaned in discomfort and sriggled a little in the Vampire's firm hold, attempting quite feelby to find a position that was a little more comfortable for him.

Gerhard took his fill of the human's blood, his stomach feeling warm from the rich sustenance.

Luckily for Den he wasn't an over-eater, and once he was done he was content to fall asleep with his little blood-bag wrapped in his embrace.