The Estranged

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“Some more foolish than others,” Daniel agreed. But it was that way with all species. Even his own, who he found to be clearly superior, had some foolish individuals. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as traitors.

Daniel would have been glad to just give the boy some books and let that be it,  but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in its mouth. “Well, I would be glad to let you thank me, then. I do have my preferences, and I might not like what you do, but I am curious to know if you have something on your mind. Please,” he gestured for the other to speak. “I will not be offended.”

Money didn’t matter to Daz, mostly because he had plenty, souls were more of value to him. Yet he was trying, trying not to think of things like work and find some enjoyment in some shape or form somewhere. He glanced aside when he was spoken to. “I agree, it is very generous of me.” He remarked with a slight shrug, sipping his own drink, at least that made any night a good one. Daz looked over the human at the bar, unsure what the other could do for him at this moment. Humans were only good for their soul after all, at least to him that was the case. “Perhaps, got any suggestions?” He smirked as he returned the question. 

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Trying to push down a sudden bout of anger building within him, Kade couldn’t do much more than shake his head. It felt wrong and confusing but in a way, he understood what Colt meant. Though Kade noticed the distinct flushing along Colt’s cheeks, he acted like he hadn’t noticed and glanced away. The human hadn’t exactly been one for the emotional, sentimental stuff. It was humbling though to hear someone say such a thing about him. “Sorry my philosophies got you into shit,” he chuckled, trying for a moment to lighten the mood.

He cleared his throat and shrugged once he’d managed to relax again. “Rescue mission gone wrong. Though it was just a matter of time I guess,” he admitted grimly. “Before I got backed into a corner I couldn’t get out of.” Kade reached back to rub his neck as if to try and rid some of the tension from it. “Guess my luck ran out.”

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“I would have gotten in shit either way,” Colt said with a shrug. “You just helped me get through it.” He smiled at Kade, but tried not to carry on with the sentimentality. 

Colt nodded slightly, turning his head to blow out the smoke – keeping it downwind from Kade. The last thing he wanted was to have the smoke blowing directly into his face. “You fared better than I did on your own, so to speak.” It had taken hardly any time at all for him to get caught once he was out of the cult. Of course, he didn’t have the same experience Kade did.

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When Kyto had some free time on his hands, he liked to go to the gym to let off some steam. The Dragon in him was always restless when he was in his humanoid form. Kyto had learned to keep in this form for long periods of time, when he was trying to blend in with the other humans. The best way to put the Dragon to rest for a while was to work it off, beat the shit out of some punching bags or swing his sword. That, or have sex. The Dragon was topless, wearing black workout leggings and shorts. He had designed a warrior’s obstacle coarse and barefoot he ran threw it like it was nothing. His speed and strength were key factors to his fighting style. He had picked up his sword that he forged himself and cut through dummies like wheat. Working up a sweat, feeling the heat, Kyto cut down the last of the challenge, twirled the sword and sent it flying to stick inside the solid concrete wall on the other side. He sighed and felt he wasn’t alone. He turned around and saw someone standing by the door to the dojo. “Care to join me?” Kyto asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Colt had paused for a moment, close to the exit, studying the dragon quietly for a few moments. He had intended on leaving before being noticed but clearly that hadn’t come to pass. Clearing his throat, Colt shook his head slightly. “No thank you, Sir. I don’t imagine I would be able to keep up. And I was just dropping off something for my boss. But I appreciate the invite.” The human was fit enough, using self-guided workouts as a focusing tool sometimes (and occasionally just to exhaust himself) but he wasn’t going to try and fool himself into thinking he could keep up with a supernatural being. Of course, even turning down the offer had to be done politely, and he wasn’t lying when he said he was only there to drop something off for his boss.

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Daz was never very giving when it came to, well, anything. But this was an experiment after all. His attempt at not thinking of work and have fun instead, though he wasn’t sure what fun would be. Work was fun to him, though he could see he often overdid it. “You’re welcome.” He said and turned to his Hound who was grateful about the bowl of water they received, thinking for a moment. Having promised to give this try out a good go made him rethink things. “Hope you enjoy it, also anything you drink after this, put it on my tab.” He nearly felt sick at even saying that, giving the bartender a nod to confirm that he was indeed serious about it. 

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His eyes flicked between the superior beside him and the bartender, quickly assessing that this was not normal for him. Maybe someone else would have taken greater advantage of that – ordered more expensive drinks, or drank what they had more quickly. Colt might take advantage of one, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to go to town on the demon’s dime. Besides, he preferred not to drink too much – having control of all his faculties was preferable.

She smiled at his complement. “yeah, strangely we’re a good fit.” she said, Juliet liked to be in charge and if he liked to submit, she would more than happy to do so, specially now that she was rarely in charge.

She made her way toward the water, giving a small moan as the cold water kissed her hot skin. “Right…” She said, her hand moving toward her collar, the collar that stopped her from shifting and let her stuck in her human form. After a few seconds, shoving her emotions deep down she smiled at him. “I’m a werecat.” She said.  “My form in a white tiger, I would love to show it to you but…” She said giving a tug at the collar around her neck.

“I suppose we are.” At the least he was making her smile. He could feel good about that. And taking her mind off their current situation didn’t trouble him.

“Well, it’s quite simple. You have 30 days left on this contract, so better get your affairs in order because once the time is up, your soul is ours.” Dazganor sat half on top of his desk, holding one of the many contracts they had in his hand, watching the other run off. Another successful business day. Though he hadn’t participated in the latest events of the city, he hadn’t been sitting still either, work before pleasure which Caspar often told him off for and he had no idea how to change that. Tonight however he was trying that change, leaving the office to head out for a bit, a Hound by his side as always as he left DV8, heading to the nearest bar to grab a drink. “I’ll have a Scotch, no ice. Give them something as well.” He commanded the bartender as he gestured aside. “And a bowl for my hound.”

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He didn’t often go to the bars, even though they did make for some interesting people watching. Usually it meant just nursing a beer for so long it lost all real interest and why bother paying what he could scrape together for something that became unappealing? But he’d wanted to get out. Needed to get out. He felt like he was going a little stir crazy just going to work and then back to the gutters. 

It was clear that the boy did not like his father, but Daniel wasn’t particularly curious to delve deeper into the relationship between the two. He cared little for human relations in general. “Well, he is human. Most of you have foolish ideas.” He said it in a matter-of-fact way, believing it to be the absolute truth. 

He raised an eyebrow at the boy’s question, unsure if he was just being polite. “Well, is there something you would like to do for me in return?” he asked, a rare smirk playing on his features.

Perhaps surprisingly, he didn’t necessarily disagree. Except he figured they all had foolish ideas sometimes, including the supes around him. But he wasn’t foolish enough to point that out. “Some more foolish than others.” His tone was still careful but he wasn’t exactly afraid of showing some of his distaste for his father.

Vaimiss was debating just letting him go back to his cell. It was becoming clear that he hadn’t meant what he had said before, she’d been far too happy to take it out of context.. and now here they were, tons of burn marks later. A small part of her was tempted to apologize, though both her pride and her upbringing flared to at the thought. No dragon should, could ever apologize to a human. Even if he was more innocent than his forefathers, he was still a slave for a reason. His kind were still her owns sworn enemy. 

When he spoke, she didn’t turn around. It was easier not to. She did however let him speak freely without interruption. At least he could acknowledge the sins of his kind, despite arguing that he wasn’t a bad seed. That part didn’t matter. In the end, they were all bad seeds. Give them an inch and they took your whole arm. But he did make it a tad easier for her to decide what to do. She could be merciful. And she could still turn this to her advantage without resorting to any further violence. Slowly, she turned around to face him again. “Alright. Then you’ll get to prove that to me.” She said, before calling for a guard. This time she spoke to the guard in hushed tones, making sure he was the only one to hear her instructions. Then she left the room in favor of another. The kind meant for intimacy. And per her instructions, he would be unchained, cleaned, his wounds dressed, and then he would be delivered here. In the meantime she slipped out of her clothes, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, waiting. Only when the doors opened did she rise, nodding briefly to the guards before they departed. “You said you were sorry. That you don’t have any ill will towards me.” she spoke, stepping very close. “Care to prove it?” 

He would get to prove that to her. 

She whispered to the guard, and he waited in silence until he was approached, grunting softly as he was released from the posts he’d been chained to. Colt lowered his arms slowly, painfully as it pulled at new wounds. He was lead away, not entirely sure what was going on but not fighting it. Even though the cleaning of the burns may have been more painful than receiving them in the first place. 

The cool salve applied felt good at least, before a fair portion of his upper torso was wrapped in bandages. He imagined it wasn’t going to be pleasant to peel them off later, but he didn’t have the time to focus on that right now. Not when he realised he had been lead back to her. 

Maybe it was hard to believe he could bear no ill will towards the woman who had just caused his current issue of being wrapped up in bandages and under that covered in a salve that was just touching on soothing the irritation. But the only person he truly held any ill will against was his father, regardless of how he felt about being made a slave. He couldn’t say he liked what she had done to him (even if he’d tried to face it like a challenge to overcome) but it didn’t trigger the bitterness in him like the thought of his father did.

But then again, she hadn’t done what his father had. What had happened between the two of them was more complex than that. Despite her bringing out desires in him he wasn’t used to battling, he had already let go of his frustration, so he nodded slightly before saying, “What would you ask of me, Ma’am? In order to prove it.”

Juliet smile, while they dance she almost forgot about the collar around her neck, almost forgot that she wasn’t a superior anymore, that she wasn’t better than him. “You and I are going to be good friends.” She said, he could certainly help her build herself up when other superior tried to break her.

After a few more steps she guided his hand up for her to spin under, finalizing the dance. “See, not so hard, I give you an 9 easily.” She said. “How about we swim now and we can practice more after if you want.” She suggested

Good friends. Colt wasn’t someone who had many friends – not real friends, anyway. He was pleasant enough to be around, and interested enough in being good to the people around him but it wasn’t often he was genuinely fond of someone. He wasn’t entirely sure how this friendship between them would go but it was nice to know he seemed to be cheering her up. The smile he offered her was even deep enough to show dimples, “Glad to hear it.”

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He was exhausted. 

The good news was the dog was going to be fine. The bad news was he’d just cleaned up a big mess. To the point he’d decided to clean up at work before changing into a brand new jumpsuit. At least all he had left was the floors in the main area of the shelter before he finished for the day.

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“Right.” Kade scoffed along with Colt and shook his head. The next generation. Now likely nothing more than warm bodies to eventually be enslaved by the creeps that ran Firebrand. Though he’d been a hunter his entire life, he had always been repulsed by their strange supremacist ideologies. He politely declined the offer of a cigarette with a shake of his head and ran a quick hand through his hair. Duties. 

Kade was almost sorry he asked considering how forthcoming Colt was with all the details. Though he didn’t particularly care for hearing such things, he figured the guy hadn’t really had a chance to talk to anyone about it––someone who actually understood what he’d gone through to some degree. So, he let him talk and he actually listened. It was obvious what Colt’s “duties” had entailed and it creeped Kade out to no end. In fact it made him a bit nauseous. 

“Jesus…” But the sickly feeling faded when Colt mentioned the whippings. The hand that rested against Kade’s thigh slowly tightened into a fist. Poor fucking kid. It wasn’t fair. He’d been dealt similar punishments by his family when he disobeyed so he could truly empathize. Unsure what to offer, the human nodded sympathetically at the other. 

“Sounds like you did the best you could,” he offered. “Stuck to your guns…”

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Colt nodded, “Yeah. But it’s pretty fucking sad when being here feels more free than being out there with them.” At least no one in here expected children out of him. He rubbed the back of his neck and pressed back against the bench, “How’d they get you? As a kid – I guess I kind of thought you were invincible.” His cheeks flushed a little, unusually for him. “You gave me a lot of strength. Helped me stick to my guns.” He admitted, shrugging one shoulder. 

Kate had a weak spot for scar and marks, she particularly liked the ones she made, but she could appreciate other works, her hands slowly moving up and down his back as she could feel the bruises against her skilled finger, she let out a moan as he turned her on just like that.

It was getting harder and harder for her to control herself and her powers, but she did her best while she felt his hand against her body. At his question she smirked at him, it was a little too late to ask for permission for something he was already doing, but it was cute. “Yes…” She said seductively. “If you do something I don’t want you will know.” she said giving a small bite on his earlobe using her power a little on him, wanting to know about his turn on, the desires his body wanted but were almost never satisfied.

Her hands moved to his pants, wanting him naked as soon as possible, she knew they weren’t in any rush this time, but that didn’t mean she could take much long without unwrapping him like a delicious candy.

He could sense her almost feeling out each scar, though fortunately it wasn’t too uncomfortable. While he wasn’t necessarily specifically used to them being touched, it didn’t really bother him that she was – though the moan surprised him a little. The tingling sensation she gave him was sitting right at the back of his scalp now and even though he didn’t really want to give into it, he tried not to fight against it.

When she gave permission, his motions did get a little more confident. One hand lowered further down her body, caressing the curve of her ass. The other travelled up higher, fingertips tracing circles over her ribs. Sex was – slightly complicated, it seemed. He knew what he was doing, had a reasonable amount of experience – but his most enjoyable experiences here had come when he’d been worked up with some pain first.

Juliet smiled. “Of course, I think we have plenty of time to do both, I don’t know about you, but I have no intention of going back until I absolutely must.” After looking at the place, Juliet would prefer sleeping by the river than the cell, but it wasn’t like she had a choice, and if she gets late someone would certainly go there and drag her back.

“But I’m enjoying dancing with you.” Juliet added as they moved, and she guided him a little, so he wouldn’t step on her feet. “I can’t help it, I love being in charge.” She chuckled lightly. 

“Fair enough.” He didn’t particularly want to find himself on the wrong side of curfew, but given that he preferred to be out for as long as possible himself, he understood. 

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Considering it was little over a decade ago, the hunter had a difficult time remembering what exactly followed after. Nonetheless, he took a moment to think about what had happened after they’d met. Nothing in particular stuck out in his mind, although, it would have been just before the war broke out which was significant. His family would have been preparing for a battle, spreading the word they’d be fighting for their territory. “We started gearing up for the war,” Kade answered with a sigh. “Protesting the oppression of humans.”  

“What about you? Your family?” he asked, genuinely curious and slightly concerned. He hadn’t been enslaved since the start of the war, had he? 

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“Well then, you’re an actual baby,” she teased, though she raised a brow when he mentioned his father. “What’s that, the magic number or something?” she asked curiously, cocking her head to the side. For Dragons, like other long-living Supernaturals, time was a very different concept than it was to humans. “To be fair, a lot of us don’t make it that far- humans have been hunting Dragons for centuries- my mate and I are the last two of our species, actually, guess the humans really didn’t like us, huh?” she joked, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned against the counter to watch the boy pick his pack. 

Sliding some money across the table for the cigarettes, and adding a green apple Jolly Rancher lollipop to the mix, Az was soon leading the way back outside. “Don’t mention it, just replaying a debt,” she grinned, unwrapping her lollipop and popping into her mouth. “So what are you up to now?” 

“Not exactly. It’s more like, you’ve hit puberty by then and where I come from that means you’re supposed to start making babies. I wasn’t really a fan of that plan. It’s how I eventually ended up here.” Colt confessed. He looked at her with a genuine expression of sadness as she said she and her mate were the last two of of their species. “I’m sorry. That’s bullshit. I hate what a mess we made of the planet and the prejudices humans have historically had.” He didn’t agree with the mess he was in either but ever since the attack on the city he had started to feel a little more like maybe it was humanity’s turn to not have the upper hand.