rough waters knows no bounds

that was a rhetorical question and he knew it so there was no point in replying smartly. he’s already fucked up because of his anger getting the best of him, and he hadn’t even made it worth while. he shoved the wolf like some teenager ready to brawl another teenage boy in the cafeteria at highschool. what a waste of disobedience. isaac hadn’t moved when the older man was in front of him again, and wasted no time at all in shoving him back roughly into the wall. at contact the breath left his lungs, and he grunted lowly. “that’s what i’m talking about,” isaac chuckled, still trying to talk and make it seem like he was still in control like he wanted leander to act back–and boy did he deliver. the hand around his throat, body pressed against his keeping him pinned there trapped against the others slender, yet muscular physique. “can’t let myself be a mindless toy they want me to be. can you blame me?” isaac asked quietly, staring the other down until the other ducked his head down, dragging his lips from his cheek to his ear. wolves could smell arousal and leander would smell his. he was a complete mess and he knew it. “yeah? are you gonna teach me? i’d like to see you try.” 

No, Leander couldn’t really blame Isaac. Mindless toys were a lot less fun and while he doesn’t know much about the business, he’s almost sure they don’t generate nearly enough profit. At least, not in his opinion. He always did enjoy a challenge and it’d been some time since his last one. Admittedly, it’d been a hot second since Leander had found himself in this position but it was all too easy to give into it. The feeling of the other between himself and the wall, the feeling of Isaac’s throat at his hand. The undeniable scent that poured off the other. Leander’s own arousal was building and it was very clear that his original intention of this meeting was changing. No complaints from him.

“Careful there, you might eat your words later.” Leander chuckled before he shifted his hand from Isaac’s throat to around the back of his head. Fingers threaded through the brown locks to grip tightly, pulling Isaac’s head to the side so Lea could kiss down the smooth skin of his neck. He was only gentle a few in before his teeth grazed against skin, biting the flesh and sucking on it. Leander had a thing with marking those he’s with. Call him possessive, he couldn’t deny it.

Sighing, he turned and headed back up the dock so he could walk up the path to his own seaside house. He always preferred to be right on the beach. It was home.

“gee, thanks.” isaac seemed unmoved or bothered when leander called him pretty. sure he wasn’t as good looking as other slaves, but he knew he certainly probably wasn’t bad looking if everyone had been taking him out to beat on him a few times. or take him for a spin. when the wolf got up in his personal space though…that didn’t sit well with the human. it made him feel small, powerless. knowing there wasn’t much he could do without his supplies and weapons within the city walls. “you think me being a slave suits me? why don’t you fuck off old man and get out of my face.” isaac practically snarled out, hands shoving the man back and away from him with as much force as he could muster. “you think this suits me because i’m not trapped.”

“You could carry me to your home.” He could be spoiled sometimes too. Either way, he definitely didn’t have the strength to move himself. “All of the tasks put you out for the count…” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Broken bones, acid, poison, razor blades, angry Masters….. I’m getting hurt either way.” It was exactly what those who had organized this had wanted – chaos and pain. “Burned my hand earlier. Now I owe a vampire.”

“yeah, trust me i know. i’ve already come to that conclusion all on my own. thanks for the insight though.” but hearing those exact words come from someone else’s mouth irked him. he truly did pick a awful path to take in life. he wasn’t innocent he had a choice, and he chose the wrong one. he chose to use his hands to kill. “i’m sure but a good chunk of you all weren’t innocent. not that i’m saying some innocents weren’t caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time…because i’m sure they were.” isaac explained, but offered no hint of remorse or any sort of emotion whatsoever. “the only time i feel good ever is when i sleep with someone, so yeah, i do.” it was really the only time he felt anything or let himself for that matter. aside from when he was dabbling in music. singing to himself, playing guitar…otherwise he was pretty numb. the hunter followed after the wolf, taking in the others home and design choices as he pulled off his boots. “so you wasted your money to see if i was okay? i’m flattered you care.” isaac was sure that wasn’t the case though. “sadly though yeah i’m very alive.” living in his own personal hell. 

Leander held his tongue in point out that humans weren’t innocent either. He felt like he didn’t need to directly point that out considering the other was a prime example. With a quick hit against the counter, Leander popped off the cap to the beer and tossed it into the trash can before he took a long sip from the better. “You are alive, that’s for certain. A lot prettier when you aren’t trying to fight me against your better judgement,” Leander teased. Another sip before he set the beer back down on the counter and walked over to Isaac, very close in front of him. “I feel like this better suits you. Guess fate worked out in the end for you, hm?

“you don’t have to lie it’s okay. we all get old some day.” isaac was honestly just attempting to get under the others skin. because that’s all he could do anymore. talk. he couldn’t fight, and he knew that by now after being there a few long months. “i’ve got a lot of enemies here, huh?” he questioned thoughtfully, a soft sigh escaping him. this was just total bullshit, but he knew he dug this grave for himself and he had no one else to blame. he wasn’t unaware of the pain and grief he has caused so many people. or the lives he tallied up over the past few years. “sure,” isaac watched leander carefully, a sour expression pulling at his features at the comment. “careful, don’t promise me a good time you might get me excited.” his response was in a flat tone and he wasn’t overly amused. isaac typically wouldn’t give a hard time anymore unless he was trying to prove something, or wanted them to hurt him. “lead the way,”

“You dig your own grave when you hunt supernaturals,” Leander pointed out. Especially considering most of them tended to hold grudges in his experience. He most certainly did. “Ain’t like we don’t have friends, family, and a life to live. Sure, we aren’t all rainbows and sunshine but I’m willing to bet a number of us killed were innocent.” He’d heard stories of it time and time ago. Those who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, targeted just because they’re a supernatural. “do you actually know what a good time even is?” Lea asked as he walked down the remaining of the wooden path to get to his front door. He pushed it open and made his way inside. The dock house was definitely comfortable and live-in, the homey feeling of a well worn house. Leander pulled off his work boots to set them to the side before he made his way further inside toward the kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge. “If I’m being entirely honest, I’m not sure what I planned on doing with you today. Part of me just wanted to see if you were actually still alive.”

“my past really just has been showing up to haunt me lately, huh? you’re not dead yet? figured you would have croaked by now considering you’re ancient.” isaac didn’t actually know how old the other was, but it was more of a jab at the fact his hair was graying which was a sign of older age. isaac pressed his lips into a thin line and inhaled deeply through his nose as the guards released his arms, and proceeded to walk away after they were thanked. “what the hell do you . want me for? i find it strange you even knew i was here when there’s so many other slaves to pick from. still thinking about me then huh?” he questioned, seeming to be studying the other. “guess i should be flattered you remembered me.” his fails always were memorable. 

Leander’s eyes narrowed before he rolled them. Of course. He should have expected an attitude on this one. “First of all, I ain’t that fucking old. Second of all, I heard tale of a particular hunter that graced our island while I was away and after some digging found out it was you. Figured a nice little hello was in order.” Reaching down, he picked up the tool box and moved to put it into the shed not too far away, closing up the door. “Now, we’re going to go inside and you’re not going to cause any trouble, right? I ain’t in the mood today but I’m more than happy to put you right in your place if you want to have a second go.”

The wolf pup buried his nose against the other’s shoulder. He was still in pain and felt weak. Even the idea of eating funnel cake made his stomach turn. He was definitely not going to be able to keep anything down or do any of the remainder of his tasks until the remainder of the poison had worked its way through his system. “Don’t want to eat…” he whimpered softly. “It still hurts. I just want to lay down.”

It seemed like this one was out for the count at least until he could get his legs back under him. Lea just hoped for his sake that he’d managed to get all of his shit done and if not, time would tell if he’d still have time. “Alright then I guess we’re stayin’ right here.” Leander took another sip from his beer, eyes looking out at their surroundings. This certainly wasn’t how he’d intended to spend his night. “Just a bit of advice? Might be better to try somethin’ that ain’t gotten put you down for the count, hm? Thankfully I’m in such a good mood today. Had you run into someone else, I doubt you’d be fairing very well right now.” And had he run into Lea when he wasn’t in a good mood... well, this outcome would have been different likely.

Lea dropped the flat-head he’d been using into the tool box at the same time he’d heard the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden path along the grass toward his front door. Ah, finally. He used his foot to shut the toolbox lid and set his hands on his hips after as he turned to face the guards. “Thank you gentlemen, I do appreciate you making an exception and conducting this delivery.” He’d paid extra for it, after all. This time, he faced Isaac. “Looks like we get to meet again, hm?” @isaacmatthcws​

Thankfully for Lea (and less thankfully for some previous masters), Lovell had a rather sensitive gag reflex and it didn’t take much for him to vomit up most of the contents of his stomach. Still, even with that done, there were still be lingering bits of the poison in his system. He fell back and onto his ass – still dazed.

“I had luck with the funnel cake….” And his luck had run out. His beautiful funnel cake was now all over the ground.

Leander winced at the sight and smell coming from the ground. That was certainly not what he’d had in mind when he’d come strolling through. He had to give the other credit for seeming so committed with the challenges. “Ya done torturing yourself?” Leander asked as he picked up his beer from the ground and took another sip from it. “I can get you another funnel cake and we can go back to my place if you’re up for it. Unless you got somethin’ else on your list, then I guess I can keep you from dyin’ but that’s gonna cost you.”

Upon feeling the warm hand on his back, he leaned into the older wolf. Leander was probably one of the few wolves in the city he could tolerate. That was saying something considering Lovell often liked to bite wolf masters who tried to touch him or get involved with him in some way. 

“D–Don’t…have much of a choice, do I?” he managed out with a weak laugh. It was either puke it up or lay around writhing in agony.

No, the other really didn’t but Lea was pretty sure he’d rather someone warn him before they shoved their fingers down his throat. With a shrug of his shoulder, Leander wrapped an arm around Lovell’s waist before he moved to do just as planned. His fingers went down far enough to kick in the man’s gag reflex. Quick as he could, he jumped back and out of the way. This isn’t exactly what he had planned for his night but he figured he might as well help keep one of the slave from getting permanent damage. He was sure they wouldn’t kill Lovell, but he wouldn’t check damage off the list. Likely why they wanted everyone else to enjoy the festivities.

“I’m guessin’ you’re really wantin’ that reward, huh?”

Lovell was no having a fun time. The funnel cake had been about the only positive thing that had come from all of this. It was much tastier than the shitty food that got at the Infernum. Unfortunately, his luck was very much shortlived in terms of the food department.

He’d decided to try his luck at the beer stand. He knew it wouldn’t kill him even if it was poison – the only positive side of being a wolf. However, as he drank the cup, it wasn’t long before it fell out of his hand and dropped on the ground. Hands came to his throat as he began to cough and spit up some of what he’d ingested. Soon, he’d fallen to his knees and his vision was getting blurry. 

When Leander came upon him, he could barely make out who it was. “P–Poison,” he sputtered out.

Now that was some real fucking trick. He didn’t realize that Halloween had come early to Corpus. Shouldn’t have really put it past the rulers anyway. Wasn’t sure which one of them the blame should go on more than the others. “Looks like you picked the wrong drink to enjoy.” Leander sighed and set down his own drink that had been in his hand on the ground before placing a hand on the other’s back.

“Well only one real way to get it back up, I’m gonna shove my fingers down your throat. Ready to go?”

Lea had been prepared to call it a night when he stumbled his way upon someone who seemed to be having a very bad night. Leander had to put the pieces together and remember all the shit they were having slaves do before he could come up with some idea. “Well shit, Lovell, gonna guess you took somethin’ you shouldn’t have by the looks of you.” @pupperlovell​

Look what the cat dragged in ! People say that LEANDER FRASER holds an uncanny resemblance to JAY HARRINGTON, that they appear to be 40 years old and it is rumored they prefer to be addressed as HE/HIM. We do wonder; does the WEREWOLF enjoy their life as a MASTER?