Paris uncorked the bottle of wine, filling both his goblet and August’s. He chuckled as his father was brought up. “For the sake of solidarity he wouldn’t say this, but I’m certain he would prefer I marry some elven princess and give him grandchildren. But I’m curious as to what he said would be suitable for me. Not that I am picky in that regard, as long as it isn’t one of those lesser races that somehow got on the council.” He purred before taking a sip of the wine and humming happily at the distinct flavours. It was rare that he drank spirits for the sake of drinking them. It was usually to tell if they had been altered. “Overextended hmmm? And what would qualify for that, August?” He asked as he stepped closer to the vampire, his eyes looking directly at the vampire. He though quickly chuckled and smiled at the talk of pets. “Race isn’t really a concern, more what can they do? I need pets who will be loyal to me, and who can handle the games these politicians and magisters play. And if they can scratch the itches I have all the better.”

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Elliot thought he was prepared for a lot of outcomes, thought that the punishment would come down on him because he’d been the one to act on his primal instincts, the one to fight, to attack so he was utterly unprepared for August’s move. When the vampire just pulled a dagger out and slit Jake’s throat, Elliot’s eyes widened. He tried not to flinch, but he couldn’t help it. He might not yet like the other wolf much, might still harbor issues about himself and the other, but he didn’t think Jake deserved to die, if he did, Elliot would have killed him when he’d been a wolf. He wasn’t sure what to do, what to say but he had to act fast, there was only so much time Elliot had to save Jake’s life. “He doesn’t need to die, I’m the one that fucked up, if you’re going to kill anyone then it should be me.” 

Of all the things he’d anticipated happening, this was not one of them. To be fair, despite there having been a fight, he felt like they’d resolved things between themselves reasonably well. Elliot still didn’t seem to feel as though he would need Jake but a layer of the awkwardness had disappeared. To him that was progress.

This was definitely not progress. 

He had no time to react as August’s fingers twisted into his hair and yanked his head back before dragging the dagger across his throat. It wasn’t a spray of blood but it was a steady stream of it. He was busy trying to stem the flow of blood as he was shoved to the floor but it streamed through his fingers anyway. Jake didn’t try to say a word, though.

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❛ "YOU SCREWED UP, SO THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT,” august said. nothing, in his opinion, weighed heavier than guilt. “it’s because you disobeyed me that he’s going to die.” he wanted to make that clear, that he wasn’t killing jake because he thought jake had done something wrong. he wanted elliot to know his actions had more consequences that concerned others than himself. “isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked as he stared at the other half-wolf bleeding to death at their feet. “you wanted him gone. you told me so yourself, elliot, that i didn’t need him.” he wiped the blood from his dagger against his pants, his expression as cold as ever. he had no patience for misbehavior. “if that’s not what you want, get on your knees and beg me for his life.”

As August just fucked his throat without a care, Elliot happily took it. He felt the lack of a breath starting to get to him, the world feeling clouded at the edges like he was starting to drift, but before he could pass out from asphyxiation August pulled back, giving Elliot the chance to breathe. It was enough to keep the wolf going, his throat raw from the harsh fucking, breathes ragged when he could finally take them, but he accepted the feeling of his master’s load streaked across his face, welcomed it, how it marked him as owned completely by the vampire. Elliot gave a soft whine, eyes golden when he looked up at August. He was still painfully hard in his pants but he knew better than to think he might get a release himself. 

Paris took advantage of his youth and his beauty, using it as a weapon. Being so young and involving himself in politics, this garnered attention in a way he could control. “Definitely the better option for tonight. Blood wine is more ritualistic with some clans, mine included. But tonight’s choice is quite appropriate.” He agreed as he grabbed to goblets, both with clearly elven design. The young elf waved away any servants, the last one shutting the doors of the parlour behind them. “I still have yet to decide on a pet of my own. They need to be perfectly suited.” He remarked as he handed August his goblet, a warm grin on the younger males lips. “No, a wedding now won’t benefit me. I’m saving that for later. But their have been those interested.”

Paris had met the vampire at the door in the sheer robe of his, the see-through golden fabric the only thing he wore aside from the tight fitting briefs. It was a comman garb of his to wear, particularly when entertaining guests. He smiled warmly as August entered his home, handing him the fine wine. “I wish I could say this meeting would be all leisure, but for tonight that is all it will be.” He mused as the staff of his home shut the doors behind August. He held the bottle carefully, running his fingers over the neck of it. “Oh it always is. Just as your blood wine is my favourite before a fight.” He reassured the male before leading them towards the parlour. “How are your pets doing?” He asked curiously. He was curious what kind of master August was with pets he had, how he treated them, and how they reacted to him.

❛ "THANK YOU FOR INVITING ME, I COULD REALLY use the leisure,” august said. he had been so stressed lately, accommodating a new pet into his home, and tending after both ethan and elliot on top of that. he needed time away, or at least some time with other elites that weren’t so taxing on his sanity. once inside the elf’s home, he offered his host a bottle of wine wrapped in a velvety pouch. “my best varietal,” he said. “i hope it’s to your liking.” he was in the business for blood wine mostly, since most of his clientele were other vampires, but he still produced milder, fruitier wines for species that weren’t so keen on the taste of blood. he still felt it odd to meet in these circumstances, when august was dressed well, and not splattered with blood.

Paris was content to hear that his current battle companion had healed from his wound. While goblins weren’t the smartest they knew enough with poison and potion making from what he had read. “Good, I’d hate to tell my father how the Great August was brought down by a goblin.” He teased as he continued onward with the vampire. When he was recommended to turn back as well, he shook his head. “If I did everything I prefer I wouldn’t get much done. If they ever close enough I can handle myself, if.” He reminded the other, affirming he wasn’t about to leave. He though wondwr d what would cause so many elites to be fleeing. He though trusted in his sword, or to be more accurate, the eleven tehnology within his sword. “What would be causing so many to flee, August?”

Elliot watched August, looking up at the vampire through his lashes. He loved to see that look of pleasure on his master’s face, hear him moan and know that it had been Elliot who made him feel so good, Elliot’s talented mouth doing the work. As soon as he felt both hands card into his hair, gripping tight the wolf knew he wasn’t going to set his own pace anymore. He relaxed his throat, fully expecting the way August suddenly began to thrust. He responded to the command, tipping his head back just a little, granting the perfect angle that would allow August to fuck his throat deep and just let his master take him. 

In the past, Elliot might have choked from taking August so deep into his throat, being unable to breathe, forced to swallow around his master’s cock. But he’d been doing this too long now for it to be an issue, now he liked the rough treatment, the feeling of the vampire filling up his mouth, his throat until he could feel nothing else. He moaned around August’s cock, knowing the vibration would only add to his master’s pleasure, his own cock hard and leaking pre inside his pants but Elliot didn’t touch himself, his fingers gripping tightly at the leather of August’s armour to stop himself. 

Paris smirked slightly at August’s question, it making sense theoretically that it was the Avians who had orchestrated this. “Well goblins aren’t known for their ability to craft opportune strategies. It’s far too convenient that they happen to attack our pets just before the tournament.” He added as he kept his eyes on their surroundings. Just because they’re own intelligence surpassed their foes didn’t mean they couldn’t still pose a threat. He wasn’t one to grow careless, at least usually. “Neither would I, but I also wouldn’t put it behind someone trying to capitalize on tensions.” He theorized, figuring it to be a valid point. With such thin ice between Avians and aeternum, if someone wanted a war it wouldn’t be as hard as usual. When asked about his own health he shook his head. “No, aside from our timber incident I try to refrain from close range. How’s your wound?”

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Elliot had been waiting for that moment when August would finally confront him about what had happened with Jake. He’s already resigned himself to whatever punishment would be dished out, had no excuses for what he’d done. “Never touch what’s yours.” Elliot answered, eyes locked on August, the way he held Jake by his neck. He knew that he was in for it, maybe even worse than what had been done to him when he’d fucked Abel.

He’d never really seen August angry before, so this was new to him. Pure stubbornness was the only reason he didn’t wince when the vampire’s hand clamped down on the back of his neck, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was moved. Holding back a whine when August’s grip tightened, he wasn’t quite sure what to do - he couldn’t just blame Elliot for it given his role but trying to tell August that wasn’t all that appealing. “It was my fault too, Master.” He admitted nervously.

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❛ AUGUST KNEW WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH elliot’s head. he knew elliot was possessive, and that he had harmed jake knowing he could handle whatever punishment august would do to him. physical torture had stopped being effective against elliot long after his half-wolf had built a tolerance for pain. and august was sick of having to coddle his pets like they were misbehaving children. “i gifted you both to each of you, but if this is what you want--” the vampire said as he yanked jake’s head back by his hair, withdrew his dagger, and slit jake’s throat just deep enough for him to bleed out slowly. he tossed jake to the floor between him and elliot. “let his death be on your conscience.” only august’s blood could heal him fast enough to save him now, so he waited for elliot to act, or to not act all, and for jake to suffer the worst punishment for it all.

Elliot’s fingers gripped at the light leather of August’s armour as he bobbed his head over his master’s cock. He was surprised when the vampire didn’t start fucking his throat as soon as he usually would, so took the time he’d been given to go at his own pace to enjoy it. He sucked hard working his tongue against the head as he pulled back before Elliot took August back down his throat. He wanted to please the vampire, because it pleased himself to do so. Elliot was used to them doing this while on the road, no bed to really take their time, but nothing stopping them from enjoying these pleasures. Elliot knew he’d never say no, August could ask him to get on his knees and suck him off in a crowded room and the wolf would do it. 

Paris smirked towards the vampire as he threw the knife into the goblin behind him. That was the vampire that Paris knew and revered. “You have pets mixed up in all this?” He asked as plucked a few more arrows. He had no pets, and as of yet none had caught his eye enough worth claiming. Renting they certainly had, but definitely not worth claiming. “Duty. It might be dirt on my hands, but my image will be clean.” He chuckled as he began to follow the older male. The young elf spoke with honesty, his choice to be assisting with the defence was mostly political. “However, despite my disdain for this tournament’s cause, I refuse to sit back while they destroy our property.” He added as he stepped out into the clearing, his eyes scanning the area for signs of life. His only real goal was to assist, so for now he could move as he wished. “Where were your pets last seen?”

❛ IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG AT ALL FOR AUGUST to notice the marks on jake’s body. he had healed jake after the goblin ambush so he knew they weren’t from goblins, and the fact elliot’s scent was all over the young half-wolf gave much away. once they were all home, he grabbed jake by the back of his neck and jutted him out to elliot, his expression dark with anger. “what did i say about touching what was mine?” he barked, his voice thundering in the room. he leered at elliot, fingers gripping the nape of jake’s neck harder. “what did i say!” he roared, demanding a response.

Elliot didn’t need to be told twice before he wrapped his lips around August’s cock, sucking at the head, teasing with his tongue before the wolf began to swallow him down, taking him deeper into his throat in one smooth glide. He’d done this enough times not to choke, to be able to take it when August turned rough. He moaned around his master’s cock, throat tightening as he attempted to swallow, knowing just what the vampire liked, what he’d want. While he still had control, Elliot began to bob his head, working his tongue and throat around August’s length. 

He blinked up at August with a tiny smile, “I didn’t say I don’t.” He replied, following close behind August and keeping from making eye contact. “Thank you, Master.” he said, whilst keeping his head bowed, though shortly after he dared to look at the vampire again, “What are you going to do?”