Daniel Benton

@krovscastlestarters

The Undercroft was boring. It was so, so fucking boring and especially without Rune, who was currently being rented at the moment. For what reason, Danny could not possibly fathom because his friend was possibly the worst behaved one down there. So without him to annoy, Danny had few other things to do. He was sitting on Rune's cot and tossing a ball between his hands when he was spoken to. His eyebrows went up and he gazed at Atanu for a moment before turning to glance behind him as if to make sure it was him that the councilman was truly speaking to. He swiveled back to face front and stood, dropping the ball on Rune's pillow before loping closer on long legs.

He couldn't help the absolute shit-eating grin that plastered across his face as Danny's half-assed insult. "Mm, not what I told you to say," He taunted, knowing just how much he was pushing every single button the spirit had to push. He loved it, loved doing it, because no matter how pissed Danny got after the fact, no matter how many names Rune was called during, he still ended up in the hybrid's cot, he still came back time after time again. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but Rune egotistically knew just how addicted he was to him. He ignored how he felt just as intensely.

Danny was still annoyed that Rune had strong-armed him into saying that shit but the dragon really seemed to like it. He tucked that bit of information away in the back of his mind. Rune was a hard one to manipulate because he was ancient and had seen a lot of shit but having a weakness to exploit like that? Danny could use that to his advantage. Maybe not now, but down the line when he really wanted something from Rune.

The nephilim barely registered Danny's words, his orgasm completely overriding any other thought he might've had in that moment, the slave dizzy with pleasure. He was aware of the other's cock still moving inside him, each and every deep thrust leaving him utterly breathless beneath the spirit's weight. Alasdair couldn't find it in him to even respond to the other's demeaning taunts, starting to believe that he really was everything that Danny was saying he was.

"That's nothing new," Danny replied, watching Dair roll onto his back. Danny was over him again in a second, taking one of Alasdair's wrists to pin it above his head. He loomed over the nephilim and gazed down at him, still looking hungry for him despite being completely spent. He pressed their lips together and bullied his tongue past Dair's lips greedily to taste him. And greed, the fucking greed. It felt almost euphoric to take from Alasdair and that in itself was an odd sensation. Danny usually felt nothing at all.

He sucked on his teeth, finally looking at him just to give him a dirty glare, a nasty look that barely ever graced the ever-so-gentle valkyrie's face. Danny was already not far behind him, already stripping of his shirt and making Cash turn his gaze away again with a scowl and roll of his eyes. "I said get the fuck out," He hissed through gritted teeth, but when he heard his footsteps moving closer the hybrid was whipping around to face him, backing up to put space between them like Danny physically burned him to be close to.

That dirty look didn't perturb Danny in the slightest, nor did the warning to get out. He knew that he was stronger than Cash. The valkyrie might have been stronger than him if uncollared but fortunately for Danny, they were on a fairly even playing field. Danny just had the advantage of being bigger and more of a 'fighter.' That is to say, he wasn't afraid to use underhanded tactics when grappling with someone else to try and win to get his way. But maybe he could talk Cash into giving him what he wanted this time...

Danny was perfect. Rune hated to think that, hated to love just how well the spirit's wrongly-wired brain meshed with his. Like two incredibly fucked up peas in a pod and the dragon debated every single day about pushing the other fucking pea off the roof. It'd be easier that way, less complicated if Danny wasn't a damn ghost and was just dead period. Then he'd be released from the plague he had sent on his mind. He just dumbed it down always, it didn't matter how he wanted to own him, he just did. Thing or person, Danny was his. He wouldn't let anyone get in the way of that.

He huffed and panted against Rune's palm at the pleasure of being fucked, at the pain of the open wound from his teeth and licking tongue. Danny's eyes were wide open, pupils blown, as he stared at the smear of blood around Rune's pretty mouth. Of all the things he thought beautiful in this world, this had to be in his top three. Rune was a vision, mindless with rut and cruel with possessiveness. Danny moaned against the hand over his mouth and drank him in as he lost himself to the sensations of their sex.

"That's it," Danny praised as Alasdair cursed, feeling his hole fluttering around his length as he edged towards his orgasm, "Such a good slut, aren't you? Perfect little bitch." He sighed out in pleasure as he felt the nephilim come, his body squeezing deliciously tight around Danny's cock. He pressed deep as he could and paused for a moment, eyes closing so he could relish the feeling. Danny then pulled back and started to thrust properly again, chasing after his own orgasm now that Alasdair's had come and gone. He was merciless as he did, pounding at the younger's ass until he reached his peak.

Rune loved seeing the many positions he could put Danny in. He was taller, though not by much, his muscles more toned than the dragon's, and yet he could have him like this; bent in awkward positions where he could see the uncomfortableness on his face. It made him even hotter in Rune's eyes.

While Rune might be pleased at how he could manipulate Danny, Danny was always furious after the fact. He did not like being at another person's mercy, especially someone who he saw as an equal because that's exactly what he considered Rune: his equal. They were on a level playing field with the collars on and no matter how old and powerful Rune was without it, he was still a slave just as Danny was a slave. It made something hot burn in his chest when they were done fucking and Rune had managed to twist him into something vulnerable to make him feel lesser.

Between Rune's fingers fucking him open and Danny's hand around his cock, Alasdair was getting more and more worked up while also trying his very hardest to stay as defiant as possible. It was not working. What he wasn't expecting was the harsh grip to his chin, his head being forced to the side so Rune could push his tongue into his mouth. Alasdair could immediately taste the ghost's blood coating his tongue, a soft whine leaving his throat when he felt another finger forcing its way inside his stretched hole.

Rune laughed, something sounded akin to amusement at the nephilim's little growl. It sounded like a puppy trying to be intimidating and that only made him want to ruin him more. "And what makes you think you're in any position to be making demands like that, hm?" He taunted as he broke the kiss, Danny's blood still on his lips just to be washed away by the shower. "But, fine. If that's what you want."

Danny watched Rune and Alasdair share that bloody kiss and felt his cock give an aching throb in his hand as he stroked himself and the nephilim together. He squeezed hard at the shift of Alasdair's hand to the back of his neck, letting out a quiet huff of a breath as blood started to well up under the other's fingernails. The pain was low on the scale but it still hurt damn good, just like how Danny enjoyed.

Magnai's brow arched at that. "And what exactly," He said slowly, reaching to pluck at the irritating neck tie over Danny's collar, getting his fingers just far enough underneath to touch his throat, "Does 'trying' mean?" He'd seen a few reports. Nothing drastic enough for the current Enforcer to take action about, not that Magnai always approved of the judgement of the man who held his old position. It just meant the duty of making sure the ghost kept himself in line fell to him.

He stayed still as Magnai fiddled with his neck piece, gaze coming away from the surrounding area to level onto the master. His lips pursed a moment and he resisted the urge to tug away. Danny was still getting used to casual touch despite his months of being in the castle. He didn't get rented often enough for him to have built up a tolerance for it and while he fucked Rune regularly, the kinds of touches they traded were not so soft. "Trying means that sometimes there are opportunities that present themselves to me that I just can't ignore. I don't go looking for trouble, though, cross my heart."

@imgoin-ghost

It didn't often happen to Danny that he ever ran into his victims ever again. Usually, what was dead stayed dead. Not in his case, of course. He was murdered in his prime, cut down when he had so many more things to do and people to kill. He had never expected for someone to come back into his life because how often were people truly resurrected or became spirits? Not often, he was willing to bet. Not only that, but the world was huge. What was the likelihood that his favorite kill would be dropped right back into his lap to play with all over again? Cash had always been special to Danny and to be able to lay eyes on him again made him feel positively enthralled.

"I find I don't have that struggle. Not currently, at least." Though that was probably down to Stigr's age and the fact that he found the three men rather lacking in appeal. One he was fairly sure was also a councilman, but he wouldn't show his approval too strongly while they were around for others to see. He took a breath and then looked closely at the man standing in front of him, taking in the collar and that he seemed to be very alone. "Where is the guard who should be escorting you?" Not unheard of for unclaimed slaves to be wandering about, but if they weren't with a guard, they were typically with one of the masters.

"Most of the guards are dealing with the slaves in heat, so I'm being a good little ghostie and walking myself back to the dungeon," Danny answered honestly. He stared unblinkingly at Stigr, giving the man his full and undivided attention. He'd never seen the other up close before, only on social media or from afar at castle events that Danny had attended in his short tenure here.

Four thousand years the dragon has existed, four thousand damn years of countless partners in bed, countless people he's made speak his claim on them, and yet nothing has ever lived up to hearing the spirit growl out that submission. It was music to his ears, it felt like pure heaven to have that temporary feeling of true ownership over Danny. Danny, Danny, Danny. He was like a damn drug, far more addicting than any actual substance the hybrid had ever put in his body before. He wanted to live in it, he wanted to destroy it, but most of all he just wanted him.

Nobody had ever wanted to lay claim to him before. Danny's aura had always been rather off-putting to most, even as a small child. Rune, though, Rune was different. He fucked up and possessive, a greedy hoarder. Danny didn't believe for one moment that Rune could ever really want him, not that Danny desired such a thing. It was his rut talking, it was his draconic nature at work. He and Rune were made differently and Danny would bet his left nut that Rune meant to possess him like a thing and not as a person.

As much as the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to struggle and fight and escape, that logic was being forced to the back of his mind by the part of his brain that enjoyed the pleasure and the torment, that thrived on being fucked and used. Maybe that's the real reason he'd been brought to Krovs as a slave.. because someone knew that's what his body enjoyed, even if he did kick up a fuss and resist.

Alasdair losing his words meant that Danny was doing well. He wanted to make the nephilim mindless with the pleasure not because he was generous but because he knew that Alasdair hated him. It was a delicious little feeling to make Alasdair come against his better judgement, to be a person who he loathed but who he could still derive pleasure from. Maybe that was why Danny kept coming back to torture him.

Rune blinked, paused, blood rushing straight to his cock and making it ache in the confines of the fancy dress pants he had to wear. He knew it was sarcastic, as tease, a taunt really, and if anyone else had said it the hybrid would've scoffed and rolled his eyes before continuing with business, but this was Danny. His little freak, fucking begging him and calling him something like that. Rune was imagining a thousand different ways to bend Danny over and ruin him right there. Fuck.

Danny had not been expecting such a visceral reaction from Rune at the sarcastic quip. He saw the change in his expression before that growl sounded in the quiet night air. His wrists were grabbed up and he was too caught off guard to pull them free from Rune's grip, his fists resting against the other slave's chest. The ghost grunted at the squeeze to his cock, doubling over a little bit and sliding his booted feet apart a little as if that would help relieve the pressure. He cursed when the ache was cut by the feel of Rune's tongue on his cockhead, pleasure mixing with that hit of pain.

The nephilim had to wonder what the fuck he'd done so wrong to deserve being tormented by not one, but two psychopaths. He couldn't stand either of them, but that didn't mean his body wouldn't react to pleasure when it felt it. His eyes and breath were heavy with lust and pleasure as he was pressed between the two of them, his cock aching against Danny's in the ghost's grip as he stroked them.

Rune chuckled, deep and full of all the dark images filling his mind that he could do with these two at his mercy alone in the showers. Of course, he had limitations, but he was enjoying his own imagination, encouraged by the confirmation that the nephilim didn't like Danny either. "Can't see why, I think you're a delight," He mused, attention being pulled up as Danny pulled him into a kiss. He growled, dark and hungry into his mouth, lips parting with ease only to nip at the spirit's tongue as he shoved it past his teeth.

Kissing Rune was always like a fight and Danny was addicted to it. No matter how bloody the kiss got or how much Rune's fangs cut up his tongue and lips, Danny went back for more. Blood dripped down his chin and onto Alasdair's shoulder, quickly washed away by the hot spray of the shower. He relinquished the kiss to watch as Rune pulled Alasdair into one, grinning with red-stained teeth.

Rune had imagined time and time again since meeting the spirit what it'd be like to have him fully at his mercy. No collars, no stupid fucking guards, just the two of them, an equal playing field. He imagined the blood shed, the screams and cries, it would be a beautiful battle. However, he was always violently ripped away from his fantasies whenever the collar stopped him from living them out. He'd take what he could get, would shed blood as much as the uptight castle allowed, but he knew deep down it'd never be enough. He wanted to gut him inside out so he could hold his heart in his bare hand.

The growl should have been a warning. He knew Rune well enough by now to know that something was coming by the gutteral nature of it but it wasn't until that hand tightened painfully on his hip that he realized. He grunted, the tiny droplets of blood welling up under Rune's nails. He stared into Rune's dark eyes with his own empty blue and weighed his options. He could deny him. Get into a fight and inevitably get pulled apart. He could be a little shit and try to land them both in solitary so that Rune would have no outlet for his heat until he was let out. Or he could satiate the elder. He could play into his wants just for the week. He wasn't sure of the benefit of either but playing along might be his best bet as far as a rut-addled dragon.