𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑒?

Declan was certainly red in the face and Draven couldn’t help but find it cute - it wasn’t often he ran into someone so innocent. Which reminded him that he’d need to be more gentle than usual, but not too gentle. Declan was a vampire after all - his body could handle far more than most. Did Draven feel bad for doing such things with Catlin’s brother? A little. Though in his eyes he was saving Declan a bit - other masters weren’t as nice as he was when it came to slaves.

“Following my lead huh? If you say so, but if it gets too heated I most likely wont be able to stop myself.” he admitted. If things went too far then there was a chance there was no turning back - he wanted to make that clear to the male. Scanning the room Draven found a less active area by one of the large draped windows. Hooking a hand in the waistband of Declan’s panties he tugged the male over there before pushing him up against the wall. His own body was large enough to shield the male from most prying eyes. “How about we take off this pesky lingerie, hmm?” With that said Draven began tugging the flimsy fabric down. 

Sometimes people needed to hear what they didn’t want in order to accept it and move on with their life. It seemed Declan needed that - living too much in the past was only going to cause issue for him. It was better that he accept that his sire abandoned him and possibly didn’t want him. After all Declan was his own vampire now, he could make his own choices and not be held down by a sire trying to force their ideals onto him. Though as Declan spoke of how he was stuck with him he chuckled. In a way he was - after all he was Cat’s sire and this was his brother. So long as Cat was by his side Declan would most likely be right there with him. 

The whimper caused the older vampire to chuckle lightly against the younger males neck. Just how far would he get? He wasn’t at all against finding a table or a wall and taking Declan. Though he assumed he wouldn’t get that far tonight. Pulling his mouth away he looked down at the other, a hand moving to toy with the waistband of the males panties. “You seem to want more. Just how far are you willing to go?” 

Declan definitely needed to hear those words from the older vampire. There was no doubt about that. Maybe now he’d be finally able to actually move past everything and be his own proper person. Hearing the other chuckle at the mention of Declan being stuck with him made him grin even more. When was the last time he even smiled this big? Surely it’d been years, right? Either way, he was happy and giggly for once.

“Perhaps he did think such a thing, however that doesn’t mean someone else wont come around and see potential in you. You may have been turned by your sire but that doesn’t mean you’re stuck with him.” After all Draven had killed his own sire and stayed with the surrogate sire that had taken him in. Even if they hadn’t shared the sire bond Draven had become far more emotionally bonded to his surrogate sire. “Not everyone has the killer instinct.” some vampires were softer than others. 

More words spoken, this time a full sentence - what a treat. He could see the others face flush bright red but at the same time he was giving him puppy eyes that seemed to beg for more. Declan may have been a virgin but he was far from innocent it seemed. “Maybe I am - it seems like I’m not the only one though.” he stated referring to the males puppy eyes. If Declan wanted more though, who was he to deny him? Perhaps he’d see just how far he could get. Tossing the empty glass aside on a table he moved to then pull Declan against him, his hands cupping the males ass as he leaned down - his lips gently kissing and nipping at Declan’s neck. 

For some reason that really hurt Declan to hear. That maybe it was an accident being turned, but at the same time, he was happy about it. He got another chance at life, and an even longer, more fulfilled life than he thought he’d ever get. He’d never would have never seen an ocean, wouldn’t be able to see Cat again... He wouldn’t have even flown a plane if his sire didn’t turn him... ‘Looks like you’re stuck with me then, doesn’t it?’ the younger vampire teased playfully, chewing on his bottom lip gently. 

He could see Declan attempting to avoid any eye contact and he didn’t say anything in regards to it. He still kept his arm around the male not making any attempts to remove it. Hearing that the male might have felt less worthy due to his sires abandonment he gave a curt nod. “That shouldn’t make you feel less worthy at all. Back when I was turned vampires were more scarce so humans were turned and abandoned all the time in an attempt to get our numbers up. The strong survived and the weak died off. That’s how I was turned, I survived a few months and another vampire took me in and taught me the ways.” he stated with a shrug. “If you’re still mad at the one who turned you - then after you’ve mastered your powers and are strong enough just go after him or her and kill them. That’s what I did.” He admitted. 

“Well you might want to try sooner than later.” Though that would be up to Declan wether he did or not - it certainly didn’t stop Draven from trying. He couldn’t help but to be curious as to how the other would react to his touches. So he snaked his hand further down from Declan’s waist to his bare ass - his hand gently squeezing one of the males cheeks.

‘I know, it just... I don’t know... It made me feel less worthy... What if he didn’t think I was worth training and I was a mistake being turned?’ That was something Declan had always feared, being a complete mistake. He never wanted to feel that way, and his parents even tried to make sure he never felt that way, but in the back of his mind, that was a different story. When told that he could always just kill his Sire, his eyes widened. ‘I could never! I mean, I’m not a killer or anything! Not that I’m aware of....’ His eyes trailed back down to the floor moments later.

So he didn’t lack experience completely, simply lacked it with another able body. Still, even with that experience it wouldn’t help him too much in the situation of another master coming after him. Draven watched as Declan looked out onto the crowd and Draven did the same. He caught sight of the master licking his lips while looking at Declan. Green eyes narrowed as he glared at the master before wrapping an arm around Declan’s waist - as if staking a claim on the male. It didn’t take long for the master to get the picture and ogle another slave that passed by. 

“I don’t follow that logic, intimacy is a basic bodily need - anyone is welcome to it. Being scared is fine - and understandable for someone who’s yet to be intimate. Though you’re missing out - it’s quite fun.” At least in his opinion it was. 

Declan let the other practically grab at his waist and pull him in closer, glancing up at the other in slight shock. Why did he like this? Why’d he like someone staking a claim on him? Already he felt slightly turned on as he gulped thickly, trying to look anywhere else but the other master and Draven for the time being. Besides, he needed to stay calm or else his cover would immediately be blown by the lingerie getting even tighter on him.

Declan’s words caused Draven’s brow to arch with curiosity - tainted meat? Could he really be referring to what he thought he was? Things were certainly going to take an interesting twist soon. “Tainted meat huh? I suppose that’s your way of saying you’re a virgin?” He didn’t come across too many of those in a place like this. Though it was bad new for Declan - to be a slave and a virgin, not a good mix. “Well you might want to find someone you wouldn’t mind having sex with fast. Slaves are usually rented for sex, wouldn’t want your first time being rape or a master that’s not at all attentive to a slaves sexual pleasure.” He was pretty sure if anyone hurt Declan than Catlin would take it upon himself to get revenge, which would end badly for Catlin. 

Draven took a few sips of the wine before he froze - did Declan just speak? It was soft and breathy but he had picked up on spoken words which surprised him. He hadn’t expected the male to speak so soon. “You’re welcome.” 

Declan nodded slowly at first to the question, then the nodding got a little quicker ‘Yeah, pretty much... I mean, I’ve done things, just... not to another person..’ He mouthed, bowing his head after a moment before glancing around at the other slaves. He could see one master in particular licking his lips while staring at him, which just made Declan even more spooked... The front door was starting to look really good right about now. ‘I know... I think, honestly, I’m just really scared when it comes to that stuff. Being intimate just... isn’t something I viewed as something I was worthy of, you know?’ After almost dying and seeing his and Cat’s parents dead really did something. Pair that with his sire abandoning him a short while after he turned, and Declan was so scared of being left again.

“I don’t feel anything when I go through it.” However some might get a tad disoriented or maybe even dizzy if it were their first time experiencing it perhaps. He was sure it varied person to person. Cat’s brother or not Draven was a council member and Declan was a slave of the city for the time being. If anyone made a run for it they would answer to him and that wasn’t always pretty. However he didn’t expect Declan to be the type that would try such a thing. “Well you’re on my menu for the time being.” he stated with a smirk. Was it wrong to go after Catlin’s brother? Probably. However both were attractive and he simply couldn’t help himself. He’d deal with the consequences as they came and not worry over them before they happened. Draven ignored the slaves who had gotten sick - guards already handling that situation. He heard the slaves stomach growl and he moved to pour two glasses of blood wine. It wasn’t super filling but it would take the edge off. “Here try this.” 

“They’ll be fine, it wont take long at all and it’s not like they’ll be exposed to the elements. You all are just walking to the end of that hallway and being teleported to the venue.” Magic was a wonderful and teleportation was convenient and the safest option when dealing with slaves. “What’s kinky is what happens if one of you gets out of line and tries to make a run for it.” he joked. “Oh I certainly plan to have more fun with some of you when dressed in just that.” he stated with a smirk. Draven led the boy down the hall and one by one the slaves were teleported to the venue. Once the last slave passed through Draven followed suit and the portal closed. A few citizens were already scattered about the venue and most of the slaves quickly dispersed in all directions. Some choosing to hide while others moved to the many tables of assorted foods. “Do you drink?” he questioned Declan as he made his way over to the bar. 

“Oh no no, a jacket would have ruined the look. We’re going for skimpy after all and a jacket is far too much clothing.” The less clothing the slaves had on the better in his opinion. He’d even made Cat wear lingerie to the event, partially to torture him and partially for easy access. At the question if he was ready to escort him he chuckled lightly. “You and everyone else here - I’m pretty much some extra muscle in case something goes wrong while transporting you all. Just another fun job for a council member.” One he’d gotten tasked with this time. As the guard opened Declan’s cell Draven motioned for the boy to follow suit like the rest of the slaves as the were transported to the venue. 

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It was about time they had a party, it felt like ages since they’d held one. Plus this one was right up his alley, all the slaves in revealing lingerie - perfect. Moving down to the cells he was to help transport some of the slaves to the event hall. A little added security incase something went wrong - though he couldn’t help but stop and stare as he approached a familiar face behind the cell doors. Green eyes looked Declan up and down drinking in the sight before him, both brothers had very nice slender figures and lingerie just worked so well on it. “Oh I was expecting it, though I wasn’t sure what style you’d end up getting. Whomever was in charge of handing out the lingerie did a very good job with you.”