Adrian Bianchi

Adrian was curled up in a cot not feeling too well that day. He knew what was coming in the next week or so and he was not too happy about it. “Yeah yeah. Good night to you too.” He mumbled his eyes barely opening. Soon he would be having his first heat in this castle. “I’m here. Always here.” He said with a soft sigh.

Adrian had been told that he was suppose to be the new councilman’s welcome present. A slave to do with as he wished for that evening. To say the little kitsune was pissed was an understatement. He knew having a councilman on his side would be good for anything he might want in the future but the lack of freedom to plan and plot was leaving him wanting to head right back to the undercroft and to a fight with the guards. Still he had been lead all the way up here so there really was no choice but for Adrian to knock. “I’m your welcome present for the night.” Adrian said with a huff.

He watched as the slave was thrown into the councilman’s office. “Is that what you are saying you are or what the guards told you to say you are?” he asked as he stood up from his desk and placed a hand inside of his pocket. “I should warn you that I have had a very long day and I do not tolerate anyone with an attitude problem, so I hope if you have one that is has been left on the other side of that door.” he said as he sat back down in his seat and looked at the other man.

So, when he had heard that the Polish councilman was looking for a successor Kol showed his interest and easily beat out the rest of what would have been his competition. 

Kol was shown to his new office where he would be able to work while he stayed in the castle. He waved off the guards and closed the door behind them. He turned quickly and leaned his back on the door and let out a small sigh. It was paperwork after paperwork, sign this sign that, do you want this or do you want that. It was exhausting being followed by people that only wanted to help and make things easier for the new councilman but, he needed to be alone right now.

He walked over to his desk and sat down slowly. The vampire leaned back into his chair and let another deep sigh out, when he heard someone come knock on his door. He scrunched his eyes together and then placed his fingers on his temples. 

“Yes, come in.” he spoke with a tired undertone. 

“Oh come on. I know you let other slaves out every once in a while.” Adrian all but whined looking at the guard with faked innocence. “I just want to get some fresh air.” It wasn’t his fault the rare times guards had agreed he had ended up causing much more trouble than he was worth. It was in his nature. He was a kistune, they were playful and just a tad evil at times. “I’ll make it worth your wild when I come back.” The little kistune said with a playful wink not noticing someone else approaching their conversation in the undercroft.

Adrian smirked as the moan left the other. Good. He deserved to be flustered. Still he let Silver compose himself until they finally got in the suite not wanting him to change his mind and tell and guard to come get him. “I’m in the mood for something Italian. Up to you what you want it to be.”

The pencil that was tucked behind his ear was messed with; his hand not quite sure if he wanted to ghost a new note or leave the measure alone. Zephirin changed the melody he sang, this time staying true to the work he’d done so far. Yet the last note he had written was drawn out, lingering with all sorts of loose ends before he sighed. 

He was stuck, but such was the woe of being musically inclined without any fresh inspiration. Zephirin groped blindly for the drink to his side, nearly knocking the bottle over since he was situated pretty tightly. A long pull was taken as he thought and reviewed what he had so far, but his concentration was broken when he finally realized he wasn’t alone. 

Adrian felt the need to make the other eat his words but the kistune knew the other was asking him for it whether he realized it or not and he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Fine fine. Food it is.” He mumbled the blush getting a little deeper but still Adrian couldn’t resist toying with him giving a good grind against the other before finally getting off. “Hurry up then.”

“I can meet your needs better than your master can. Trust me. The fun thing about playing with slaves? No one actually has the control to punish or belittle the other. It’s only fun no drama.” Adrian said looking him over. “Hunny I could top you wearing the same thing you are. I have worn the same thing you have.” Although he would never usually admit that. This was all a game to him but he did want to reassure that the other still felt confident in it. “Good boy.” He said after missing a few beats a hint of a blush coming over his own cheeks as he cleared his throat not use to being on the receiving end of that comment. “Now do you actually want me to let you up?” Adrian asked trying to gain back the control that comment had made him loose.

“I’m a kistune.” He said waiting to reply until after he pinned him noticing the flustered nature of the other. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to you you don’t want me to. I’m proving the point that I can be in control as I want to be.” He said slipping his legs between the others. “I’ll let you up when you admit I’m the more dominant one of us…darling.” He said the pet name with a playful smirk.

“I’m not a cat. I’m a kistune closest thing to me is a fox.” He corrected before letting out a soft little growl at the insult not too mad but starting to feel the need to assert a little dominance to show who exactly was in charge here. “Your suite so long as your keeper isn’t there.” Adrian said watching the other fall having not tried to save him from it a gentle pay back for all the teasing. Still consequences be damned he was in the mood to play and this little slave needed to see that Adrian wasnt as cute as he looked. Wasting no time the kistune lunged pinning Silver down his arms above his head hold loose but firm. “What was that about not being able to pin sweetie?”

“You’ll see how little and squishy they are when they are pinning you down.” He mumbled in a huff before saying louder. “Hunny I’ve made people scream my name both in pleasure and in pure fear I’m more than capable of control.” Of course his bedroom preferences he’d see if the other could figure out on his own. “Food. Always food if someone’s willing to give it to me. I think they feed prisoners better.”

“Correct. I am soft. It makes it that much easier to lure prey in. They arent expecting the attack.” He said a hint of darkness in his voice but still clear playfulness there as well. “Depends on if I’m control of the toys or someone else is. They change drastically.” Looking him over he raised an eyebrow. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night darling. I could use less stale air what exactly do you want to do?”

Adrian couldn’t help but roll his eyes at hearing he needed permission from the others master having never been to fond of rules. Still he did try not to get anyone else in trouble, unless he was feeling particularly mischievous, so he kept his hands to himself. “Another master thinking I’m going to be one of those soft little play toys just because of the ears.” He said with a soft gesturing to the fluffy kistune/fox ears that adorned his head his tail hiding behind him momentarily. “I wish they would just shove it. I’m more than capable of figuring out who I want to play with and when.” He scoffed keeping his eyes close on the guard as he finally walked away. “Adrian. No worries. His talking isn’t too bad if you’re trying to get out of trouble you can usually distract him on some tangent.”