#c;nikolas

Angel wasn’t known for fighting the guards when they came to get him for a rental-- but Angel wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay in the undercroft, finding it easier than having to deal with the masters. It had only taken for one of the guards to grip his arm a little too hard for Angel to finally stop his struggling and let himself be dragged to whatever dick wanted him for the evening. When the door opened up, he found himself face to face with Nik and he swallowed. “Nik...”

   -Angel had a book balanced on his knees as he sat on his cot. He was flipping through the pages leisurely, allow his eyes to focus on the words while he simply allowed himself to settle.

    The slave had been dropped back in the Undercroft a few hours before, bruises on his jaw from where a vampire had held him a little too tightly while he fed, ugly red fang marks in his neck. He knew that his wrists held the same bruises, finger marks blossoming in a pattern that showed darkly. The slave was feeling a little light headed, but had never allowed himself to lay down or sleep before the designated bed time for slaves. So he read, eyes blurry, but still focusing enough for him to absorb what he was reading. The slave found himself looking up when a shadow was cast over him and vaguely wondered why he hadn’t heard the footsteps.

   Angelo found himself face to face with Nikolas. “Sir...” He breathed out the word. It had been some time since the other had come to see him. Nikolas was perhaps the only master who had come close to claiming him over the years. Angel had done well at pushing him away-- sometimes he wondered if he had done the right thing at all. “I...” He swallowed. “Good afternoon.” What else was there to say?

“...Nikolas. Nice to see you here.”

“Hey... So I know the body switch had your stomach all out of sorts. And I felt so bad that I made you your favorite lunch to take to work tonight to make up for it.”