#cebes

He only could see part of the room the way he was bound to the bed right now and only heard Eliah rummaging without being able to look what he was doing. It wasn’t something that Cebes wasn’t used to though. Sometimes Eli just loved to step away for a bit, especially when he was cuffed to something and couldn’t get away… or sit down in the armchair, watching. “To cool down for a minute,” was what he liked to say. It would only get better anyways. And if he was told not to move, he wouldn’t, of course.

But this time he wasn’t only bound to the bed but Eliah used the ropes on his whole body. A little slow at first and if Cebes didn’t know any better it maybe was one of the first times Eliah actually did try this out. Not that it was a bad thing, everybody had to learn after all. And one of them was a young vampire… at least barely 50 years younger than him.

It was as if Eliah could sense that Cebes thoughts started to drift off as it was just then that he entered his field of vision again. When he was sure that Cebes focus was on him he held up a wine bottle.

“Guess what you will get when we are done,” Eliah said, “but first you have to earn it. As well as everything else. Like always.” He stepped onto the bed too and grabbed the rope near Cebes neck. Like that he pulled him up, but stopped him from falling forward or leaning on him.

“Stay like this.” And Cebes did. With one leg bound though it started to become harder to do so after a few seconds already. Balancing himself when Eliah already had his fill of blood from him was quite difficult.

Eliah seemed to see that Cebes struggled even if he did his best to not let it show. He leaned towards Cebes and the older thought he was going to hug him when instead Eliah wrapped his arm around him to loosen the knots. It took a little bit until Cebes realised it and then he wanted to protest but Eliah shushed him.

“Don’t you dare start a discussion with me,” he said as the ropes fell on the mattress, “I, at least, know when to stop and I drank too much blood from you earlier.” There was a short moment when he stared at Cebes before taking the bottle in his hands again and opening it. “And this is why you get this one earlier than I planned to. Before you ask, it is blood but I didn’t steal it from the princes’ blood bottle stash for fancy parties.”

Before Eliah gave him the bottle he stretched himself and places a kiss on Cebes forehead, short and sweet how he calls it. Only to ruffle through his hair and press his lips on his skin a second time, longer this time, before leaning back again.