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“Your defiance only excites me more.” The chuckle was whispered against the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end, a shiver rolling down his spine.

Mikaela kept his mouth snapped shut, teeth clenched to the point of pain. He didn’t want to give Ferid the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Not anymore.

“Are you still angry with me?” Lips brushed the skin behind his ear. “I told you before, didn’t I? I need to drink or else I’d die and then where would that leave you?” Ferid’s tone had him clenching his fists behind his back. The rope around them tightened and left little burns on his pale flesh. He wanted to scream, but a thumb slid across the slit of his erection causing him to jerk, teeth catching the inside of his cheek. The taste of blood exploded inside his mouth, the tangy, bitter liquid feeding the swirl of nausea in his stomach.

“No matter how angry you are at me, this part of you is always begging for my touch.” Ferid’s said, his fingers squeezing Mikaela’s cock, sliding up and down, from base to tip and back again. He’d been at it for hours now. Mikaela had lost track of the time, but he knew it had been around mid-day when Ferid had come to him, and already he could hear the languid chirping of the crickets. He felt tears begin to prick at his eyes. What if Ferid never stopped? He knew the other had no need to sleep or eat. He knew Ferid could continue to do this until Mikaela passed out from exhaustion, until his over-sensitized skin began to burn and hurt.

A strangled gasp left Mikaela’s lips then, fear causing his throat to close up.

“There, let me hear more of you.” Ferid’s hand continued to pump him slowly. With his other hand he reached for one of Mikaela’s thighs, spreading the blond’s legs further apart. Mikaela let his head fall back on Ferid’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he tried to keep his silence. His chest heaved from the exertion of only trying to breathe through his nose.

“Do you want to come, Mika? Do you want to come all over yourself, and prove to me that only my hand, my touch, is the only thing that can get you this aroused?” Ferid’s teeth scraped over Mikaela’s shoulder, ripping another gasp of terror from the blond’s mouth. The memory of the searing pain those teeth had caused him still burned in his mind. He wanted to jerk away, unwilling to go through that sort of thing again, but he couldn’t. Not when Ferid’s unnaturally strong arms held him, not when one false move could not only rid him of his life, but the life of those he loved, not when Ferid’s hand was so close to bringing him to his long awaited release.

“Answer me, Mikaela.” The firmness of those words transferred to Ferid’s hand, and Mikaela couldn’t stop the loud cry that left him.

“Y-yes.” He struggled, forcing his mouth to utter a single word. He wanted it to be enough, it had to be enough. For a moment, Ferid’s hand stopped all movement, and Mikaela hated himself a little more when he felt tears begin to roll down his cheeks.