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Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Dominic's gaze followed Ethan's naked form as arousal and hunger swept through him at the blatant display of firm muscle and tightly honed skin. Setting his jaw tightly, against the flares of heat, want and hunger he felt while he watched as the werewolf set the glass down before drifting over to the chair the vampire had been sitting in only moments ago. Dominic moved smoothly back to the fireplace, leaving the empty pitcher and glass on the silver tray he had retrieved them from before turning, slipping his hands into his back pockets to study his new pet currently perched in his arm chair. Nothing nearly so foreboding, or dark, Dominic said with a slightly amused expression even though he grimaced at the nickname Ethan coined for him. Must say, Nicky is a first as far as irritating nicknames I have been given go, he chuckled as his eyes narrowed on the were. Such a clever puppy to think that one up all on your own, he threw back, despite the fact that the strong man currently seated before him was in now way shape or form a pup by any means of the word. He assumed those would be endearing terms between them though, as much endearment as you could get of course through the threads of animosity. But no, no ridiculously dramatic adjectives. It is more along the lines of Sir and Master, titles others expect to hear you address me as, Dominic hummed with a shrug. Things I may expect to hear you use when you are brought to begging beneath my hands. He let the weight of those words sink in as he continued to watch Ethan in the flickering light of the fireplace behind him as the night truly settled in on the world around them.
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Ethan snorted, picking at his teeth as he wiped the wet finger against the nearby wall, complete disregard for his surroundings as he returned his amused gaze to the vampire. Sir? Master? Those words were bitter on his tongue, and the idea of a werewolf succumbing to the likes of a vampire made his stomach turn. Look, he chuckled dryly, I appreciate you buying me and helping me avoid a 'predicament far worse,' as you never fail to remind, but I'll be damned if I refer to you or any other bloodthirsty bat as my master. The wolf leaned back, his weight shifting to an elbow on the armrest as his brows furrowed at the soulless creature. I don't even accept my own kind as alphas--what makes you think I'll accept you? Pushing himself up with ease now, he took a few steps over in Dominic's direction by the fireplace, the spectrum of light from the burning flames striking his tanned body. He hovered over the creature, his expression in complete defiance as he looked down at the vampire. If you want some play thing to crawl to your beckoning with its tail between its legs, to satisfy whatever sick fantasies you might have, I suggest you haul ass back to that auction house and find some pathetic sap ready to spread his cunt for you. The wolf crouched down to the bloodsucker's level, his blood-red eyes clashing against the hard, blue ones as the corner of his lips furled into a snarl, no attempt to disguise the malice in his voice. Because it'll be a cold day in Hell before I'm caught begging at your will.
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Dominic watched quietly as Ethan disregarded his home, blatantly displaying his defiance towards the vampire and his absolute displeasure at his predicament. It wasn't until the second part of his previously made statements sank in though that he caught wind of the fire and fight he had been craving to see. Dominic didn't move an inch, form relaxed where he leaned against the mantle, eyes taking in the expense of tan flesh in the warm glow of the fireplace, contrasting so starkly with his own pale skin. With a brief arch of an eyebrow he watched as Ethan closed in on him, crouching to be closer to his relaxed frame and level off with him, those blood red eyes peering down into Dominic's as the vampire simply listened to what the werewolf had to say. See now, this I believe is where the disconnect is, he hummed idly before pushing off and taking a dangerous step closer to force the werewolf back, finally taking on the offense for once as he narrowed his eyes and that predatory smile was back, shadowed by the flames of the hearth as his eyes glowed softly. I have no desire for a simpering bitch who comes crawling with their tail between their legs as you so aptly put it and my sick fantasies don't revolve around debasing something that is already broken. I picked you because of your fight, he said darkly, words edged with his own snarl as his instincts began taking over and he felt himself begin to lose that grip he had as the lust, the want and the sheer excitement of a challenge teased him so handsomely. Dominic's arms unfolded, hands reaching up to shove the werewolf back roughly so he fell back a few paces while the vampire continued stepping forward, pressing into the werewolf's personal space. I wanted someone strong enough to fight back and who wouldn't just roll over and spread their legs merely because it was expected of them. Someone who had bite to them and could offer a challenge. Dominic's eyes hardened as the smile became even broader. Be careful, little wolf, he mocked. I am not one of your alpha's restrained by pack hierarchy or some such basic bullshit. When I lay claim to your flesh you will enjoy it and your feeble protests that you will not beg? Are merely reinforcing my decision to bring about that cold day in hell faster for you.
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Ethan stumbled backwards a few steps in surprise to the vampire's display of force, catching himself from falling as he naturally lowered himself into a predatory stance. His heartbeat rose in excitement, the instinct to fight ready to take over. He raised an eyebrow at Dominic, his pointed teeth revealing themselves as he grinned. It delighted him to see such a response from the creature, especially when he had gotten so good at playing the stoic male that it almost made the wolf wonder if such a being even existed. Relaxing his muscles, he casually meandered over to the vampire, facing him directly, letting out a rumbling exhale. Ethan was a bit shorter than the other, but larger prey has never been an issue in the past, especially when his hunger for the kill was so great. But was this the fight he wanted right now? The collar only reinforced the difference in power, and as much as the wolf loved the thrill of the hunt, the years of experience on his scarred back kept him from entering into a fight that weighed so heavily on the other side. He merely snickered, raising his firm hand up and roughly patted the vampire on the chest. I always knew you were just like every other vampire, Nicky. It's nice to see a glimpse of the monster behind the cool facade. He raised his arms up in jest, backing away slowly, though he kept his eyes locked on Dominic's. Alright, I'll be careful. He threw himself back onto the plush chair, returning to his relaxed state. So, when's lunch?
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Dominic watched the reaction, saw the spirit and rebellious fire flit over the werewolf's face before Ethan calmed, reapproaching him from his last shove to stand in front of him, one of those tan hands coming out to pat gently at his chest as if attempting to tease and console him. It had his eyes flashing, the cool blue gaze lighting up under the way the werewolf seemed to be appraising him as potential prey. Oh yes, things with this were would be interesting. Dominic watched the werewolf slip back over and drop himself back into the arm chair, his dark blue gaze raking over Ethan's muscled form. The vampire walked over then, looming over the seated man before leaning in, cornering and crowding him against the back of the plush arm chair. A quick motion had Dominic snatching the wrist of the hand that had patted his chest moments prior his own pale broad hand snagging around Ethan's wrist as he jerked it up before pressing his mouth to the base of the other man's palm. Dominic's tongue traced the veins of the werewolf's wrist, teeth grazing over skin as his eyes never left Ethan's, a low and primal noise rumbling out of Dominic's throat as he hummed over the sun kissed flesh and sent the vibrations into the werewolf's skin. In a moment he pulled away, eyes dark as he met the other man's predatory gaze with one of his own. Trust me, little wolf, he practically purred, I make no pretenses on not being a monster...I just am one who knows how to keep himself in check. With that Dominic released Ethan's hand before turning, striding over to the locked doors of his study and unlatching them before exiting the room, calling out behind himself to the werewolf as he waited in the doorway for a moment. Lunch will be now if you would like, follow me. With that he turned, resting easy knowing every door and window had been barred and latched if Ethan tried escaping, as Dominic made his way to the large kitchen down the hall.
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Ethan followed behind, his steps a bit slower as he gripped the wrist that Dominic just held, for once feeling the slight chill on his usually heated skin as his fingers pressed into it. When the vampire rushed up to him, Ethan hadn't picked up on anything--his impeccable sense of smell usually caught onto the rise in adrenaline or norepinephrine in the body before committing the act. It was the ability of detection that usually gave him the immediate upper hand, though it was lacking when it came to this pale-skinned creature. And while the realization should have instilled some form of fear in him, it only made him that much more excited for when they finally do clash, a worthy opponent for the beastly wolf. Lead into the expansive kitchen, his nose immediately picked up on the various scents clashing with each other as it wafted through the hallway. The tart smell of wildberries, the distinct smoky aroma of different kinds of meats being roasted in the fire, some kind of boiling stew with potatoes, it was all inviting to the wolf. The were never bothered to cook his food in the past, content with eating it raw, or often times, as it was taking its last breath, but this was a treat. He seemed to forget the events of recent as hunger took over and the corners of his lips curled into a vibrant smile when he stepped into the room. Not seeming to care about the dining area where they would be eating, he scampered around the kitchen, his claws grabbing the food and shoving it in his mouth, no bother for etiquette. He reveled in the display of food, juices and sauces painted his bare chest, dripping down his chin as his appetite proved its worth. Ethan finally turned over to Dominic, a fistful of roast beef in his hands as it seemed like he finally came up for air. What are you gonna eat, Nicky the Ghastly? He smirked. Do you have barrels of blood lying around or is there a basement full of trapped virgins that you select from?
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Dominic watched quietly, leaning against a spare counter while Ethan devoured whatever was in sight that Carl had left for him. The food itself, while it could be stomached, was not something Dominic needed or found himself wanting. Cravings for food had died out decades ago for him and he found himself only occasionally missing liquor and chocolate, but it was on rare occasions. Still, seeing his new pet eat had a slight smirk crossing his features as he watched the werewolf demolish nearly half the kitchen's wares. When Ethan finally came up for air, the almost comical mess he had made of himself had Dominic arching an eyebrow as he chuckled, pushing off the counter to go over and begin gathering the remnants of the wolf's meal to toss into the sink haphazardly to clean later. The question had him turning, glancing over his shoulder at the other man with a wicked grin as he clicked his tongue. Little wolf, perhaps you want to rethink your question? It should be obvious what I want to eat. Dominic's dark blue gaze flicked over the pulse point at Ethan's neck before returning to clearing the mess his pet had made. I do keeps a small supply of freshly drawn blood available should I be unable to procure a live feed, he said simply with a shrug before a wicked laugh escaped his lips at the latter half of the question. Virgins, he said with black humor painting his voice. Why on earth would I ever have a cache of simpering, shrinking violets who would most likely cater to my every need with a blush and give themselves over to me easily with no spirit, no soul, no fight? Dominic turned back to face Ethan, eyes narrowing in on the werewolf. Why would I want that when it is clear my tastes are far more...evolved? I like the struggle, I don't want some tame inexperienced little play thing that would bare it's throat and spread it's legs each time I wanted a taste. He smirked with a slow shrug as his eyes raked over the tan expanse of bare skin of the brown haired man before him.
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Tell Jenkins I said thanks for the food, he said, looking over at the mutilated oven-baked chicken and wondering if he should reach for that remaining drumstick. Mulling over the thought, he finally picked it up, stripping it down to the bone as he ate it joyfully, tossing the stick into the trash. Everybody has lazy days, the wolf responded, letting out a satisfied grunt as he walked over and picked off the last remaining cubes of meat in the stew like ripe cherries and devoured them, licking his fingers clean when he was done. He leaped onto the counter, his legs dangling over the edge as he met the vampire's eyes, though this time, he was too full and content to return the level of intensity. Letting out a crude burp, he rubbed his stomach in content, the first he's ever felt since he had been taken. Ethan gave a snort at the vampire's words, still floating along the state of bliss to let it bother him. You're going to be a starving man, then, he quipped, hopping off the countertop and leaned into the vampire, taking an inhale, unable to smell anything but the food he just ate. Though his nostrils flared, they couldn't pick up a thing from the creature directly in front of him. Not even an ounce of body odor that normally emitted from other wolves or humans that made each of them distinguishable. No, all vampires smelled the same like their environment. It was what made them such good predators, that they could hide in the shadows until strike. He hated that, and scrunched up his face in response before walking away. So, what say we remove this pesky collar around my neck, he tested, trying to center his focus on any kind of tool that would help him remove the damn brace as well as take out the vampire's life as well, but the kitchen had held nothing but pots and pans. Fucking servant must have removed them all , he cursed, reaching down to scratch his firm ass before moving that same hand up to scratch behind his ears.
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Dominic snorted at the display, watching idly as his pet hopped up on the counter and made a show of being crass, clearly trying to irritate the vampire and break down his the mask again and pull a reaction from him like he had in the study. Dominic simply leaned against the counter and watched the werewolf with amusement as Ethan snorted and brushed off the promises and threats he made against the brown haired man. Oh he would enjoy taking this one apart, breaking through all that anger and fight until he tapped into that wild spirit and energy he fought so hard with. Dominic was going to love every moment it took to bring Ethan to the point that he was a writhing mess under his hands, the trick would be getting the werewolf to that point without either of them sustaining serious injury if the dark haired man put up the delicious fight he seemed to be promising. Dominic always loved a challenge. He held still when Ethan leaned into him and inhaled his scent, obviously trying to get some sort tell or defining smell. The way his mouth twisted into a frown as his nose wrinkled revealed he had not found anything he had been looking for and Dominic's smirk grew, knowing he didn't have any of the identifiers the werewolf would need to make their fight fair. Vampires were all about stealth and silence, blending into dark shadows and offering no scent, no heartbeat, no perceptible weakness except an aversion to light and blessed religious items like holy water and other such relics. Of course aside from trinkets and sunlight there were physical ways to put one of his kind down, but this werewolf lacked the strength and agility in this weakened state it would take in order for him to succeed. Dominic raised an eyebrow when Ethan hinted at removing the collar as the werewolf walked across the kitchen. He watched as the werewolf's eyes unsuccessfully scanned the room for something to remove the brace around his throat before Dominic pushed off from the counter. A cool hand reached out, fingers tracing heavily up over the dip of the small of his back, tracing his spine before resting heavily at the nape of his neck as he eyed the cool metal resting against sunkissed flesh. Sorry, but no. I have something else, something better than this metal circlet but it will not be delivered until tomorrow. Until then? You will unfortunately be required to wear this, little wolf, he said in a low voice, leaning in as he spoke so his breath skirted over the thick brown hair that hung loosely around Ethan's ears. With a smile he stepped away and motioned with a hand for Ethan to follow. Right now we shall get you bathed and prepared for some rest. I am sure you would like to wash off the remnants of that wolfsbane oil.
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Ethan felt the hairs on his body stand on end as the slim finger crawled up the curve of his back, the lingering touch making him jerk back in response. His brows creased in annoyance, establishing some distance between the two creatures as he lowered his head in warning. The meal was great, but I'd appreciate you keep your hands where I can see them, he growled, his muscles tensing up as this was the third time that Dominic had gotten the advantage on him. It was happening, him being lured into a false sense of security through appeals to his biological needs like food and water, creating that window where he would let his guard down. Just because I make jokes doesn't mean I'm not still waiting for the opportunity to rip your throat out, he croaked, letting out a heavy breath as he glared at the vampire. Anyways, I don't need a bath. I'm perfectly capable of cleaning myself, he remarked, bringing an arm up as he dragged his tongue across it, his face turning bitter the second he caught taste of that oil. But he wasn't going to give the vampire the satisfaction of thinking that he was wearing the wolf down, that he'd give into the bath. The leech would probably try something else on him, too. His entire body twitched in disgust as the oil now coated his tongue, forcing himself to swallow as he tried to lick off another part of his body. He nearly heaved, trying to hold down the amount of food he had just inhaled as he tried to bring himself to continue. I don't need a bath, he repeated stubbornly, forgetting his anger once more as the wretched stench consumed every cell in his body.
Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Dominic arched an eyebrow as a slow, amused expression covered his features. This was...far too amusing not to witness. The werewolf's stubborn and bull headed ways were certainly entertaining if not somewhat endearing. The vampire folded his arms over his chest as he watched his pet put distance between them and fight the notion of a bath vehemently. The attempts to lick himself clean were near comical, the bitter scented oil had to taste dreadful, and Ethan's marred expression moments later certainly solidified that notion. He heard the anger leave his pets voice, replaced simply by defiance and that was when Dominic knew he had the wolf where he wanted him. Anger couldn't be reasoned with, however you could logically argue with defiance. Look, little wolf, he all but purred, the smile staying on his face. If you want to send your body into shock and torture yourself with the toxicity that ingesting that oil would do to you? Be my guest. If you consume enough though it could cause you actual harm rather than simple nausa and a bitter taste. Dominic shrugged. I am offering the bath to you either way though, and regardless of your decision it will be prepared and waiting for you should you so choose. I also promise to keep my hands where you can see them, he said with a wink before turning on his heel and leaving the kitchen. The vampire didn't wait to see if the werewolf followed, there was no way for him to escape his estate in this weakened state and nothing he could use short of a skillet or heavy book in attempts to injure Dominic, which would not end well for Ethan should he try it. The vampire walked silently down the hall before he made his way to the marble stair case, climbing the wide steps until he reached the landing for the second floor, swifly moving to the large dark door on the left. He left them open, the furniture ornate and polished dark wood the walls painted a deep navy blue with black curtains drawn tightly over shuttered windows. Dominic proceeded the the set of doors leading to the bathroom, opening them wide to reveal a lsrge bathroom, the cool grey stone floor and dark blue walls matched the bedroom it was adjoined to. The silver fixtures glinted softly with dark ornate marble sink inlays and a large mirror gracing the wall over the wide counter. The polished black and grey stone bath was wide and deep, large enough to fit several bodies easily within it. Pale broad hands turned the levers and knobs, watching as steam slowly rose into the air as the heated water rushed forward, slowly filling the tub. Dominic went about pulling out an assortment of bottles and vials, adding some of the mixtures to the water that would help wash away the oils and grease from the werewolfs meal. The smell of the scented water was dark and rich, like the forest at night after a heavy storm, laced with a spiced scent that left you wanting to take a deeper breath. While the bath filled, Dominic leaned against the sink counter casually, waiting to see if the werewolf's need to remove the oils would outweigh his distrust.