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--Sorry for the lack of activity yesterday. Also, same for today, it’s my bday today so I may or maynot be busy in catching up with old friends. Or you know sleeping the night away. But I will try and respond to as much as I can.
If anything, his words didn’t quite match his thinking that had been spoken earlier. Maybe he wasn’t as observant towards the life of each slave here, but then again he didn’t really care for any slave here. He remembered Daniel though. He was just a boy who he turned to calling a slave if not by his number and in time, it was Adams to now. Where he was finally calling him by his name. It had taken years, so to think that the younger male disliked it was not the right term for it.
Still, why dwell on past memories -- which was ironic considering the past is what fueled his own anger towards their species. But with Daniel, he was calm. This is what bothered him the most-- the male irked him to no end in the beginning and all of that changed in time. Now there was more he felt towards him and it was as if history was repeating itself over again. This would never end well and Andrew had to stop.
---------------- But he could not stop.
He was happy to hear his response and Andrew already made a mental note of taking him there just then. “How about Monday afternoon?” he asked. “I figured no one likes a Monday so why not start the day off with ease?” that is if he was available and no one else had either claimed him, or needed him. If another master would claim him, it wouldn’t be an issue for Andrew to free him of his duties and deal with the master later. But Monday was fixed, at least for Andrew.
How had he forgotten that it was lunch time? At the mention of his, his stomach growled lightly and his own cheeks flushed out of embarrassment. “I apologize for not asking sooner. Lunch would be great. What are you in the mood for? And i’m clearly famished. I hadn’t realized until you pointed it out.” which was not a lie. He’d been nibbling on a bagel honestly, and coffee. Lots of coffee through out the day.
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Oh, that’s cute. Cole’s voice wasn’t coming from his mouth, not exactly. He was more or less projecting words directly into the other man’s brain. He was still singing his song, but he was almost laughing as Andrew tried to enchant a literal enchanter. It was all Cole did, and he felt the gentle tug against him like a five year old on dad’s pant leg. I’m already fascinated with you. With how well you’ll serve once you lose. Cole taunted the mage.
And as he taunted him, the song he was singing changed. He let go some of the relaxation, and instead he amplified that word serve. He shoved images of Andrew servicing Cole and sometimes other faceless men. Always with a slave’s collar around his neck. And with it he sent a push of physical pleasure. A big push, hoping that perhaps a sudden hard-on or a confused emotion might show a chink in his mental armor. Submit, his song seemed to say, It’ll feel amazing. This was a less crafty version of his song. A bit more brute force. Heavier thrumming bass designed to send shivers up his spine and make him feel good about losing. Lust and Love were things Cole was good at creating. Subtler commands were harder.
In this moment, it didn’t feel like he was pushing back, or pulling? What was he meant to do again? The siren’s powers had been affecting him, more badly than he had thought. He felt distant from himself even, as if the hold the siren had on him was permanent. Why had it been so easy? To let go, that is? Because he felt his arms lowering slowly. The words echoed in his mind clearly. Serve, to submit, to feel amazing..
And just like that, he did submit. Lowering his arms in full defeat, he was practically on his knees, waiting to serve the other. The thought hadn’t hit him just then at how easy he had been beaten. At how easily he was persuaded, but all of that was overlooked by the fact that he was very much aroused. Not only was he waiting for his submission in that moment, but he was waiting to be touched. To feel more than just his words resonating his mind. No, he wanted more;
He made a note that he wasn’t being treated too poorly, at least not from many, so he did not comment nor did he ask about who the master was. Instead, as they continued their trek out to the diner, he looked over at the male. “Was he also the master that allowed you to keep the deck of cards?” he asked in reference to the cards he had hidden earlier. “Do you usually enjoy playing on your own or would you like the company for the next game?” he asked.
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“All I’m asking is that you let me borrow some things in your pantry, until I get a chance to purchase some more.” Tatum asked beating his eyelashes trying to persuade the other with a smile. “You know how busy i’ve been perfecting things..and it sucks major ass when I have to stop what im doing because I’m out of something.” he proceeded to say before Tatum started to sigh. “Please..?”
He had to consider this. What was this needed for? Helping someone? A favor for someone? Something for himself? Was he breaking the rules or something? Eyes narrow in suspicion. “First you have to tell me what you need those items for. Don’t be a wiseass and tell me it’s for a spell, even I know that much, but what sorts of things are you planning?” he asked.
“If it’s any consolation, I was not threatening you.” He added right before the other pressed his lips against his own. The tug, the bite caused a moan to elicit from his lips, and he had to admit the other just knew how to excite him. His tongue ran across his bottom lip, tasting the bit of blood against his lip as he watched the other. “I wish you would walk around naked more.” he agreed, right before tilting his head to the side to allow the demon more access to his neck. His touch felt good -- something he hadn’t felt in a while and the instant need for a release had become his priority in that moment. He laughed at the other’s statement, but was instantly distracted with the way his body felt to his own touch. Firm, strong, and damn, did he want him in that moment. “Enough chatter.” he added as his hands trailed down to his own jeans to undo them.
Eyes narrow at the word gods as he turned to look at him once again. “Your own kind subjected those of different race and color to kneel before them. To do as they were told or be punished or humiliated. Wouldn’t you call this predicament you’re in------karma ?” he asked. So slavery, war, all of those in between wasn’t any different to what they were doing, but if his kind and those that walked the earth were not bothered, perhaps they wouldn’t be here, now would they? What did any of this matter now? He didn’t have to be a seer to know that this cycle of theirs wouldn’t end.
“Yes. What is your opening line.” he repeated. Perhaps he was genuinely curious, or perhaps he wanted to see if the other would dare start a resistance anyway. He was strong, compared to him, that much was obvious, but his magic was stronger, so when he leaned in, Andrew only returned the heavy gaze without moving back.
If he was making a move-- no matter what the move was, he’d be ready too. The warmth of his breath against his ear sent shivers down his spine and Andrew knew he wanted some kind of reaction. He was doing this for a reaction, one he refused to give-- call it stubbornness. His eyes, however told a different story as he lowered his gaze to his neck. Suddenly, there was a new tension he felt between them, but he wasn’t going to act on it. “I’ll give you the extra chores you want because I do have a bathroom that needs cleaning.” he said instead.
When the other denied the potion he had been working on for him, there was an annoyance that crossed his features. “If that is the case, you owe me two favors. Don’t underestimate my magic. “ he added before clearing everything off of his table with a swipe of his arm. “Oh, my apologies. Please have this clean within thirty minutes and then meet me in the bathroom.” He wasn’t going to mistreat him, but make his work more annoying. Call him petty, but he was rather irritated.
He nodded at the statement, but if had been said years ago, he would have lashed out. Now--- it was different. He knew the other was not taunting in any way, but it was said out of respect. “If only more understood your way of thinking.” he added, more to himself than anything.
It’s not that he hated work, but again, all of this was for him. Which is why he wanted to make sure everything was done perfectly. That way he would not have to deal with much once they finished. As he spoke, Andrew listened, understanding the sentiment behind his words. They weren’t given a choice, and he understood that, but what did the slaves do amongst themselves? Did they ever try and take time off to go to the library together or did fear prevent them from doing so? He was pleasantly surprised by his words. “I remember when you first got here. If I remember correctly, you didn’t like it so much, but i’m glad to see that you’re being treated well.” it was all he could say because Andrew wasn’t always around personally to see if he was doing well.
“If you’re ever in the mood for a good read, let me know, i’d like to take you.” was this a date? No. It was just a casual hangout. If that was alright-- not that he would make this into a big deal. Not eyt;
As soon as he finished, Andrew finished off his work as well. Right on time too. “You’re going to help me with some of the renovations at The Witch’s Brew, however if you’d like, we can always save that for later and do something more accommodating to your mood. Would you like that?” he asked
“So I’m not saying I would suck a dick for a cup of coffee right now, I am just saying it would be a deal I would consider.” Lysander shrugged as he put another stack of books into the shelf as he talked to the other slave with him. “I mean they already gave me a shit job here in the library, least they could do is give me coffee.” he flipped open a book and scanned the page with his eyes. Not that he could read it anyway. A punishment from early on in his days at the slave house. A vampire had made him forget how to. He never bothered to re-learn. No point. “Fuckers.” he muttered under his breath.
The chatter before him was very distracting. Andrew found himself re-reading the same line from the book before him five times already and if the chatter became any louder, he may just have to give up. Sure he could always be at home, study his magic there, but he needed to be out. “If I got you your damn cup of coffee, would you keep it quiet?” he found himself interrupting the conversation as he looked at the male who had been shelving books.
He refrained from commenting on his health, because that was not his business, however he would slip it in discussion with Daniel if he saw him soon, just to check in on him. The boy loved to help out as it was so it should not hurt. As the other got dressed, Andrew noted the space he hid his cards. Not that he was going to rat him out on it. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as the other had joined him. Andrew took the lead and led him out, his hands back in his pockets while he waited for the young slave to join him at his side. “Ever tried anything from the Mockingbird?” he asked.
Not one to show off his magic, it was different around Daniel. He enjoyed the reaction that would elicit from the younger male whenever he did cast a spell or incanation, even if it was for something as small as this. “Thank you, but if you think that is amazing, then you’ve yet to see all the other things I can do.” he stated smugly. “I can help you with the holes.” he assured, without argument and as much as he did want to use his magic to trip the bushes, he allowed the other to do so. This was something he took pride in, or so it seemed to Andrew. Otherwise he would have allowed him to continue.
While Daniel worked on the trimmings, he began doing as he was instructed, once again using his magic to fill in each hole that could be seen with just a wave of his hand. “What do you usually do for fun?” he found himself asking as he continued the given chore, his eyes never leaving the ground as he did so.
“Oh, did it seem like I was threatening you?” he asked, his lips close against the others as he spoke. He wasn’t, far from it. Andrew was beginning to understand his interaction with this demon was going to be fun. No need for threats. As he began to yank his pants, Andrew didn’t stop him, although a part of him wondered if he should just use his magic to help rid of anything in their way. “I don’t care, and if someone begins to care, they can deal with me about it later.” in other words, he’d work his memory charms on them later. Andrew on the other hand tugged at the demon’s shirt, ripping the buttons apart. If anything, it was just as a reminder that he did this. “Hope that wasn’t your fav shirt.”
His response did not assure him in any way. Not that he wa shere looking for assurance, but to provide it. No-- not assurance, relief. To provide the other some relief. That was it; “You’ve not eaten at all yet?” he questioned. “Are you not hungry or has no one offered?” whatever the response may be, Andrew stepped aside once he finished and gestured for him to grab his things. “Let’s go, we’re going out tonight.” he added whlie leaving his cell to give him the space he needed to get dressed, or gather what ever it was that he may need.
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Aster growled softly and grabbed the witch by his dark hair, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily. His tongue shoving down the other man’s throat as he kissed him. This was a kiss to deal a demon contract. Nothing chaste only on the lips nonsense. This was carnal. Heady. Hedonistic. He moaned hungrily as he cleared off the table and shoved the witch under him as he kissed him, biting and tugging on his lip as he pulled back. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried. I’d just end up back in hell.” he said with a dark laugh as he stared down at the handsome witch beneath him. “Don’t say I didn’t give you what you asked for now.” he said with a smirk.
He hadn’t expected him to be so wanting in that moment, but Andrew wasn’t complaining. He was just thinking about doing much more than kissing a minute ago, so he wasn’t going to push back. A moan elicited against the demon’s lips as his mouth welcomed his tongue with ease. A hand went up to the male’s collar, pulling him closer as if they weren’t close enough already. Next thing he knew, he was atop the table with the other ontop of him. Public indececy wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked it. “Everything comes to an end. Maybe no one’s found a way just yet.” he added breathily against his lips. A grin spread across his lips as his hands trailed down his shirt. “You won’t hear a complaint from me.”
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Bradley smiled as he felt Andrew running a hand down his neck and over his body. He leaned in and kissed the other again. “Just you and me.” he said softly as he shifted them so the other was settled more on top of him he stared up at the handsomeness that was the other witch. “What shall we talk about hmm? Or maybe we don’t talk and just make out fervently hm?” he asked with a soft laugh.
Looking down at the male, a grin played across his lips when he agreed that it would be just the two of them. It felt like forever since they’d been so close so he was going to take his time with the witch. “I choose the latter. I’ve missed your lips on mine.” he admitted just as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Your hands in my hair.” he added as he moved his lips down to his jaw line to bite on. “You.” he whispered as his lips lowered to his neck.
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Sympathy it was such a stupid feeling, yet he couldn’t stop but feel that way as he made his way into the slave house. Hands were shoved into his pocket as he walked towards his cell slowly. He could tell the young slave was not asleep , not when he had a deck of cards laid out in front of him. “Can’t say it’d be fun to play with yourself.” he added with a hint of tease. The innuendo behind his words were obvious, but he wasn’t here for that. He was here to check in on the boy. “Show me.” he unlocked his cell before walking inside while gesturing for the other to sit up and show him the seething bites he had gone through today. Just like every night, he’d heal the rest. No price to pay in return. Something he could never explain, when he wasn’t sure why either.
Andrew was a familiar face, someone that he saw more regular than anyone else. Jude had never quite understood why the man kept coming back to his cell time after time. Jude sat more straight up when the man came into his cell. He gathered his cards up before he began to remove his shirt. Once it was lifted and over his head. He moved closer to the man could see some of the bites that hadn’t been healed.
As he sat up and began gathering his things, Andrew watched. He was so cooperative and it made him wonder if he was always this way or had they made him this way. He didn’t question it, because if he didn’t know, then there wouldn’t be anything between them. Even though this was something ; He watched as Jude pulled off his shirt and stepped closer towards him. Andrew’s eyes raked over the young man’s body, searching for the bites. They were coming into clear view now and all he could do was frown at the sight. “Does it hurt badly?” he asked. When they bit him, and practically sucked him dry, did that hurt? “Relax.” he added and just as he’s done many times before, he placed a hand on the punctured skin, his eyes glowing golden as he mumbled soft words before a cool sensation elicited his hands. He continued doing so until every part of him that had been broken into had healed completely. “Were you able to eat tonight?” he asked.
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His comment only caused the witch to role his eyes, however a smile played across his lips to indicate he was amused already and they had not even started the day yet. His smile only turned wider when he agreed to do so. He was hoping the younger male would be around to help, or he would be disappointed. Why did the young human have such an affect on him? He didn’t understand quite well, but he did. “That’s alright, i’ve no issue waiting.” Again, it was only for him. “Perhaps I could be of service.” he offered. “I mean, I am a witch after all.” he added as if that weren’t obvious enough.
Seeing that smile coming from Andrew only made Daniel’s shine brighter. At one point, don’t ask when because Daniel himself is unsure about it, the master’s attitude towards him had changed for the better. And this day in particular he seemed in a rather good mood. Not only would he wait for the slave to finish, but he offered to help said slave in a task that he was meant to do by himself. “You are a witch, yes,” Daniel restated, right after letting an airy chuckle out. “You wouldn’t happen to know a spell that cut the weeds by the root, would you? Because magic such as that could be of service.” Playful banter with a master. During his first week, Daniel would not have ever dreamed of such a thing. Let alone with Andrew Thompson of all people….
His smile was one of the things he adored about the young male before him, and that was a realization that came to him the moment he laid his eyes on him. However, he wasn’t one to give in to such thoughts. But years had gone by and the young man was only growing on him. More than just a friend-- friend. Is that what they were then? It was better not to think much into it. Things of that nature between their kind never lasted-- he would know. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.” he teased, but it was done. Whatever he needed help with, he’d do it. And only for him; With a raise of his hand and an incantation spoken in a hushed tone, his eyes turned a gold as an indication that his magic had been casted.
Within seconds the roots were being lifted and uplled from the ground, and Andrew stood beside the other, watching his work. “Was there anything else?” he asked while leaning towards the taller male. It was as if he was wanting the other to make a request, as if that would show him that he didn’t mind helping him. This was bad, and he wasn’t sure if he should break this habit or continue it.
