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The vampire studied him from his distance as the witch got closer, gripping the bars. He was trying to determine whether or not the presumed eagerness was genuine. “For a meal and a warm bed for the night, you say.” Taking a step closer he put his hands in his pockets, retaining the eye contact. “What makes you think that I would actually let you sleep in my bed?” he asked with a sinister smirk. Dakota had a few other places to keep him if he so badly wanted to stay over-night. At least he knew what he would feed him.
Using his hand he waved a guard over to open the cell door. Filling the opening with his body mass Dakota moved into the slave’s living area, invading the little personal space that he had left. His hand found its way into the man’s hair, gripping it firmly and forcing his head backwards so that Kota could inspect his pretty little face. “Well aren’t you a cute one” Leaning down his eyes was cold as his lips just barely brushed against the man’s lips before trailing down to his neck. Projecting his fangs he let a sharp edge drag down his neck hard enough to put some pressure but not break the skin.
'Something like that,' he hummed in agreement, watching with intent as the cell doors were opened. Kiran knew better than to trust a vampire. Experience alone had taught him that much, but it was a risk the witch was willing to take. The Undercroft was a dark, dismal place and even with the collar locked around his neck, he could feel the low emotion of the room dragging him down. It was torturous. He'd take a small cage in the corner of another man's suite if it at least meant escaping from here.
Smirk never faltered, remaining right where he was when the other invaded his personal space. He liked a touch of danger; it made things more interesting. Lips parted when a firm grip took hold of Kiran's hair and a gasp escaped him, followed with a breath of laughter. 'So I've been told,' the slave murmured, tilting back further to expose his throat even more to those sharp teeth. 'I taste good too.'
“Okay…long as you sure,” he opened the door to his suite and motioned for Kiran to walk inside. “You can sit anywhere you’d like. Hm. What kind of wine would you prefer?”
'Trust me, I'm an honest person. You'd know if I wasn't sure,' the witch reassured him, stepping inside once invited. Kiran had never been up to a master's suite before and he glanced around, taking a moment or two to admire the luxuries. It was far more superior than the Undercroft. 'Red, please. If that's alright?'
Robin was oftentimes considered naive, mostly due to his optimistic veiw of the world, but if there was one thing he definately wasn’t naive about, it was when someone was coming onto him, “Oh really?” he asked softly, letting himself stay against he wall as he wrapped one arm slowly around the witch’s waist, “You should definately let me examine you then, just in case,”
The feeling of an arm curling around his waist brought a smile to Kiran's lips, mischievous gaze focused on Robin. 'Mhm,' he hummed, hand tightening it's grip on the doctor's hand as he guided it between them, placing it upon his own inner thigh. 'And I keep getting this.. warm feeling down here,' the witch continued to tease.
“Well… I guess not, I mean… I’ve certainly wanted a dom for a long time but .. I don’t know.. .the opportunity has just never been there I guess?” he explained with a small shrug, biting his lip and swaying a little awkwardly, “Um, what about you though? What’s .. well ah… what do you like?”
Kiran could sense the other felt somewhat awkward explaining himself and his hand lifted, placing it flat against the master's lower back; nothing more than a gentle, what he hoped to be comforting touch. 'I like giving people whatever they want,' he answered. It gave him a thrill being able to give another something they craved, his own little addiction and he wasn't ashamed to admit that either. 'Sometimes I'm in charge, sometimes I'm not. Depends on the partner.'
“Belfast hm? I’m afraid I’ve never been, is it nice there? I’ve never been out of Cork actually… well except for here obviously, well… and before I went back there, my mum and I lived in an island with other selkies, we spent most of our time in our seal forms then,” he explained, he already enjoyed Kiran’s company, wich was nice, he didn’t have too many freinds at the castle, being that he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so having Kiran’s possible freindship was something Felix was hoping for
'It's fun for a short visit, but I wouldn't move back there if I was given the choice. It's too.. old-fashioned. Most of Ireland is.' Or at least, when it came to magic, Kiran had found it to be one of the least-inviting areas to be. Perhaps that was just his own experiences, however. 'And how does someone as charming as yourself happen to end up in a place like this? You're quite far from home.'
“Excellent, I do rather love witches, I often have fancied the idea of magic, I very much would have liked to be able to have been born with magic of my own, you’re quite lucky,” he mused, offering Kiran a small smile, “If you don’t my mind my saying it, I very much enjoy your appearance as well, you too are rather ‘hot’,”
If there was one thing that Kiran admired, it was another person being able to view magic in the same light he did; in positive, bright lights rather than belittling it or seeing it as a curse. He leaned his forehead against the bars that separated them, gleeful smile tugging against his lips. 'I am. I grew up in a coven that would argue otherwise though. None of them approved of our gifts,' he spoke. His smile grew even wider at the other's next compliment. 'You think so?'
Kiran was …. nice, to put it mildly, but he was also understanding, warm, and comforting, he made Robin relax, made him feel like he had a freind and wasn’t just an imposition on everyone, he hadn’t felt like that in a long time… “You really think so?” he asked quietly, biting his lip, “Thanks… I think I really needed to hear that… my moms and I were so close, it’s been… impossible being without them… and Milo… it terrifies me to think of what could have happened to him to … to change his mental state so violently,” swallowing, he put a hand over Kiran’s, giving him a gentle smile, “Thank you… and if there’s anything I can do for you, anything at all, just ask, if it’s within my power, I’ll do it,”
'You're in a place full of wonderful, magical creatures. Play the right cards and I'm sure one of them will be able to help.' Kiran had never been too close with his own parents. He had, however, been close to his sister before her death and therefore, a part of him could understand Robin's predicament. Looking up, he met the other's gaze, brows raising in an almost hopeful expression. 'You could remove the collar for a bit.'
Jon had to give it to this kid, he was trying awfully hard. His lips twitched in a smirk as he gazed at Kiran. “I’m used to being a loner. I’m starting to think it’s my destiny.” He was going to watch his step in this place. Hell yeah he loved to fuck, but he was going to be the one to choose who and where. “I was captured in my wolf form. Not a pretty sight when your paw gets caught in a trap.”
'No one is destined to be alone. Otherwise, we'd never have been given the gift of speech. Or touch,' he murmured, a low laugh escaping him. Kiran had been a lone ranger for a while too, but that hadn't stopped him from finding companions, even if it was often just for one night. 'Ouch. I hope the doctor was at least gentle upon arrival.'
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“Excuse me?” he asked, glancing up at the person on the other side of the bars. “No. I’m not sucking or letting your cock anywhere near me. Go find someone else.”
'Not that I'm not disappointed, but that's not what I was going to suggest,' he smirked, looking through the bars at his fellow slave. Kiran couldn't help be amused at their attitude. 'I was just introducing myself, considering we're prison buddies.'
“My apologizes, I did not hear you come in.”
Fingers brushed through his long hair and Kiran's brows raised at how courteous the master was. It wasn't a common trait for vampires, or at least, not in his experience. 'That's because I didn't knock, but I appreciate the good use of manners.'
“Glad I’ve won your fucking favor.” Gage huffed as he eyed the other with hardly an ounce of friendliness. “You got someone else to bother? Gettin tired of you pretty quick so unless you wanna donate yourself as my lunch you should piss off.”
'You should be. It's hard to win,' he commented, ignoring the obvious sarcasm and un-welcoming tone in the vampire's voice. Kiran liked to push his like, perhaps even more so here because what else could he do to keep himself entertained, eh? Not like he had somewhere else to be now he was a slave. Lips curled up into a smile and he picked up another item that didn't belong to him, tossing it back and forth between both hands. 'I do taste delicious.'
The undercroft was such a dull place filled with hopeless souls that longed to get out one way or another, if only for an hour. This one wasn’t an exception though at least he was well spoken about it. Tilting his head he was looking as if he was considering it. When coming here his plan had been to stay out of any kind of activities but they had been missing for over a year now. Dakota was bored and this pretty, young looking man seemed to be okay company. “It all depends on what you can offer me, sweetheart”
It wasn't too terrible here or at least, not in Kiran’s opinion. He knew there were some slaves who might disagree with him considering their conditions. Truth was though, he almost liked the idea of being wanted or needed; craved attention. If it wasn't for the collar around his throat stealing his powers from him, he might even like this life. However, his skin itched for magic and having that stolen from him was torturous. Stepping closer to the attractive stranger, long fingers curled around the bars of his cell and Kiran offered an inviting smile. ‘Anything you want, sir,’ he answered. ‘That’s what I'm here for, after all.’
Desmond glanced over at him, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Are…are you being sarcastic? Cause…I, uh, I can get you something else if you want?”
The question surprised him at first; not just because of the unexpected hesitance in it, but also because Kiran hadn't expected a master to care much if he was being sarcastic or not, all things considered. Offering him a smile, the witch shook his head. 'No, I'm not,' he reassured him. 'It's fine, I promise. Perfect even. Just as long as we can order some decent wine to go with it.'
The vampire rose up on his toes slightly while he waited on an answer, already figuring what the slave would decide to do. He didn’t look at all afraid of him, which meant he was going to come with him. He would be far more keen on the chance of getting his collar off. “Excellent.” Turning his eyes away, he motioned for a guard to unlock the cell to let him out. Anders stood by the door, watching this new prospect with curiosity. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Perhaps Kiran should have been frightened of him, considering their roles, but it took a lot more than that to scare a person like him. He’d lived in a world of vampires and supernatural for so long that being here was not much of a change; apart from the wretched collar. Taking his time, the witch stepped out from his confinements and moved closer to Anders. ‘Whatever you want it to be,’ he taunted, though he soon introduced himself a beat later. ‘It’s Kiran, sir.’
“Well once we get back to my office I will,” he grinned, Robin really hadn’t come here for sex- at all, but he couldn’t deny an opportunity when it came to him, especially someone like Kiran who Robin knew he couldn’t get in a million years outside of this place, plus he really liked Kiran, they seemed to have a connection forming already despite barely knowing eachother, he gave the witch’s hand a gentle squeeze, guiding him back to his office and shutting and locking the door behind him
Kiran liked Robin. Trusted him, in fact. He was one of the few people that seemed to have a good and fair reason for coming to Krov's castle, a fact that'd surprised the witch. The moment the door fell shut, he stepped closer, one hand settling on the other's hip while the other kept hold of his hand and pinned it against the wall behind them. 'Y'know, doctor,' Kiran murmured with a smirk. 'I think I might be comin' down with something. I'm starting to feel.. hot all over.'