Caleb Tate

Caleb Matthew Tate 19 // Human // Slave Master: Emrys Foley "This place is like quicksand. Every time I try to get out, I’m sucked in deeper."

[lostboytate]

Half Dead Already, Actually   ⇒

Camilla was wrecked. She was a crumpled tin can wrapped around an impressively robust tree, probably elk or something, and she blew up such smoke as could easily give clue to the very real danger of going up at any moment in flame. Caleb, on the other hand, was slumped unconscious at the wheel and utterly unaware that he could soon be roasting like an overstuffed turkey, only burnt and charcoal and not delicious when the cooking was done. You know, or quietly suffocated in his vulnerable state by the oily thick smoke that had, in the wake of an explosion that had driven him off the road, settled over the city and his car. In other words, probability of death was err on the side of almost certainly entirely fucked--

[nicholas-clement]

“It’s a comparison, mon homme. Not literal.” He said, nodding to the other in hopes he would clean off his sweat. “Since you are human, that’s all the more reason to dull your scent. I mean, both creatures can smell fear, anguish, pain…all through your sweat. So, oui, clean it before something else decides to chase you.”

[lostboytate]

I’m not any of those things, well, maybe pain, but... okay? --I guess exercise is bad for you.

[trudy-burgess-blog]

Oh, there’s a library, out there? I really need to get claimed so I can go to the library. I mean, you’re allowed, right? As a claimed slave. I promise. I won’t let it get destroyed. I’ll hide it. 

[lostboytate]

Well, yeah. This city might be occupied by all things that go bump in the night but they’re not all heathens. And, you know, there aren’t a lot of children, not like what you’d find elsewhere, but there are families around. I’m from here. And, yeah, you’re allowed in pretty much anywhere as a claimed slave? Not that I’m saying you should get claimed just to get a library card...

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“Perhaps I bought back your vehicle to make you happy.”

The words are offered softly and the wolf watches the boy quietly before letting out a sigh. Caleb is right though, Emrys would rather have him in a death trap warm away from the chill of winter than walking alone and freezing to death. Sometimes, like now, he forgets his spirited boy is not a wolf.

“We’ll come back for the car and I’ll see it’s fixed. For now, come home.”

[lostboytate]

“I--” He frowns to find his own tongue stumped and he wonders if a day will ever come that he will not be surprised by how gentle his master is with him. He hasn’t been scared of Emrys in a long time, not even his familiarity, and he’s grown to be reserved only in the sense that he doesn’t let himself get too comfortable lest he someday have to front up against the harrowing loneliness of abandonment, but tenderness still surprises him and those fleeting touches still electrify him. “How am I supposed to get home without Camilla?”

[seraphinafrost]

Do or Die | Caleb & Seraphina

[seraphinafrost]

The gasp and extra vigor was exactly what she was looking for. His moan against her throat was heavenly and fueled her own needs. She could feel herself getting wet. He didn’t finish his request but she was already answering, “yes.” She flipped him over, this time slowly. Her hands ran down from his shoulders, across his chest and down to the hem of his pants. She took her time, trailing kisses across his skin. Her hands slowly pulled his pants down and off until he was as naked as her.

She paused a moment, to take in his state. She wanted him to be relaxed, to enjoy what she was about to do. Here eyes moved to his member, the most obvious sign of whether he was enjoying this or not.

[lostboytate]

Funny thing was, he’d meant to ask, hadn’t known how to voice that kind of request, but when Seraphina pretty much literally reads his mind he’s embarrassed as hell. She surges up against him, rolling him, and he lets himself go with it because this kind of thing, he supposes, isn’t really something he can do from on top.

But fuck if he isn’t immediately dumped back into the same dilemmas.

Only this time he feels like he’s been set on fire first.

Caleb closes his eyes. It kind of works. Doesn’t really stop him from trembling, with nerves and also nineteen years of energy he hadn’t known he’d been storing, but he also doesn’t throw the girl undressing him clear off in his haste to run for the hills. “Ser...” he mumbles absently, but a majority of his attention has already diverted to the persistent throbbing of his semi.

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

"The fact remains it’s unreliable." Either way, Emrys chances a glance towards the steaming mess under the car’s hood. The wolf huffs quietly and shakes his head.

"The radiator’s cracked."

[lostboytate]

And yet you bought Camilla back for me anyway. Probably because you’ve got to acknowledge that, in the height of winter, a heated box on wheels is gonna be better for my delicate disposition than tunnelling through the snow on foot.

[dahlia--karziuka]

No. Apparently not. But dying, or feeling like you’re dying, isn’t something to say lightly.

[lostboytate]

I was just being dramatic...

[effy-fontaine-deactivated202401]

"Does anyone actually like that attitude of yours or does it just get you in trouble?"

[lostboytate]

I'm just pretty enough to avoid probable death.

[foreveryourscassie]

I caught that.

[lostboytate]

Oh. You were being sarcastic? Shit, I thought you were being serious. Fuck me, you’re good.

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

"Not even in the slightest."

[lostboytate]

That’s cheating, you know? Because my lungs are just measly human lungs.

[trudy-burgess-blog]

The only word puzzles I really enjoy are the word search, but they get boring after awhile. I good book never gets boring. [She listened as he mentioned the book he would recommend reading.] Okay, I’ll take your word for it. I haven’t read that yet. I’d be really grateful if you could do that, Caleb. Where would you get it? You wouldn’t get in trouble, would you?

[lostboytate]

I was gonna get it from the library? My master wouldn’t even know. But don’t let them destroy it. I haven’t exactly got my own income source to cover the cost to replace anything.

[once-upon-an-englishman]

-“Maybe we could even run to the store and get some popcorn and fold up camping chairs.” he grinned widely and he glanced down the road, watching a sports car whizz past and he smirked -“I’m afraid theres not much chance of any of that, not in this city at least man.”

[lostboytate]

[He watched the same car whizz past.] Then I guess we go back to watching me get run over by a car. Seems kind of ho hum now, though.

[nicholas-clement]

"Nicholas Clement." He said, raising a brow at him as he still held out the handkerchief. "Use it. I’m sure your Master wouldn’t want you looking as if you were being chased by hunters. I mean, you are pouring sweet, mon homme."

[lostboytate]

[He takes the handkerchief.] For the record, hunters wouldn’t chase me because I’m human...? [Or maybe they would. Because of the father he didn’t know.] Also because why even waste the time and go to the effort, you know?

[dahlia--karziuka]

"Elvis was bloated. Drugs, a spastic colon. Many intestinal problems," she corrected him. "Where is your friend? Do you actually feel like running is going to kill you?"

[lostboytate]

Melodrama and sarcasm, lady. You really don't speak my language, do you?

[nicholas-clement]

"Your mother is wise but I suppose dehydration is better than potentially taking poison." He said with a shrug, gesturing to the water fountain not too far from them. Taking out his handkerchief, he hoped the other would take it in order to clean off the sweat that he needed to. "You can use it for the moment."

[lostboytate]

[He looks at the handkerchief as if suspicious it might strangle him should he attempt to take it.] Sorry. You're...?

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

Wasn’t it though? Wasn’t the way Caleb looked at him mere invitation enough or perhaps it was those stumbling words. “I would do far worse things with your words,” the wolf countered while the boy was still caught in his grasp, prey to his idly hands and warm words. He intends to say more but his gaze lingers on the way color stains the boy’s face, painted shades of red with embarrassment. If he did not know before how inexperienced Caleb was, he knows now.

Still the knowledge does not drive him to cruelty.

Instead the wolf waits, watching the various stages of panic and knows that soon the clever boy in his grasp is going to lash out when it becomes too much. As Caleb mumbles biting words, Emrys refrains from laughing. Instead he smiles against the warmth of skin finding his fondness growing further for the brazen human.

There it is. Caleb’s breaking point.

Words are stunted, half-made sentences that rush out between them. As those hands lash out, he catches them in a vice-like grip. Wrists are snared between one palm and held back against cold tile while the length of his body kept Caleb’s squirming body in place. It might appear malicious, as though the wolf intended to make a meal of the human splayed out across the small island counter.

But there is fondness in his gaze, something akin to a smile on his lips, and his fingers are not bruising in their imprisonment of thin wrists.

“So what you’re saying,” the wolf murmurs against Caleb’s throat, “is that if it weren’t in the kitchen, you could.” Lips press to the artery carrying the boy’s rapid pulse as his free hand sets to smoothing along a thin hip. Leaning back, he watches the boy’s face and hums quietly in thought. Soon fingers cup a warm cheek, thumb brushing across that pinkish red hue.

“I’ll go at your pace, for now.”

It’s a decision carefully made. Emrys is far from being a creature of restraint but with Caleb he can at least make a valiant attempt. Still, he has to give the boy credit—he hasn’t smiled this much in a century. “And I will do more than give you a new shirt,” the wolf continues, “on one condition.” Now those canines are visible as he looks over Caleb, meets those eyes with such want and hunger in his own.

“I’ll do it for a kiss.”

[lostboytate]

His hand is caught. He hadn't meant to try to lodge it up Emrys' nose, really, but it's caught with such startling immediacy that he even stops his scrambling to stare. It isn't harsh, doesn't impose this general realisation that Emrys could crush him if so inclined, and he doesn't feel threatened, so to speak, but Caleb's heart beats audibly.

"No," he denies vehemently, but the flaming red flared in his cheek and his suddenly developed intense interest in everything but Emrys kind of gives him away. Would he do it had he been dropped on bed rather than counter? No, but he'd at least have come up with something to better to aid in his bolt for the hills-- No. Well, maybe. Well...

They're just going too fast, he decides, and it's freaking him out.

But then, going so far back that the tetrapod crawls back into the sea would be going too fast.

Emrys, however, brings reluctant eyes straight back in with only the most remote amount of effort to turn his cheek. At least he'd stopped nuzzling like he couldn't understand what (a somewhat unconvincing) no meant. "I just--" He sighs. Or really, he releases his pent up frustration with a sharp burst of a sigh. If he was an 8-ball, he'd glue himself on 'ask again later' and check out.

He convinces himself it's the confusion that spurns him too meet Emrys' request, with maybe a little too much launch myself at you and hopefully don't chicken out, even if after a thousand years of deliberation and hesitation and only the one request on his part; "Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't blink. Don't anything. Don't..." God, he might as well just give away his soul while he's at it.

Yeah, so much for too fast...

[covairealpha]

{Caleb Tate}

[covairealpha]

Are you sure?

[lostboytate]

Am I sure that I don't want you to gouge my eyeballs out? Yes, I think I am.