Color me blue

Finn Anderson Claimed slave

[slave-finn]

She smiled at the male and nodded her head at the offer. “I’d love that actually, no need to break your heart.” she teased. It hit her the last time they’d had a conversation was while she was still with pup, he’d obviously heard what happened considering she didn’t have a bump or a baby. “Thank you Finn, it means a lot.” She muttered softly. “Now tell me how to cheat at this game. So I can actually win. I’m terrible at cards.”

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“It’s been done so many times before.” Finn feigned a pout, not actually hurt from his countless heartbreaks. He had a feeling Aria wouldn’t deny him anyway. “Of course. It’s not everyday the guards are so absent. I’d break you out if I wasn’t just a measly human.” He smiled warmly, sitting on the other side of the bars and passing her the cards. “You can cheat by dealing them out. It’s only go fish. You know how it works?”

[slave-finn]

“No I didn’t but a lot of my friends down here did… There’s so many of them missing.” He let out a short sigh. He hoped they were alright and there punishments weren’t too severe. “Yeah that arousal thing was less than fun, you’re right. I haven’t seen you down here since well…When I first arrived. Have you been doing alright?” He knew Finn was claimed, so Levi couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be down near the cells.

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“Makes sense, considerin’ ‘ve never heard it so quite before.” Finn looked around and noticed the empty cells, cringing a little at the punishments they must be getting. “I don’t blame them for sleepin’ with each other. It’s a wonder how you got through it.” He didn’t flat out ask if he’d masturbated but he shook his head nonetheless, wishing he had a filter sometimes. “Don’t respond to that.” He breathed the words out and laughed softly under his breath. “Yeah, I’m alright. Can’t complain so that’s the good thing. How’ve you been, then, mate?”

[slave-finn]

“What can I say, I’m very proactive. Feel free to charge me extra for taking matters into my own hands,” Dorian responded uncaringly, watching as the slave poured him more once his glass was set back down onto the bar. “Thank you,” he responded automatically, glancing around the room at the plethora of dancing  bodies that no longer interested him before something the human said finally registered with him. “I’m sorry, did you say you get paid for working this job?” he asked, eyes trailing from his face to his collar. “That’s rather unusual.” He lifted his glass to take more of his drink, and nodded. “Yes. My native language. The lack of an accent is on purpose- people find that more amiable. Or so my speech instructor used to say.” Old hag, he thought, but didn’t say.

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“Wouldn’t dare charge ya extra after a phone call like that.” Finn offered a small smile, although he didn’t exactly know what the words meant, he could tell they weren’t exactly pleasant. He could tell the man was distracted but he didn’t mind, he got busy on drying some glasses he had brought back from the dishwasher. “Well, not paid exactly. I get paid in things, mostly. And kisses. My mistress treats me well either way, there’s not much more I could ask for.” He shrugged a shoulder, mostly just rambling on because he was getting bored of the lack of costumers. “She owns this place.” He wasn’t sure whether or not this was a close friend of Jennifer’s or a stranger but whatever it was, Finn would never talk down on his mistress in front of anyone. “I barely noticed. You must have worked a long time on getting rid of that accent though I’d prefer it, I think. The french language is so beautiful, after all.” He set a clean glass back on the shelf and picked up another glass to dry. “So, this is an important question. Do you think in French or in English?” 

[slave-finn]

“I don’t care if it’s unusual, I want to know why you’d be stupid enough to love a piece of shit like me,” Levi said seriously, ignoring how worried Finn seemed. He was probably expecting Levi to disappear on him now, he couldn’t blame him for that. Or maybe he wanted to hear it back, but for someone who’s never even said the fucking words to anyone, exposing that kind of commitment may as well be like cutting out a piece of his soul and handing it to someone else for safekeeping. It didn’t help that Finn’s words were so sincere and convincing, reminding him of how amazingly fucked his life had become. “Shit,” he sighed, hanging his head. He lifted a hand and placed it across the back of Finn’s neck though, because for as sickened as he felt about his situation, he couldn’t bare to sit there and do nothing while Finn squirmed in torment over his confession. His skin was warm beneath his fingers, a solid comfort. He took another breath. “I wish you didn’t. I’m not worth it. Don’t try to tell me I am, I know I’m not. You’re too good.” He closed his eyes. “Fuck. As if anyone who’s known you for more than two minutes couldn’t love you. You’re fucking annoying like that.”

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“You’re no piece of shit, Master.” The words are soft spoken and Finn glances up to find that Levi hasn’t stopped looking at him since his confession of loving every part of him. He feels oddly vulnerable and his cheeks heat up on their own accord. The hand on his neck is oddly reassuring contact and he feels himself melt into the touch like he hasn’t done in so long. Levi had been so distant without Finn even realizing it and that was his own fault. He needed to focus more on pleasing both of them but.. mainly Levi. After all, he was the one that he truly couldn’t live without. “I can’t obey that order. Everyone is worth something. You can’t tell me you aren’t worth my love when it’s already been given. You can’t take away that feelin’ I have.” He huffs a laugh and reaches a hand up to wipe his eyes that had somehow managed to have a tear or two trapped in his lashes. “Well you’re bloody annoying when you talk of leaving like that. What did you even mean by it all?” His eyebrows were still creased even after he felt much better with the somewhat affirmation that Levi loved him back. He still wondered what brought this all on and why Levi seemed so angry at him in the first place; he waited for an answer.

[slave-finn]

Levi could feel himself steeling himself for what Finn was about to tell him. The moment he said that Jennifer had told him she loved him, he was sure the human was going to admit his reciprocation of those feelings. She had been abnormally kind to them, it was only natural someone like him would gravitate towards someone like her. He wasn’t meant for this sort of relationship anyways. Just as he was beginning to tell himself that this turn of events was probably for the best, however, Finn said something so unexpected he was sure he had imagined them for a moment. He looked up, and his first instinct was to call him a fucking idiot. Only a fucking idiot would ever love him. “Jesus fuck, Finn…” He felt his hands shaking and immediately clenched them into fists. “Why?”

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His eyes finally met Levi’s at the sudden burst of words. It was clear he hadn’t expected Finn’s confession but how? After all they’d been through together it should have been blatantly obvious that he loved him. The only thing that kept Finn from saying it was the fact that he was scared Levi would run. After all, he read in that supernatural book that vampires never truly had the same emotions as humans after they were turned. “It isn’t very usual to ask why when I person tells ya they love ya.” He manages a small laugh but it’s clear there is still concern written all over his face. “Did ya think I fuckin’ hated ye over these pasts months, then? Have I not shown my appreciation for ya enough? By callin’ ye Master willingly and lettin ya drink from my veins?” He wasn’t sure how to explain his feelings for Levi but that didn’t make them any less true. “You kept me from killin’ myself, helped me to the doctor’s after what Caleb did, defended me no matter what the situation was. And.. I love ya for it.” 

[slave-finn]

Levi laughed bitterly, unable to help himself. Of course Finn would think he meant somewhere on the fucking manor grounds. He had grown to be far too content in this situation, but he felt he was losing himself with each passing day. “Come on, pretty boy, think. You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” He stared at him for a moment before looking away, unable to provide a straight answer. He had too much self-preservation for that. “I’m not so sure you’d want to go with me. You like her too much.” He didn’t have to specify who he was talking about.

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The name brought him back to the situation just a bit and Finn remembered all the talks they had of running away from this place, from their slave status. He could tell Levi clearly wasn’t becoming used to their situation like Finn was. “I..” Those words definitely took him off guard; had him brushing a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. “She told me she loved me.” He isn’t sure what else he can manage to say so he just moves to sit down on the closest piece of furniture. He slumps over, fingers intertwining as he sighs deeply. He made sure Levi was okay with the situation from the start but it seemed times have changed and now he needed to make a choice. “But... I love you.” 

[slave-finn]

Levi sighed, eyes closing of their own accord. “I’m not angry at you. I’m fucking tired.” He didn’t have it in him to really explain how unhappy he was. He had the feeling Finn had fallen for Jennifer, or at least adored her for ‘saving’ them. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from saying, “If I told you I wanted to get the fuck out of here, what would you say?”

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This wasn’t something Finn was used to hearing, at least, Levi usually kept his emotions to himself. He wondered if he had been tired for a long time now or if it was a new feeling. Considering vampires didn’t technically have to sleep, he grew concerned and furrowed his eyebrows. “I’d say let’s go. You know Jennifer doesn’t care where we go as long as...” He’s unsure if Levi means getting the fuck out permanently but he doesn’t mention it for hopes that he’s wrong in thinking so. “You’d... want to get out with me too, right?”

[levibradford]

“Look, as much as I’d like to give a shit about what you’re saying, I really don’t. Might want to stop wasting your breath.”

[slave-finn]

“Wait- don’t walk away. Are you still angry with me?” 

[slytherinandiblack-deactivated2]

“One day back in this damn cell and I already feel like I am getting cabin fever.” The wolf muttered as she paced the length of her cell. It didn’t help how quiet the cells were as slaves were rotated out for punishments of varying severity. She thanked the moon that she wasn’t a walking underwear model anymore.

[slave-finn]

“I brought cards?” Finn smiled at the girl, one he hadn’t seen in a while, only glance at the festival. She had been nice enough to him and he thought he’s repay her with a bit of extra time he had on his hands. “The guards are busy with punishments so they won't care. That is, if yer acceptin’ the game. I’d be rather crushed if you denied me.”

[dorianduval]

There was a sleek phone pressed to Dorian’s ear, a stark contrast to everything so gothic and old-fashioned which surrounded them in the manor. From his lips, a flow of fluent and elegant spoken French was directed politely, yet tersely into the receiver. “Je ne veux pas parler de ça maintenant. Nous parlerons plus tard.” Abruptly, he shut the device off and pocketed it, looking towards the intruder of his personal conversation with sharp eyes. He had a sneaking suspicion they expected he hadn’t noticed them. “You’ve caught me at awkward timing,” he said, pouring himself scotch in a glass that looked as if it had already been used for at least one other drink. “But that doesn’t really matter. I could use the distraction, actually.” He took half of his drink in one go.

[slave-finn]

Finn hadn’t expected to walk into such an emotional situation, although the man seemed like he was trying very hard to keep it together after hanging up the phone. He wanted to quickly turn on his heels without being noticed but it seemed it was too late for that. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He turned back around and walked to his side of the bar, smiling when the costumer took the scotch for himself to pour it. “If I’m going to be a distraction the least I can do is pour yer drink. After all, I’m gettin’ paid to do it.” He took the bottle back once the man had downed half of his drink and promptly began to refill it when he set it back down. It was a slow day and he didn’t mean to pry but he couldn’t really not say anything. “Was that french you were speaking?”

[levixcollins]

“You know that festival sucked for the most part, but at least we all weren’t stuck in one place all day and got to roam around.” Levi stared up at the ceiling of his cell, talking to whoever was listening, letting out a long sigh. Plus the cell block had been quiet that day because so many were out being punished for what happened when the spell had washed over the residents of Geamana. Levi got lucky he guessed. He’s been very lucky so far.

[slave-finn]

“Didn’t break any rules though, did ya?” Finn smiled warmly at the boy back in the cell, he thought he’d make a quick visit and see how things were. As much as he hated being down there, Jennifer seemed like she wanted Finn to get out more. “The festival was fun, I thought. Besides the... whole arousal spell.”

[slave-finn]

“Did it…happen to you too?”

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“Yes, I think so.” Finn breathed the words out, clearly affected by something unknown. “Pretty sure it’s some kind of spell.”

[slave-finn]

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing over there?”

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“No, I-” Finn holds up his hands, showing that he’s clearly not touching himself even though his cock is aching. “But I really want to be doing that right now, I think... that’s disgusting, I’m sorry, I don’t-- know what’s going on with me.”

[slave-finn]

“I knew this was a bad idea, this is why you don’t give them leniency.”

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Finn is angry to hear the other man’s voice and still feel attraction from the spell put upon him. More than anything, it makes him feel vulnerable which is something he never wants to be with Caleb again. “Get away from me.”

[slave-finn]

– ♔ There’s a moment of silence on her part as she watches her two claims interact, the difference between them striking. “Neither of you will be leaving my chambers tonight.” Her tone leaves no room for argument, and if Levi decides to act she has no qualms about putting him in his place. “Caleb is older than myself and much stronger. I doubt he will follow the laws of the manor, no matter if you two have been claimed he will probably not hold back.” She needs a spell to keep him away for sure. Or, she could just mark both of them. Although she knows Levi would be beyond opposed to that. “Finn, I hate to do this to you but I’m going to need you to start drinking wolfsbane tea.”

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“Does it look like I give two shits if he looked hurt? Don’t let him get to you, Finn, he’s just trying to mess with your fucking head,” Levi responded angrily. The fact that he almost seemed sorry for him made him want to kill the motherfucker even more. “So don’t give a shit. But I can’t rest knowing he still gets to breathe-” Jennifer’s words interrupted him, and he spun to glare harshly at her, breathing hard. He was getting so worked up, he was practically shaking with anger. “You’re fucking pathetic,” he spat at her, shaking his head. “Wolfsbane tea? That’s your solution to dealing with this? Fuck you both for bending over and letting him get away with this.” He made no move to disobey her, but he began pacing irritably, pointedly ignoring them. If he couldn’t go after him now, he’d just have to wait for a time when he could.

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Finn felt trapped between the two of them, shouting out completely different things. Well, Levi did most of the shouting. “My head is fine.” He huffed out the words, clearly annoyed more with himself than anyone else in the room. He was right, Caleb did still have a hold on him and he cursed himself for it. When Jennifer offered up drinking wolfsbane tea there was no argument from Finn. “I’ll drink it, that’s-” He was interrupted quickly by Levi and he practically bit his own tongue to keep from defended his mistress. He wasn’t sure if Levi was too worked up about the whole thing or if Jennifer giving him orders pissed him off but either way, Finn didn’t like where things were headed. “I’m not spreading my ass for him, Levi.” His voice is steady and calm just like his actions. His fingers are fiddling when he speaks next, both of his masters now pacing the floor, he was scared for what Jennifer might do after Levi’s words. “There’s nothing to get away with. He’s a master and we were slaves at the time. He’s sadistic, twisted, a fucking freak. Fighting back will only make things worse. We wouldn’t be able to get away with anything.” He feels tears rising in his eyes but they’re more out of anger than anything. He absolutely hates Caleb for doing this to them. 

[slave-finn]

Maggie got too close and realised it was Finn and stopped, swallowing heard, her need raising.  She held her hand out to top him, trying to force a barrier between them.  She blushed hard when he heard what he said.  “So you’re affected too.  You uh yeah it does feels good.  But Jennifer would kill me and much a I like you both, I like living,” she said, her voice strained, breathing harder.

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Finn nodded when the girl held her hand out, a clear sign to stop whatever he was thinking of doing. “Please, yes-- don’t..” His hard on has no intention of going anywhere and he wants so badly to ravish the girl just because she’s the only one in front of him at the moment. “I need to find her.”

[slave-finn]

– ♔ “It’s not going to stop until the spell is over.” She’s already gone through her share of trial runs to see just what limits the spell might have, and how to seemingly gain satisfaction but not much works. “Come here – you want a hickey?”

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Finn is sure he hasn’t heard a sentence that strange ever but considering that was a magic festival going on, he shouldn’t be surprised there is some kind of spell put on everyone. “So you feel it too?” He’s already moving to her, his body practically shaking from arousal. “Yes, yes. Bite me, please.”