In the wake of learning that Scott is a vampire, Ren is hurt and betrayed, and rejects Scott's attempt to claim him by removing the collar he had been given. But he can't stop thinking about him, missing the easy way Scott would take control over him, and even after trying to distract himself by sleeping with someone else, Ren wants Scott's touch. He wants to serve him. He fights himself about it for days, until finally, he goes to Scott to take him up on his offer.
An offer not to become a fellow vampire, but to become Scott's thrall, and finally be where he belongs.
Word Count: 15,375
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 3
Waited until this was fully done to link to it here but yes! The conclusion (for now, unless I decide to write more just following Ren's life as a thrall, I guess) for my lil Vampires!Majordog series! Not much to say that the description doesn't, just. Yeah Ren tries to ignore Scott's offer for a while before finally giving in and going to him, hoping he'll finally be able to settle down and be happy.
Contains spoilers for up to episode 5 and diverges past that point. I am of course ignoring whatever might happen in episode 6. Whee
Ren after finding out Scott's a vampire, unbuckling the nice leather collar Scott made for him and throwing it to the ground in disgust while declaring he never should have trusted him
and all Scott does is look at it, then look back up at Ren, tsk, and say, "Slipping out of your collar? What a bad dog."
Ren's anger immediately falters and he jerks back like he was struck, and no one misses the way he seems to whimper and hunch down like a guilty dog
everyone else's mouths just drop
Scott picks the collar up. Brushes it off, regards Ren, and steps toward him to put it back on. Ren backs away. So Scott shrugs and puts it in his pocket, and tells him that when he decides he's ready to be a good boy again, he knows where to find him~
and he casually strolls away, leaving Ren staring after him, upset, wanting, upset with himself for wanting him despite knowing now what he is, thinking about how Scott offered to try and cure him...
thinking about how bare and cold his neck feels now without that snug leather wrapped around it...
Scott returns to Ren, wanting to sleep with him again, which Ren is all too eager to agree to. But Scott's feeling a little more possessive this time, talking of wanting to make Ren his pet, and while Ren doesn't want to actually be his pet, he agrees to pretend for the night. Scott's fine with pretending. With how obviously Ren wants to serve someone, it'll become a reality soon enough.
Word Count: 7,731
Rating: Explicit
One-Shot
More Vampires SMP Scott/Ren! Like the first one I posted, the spoilers only go up to about episode 2, but if I write more I'll likely make use of the more recent stuff that's happened.
Anyway Scott gets a lil kinky with him this time and Ren isn't sure about this whole pet thing, but he'll pretend and it will JUST be pretend haha
Frustrated and hungry after being so rudely denied the human blood he craved, Scott decides to take up Ren on his offer to have tea together. This human would do just as well as any other, and perhaps he could feed a different hunger as well…
Word Count: 8,832
Rating: Explicit
One-Shot
IT'S DONE. Vampires SMP Scott/Ren smut, also featuring gratuitous blood drinking, with a very hungry Scott getting what he wants out of Ren... in more ways than one. Ohh Scott the guy that you are <3
A few days after their fight, Scott finds Ren on his doorstep
The new place that Scott had managed to carve out for himself in the mountain was a far cry from the luxury of the manor he once called home, but it was fine for now.
You could barely tell what it was on the outside, most of it hidden within the stone of the mountain. It bugged him, that it couldn’t be as lavish as he was used to, but that was the least of his concerns.
He was still hungry, and the animals were doing less and less to quench his bloodthirst, and there wasn’t a plausible way for him to get human blood.
It was becoming quite the issue.
The remains of the pig he had managed to kill seemed less and less appealing the more he looked at it, and it made him feel sick.
He couldn’t believe he was going to die from starvation. Out of all the ways to go.
Scott’s gaze went to his bag, sitting on the pale oak table. It was stuffed with books that he had found after searching the ruins of the manor.
The Goldsmith memory books.
They were right where he left them, before he had been so rudely put to sleep, all of them still intact.
Lauren, Sasha, Joey, Lizzie, Joel, Callum, and…
Milo.
He tore his gaze away from the shimmering books, leveraging himself on the counger edge. His leg burned, a manageable but painful reminder that his strength was not up to par with what it should be.
He needed his cane.
He wasn’t sure where it was—it hadn’t been buried with him. It was probably long gone.
Great.
Scott’s head shot up at the sound of a knock on the door.
What the hell?
Nobody should’ve been able to find that door unless they were looking for it—and he made sure that nobody would.
His hand grasped the hilt of his iron knife, picking up from the counter before heading towards the door, his gaze narrowed.
Maybe he would get a meal after all.
Scott limped towards the door, pulling it open and immediately dragging whoever it was inside, pinning them to the wall with the knife against their throat.
Those dark, slitted eyes…
Oh fuck.
Ren pushed the knife away from his throat with a bandaged hand, staring back at him. “Hello to you, too.” his voice was gruff.
Scott stepped away, sheathing the knife in his belt. “What do you want.” he could only imagine how desheviled he looked. He had ditched his coat for the moment, and he felt more dead than he had while he was asleep.
“I had a hunch you were around here, don’tcha know.” his eyes flickered around the room.
“And?” he was growing impatient as he made his way back towards what he could call a kitchen, if he had any use for one. It was mostly for show, if he was being honest.
“...Are you limping?”
“Yes, Ren. I’m a cripple,” he deadpanned. “Have been for the past seven hundred years.”
He thought it had been getting better, if such a thing was possible.
“If you’ve come to gloat, then by all means.” he looked back at Ren.
A look of confusion crossed the werewolf’s face. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m actively starving and now unable to do anything about it?” Scott gave a confused look back at him. “I would’ve done it.”
“Well, I’m not you, don’tcha know.” Ren stepped closer to him.
“Then I hope you’re not here for an apology,” he mused. He could see the still-healing scratches on his neck from where his nails dug into his throat. He still bore similar marks on his jaw. “‘Cause you’re not getting one.”
“You could stop assuming and let me speak,” he pointed out.
“Then by all means.”
“I came to check on you.”
Scott paused. “And why?”
Ren paused as well. “Because it felt like I should.”
“Well, congrats. Moral obligation fulfilled. You can go now.”
“You could feed from me.”
He raised his eyebrows at Ren, his gaze darting between his face and his wrist, which was now held out towards him.
Scott reached out, his fingers skimming across the werewolf’s wrist, feeling the light fluttering of his pulse beneath the sink.
It was an easy choice.
…Too easy.
He took Ren’s wrist and pinned it to the counter, stepping closer. “I don’t take handouts.”
“So you won’t take it when it’s offered, but you will when it isn’t.” Ren gave him a look.
“When people offer it, it’s a trick,” he narrowed his eyes. “At least when they’re surprised I know they aren’t plotting something.”
Scott paused before continuing. “But here you are, knocking on my door and offering your blood. Something’s up with that.” his grip tightened on Ren’s wrist. “Don’t you think?”
“I think you have an issue of looking a gift horse in the mouth, Scott.” he tilted his head slightly.
“If you don’t have suspicion, they’ll kick you when you aren’t expecting it.” Scott countered.
Ren didn’t respond, his gaze flickering around his face.
Fucking hell.
He genuinely had no idea what it was about Ren that made him so appealing.
It was starting to become an issue.
Scott kissed him, his hand gripping the collar of his tunic tightly.
Ren kissed him back, one of his hands cupping the side of his face, fingers grazing over the still-healing cuts in his skin.
The kiss was short, Scott pulling away a moment later, his fingers still firmly hooked into the collar of his tunic. His eyes flickered over Ren’s face, searching for something, anything.
It felt pathetic.
Ren pulled his hand away before wrapping his arm around his waist, pulling him closer and into another kiss.
Scott’s hand move to his neck, tracing over the small divuts from his nails from the other night, the two of them stumbling away from the kitchen, daftly uncoordinated.
He felt the smooth, cold stone against his back as their bodies pressed together, his hand snaking into Ren’s hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and pushing back against him.
Scott’s hand slipped under the hem of Ren’s tunic, gliding over his ribs. He could hear a soft hum from his throat as he shifted slightly, his hand slipping under Scott’s knee, pulling him closer. His grip was tight, but not painfully so, which came as a slight surprise with how irritable his leg had been as of recent.
Ren pulled away slightly, their faces still close together.
“Still think it’s a trick?”
“You’re just making it more appealing to look this gift horse in the mouth.”
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