“My Lord,” Hector asked. The title of respect still hadn’t fallen from his lips, despite the shift in their relationship; however, he put care in emphasizing the first word. “Do you remember the day I knelt in front of you, to pledge my loyalty to you?”
The chain on the collar that adorned Lord Dracula's neck clinked as he nodded. “As if it were yesterday, sir. To think that I saw you grow from such a tiny child to the confident man in front of me.”
Lord Dracula still stood tall, loomed on Hector like a giant. He used to look terrifying to young Hector, a true monster sprung from his deepest nightmares. He held unimaginable power in the palm of his hand, and he commanded the authority of all the evil in the world.
Yet, he gave all of that to Hector, the only creature the Dark Lord bowed his head for.
Blood rushed down to his groin at the mere thought.
“That’s right. Back then, I offered myself into your hands. Now…” Hector pulled on the leash, as hard as he could; he did not have the strength to make the vampire fall, but he didn’t need to force him. Besides, to Hector’s delight, Lord Dracula appreciated roughness more than he expected. “I think it’s time you returned the favor.”
He spread his bare legs, fully aware of the effect that his skin had on the vampire. And as expected Lord Dracula’s eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared like a dog in front of a slab of meat. He did that to his Lord.
“Hah!” Still, as if to grab on a shred of self-control, he barked a laugh. “I have never knelt for anyone.”
Hector smirked. Lord Dracula was so endearing when he pretended to protest.
“Because you were waiting for me, Lord Dracula,” he growled. “So do it.”
That did it. Slowly, with the reverence of a Christian in a church, Lord Dracula dropped to his knees, still a giant compared to Hector, and yet so weak, so fragile in his hands.
“… What curse did you place on me, sir…?” he murmured, kissing Hector’s thigh like a woman welcoming her husband from a war, and the love in his deep voice made Hector’s heart stop for a moment.