Bright Eyes, Dark Soul

Mathias has a dislike for most slaves that may stem back to his beginnings. He was born to a wolf mistress and her human slave, and hoped to be granted the status of a master, but when his gene didn't trigger, the most he could hope for was the title of a civilian. But things change. Circumstances unfolded and Mathias was bitten by a vampire, trained by a friend of his mothers, to be a strong vampire and a skilled hunter.

[bryce-cumberbatch]

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Bryce was left standing out in front of VIP/Elite waiting for a client who was supposed to meet him there. While he was usually hopeful and patient, once it got to the forty minute mark, Bryce realized the man wasn’t coming. It was a complete waste of time for him, and it did leave the wolf upset. He grumbled to himself and he paced around the front entrance of the club, trying to find a client that was willing to pay him for the night to make up for his lost time or someone who could make his night better.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

Honestly, it was like watching a hooker trying to sell themselves on a street corner, and he had to smirk to himself as he crossed the road.  He instantly wanted to tease the cub, to play with him like a cat would a mouse before it ate it.

“Well, I didn’t think this was your scene. Are you going in?”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

quint-deross·:

Quint nodded, moving to go get the other a refill. He also got the other a new steak along with himself, making sure both were rare before he came back to the other’s table. “On the house.” He replied, setting the bloody choice cut before the other. “Ya mind if I take my lunch break with ya? I can talk while I eat.”

Lunch break? Was that a thing for escorts? Personally he would of preferred they work them till they dropped, but then, this was a more liberated city than it used to be. So after a sneer of disappointment and irritation on the new city structure, he nodded. It wasn’t like he could say no.

“I suppose you can. Though in payment for my company, I may take a bite.”

And Mathias didn’t mean of the food.

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hotshotxtheus·:

Theus rolls his eyes behind his closed eyelids— is it just him, or most clients in Covaire really have no clue what a normal and consensual Master/slave relationship is like. Prometheus is annoyed that he keeps being called fake— there’s no correlation between not wanting to be an actually slave and wanting to call someone Master.

                          “ — Whatever                   

         I’ll talk about it when I’m not turned on! And I’ll call you Mathias— I’m a bitch, not a fake ass one!

Mathias doesn’t have commands for him— he doubts he’ll get any— he’ll just enjoy the night! Theus puts more vigour in his caress— jerking the client’s shaft faster.

Stupid beautiful client! Prometheus wants more— both of them naked and touching Mathias’ skin all over. Just getting his nipples flickered makes his pants— it’s not surprising how lewdly he moans when his erection gets teased next.

                          “ — Fuck, Mathias— please            let me                             

Theus tries pathetically to undress them both with one hand— he’ll succeed           eventually.

Mathias prefers his submission to be full time. He brought Calen home because he was true to himself in all aspects, even in sex, he felt that hatred and anger coming through, and frankly, the vampire craved it, but he did enjoy submission too. He simply couldn’t help thinking if he brought someone like Theus home for more than a night, the submission in the bedroom and the attitude out of it would give the client whiplash and get the escort killed.

Unfortunately ‘whatever’ was a word he didn’t like, in fact he despised it. He almost snarled, a little growl left his lips, but luckily, the escort agreed to put a pin in this conversation for later. He really didn’t need to be turned off when he was just starting to enjoy himself.

The digits stroking and jerking his shaft make him moan, but it’s nothing compared to how the escort moans out his name, clearly desperate for more, like the little whore he is. It’s almost perfect, if only there was a little more whine to that tone.

“Let you? Oh come on, you can do better than that? You call that begging?”

He teased, and leaned in to lick along the escorts collar bone, nipping lightly on the bone before he lifted his hand to help undress them both, pushing the escorts trousers down from his hips, ripping at his shirt. Knowing that Theus would probably demand he buy a new one later, but money was never his concern. Pleasure was, and right now, he was working to make sure it was just skin on skin and when it was, when they were both wearing absolutely nothing, Mathias captured the escorts lips and his fingers slipped around to his ass, stroking between that crack before he teased his hole with a small push of his finger.

[israelskelton]

the bite of our bark {open}

One thousand, three hundred and sixty-five days had passed since Israel had lost his freedom. He kept track by tally marks scratched into the walls. He didn’t know if it was day or night, or how long it had been since he’d moved from this spot. But he did know that he was hungry. And the thoughts were coming back. He gently touched his right wrist where his watch once sat. Bone-thin digits touching heated flesh instead of a worn leather band and steel, a small frown tugging at his lips. It was a habit - one he had yet to break for the past three years. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace in here and it wasn’t like he had any way to entertain himself aside from delving his own thoughts. But those were often more troubling than entertaining. 

Those who had known Israel years ago would scarcely have recognized him now. His once proud posture slouched so that any who approached met his knees before his eyes. His eyes still glowed a faint amber from the deep shadows of his face, but they looked past most of the world instead of piercing it. Instead of clean-shaven, his jaw bore dark stubble around the vicious snarl of his lips, and his hair had grown in wild peaks.

The loss of one’s freedom will do that, he supposed. 

Blurred vision returning to him briefly as he blinks, trembling fingers touching his eye. Warm blood trickles down into his good eye from the fresh cut above his eyebrow, the other eye rimmed in black and swollen shut. Silently Israel stares out into vast darkness with his good eye. He should’ve kept his hands silent. Fuuuuck. Spitting another mouthful of blood and saliva to rid himself of the coppery taste. Leaning his head back, he winces as he takes a breath, his bruised ribs screaming in agony. For a werewolf, he had a shitty rate of healing compared to the others. Something he could thank his parents for, probably. Fucking geneticists. Parasidic scientists. Spitting another gob of blood from his mouth he looks up slowly. He can feel someone watching him in the vast darkness, their scent catching his attention despite the overwhelming stench. He swallows again, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. Was he hallucinating again?

[thefangedhunter-blog]

Mathias missed the days when he used to drag in slaves in to Covaire, when he hunted them down, made them beg for mercy, for forgiveness for whatever they had done wrong. He missed the way they all pleaded for their lives and freedom like he was the kind of monster that would change his mind. It was always funny how people sought out hope, even when there wasn’t a glimmer of it in the everlasting dark.

The vampire was glad of his deal with the Warden, he had come to an arrangement with Leopold after the city’s structure changed. Neither of them really welcomed the new rules around conduct with escorts and prisoners. So if a few slipped through the cracks, they were inconsequential. Still, with arrangement in place, and violence more frowned upon, Mathias had to quell his usual appetite for blood and pain. And sometimes, when you squashed things so far down, they were bound to pop up with dramatic effect.

Such instance was this. He wasn’t sure what made him go to the Chateau, perhaps he knew prisoners were more likely to deserve the type of destruction he wanted to cause. Perhaps it was simply to find one of the faces he’d thrown in to the cells himself as the new City Marshal, either way, he was there with blood tricking down his trousers and running like little rivers down his knuckles, and boy, did it feel good.

Vampires didn’t need to breathe, but Mathias let out a breathe that was almost an orgasm, ecstasy filling him at the strong scent in the air. Slightly metallic but completely delicious. He had all but finished with the lump on the floor of the cell, the thing that no longer resembled a human being, but another coppery scent filled his nostrils, one of a wolf. One that would take the same beating as this one, heal, and have time for an encore. He slammed the cell door behind him, and walked down the corridor to see the wolf, his own eyes were soulless and black, veins surrounding them as he looked down at the creature.

“Well well, aren’t you the cub with the biblical name?”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

stassi-devereux·:

Stassi wasn’t like some others in the city. She never had been. Maybe because she understood the dynamic. It had shifted, but it wasn’t that much different now; so she still didn’t complain. Everyone had an opportunity to leave. She chose to stay, and to work at Desires.

“Really?” Those bright eyes widened. “Cool! I mean that you can get him back.. I haven’t seen him yet.” There were a few that Stassi was honestly cool with in Covaire. Calen was one of them. “Maybe he’ll want to hang out.”

“I’m almost certain they’ll allow it, though I’m sure it won’t be easy.”

He replied and smiled at her. Mathias gave a shrug, he missed slavery, he missed having Calen in his home, and while he hated the trouble the human caused on a regular basis, it did mean he was closer to a slave than an escort, and Mathias really wasn’t impressed by escorts thinking themselves high and mighty.

“As long as you keep him out of trouble, i doubt he’ll survive much longer if he pisses the Alpha off again.”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

hotshotxtheus·:

Prometheus winces— guilt shows on his face. The client doesn’t seem to have realised, yet, that he’s a trained submissive— there’s no milking anything for him - this is how he is. He bites his lips— he’s not supposed to talk too much, but he doesn’t want to displease the vampire.

                             “ — What should I call you?

If he’s not given anything— he’ll go back to default, and call him Sir— calling a dominant by his name without permission is warranty of punishment.

His scleras have changed colour, and his fangs are a millimetre away from cutting through his own lips and tongue. He’s more than enthusiastic to lose some clothes— his erection is already throbbing in his pants. He smells and hears something animal and looks quickly to see a dog, almost as happy as him. Theus can’t stop chuckling                      

                             “ — Happy to!

Between a dog - he loves dog, but still - and the client— he knows who he wants to serve. The kiss shuts him up— and anything else he had to say dies down in the back of his throat when he’s pushed back unto the couch. Theus can’t wait and be patient anymore— with no strict rules in place, he’s more adventurous— he pushes the client’s pants down, reaching for his shaft, while he gives more of his neck for him to play with.

Trained submissive’s usually act submissive all the time, and that’s not the impression the escort gives off when he’s barking orders at him about not being on top, so Mathias isn’t expecting the reaction and he ignores it, passing it off as the fact he’d told Theus to stop milking the master thing. 

“Mathias normally works, maybe master when you cum, but there’s no point being fake, we both know you don’t want to be a slave.”

The other man had made that abundantly clear, and it was just a pity that that was what he wanted. He could almost pretend with how eager Theus was to undress and please him right now. Mathias is almost nipping at Theus’ neck when the other vampire looks to the dog and he pulls back a little. 

Of course the dog was happy, there was someone new that might pay him attention. But mathias was demanding of attention first. He kissed the other vampire, his hips grinding down against the others, feeling those fingers on his shift he has to moan, his hands are already slipping down the escorts chest, his thumbs roll over those nippled before he’s reaching down to unfasten Theus’ fly and his own fingers dip inside the material to tease the head of his cock as he kisses him hungrily, deep and passionate.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

templeboxers·:

“I will, I’ll try anything to get out of this circle.” Dexter agreed and smiled, before he walked out of the room, knowing the day would reset made it easy not to worry about leaving a client in his apartment alone.

“Then good luck, I’d say i’d help, but I don’t want to see you die again, and I honestly don’t care all that much.”

Mathias smirked, nudging his shoulder against the other mans as he left.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

quint-deross·:

“Well, ya did snatch me up from the farmin belt…what do ya think I did?” he chuckled, offering the other a playful smile. The man nodded with a hum. “Hope so. Here, pardon me so I can go get ya the refill.”

Mathias smiled at the wolf, he wasn’t sure what he expected Quint to do, perhaps nothing, he definitely wasn’t the bouncer type, so he supposed the green finger was more Quint’s style.

“Go on then, get me a refil, then you can sit down and tell me more about your new venture. I presume it’s on the rooftops?”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

atownofmonsters·:

“I’m starting to think we’re not on the same page here. There are OTHER ways? Which ways would that be, exactly? If you’re telling me to just stand there while someone tries to murder me, you clearly don’t know me after all these years.” Even when he didn’t have his past memories, there had always been something inside of him waning to fight. You could erase his memories, sure, but you couldn’t erase something natural. Being a hunter and defending himself felt like a second skin. He’d even claim it was like riding a bike. You never really did FORGET. “Newsflash, Mathias. But if he guy actually managed to kill me, it would have been to late to tell you.” He would always defend himself. It didn’t matter who it was. If it got him killed, so be it. But at least he’d die knowing he tried to defend himself. He may prefer a weapon, but he didn’t need them to defend himself.

Did he care if he city learned what he was? Or what he was capable of? Of course he did. But only because the supernatural hated his kind and there was no telling if he actually murdered family or friends of anyone in this place. There was a time in his life he wasn’t proud of, but that was the past, wasn’t it? Some may not see it that way. “It isn’t your job to keep me safe, Mathias. I think I’ve proved I’m capable of fending for myself.” The only thing that would suck was the small friendships he had built with those who weren’t human.

“Do you always have to argue? I’m not asking for miracles!”

Yet perhaps he was, he knew who Calen was, he’d helped shape him, taking his memories, claiming him, and returning those memories. He was probably closer to Calen than anyone else in this city, and perhaps that was why Mathias still welcomed him in to his home despite the constant trouble he causes.

“Calen, I’m telling you to run, to gain yourself a minute so you can call me. I’d never expect you to lay down and take it, and you know that, but unless death is imminent, try to find a way to postpone the fight till help can arrive.” 

He wondered if Calen would now state he didn’t need help, and no, he didn’t, if he planned on dying anyway, as the Alpha’s would grow bored of his constant punishments and mistakes sooner rather than later. 

“No, but I’d be a shit client if I didn’t try to keep you alive. And i’d hope you’d try to keep a lid on what we both know for your sake, and mine. I want to keep you safe you peroxided little moron. You’re mine, I’m used to having you around, if you die, I have to start all over again, and with a fucking escort. It just doesn’t appeal to me.”

Escorts were too fucking high and mighty for Mathias, all those extra rights, the fact they had a say in their contract, he refused to be dictated to, he hated it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find an escort he’d want in his home permanently, what he wanted, was Calen, back where he belonged, and ready to behave.

“So how about I start work on getting you out of that cell and you work on your behaviour around others?”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

atownofmonsters·:

Had he really turned into that? Calen refused to believe he was seeing the worst in everything. But given the city, he knew the reality of his situation – probably better than anyone else did. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe he would be getting a free pass from anyone. If anything, maybe the Alpha would take it easy on him because Calen had been attacked FIRST and he had been forced to protect himself, but he also knew how much the man hated his kind. His REAL kind. Not just humans, but he was one who hunted for sport. The sad part of that? If he ever got his hands on weapons that would give him the upper hand, he’d have no qualms about slaughtering as many as he could. After all, the WEREWOLF that murdered his family was still out there – lurking in the darkness. Out of reach, but never off Calen’s mind. 

“I defended myself. I didn’t go after someone.” Defending yourself in this city was important and he had the capability of doing it, even if he got his hand broke in the process. “I’m also not some fucking GPS system, Mathias. I don’t need a damn tracker.” He was pretty sure he already had one. Being a prisoner had it’s downfalls, after all.  “Who says he’s gone? I’ve always been a fan of binding my time.”

Calen’s current predicament was all his own doing and they both knew it, and Mathias wasn’t pleased the escort had been so stupid in the first place, he honestly believed they had an understanding after all this time. He was, for the first time, disappointed in the blond. The vampire had been angry, he’d been frustrated and infuriated, he’d been embarrassed, but until Calen found himself back in the Chateau, he hadn’t actually felt disappointed in him. It was a strange feeling, and when he looked at Calen, he hoped the prisoner felt disappointed in himself. For all the whining and hatred inside of Calen, he knew he had had a good life for someone with his background, and he’d ruined it.

“Doesn’t matter, there were other ways.”

Like coming to him, like taking the beating knowing Mathias would rent him, and let him murder him, even cut the wolf in to pieces. But the rage inside Calen made him impulsive, and now it was too late.

“Perhaps you don’t, but should the alpha’s allow me to take you home again, there will have to be some tight leash rules agreed, and i’m less inclined to ask about your preferences than I used to be. As for biding your time, the wolf that attacked you is handled, unless he had already spoken to someone, he’s taken that secret to his grave. So let’s try to move on, unless we hear rumours of your past being spread around, in which case, I’ll have a word with Leopold to keep his ears to the ground.”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

hotshotxtheus·:

Prometheus gets easier to handle over time— if you can make him like you. But he’ll always be a bitch to his core! He’s honestly happy to call the client whatever he wants. Once the deal is made— business flies out the window, and unless you do something that endangers his life, Theus is all about pleasuring his dominant.

                            “ — I apologise for not being up to part before, Master                            thank you for the praise.

The outside of the house isn’t what he expected— it’s very traditional - it’s not a bad thing            

         But there’s more to you than I thought— colour me surprised!

The inside looks more like what he expected— but it still tells him more about the client. He carefully removes his shoes and socks— they’re neatly left beside the other, but with some distance. Theus barely gets to give the entrance another look— he’s pinned against a wall and kissed. The longer the kiss continues, the more pliant he becomes— the tension in his body is just unattended lust.

                            “ — Master                      

He can’t even say the word without stumbling and moaning, through the two syllables. He can’t move his arms, but he can kiss him just as much, and push his hips into Mathias’.

If only it was like this earlier, Mathias wouldn’t of felt so frustrated with the escort, not to mention a little flaccid after such a boringly heavy business conversation, it’s the last thing he wants when he’s trying to get in the mood, or worse, when he’s already aroused.

“Oh please, stop talking Prometheus, you had me at the first master, now you’re just milking it.”

Mathias smirked. He may have been about business outside of the house, and stuck in his ways, wishing he was a master, but when it came to his house and his appearance outside of work, Mathias liked to feel like he was on holiday, to have everything look new and neat. He walked around in sandals a lot of the time with a tshirt and some nice light linen trousers. He liked to look and feel fresh.

When the escort broke the kiss to call him master again, he couldn’t help but snort a little, listening to the other man fumble out the title while obviously wanting to put his mouth to better uses, and Mathias wasn’t going to stop him, he kissed him again, hungry for more, his hips rolling against the other vampires before he pulled back to rid himself off his shirt and he took hold of the rim of Prometheus’ pants, pulling him in to the house and towards the lounge area only to have the dog staring at them, wagging it’s tail.

“Ignore him.”

He smirked and started to unfasten the other man’s fly, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he pushed him on to the couch and smiled, unfastening his own trousers, letting them hang open as he climbed over the other vampire, his lips trailing a line down his neck.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

stassi-devereux·:

 “It was bound to happen sooner or later.” With one of them likely getting a temporary ban from the diner. But it happened. “I’m sure you get to see plenty of that, though.” Fighting, at least. Stassi gave him a wink. “Fine. Working. How about you? It’s been a while.”

“Just a temporary Ben, if I owned this place, i’d ask for their tongues to be cut out.”

He smirked and gave a shrug.

“Thankfully I don’t, and lucky for them.”

Mathias looked over the escort and smiled at her as she said she was fine. Working was all escorts seemed to do, but then, that was how they spent earned money and therefore survived.

“I’m good, Calen’s finally decided to grace us with his presence after sulking through his punishment. So I’m hoping to get him back at some point.”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

atownofmonsters·:

“An investment is usually something you’re able to get back.” Does he think he’ll ever go home? No. He’d be foolish to believe that were the case. He missed his home. He missed his former MASTER and most importantly, he missed his dog. But Calen’s lack of being able to keep out of trouble always would be his downfall. He would die in this city – it was just a matter of time. “I’m pretty sure I fucked up too much recently to be given any special treatment.” He may get lucky, but only if the Alpha and King wanted him out of the cells. At this point, though. He was positive none of them thought he was going to learn his lesson. They had already punished Calen – but why hadn’t Mathias faced the same judgement. HE was the one that stated he’d keep the blond out of trouble.

“Imagine me back in your bed in your dreams – or perhaps your nightmares – because that’s probably the only way you’d get me back.” He hated his cell with a passion. He hated his life, but most importantly, he hated himself the most for putting himself into this position. He had gone through a lot in Covaire. Losing his memory. Regaining it. He now lived as a hunter among MONSTERS that would kill him if they ever knew. And for what?

His past would always catch up.

Mathias did intend to get Calen back, even if it wouldn’t quite be as easy this time thanks to Calen’s constant fuck ups. Though anyone that knew him would know that actually, he’d probably done quite well in Mathias’ care. He hadn’t set fire to anything or picked many fights while he had the vampires bracelet on him, so Mathias liked to think there was a chance.

“I’m pretty sure you fucked up too much too. Which means IF the powers that be decide you can come home, you’ll be under strict rules, and I might even have a tracker installed so I know where you are every single moment of the day.”

And he wasn’t joking. There would have to be new rules, and Calen would be practically in his custody. 

“Someone’s all pessimistic today. The cells are clearly rubbing off on you Blondie. Where’s the resilient and rebellious little shit I know?”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

effy-fontaine·:

Effy grinned against his lips as he grabbed her ass and pressed herself against him as her hands trailed back up his chest. “Promise?” She teased before his lips claimed hers in another bruising kiss and she became preoccupied. Her nails scratched down his chest before she slipped her hand down to his open pants and pushed them down and out of the way. She wrapped her hand around his length and stroked him in slow teasing movements. 

Mathias smirked against her lips, feeling those teasing fingers walking up his chest, he didn’t bother replying, knowing it was implied as his tongue fucked her mouth with passion, a small moan slipping free from his lips as he felt her hand on his cock. God it always felt like they were teenagers when he was with Effy, like their hands couldn’t get enough of touching each other and he was soon slipping his hand up her skirt, looping around her underwear and stroking against her folds before he slid a finger in to her, feeling just how wet she was for him.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

quint-deross·

Quint shook his head. “Nah Nah, I like it here. I just got wind of a job taht is more up my expertise, ya know?” He replied, offering the other a gentle smile. “I got a green thumb. And uh….I wanted to use it.” 

“You have expertise?” 

The vampire teased and smiled when the wolf said he had a green thumb, presuming he meant he would be going to work with Hayato.

“Ah, so you’re off on a more green adventure.”

[thefangedhunter-blog]

hotshotxtheus·:

Theus smiles to himself— turning his tongue inside his mouth to avoid poking the client one too many times. They’re still saying the same thing in some way— just with very different vocabulary. Either this would be a disaster, or it’d be fun. Though, he might end up having more fun out of this than Mathias— that’d be a shame! 

Prometheus’ demeanour changes completely as soon as the deal is made— gaze lowers, not meeting with the client, he’ll bite back only if necessary, and his body seems a lot more relaxed— this is where he’s comfortable. Being used and serving— it’s why he’s so vocal about what he doesn’t like, because he can’t stand submissive partners.

                              “ — Yes - Master.

Theus almost went with Sir, but someone so stuck on old days should prefer Master. If he doesn’t he can tell him otherwise.

It felt like a miracle had happened, that, or suddenly the escort had turned fake and boring, but he doubted Theus would be stupid enough to be fake when Mathias would quite happily snap his neck. He even got called Master, which Mathias loved, even if that title was pretty much obsolete now. Clever little thing knew how to please him, but Mathias didn’t say anything, he started walking home with the other in toe and glanced to him after a moment.

“You’re so much more attractive after the deal is struck.”

One Theus knows what he wants and expects, which is obedience. He doesn’t mind attitude, hell, if he did, he wouldn’t be so keen on getting Calen back, but he does like someone that knows his place.

When they reached his home, Mathias let the escort in and followed him inside, taking off his shoes and motioning for the other to do the same. He had enough mud tracked through the house thanks to the dumb dog. So he waited for the coast to be clear, for the shoes to be left at the door, before he pushed Theus up against the wall and kissed him, his hands moving to grip the escorts arms, pinning him up against the wall as his tongue devoured his mouth, his hips grinding against the others, giving him a taster of what’s to come.

[thefangedhunter-blog]

atownofmonsters·:

“I’m beyond a little tired.” He could be honest about that. He still didn’t sleep these days. He should. He had nothing to really lose anymore, but that didn’t keep the nightmares from rearing their ugly heads. He had nothing to hide from Mathias at this point. The man had actively been in his life nearly two years. If anyone knew him, it was his former master. “As for the hand – I’m doing that so he can no longer touch me.” He knew it wouldn’t grow back. If someone lost a part of the body, they were done for. No longer relevant in the community. 

He leaned back against the chain link fence, debating rather or not he should actually CLIMB it. Wouldn’t that have been a sight to witness? But the barbwire on top made him rethink his decision. “What are you doing here?” He was getting used to the man checking in on him. Ever since his little day of constantly dying, Calen was just finally DONE with most things this city had to offer. It was one thing to die in his dreams. It was another thing to die over and in physical form. The fact he was still slightly shaken from the whole ordeal was another psychological aspect of his life he’d have to deal with, but at least he could keep that under wraps if he tried hard enough.

“Well I was trying to be polite.”

Mathias said and looked at the human, he knew Calen had trouble sleeping, he’d put sedatives in his drink a few time to try and get the human to drop off, and yet now he was in a cold cell on a hard bed, and he doubted that helped much. He certainly wouldn’t like to sleep on a bed like that.

“Take a blade to his cock, and he’ll no long want to touch you.”

He smirked a little and shrugged when Calen asked why he was there. So sue him, he wanted to keep tags on his property, anyone else would of done the same thing. 

“I’m keeping an eye on my investment. I expect to have you back in my bed Calen and in my home, I’m not sure when, or how yet, but that’s where you belong.”