Reluctant Kitten

Vlad stretched again, seemingly ignoring the panicking kitten, and pulled off his shirt, dropping it onto a chair. He turned away from the soldier, unconcernedly showing off his scarred back, and walked over to the bathroom. He paused and looked over his shoulder at Riley. "Don't try to leave, Finn. I won't be nice like before, if you do," he said calmly as if talking about nothing out of the ordinary. He pulled the door closed but didn't shut it and walked over to the shower and turned it on. Smirking slightly the Lycan moved back to the wall beside the door and leaned against a spot where he wouldn't be seen. (Now then, pretty kitten, let's see what you do...) he thought, listening hard for movement in the bedroom.

Riley sat at the head of the bed, legs pulled up, and arms around his knees. He slowed his breathing down, concentrating on his heartbeat until it was the only thing he could hear. When he had calmed down, he stood slowly, getting his balance and looked around the room. It was luxurious and impersonal, there were a few papers on the desk, one a room service receipt signed by a Vladimir Bane. At least now he had a name. Ry walked over to the mirror... and just looked. Cat-slit eyes... Fresh scars that should have been pouring blood... After a long quiet moment, he pulled back his fist and punched the reflection. Glass shattering around him, he slumped to the floor.

He winced as he heard glass shattering in the bedroom and pushed the door open just as he caught the scent of Riley's blood. He padded out into the room and sighed slightly as he saw the kitten kneeling in the glitterinrrorrror-shards, blood flowing freely from his slashed hand. (Damn... That's gotta hurt,) he thought as he picked up the telephone and quickly called for a maid to clean up the mess.

After finishing the short call he quietly walked over to Riley, ignoring the shards that cut into his feet, drawing a few drops of blood, they'd only be there for a short while anyway. The Lycan crouched and silently pulled the shocked man into his arms, he stood effortlessly and carried him into the bathroom and set him down on the sturdy counter surrounding the wash-basin.

Still without saying anything Vlad carefully removed the mirror splinters from the soldiers unresisting hand before taking care of his own feet. He efficiently stripped out of his pants and managed to remove the still unmoving Riley's jeans, not quite as efficiently. "C'mon, pretty kitten..." he murmured, leading the so-far passive male into the steaming shower cubicle, thankful that it was large enough to easily accommodate two people.

Riley felt hands on him but he was numb, overloaded senses dull... until the hot water hit him. He moaned, half pain/half pleasure, it felt like he was stripped raw. He turned and burrowed into Vlad's arms, unable to *not* touch him. But his eyes were filled with pain and hate and anger and need... "Why?"

Vlad smirked slightly, considering his answer as he reached around Riley, lowering the temperature of the water to a nicer degree and then wrapped his arm around the soldier's waist, keeping him close. He raised his other hand, tangling it in the soldier's wet hair and moved his mouth to Ry's ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe before finally answering. "Because I could," he hissed, tensing oh so slightly in preparation should the others temper flare unexpectedly high.

Riley stiffened... (because he could...?) His senses flared again and the blood raced through him, still changing him, making him into something new... he flexed his hands and his fingers shifted. Without thinking he struck out, slashing claw marks down Vlad's chest and pushing at him, trying to break his hold.

The 'panther hissed quietly as pain flared from the cuts, the blood immediately washed away by the falling water. As he tightened his grip around the younger were he noted that he had to use more of his strength than before. Using the convenient grip on Riley's hair he forced the soldier to expose his throat and bit the smooth column of flesh harshly, easily drawing blood. "Bad kitten. Behave!" he murmured, covering the bite with his mouth, sucking slightly.

Riley froze. He didn't want to but something primal held him there, teeth in his throat, his hands still in fists, drops of blood staining his fingers. "...hate you..." He growled.

Smirking he raised his head meeting Riley's hateful stare with an amused smile. "What makes you think I care?" he asked, taking a step forward and forcing Riley to back up against the wall. "You are *mine* to do with as I see fit, your opinion doesn't matter, kitten. At all," he purred, before biting his tongue to draw blood, not at all above using it to coerce Riley into responding. oughoughly kissed the pinned man, enjoying his attempts to get loose as they caused their bodies to rub together in the most delightful ways.

"Yours... *no*!" the problem was Riley's body was screaming 'yes'. The taste of him... (his blood) flooded his senses and got him rock hard "Not... not yours... never..." He gasped out, even though he was spreading his legs wider, letting Vlad push in between them. "...don't... don't do this..." he whispered."I'm *not* yours! I'm NOT!" Riley tried to push the Lycan away but only gouged little bloody marks into his chest. He was close to sobbing. "not yours no not yours i'm me me, mine my own, not yours..." His face was buried in Vlad's shoulder and he was groaning out those tiny sounds as he licked and nipped at his Master's throat.

"Aw, but kitten, I *want* you to be mine," he murmured, a small cold smile briefly alighting on his lips as he felt Riley still for a few moments. He took a small step backward and reached over to the shower-rack, fumbling slightly as he refused to turn his gaze away from the Marine, and picked up the shampoo bottle. Purring softly he poured some shampoo into his other hand, having gambled and released the other male for a few seconds, and began massaging it into the slightly taller Lycan's hair, enjoying the faint scent of cinnamon and orange.

He was prepared to fight. Expected violence and blood. He was ready to die trying to get away from... him. But he didn't know how to fight this, soft hands in his hair and... purring. The scent was seductive. Tears leaked from his eyes as he wrapped a shaking arm around Vlad, pulling him closer. When their chests met Riley moaned and writhed against Vlad... "no... why...? just kill me..."

Vlad tilted his head, thinking for a moment. Why *didn't* he kill Finn? The whole trip to the club had been a fun way to fuck with his target's head... and a lovely way to make his death look completely random. Fucking him had been a spur of the moment decision... he hadn't expected Finn to turn so quickly, but it shouldn't have changed anything. Vlad had a job; kill Riley Finn then get paid.

Ohh but the way the boy begged was addictive... he was fighting it *so* hard. It would be so much fun to break this one in... maybe keep him. Riley surprised the Lycan by pulling him close and he felt a tentative bond between them spark to life. Hmm... definitely interesting. Vlad decided. He would talk to this contact, tell him about Finn's new status as a Lycan. With Vlad as his Sire the effect was the same as if the Marine were dead, he wouldn't be talking to anyone about anything that Vlad didn't approve of.

"Kill you... don't want to do *that* kitten, want to seduce your senses, control you, have you riding me until you black out from all the pleasure ravaging your body," he murmured as he rinsed the blond hair he was playing with. When the water ran clear he leaned forward and nipped gently on Riley's lips, asking permission to kiss him. (Come on, pretty, accept this...) he thought, just waiting for the other to react.

Riley didn't have any defenses against this... this slow seduction. He had been brutal earlier, rough and the only way that Riley had been able to stand it was because of the vamp bite--wasn't it? Seduce his senses... the blond held still and just *felt*... sharp teeth at his lips, without thinking he opened for Vlad and let him take his mouth... however he wanted to. Control. It all came down to control. Riley was in control of his life... but today he hadn't been. He had to have the bite to control himself... and Vlad was--what? Taking control? (Don't answer that, don't wanna know, I don't) Senses. His skin still felt like it was too tight, but where Vlad stroked... it was soothed, calming. He could feel desire and humor and a little anger and above all, belonging. This was his maker, his god, his everything... Riley choked out a sob and leaned into the kiss, nipping at Vlad's lips and tongue, stroking with his own... begging for more the only way he could. For now.

The long haired male smirked into the kiss and snagged the shampoo bottle again, this time letting the slippery substance pour out over the other Lycan's back and slide down between his parted thighs. Still purring he lowered his head and sucked on the kitten's throat, leaving it covered in love-bites as he wrapped an arm around the soldier's waist and firmly pressed two fingers against Riley's entrance, teasing him slightly before pushing them in.
gaspgasped and his eyes flow open... beautiful cat slit eyes were watching him. (My eyes look like that now...) Control... okay. It was all about control. Maybe Riley didn't *want* control... what would it be like... As his mind slipped into that thought his body was revelling in it... he twisted back onto the long fingers forcing their way into him, and wrapped one leg around Vlad's waist, words pouring out now. "yes. fuck me then, if you won't kill me then fuck me... yon'tn't, can't just *have* it, take it... if you want it--take it..." Vlad growled and bit at his neck... (ohh fuck...yessss) "want you. want you in me, you-you can't, can't want me..." Riley braced himself on the shower wall and arched his back, thrusting against the 'panther.

Vlad contentedly licked away the blood rising from the kittens newest wound before removing his fingers from Riley and replacing them with his cock. He easily forced himself into the other mans pliant body, hissing slightly as he was clenched in that delicious searing heat. "You beg so prettily, precious," he groaned, capturing the blond's lips with his own, kissing him deeply, dominatingly, as he slowly fucked the other.

"Why? Why does it feel like you own me? I don't--don't want... this. Need it. Need you. *Hate* you... gods yes fuck me, Ahh!!" Riley cried out as Vlad's nails... claws... scraped the back of his thigh...

"Go ahead, kitten. Wrap yourself around me... I can hold you, I can take it, I can fuck you..." He thrust in hard. "I can control you. You're *mine* now." Riley's legs were wrapped around Vlad's waist and he gasped as his back hit the wall. His Sire nipped at his mouth, drawing little beads of blood, and winked at him. "Ready?" Before the soldier could answer he thrust into him, the new angle letting him go deeper than before, and his cock stroked Riley's prostate with every move.

"Yes!" His head hit the wall and he let himself collapse into Vlad's arms... lost... taken... owned... he sobbed out as his orgasm struck, pleasure, pain, release, fear all twining together...

The assassin snarled loudly as Riley spasmed around his cock, savagely burying his fangs in the soldiers' shoulder as he came, emptying himself in the eager body surrounding him. After a few minutes he made the kitten stand on his own two feet again, absentmindedly nuzzling his most recent bit as he turned the water off, mentally wincing at the tangles he was going to get in his hair from not using conditioner while showering. Shaking wet tendrils from his face he tugged Riley out of the shower, handing him a towel. "Get dry and go see if any of the clothes in the wardrobe fit you, we're going to head out soon," he said calmly, working on his hair.

Riley was still stunned, sensations swirling through him. His body was healing at an incredible rate and he felt like he could lift a car if he wanted to. Avoiding the mirror he went to the closet and rummaged through Vlad's clothing. He was hard pressed to find anything that would fit his large frame, but finally he found a pair of lightweight sleep pants which fit him, they must be very baggy on Vlad. He gave up on finding a shirt and sat on the bed, waiting for his mast--Shi. Waiting for Shi.

The assassin glared intently at his hair via the mirror, working on the last snarl in it, gently teasing the tangled strands out of the knot. With a sigh of relief he brushed through his now smooth hair, purring happily he discarded his towels and padded naked out into the bedroom moving over to the closet to choose clothes as well.

A wave of *want* came over Riley when the Lycan entered the room. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper but the brunet heard it anyway and smirked at him. Ry stood slowly, barefoot and shirtless, his fingertips shifting into claws and fangs dropping down... he flexed and stretched carefully, inspection his new 'improved' body... he caught a change in Shi's scent, a dark rich smell, like molasses... like sex... Riley half-smiled; maybe Shi liked what he saw. It gave him a slight sense of power, some tiny bit of control. He strode over to the other Lycan and stopped just inches from him, leaned in and nuzzled his neck... licking with tiny flicks of his tongue. Then he stepped back and smirked.

Vlad silently watched his kitten, an amused smile playing over his lips as Riley nuzzled his throat. "Had we the time, pretty, I'd teach you how to use your mouth properly," he purred before pulling on a harness with several sheathes on it followed by a pair of tight black jeans and a deep maroon wife-beater and a black shirt over it. The assassin turned to the other 'panther again, smirking as he languidly ran a hand along the others' side. He stepped around the soldier to where he stored his knifes and began adding them into the sheaths until he carried eight of his precious black-matte daggers on his person unnoticed by more or less everyone. "Shall we go down and meet the car?" Vlad purred, the tone of his voice that of a suggestion rather than a question.


The contact was a... surprise, to say the least. A woman who definitely wasn't military and had a dreamy look about her. When she looked his way he froze, unable to move. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. A mind-raper. Vlad hated them, the limited ones who could paw through your thoughts and memories uninvited as well as the stronger ones. Like this one, who could enter his mind and control his body.

She took one look at Finn and frowned. "Still alive? ...tsk. That just will not do."

Vlad couldn't speak but he also figured that talking wouldn't do him any good with this one. He focused on calming his mind, relaxing under the grasp that she had him in, and gathering his strength.

Riley wasn't sure what they were doing here and he stayed close to Vlad, until the 'panther stopped suddenly. Ry was pulled forward, his body out of his control, and started to panic.

Vlad tensed as something *clicked* in his mind--(whattcksgcksgoingonhere!? Why's Shi just standing there?) (The Hell!?!) The 'panther staggered, emotions not his own crashing into his mind. (What is going on? Why is Mast--Shi not saying anything? OhgodI'mmovingtowardherwhat'shappening! Shi! Please?) He could feel tears running down his cheeks only they weren't his, they were borrowed from his kitten. Phantom-feelings slashed through his mind and over his body as he felt Riley's mind being raped by this bitch. And huldnuldn't move!

Riley met the woman's eyes and it felt like the world had caught fire, he felt skin being torn off of his body and vaguely wondered if this was how Walsh had tested the regenerative powers of vampires... if it was, he'd have to look Spike up and apologize for it... 'cause it. Fucking. HURT.

The elder Lycan caught scent of the silver first. (I'm sorry kitten,) he thought, hoping the link went both ways. His gray eyes took in the scene in front of him. Riley standiith ith his throat bared and a knife coming towards it. He was unable to look away, and refused to even try. The least he could do for his kitten was to witness this.

('msorrymasterIdidn'tmeantodisappointyoupleasedon'tletherkillme?) Vlad whimpered soundlessly and desperately tried to move, he could *feel* his kittens terror and couldn't *not* respond to it. He'd taken the broken soldier and made him pack and now this bitch was going to kill him. (I can't! I'm sorry, kitten! I can't move!)

Blue eyes briefly met grey and a small smile appeared on Riley's lips>(Ma>(Master)

The assassin found the strength he was looking for and broke through the bitch's mind control, snarling and attacking in a blur of movement. Within seconds the woman was lying on the floor, her throat so torn open you could see her spine.

Vlad wiped his hands off on her shirt, not wanting the taste of her blood in his mouth. He grabbed Rilho who was crouched down on the floor with his hands on his head, and got the hell out of there.

End Chapter 2