Reluctant Kitten

Riley stormed into the cabin and slammed the door behind him. Vlad calmly walked towards the lounge area, ignoring him... which only increased Ry's frustration. Although calling it a cabin was hardly accurate. It was luxurious... but isolated. Ry had nowhere to go, even if he could make himself run from Vlad... Master. He gritted his teeth. "Where do you want me to put this stuff?" He shrugged his shoulders to indicate the luggage he was carrying.

The elder Lycan glanced at his kitten, before scenting the air deeply to make sure that there were no foreign scents in the house. "Just put it down for now," Vlad murmured, walking into the kitchen to see if the house's maintainer had stocked it according to orders he'd given the previous night, just before leaving Los Angeles on a flight in the opposite direction of this hideout.

The assassin held no illusions as to what the group responsible for Sunnydale would do to him and Ry, should they find out where they'd fled. With a slight shake of his head, he pulled the fridge open and was unable to hold back a smirk at the extras Nina had added to the more regular selections of food.

Riley did as he was told, his face an impassive mask. "Is there any thing else you wish for me to do? *Master.*" He sneered the last word, part of him cringing as he did it... he stomped down that part once more though... it was getting harder to do. That little voice that screamed at him when he disobeyed Vlad... the part of him that wanted to snuggle up to the Lycan and let him take care of him.

The long-haired man looked over his shoulder with a small smirk and shook his head. "I'm no telepath, Ry. Just very good at detecting shifts in people scents," he answered and then looked down on the two packages of meat he held before looking up at Riley again. "Do ya prefer beef or chicken?" the 'panther asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

Riley relaxed slightly, still confused but not as frightened as he was before..."I... I don't care. m'not hungry." He didn't think he'd be able to eat. Ry was exhausted; the tension and strain of the change and fighting this along with running halfway across the planet left him drained. He wanted to lie down... and he wanted Vlad with him. But he'd damn himself to hell before he admitted that, much less *asked*He turned away from the Lycan and mumbled. "wish y'd killed me."

The 'panther tilted his head to the side as he heard the shower start; frowning slightly at what he could barely sense over the still forming bond between him and his kitten. With a worried frown he put the groceries back into the fridge and padded over to the bedroom, noting the clothes spread across the floor even as he removed his own.

He shook his head slightly to clear it and then walked into the bathroom, Vlad stepped into the shower, keeping back a gasp at the heat of the water, and slipped between Riley’s arms, caressing the ex-Marine's wet hair gently.

Riley looked up at Vlad... trying to slip back into that impassive mask, but he failed. Miserably. He leaned into the touch without thinking, only noticing when a small amount of the ache went away. He choked out a laugh. The very thing that caused it was the only thing that could make it go away. It pounded at his thoughts endlessly... 'surrender surrender surrender' It was the one thing he could not do.

Vlad smiled softly and leaned forward, catching his kitten's lips in a gentle kiss. "It's gonna be ok, 'kay?" he murmured, wrapping his arms around Riley, making the other Lycan straighten as he snuggled closer, enjoying the feeling of the hot water pounding down on them as well as being close to the tall blond.

Riley gave in a little, soaking up the comfort he got from Vlad like he was soaking up the heat from the water. He wasn't supposed to be like this...weak... dependant... his voice was rough when he spoke... "Why?"

"Why what, kitten? Why did I take you and run like hell from them? Why aren't I letting you go?" he asked quietly, stroking Ry's back gently, resting his head on the slightly taller mans shoulder. "Or just; why did I choose you?"

"...yes...” His voice was a half sob. "All of it... why? Why did you do this to me? Why...” Ry's voice dropped to a whisper. "Why do you make me feel this way?" His resolve broke enough for him to wrap his arms around Vlad’s waist and he sighed. "I'm not... this isn't what I'm supposed to be like...”

Vlad untangled himself briefly so that he could wrap one arm around the ex-soldier's neck then brushed his free thumb over Riley's lips while deciding which question to answer first. "I'm not quite certain why you feel this way; I've never had a kitten before... And I didn't feel like this for my sire on account that he was dead," the elder Lycan answered, just loud enough to be heard over the water.

"As for not taking you and running all the way to northern Sweden... I don't trust those s.o.b's." The assassin shook his head slightly before nuzzling the taller male's jaw lightly.

"Would they try to hurt you?" Riley's voice was hard and he felt a rage building inside, if *anything* tried to... He shook his helighlightly, he hated Vlad... right?

"I'm breaking apart..." He didn't mean to say that out loud, so he looked away from the grey cat slit eyes... like his...blue-er than before with a slit pupil.. Ry had looked once and now he avoided mirrors completely. The ex-Marine poured shampoo into his hand and started to wash Vlad's hair... scratching his nails along his scalp and working the lather through the length of it... all without thinking.

Vlad purred slightly, arching into Riley's touch, eyes closing as he relaxed, just enjoying his kitten's touch. "Kit, they'd've done worse stuff than hurting me. Killing comes to mind," he replied, resting his head on the younger Lycan's shoulder again. "No breaking, Ry... I'll catch ya when ya fall," he murmured, then with a small smirk, playfully nipped the blond's throat.

Riley tilted his head back... why did have to feel so good? "I... I want to..."

His words trailed away and he turned them around, rinsing Vlad's hair clean then stroking the conditioner through it, trying to blank his mind. No thoughts of how he was supposed to be the one in charge... the strong one... whether he felt strong or not. He let his hands roam over Vlad's shoulders and down his back, eyes closed and breath shuddering.

"What do ya want, kitten?" he purred, nipping lightly again, pressing close to Riley once more, caressing his sides, and teasingly running his fingertips over water-heated skin. "Do ya want me to make you feel good? Make you forget?" he continued, nuzzling along Ry's jaw until he could kiss him softly.

"Can you..? Can you make me forget?" He was close to begging... "I just want to be..." He slammed a fist into the wall, unused to his new strength he shattered tiles and came away with bloody knuckles. "I'm not *yours*(...want to be...) I'm *not* ...can't be..." Riley tried to pull away from Vlad, but the older Lycan was stronger than he was... something caved inside him when he thought about what that might mean... to be the weaker one... the one protected instead of protecting... the one taken care of... he shook his head trying to shut those thoughts out. "Let me go..."

The 'panther shook his head slightly and caught the other male's hand in his own, raising it to his mouth and silently, gently, lapped away the blood. Then he looked up, meeting Riley's gaze with an amused one of his own. "I should let you go, yanno, just as you are right now out into the snow and cold and hunt ya down... But I won't, I'm perfectly content with staying here in the shower," he purred, kissing the blond again, this time, quite a bit more passionately.

Riley's eyes glazed over as he watched Vlad's tongue lick away the blood. There was a drop on his lower lip and when they kissed it spread between them. He slumped back against the wall and pulled Vlad close... "Don't... you took me, you turned me...” He burrowed into the older Lycan's neck and shoulder, his voice almost too quiet to hear. "...you can't leave me now... please..." He spread his legs until Vlad was cradled against his hips and rocked forward, whimpering.

"Won't leave ya, kitten," he murmured, tilting his head to the side, allowing the younger Lycan easier access to his throat as he caressed his shoulders and back. "Gonna keep you with me for as long as I can," Vlad whispered, before tugging Riley's head away from his throat, kissing him, almost harshly while deliberately cutting his tongue on the blond's slightly too sharp canine
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Riley moaned as his master's blood filled his mouth. He scratched down Vlad's back with blunt human fingers and pressed as close as he could, rocking his hips and brushing their cocks together. "...need you..." He turned them so that Vlad's back was against the wall of the shower, with the water beating down on his chest. Ry slid down and lapped at the brunet's nipples, flicking quick glances up at Vlad.

"Ya got me, Kit," the long-haired male answered softly, caressing the blond's cheek, moaning slightly at the other Lycan's touch. "So what are ya gonna do with me?" Vlad purred, smirking slightly.

"Anything... everything..." Riley suckn thn the skin right below Vlad's navel... "taste you...?" He turned it into a question, but he licked the tip of his cock anyway, glancing up at the older Lycan once more. Taking a deep breath he scented and nuzzled... then, slowly, he reached for Vlad's hand and put it on the back of his own head. His hands were shaking and he didn't dare look up. He wondered for a moment if Vlad realized how much he was letting go off... everything he had been... everything he was supposed to become.

Vlad mewled quietly as Riley licked his already half-hard length, hand gripping blond hair for a moment before relaxing. "Such a good kitten," he murmured, raising his other hand to cup the ex-soldiers cheek gently, vaguely aware through their budding bond that the taller man was nervous. "S'ok, Ry... Yer doing fine," he all but purred as the other Lycan tentatively took him in his mouth.

Riley purred and relaxed enough to let the feelings flow through the bond. He had tried to block it, but... he needed it, wanted it. Wanted it. That's what scared him the most, ing ing to be the weaker one... he closed his eyes and let the taste explode into his mouth, his cock hardening just from that. Ry suckled just the tip, moaning around it and letting Vlad's hands guide him.

The purr that'd been rising from his throat turned into a soft growl as the other Lycan sucked on him, hands tightening in Ry's hair as Vlad was unable to stop himself from bucking into the moist heat of his Kitten's mouth. "Ril~ey..." he moaned encouragingly, opening his eyes and looking down on the blond, eyes filled with aroused warmth.

Riley whimpered and his eyes watered but he didn't back away. He looked up at Vlad and caught his gaze... the heat there almost surprised him, there was still the tiny fear that all this was just a way to break him, that he'd get kicked aside as soon as it became obvious he wanted it. And he did... want it; it was getting easier to admit. He pulled away slowly and moved his mouth lower, nuzzling Vlad's balls then sucking gently. He started to stroke Vlad with one hand and reached between his own thighs with the other, needing more.

The 'panther let out a tiny needy moan as the blond continued to pleasure him. With a slightly regretful sigh he used his convenient grip on the larger mans hair to pull him away from his erection. "Kit, stop..." he murmured, caressing Riley's hair before pulling him into a standing position.

Riley froze and let Vlad pull him up. He kept his eyes lowered, but couldn't keep quiet. “I'm sorry... it was, I haven't really done that before... I'll try--" He risked a glance at Vlad and didn't see anger... he moved closer, rubbing against his sire. "Just wanted to taste you...” He nipped at Vlad's shoulder, "every way I can."

"Shush, Kit," he said softly, laying a hand against the hesitant male’s cheek, making him meet his gaze, "you weren't bad. As a matter of fact, you were entirely too good," the assassin explained, chuckling quietly. "I was going to come... But I didn't want to, not quite right now," Vlad purred, pulling the blond into a heated kiss.

Ry purred into Vlad's mouth, the last bit of his resistance shattering. He wrapped one strong thigh around Vlad's hip and thrust forward. Nipping the soft mouth that was pressed against his own, he drew blood and lapped it up, murmuring. "Come inside me...? Will you fuck me; take me again... m'yours Vlad... yours... Master."

"Anything ya want, Ry," he murmured, blood flecking his lips as he reached out blindly, turning off the water and backing them both out of the shower while darting fleeting caresses all over his Kitten's skin. The assassin snagged one of the fluffy white towels that'd been neatly stacked in an open cabinet and, smirking slightly, began drying off the former soldier while pausing occasionally to lick, kiss or nip a random patch of skin as he did so.

Riley blinked in surprise... he had expected... well, not this. Vlad humiliating him, making him beg or crawl, but not the sweet soft touches and the seduction. He didn’t expect... to be taken care of. He kept reaching for his Sire but the older Lycan just batted his hands away and took him time drying the ex-Marine off. “Oh my god... Vlad... *please.*” Ry’s hands were shaking and his eyes were wide, he caught a glance of his own face in a mirror and froze, shaking... but for once not looking away.

While the younger 'cat stared at himself in the mirror, seemingly transfixed by his image, the elder quickly dried off, vigorously rubbing the water out of his hair before starting to brush it out, habit and skill making it possible for him to manage his grooming and finish braiding his hair just in time for Riley to snap out of his daze. With a soft purl of enjoyment, Vlad nuzzled Riley's throat and shoulders as he pulled the blond out into the bedroom, and, with a small smirk, sent them both sprawling on the bed.

Riley was surprised into a laugh. The look on Vlad’s face was so--playful. He rolled until he was on his side facing the other Lycan and studied him for a moment before reaching out and running the damp braid through his hand. “I don’t know how to braid...” He glanced at Vlad and half-smiled. ‘You have beautiful hair.” He wanted to say more... but was still trying to hold a bit of himself back. That voice that screamed ‘trick-lie’ wasn’t completed drowned out by the voice that said ‘Sire-mine-his’ yet.

"You could learn, pet, it's not that hard," he murmured, running a thumb over the kittens lower lip then smirked slightly, letting his other hand caress a trail down Riley's chest to curl around his erection. "Unlike this," Vlad purred, leaning forward and kissing the Kitten who was rapidly becoming all too dear to him.

Ry moaned into the kiss and pushed forward into the caress. He could feel--something, =warm-amused-aroused= and gasped, pulling away a little. His eyes were wide as her asked in a whisper. “Is that... you?”

Vlad tilted his head to the side slightly and prodded the Bond in his mind, smirking slightly as he sent a pulse of -need- through it that left the blond panting for breath and mewling. "That answer your question, Kit?" he purred, continuing to stroke Riley's cock while he reached over to the bedside table, extracting one of those oh so common tubes and set about preparing his Kitten.

Riley cried ou the the unusual sensation, his whole body felt like it had been stroked from the inside, heat and need and want from Vlad spiralling with his own. He arched back, exposing his throat and spread his thighs apart. “Vlad... please...” He tried to explore the Bond in his own mind... pushing =need= and whimpering softly.

The senior Lycan moan-purred as he felt his Kitten's need exploding in his head before leaning down and nipping the blond's shoulder and soothing the bite with tongue. "Anything ya want, Kit," he murmured, moving a bit, then settled between spread, muscular thighs that he rested his hands on for a few moments, caressing. With a shuddering sigh that he wouldn't have allowed himself had he been with a stranger, he smoothly entered the male spread out so deliciously before him. "This what you wanted, Ry?" he asked mischievously, keeping still when he was fully inside his Kitten.

Riley moaned and writhed on the bed, head tossed back and eyes closed. His body felt like he had electricity flooding his veins, the pain-pleasure of Vlad’s cock sliding inside him was the only thing he could focus on... then he stopped. “Nooo...” He whimpered, unable to stop the sound, unable to do *anything* except beg. He opened his eyes and sent a pleading look to his Sire. “Please..? I want... You. All of you, everything, now-please Vlad!” He could feel something through the Bond that he never even considered as a possibility.... Security. Riley reached up and stroked Vlad’s face, finally surrendering.

Vlad leaned into the younger male's touch, a soft purr emitting from his throat as he felt Riley's surrender. "Such a good kitten..." he murmured, leaning down and seizing the blond's lips in a soft, almost gentle, but thoroughly passionate, kiss as he began to move, thrusts quickly speeding up as he allowed passion to overwhelm him. The 'panther nuzzled his way down Ry's jaw to his throat, nipping once before purring; "If ya want, Kit, ya can bite me."

'If he wanted...’ Riley growled and wrapped both arms around Vlad as he buried his face in the older Lycan’s neck. He nuzzled at first... doing what he should have done much earlier... imprinting Vlad’s scent as =home-safe-master-pack-sire= ...he licked from collar bone to ear, purring and mewling. His body was being battered by the strong thrusts and he wrapped one leg around Vlad’s waist. “Yes... want to ... need to...” The scent of Sire’s blood called and he bit deeply... drawing the liquid into his mouth and muffling his scream as he came harder than ever before.

Vlad growl-purr-moaned as he was bit, burying himself one last time in Ry before biting down hard enough to draw his Kitten's blood and then coming, throwing his head back, body stiffening, blood staining his lips crimson as he let himself collapse on top of Riley, idly licking at his bite, cleaning away the blood. "Good kitten..." he murmured, raising one hand to caress the other male's hair.

Riley got a little thrill from that comment... and frowned. He was... Vlad’s, and he wanted to be good for him, to please him. It was a deep-seated need now. And it scared him. He couldn’t concentrate though; he wriggled a little under Vlad’s weight, liking the feel of it covering him completely. He managed to speak although it was a rough whisper... “m’not a kitten...” Then he started licking at Vlad’s throat lazily, cleaning and savoring the droplets of blood and acting very much like--a kitten.

"Then what are ya... Kitten?" Vlad asked, a small smirk adorning his lips, as he regretfully crawled off of Ry, and the bed, and padded into the bathroom getting a damp cloth before returning a few moments later. The assassin sank down on the bed again and cleaned his Kitten, chuckling quietly as Riley squirmed from the slightly rough-ticklish feel of the terrycloth. With a content purr he snuggled down on top of the former soldier, finding him a very comfortable perch.

Riley managed not to laugh at the tickling sensations... he was overwhelmed by the *caring* that Vlad was showing him. He didn’t know what to think... when the older Lycan settled down with him, Ry curled himself around him and purred sleepily. “Mmm I think... I think I’m yours.”

"Mm... I like that, Kit," Vlad replied in a soft purring voice, more asleep than awake. He shifted them about a bit so that he was on his stomach with Riley on top of him, with an arm wrapped around his waist and their legs tangled together. The 'panther let out a satisfied mewl and promptly surrendered to sleep.

End Chapter 3