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Submission
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In any pack, be it wolf, human, or otherwise, there is one unbreakable rule. It is an unstated vow that knits the group together and snuffs out rebellion. The rule is simple:
Everyone submits to the alpha.
Among their brotherhood, the boys were all too aware of David's rank. He may not have been head of the area's expansive coven, but to his three brothers, there was no disputing his role as alpha. Normally, the bold young vampire did not abuse his title. He took care of his family, looked after his flock. But when he had an itch that needed scratching, one he could not himself satisfy, he readily enlisted Marko's help.
Marko, David's youngest subordinate and his confidant, eagerly sought after David's attention and approval. Tonight, like many nights, he lingered in the caves with David whilst Paul and Dwayne were hounding their next meals and stirring up trouble at the boardwalk. Marko lay on his back, spread across a long ragged couch, his soft baby-like features and elegant physique highlighted by the glimmer of the crescent moon. He fidgeted, chewing at his thumbnails. David sat cross-legged at the edge of the couch, with the coquettish young vampire's head resting in his lap. The nail-biting was a habit that easily vexed David, who under ordinary circumstances would scold his brother for it. But tonight David's mind was preoccupied.
Marko amused David, in a strange way. The way a dog's quirks might amuse its master. The furtive glances Marko directed towards his companion, the way he played with the frayed edges of his cut-off shirt, the fondling of his belt buckle. It was all the little habits that David enjoyed observing. David reached down and tangled a few fingers into Marko's hair, flashing a smirk as the young immortal cooed under his touch. More out of curiosity as to his reaction than out of affection, David gave his golden curls a light tug, which elicited a low growl from Marko's throat.
The elder vampire let a toothy grin flash across his face. Simply put, it was a power trip: having someone so desperate for your affection. David slid a hand under Marko's chin, coaxing him to turn over and assume a more submissive (as well as suggestive) position. The boy happily obliged, keeping his eyes directly on his elder's, reading the signals behind those dark orbs. The telepathic bond between the two afforded Marko quite the glimpse into David's imaginings. Marko's lips twisted into a sly smile, indicating he was clearly pleased with whatever occupied his alpha's thoughts this evening. The younger vampire's nimble hands darted for the buttons on David's jacket and nearly tore them off in an attempt to remove the coat.
No playful banter or gentle persuading on this evening. It was a "words are clever but hands are better" sort of night. David laid his head back on the couch, his right hand grasping his companion's curly locks of blonde. Marko knew his place, and he demonstrated this knowledge perfectly. He belonged right at his alpha's feet, like a good boy.
This was the law of the pack.
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A/N: Thanks for reading :)
I have a few more little drabbles typed up that I plan on posting, but I'd love some suggestions or inspiration as well. So if you've got any ideas, feel free to send em my way.
Also, these don't need to be read in any particular order. Critique is greatly appreciated. Thanks again! :)
-Sable