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Tied Up: by Diruo
Jack Crow, the Vatican's top slayer was in a bind, literally. There he was in a small town in the desert somewhere in the south part of America and he had a feeling that the days until retiring had diminished drastically.
"Valek." he snapped, "Why don't you prove you can kick my ass? Come on, untie me! Come on. You fucking pole smoking fashion victim, come on over here."
"Jack." the ancient vampire sighed.
"Come on. Five minutes to come and bite my ass, would you like that? See me all tied up."
"What will silence you?" the vampire continued as if he hadn't heard Jack speak at all. But Jack didn't care that the first vampire ever created, Jan Valek, was getting annoyed.
"Come on, untie me you prick!"
Valek crouched down in front of the slayer and stared into his frightened eyes.
"What the fuck do you want from me, Valek?" Jack was getting more desperate by the second. But Valek didn't feel like answering his question right then.
"Oh, you hate me so, don't you?" he said, then he continued: "But you've made me crusader. You hate what you've made. You fear it, because it is superior to you. For six hundred years I've fed on your kind at will and I'm not going to stop now."
Valek stroke Jack's cheek with his long-fingered hand, and as he did he noticed a slight widening of his pupils and a slight shivering coursing through his frame. Maybe all that dirty talk the crusader seemed to use on a daily basis had a different meaning than just a bad habit? And just maybe Valek should take him up on his offer about biting his ass, seeing as there would be another dawn tomorrow.
Valek untied the slayer and told the mindless bloodsuckers surrounding them that they'd continue tomorrow and just to be on guard for intruders for now. Then he dragged Jack into one of the abandoned buildings previously owned by one of the wealthiest families in town. At first Jack was uncharacteristically quiet but as he was dragged into a bedroom he finally found his tongue:
" Hey, what're you doing? I didn't mean that kind of fight!"
"Oh but I think you did, and now you'll get the opportunity to learn that not all vampire-bites need to be bloody." It wouldn't do to turn his little crusader after all.
Valek shoved Jack down backwards so that he fell onto the bed and then proceeded to strip him while using the same rope that had tied Jack down earlier to fasten Jack's arms to the headboard. Then he descended upon him, kissing him harshly, and though Jack tried he couldn't help but get a boner from the rough treatment. It wasn't long before Jack found himself naked, mind clouded with passion and eagerly responding to the still clothed vampire on top of him that was licking, kissing and nipping him everywhere except where Jack really needed it.
He got a start when he suddenly felt something slick at his entrance down below, but when he tried to protest all he got out was a moaning "no".
The vampire withdrew his tongue from his ass and whispered innocently:
"Are you sure you want me to stop, crusader?"
"No, I mean yeah!"
"But I don't want to stop." And he didn't and soon it didn't matter anymore for Jack because he was too far gone into the throws of passion to even think, far from being able to form words. Then Valek sank into Jack's most secret place of warmth and he too was lost from the world for a while henceforth.
It was with a sense of regret that Valek continued the ritual the next night. Though we all know that didn't go as planned.