'This collar is itchy.' Dimitrov thought to himself as he was lead along by the strawberry blonde. Proudly, he displayed his pet to the royals that walked amongst them. Dimitrov didn't like the attention, didn't like the way their glowing eyes somehow stared into his skin. He closed his green eyes, the party still had hours to go, but hopefully Vladimir would find a way for them to sneak off for a bit, so they could take this damn thing off of him.
"Alo~" The way too over excited man said to anyone he happened to catch staring at who they had to assume was the young prince's new toy. Dimitrov was nearly perfect, as perfect as a pet can be. His complexion would have been envied, if only he wasn't so broad. He would have made a handsome vampire, but his looks as a human only earned him a role of servitude. He was told he was supposed to be thankful, at least he wasn't living out in the cold, cruel world.
But sometimes the Bulgarian wondered if he would have preferred it.
But, he was thankful for one thing. He had been sold to a very kind Vampire. One of royalty, at that. It didn't come as a surprise that he was bought by a prince, but what was a surprise was how mild the man was.
Dimitrov recalled the first moment they had been put alone together. It wasn't uncommon for a vampire and their human to share alone time. It was expected. Reasonings weren't talked about, but when morning came one could guess by the way the human walked, or they way they wore collars. But when he had been summoned, what he received was nothing of what he had been taught to expect.
"Name?"
"Dimitrov, unbred. Raised in Development 92-"
"Wow, you're very formal."
Dimitrov had blinked, before raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What answer were you looking for?" He has asked. He had been taught well. Minimal talking, correct answers only. Leave out opinions as much as possible, and always look pleasant. Dimitrov wasn't the best at following the rules, the man was much to snarky, but he often got away with it because of how beautiful he was.
"I don't know, but I didn't want you to give me your whole life story." Vladimir said, sitting down on his bed and folding his legs into his lap. He was smiling. It wasn't seductive, or frightening. It was as if he was genuinely curious about his toy.
"Dimitrov." The Bulgarian said, answering the question as simply as he could. He didn't have a last name, not a formal one anyways. As a part of Vladimir's family collection now, he supposed on all legal documents he would now be referred to as Dimitrov Popescu, but he wouldn't ever refer to himself that way, partly from pride, partly because that wasn't who he was. If he was to have a name, it would remain as Dimitrov only.
"Dimitrov! I like it." Vladimir said, making said man grow incredibly uncomfortable. He wasn't prepared for small talk. He hadn't been prepared for much talking at all.
"That outfit looks pretty uncomfortable, and that collar? It isn't flattering at all," Vladimir said, looking Dimitrov over. Maybe he was trying to psych him out? Purposely make him confused and concerned.
"It's a standard outfit." Dimitrov replied, though he realized that a questioned hadn't been posed. But his statement seemed perfectly in line. At least, Vladimir acted as it was.
"Well, I can buy you new clothes now! Whatever you want, price is of no concern!" Vladimir exclaimed, hopping off of the bed and approaching Dimitrov. The human inhaled sharply, but at least what he was expecting was finally going to happen.
Or so he thought.
"Sir...Are you hugging me?" Dimitrov asked, stiff as one human could be. Vladimir was quiet, but he felt warm. Dimitrov squirmed slightly. He didn't like these mind games. He would rather have some violent abuser than...than whatever was happening here.
"Yeah, you seem like no one really hugs you." Vladimir replied.
"That's a pretty stupid observation, who would have hugged me? A teacher?" Dimitrov mumbled, which caught Vladimir's attention immediately.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, and Dimitrov tensed up immediately. Had this been what he had been waiting for? A slip up? Was he now going to endure what he had been taught to face most of his life?
"That was adorable, say something sarcastic again!"
Dimitrov never really understood why Vladimir was so nice to him. He thought there was something wrong with the vampire. He wasn't intimidating or threatening. The man practically spewed sunshine. It wasn't natural.
But, he soon got used to him. The kind treatment he received was a relief to what he had been raised to expect. Vladimir wasn't normal, but it protected Dimitrov.
Of course, Vladimir couldn't be that way in front of other vampires, hence the collar now tightly locked around his neck. It was a cover anyways. Vladimir didn't want anyone to know that he had had his human for 2 months now, and he still hadn't fed.
"Prince Popescu," A voice rang, stopping the still overly enthusiastic man as he looked around the beautifully decorated room. "I heard that you had requested an empty room to return to during the party, I don't mean to pry, but may I inquire why?" The man, Dimitrov recognized, as Vladimir's advisor, Sadik. Vladimir didn't get to interact with his parents often. Very quick visits that were usually not planned, but simply happened upon. That left the man in the hands of his Turkish advisor, a vampire who had a particular dislike of humans. He viewed them as nothing more than meals. And it was often showed in the way he sneered and spoke to Dimitrov.
"You know I'm not a fan of these parties, especially when I am only invited as advertisement." Vladimir explained, gently fiddling with the leash of Dimitrov's collar. It went unnoticed by Sadik, but Dimitrov recognized it as nervousness. He was afraid he would be found out.
"Still, to make public your hiding, it seems a bit, uncalled for?" The Turk said. Dimitrov eyed the elder vampire softly, before clearing his throat.
"Master, I still need to use the restroom." He said, before peering up at Sadik, his eyes slightly daring, unable to contain his own dislike for the way he talked down on Vladimir.
The advisor, of course, did not fail to notice the disrespect, and lightly hissed.
"You are in no position to interrupt us, Dog." The man spat, but Dimitrov was unfazed.
"I fear he may embarrass me if I don't take him though." Vladimir said, offering a fanged smile to his guid. Vladimir knew the old man was deeply cruel, but he was unafraid of him. After all, he was still a king's son.
The man looked at Vladimir a moment, before returning his glare to Dimitrov. "This stunt will be mentioned to your father, young prince. Perhaps you should look into finding a new pet." He threatened, but Vladimir simply smiled.
"I like this one though, he's very...unique." Vladimir said, before bowing slightly.
"I'll see you back at the castle, sir. I hope you don't mind returning home yourself. I planned on staying later so that I could mingle a bit." He said, causing Sadik to roll his eyes, before bowing back, then sauntering off. Vladimir watched him a moment, before yanking on the collar a bit, choking the human, who had been trying his best not to laugh.
Vladimir drug Dimitrov towards the bathroom, before shutting and locking them both in. He didn't really care if anyone saw them go in together, they would only assume they needed privacy.
"You really think you're funny, huh? You could have gotten me in big trouble." Vladimir whined, taking the collar off Dimitrov's neck momentarily.
"I couldn't help it, the look on his face was amazing." Dimitrov explained. Vladimir rolled his eyes, before sighing deeply.
"I wish we didn't have to be at this stupid party," The vampire said. Dimitrov nodded in agreement, before bending down, close to the other's ears.
"I wish I could be leading you around on this collar." The human whispered, pressing the leash against Vladimir's stomach, forcing a quick breath through him, as his face grew hot.
