Guren slumped, exhausted in the arms of the vampire noble, dizzy from the blood loss of his various wounds and pain. At least his troops and family had escaped, even though he knew they hadn't wanted to leave him behind, especially Yuu. He could die knowing they were safe, at least for the time being. He shivered as the noble; Crowley, his mind supplied helpfully, pulled him close and sniffed along the wound at his shoulder. Guren used his tongue to move the poison tablet that all JIDA unit members were given on mission just like this one to his back teeth. This wasn't the way he had thought he would die but it was better then what the vampires would do to him to gather information. The pills were quick acting so as to stop the vampires from preventing the humans from killing themselves. Guren thought of his unit and Yuu, the stubborn brat, before smiling sadly, silently wishing he could have said a proper goodbye. He never noticed Crowley watching him thoughtfully or the grin that spread over the vampire's lips, revealing sharp fangs before it was too late. The hard press of strong fingers forced Guren's head back enough for Crowley to press their lips together. A slight change of the vampires grip had Guren's mouth open, allowing for a slick tongue to enter the stunned humans mouth. He couldn't free himself from his bonds or the vampires grip on his jaw to get out of the unwanted embrace. He growled as he felt the tablet being stolen from him, and jerked his head to the side. Crowley released his jaw as he moved, transferring his hand to a slim black clad hip. He spat the tiny pill down the hallway, where it hit a wall and rolled innocently down the rubble covered carpets of the destroyed city hall corridor
"I can't have you dying on me now, my little commander," he said with a grin easily keeping a weakly struggling Guren pressed to his chest. "Let me cut right to it," the vampire began to walk down the corridor, Chess and Horn following behind them calmly. "If that little pill was anything to go by, you do have information." He kept Guren at his side as he moved, enjoying the felling of the humans weak struggles against him. He was very pretty for a man with purple eyes, black hair and pale complexion under the bruises and dirt. The lovey little blush that the commander wore across his cheeks was a nice touch as well. Like a pretty little doll, just waiting to picked up and played with.
"I'm not telling you anything, so you're wasting your time bastard," Guren snarled, finally finding his voice, and tried to wriggle his way out of the vampires hold. He gasped as he was picked up and pushed against a nearby wall, Crowley keeping him in place with his own body, a knee between his legs. His heart thundered in his chest and his blush returned to his cheeks where it had just begun to cool. This was different from when Ferid had pinned him against the wall in Shinjuku. This was more intimate in a way that made Guren's insides icy. Crowley wasn't going out of his way to harm him, just unwanted touches. The human forced down his growing fear and glared at his captor, his eyes bright with anger.
"You have the most amazing eyes I have seen on a human," Crowley whispered, his hand coming up to cup a red cheek and stroked his thumb along Gurens cheek bone. "You don't have to tell me a thing, little lamb. The longer you keep your silence and the longer I get to keep you. You seem to be a smart human so I am sure you are aware of all the things I can do to you," Crowley moved his hand to the black uniform front and ripped it open easily, revealing the white clean shirt underneath. He could see the blood from the humans shoulder staining one side of the shirt crimson. He smiled at the widening of those pretty purple eyes. The noble wondered if the human realized just how expressive his eyes were, not that he was going to point that out. This being in his grasp seemed to be the type that would hide something about himself if it was pointed out to him. "Chess, Horn go and play somewhere," he said to his two subordinates, quickly spotting a door to the left and making his way to it, dragging a pale and struggling human with him.
"Stop, let me go," Guren Ichinose shouted, a sense of panic creeping up in the back of his mind. He didn't know enough about this vampire noble and his actions the past few minutes were causing a feeling of dread to come over the Lt. Colonel. He gasped as he was thrown inside a room that at one point must have been a lounge for VIPS of the higher up of City hall. The curtains were drawn, with only a sliver of day light to add a dim lighting to the room. He noticed the walls with faded pictures and a book shelf filled with dirty books at the far wall. Dust covered the few chairs and the long couch that he had slide up against. A cloud of dust floated up around him, causing his eyes to water and a cough to escape as he inhaled some of the dust. Why would the vampire be doing this? From what he knew, which was very little, this noble wasn't interested in humans for company or pleasure. They were nothing more than livestock to him, a meal on two legs. Guren moved himself to his knees so he could stand and move if he needed to before looking to his vampire captor.
Crowley closed the door to the protests of Chess and Horn before turning his red gaze to the kneeling human he had taken such an interest in. A touch of unease and fear had entered those lovely eyes, causing a slight thrill to run down Crowley's spine, something that hadn't happened in many years. The commander painted a very beautiful picture. His hands bound behind him, left sleeve of that black uniform hanging down from where he had cut into the humans shoulder, and the ripped to show a slightly dirty white shirt. He could see the beginnings of a very delicious looking neck and the black hair that hung loose around the man's pale face just made the skin along his neck seem even more appetizing.
"I won't betray my comrades," Guren snapped, pushing himself to his feet and moving to put the couch between the vampire and himself. He knew that wouldn't stop the vampire, and that thought had his gut tightening in fear.
"I'm very patient and can wait," Crowley replied as he easily moved the couch to the side with one hand. He grabbed the Lt. Colonel as he tried to back pedal away from him and pulled him against his chest. He ran his free though the human's dark hair, marveling at the softness of it before gripping those locks and pulling Gurens head back and exposing his neck. "I'm not going to kill you but I do wish to taste you, my sweet little commander." He leaned down and ran his tongue along the human's neck. He could feel the human struggling to free his arms and get out of Crowley's hold. He was amused to watch the commander's reaction to his activities. He moved from the middle of the room to push Guren against the wall closest to the door. The noble wanted to see how far he could push this proud little human before he got him to break.
Guren frowned as he was once again between a wall and Crowley, with the vampire's leg between his own. He fought not to flinch as he felt the other male bite at his neck lightly, drawing blood, but not sinking his fangs into his flesh. The sensation of having a warm tongue lick at his neck made the humans struggle even more, of course all this did was cause him to squirm in the vampires hold. This brought to the light the leg that was now pressed firmly between this thighs due to his struggles. Guren froze and hoped that Crowley didn't notice where his leg was but considering his luck, he should've known better.
He felt the grin against his skin, before the vampire latched on to his neck, not with his fangs, but with his lips and tongue. This drag a muffled gasp from Guren's lips and lighted a fire low in the human's stomach. Hands moved to his hips and that leg rocked against him, causing a flash of pleasure to explode inside the Lt. Colonels body. He bit his lip to hold in the whimper as his body betrayed him and heated up with pleasant waves of pleasure.
"Why hold back your cries, little lamb?" Crowley breathed into Guren's ear, before licking the lobe. 'This human is proving to be very amusing,' he thought as he pulled those hips closer and moved his leg, watching as the human closed his eyes and bite his lower lip. He shook his head violently, trying so hard to deny what was happening to his body.
"Stop…Let go of me…Bas…Bastard," Guren gasped, his body trembling as he glared at the vampire. He knew he was hard against the nobles' leg and was more than a little pissed at his own body for betraying him. "I will never tell you any…" He choked on his words as he was pulled away from the wall and to the floor with Crowley on top of him. The hands at his waist moved to his belt and began to undo it, causing panic to race through Guren's veins. "Stop," the bound human shouted, attempting to bring his leg in between himself and the perverted vampire trying to strip him. Crowley simply laughed at his efforts and switched his hands to Guren's shirt, slowly popping the buttons of the cloth, exposing the pale skin beneath it.
The Lt. Colonel had felt fear before, but nothing like this. He had always been eye catching because of his looks, but he had never been under the direct threat of rape, only been threatened with it back in high school and once in the JIDA. This was different than those times. This time he was under a being that was stronger than him and there was no help coming to save him, Guren was trapped and more than a little terrified.
"What is this?" Crowley smiled, bring his hand up to gently brush the human commander's cheek, amused by the light flinch he caused from his movement. His gloved fingers were damp as he pulled his hand away. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't cry. You're far too beautiful for that, my little lamb." Leaning down, he kissed the tears away, chuckling at the wide purple eyes that were telling the vampire that the human hadn't even realized he had been crying till it was pointed out. "Give in, my pet. It'll make things so much easier for you."
Guren was shocked as the vampire kissed his cheeks, wiping away his tears. He hadn't cried over something to do with himself since Mahiru's death at his hands. It had always been the deaths of his men that caused him to break down, normally with Shinya as a witness and comforting shoulder for Guren to lean on. He had to get out of this room and away from this noble before there was no chance of him escaping. He was lucky that Crowley and the two female nobles hadn't noticed the small blade he had hidden in his sleeve and taken it from him. It was also a miracle he hadn't cut himself yet with the way that Crowley was moving him around and pushing him into things. Turning his head away, Guren shivered and closed his eyes to steel his nerve as the rope gave way silently. "I won't give in," he whispered, moving his head back to face the vampire before slamming his head into the nobles. Pushing the noble off him, Guren rolled to his feet, his mind already telling him where the door was and the chances of Crowley recovering from that surprise attack. The odds were not very good, but he wasn't going to just lay there and let the noble do whatever he wished with him. He had the door part way open, to a point where he could see the hallway beyond, and the faint blossoming of hope sparked in his chest. It was crashed a moment later as a hand slammed the door shut with frightening strength. Guren spun, blade in hand to slash at the vampire, but his wrist was caught and slammed on the wall, causing him to lose his weapon. It slipped harmlessly from his numb fingers and landed on the floor with a dull thud.
Gritting his teeth in desperation, Guren glared at the frowning vampire in front of him. Crowley ignored his other hand as it pushed at his chest, attempting to move him away and simply stepped closer. That damn leg moving back between his own once again and the vampires other hand took hold of what was left of his white shirt and pulled, ripping the cloth and reveal Gurens smooth chest. The vampire was toying with him, his hand moving to the human's throat, holding him to the wall with just enough pressure to let him know not to try anything.
"That was foolish pet," red eyes narrowed thoughtfully, before that fanged mouth broke out in a smile that caused a chill to run down Gurens spine. Before the young commander could truly start to struggle, his hands and neck were free and he was pinned to the wall with a body.
Hands moved to his hips and then his thighs, where they gripped the back of his upper legs and lifted. Purple eyes widen as the vampire moved those last few steps to where he couldn't lower his legs or keep the vampire away from him. That cursed fanged mouth nestled into the side of his neck, light butterfly kisses dancing along pale skin. "No," Guren shouted, trying and failing to push the vampire away from him. He felt like a child trying to fight off an adult, pushing uselessly at the chest in front of him.
"Give in, you've already lost to me little lamb," Crowley whispered, his hands roaming over black clad thighs and hips before taking hold and lightly squeezing Gurens bottom. He chuckled as the humans' struggles increased. "Let's make you a little more complaint." With that as the only warning, the noble sank his fangs into Guren's neck at the same time as he rocked his hips against the humans.
The Lt. Colonel had never had a vampire bite him in this fashion before much less assault him in this manner. Pain and pleasure danced though his body, clouding his mind. He couldn't push the vampire off him and his body was losing the will to fight as his blood was taken from him. "Stop, please stop," he breathed, his hands trembled lightly against the chest in front of him, fingers grasping the white fabric and then releasing it. He gasped as the fangs left his skin and lips took their place to suck at the wound. Gurens insides warmed as pleasure replaced pain, making him bite his lip to hold back the whimper. His head spun from the increased blood loss and forced pleasure, and his hands couldn't push at the noble's chest due to his loss of strength. Black spots began to float over his vision and his hearing was fuzzy as Crowley leaned back after one final lick to his neck and smiled at him. He was so weak and sleepy as his body was moved back to a standing position, only his legs wouldn't hold him. Last thing he saw was the vampire pulling him up and picking him up. One hand going under his knees and the other under his shoulders, his head coming to rest on the vampires shoulder.
Crowley smiled as he watched as those purple eyes closed at last and the human fell into unconsciousness. He was suddenly very excited to return to his home in the vampire city of Sanguinem. This human would amuse him greatly, he just had to make sure no one else touched him, namely Lord Ferid. He was amusing to be around and always had something exciting going on, but he didn't like this human too much and Crowley didn't want to lose his pet just yet. At least not until he was done playing with him.