Crowley sometimes comes up with reasons to go see Ferid, convincing himself that his attraction towards the seventh progenitor was no more than just amusement. Horn and Chess always wondered why he was willing to do everything for the weird vampire.
No one liked the silver haired creature. Most of them wished for him to disappear. Because the hate concentrated on him was such, these people who hate him can't help themselves but notice every little thing he does. And it only leaves them an impression of awe and vexation. Ferid didn't mind the hate that was concentrated on him. He liked the fact that he cannot go unnoticed because of it. While the others find him an irritation, for Crowley, he was someone interesting and something that makes his long life exciting. They had been together for 800 years, and he's yet to get bored of hanging with the vampire. His curiosity towards Ferid has never been quenched. The problem about this curiosity though is it has escalated to certain levels that can no longer be categorised as camaraderie. Their relationship currently involves kissing, touching and pleasuring the other. It was unprofessional, but Crowley can't help but be lured by Ferid's crimson eyes and seductive demeanour. He goes with the vampire's whims of engaging into mortal pleasure just for fun but it didn't really gave them both the satisfaction they needed. It was merely some sort of revisiting being human, although Crowley wasn't really sure whether Ferid used to be a human like himself. He never did tell him about his past after all.
Crowley has always shared with Ferid some of the pleasure he engages in. But never was he inclined to give him a soldier as a gift until now. He figured Ferid would love it. It was after all one of the finest merchandise out there. This was what lead him to capture Guren as a present to Ferid. He knew that the vampire would enjoy torturing the soldier. He knew he would totally enjoy making him his toy. Guren was perfect to fend off his ennui. After capturing the feeble human, he thought that maybe he could be able to barge in on Ferid in his most private hours for the delivery of the captive. And so, he went to see the vampire. The child, who Ferid keeps with him told him that Ferid was bathing and was not to be disturbed. Dragging Guren with him, blindfolded and bound, he barged in on Ferid's bath not listening to the child. He never really thought he would see his companion exposed like that. They never really stayed in the same estate after all. He always lived somewhere quite far from Ferid.
Ferid was in the middle of bathing when he barged in. The moment he pushed open the doors and saw Ferid's naked figure on the bath, his hair damp and water trickled down from his wet tendrils of silver hair, Crowley felt like he just been punched in the gut. His eyes couldn't help but wander on Ferid's body. He looked him over. He noticed how pallid the vampire was and how despite being that pale, there was still a tinge of pink in his complexion. His eyes wandered to Ferid's square supple shoulder, his bony clavicle and to his slender throat, wrapped up only with the vampire's translucent skin. When his eyes went back to Ferid's face, the silver-haired vampire was smiling. With his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed, Ferid asked: "Why are you here Crowley-kun? Don't tell me you missed me already?"
It was the usual Ferid but his words shook Crowley up that the redhead vampire almost stuttered.
"I brought you something interesting Ferid-kun. I thought you'd like this."
Crowley threw Guren on the floor. His actions were meticulously followed by Ferid's hawklike gaze. The human curled up and trembled. The cold floor seeped through his pores and accentuated the fear and loathing he felt for the vampires. Ferid only gazed at the quarry that the red head vampire brought home with him in a stare that didn't give any of his emotions nor thoughts away, as if he was just looking at some thing that he was forced to consider.
"What do you want in exchange for this?" Ferid said, his eyes downcast.
"Well…" The redhead vampire pondered, his fingers tucked beneath his chin.
Crowley sauntered towards the bath and sank down to see eye to eye with Ferid. They held each other's gazes for awhile. Ferid seemed to be amused at Crowley's eyes on him and so the silver-haired vampire giggled and walked over to the edge where Crowley was. The splash of the water as he walked against its slight undulations echoed inside the room. He leaned in and cushioned his arms for his pretty head.
"Would you like to bathe with me? I could use your strong, firm hands, Crowley-kun." Ferid said childishly, emphasising the words 'strong' and 'firm'. He leered at the redhead as the other fell silent not knowing what to do. Ferid squinted his eyes and tilted his head making himself look innocent; a coquettish smile played on his thin mouth. Who could resist when Ferid's like this? Even if he's such a hateful person, his victims always melted at his feet, unable to resist his charm. It was no different for Crowley, even more so for Guren.
The sound of Ferid's husky moans, that throaty sound he makes before he would allow himself to mewl, the way his voice vibrated from the pleasure of the human's kisses was unforgettable. The touch of the vampire blighted Guren, and even when days have passed after that horrible thing that has happened between the two of them, he could still feel his touch linger like a ghost, and his smell hover in the air like mist. He could still remember the softness of the vampire's silver tresses tangled on his fingers and the taste of his warm mouth burning his tongue. His soft moans and sighs still ring in the raven haired man's ears. He was haunted by the rising and falling of Ferid's voice as their kisses became aggressive as his body undulated on top of the vampire rubbing his lower half against him; slower at first with a pressure so strong as to thoroughly feel the lumps of Ferid's body underneath him.
"Gu-ren."
Guren's recurring nightmares always ended with Ferid calling for him and this always made his limbs tremble and his heart cave in before his eyes burst open. The human woke up with a start. He was heaving and sweating profusely. His face was aghast and pale. As he summoned composure, he sat up in bed and wiped his wan forehead using the back of his hand. The hammock creaked as he fumbled with himself. This clumsiness was a rare one. As his hammock cracked underneath his weigh, he heard the straw tighten but he wasn't sure. Perhaps the molecules of the straw were being weird, or perhaps he was just in the brink of insanity. The fact that his unease was caused by his throbbing heart, in which the frantic beats blasted in his ears like sirens, wasn't helping him.
Heartbeat after heartbeat, he felt his fingers grow cold. It was such an excruciating thing. He felt it sift through every layer of his skin, he felt his pores absorb every bit of its coldness, stripping him of every bit of warmth inside of him. It made him feel weak. This unease and the enervating darkness that he was constantly exposed to made him slowly transform into a mere vessel of a human being.
It has been weeks since Ferid disposed of him like this. And he was lonely, very lonely. This loneliness, this aching feeling inside of him has completely turned his ears deaf to Mahiru's sermons. Rather than her voice, he hears Ferid's. He was confused whether this was normal or not. And he often wonders why he longs for his companionship when he shouldn't be. The constant oppression his voice gives him, the whispers, the memories of their long conversations haunt him. He notices things he shouldn't, like the way the corner of Ferid's mouth would curve down slightly, the way he leans in to hear him better, and the gesticulations he makes whenever he teases him. The grace of his gloved covered fingers. The fractal of veins that are apparent on his translucent skin whenever he was too close for comfort, the tangle of red, green and blue strands tattooed on his skin and his pretty crimson red eyes fringed with silky silver lashes, he didn't want to accept it, but it was making him feel weird. Trying to quell the war on his mind, he massaged his forehead, groaned, and moved his exhausted legs. His head hurt. Thinking too much always made his head hurt as if tiny needles were inserted at his temples.
With long breaths he forced on himself, he tried to relax. But it wouldn't calm his heart down. The organ still frantically beat inside his chest without slowing no matter how hard he tries to make it so. Ferid's image underneath his weight came to mind. It was hard to forget. The sensation he felt when he touched him, made him unable to forget the look on Ferid's face. The sound of his voice, his smell, his touch, all of him lingered. It made it difficult for Guren to breath and relax. But who can blame him? Who would forget the vampire's supple shoulders? So pallid and so smooth against the light that he couldn't help not wonder how his wan skin would feel as he ran his fingers through its expanse. He couldn't help but wonder how the curve of Ferid's bones would feel underneath the vampire's translucent skin.
"Gu-ren…"
Ferid's throaty moans echoed inside of himself and turned him on. It made his lower half react without his permission. Every thought of Ferid that flashed through his mind made him clench, and as his member grew more and more rebellious, streams of sweat sluice down his face. Every trickle, every drop, made him want him more and he was ashamed. He brushed his hair using his fingers and pulled his drenched shirt to cover his erection. It was the worst torture ever. The air was stale with the oppression that he couldn't breathe. He clutched his chest, closed his eyes, and thought that death would be a better way out. The plopping sound of water and the occasional creaking sound of the metal doors was the only thing that reminded him of what he was. His mind was high on alert everytime the door creaked, he waited for him to come and he hated himself for expecting whenever the lights shift and he sees shadows running back and forth only to be disappointed when the shadows become still without Ferid outside of his prison cell, without the sound that he makes when he enters and leaves, without the heavy weight of his crimson eyes on him. He wanted to see him just like that time when for the first time he entered wearing his long nightgown and looked so vulnerable and so fragile against the moonlight, his hair loose on his shoulders and shadows playing on his well sculpted face.
Days passed by. Guren's longing for Ferid turned into paranoia and thirst. Bereft of Ferid's presence, or anyone at all he was in the verge of breaking. Haunted by the images of that time, he was convinced that he was going mad. Mahiru came to him more vividly than ever, accusing him of the things he did and didn't do. She nagged him of the things that he should have done which he did not and blamed him for his weakness and cowardice. The only reprieve he clung to was Ferid's image.
Guren was battling with Mahiru's voice inside his head when he heard the door slowly creak. That made his heart skip a beat. A rat scurried away, making soft screeching noises that distracted Guren. Crackle of footsteps fill his ears. The sound of it became louder that it made his heart throb. The ache of waiting for something burned him. It made him feel like he was about to lose his mind with every drop of heavy steps, with every tap and clutter of heels that fill the void inside that dingy prison cell he was kept in. It resounded on the walls, on the floor, and onto his muscled valve. He fluttered his eyelids to shoo its sultry sound that rang in his ears. It was making a black hole in his chest and made his ears twitch with faint recognition.
Guren closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to drift as a whistling sound wafted in the air. He was sweating profusely and his mind and body weighed a thousand times more.
"Ferid-sama, wait."
He heard a female voice call out and so the footsteps stopped, he heard Ferid turn. The clutter of his heels were deafening. He didn't hear her come in though.
"Yes?"
The female voice sounded young, it sounded like a child actually and Guren was confused and at the same time curious at the pleasantry that mixed in Ferid's voice.
"Yes, my hungarian princess?"
He heard Ferid's fading footsteps. The vampire took all the light and left him in utter darkness as the footsteps grow fainter and fainter until he could no longer hear him nor the sound of his whistling. His mind blocked out everything. He chose to succumb to slumber and forget about whatever that had happened between the two of them and start anew. But before his mind fell into the abyss of sleep, he heard the bolt in his cell click and the metal door open slowly. He opened his eyes and sat up. A girl about 4 feet 11 inches tall sauntered towards him with light hesitant steps. She was a doe-eyed girl, her matted lashes were long and fringed from her eyelids beautifully. She was blond. Her yellow hair fell to her shoulders, a noodle of pretty curls. It went well with her perlescent azure eyes.
"Guren.."
Guren wondered whether the girl was human or not. He shifted on the bed and gazed at the child.
"Ferid-sama.. he…"
The child was trying to explain something and because of this weird gesture, Guren was even more confused. Why was the girl doing this? Taking a look closer at the girl, she seemed to be at least 14 years old and had a face of someone that knew how it felt to be held captive like this. Her gaze made him think that she must've felt like him too.
There was silence and the girl spoke no more than her master's name. Guren was still as a statue as he just lay there examining the child.
"What's the matter?" He asked genuinely worried.
The girl looked up to him, her eyes pleading.
"Wh..What did you do to Ferid-sama?" Her voice broke, and there was a certain edge to her voice that sounded odd.
Guren was taken aback. Of all the questions that one could possibly ask him, this was the question he did not entirely understand. Based from the tone of voice of the child, it was accusing.
"What do you mean what did I do to Ferid?" Guren was confused.
Their conversation was interrupted by Ferid's voice calling for "Julia" in a singsong manner. The girl jolted and was trembling slightly, her blue eyes running back and forth, she was scared. But without saying anything she turned her head towards Guren's direction for a moment and ran out of the cell without bothering to lock it. She left Guren confused and disturbed.
Guren was not the only one who was affected by what happened. Ferid too was unnerved and disconcerted of the new taste that he tried and was disturbed by the fact that he craved it. Ferid had tasted a lot of adult blood already, he lied about this to Guren to shake the human up. It's true though, that he prefers children's blood, but he never tasted anything like Guren's blood. It didn't have the luscious taste of a child's, but it was intoxicatingly sweet that it made the vampire's mind go blank. He wondered whether the demon army soldiers tasted like him too.
The mixture of Guren's saline skin and the strong muscles of his neck made the experience even more gratifying. The way Guren grabbed him as he clung to him, digging his nails on the vampire's skin pleased Ferid. The silver-haired vampire brushed his lower lip using his thumb and closed his eyes. Guren's mouth was sweeter than Crowley's, and his tongue clumsier, but that was his charm. The human hesitated when Ferid kissed him back. He quivered like a leaf and got bigger whenever the vampire succumbed to his touch, moaning and slightly undulating underneath him, about to drape his arms around his neck. This amused Ferid to no end.
The truth is, it was easy for Ferid to imitate an arousal just because he was honestly at the mercy of Guren's kisses. That made everything convenient for him. He now understood Crowley's behaviour of drinking blood from strong opponents when he set his eyes on Guren.
He loved the shifts in Guren's demeanour the most. Seeing the man squirm in pain like a slave and then act like a Lieutenant the next made him even more intrigued. The look on the human's face when he's down, most especially the rage in his eyes focused solely on no one but him sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny that he could get addicted to it. He could get used to clumsier kisses and hesitant touch from now on, just so he could have a taste of the exquisite blood once more.
Guren's taste still burned Ferid's tongue. Whenever the sensation comes back to him in all its entirety, his mind raged. He felt uneasy messing up with the human. But Ferid was always a sucker for pleasure and Guren gave him something that he wanted badly. The human gave him something that he could look forward to apart from Mika's and Krul's hatred towards him or Crowley's hot kisses and warm mouth. Guren gave him a body that genuinely wanted him, regardless of whether his desire for him was just loosely based on pure instinct or sprouting of attraction. Just how he liked it.
"Ferid-sama.."
Ferid almost flinched. His thoughts were interrupted by Julia. The look in his face made the child unable to resist asking him what he was thinking.
"Yes love?"
Ferid loved showering her with endearments, but pet names always made her feel uneasy. As a child who was brought up by the same creature whenever her master behaves like this, he was almost paternal. Almost. But this was only to turn the tides to his favour and manipulate her into believing he truly cared when he did not, when he really has an ulterior motive beneath the sweet words. Ferid was the master of emotional manipulation, knowing this, she never believes anything he says. She was infinitely paranoid and extra vigilant when it comes to the silver-haired vampire. But Ferid, for all that he is, truly cares for her in his own twisted way. She was the light of his life and the fire of his loins (so to speak). His Lolita, his Lola in slacks, his bride. But she hated him. She hated him for his corruption, his impulsiveness and his relentless desire to wreck havoc everywhere he goes.
In this intimate moment, where she brushes his hair, as well as every moment whenever she waits for him to come home after causing chaos was his solace and his sole reprieve in his accursed immortal life. But all of this was a chore to Julia, and she wishes that someone would take her away.
"What's wrong Ferid-sama? Did something happen?"
One thing Ferid liked about this child was the fact that she was a keen observer and always notices every minute change in himself. The vampire chuckled and turned to her. Julia stopped brushing his hair and looked into his eyes. Ferid reach out to her and took her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles, closing his eyes as if savouring every minute of such a kiss. He pulled her against him and embraced her, caressing the small of her back. The vampire buried his head on the child's golden locks and breathe in the smell of her hair. Julia already perfected the craft of being an empty shell whenever Ferid touches her this way. Ferid lifts her up and carries her to the bed. Ferid rarely feeds on her these days but there was something in his eyes that made her realize that her happy days were coming to an end.
"Julia." Ferid whispers in her ear. And Julia for all her power couldn't help but sigh. She was holding back her tears. If she would cry, it would only excite Ferid so she cannot afford to take the risk and cling to the hope that he wouldn't do anything to her. She closes her eyes slowly as she felt Ferid's slick tongue on her neck. She trembled slightly and tried so hard to shut everything off so that she won't be able to feel anything.
"I can't wait for you to become an adult. Or if you wish, you could just remain like this forever? I prefer it much more."
Those words shocked her, he would never say such a thing. Julia only managed a croak, she couldn't speak. Ferid gazed at her with his eyes full of lust. The vampire touched her cheek and she could only take a deep breath to calm herself down. By now, she already mastered the skill of controlling her heartbeat.
"Julia.." Ferid moaned and plunged his fangs on the child's neck, digging it deeper and deeper. Julia went cold and stared into the distance, her face was ineffable and her hands were steady on the bed. She couldn't clench her hands, it would only make Ferid think that she didn't like this and he would be a jerk about it and try to hurt her even more.
The change in Ferid's behaviour was unusual. And she couldn't think of any other reason apart from her master's encounter with the raven haired lieutenant. That's why she decided to communicate with the captive and tell him the truth about Ferid. For both of their sakes.
