Vlad could practically hear the boy's heart stop as they entered the washroom. It was satisfying to see the realization hit young Daniel's face, only fully becoming aware that he would actually have to help Vlad clean himself. He could barely hold back a smirk, his heartbeat picking up as his little badger's breath hitched in his throat. Oh peanut brittle, why was the boy so adorable? Even as he grit his teeth and glared hatefully up at Vlad with reddened and puffy eyes. Tear stained cheeks suit him very nicely.
His smirk slowly faded to a frown, the corners of his mouth deepening. Where had these sudden thoughts surfaced from? It almost frightened him, this boy was kind enough to listen and comfort Vlad. Why was there some part of him that wanted to push the boy down and make him hurt? To tear the sobs from his throat and gobble them up with his own lips? He was disturbed with himself, sickened. The itching pain began again, the feeling of fire ants colonizing in his veins.
He forced himself to make eye contact with Daniel, easily plastering a smirk to his face. He reached into the shower and turned it on, keeping eye contact. "Ready to undress me?" Why was he pushing the boy? It felt as if he had to keep up the act, as if he had to force himself to play his part. That wasn't true. Vlad would never admit that he enjoyed it, that he loved seeing his little badger torn.
"B-But, I... I have to?" Vlad could see that the boy knew the answer, and the consequences. He was about to open his mouth before Daniel violently shook his head. "Nevermind, I already know.. fucking creep..." He stood perfectly still, watching Daniel as he hesitantly stepped forward, his beautiful hands shaking. Each time he looked at his little badger, he found something new to get stuck on. The light freckles scattered along Daniel's cheeks visible in the lighting. He forgot how to breathe as their eyes met.
Danny fumbled with unbuttoning the fruit loop's shirt, his cheeks red from frustration and embarrassment. Why was he stuck doing this? No, he didn't want to go back outside. There was something out there, calling for him. Wanting to tear him apart. It wanted to hound him and tear his flesh from his bones. The older man before him though, it was almost like the beast outside. He didn't notice Vlad staring at him intently, trying to memorize his every freckle. With a soft sigh, he glanced up. Then froze.
Why was he staring at him like that? As if the man was staring at an angel? Danny couldn't move his head, staring into those endlessly dark blue eyes. Like the sea during a storm. Vlad wasn't unattractive, and if he had been in any other situation, he would be flattered by his attention. What would it be like to spend time with this man? If both of their lives hadn't gone awry? He could almost imagine sitting on his old couch. A strong arm around his shoulders and gently rubbing the lobe of his ear. Almost.
"Daniel, hello? How is space faring?" Danny snapped back to attention, his eyes quickly averting from Vlad's as he popped open the last button. He was about to apologize, or at least make some witty retort. Nothing came to mind. He could practically feel his face burning. What had he even been thinking? He was a fucking idiot. No doubt about it. Danny focused his eyes on the bare chest in front of him. Muscular and taut, scars riddling the tanned skin. Woah. He carefully helped Vlad get his arms through the sleeves, making sure his hands didn't have any unwanted pressure.
Vlad frowned again. Was the boy alright? There had been no comment, no biting remark. Just pure silence. Did he make the boy so uncomfortable that he couldn't even bring himself to yell at him? He was almost hurt. Where was his attention? On his chest apparently. Not like he noticed. "Daniel, just how slow are you going to make this? It's almost like you want to drag it out. Am I that attractive?"
Daniel sputtered and glared up at him, his face the color of a tomato. His pretty pink lips drew back into a sneer, his white teeth flashing brightly. "I would never think an old guy was attractive. Especially not one as creepy as you!" The boy grumbled and without any grace pulled Vlad's pants down to his ankles. "What the hell..." The boy mumbled to himself angrily as he glared at the ceiling. With a sharp tug, Vlad's boxers were off. Even Vlad blushed. Why in the world was he blushing? The great Vlad Masters did not blush.
"Thank you my dear boy, but it seems as if you need to undress as well. Since you'll be washing me of course," Vlad watched him from the corner of his eye. A smirk slowly spreading across his face. Daniel's fumbling was delicious, his pink face contorting with mixed emotions. The boy couldn't even complain. If he did, he was at risk of being thrown out. Vlad grinned as he saw his little badger bite back an angry remark. He had to play along with Vlad, and if he didn't he could fake a breakdown. Maybe not fake. It might become a serious possibility.
Danny glared at him, turning his back to the man. "You better not look at me, sicko... I swear to God that if you do I'll call the cops." His voice wavered, knowing that he wouldn't. He wasn't going to give up warmth. Not to mention the fact that the cops would ask him questions. Ones that he wouldn't have answers to. Danny didn't want to risk possible jail time for things he couldn't even remember. He began to take off the red jacket that the older man had bought for him. It had quickly become his favorite, even if Vlad had gotten it for him. It was just so comfortable and it smelt like Vlad. Like a fiery cinnamon.
He didn't want it to seem like he was making a show for Vlad, but his hands were shaking so bad that he struggled with removing every piece of clothing. The whole time, he could feel those dangerous eyes staring into him, burning a hole into his back. Danny grew self conscious, worried he was much too thin. Could Vlad see his every rib? What if he thought he was disgusting and kicked him out for not being beautiful? He thought of the cold, a shiver running down his spine. Wait. It didn't matter. Why did it matter what Vlad thought of Danny? He was just some creepy and mentally ill old man.
However, when Danny turned around, Vlad was already in the shower. He had managed to get his bandages off himself. He hadn't even been looking at him? Was Danny that... unsatisfying? He stopped, confused with his own thoughts. Why was he so worried about this? Wasn't it good that he wasn't attracted to him? It meant that Vlad wouldn't touch him again. That was a good thing, right? But why did the thought of it make Danny hurt? He had always wanted to be wanted.
He must have taken too long, cemented to the spot by his racing thoughts. He only knew that too much time had passed because he heard that silky smooth voice call out from behind the lavish shower curtain. "Daniel, are you that frightened by a good cleaning? Don't be a scared kitten. The water won't hurt you and I promise not to bite." A soft chuckle danced through the air, Danny's cheeks flushing. He wasn't scared. Why the fuck would he be scared? With a soft growl, Danny inched his way into the shower.
"I'm not scared. I was just worried some old pervert would try to make a move. He's already fuckin' molested me." Vlad stiffened at the sudden venom in his words. Why had he even believed that the boy had forgotten? He had hoped so desperately that he had put it off as a dream, as one of his hallucinations. No, he still very much remembered.
"Little badger, I do not appreciate the swearing." Was that all he could say? Really? Frustration grabbed hold of Vlad, mentally kicking him for not addressing the issue. He wanted to pretend like it wasn't real. Like it didn't happen. But it had, and whenever he found himself thinking about it... He thought about it a lot. Making it much more pleasant than it had really been. That night had made it impossible to look at Daniel without something more. He had practically forced himself into the shower, trying not to stare at the boy's smooth back. It was like the color of cream.
"Would you mind washing my hair, my boy? It hurts my hands quite badly to do it myself." He wasn't lying. It had been extremely difficult doing it himself for the past couple of days. Vlad really did need the help. He heard the grumble behind him and blinked when he was gently forced down to Daniel's level. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips, having not expected the boy to willingly do anything. He appreciated Daniel. He really did.
He wasn't expecting gentleness. His little badger made his touches soft, massaging the soap reassuringly into his scalp. Why was he so kind in his actions? It was always a sharp contrast to his harsh words, and even when he spat venom he was soft and caring. Why? Vlad's eyes began to close, the gentle washing lulling him into some form of relaxation. Those perfect fingers were buried in his hair, playing with the locks and paying special attention to his temples. He hummed lowly, tunelessly. The hand's stalled for a moment, running gently over a scar at the nape of his neck. "What's this from?" A soft voice gently shook Vlad back into reality.
Danny stared down at the angry red scar, his dark brows furrowed. It seemed so fresh, almost painful looking. "Does it hurt?" He ran his thumb along it, watching as the discoloration followed the pressure. There was silence, causing Danny to worry that his question had been too personal. A tired sigh came from the man slouched over. He didn't realize he had woken the man from a state of near sleep.
"I'll tell you if you tell me how you got that scar. The one on the back of your head. I noticed it while your hair was being touched up." He frowned and reached back, feeling for the scar that Vlad was talking about. He didn't know that there was a scar, even though it had been sensitive when the razor got near it. He touched it, fire flashing before his eyes and the feeling of heat rising up around him. Smothering him, it felt as if smoke was smothering him. He remembered a loud explosion, the crack as his head hit the wood floor. He winced, his face scrunching in pain.
Why was there a fire? What on Earth happened? His breathing became shallow as he looked around him. Vlad seemed to fade away from existence, being replaced by the body of a red haired girl. No, no why was she here? Again? It felt as if his skin was melting, his lungs restricting. Terror washed over him in waves, his eyes darting around. There was no way to escape, nothing could save him. "H-Help... I don't want to die..."
Vlad was shaking him frantically, worry bursting from his very being. "Daniel, Daniel there is no fire! Calm down, please breathe," the boy was choking on his own air. His whole body shook violently, his eyes trained on something past Vlad. He was mumbling frantically to himself, digging his nails into his arms. How could he help? Vlad had no clue how to help. Peppermint patties! Why am I so useless?! He pulled the boy into a gentle hug, hoping that it would bring the boy back to his senses. His trembling rough hands ran down Daniel's freezing back, wincing at the feeling of making contact with someone.
Slowly, the boy calmed down. Tears mixed with water as they held each other under the faucet. Vlad looked at him worriedly, glad to see that he was fine. He kissed his nose, his cheeks, his quivering lips. Why? Why was he doing this? Vlad lifted a hesitant hand, forcing himself to cradle Daniel's head. "You're safe. Don't worry..."
When Danny came to, he was pinned up against the shower wall. He gasped in confusion and surprise, the feeling of rough and scarred hands running over his stomach. They were touching him. Oh god, was Vlad touching him? Actually touching him? His breathing, already unnatural, became a series of ragged gasps. Lips pressed to his neck, nipping up to his ear. He reached up, digging his nails into Vlad's shoulders. Why was he touching him? Had Danny asked him again? To do this? He flushed badly.
Danny had no clue that his nails were causing Vlad to have fits, the feeling of his fingers practically making the man go crazy. Vlad's heavy breaths not giving the boy any hint of what he was doing. His hands ran up into the man's hair, desperate for a sense of reality. Real. He was real. Danny knotted his fingers there, pulling slightly with each suck and bite. They were both gasping. Danny wanted to make sure that Vlad was there, that he himself was here. Vlad, wanting to make sure that Danny stayed in the moment and didn't go back into his mind. His terrible unforgiving mind.
He smashed his lips into Vlad's, desperate for attention. Vlad complied, lost in the touches the boy gifted him with. Neither remembered how it had begun, how they got into this state of panicky touches. They broke apart, Danny's lips swollen and red from the ferocity of it. His hips bucked into Vlad's thigh, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He was aching, his dick having gotten hard from all of the stimulation. He wasn't in his right mind, if he was, he would be forcing Vlad away. Everything was foggy as they gazed at each other, Danny unable to stop rutting against his leg.
Vlad could barely breathe, staring down in wonder at the boy. He was grinding against his leg, trying to get off on the friction alone. He felt himself grow harder, his breath hitching in his throat. Lord help him. He wanted to touch him more, but he couldn't. The fire ants were threatening him. They wanted to crawl out from under his fingertips. Vlad focused back on the boy, seeing the beautiful eyes half-lidded. The boy was close, his breathing growing quicker and more frantic.
He quickly pulled away. There was a low whine of complaint, Daniel panting up at him. "I have a favor to ask of you, little badger," Vlad cooed softly as he made sure to stay out of arm's reach. The boy looked at him, his normally bright eyes glazed over. He had his full attention on the man before him. "Will you touch yourself for me? I want to see how you would do it before you came here..." The request elicited a confused and frustrated squeak from the boy.
"N-No, there is no way in hell... No way.. I'm not doing that shit... E-Especially not for you... fucking fruitloop..." The boy's breaths came out as raspy moans, trying to keep himself from touching his growing need. Danny fought back his whimpers, choking them down. He couldn't stop his hands from rubbing his thighs needily. Vlad raised a silver eyebrow, amused that his request brought Daniel back to himself somewhat. Hadn't the boy been about to bring himself to an end on Vlad's thigh just moments before?
"If you don't, I can throw you back outside and let you stay there. I won't be able to let you back in." Danny quickly froze, his fingers twitching. Vlad wasn't bluffing, he could tell. The idea of facing the beast outside worried him, his thoughts jumbling together. He chewed at his bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood. "Come on little badger, I swear I won't look if that's what's bothering you." He was lying, blatantly lying to his face. Danny glared up at him in disbelief, causing the man to chuckle. "You can close your eyes and I'll close mine? Deal?"
Danny nodded slowly in agreement, trying to build up the willpower to do it. He knew the man would watch. It almost made him excited. "Just do what you usually do Daniel..."
"S-Shut it you pompous ass...! I can't focus if.. if your ugly ass voice is in my brain!" He snarled in frustration, squeezing his multi-colored eyes shut. If he didn't look, itt'd be fine. All he had to do was pretend that Vlad wasn't there. Danny's hand inched slowly towards his neck. Bite marks and small bruises littered the pale flesh. His long fingers squeezed hard, stars bursting behind his eyelids. His breaths came out in harsh wheezes, trying to cut off as much of the airflow as possible. This was his process, and he had been unable to get off without it.
His other hand slowly slid down, flicking his slit with a choked sigh. It was nerve-wracking, feeling Vlad's eyes on him. They followed his every movement, he could feel it. He wanted to please the man for some reason, to turn the man on like he had been. No, he didn't want to do this. He was being forced, he had no choice. Vlad was giving him no choice.
Daniel's hands were gorgeous, his nails glittering prettily as they dug into his pale neck. They drew blood. This was really how the boy did it? What a dirty little badger. Vlad sat back, wanting to enjoy the show. His dark eyes roamed hungrily down his body, focusing on Daniel's main interest. Cookie crisps, even there was beautiful. Daniel's fingers were slick and making quick work of his frustrating arousal. Vlad wanted to reach out, to help him over the edge. No, he'd be sullied. He wouldn't touch. He would die before touching it, even if it was beautiful.
Vlad's face grew red as Daniel's soft pants filling the air. His little badger was so into it, lost in the pleasure. His back arched and his toes curled from the sensations. He couldn't help it. He leaned in close, his lips barely touching the boy's ear. "I bet that feels so good... I bet you want to cum for me. You want me to see it..." Daniel flushed even more, his grip tightening on his throat. Another moan slipped past his lips. His face was growing a gorgeous shade of purple.
"Do it, my pretty little badger... I want to see your face. Imagine it's me, my hand on your throat," his words had a noticeable effect. Daniel seemed to be brought closer, his hand losing its rhythm and becoming erratic. The boy was letting out soft cries, finding it hard to focus from the lack of air. Vlad's name slipped out a few times. He continued to whisper, nipping softly at the boy's sensitive lobe. It was over within seconds, Daniel squirming and crying out as it hit him. Vlad watched as his little badger's seed was slowly washed down the drain. "You did so good..." He softly kissed the top of his head.
After the cool down, Danny breathed shallowly. His throat hurt every time he swallowed, dark purple finger marks like violent gashes. He looked up at Vlad, begging for his approval silently. The man didn't look at him, acting as if it had never happened. "I need you to finish washing me, little badger. We never got past my hair." Danny's face fell, using the wall to help himself back up. He thought... He thought he had done okay? No. He was humiliated. His ears glowed bright red as anger took over, a scowl forming. He would never forgive Vlad. No matter what.
