Chapter Word Count: 500||Story Word Count: 12,500||Chapter Count: 25/40
Notes: This chapter includes the use of a knife to remove Daisuke's clothes and unwilling touch.

Kaiser kept watch on Daisuke at all times as the days slipped by. Sometimes he would let a few days pass in between his visits, always restoring the sound in there before he stepped inside. He wanted his voice to be the only one that Daisuke heard or paid attention to, just as his touch was the only one that Daisuke felt, let alone reacted to.

Daisuke resisted, of course. Kaiser wouldn't have expected anything less from him. Now that he knew the taste of Daisuke's mind, he knew why the other fell so easily before him.

A quirk of timing, that's all. He could hardly imagine his good luck, honestly. Daisuke hadn't known who he was or what was going on or that vampires even truly existed. Without any of that, he hadn't had a shred of defenses against the Kaiser's power.

Now was different. Now that he knew, now that he experienced it for himself, if Kaiser tried that trick again, then it would be far more difficult to subdue him.

Not impossible. Kaiser didn't believe in impossible. But difficult to the point it wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable for him as this current course of events. He enjoyed the sparring of wills far more than he'd thought he would.

It's been two weeks. He stood before Daisuke, considering him carefully, and decided the time had come. He hadn't given his pet a single indication that he was there, moving too silently for footsteps, even with the sound restored.

He reached out and slid one hand underneath Daisuke's shirt, feeling the play of skin and muscle there. Daisuke pulled away, shaking his head, and Kaiser smiled. A fresh new game to play presented itself.

He could've spoken and told Daisuke that his master stood before him, playing with him as a cat would a mouse.

He didn't.

Instead, he continued to stroke across the satiny skin, pleased that he'd seen to it Daisuke bathed regularly, whether he wanted to or not. He'd never let Daisuke know that he watched him all that time, becoming intimately familiar with Daisuke's form.

Well, not truly intimately.

At least not yet.

"Stop!" His pet declared. "Stop touching me!" Then he jerked in place as it dawned on him that he could hear himself. "K-Kaiser? Is that you?"

Kaiser said nothing. But he did pull out a sharp-edged blade and carefully began to cut Daisuke's shirt and vest to pieces.

I should've gotten rid of this ages ago. If he needs clothes, I will provide them for him.

Daisuke remained still as a stone when the cutting began. Then Kaiser carefully unfastened Daisuke's pants and slid them away. He would have them disposed of later.

Now he leaned in closer and traced his tongue along the shell of Daisuke's ear. "Are you ready, my pet? I've been waiting for this for so long. Tonight is our first time together."

He paused for a moment, letting this all sink in. "The first of many."

To Be Continued

Notes: Next chapter this goes up to an M-rating and includes non-con, but not very graphic. Ken doesn't want to hurt Daisuke in a physical sense. But in a mental and emotional sense? Well, he wouldn't call it hurting... but we know better, don't we?