Viktor
had him exactly where he wanted him. The door was locked; the iron
bars of the window were unbreakable. There was no getaway... And
Soren knew that Viktor did not lust him, not for real. The elder just
wanted someone who would fight back for a change. And the elder could
trust Soren to do that. The vampire was loyal and obedient, but
Kraven was his lord and possibly he would deny subduing to Viktor's
will so easily. Which was exactly what Viktor was hoping for.
Soren
backed of until his body met the cold wall. And there he stood,
unable to move any further, trapped. Nothing could save him now, from
confronting Viktor and his upcoming rage or vice. He could not just
close his eyes and pretend he was elsewhere, until the elder's game
would be over. No, Viktor would tell and he needed the vampire to be
right there. Body and soul. Because nothing amused Viktor more than
that, total power on his minion, who was too inferior to be called a
lover and too wild to be called a victim of his sadistic ways.
Soren shuddered at the sight of Viktor, approaching him
almost threateningly. The elder's figure filled his sight and the
vampire's confused mind could only think of this: escape. Soren's
trembling hands reached for his silver whip, the weapon he was so
skilled at, but now he did not have the courage to raise it and turn
it to Viktor, even to threaten him. Any attempts to resist could
entertain the elder, maybe lure him even more, since Viktor would
always enjoy breaking up those who were hard to get. But attacking
the elder- or even defending himself this way- could only get him
into serious trouble.
Soren looked at his shaky hands and the
whip and then at Viktor again, to meet a pair of cold eyes, staring
him with a certain dose of disappointment. Viktor was staring at him
as he usually did, making him feel like dirt. He had seen his minion
taking his weapon out and this sight stopped him for some moments.
Soren believed that he had succeeded in turning Viktor away, or that
the elder would now call for his death dealers to come teach the
vampire a lesson. That he should never, ever threaten an
elder, even if this threat was a simple joke, really. But Viktor
wasn't angry, he was just impassive as always. His eyes, the only
place someone could probably trace Viktor's feelings, did not
betray rage or annoyance. And then Viktor took Soren by surprise,
coming closer and slipping his fingers on the vampire's hands, down
to the silver whip.
"I would not mind playing with you,
servant. But perhaps we should first simply get together, before
flavoring this with further vice." He whispered with his deep, cold
voice, having brought his body really close to the lesser vampire.
Soren hardly stared at the elder's cynical grin, before loosing
sight of everything, due to the unexpected warmth of a sudden kiss.
The vampire dropped the whip and his hands, hesitant to embrace the
elder back, leaned on the stone wall behind him, which was hard and
cold, just like Viktor's chest, surrendering his body to this test,
slowly giving up his mind and soul to the heat of the moment.
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