Dedicated to Tensingomamon and TRE giggle I am So bad!  Diablo is an LoK Based character of mine, but you don't have to be familiar with the games tu understand this chapter.  hehe.  This chapter spurned from a comment that Tensing made on Devart on a pic TRE drew for me as an illustration for this very fanfiction.  lol I figured turnabout was fair play so here we are...

Chapter 5

"Look Star... Baby I garruntee this mission would go a lot sooner if Count Dracula wasn't along for the ride."

Diablo glared at the Virus. They rarely got along. Diablo did not like the Virus and had expressed it fully when they'd first met and he'd declaired that if he ever hurt Northstar then Thrax would become his next meal. He had then promptly licked his neck as a warning. That had pretty much sealed their distaste for one another.

"Thrax I mean it.. " Northstar stood up from her desk and put her hands flat on it. "I'm sure you can for a few hours to accomplish this mission... Diablo I love you... I do... You're closer than a brother but for pete's sake Thrax isn't going to hurt me... Thrax... Would you chill he's just being protective of me. Give him time and please try to remember that he has seniority over you." Diablo rolled his eyes. Northstar caught it. "You guys are to work together on this... Both of you have skills nessicary for the success of this mission and both of you have to work together. My orders stand the same... Get along!"

Diablo gave her a salute with his hand over his heart and bowed his upper body. Thrax, being on duty, did the same as Northstar dismissed them both, not as friend or lover, but as commander and sat down to work through the mountian of paperwork she had on her desk."

Thrax sighed. That had been yesterday and now they were deep in the Fright zone. Diablo was... litterally everywere. The blasted vampire had litterally blended with the shadows and quite frankly Thrax found that disconcerting. Not that he'd ever admit that the Vampire intimidated him mind you, it was just really freaky.

As well as being adept at spying Diablo was also very savy with computers and their mission at this point was to get the technical specs for a weapon long destroyed, but that was rumored to have been redesigned and rebuilt to be a more deadly problem than before.

Thrax growled to himself. Diablo's methods entailed too much sitting and waiting. As far as he was concerned it was time to sneak in there, bust some heads together and then screw things up for the Horde. Unfortunately that would cause more friction than he wanted with the Vampire at this point in time. Becides orders had been to use extream caution and that Diablo's methods were to be employed as they were effective with the least ammount of danger to the parties involved.

Sighing he crept closer, stalking like a panther at night. He had to admit he felt somwhat at home doing this. When he was microscopic on infections he'd often sneak up on a cell similar to this and at the last moment plunge his dagger-like claws into their chest. Of course hordesman were a tad more dangerous than white blood cell security... even SWATcells, whom he'd also delt with.

Thrax grinned. He was a virus and therefor a predator and his prey was right in front of him. In his ear he heard the vampire's growls at him to wait, but he ignored them. There was noone around but those three guards. The opportunity was perfact.

Just before Thrax pounced he felt the Vampire's arms wrap around him, pinning his arms to his sides and pressing his fangs warningly against the side of his neck not to make a sound. It was a very disconcerting feeling for Thrax. Diablo hated him, the feeling was mutual and he had to admit he wasn't at all sure he'd be a match for him in battle. A couple seconds later the guard changed

"There you couldn't have waited two more minutes? The guard changed so we now have at least four hours minimum."

Thrax glared at him but lept on one of the guards, stabbing him in the chest with one claw as he slit the throat of another. Before he could call for help Diablo grabbed the remaining hordesman and sank his fangs into his neck.

Thrax was both facinated and wanted to vomit at the same time. He'd never seen a vampire feeding before in actuality. It was a good deal diffrent from what you would see in the movies. Unconciously he felt his claws go up to rub the side of his neck where the phantom touch of Diablo's fangs remained. The memory caused him to shudder.

Diablo peered at the one Thrax had killed but noticed that the other was still breathing. Shallow yes, but he was breathing. Smirking and deciding to disgust the virus farther he pulled him up to him to feed from him too, even though technically that one human sated his hunger.

"You should contain your fear more Thrax... I can smell it from here."

Thrax growled at him.

"You made me hungery Thrax." he said, he was lieing, but enjoyed seeing him sweat. "It's fortunate there were two prime humans perfact for sating my hunger." Vampires did not drink the blood of the dead and the one Thrax had lept upon was killed instantly.

Deciding to return to the task at hand Diablo walked over to the computer consol. He frowned. This would be harder than he thought. Senseing this Thrax walked over to it as well, taking one panel as he motioned Diablo to another.

Thrax frowned farther, growling. Fortunately however they were able to hack into the main system from here and destroy any and all plans for it's construction and design, including backup files and even program the worker droids to demolish and destroy what they had completed so far. Well that was phaze one complete.

Phaze two was to find the plans that they had surely put down on paper. Easy right? Go in and burn it. Wrong! They had more guards to contend with and it's designers to assasinate. Diablo's patience was quickly wearing thin. He was wounded, though feeding took care of that and Thrax was really the 'alpha male' type.. he didn't like to follow orders and the virus resented Diablo's methods being employed because that ment he had to follow Diablo's orders.

On the way back Thrax kept sending the seemingly emotionless vampire hateful glares. They had both been wounded and all Diablo had had to do was feed and his injuries healed right up! Thrax would have to go to medbay for that. He sighed. It would be at least another 12 hours before they got back to base and they would need to rest soon... Well he would anyway. Once well fed Diablo could go days without sleep... another fact that disturbed the virus.

When they got to a water source, a stream, Diabo forceably pushed Thrax into a sitting position on a stump. Thrax got up, snarling in protest and tried to attack him, but once again the vampire grabbed him.

"You've got two choices.." He hissed, "Sit there and let me give you first aid or bleed the rest of the night.."

Concidering it was a Vampire who's presence he was going to be sleeping in, if he could sleep, he decided to opt for the first aid. Growling he grudglingly removed his coat and turtleneck and began working on his arms, hissing in pain, feeling a sting across his back as Diablo poured an antiseptic over his wounds... wait.. Antiseptic!

"You moron!" He bellowed, trying to scratch him accross the face. "I'm a virus and you're cleaning my wounds with antiseptic!?"

Diablo caught his wrist in mid strike and yanked the virus to him. "It is safe... for you.." he forced his voice to remain even. "I brought this with me specifically because you were the only one on this mission who would require treatment for his wounds... Mine heal up when I feed. In case you havn't noticed the antaseptic is not burning your flesh away now PLEASE SIT DOWN!!!" With that he shoved the Virus away from him, causing him to stumble and fall ungracefully on the ground. Usually Diablo had more patience than this but he didn't like Thrax so that shortened his fuse.

Now-indignant Thrax lept forward and attacked him. Diablo retaliated, irate that the virus was being so stubborn and stupid when he was trying to help him. Stupid viral git.. Thrax sent several punches at him, which he blocked easily, dodged or simply shifted to shadow form to avoid them. Thrax was getting more furious and frustrated by the moment, as was Diablo.

Finally growling he grabbed Thrax as he had before, only this time his chest was pressed against him, but his arms still pinned Thrax's to his sides and his fangs were so close to him they were starting to peirce his flesh. Thrax began to yank, but a sharp pain in his neck brought him back to reality. Diablo's fangs had come just short of a vein and every muscle in his body tensed. He'd been bitten.

Thrax couldn't move or Diablo's fangs would sink still deeper into his neck, likely peircing the vital vain precariously close to the vampire's fangs. Every time Diablo so much as moved a finger he had to force himself not to flinch. For once he was totally helpless. One wrong move and he was dead.

Finally releif flooded Thrax as Diablo's fangs withdrew and the instant he felt his grip loosten Thrax made to plunge his claws into his chest. He knew it wouldn't kill the Vampire but it would buy him some time to throw on his coat, take to the air and glide back toward base on his own.

Diablo wasn't startled for as long as he had hoped. Diablo caught Thrax's ankle and yanked him down Thrax, who managed to get his feet out of the corner pockets to avoid it being farther damaged, found himself pinned to the ground in the next moment with two three-clawed hands on his wrists and Diablo's knee pressed painfully into the inside of one of his knees.

Thrax growled, but did't let his pain show through, only rage as he struggled against the larger, stronger Vampire. Thrax really had never seen Diablo's true power. He'd seen him feed, he'd seen him use his shadow form and he was aware that the Vampire's fangs held a kind of neuro poison in them. He apparently had either used it all up on his meal earlier or had control over it... either way if Diablo had injected poision into his body he'd be long dead by now.

Still pinning him with his knee and holding down wrists, but with one hand this time instead of two and above his head Diablo pulled up the back of Thrax's trenchcoat. The virus was still bare under it and the loose nature of the coat allowed him to completely expose his back. Not knowing what the Vampire intended he began to struggle though he couldn't move much.

He flinched as he felt somthing warm with the texture of wet velvet move over his aggravated wounds. He turned his head slightly and realized with shock and horror that Diablo was licking his wounds. He began to struggle again as the vampire continued to hold him still with both arms and one of his legs, lapping up the blood from his wounds.

There was an odd tingle in every wound Diablo licked and he couldn't suppress a shudder as his tounge passed over the punture marks on his neck as well. The vampire made a deliberate nick on the back of Thrax's restrained wrist then licked it closed again to show what he was actually doing. The Vampire had been licking his wounds to heal them.

"There... happy now? I am trying to get along with you Thrax. But you are being most diffacult."

"Get... off... me.."

"We left on this mission together we must return together or there will be trouble with our commander... Now calm it down."

"Get off.." Thrax was loseing patience.

"You're really not making this situation easier.."

Diablo was now calm as he was in control of the situation. He was honestly glad all this had trasnspired. Technically he did outrank the virus because he not only had seniority, but was one of Northstar's official advisors and now that they were alone he finally had a chance to fully enforce this on the naturally dominant Virus.

"I'm glad I have you alone Thrax... I was hoping you'd pull somthing like this."

Thrax felt his blood run cold, but disguised it with outrage, his foreclaw coming to life defensivly.

"I outrank you Thrax... In the chain of command I am on a higher link than you I am not much higher but I am higher."

"We have the same Rank Diablo.." he hissed. "now let me up!" He bent his finger to stab Diablo's arm, but diablo simply sat on the backs of his thighs and held his legs together with his and once more pinned both wrists with his hands.

"Ah yes we do.. But I have senority Thrax.. I have known Northstar since she hit puberty... I have been with this group from the very begining. This gives me a higher position than you... It may be slight but it exists..." He held Thrax tighter and in one swift movement drove the Virus's claws into the ground. "You are a dominant creature Thrax... You have a nature that drives you to be in command and control... This is all well and good, but I will not put up with it and I will not see my heart's sister hurt by it."

Thrax rolls his eyes. "This again... Look I love her... I'm not going to hurt her now let me up!" Thrax demanded as he tried to pull his claws out of the dirt, but without his hands being free he couldn't get them out. They were too long and the ground was too hard.

"You do not submit Thrax... Not even to Northstar and she outranks us all... Once more I'm glad to have you alone. This lack of submission is all well and good when facing the Horde but not within the chain of command under which you serve." He growled dangerously and shoved Thrax as he yanked to get up. "You teach it to others under the ranks, but refuse to learn it yourself. Having you to myself is good Thrax... This way I can teach you submission without being interrupted." He leaned down and whispered in his ear. "And you will submit to me like it or not.. I am three hundred years old with plenty more centuries ahead of me. I have patience enough to teach you this lesson."

Thrax blinked. He hadn't known Diablo's age. He knew Vampires were imortal and that Diablo was still concidered young but he had no idea he was 300! He continued to try to struggle but found that Diablo was having a very easy time holding him in place.

Thrax was exausted. It had been a long day and he was already worn from their mission, from the battle, from his current struggle and for just plain lack of sleep! It had to be two in the morning and he hadn't had a bit of rest all day except for that breif sit down in which his wounds had started to be treated.

At length he just quit. His muscles ached too much to move anyway. He didn't stop growling however, letting the Vampire know he wasn't submitting, just resting. Diablo smirked and noticed the Virus begin to nod off. Determined not to quit until Thrax finally concided to him he jerked him roughly to wake him.

Thrax turned and glared at him, growling deeply. Blast it couldn't he at least sleep!? He didn't need as much rest as most of those he worked with, but he needed it nonetheless and this stupid vampire was being a total spitwad by not letting him sleep. He wasn't fighting anymore what more did he want?!

He managed to be able to turn his wrist enough to see his watch... He'd been wrong it wasn't two in the morning it was one thirty. Big whoop.. He started to struggle again. Once more the Vampire was the stronger. Growling and getting thoroughly fed up he bit him in the arm.

At once he heard a deep chested and angry growl eminating from Diablo and fangs were at his neck. Thrax tensed and jerked away, but they didn't peirce him. He felt his wrists released but the same hand grasp hold of his shoulder, sharp talons digging in to warn him not to try to make use of his newly-freed claws as Diablo held the rest of him down with his body.

Ok what was up? Thax's stomache turned. He had done one of two things by biting the vampire; 1.) He was turned on. 2.) He was angry. Nither was good and he feared the former when he felt a hand slip in front of him and unstrap his belt.

"Enough Diablo get off! You've made your point!" He snapped, wrenching another growl and a couple scrathes on his neck from the Vampire's fangs.

He felt his trousers being pulled down, boxers and all, and his belt retightened once they were around his thighs to hold his legs together. Diablo then got up, taking Thrax with him, holding both wrists in his hand. Thrax glared at him and growled menacingly, but the Vampire just laughed, keeping hold of Thrax's leg with the other hand so he couldn't kick.

"Even powerless you continue to defy.. I see a farther step is needed if I am to teach you submission any time soon.. If we're delayed for more than a day that will worry everyone and they'll come looking.. That gives us roughly.." he paused, thinking. "I'd say thirty two hours before we absolutely have to be back... That's thirty two hours in which I have to vent my frustrations." Thrax sneered at him in place of widening his eyes in fear. he had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

"So what are you going to do?" He growled as he felt a three clawed hand on the back of his thigh. "Surely you don't think I won't get you for this... and I will report you to boot."

Diablo again chuckled, baring his fangs in a toothy grin. Thrax decided he never watned to see that again. "What? You think I'm going to rape you? I think not. I thought you might like a taste of your own medicine for once."

Thrax's eyes did widen now from shock. "You can't mean you're intending to.."

"Spank you Thrax?" he grinned, finishing the question for him. "Why yes."

There was no way he was going to put up with that! Thrax tried to get his hands out of his grasp, but failed and as Diablo sat on a stump he was pulled resistingly over the Vampire's thighs. The air was cold on his bare skin. Nearly too cold for him, but it was fortunately summer or he would have been shivering even with his turtleneck. As a fever pathogen he was uncomfortable in any but hot weather.

He still had his wrists held together by one of Diablo's hands. He assessed his situation. This creature was imortal, older than him, stronger than him, larger than him and more agile. How was he getting out of this? Perhaps cunning? No the damn creature was telepathic.. His only way out was submission blast it! Thrax struggled. He was willing to do nearly anything to get out except that.

After a couple minutes pondering he wondered why the Vampire hadn't started yet and looked up at Diablo, who had this sickening half smirk, half grin on his face. He was clearly getting a big kick out of this. Thrax scowled angrily, growled and tried to use a sudden movement to jerk off his lap.

That was when Diablo finally began the spanking with one particularly frim attention-getting blow. He smirked. The Virus had either not noticed or not cared that he was being given a chance to save his dignity. From his position Thrax growled deeply in his chest. The first had hurt more than the rest.

He was about to bite him again but he knew from his experiances giving these to Osmosis that that would only worsen the situation. His growls got louder. He hadn't had one of these since he was a child Though Thrax had to admit he was surprised more than humiliated about this. There were many things he'd expected Diablo to do tonight in punishment but this was nowhere near it.

When he'd been pinned he'd expected to be torn apart, when he was bitten he'd expected to be drained of blood, especially when he began licking his wounds. Didn't the taste of blood whip vampires into a frenzy? His greatest shock had come when Diablo removed his trousers. He'd fully expected a rape attempt or for him to pretend he was going to until Diablo had told him otherwise.

Thrax fought to get his wrists free. He knew the position he was currently in had to be akward for Diablo and probably kept him from hitting as hard as he wanted to. Getting the idea that if he got his wrists free he could get free he began to wriggle them again, trying to loosten the vampire's grip.

Finally he got them out, but apparently Diablo had let him beause the moment he tried to roll off (that was all he could do with his legs bound together.) Diablo used the leverage to pull Thrax against him to where he was facing him a bit more and more on his side than on his stomache. The Virus growled. Blast it he'd been hoping for that!

"Damn Vampire!" He snarled. "Let me up!"

Diablo chuckled and increased the force of his blows. He was clearly enjoying this. Thrax made to drive one of his claws into Diablo's side but the Vampire wrapped a hand around his throat to warn against it. Thrax growled, biding his time and waiting for the increasingly stinging swats on his behind to bade for a bit, long enough for him to make another escape again. He swore Diablo would pay for this dearly.

"Not as cocky anymore... are you Virus?" Diablo growled at him, giving one of his cheeks a pinch before continueing the spanking.

Thrax swore at him indignantly and started trying to squirm out of his grip, but the Vampire's hand around his throat tightened. Thrax continued to growl, trying not to wince at the sting that was getting worse inhis backside. Oh yes... Diablo would pay for this.

Diablo Increased the force of his blows again and this time Thrax couldn't hold back a hiss of pain and growled louder at him. Each blow was as loud as it was painful, the vampire's firm, callused hand smacking hard against his bare rear. Thrax winced visably this time, growling again.

The last time he'd been over somone's knee he was like twelve and it was his strict, but loving father that had delt it. He couldn't remember the offence he was being punished for, but he did remember being more embarassed than hurt by it, but he'd cried anyway. After all what else can a twelve year old do when being spanked?

Thrax tried to pry Diablo's hand from around his throat, but there was nothing that would work to get them off. His grip was tight as a vice, he could breathe only just enough and he let out a quiet gasp. He was getting sorer and sorer and didn't want to admit that his blows were hurting more and more.

He continued to struggle. He wanted to get off his lap. He was vaguely concidering that the vampire probably had a hard on... He couldn't tell because of the armor Diablo wore. His growls got louder and louder until finally he felt the hand snap to the back of his neck, claws pointed at the back of his neck.

"You should calm down or I'll have to take more extream measures Thrax." Diablo warned.

Thrax only growled louder and tried to break his wrist. Damn thing wouldn't break. Rolling his eyes Diablo made good on his promise and reached into his pocket for somthing, keeping Thrax down with strategically placed claws. Thrax was not amused at the irony of this being similar to the way he'd restrained Osmosis the first thime he's spanked him.

It wasn't long before he felt somthing cold and slick being poured on his backside. He frowned and struggled again, feeling a clawed hand grip his throat so tightly it made it diffacult to breathe. Diablo's other hand moved over now warm and tender skin as he spread the substance over every inch of the back of his thighs and buttocks, even going between them. He tensed and growled as Diablo's claw stopped just short of entering him.

"Heh... my apologies Thrax... I'm used to doing that during such a scene with my lovers... It won't happen again." Diablo smirked.

"You did that on purpose!" he snarled.

From across his lap the Virus let out a quiet yelp as diablo's hand came down on him again. The oil served to magnify and deepen the sting, turning it to a prickly burning sensation. Thrax bit his lip against the pain, snarling. So the blasted Vampire was getting off on it. Blast him!

He tried to yank up at the next harder stinging swat. Stupid... blasted... Vampire! He was going to seriously regret this! Thrax growled louder, trying to get off his lap in any way possable. It wasn't easy to fight, however as Diablo kept his claws firmly wrapped around his throat, tightening his grip dangerously every time Thrax got violent.

His growls and hisses increased in volume and Diablo's rose to meet them. Thrax grasped hold of his arm, leaving scratchmarks, but they healed up quickly due to the Vampire's earlier large meal. Diablo's hand was hard as steel and ten times as strong.

As thick as his hide was Thrax was really getting hurt by this. Diablo was laying it on thick and showed no signs of tireing. Then again vampires don't tire easily... yet another reason this was gonna be a long night.

Growling he started moveing his legs, maybe if he could kick his pants the rest of the way off he could use his freed legs to help break Diablo's grip. When the Vampire's hand tightened around his throat again he focused more on trying to break that girp. He sneered. Would he quit or what?

Fine... mind over matter then. Thrax held his breath and tried to ignore the pain, pushing it to the back of his mind as if it didn't matter. Diablo's responce was to slap him even harder. The sound echoed through the trees and it was all Thrax could do to keep from crying out.

He was now hitting so hard he litterally had to pause between blows to get enough speed for the next strike. He gritted his teeth now against the burning pain that was too intense to ignore. He was breifly reminded of the alcohol he'd fallen into after his attempt on Frank.

Ok so this was a little more diffacult than he'd anticipated. He grasped onto Diablo's arm, trying to wrench his grip away. Grimacing in pain he continued to try to wriggle out of his grasp, but it wasn't much use. He reminded himself that The vampire had strength enough to easily reach his hand into a fully armored chest, grasp the heart and pull it out, still beating. A grim thought, but it made Thrax realize that even then Diablo wasn't doing this as hard as he could.

"You're so stubborn Thrax..." Diablo purred, making Thrax desire more than ever to rip his throat out.

He didn't let up with his hand either. He was certian Diablo had already left bruises and he vowed once more that he'd pay for this humiliation. Growling still he clenched his fists, one hand grasping hold of the stump then let out a half growl half yelp when Diablo poured a little more oil on his backside, apparently figureing he wasn't in enough pain.

Once more the pain increased and he felt his claws dig into the wood of the stump, his other hand clenched in a fist. He barely regestered the sting of his own claws digging into his palms. He was enraged to Hear Diablo chuckle as he paused. He was about to try attacking him to get up when he heard a loud snap and the rustle of tree branches.

He turned to look, seeing that Diablo had broken a switch off a nearby tree and had stripped it in one swipe of his hand. Because his hot, thirsty skin had already absorbed most of the oil Diablo rubbed the rest of it in(very uncomfortable for Thrax) and poured on some more. This done he brought the switch down on him with a sharp 'thwick.'

Thrax let out a quiet gasp. That was just a bit harder to fight than Diablo's hand, painful though it was. The sting was more intense, sharp and lingered longer than what he was using before. He felt a bit of fear welling up in him again, replacing the outrage. He remembered from accidently doing so with Osmosis that a switch can easily break the skin if not used carefully enough.

Now he had stopped immediately when he'd realised what he'd done the first and only time he'd switched Osmosis. He seriously doubted that he would be shown the same concideration. The Virus's struggles reinforced ten fold and he grasped Diablo's wrist, desperately trying to pry it off.

He barely regestered Diablo's chuckleing as he focused more on trying to break his grasp and get away. He was fully afraid now, Daiblo knew and he let the Virus's fear fuel him. Each blow had to sting like mad and he heard Thrax's pained and angry hiss as he switched his thighs as well.

Thrax's assumtion was correct that Diablo would not care much if he broke the skin. He was certian nearly every one had but it was really like two so far. Another thing he detested about the switch was that it was also a very quiet way to punish him. Soon he would be unable to contian his cries and they would easily rise above the impliment's colisions with his flesh.

Another stinging bite that brought not just a welt but an instant bruise. By this point Diablo saw that the virus's rump was nearly covered in them. Some in the shape of his three digited hand, most from the switch. Cliche though it was Diablo had always been a bit of a sadist. Of course most of those he'd done this to also fully consented to it. In Thrax's case it was pure punishment. Smirking he raised his hand highter and allowed the switch to linger on his backside a moment before raising it for the next strike.

This time Thrax could not contain his cry. He clenched his teeth and hissed, refusing to finish it, but he cried out. His fist clenched tightly on the stump, crushing a chunk on it. He felt the bite of splinters dig into his left palm as his other set of claws dug into the flesh above Diablo's right knee and his body had gone riged, fighting the pain. He didn't try to attack again when Vampire's hand moved to his shoulders.

As stubborn and thick-skinned as he was Thrax couldn't hold out forever. He didn't dare glance back at the state of his backside, but he knew from the feel of it that each bite of the switch had caused welts, bruises, scratches or a combination thereof.

Thrax's jaws were clenched tight. Diablo didn't seem to much care that daggerlike claws were digging into his leg and that suited Thrax just fine. For the first time in years he felt like a little boy again... like he was going to cry. He refused to allow that. He'd despised this creature from day one and there was no way he was going to let his fear show in that manner. Perhaps soon Diablo would get bored and let him go sleep off his exaustion and pain.

Diablo wasn't having it, putting more force behind his blows. Thrax let out another cry, unable to hold all of them back now. He swore under his breath, grunting in pain as another one went perfactly over a previous stripe. By now there really wasn't much unmarked flesh left on his bottom so now nearly every new stripe would go over an old one.

"Getting diffacult to take Virus?" Diablo hissed. "Just surrender and it will be over I promise you."

Thrax shook his head, but let out a whimper as the switch landed across both thighs at once. Diablo continued whipping him there for a few minutes, giving his bottom a breif rest so that when he suddenly began striking the tenderized flesh again Thrax wouldn't be expecting it as much. Thrax's responce was to cry out and withdraw his claws from Diablo's leg to try and push up again.

"Stop it Diablo!" Thrax snarled, echoing his own words from earlier. "You've made your point now enough!"

Diablo smirked again and Thrax fully cried out, feeling an intense burn as Diablo poured a tad more oil on damaged skin and then began again with the switch. He held fast to the stump with both hands, too tired to try to get up again, but not tired enough to stop fighting the pain. Thrax had stopped thinking of this as a spanking long ago, he was being whipped. That's all there was to it.

He had to admit, however, that Diablo did have a point earlier. Thrax never had been good at taking orders or being subordinent. And Diablo obviously had a problem with his problem, especially when on a mission. He supposed some sort of disciplinary action had been in order but this was too much!

He stilled, fighting the pain as he tried to wait it out. He closed his eyes, tensing hisbody so much he actually trembled from the effort. Diablo chuckled at the Virus across his knees. So Thrax was finally begining to show some signs of submission eh? Good. He was anxious to get back to base already..

Thrax found the pain harder and harder to fight. What the heck did that supid Vampire want from him anyway? This was about as submissive as he was willing to get and if that bloodsucking creap thought he was getting anything more then.. Thrax was jolted from his thoughs by a claw brushing just below his right eye. He turned to growl at the bloodsucker, who had stopped switching him for now, but paused when he noticed the drop on Diablo's claw. A tear he couldn't remember shedding.

Embarassed more than he was enraged he struck out once more with his claws and struggled to get free, instantly feeling the stripes being laied on him again. He let out a roar of pain this time, growling deeply in his throat.

Once more Diablo's hand closed around his throat in warning and Thrax brought just one hand up to try to pry it off, though not with as much effort. He was getting weaker from exaustion and pain. He closed his eyes tightly, dreadlocks falling in front of his face. He couldn't belive that he was having trouble taking this. Torturious though it was it he was still draped over Diablo's thighs for a spanking as though he were 5 years old once more.

Both Thrax's hands now cosed around Diablo's wrist, one of them cut and stinging from the splinters in his palm. They squeezed tightly, pleading. This had to stop. He'd break down soon if it didn't. It just hurt too bad.

"Stop.." he whispered.

He felt the hand on his throat pat his face then the stripes intensified. He gasped out in pain, letting out another cry. He knew what was happening. He'd done it enough himself to know that Diablo intended to make him cry.

"No.." He said softly. "I know what you're doing Diablo... Enough!"

Diablo kept the intensity of his blows steady, but slowed down, allowing him to feel the full force of every stripe.

"Diablo stop! Don't do this!"

The stripes intensified. He knew they were breaking the skin... they just had to be. It was the only way it could hurt this bad. Thrax hissed in pain. Apparently mercy wasn't in the agenda as far as the Vampire was concerned.

For several seconds Thrax held his breath against the pain, before having to let it out as a choaked sob. He didn't notice when Diablo's hand moved from his neck to his bare chest. He figured the virus must be missing that sweater about now. He'd never had a chance to put it back on after taking it off to treat his wounds.

Thrax shook his head, growling to himself, gripping the stump tightly, feeling his claws dig in agian. His hand stung from the splinters but, as his backside stung even more, that was really not a concern for him right now. His eyes closed tightly, continueing to fight, but he knew it was fultile. He'd been beaten and he knew it.

Diablo peered at Thrax. He certianly was a stubborn one. More stubborn than he'd bet on. He had to admit it was enjoyable to finally be able to take his anger out on the virus. That first tear Thrax had shed had been delicious and he knew he was getting through. He was sucessfully getting that blasted Virus to acknowledge his dominance in this pack.

Thrax knew it. Diablo didn't have to say it but he knew it. It seemed that the moment Thrax realized Diablo had won over him everything else kind of fell together and he could barely fight anymore. He bowed his head, ashamed that he'd given in, but what other choice did he have? To deny it farther would be foolish.

The instant it happened Diablo sensed the change in the virus across his lap. Thrax hissed in pain at every bite of the switch and had stopped struggling. His head was bent forward, causing his dreadlocks to hide his face, but Diablo felt the wetness of tears dripping onto his hand, quiet sobs escaping the Virus's lips. Finally Thrax had given in.

Diablo continued with the switch anyway, watching carefully. He wanted to see if the virus would cry more openly but soft sobs and tears were all he was going to be getting out of him tonight. He would probably not cry more openly than this so Diablo stopped.

Thrax didn't seem to realise he'd stopped until the Vampire's fingers moved from his chest to his chin. Thrax half fliched when he touched him and tilted his chin up to look at his face. He couldn't read the Diablo's expression. It was neutral.

"Do you conceed defeat Thrax?"

Thrax's eyes widened for a moment and he didn't answer.

"Alright then."

Thrax gritted his teeth and whimpered in pain before the switch even touched him. The sun was starting to come up now. It was dawn and Thrax was exausted, hurting and just wanted to sleep. He'd thought for a moment he'd be allowed up, but the switch began to bite him again. He sobbed again, turning his head away in shame.

" Do you conceed defeat?" Diablo asked him, stopping so he could answer.

"... Yes.." he admitted finally. "You win... Now please... no more." he cried out as he recieved three more stripes.

"Do you submit?"

"Yes.." he gasped from the pain. "I submit."

"Look at me Thrax."

He hesitated but he turned to look at him, once more flinching as Diablo's thumb stroked under his chin. Nodding he finally acknowledged that it was over and then picked up the exausted and practically limp Virus. Thrax was completely worn out both physically and emotionally and it was doubtful he would be able to stand on his own for quite some time.

Despite Thrax's wince Diablo pulled his lower clothing back up for him and refastened his belt properly then headed back to base, carrying him like the child he concidered him. Thrax fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to wait until they got back to base before he allowed sleep to overcome him, but he couldn't help it. At length he fell asleep in the Vampire's arms.

When Diablo returned carrying Thrax rather than walking in each other's general area complaining about this and that and generally annoying each other, Northstar was worried. She rushed over, still worried and touched Thrax's face. Diablo chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of his surroget sister's head.

"He's fine." He explained. "There was mearly a battle. I treated his wounds and he's just exausted at the moment." He was careful to leave out the part about Thrax being turned over his knee. He figured it would be more humiliating for Thrax if he told her himself.

Northstar started to take him but Diablo shook his head.

"No need. I'll take him. I want to double check a couple minor injuries anyway and I'd rather have him still asleep for that."

Northstar nodded, but looked at him funny, wondering just what was going on with those two. "Don't hurt him Diablo." she said simply.

"Relax... If he annoys me too much I'll just pin him again."

Northstar chuckled, figureing maybe one thing that had worn Thrax out was having to struggle against the stronger creature holding him pinned. Well she was partly right. Sighing she returned to her office to get some paperwork and organize the next senior staff meeting.

When Thrax woke up finally he wondered why his backside was burning painfully. After a moment regaining coherance, he remembered what had gone on that night. Blasted Vampire... He reached back to rub his sore backside but felt a familiar hand close around his wrist. His yellow eyes widened in surprise. Why was he still around? He turned around to look at him, meeting familiar chrimson eyes.

"I'm not through yet.." He said simply and Thrax grabbed his wrist before it could move toward his backside again.

"Whoa hold up... Not through what?" Oddly Diablo held still rather than wrenching his arm from his grip and backhanding him across the face.

"You have several stripes back here in which I cut you. I won't heal the bruises, I won't heal the welts, but I'm trying to heal the cuts. Please let go of my wrist so I can finish." Thrax growled but complied. Diablo chuckled. "Still defiant Thrax? You should know you don't frighten me."

Thrax continued to growl but knew he was right. "What does she see in you anyway?"

"I've known her since she was a child. I noticed some hunters going after her. I recodnized one of them as a Vampire hunter that was often after me so I decided to piss him off and swoop down and take off with his quarry before he could get to her. She was in her birth form and I had no idea she was sentient till she transformed in my arms when I stopped to watch and laugh at the hunters confusion."

"And drain her in the process I suppose.." he growled. Diablos eyes flashed and in an instant he felt talons digging into his shoulder as the other pressed a pressure point on his thigh. Thrax gasped in pain and tried to push him off, but the pressure point also served to weaken as well as hurt.

"Fool.." He hissed. "Unicorn blood is deadly to Vampires if taken agaisnt their will, especially that of a foal.. becides I don't hunt children no matter what the species." Having said this he let go of the pressure point but held fast to Thrax's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Thrax hissed. "Let me go!"

"You're in my quarters Thrax... which means I have plenty of insturments of punishment on hand.."

No! Thrax started to struggle. There was no telling what Diablo was going to do now, but he doubted it was so simple as being placed over his knee again. He heard the distingt sound of a belt being pulled out of it's loops and both his wrists were pinned behind his back, imobilizing him.

Diablo positioned him so that he was bent forward on the bed, legs draped over the side and pulled back the hand with the belt in it. Thrax hissed and gasped in pain as it colided hard with an already sore and hurting bottom.

He closed his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip. Man did this hurt. Ok so Northstar and how the two of them had met was a very touchy subject for Diablo. He made a mental note never to question the integrety of his friendship again.

With that note, however, came a realization. The Vampire really did care for her and wanted to look out for her well being. He couldn't help but feel a bit of new respect for him even though he once again found himself in a most humiliating position, enduring a strap in the hands of a creature he already knew disliked him.

Not really up for another hours-long punishment seesion he decided to go ahead and show submission now. He forced his arms to go limp and though he didn't fight Diablo, he fought the pain. Seeming to sense this Diablo released his wrists, but kept going to see what he would do.

Thrax pulled his hands from behind him to a more comfortable posistion but kept still, trying to fight back the pain as much as possable. Diablo was relentless in his blows, holding the virus down with one hand as the other continued with the belt.

Thrax hissed in pain and gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out. Finally he got tired of submission and attacked. Diablo only grabbed his wrists once more, pinned them to his lower back and held them still before continueing with the belt. It hurt more than before.

He grunted in pain, gasping for breath as Diablo roughly shoved down with the hand he was using to restrain Thrax's wrists, knocking some of the wind out of him. His chest heaved, he could breath just enough not to pass out from air loss, but it was uncomfortable and his arms were starting to ache and bruise from their position and Diablo's grip.

His eyes shut tighter and his fists clenched. This wouldn't be so painful were it not so soon after Diablo'd whipped him. It didn't help matters that he was still practically nude. He had nither his sweater nor his coat and his pants were pulled around his thighs.

He struggled to escape or at least get his torso up enough to ease his breathing. Diablo was as relentless as before if not even more so. He forced his breathing to regulate, but it was diffacult when he was so firmly pressed into the matress.

Thrax's teeth gritted against one another as he fought the pain. Diablo's claws dug into his wrists as the belt bit even deeper pain into his backside. He hissed in pain, feeling tears begining to well up in his eyes again. He fought them. It was too soon, but the pain was intense and he couldn't hardly breath.. he was afraid.

Diablo knew he was afraid, he could smell it. He could also smell the tears on his face and that made him roughly shove him deeper into the mattress and strap him harder. Beneath him Thrax let out a pained yelp and tried to pull away to escape.

He turned and looked at the Vampire, eyes still wet with tears and clutched his fists. Figuring the Virus had learned enough for now Diablo showed him just how painful he could have potentially made this for him he pulled his arm back far and for the first time let it fall full force on Thrax's backside with the same force he could use to break boulders, wrenching a roar from the pathogen.

"NO!" he protested as it seared him twice more and then stopped.

"Never question my affection for her again... Ever Thrax... Do you understand?"

Eyes closed to fight back the tears Thrax nodded. Diablo then shoved him again and let go. He then stood up to survey the damage he had done. Thrax's backside was deep red, bruised and now had three particularly thick blisters formed in the shape of the belt from the full force blows. The strap probably would have exposed the next layer of skin, which the switch had already done in a couple places. Indeed this had been far more than a child's punishment. He could see one or two marks where he'd likely scarred Thrax.

If he wanted to he could put a cool compress on it now and keep the blisters from getting any bigger but he let them burn. When Thrax reached up to try and sooth the tender, damaged skin Diablo swatted his backside with his hand, warning him not to touch it. Thrax blushed in embarassment but did as he was told. At this point he wasn't interested in insubordination. He wanted the pain to stop.

After a few minutes Diablo began to rub a kind of balm on Thrax's backside. Said Virus sucked in his breath with pain but didn't struggle farther. He should be putting cool water on it but he was a Nosgothic Vampire.. water ate away at him like acid if he touched it. It was only if it were spelled not to harm him that he was safe from it.

"Do you love her Thrax?" Diablo finally asked, pulling Thrax's boxers then pants back up for him.

Thrax winced and waited for the pain to pass before answering. "Dearly... Why won't you believe that?"

"I've seen her hurt a lot... I don't want to see it again.."

Thrax paused for a long time then risked a question. "You might have been lovers... wouldn't you?" Diablo shot him a glare. "If you wern't gay... You'd have been lovers?"

"We would have.."

Thrax paused for a moment. "I'll never hurt her Diablo.. I love her! She's my world. You can take that to the blood bank."

Diablo smirked and crossed his arms. "We shall see... Sleep Thrax... You're exausted."

That said Diablo went to his desk to complete the missoin report. Thrax watched him for a moment before doing as he suggested. His tears now dry he let exaustion claim him and fell asleep on the Vampire's bed. Hopefully by that morning they will have come to an agreement with one another. Only time would tell.