Yah, this is probably the strongest fluffy scene written, but I've tried my hardest to keep the language M-rated.

Sorry the updates are going to be slow for the next couple of months. I'm currently working and studying at the same time.

Warning: Non-consensual and unbeta version (will edit in later days)

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A New Home

Luxuriating on an armchair while smoking, Asami waited in silence. His palatial quarters accommodated a lounge, bedding and study area and also a segregated bathroom. The commodious space was decorated with exquisite furniture crafted in an antique design and the stone walls hung tapestries illustrating a Silverblood emblem: a shield of coat of arms containing two silver vipers. The paneled windows, glassed to the ceiling, are situated on both sides of his centered king-sized bed, which was now absent of it's draping canopy since his previous bed broke. The outdoor view was shut by thick curtains colored in royal red and gold – preserving the romantic dimness of a flickering fireplace and scented candles.

Lying on the vampire lord's bed, Akihito awoke. He groaned with a low hum in his throat before placing a hand on where he was bitten and felt a bandage padded around his neck.

"Your finally awake. And here I thought I had to consummate with you in your unconscious state." Asami's voice travelled at a sheer velocity into Akihito's ear, reminding him of his predicament. The boy instantly sat up, his gaze fell to the new garment he now wore – a red silk robe that exposed the V shape of his flat chest and his thighs. His underwear had been confiscated as well. Infuriated by the change of clothing inappropriate to his liking, his sharp eyes scanned for the one pervert responsible for stripping his decency.

"Asami!" He barked and pointed angrily. "Your not coming anywhere near me! That's a warning!"

Like a wooden puppet, Asami's head tilted to the side with a baleful smile. "Such aggression will not hamper the commencement of the final ritual my little bat…"

"Nobody's consummating with you tonight!" Akihito spat. His retort came out as a challenge and Asami accepted it with enthusiasm.

"Well we shall see…" The vampire lord rose from his chair, regal and imperious in his form as he stalked towards Akihito, his black night robe glided elegantly in the air. The boy, protective of his nether regions, immediately retreated in hopes to escape from Asami's carnal desires – being bedded was inevitable but Akihito stubbornly resisted.

"Come here…" Asami beckoned with his arm.

Akihito fled towards the double door, he frantically twisted and pulled the knob but it wouldn't budge open, it was locked. "Baka!" He banged his fist against the wood. Trapped like a panicking animal, Akihito swiveled to confront his hunter. "Come any closer and I'll bite you, you bastard!" He hissed and threatened him with his fangs.

"Disobeying me is not an option boy." The vampire lord sauntered closer with each step bringing destruction to Akihito's single status.

"Stay away!" Eventually Akihito could no longer uphold his belligerent stance, he scrambled to his left, staggering on his bare feet along the way. Asami contentedly shadowed his bride in every direction. "Stop following me! Can't you understand?!" Akihito used the couch as a blockade, he sidestepped left and right behind the furniture with his gaze fixed on Asami. His objective was to stall time for as long as possible, hopefully until dawn arose to cease the final ritual and save him but he knew that was not the case, eventually he would be caught.

Asami shoved the couch aside with no hassle, screeching as it was slid across the hard surface. "Ah!" Akihito gasped and skedaddled. The vampire lord appeared nonchalant at this stage, he had no worries, Akihito was stuck in this room and there was no escape for him. Asami made sure there was none.

He also planned to tire out his bride.

Around the room the couple went with Akihito disarraying the furniture, tossing books or loose items at the vampire lord while cursing out threats and insults. But things heated when Akihito threw a wooden chair at Asami, provoking him to a level where his calm strides transitioned into sprints. The horror on Akihito's face was real… he had made another foolish mistake.

He ran for his life screaming.

Sadly he got cornered.

"Noooo, I said stay away!" Akihito shielded himself with his arms folded, but Asami swiftly ducked under to swoop him off his balance and onto his broad shoulder before carrying him back to his love nest.

"Put me down this instance!" He flailed his arms and legs up and down.

"Will do soon my love."

The vampire lord unloaded Akihito onto the middle of his bed and climbed on board to cage him down against the soft mattress. Their eyes captured for a few long seconds – one pair was filled with a ravaging hunger to mate, the other pair absolutely murderous. Akihito was refusing to take a subservient role in their relationship, that's why Asami needed to remind him of his special place.

His right hand slid up to yank Akihito's hair back to gain his utmost attention. He stared directly into his light-blue eyes with searing eyes, cold and imposing. "Let me tell you something kid. You owe me a huge amount, you are officially indebted to me."

"In—indebt?" Akihito stuttered. "Can't I just pay it off?"

Asami chuckled lightly, "A cave dweller can never pay it off, considering the amount worth."

Akihito shook his head, "Anything can be paid off, if it's money I will pay it back. I promise."

Asami's left eyebrow crooked up. "Really, your treasure cave is filled with eighty thousand gold coins?"

"Eighty thousand?! Your lying!" Akihito's eyes lit up wildly.

"No I am not lying. You damaged my property, you wreck havoc to the public, you've destroyed a neutral stance between me and Prince Fei Long and worst of all…you've damaged my reputation. I already no longer want to allow you your freedom anymore, just descend with me to the deepest layer of hell…Or shall you choose the sentence for the crimes you have committed, which involves death by crucifixion for all three of you. So which path shall you take? Death to yourself and your dear ones? Or… a life of pleasure and luxury? And maybe if your well behaved I may even reconsider letting you visit that cave of yours."

Akihito stilled, clammed up and shocked by Asami's two options.

To die or to be wedded?

The answer was obvious. He didn't want to die at a young age nor did he want to witness those closest to him executed. Besides, being offered a life of luxury and a chance to visit his colony didn't sound that bad. He could always plan his escape whenever he wanted. Right now he had no choice but to swallow his pride and submit himself to the vampire lord.

"What do you chose?" Asami broke his train of thought.

"What choice did you give me? You of course!"

"You've made a wise choice Akihito. Wise choice." Asami's sinful grin curved, satisfied by his manipulative control.

"Stop grinning like that! It creeps me! Especially when your face is right in front of mine!" Akihito complained. "If you really want to consummate with me, hurry up and do it then!" He arrogantly split his legs wide open.

This inflamed Asami's arousal and he crawled in between the inviting gap. Their breaths mingled when he lowered his face. "You dare tempt me with such delicacy." He roughly shackled both of Akihito's wrist with one hand and pinned it down above his messy blond hair.

Ba-dump

"Your twisted…" Akihito uttered faintly and rudely averted his head but a hand, large and firm cupped his cheeks and straightened his gaze before he was raided by unsparing lips. He squeezed his eyelids shut tight and forced himself to succumb to the ordeal. When their lungs demanded air Asami released and they gasped in deeply.

Such fervent kiss preluded to unclothing, Asami was bursting with impatience for sexual gratification. He proceeded to disrobe Akihito with dexterous fingers before tossing the thin silk aside carelessly and exposing the fine and delicate body that laid under, shy of its naked display. Delicious! Asami licked his lips, he took his wonderful and torturous time to ogle ravenously, never straying from the areas that it once covered.

Akihito's cheeks flushed bright pink. This wasn't his first time having sex with the older vampire however he still felt embarrassed. During the night of his punishment his conscious was corrupted by a potent aphrodisiac, but tonight was different, he was now fully aware of his surroundings. Akihito gulped, his heart thumped faster and his fists clenched nervously as he doubted his surrender.

Asami was standing on his knees with his upper body leaning vertically upright. He slowly undressed in a hot manner like he was showing off his muscular frame. Free of his clothing, he bowed forward to caress and trace Akihito's facial contours with the back of his hand. He then escorted Akihito's slender hand up to peck it lovingly. "Such beauty in my grasp," he adored. "Now be a good boy and stay put." The vampire lord left his spot to retrieve an important item. Once returned, he uncapped the lid of a silver jar and the smell of sweet jasmine wafted the area. Akihito yelped when one of his legs was suddenly thrown into the air and restrained back against his chest, giving the older vampire a full private view and he relished those spicy parts with a lecherous stare. Akihito's cheeks reddened and a sense of modesty fluttered to his thighs, adjuring him to close it off sight.

With his free hand, Asami poured the runny oil down, watching it intently as gravity facilitated its coverage over Akihito's opening – some had oozed down and dampened the blanket. The boy winced, the liquid was warm, very warm and it tingled him. After an ample amount had been emptied to glisten the skin, Asami's fingers began to slather and encircle the fleshy rim before popping inside. Akihito stifled a whimper as a warm finger travelled in and out, soon another finger crept in to join it's neighbor, then another – adept in its pressing. Akihito shifted in needy, his sensitive nerves intensified at the contact of a warmer penetrative and he was sent into heavenly pleasure by this exotic technique.

The frail squirms became noticeable, earning a faint smile from Asami, this was an incentive to him and he hardened his prods. Akihito could no longer subdue his body from begging on its own accord. His breathing was labored, muscles tensing overtime and his feet curled, sometimes twitching. "Ngn, ngh…" he moaned throughout Asami's preparation. This was just the start and he was already melting in ecstasy. Asami slid his fingers out, disappointing Akihito's building climax, and gathered his urgent bearing. He rolled his partner onto his stomach, startling the boy a little before mounting – ferocious in his leap.

"Keep still or I'll make you.…" Asami's husky tone was commanding, yet seductive. One hand secured Akihito's hip, the other directing his intimidating unit. Slowly and gently, he inserted in his erection. The blond's mouth quivered as his entrance welcomed the stretch. Though not exactly painful, he could feel a familiar thickness filling him and rubbing against almost every nerve. He smothered his voice with a ruffled pillow, cuddling it tenaciously while a hint of sadness was seen on his drooping eyelids.

This was it.

They were consummating.

Say goodbye to the old Takaba Akihito, heir of the Eastern Colony and the very essence of his manhood.

Asami begun to thrust, taking a cautious approach before gradually increasing his speed to a steady pace. The bed creaked as usual and Akihito rode along its thrill while moaning out suppressed 'hn's. Asami bit his lower lip and grunted deeply, raw in his throat before bending down to nip his partner's ear and brushing his face beside his. Their nude flesh danced as one, grinding in a frictionless manner.

The older vampire moistened Akihito's shoulder with his tongue, licking him and tasting his supple flesh with a bite so avaricious. Akihito bucked his hips upwards, imploring for a change of speed, he wanted a stronger stimulation but Asami denied his instinctive request. Instead he leisured at his own pace without disturbing the rhythm and agonizing the poor boy's burning desires.

The couple changed positions here and there, with the older vampire dictating their postures. The boy hated himself for enjoying this, but the spontaneous pleasure, it was too much for him to bear and it paralyzed his thoughts. Moving into the missionary position, Asami rammed his pelvis in harder, faster and stronger. He pounded relentlessly for self-pleasure, inconsiderate to how his partner would feel. His arms dug under Akihito's shoulder blades, tucking him in closer into a hug as he mated with lusty effort. Akihito arched his neck back with his mouth agape, eyes drawing to a close and hair rustling against the cotton woven sheet – drowning in a pool of overwhelming sensations. His cries morphed between pitiful whines, dry sobs, loud pants and a series of O moans.

Asami could skillfully work with his girth, driving it in and effectively targeting Akihito's sensitive organ. The boy shuddered and trembled whilst constricting his inner thigh muscles for maximum pressure and sucking him in. Asami felt his covets and hastened his thrusts to a higher level, plunging violently until Akihito flung his head back screaming for deceleration or he would explode from overstimulation. But the pleas only encouraged Asami and the speed soared, fevering his core.

Together their contractions pulsated in increments before reaching an stunning orgasm. Asami growled stridently whereas Akihito shrilled when his sweating body was racked with juddering shivers. They panted heavily, heaving their chests like they had run a marathon. The vampire lord withdrew his member and collapsed onto Akihito before diving in to seal their union with a final and passionate kiss – purging all of the boy's maleness.

Asami took his time in savoring this memorable moment.

A smacking sound was emitted when their lips parted. "You've done well my wife…" Asami praised with soft whispers.

Their eyes met.

"Wife?…What?" Akihito huffed wearily whilst looking offended. "Why do I have to be the wife of this relationship?! Why can't you be the wife?! I'm a man!"

"Because it's your place. Not mine. Don't question why." A curtly reply was enough to slam his question.

"Hmpff," The boy flicked his head to the side, dissatisfied with the new title allocated to him.

"Is there a problem with what I want?"

"No…" Akihito lied. Of course there is a problem!

"Good. Now, come, let us bathe together." Asami dragged his legs to the edge of the bed and sat up before offering his hand out.

"Bathe? Are we seriously sharing?" Akihito opposed this. Who knows how touchy the vampire lord may get.

"Yes we are."

"Then I'll bathe when your done."

"Your coming with me Akihito."

"I'm tired, you can go ahead of me." He waved his floppy hand as a dismissal.

"Akihito." Asami's expression fell stern, he was now ordering the boy seriously.

"Damn…" Akihito swore under his breath. He had to obey, and obey he did. He joined hands with his husband.

Several minutes later.

In the air, hot steam permeated from a spacious bath basined by white marble. On the wall, a lion's head sculpted from alloyed gold streamed out gentle flows of pre-heated water. Akihito hung at the farthest corner of the bath, distancing himself away from Asami as much as possible and never letting his guard down. As he went on cleaning his tainted body with a sponge saturated in aromatic soap, goosebumps spiked, he could feel Asami's presence eyeing him amorously. He crouched lower and submerged his chest into the water's warm embrace and continued on scrubbing.

"Akihito," Asami called over, "come here."

"Later I'm busy." Akihito exfoliated harder, agitating the water. A sudden ripple from Asami's side scared him and he reacted based on his instincts, "stay away!" Akihito yelled and hurled the ball of sponge at him.

Asami snapped his neck to the right and dodged it. He didn't look too happy with Akihito's disobedience. "It appears I have to punish you for disobeying me." He rose from his relaxed state, austere in his glare as water trickled down his well-defined body.

Akihito's danger alarm sounded and he knew he had to hop out of this bath or else… But it was too late, the vampire lord's devilish paws latched onto his narrow hips.

"Asaaaamiii you perverted bastarrdd!"

Oh Aurieas, how am I suppose to live with this sex-crazed demon?!

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The private quarters was well lit and tidied to perfection and the curtains were spread open, allowing the light of a thousand stars to shine through. Akihito groggily awoke to an empty bed, desolate of a spouse. Asami had disappeared without giving a reason why, perhaps it was work related and the urgency called for him. Akihito laid there naked, blanketed up to his collar bone and abandoned on the eve of his first day as newlyweds. However he didn't care, in fact he was quite relieved to be alone, there was no need to exchange awkward morning pleasantries, plus he could freely hog the bed or maybe use this spare time to plan his ultimate breakout.

Akihito's colony was a two hour walk from the castle, if he were to escape, he would need to steal a horse, take Eri along with him so she wouldn't be hanged in consequence for his actions, journey up north and seek refuge in the human territory where a search party dare not tread lightly, and bunker in with Halvir and Val, then later devise a plan to rescue all of the captured victims. That might work but he needed a solid plan. He cannot stay here for long otherwise his vulnerable heart would be snatched away by Asami.

He cannot fall in love. That was his rule.

Akihito yawned and stretched out his cramped muscles, only to greeted with a jolt of pain sourcing from between his inner thighs and hips. "Ack," he yelped and shifted in discomfort. Just like the aftermath of his punishment, he experienced it again. To worsen the damage, Asami did it twice last night, nearly three after their bath but Akihito had fainted from exhaustion.

Lately his energy levels had been suboptimal and he would easily fatigue.

The cause of his symptoms?

Unknown.

Although because of it's self-limiting effects, Akihito sought no treatment.

His eyes wondered around the great room before spotting a pile of neatly folded clothes with a note on top of it on a coffee table by the lounges. Finally something to wear, no more bare skin. Akihito carefully made his way out of bed and towards the bundle before lifting up the paper to read the black-ink cursive writing.

Akihito,

Here are some tailored clothes, my trustworthy maids Cei and Seo will settle you in your new home. Please do not request for my presence as I am busy with work. We shall meet again for dinner.

P.S. Look in the mirror.

"Look in the mirror?" Akihito repeated whilst scratching his head confusedly. Then he remembered the lore of the binding ritual. "Shit." He sprinted to a body mirror located near the closet and inspected his reflection. "No, no, no…" He denied repeatedly. "No, it can't be true!" He vigorously rubbed the scarred area with his palm, attempting to erase it but he can't, it was permanent and on there for eternity. "Noooo!" He wailed. This was a shame, vampires do not scar since their skin's can regenerate. A mark like this could ruin his honor and degrade his worth. "Asami you ungrateful bastard. Out of all the places you can bind, you choose my neck! Now how am I suppose to hide this?! Dammit!"

Akihito was boiling with a rage hotter than spraying lava, he had had enough of playing master and slave, Asami had always had his way. Why can't he have his? His freedom and dream was robbed and he cannot fathom at the thought of living with Asami in this castle for long! The angry boy stomped back to the bundle of clothes, shoving on the richly tailored garments one by one consisting of black long pants, long white sleeved shirt and leather boots. His outfit was royally made but he paid no attention to its intricate embroidery nor his bed hair feathering out of place. His priority was to lambaste Asami.

He stomped towards the exit, turning the unlocked knob and forcefully pulling it open. "Wah!" He gasped in surprise at the sight of two maids waiting outside. How long were they standing there? Obviously Akihito could tell they were maids, their black and white aprons signified their occupation. The two young woman looked like twins, they both had emerald eyes and had their black hair knotted into a bun, except one of them had a prominent scar slashed across her esophagus as if she were a survivor of an assassination attempt.

The maid on the left begun to speak with a courteous tone. "Young master your awake," they humbly bowed, "please forgive us for the disruption. My name is Ni Cei and this is my sister Ni Seo." She indicated to the scarred woman. "And we're here to assist with your daily needs."

So they are sisters! They have weird names!

Seo gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

"Um, yeah hi. Look I'm kind of in a hurry, where is Asami? I need to speak with him."

"Your husband has given strict orders that you are not to disturb him, he is currently attending business matters," Cei politely explained.

Your husband, Akihito cringed at those words. "He is not my husband! Don't ever refer to him as that!"

"But you are married according to the ancient hunt."

Akihito followed her glance to his binding scars. "It's all make belief!" He recoiled and covered his neck with his collar. "We are not married!"

"I'm sorry young master for upsetting you, shall I use Lord Asami instead?"

"Anything but husband, and stop calling me young master. Just Takaba is fine."

"But you are an Asami now."

"An Asami?! What?!…Wait, does that mean I get a bit of authority?" He lit up brightly.

"No." The sisters shook their heads.

"That's bullshit," Akihito grouched.

"It is a common practice that a bloodmoon victim will take their spouse's last name. However this does not mean they are entitled to marriage benefits such as wealth, power and inheritance."

Akihito's shoulders sagged dejectedly.

"Do you have anymore questions young master?" Cei asked.

"Yeah I do," Akihito recollected his dignity, "where is Asami?"

"He's generally in his office or down in Dracaena (the grand city of the Silverbloods)."

"Do you know his exact location?" Akihito interrogated.

"No, we are merely his personal trusted maids. Our job is to look after the castle and its occupants."

Useless. "Fine then," he sighed, "I'll find him myself then." Akihito spun his heel and stormed down the corridor.

"Young master!" The maids paced after the boy. "My master has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the quarters without his permission!" They warned.

"He cannot tell me what to do!" Akihito argued and continued on moving.

"Young master please!"

When Akihito arrived at the end, his path was blocked by crossed halberds from two castle guards. "Sorry. You can't leave this area under orders of Lord Asami." Unlike the average Silverblood legions, these elite guards wore silver plated armor forged from steel and had black capes that draped to the floor. They were highly trained in combat and answer only to one master; Lord Asami.

"Why aren't I allowed? Give me an reason why?!"

"The lord's orders." The elite guards replied in unison.

"Arghh!" Akihito wanted to rip his hair out of frustration. "I don't care anymore!" He pried the poles aside but the guards motioned forward to clutch his upper arms before hauling him away to where he was quarantined.

"This is imprisonment, you can't do this to me! Let me go!" He protested while kicking his legs in the air.

They seated him onto a couch by the fireplace and left. "Bastards!" Akihito yelled.

The maids quietly made their way in as the guards returned to their posts. "Young master, all of the staff in this castle are ordered to keep an eye on you. I suggest you stay here until Lord Asami allows you to explore the castle on your own, no matter how you feel. But please do settle in here, this quarter is your new home now."

"I'm sharing?!" Akihito cried aloud.

"Yes."

"Noooo!" He howled before dropping dead to his side and burying his face into a cushion.

"Uh, young master? Are you okay?"

Akihito mumbled incoherently, his voice was muffled by the cushion.

"Young master? Akihito? Asami?" Cei gently tapped his shoulder. "I can't understand you."

Like a child throwing a tantrum Akihito tuned himself out from the world. The maids looked to each other and shrugged, unsure on how to comfort the boy. "Should we just get him morning tea?" Cei whispered to her sister. Seo nodded. "Okay, remember it has to be rabbit blood." The scarred maid grunted and left, she didn't need to be reminded on what their master had instructed them to do. Cei remained behind to keep Akihito company until her sister would return.

"Young master, I understand that your upset about Lord Asami's decisions but let me reassure you, I'm sure you'll be just fine here."

Akihito peeked his face out with his eyes downcast. "Nothing is fine. Nothing will ever be fine with that bastard," he grumbled as he lay languid with his head rested on its side.

Cei sighed heavily. "Can I get you anything to help comfort or keep your restless mind at bay? May I suggest painting, sewing or maybe reading. I think reading would be great." She strolled to a nearby bookshelf lined with thick novels and skimmed past the spines to select the one that may interest the boy.

"What about escape?"

"That's a request I cannot help you with. Any suspicious behavior or requests relating to escape will be reported to my master. I'm sorry but orders are orders."

Damn. He knew it was a futile question but at least he tried.

"Oh my look what I've found, a novel by Ito Ilu. She only writes for my master but he lets me and my sister read her work when we get the chance. It's a wonderful piece of work and contains a rare taste of literature." She walked back to Akihito and offered the book to him. "Here."

Akihito accepted it unenthusiastically. "Why would she write books for Asami?" Was the author romantically involved with him? Akihito bellowed mentally. A shard pierced his heart. What happens if she was a mistress? A concubine? Akihito scrunched the novel in his palm. Why was he getting worked up for?! Was he jealous?

"I'm not entirely sure but I assume it's like a mother and son relationship from what I've seen so far."

"Mother and son?" Akihito instantly sat up with keen interest. This was unexpected. He knew nothing about Asami's personal life, maybe he should dig in and learn what type of man the vampire lord was.

"Well, she does have a lot of influence on him." Cei timidly sat down beside Akihito.

The boy scooched over a little to make room for her. "Why does she have influence?" He wanted to know so badly.

"I don't know, I don't think I should even be telling you this, however I guess I could tell you a bit about Ilu. Ilu used to be an Alvichor physic from what I know but her history remains a mystery. Although her main power resides in soul finding."

"She's a soul finder? You mean the ones the Alvichor send to journey around the world to find vampires above the third generation?"

"Yes, in fact she can detect up to the seventh generation just from the touch of your hand. Plus she can also detect an unborn child from a mother who is hiding her pregnancy. How amazing is that?!"

"Uh, amazing I guess." Thank goodness his colony had not come in contact with these soul finders otherwise the Alvichor would have burnt their corpses by now.

"What generation are you? Let me guess third? I'm third as well I've been serving my master for two decades."

Two decades?! Woman I'm only twenty three!

"Yeah. I'm third," Akihito lied. All of the cave dwellers were trained to lie to the outside world in order to preserve their existence.

Cei appeared ecstatic. "Ilu will be able to see that, she's coming down to visit in three days, isn't that wonderful?! She comes to visit every year, I admire her so much, you will definitely meet her when she comes."

Akihito dropped the book unintentionally.

Meet her?! An ex-Alvichor physic?! Soul finder?!

Will Asami exterminate his colony for reaching the sixth generation?! Or will he spare them?