Title: Maybe Not Just a Pet 4/?
Character/Pairing: Scud, Deacon Frost.
Word Count: 807
Rating: T+
Warnings: Master/slave themes, language, mentions to past abuse.
Summary: Waking up boxed in is a weird experience in all for Scud.
Notes: Now a series!
Scud didn't remember falling asleep in Deacon's bed as he slowly started coming to. Weary eyes cracked slightly as he felt something creating a barrier to block his breath and bounce it back to him. In his daze, Scud assumed it was a pillow but as his eyes opened more – he saw it was not.
It was Deacon's arm because he was lying on his stomach beside him, face in the pillow with arms on their side. He almost thought the vampire was sleeping, but knew they didn't really. He stiffened, worried that maybe he wasn't supposed to be sleeping there and – oh god, Deacon would kill him.
He shifted, shying away and attempting to get up but…Scud only hit his head on something above him. Something like a ceiling. A soft groan slipped from him as he pressed a hand to where he hit his forehead while laying back again.
"I see you're awake," Deacon said, not sounding drowsy at all.
Scud's breath caught in his throat and he froze, a shiver running through him as he managed to say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'd get up but I don't…"
"It's still light out and the top half's lowered. You're fine here for now. It's not like you can't breathe."
That was a good point. One that Scud could probably question, but he could ask in the future when his head didn't hurt so much. The human rubbed the spot with a tiny wince and mumbled, "Thank you."
Some movement and he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Deacon roll onto his side, propping himself on his elbow as if to keep an eye on Scud. This is also when he noticed the vampire was lacking a shirt. And that he really wasn't all that bad looking. Actually, Scud would rank him pretty good looking had he not known what he was. It was no wonder that people seemed to follow Deacon around or fawn over him.
A moment passed and Scud's thoughts started to wander as he tried to keep staring at the pillow slightly blocking his view in his left eye. Everything in this situation told him that Deacon wanted something, maybe him. He wasn't too clear. So Scud cleared his throat and said, "So do you want me to…?" His brow knotted and lower lip was pulled between his teeth, unsure of everything.
"Do I want you to what?" Deacon asked, tone sounding somewhat irritated.
A shrug of a shoulder and Scud filled in the blank he'd previously left. "Sex? I didn't know if you wanted me to…" Scud's eyes really just couldn't help themselves in that moment, trailing sideways down Deacon's torso to his belt and back again.
The expression on Deacon's face shifted to one similar to amusement. There was disgust, but mostly amusement. "You think I wanna use you for sex? Is that what happened before? Because I don't want you to fucking touch me, quite frankly."
Scud didn't say anything. He simply closed his eyes and gave a nod. If that's not what he wanted him to do, then he wouldn't fight the vampire on it. But his ego was telling him otherwise, peeping in the back of his mind that he could do so good. That he could be whatever Deacon needed.
Deacon's voice interrupted his train of thought when he shouted at him. "Hey. I fucking asked you a question!"
"Sorry," Scud mumbled. He opened his eyes and swallowed, half nodding. "Sex toy and blood bag. That was me."
Lips curled into one of pure disgust and Deacon rolled onto his back. "Disgusting. I should just go kill him since he did the same to the others, didn't he?"
"Yeah. Some more than others. Mostly just us in the lower area. Everyone above got better treatment."
Something of a grumble came from Deacon and Scud watched as he seemed to be irritated just by hearing this all. He chewed on his lower lip a moment before suddenly, his little peeping ego spoke up. "Are you super sure? Because I'm pretty damn good." And just as the words came out, he wanted to punch himself in the face.
He didn't have to though. He didn't have to deal with any repercussions or reactions because the top of the bed suddenly hissed as it started to open and Deacon seemed to ignore him, getting up and moving around the bed. "Rest your head. Hope you don't have any damn brain damage, pet."
Scud blinked, rolling to stare at the top of the bed which now looked like the ceiling. Was it him, or had Deacon sounded more angry than usual when he spoke before leaving? Sighing, he just took the hint that he'd said the wrong thing and shut his eyes to rest.