A/N: Again, this chapter was co-written by Tawni~ Everything after the x's was contributed after her and her lovely Deacon-muse.
By the time Scud was entering the room, he found Deacon in the corner pulling on a pair of dress pants. His eyes looked away instead of the inevitable staring at his back that would happen. Instead, he crossed over to the bed and lay down silently.
"Happy you got my attention, little whore?" Deacon asked through a fanged smile, clearly amused by his own words.
There wasn't much hostility laced in the words, but Scud still didn't like the sound of them very much. His glance went to the vampire and he narrowed his eyes a little bit at him. "You don't have to call me that…"
"I'll call you whatever I want, pet," he said in a proud manner as he crossed to the other side of the bed without bothering to put a shirt on. While lying on the bed and keeping moderate space between them, Deacon added, "And don't tell me what to do. You know your place."
"Wasn't telling you what to do," Scud mumbled, rolling to his side to better face Deacon. It was stupid, but Deacon was the only interaction with others that he got currently. So he appreciated it; reveled in it a little, even.
Blue eyed flickered in his direction, looking annoyed as Deacon snapped, "There anything else you want while you're making demands?"
Scud made a face, one that clearly was feeling bad about things – until he finally spoke. "Not unless there's something you want." He bit his lower lip, thinking a moment before inching closer. "Are you sure you don't want me to do something, anything for you?"
He watched as Deacon rolled his eyes and grumbled. "I don't to fuck you Scud. Get it in your damn head!"
"Then," the words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Then…just let me. C'mon." He moved, shifting even closer and giving Deacon his best pleading look. "I'll say please, if you want."
"Or you could explain why you want to. How about you start there." Scud shrugged his shoulders, but this wasn't enough – he knew. "Gimmie a fucking answer, Scud! Are you that desperate to be back where you were, huh? Do you miss your old home? Fucking what?!"
Scud flinched back at the vampire's loud tone but then found his nerves to get himself up enough and plant a firm kiss on Deacon's lips. It was nice for him; until there was a sharp pain shooting through his skull and he was yanked back. Deacon had pulled his hair to yank him back and keep him pinned down to the bed so he could practically snarl in his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" It wasn't even a question. It was more of a demand out of rage.
Whimpering once, Scud said in a cracked tone of voice, "I don't know!" Maybe he just wanted to feel a little close to someone. Some sort of false pretense for a few minutes. He didn't need any more than that. It was greedy and stupid and a million other words but that's what Scud wanted.
And he should be put to death just for wanting that from a vampire in the first place, he thought to himself silently after his whimpered statement.
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"Happy you little attention whore?" The words slid out with such ease as Deacon eyed the familiar, wondering just how the words would affect him. That was what Scud had been lately, though; an attention whore.
It wasn't exactly an attack, but more of a fact being stated, and when Scud decided to talk back, Deacon found himself overcome with a bout of rage.
"You don't have to call me that..."
"I'll call you whatever I want, pet." The firmness in his voice was enough to state who was the boss, and who was the pet. Deacon never liked being told what to do, not even by the elders. He was the boss of himself, and that was all there was to it. "And don't tell me what to do. You know your place." He finished with a snarling hiss.
"Wasn't telling you what to do."
The words irritated Deacon to no end. How could some human be so brave as to talk back to him like this? Deacon briefly considered cutting the other's tongue out, and forcing him to live like that forever, but instead, he figured two could play at this game.
"There anything else you want while you're making demands?" He asked, tilting his head with a sarcastic snarl- a look that said he could easily kill the familiar with a flick of his wrist.
"Not unless there's something you want- Are you sure you don't want me to do something, anything for you?"
disgusting. Deacon hated humans more than he could express. They were the scum of this planet. The bottom of the food chain. Stupid as cattle, and just slightly tastier. It was a wonder how they survived so long, and Deacon would rather die than have Scud fuck him. "I don't want to fuck you, Scud. Get it in your damn head!" Deacon pointed out, annoyance gripping his tone.
"Then... Then just let me. C'mon. I'll say please, if you want."
"Or you could explain why you want to. How about you start there?" Scud didn't seem too interested in answering, and this only served to annoy the vampire more. "Give me a fucking answer, Scud! Are you that desperate to be back where you were, huh? Do you miss your old home? Fucking what?!"
The words were as sharp as daggers and hot as magma as they flew from the vampires mouth. He noticed Scud flinched, but the suddenly felt the warmth of the other's mouth against his. Deacon raised a hand to grab the other by his hair, and jerk him away with vampire strength.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Deacon asked, his voice demanding and full of anger.
"I don't know!" Scud sounded as if he were nothing more than a kicked puppy.
Pathetic. That was the only word Deacon could use to describe how Scud was right now. A pathetic little attention whore begging for a purpose in this world of dog eat dog.
Yanking the other's hair down, Deacon pressed Scud against the bed as he climbed over him, keeping him at arms distance. He hovered slightly over the other's lips as he moved closer, his anger still quite apparent. "Is this what you want, Scud? You want me to fuck you?" Deacon asked, his voice laced with poison as he laid the trap for the familiar to answer.
Tearing at the other's shirt, Deacon easily discarded the material off the side of the bed before he leaned down pull the other into a serious, non-passionate, but ferocious kiss. All tongue and teeth, but the vampire avoided biting the other. He didn't want Scud to be a vampire. He wanted him to remain a pet for as long as he could, because that's where the pathetic little creature deserved to stay. Tearing at the other's pants now, Deacon didn't care if there was a single sound of protest. No, Scud had asked for this and now, it was coming full force.
Shifting to slip his own pair of nice dress pants off, he refused to let up on the other's hair. Scud wasn't allowed to move. He wasn't allowed to touch. Deacon was going to have this his way, and his way only. After his pants were gone, an admirable feat with only one hand, Deacon positioned himself between Scud's legs and only now let go of his hair to replace his grip on the other's wrists.
"I want you to scream, Scud. Scream and tell me what a little whore you are." He spat as he claimed what was his.