A/N: Dom/sub scene with a bit of a twist. Warnings for bondage, whipping, biting and blood (not gory), and a touch of implied anxiety. Rated M.
The door swings open slowly, wood creaking, its echo unsettling as Sebastian struts inside the dark, hushed room. A single shaft of silvery moonlight from a nearby window leads him to the pale man kneeling tall on the hardwood floor – his head bowed, his eyes downcast, the picture of perfect submission.
"Well, well, well," Sebastian says, his voice thick with the sound of his disapproval, "what have we here?"
The man on the floor doesn't speak, he doesn't move. He's been kneeling, basking in his torment, waiting for over an hour, but time means little to him here in this place of discipline and obedience, this cave where he comes to find his focus and become himself again.
Sebastian grins at the man's unflinching devotion. He shuts and locks the door behind him, the latch sliding into place with the discordant screech of metal rubbing against metal, followed by an audible click.
"It has come to my attention that you have been a very very bad boy," Sebastian says, using a specific, practiced sneer in his voice – a sarcastic overtone required in the control of the man at his feet, "and for that, you need to be punished."
Sebastian eyes the man in the shining moonlight, still as polished stone, but beneath his skin a tremor of something sick and dangerous tries desperately to break free – to reach out to Sebastian and bring him to his knees. Sebastian is careful. He's seen this before. For the most part, he knows how to handle it, yet it's still risky.
Sebastian has to be completely on his guard. He was mostly asleep when the man slipped in, quietly retreating to his appointed spot in the playroom, and knelt on the floor to wait for punishment to come.
Sebastian circles the man. He's naked - his clothes hung neatly on a hook in the corner. His hands rest on his knees, long fingers with perfectly manicured nails curled over the joints. His broad shoulders do not sag, and his spine is straight. His hair falls in front of his face, but Sebastian can still see him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Sebastian tutts, clucking with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Shame on you."
The man on the floor shivers the tiniest bit – not out of cold and not out of fear. It's a reaction to being taunted, one that's hard for the man to repress.
"Now, now," Sebastian continues, upping the ante slightly, "none of that." Sebastian goes to the wall and picks a collar from a long line of collars hanging. He chooses one that is thick and spiked with a D-ring in the center. He works quickly, collaring the man, pulling the strap tight. He hooks the D-ring to a chain attached to a bolt in the floor, and there he has the man tethered, rendering him less of a threat.
The collar and the chain are not meant to hurt him or provoke him. Its purpose is to sedate him – to keep him grounded. It's not so much a physical barrier but a mental one. It's a boundary that he's been conditioned to respect.
Sebastian steps back and looks down at the chained man.
The danger – for the moment – has been locked safely away.
"Alright now," Sebastian says, returning to the wall for what he knows he'll need, "I think the braided bullwhip." He reaches out to touch it, feeling a nibble of apprehension creep under his skin when his fingertips come in contact with the leather whip, but he doesn't allow himself to linger on it.
Sebastian knows that he is waiting.
He can hear Sebastian's heartbeat.
He can smell Sebastian's fear.
Sebastian needs to push the fear aside to do this correctly or he'll be the one punished for his failure.
He wraps his fingers around the handle and lifts the whip off its hook on the wall.
"This has to be my favorite," Sebastian says, unrolling it and snapping it once in the air, "the sound that it makes, the marks it leaves…"
Sebastian runs the braided end of the whip over the man's skin, caressing his back from his shoulders down along the reach of his spine. Sebastian hears the links of the chain slide together as the chain tightens, the man having straightened up farther to follow the movement of the whip along his skin.
"Eager," Sebastian mumbles. "So very eager to be punished. Maybe I should wait a while."
Sebastian feels the growl more than he hears it, and he knows he's stepped over the line.
"I think thirteen lashes will be sufficient," Sebastian backpedals quickly, rectifying his mistake. He steps put and plants his feet, keeping an eye trained on the unblemished back he's about to mar.
"Shall I make you count it out for me?" he asks, his voice a little less confident than before. He waits a moment in the silence, waiting for an objection before he begins. Sebastian raises his arm and brings the whip down, the tip barely cutting into the man's skin, leaving an angry welt right below his shoulder blade.
"One," the man grinds out. The word is slightly slurred, as if he's struggling to speak.
"Very good," Sebastian praises. "Let's try that again."
He raises his hand and brings the whip down again, this time making a deeper mark along the opposite shoulder blade.
"Two," the man says. Concern grows in Sebastian's mind when the man's voice sounds just as slurred as before.
Sebastian says nothing with the next two lashes, aiming these on the man's buttocks. The chain tightens as he groans, "three…four…"
The slurring starts to subside and Sebastian feels calmer. The voice of the man on his knees is gravelly, menacing, but now it sounds much more human than before.
"That's it," Sebastian mutters, not so much in the commanding, dominating tone, but more in a supportive, comforting way, "come back to me."
His whip comes down three more times, one lash following on the heels of the lash before it, needing the rapid fire strikes to quicken the change.
"Five…six…seven…"
Each strike banishes the monster farther and farther away, and his Kurt starts to return.
Sebastian snaps two matching lashes over Kurt's thighs, and he hears the chain tighten again.
"Eight…nine…"
The growling is less threatening, more evocative. Kurt is extending the reach of his mind to touch Sebastian. Kurt sends Sebastian images of praise, of reward – a night of glorious rapture ahead of him for his obedience. This brings Sebastian's bravado back and his hand comes down again.
"Ten…"
Kurt fights to keep from throwing his head back, not quite done with his transformation, but it's visible enough to Sebastian that he risks a harder hit.
Two more, in fact.
The sound of the whip snapping vibrates through the air.
"Eleven…twelve…"
The utterance that passes between Kurt's lips shoots straight through Sebastian's body, touching every nerve ending, igniting every muscle fiber.
It's like a kiss.
It sears his skin without a single touch.
It's a promise of things to come.
Sebastian can see the marks on Kurt's back – some simply swollen, some areas of skin broken, blood that Sebastian knows isn't entirely Kurt's seeping down his skin, painting it in morbid streaks of red.
Sebastian finds an unmarked area on Kurt's left thigh and aims there. The whip slices through cleanly and Kurt moans.
"Thirteen…"
It sounds like a sigh.
It's intoxicating, alluring. It makes Sebastian want. It pools in his stomach like blistering, molten gold, so hot his body can't contain it. He needs that sigh to release it. He raises his hand again.
Kurt straightens his back at the nearly imperceptible sound of the whip end sweeping the floor, ready to strike.
"Enough, pet," Kurt commands and Sebastian jolts, taking a step back as Kurt rises from his kneeling position on the floor, the links of the chain that keep him bound breaking apart with little effort from the vampire, still collared and on his feet. He turns to Sebastian, pressed against the wall behind him.
"W-was that…"
"Perfect, pet," Kurt coos. He reaches out a hand and Sebastian relinquishes the whip. Kurt smiles – blood red lips parting to reveal fangs that have shrunk significantly since his return home. "You did excellently."
Kurt had left Sebastian alone in their bed, as he does almost every night, to haunt the city streets and feed. Kurt searches out people who think evil thoughts too loudly. He feasts on those who would prey on others.
It's not out of a sense of nobility.
He enjoys the chase.
He happened to stumble across a vagrant whose mind crossed the line from evil to psychopathic. Kurt had absorbed his blood lust, his thirst for vengeance (a vengeance which will go unfulfilled). Kurt left his broken and mangled body in a dumpster behind an alley, and took to the streets in a frenzy. He had no choice but to return to his apartment and turn himself over to the service of his loyal pet, to bring him back to normality…or, at least, as normal as Kurt's vampire nature would allow him to be.
Sebastian stands as straight as he dares, careful not to look too proud with himself, though he doesn't cower.
He doesn't fear Kurt's wrath. What he fears is Kurt's indifference, but as long as he obeys he'll never have reason to deserve that particular punishment.
"Now," Kurt purrs, tossing the whip aside as he approaches Sebastian, red eyes glowing in the dark, "shall I reward my pet?"
Sebastian swallows, his heart racing, his pulse thrumming, all of these things quiet lures, reeling Kurt in.
"P-please, Master," Sebastian begs, his head bowed, willingly returning the power that he had been lent only long enough to complete his appointed task.
Kurt smiles, grotesquely beautiful in the moonlit room, his gypsum skin glowing, the marks on his back already healing. He removes the collar from his own neck and fastens it around Sebastian's, brushing his fingertips over the frantic pulse that speeds up beneath his touch. Kurt looks at Sebastian's body, frowning at the white t-shirt and the flannel lounge pants he's wearing. Kurt catches the collar of the shirt with the razor-sharp tip of his nail and pulls down in one swift motion. It shreds completely down the front and hangs open, exposing Sebastian's chest and that space above his heart that's marked with the fading and silver scars left from repeated feedings.
Kurt's eyes trace over the spot and Sebastian's eyelids flutter shut, enjoying the sensation of his vampire's eyes staring hungrily at him, on him like flesh-and-blood fingers caressing his skin. Kurt licks his lips, grabbing hold of what's left of the chain and dragging his loyal pet over to the only piece of furniture in the room – a king-sized bed covered in pristine white sheets, begging to be torn to shreds just like the shirt sliding down Sebastian's arms. He throws his pet down on the mattress and hovers over him, looking down with inhuman eyes at the trembling man beneath him. With one hand, Kurt removes the remains of cotton fabric, stopping for a moment to palm over Sebastian's achingly hard cock.
"Oh, Sebastian," Kurt hisses, eyes moving chaotically over Sebastian's face, his body, taking the sight of his pet's body in all at once, "you used to be such a cocky little bastard. Now, here you are…my slave. What have I done to you, hmm? What have I turned you into?"
"Nothing I didn't ask you for, master," Sebastian answers, daring to speak this one time without permission.
"Yes," Kurt hums over Sebastian's skin, delighted with the goose flesh that blossoms at the touch of his lips, "you do beg for it, don't you?"
With the tip of one fang, Kurt opens up a tiny hole amidst the scars on Sebastian's chest, the cry that escapes Sebastian's lips one of pure ecstasy.
"Yes, master," Sebastian sighs, head rolling back and forth on his neck as the sensation of this blood claim overwhelms him. "Please, yes."
Kurt watches a single drop of blood roll down Sebastian's skin, leading another and another in a small stream that Kurt catches on his tongue and licks dry, his lips becoming redder, his smile growing wider.
"You want me to make you cum like this, don't you," Kurt says – not asking since he's confident of the answer. He latches over the hole with his mouth and licks circles around the edge with his tongue, not close enough to close the wound, but to send tingles shooting through Sebastian's body, sparks pulsing through his veins.
"Yes," Sebastian groans, his hips bucking up involuntarily, searching for Kurt's body, hoping Kurt will let Sebastian have him.
"Well, then…" Kurt follows the trail of blood down Sebastian's chest to other healed over marks, each one waiting to be opened, "allow me to put you out of your misery."
***The scene depicted here might be a little bit confusing with regard to the power play involved. Kurt and Sebastian are not switches in this scenerio. Kurt is very much Sebastian's Dom. This is a very specific and choreographed scene. Sebastian takes his cues from Kurt throughout. Kurt uses this form of domination to bring himself back from the brink of turning completely into a monster.