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Scott learned early on that the most powerful vampire lords ruled by having others do the work for them. The town of Oakhurst was a threat, Martyn and Abolish had made sure of that, but Scott still made them feel small. His fledglings spent their days bouncing between building up his castle and terrorizing the town while he sat back and enjoyed. At least that was the plan. His first fledgling, Pyro, could not for the death of him figure out how to be intimidating.
Scott could feel the little bat limp through the castle doors, beaten and burnt from yet another attempt to mock the towns folk. Scott closed the human spell book Shelby had given him and let his red eyes wander towards the scholar. From his position near the rafters of the castle, Scott could asses the damage without Pyro seeing him. The young man looked fine, clearly he had stopped for a drink on his way back to the castle to heal but his clothes still smelled of the magical fire Martyn loved to swing around.
"I suppose I don't need to ask how the trip went."
"Sire!" Pyro spluttered, jumping at the sudden voice. His eyes frantically looked around for the elder vampire, scanning the dark corners of the room and yet failing to look up. Scott didn't know if he wanted to smirk or sigh, for someone who always murmured about people watching him, Pyro failed to consider ceilings as something a bat might hide in.
Scott let himself slip from the wooden beam and land gently behind the other. Soft hands reached out and encircled the other, delicate fingers picking at the threads of the borrowed shirt searching for damage that would need to be dealt with. "Pyro," he purred, "shall I assume a visit from Cleo will be happening soon? Upset about you being the one to turn her instead of someone more competent."
Cold dead muscles tensed under his fingers. "I don't-"
"You are awfully scared for someone who could just take what they want. Fleeing from a little fire? You are better then that."
The words landed heavy. Fear had wafted off of Pyro from the moment he had entered Oakhurst, he had been fleeing something and Oakhurst's woods had offered a place to hide. Unfortunately the woods have allowed many things to hide within it's shadows and being accepted into it's folds did not mean staying alive.
Scott's fangs brushed the once pumping veins in Pyro's neck. The smell of smoke was overwhelming, he hated it. The bond between them hummed and Scott debated on abusing his power. He hummed in response as he breathed down on the cold flesh, perhaps he would not do it to the extent that would cause more fear and smoke to waft off of his fledgling, but something to take the smell away would be appropriate.
Vamperic influence wasn't just a myth, it wasn't just for thralls and humans, but between sire and fledgling as well. A bond to create dependence and trust that could quickly become something more should the sire wish. Still Scott couldn't snap his fingers and steal Pyro's will away, though perhaps he didn't need to. Scott's influence was subtler. It was a resonance, a pull, and suggestion that felt like your own idea. Poor Pyro would be to afraid to feel the pressure on his thoughts. Scott simply let out a soft breath and began to strum at the bond while his fingers tapped at his little bat.
"You require a bath Pyro. A bath and a bite."
A shaky laugh escaped Pyro's throat. "Yes Sire, I will, I will go do that." He said but did not move. He couldn't, cold hands still caged him. "Sire?"
Scott strummed the bond again, a long, resonating stroke that put the edges of his little bats brain a buzz. "Come, let me bathe you."
Heat flushed Pyro's face, a rare event for vampires but the fresh blood in his system now dusted his cheeks and tinted his pointed ears. Fingers laced into each other as the two sets of quiet footsteps danced down the dark stone hallways towards the Scott's private bath. It was large, more then just a soaking tub and instead closer to a pool. Deep and large, with space in the center for a water feature to be added once the castle was closer to completion. The water was warmed enough to feel gentle against their dead skin. Scott pulled Pyro close to him as the door closed behind them. With delicate fingers he undid the old fabric buttons and undressed the young man. Soon their clothing was tossed to the side to be dealt with later. Scott longed for the day a servant would come pick them up while he bathed but he supposed Owen would have to do.
With a gentle nudge Pyro stepped into the water and Scott took his place behind him. A vase was filled and poured over Pyros head. Scott's long nails scraped through his coarse white hair. Slowly suds covered the fledglings body and slipped off into the water. Muscles loosened under the gentle hands and the stench of human holy magic was removed. Scott could feel as Pyros mind quieted and the buzz on the edges slowly crept across his conscious.
"It's such a shame." Scott muttered. "It's such a shame the human insist on burning you. You make a beautiful vampire and their smoke covers it."
Pyro couldn't stop the tiny moan that slipped out of him. Scott's hands stilled on his temples, his weight shifted to allow Scott's nose to brush against Pyro's hair.
"You've taken to the darkness well." Scott continued, "You have so much to learn but I will be there. I am here for you to listen to."
"I listen." Pyro struggled to say. His thoughts felt like liquid, his throat didn't want to produce a sound that wasn't one of need. "Please, I want to listen to you." His words hummed like a single bell in the air. Pyro felt like he would do anything for Scott. The hum in his mind was ever present, warmer and intoxicating. There was a silent invention there to fall deeper, to give in and allow his Sire full access to his mind. Pyro reached, Scott let him fall.
A cold kiss was pressed into the crown of their head. "Would you listen if I asked for your love?"
"You have it." Pyro moaned.
Scott stood, he removed his own clothing and stepped down into the water. He did not hesitate to plant his knees on either side of Pyro's hips and cup their face into his own hands. "Say it," Scott pressed, his red eyes staring directly into Pyro's, the bond formidably strummed. "Out load. Tell me you want this."
Velvet covered Pyro's mind, amplifing the need that had been building since he first fell to the darkness. "I want you," he said. "Whatever that means, I want it."
Scott exhaled and kissed him. Naked chests pushed against each other, Scott's hands returned to tangle themselves in Pyro's hair. Pyro let himself be encompassed by it. The hummed deepened, aligning itself with everything Pyro needed from Scott. He lifted his groin up as Scott pressed his hips down. Heat jolted through Pyro's body as Scott purposely jerked into him. Suggestions of what could be done flooded the bond between them, a planting a need that would never be satisfied.
They couldn't breath, they didn't need to. Pyro's world was narrowed down into the single vampire in front of him and Scott hummed back in satisfaction.
Cold hands wrapped around Pyro's shaft and started pumping. Fingers danced up and down, stopping for a moment at the top and pushing slightly at his tip, rubbing precum out of the fledgling. He spent time twitsting, massaging the blood into his quickening hardening dick under his fingers. Up top Scott made sure his scholar was thoroughly entertained, he bit down Pyros lip just enough to draw blood and started sucking. The taste of iron seeped between their mouths, driving Pyro deep into the need to listen to his Sire. Scott was overwhelming him, gripping his hair and jerking back so he could take more control of the kiss. He pushed his body taller in the water and used his hand on Pyro's dick to line himself up. With a quick brush of the bond, Scott planted himself down hard, burring Pyro inside of him with little warning.
A pleeding moan broke through Pyro. Warmth covered his every thought and he could do nothing but buck into his elder. Muscles clenched around his shaft, a pleasant chuckle flooded his ears. The bond between them was nothing but desire. Nails delicately scrapped his skin and in return Pyro weakly clawed at Scott's back. His eyes were hazed, his body warm for the first time since the lake. Scott bounced up and down on top of him, caring little for Pyro's desperate need to buck back. Pyro tried to speak, tried to beg, but all he could manage were small puffs of "sire" over and over again.
This is what Scott wanted. His little fledgling under him physically and deep under his control mentally. His thoughts were Scott's thoughts, a push to remind him of his place going forward. Pyro would gain his confidence, he would feel Scott's will in his mind and he would know his place was above the humans by his Sire's side. It burned all of Scott's self control to not mark his fledglings neck again, to cover the scholar in bite marks for the entire world to see. He would not do that, though he was sure a certain butler would find out regardless. Obedience was all Scott needed and with the bond open and flooded with nothing but the elder, Scott ensured he would get what he wanted without needed to do any more labor.
Scott leaned back, his hands grabbing at Pyro's balls and his own shaft. He moved in sync as he bounced his body, listening at his little fledglings cries filled the air and their bond. The skin around Pyro's balls were tights and begging for a release. It was unfortunate his little scholar was a quicky, though Scott supposed that could be fixed with time. Scott clenched down hard as he strummed Pyro's mind one final time. Cum filled his ass, Pyro arched his back hard and slammed his arms into the side of the pool. Scott relished in the sight and allowed himself to climax listening to the moans around him. His bounces turned to soft thrusts and slowly he came down from the high of control.
Gingerly he pulled himself free and settled himself down on Pyro's shaking lap. Cold arms encased the whimpering body beneath him. Scott let the last of his will slip from Pyro's mind, returning his thoughts to no longer be all about sex. "Such a good little bat." Scott hummed, brushing Pyro's hair. "One day you might even be worth the trouble."