Blood of the Lamb

Felicity was a bit confused, but he clambered,up onto the soft bed. Falling over at first, because he couldn't balance ln his feet and settling for crawling over to Arith and sitting in front of the other. He cocked his head to the side when the other leaned in to smell him looked like, and the,other only grew more confused. But then he felt the prick, and then a sharp,pain in,his neck. And he did try to escape. He felt betrayed, he'd thought maybe he'd made a friend. Arith had seemed so nice. Why was the other hurting him? Why? He cried and hiccuped, trying to get away but unable to. Whimpering and writhing against the other until he couldn't and then sagging back against Arith's arms.​
 
Arith held firmly onto the boy until he was done feeding, then licking his lips and then the wound clean, blowing lightly on it. The flesh tingled and then began to close over. "Exquisite," he murmured. Perhaps he would not fire Madison after all. "Stop all that fussing now," he told the limp figure in his arms, looking down at him dispassionately. "I fed you properly, so you feed me."
 
Felicity wriggled free of the other and scampered across the bed and into the floor, away from Arith, tripping over himself to get away. He cowered in a corner. Closing his eyes and rubbing on his neck as if searching for a wound. He looked at the,other through teary eyes, his tail curled tightly around himslef, glowing as his magic came to a rise. He couldn't do anything though. Not with his magic. Not to hurt Arith. Maybe he was,useless. The thought only made Felicity more upset as he snuffled away his tears and stayed in the corner, sitting in the floor. He was mortified.​
 
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Arith ignored him, sated for now, and simply tossed a blanket over to the male before he headed back downstairs to entertain himself. The boy would learn to stop cowering about sooner or later. He wouldn't be feeding him if he refused to come anywhere near his master, it was as simple as that.
 
Felicity stayed cooped up in the room and he didn't use the blanket. He didn't want to touch anything that Arith gave him. And he didn't eat anything for the rest of the day. It was his way of fighting back against this. he didn't want to be food. he wanted freedom. So he fought. He'd have to be either beaten into submission, or taught to behave. or you might be able to bribe him into behaving but for now he rioted against rith any way he could that didn't involve violence. he fought with all he had, hurting himself to get at the other. THough he figured it might not work. But he ws damaging Arith's food source, which was himself. So Felicity really was being a brat.​
 
Arith didn't even offer him food, which sortof made it hard for him to refuse it. The fridge had a lock on it that Arith had the key to. He was unable to feed himself if the vampire did not allow it. He had dealt with troublesome containers before, though he usually gave them back if they didn't learn quickly. He was planning to be a bit more insistent with this one though, unique as he was. It would be a shame to have to get rid of him.
 
Felicity laid there in the floor for the rest of the day and through the night, not getting on the bed. But he'd leave in the morning and wander the house, exploring everything that he could. He tried to pester others for entertainment, he was so bored here. Everything looked the same to him, the same colors. there was almost no natural anything here. He hated it. And he wanted to go outside but found that he couldn't find the exit to this house. And even if he did it was probably locked, he learned what that was when he tried to open the fridge. He didn't know what anything was, so he touched everything he could reach and tried to figure everything out. There wasn't much else to do here anyway.

The crystals dangling from his nipples clinked together daintily as he walked, his feet smooth and small, practically gliding over the carpets. He was so fragiley built. And of course his rear was pretty much visible to everyone, it was simply how he was dressed. And he didn't care. He would go about nude if he wanted to he had no sense of decency.​
 
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Arith watched him walk around as he read and watched TV, and drank his wine. He let him explore since he didn't see anything against him getting to know the place he'd be staying in. He didn't make any move to touch the male, he wouldn't need to feed again until at least that evening, he could even wait until tomorrow. His hunger was more often than the usual vampire who could feed once a week or less depending on their endurance, but it wasn't so much that he had to feed daily.
 
Felicity eventually wound up wandering into the same room as Arith, and this tie he did stay away. he wasn't afraid exactly, but he was wary of the other. He still wasn't sure what the man was, only that he seemed to feed on blood. And didn't really eat from what's Felicity had seen. He saw the tv screen, and his eyes widened in awe, making a little 'ooh' sound. Keeping an eye on Arith, he wandered over and poked the screen, trying to figure out what it was and why there were tiny people in it. Why were there moving pictures all over it, why was it so bright? he wondered what it was, he'd never seen something so magical before and he ended up sitting down in the floor and staring at it intently. Mesmerized.​
 
Arith raised an eyebrow slightly, flicking the remote and moving off of the cooking show he was currently watching and onto a nature documentary that was displaying the gathering habits of squirells... for some reason. He really couldn't fathom why humans sometimes found things like that so entertaining.
 
Felicity blinked when the pictures suddenly change,d and he looked over his shoulder to figure out what had happened. And he saw the remote in Arith's hand. he wanted the remote. he wanted to play with it and see if he could make the magic pictures change. It was so neat, and so he got up soe nerve and went over to try and get the remote. Intent on having it so he could mess with the picture box. He walked over to Arith, and looked between him and the remote, squinting hard at it before just flat out trying to grab the little plastic stick.​
 
Arith held it up out of of the way, looking down at the other with a rather blank expression. "And what," he said dryly, "are you doing?" He was glad that the youth had stopped cowering, but this was just as annoying in its own way. "Don't you know to ask for something you want?"
 
Felicity huffed and reached for the remote again. Pouting when he couldn't get it. he stuck his bottom lip out and huffed, balling his hands up into fists and sotmping his food. No, he didn't know how to ask for what he wanted because he'd always been able to take it. And he wanted that plastic stick that somehow controlled the pictures on the magic screen. He wanted it and he was determined to get it.

"Give it here!"

He rarely spoke, but when he did it was because he was upset, scared, or because he really wanted something. And right now he really really wanted the remote. A lot. He was practically leaning over Artih to try and reach it since the other man kept moving it away from his hand. The crystals dangling from his chest were practically in Arith's face now.​
 
Arith rolled his eyes, reaching up with his free hand to take hold of those pretty little crystals and give them a tug. "Stop that," he told the other. "You aren't getting anything if you don't learn how to properly ask for it. I don't have enough free time to deal with spoiled brats."
 
Felicity froze when the little band of magical crystals was tugged on, they tinkled together when they week .re jostled around because of the pull and that in turn pulled on his nipples which he'd just now learned were apparently very sensitive and a moan slipped out of him. His cheeks turning red as he made to get off form atop the other, now forgetting about both the remote and the tv. He covered his face in his hands and stumbled over the coffee table, tripping and landing on his rear behind it, curling up into a little ball and feeling such abhorrent shame at the sound he had made. he had never felt like that before it was a bit scary that feeling. it was so good but he didn't know what it was. And that frightened him a little.​
 
Arith gave a low chuckle, the first sign of amusement, or really any emotion aside from mild irritation, that he had shown. Stubborn and proud, but innocent and untouched. What an amusing combination. He would play with that later though. "If you want something," he told him, "You have to say 'please.'"
 
Felicity shivered on the floor for a bit, but then he uncurled himself and got up, touching his chest as if trying to figure out where that tingling sensation had gone. he wanted to feel it again but he didn't so he tugged on the little chain and gasped when he felt it again. Suddenly he wished he didn't have them but could not get rid of them. They were as much a part of him as his magic was. He knew better than to get atop the other now, but it would probably happen again in the future anyway.

He made a sound, agitated, and stomped off out of the room his tiny feet not really having the effect he wanted so he slammed the door instead. He was so small and lightweight that even when he stopped he didn't seem very angry. It didn't have the desired effect, and he was upset again. He was very easily upset by things he didn't understand. But Arith really got him angry for some reason. He didn't like that the other had touched such a personal part of him. His crystals were very important. And it made him upset that Arith had the audacity to do that.​
 
Arith ignored the temper tantrum, just as he ignored the sulking yesterday. He didn't particularly care if he was liked or not, though he did make note of the fact that the male's body seemed to be sensitive. He could make use of that. Come evening he headed into the bedroom, and whether Felicity was on the floor or the bed he lay down on his mattress and sighed.
 
Felicity that evening, turns out. Wasnt in the bedroom at all. Bed found a window on one of the upper floors after finagling his way up the sgairs, and he was more of less stuck to the window. Not literally if course. Sure it was firmly shut,and he couldn't open it, but he could see outside and he was very intrigued. He wasn't excited about the thought of having to be food for Arith, so he was going to stay up here by the big floor to ceiling window. His new favorite spot.​
 
Arith let him be and he slept without a care in the world that night. In the morning though, he wandered until he found the other, scooped him up over his shoulder without much care for complaint or whether he was awake yet or not, and carried him off to the bathroom. They bathed at least every other day here in this house.

Felicity was currently trying to get into the fridge again, pulling at the handle. When it failed to open he sat back and huffed, only to yelp when he was scooped up over Arith's shoulder. He fought and scratched at him, not enjoying being carried like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down!"
 
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