Just Like Heaven {DJIce & EvenEcho} R-18+

[EvenEcho]

 

Basic Information

Name: Demian Sauvage

Age: 300s

Race: Vampire

Occupation: --

Birth date: March 1st

Position: Seme

Physical Description

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 122 lbs

Hair Colour: Licorice Black

Eye Colour: Also, Onyx Black

Appearance: Demian has sable hair and equally crystalline black eyes like staring into the bottom of a pit in hell. He is lithe with tattoos running up his right arm depicting a dragon in a traditional style.

 

 

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Demian went into the slave quarters with a lack of enthusiasm. The last few slaves hadn't made it through the first few weeks. He was demanding; a voracious being who wanted what he couldn't always have. He was a vampire, and they get used to being pampered. In this world of creatures and humans, mingling and coworking... he found it disgusting. He didn't care much for humans, therefore his slaves of choice were beatifully inhuman and he would use them to his satisfaction.

 

He liked them obedient and coy. Shy with just the right amount of lust that made them insatiable and appetizing. Demian stalked through the cramped quarters, cute boys and girls, men and women, on sale by their slave owners and captors most likely. He wondered how much he had spent on the last four slaves he had purchased. Not enough to warrant their cheap deaths, that was for sure. His eyes were drawn to many of the rarities in stock, but none of them more so than the cutest one in the back. He looked like he could please his master, him, just how he liked it, and he looked adequately taken care of, he could be fed from, it seemed, and he wasn't too waifish, no, he would be a good little slave.

 

So, with a glide in his step, Demian went to the man beside the cage and offered to buy the prettiest slave available. He knew that there were whispers among everyone here about the horrible things he did to his slaves. He heard the hushed mumbles behind him, but in reality, none of it was true. He wasn't a malicious or cruel master, just a controlling one, with an idea of what he wanted when he wanted it. He pulled a wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a thick stack of paper money and started to count how much it would cost. He was rich, a fortune left by his hundreds of previous years of work. Now he could live off the interest and never run out of money. It was glorious! He did go out to work sometimes if not only to stifle the boredom that came with having everything you could want and more. How he hoped this slave lasted.

[DJIce]

 

 

Name: Axel Kovar

Age: 20

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 110 lbs

Species: Arctic Fox hybrid

Eye color: Deep violet

Hair/fur color: White

Position: Uke

 

 

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Axel sat quietly in the back of his cage, his back against the wall and eyes towards the ground. It was only a few weeks ago that he'd been snatched right off the streets while he was walking home, taken away from his former life and forced to accept his new role as a slave. The man sitting beside his cage had been the one in charge of showing him his new life style and was finally feeling the fox hybrid was ready to be sold. Axel had learned it was best just to do as he was told in order to avoid getting punished. These people were ruthless when it came to disobedience.

 

The fox lifted his head up, his ears twitching as he listened to the sound of approaching footsteps. A man with dark hair came into his view, approaching his cage with confidence. He could hear the whispers coming from the other people in the place, talking about the man. Axel's heart began to pound in his chest as he watched the man pull his wallet out and offer it to the man who was selling him. What horrible things would he have to go through if he went with him? Should he try to get away? No... That would only make things worse. The last thing he wanted was to get himself in trouble.

 

The man beside the cage gave a toothy grin as he looked over the money Demian handed over to him. "He's all yours." He exclaimed as he reached for his keys and unlocked the cage door. Axel's ears lowered nervously as the man stepped into his cage. "Get up." The man ordered. Axel pushed himself up and the man grabbed the collar around his neck, pulling him out by it. He kept hold of the collar as he turned back to Demian. "Would you like him restrained at all? Or perhaps a leash?" The man asked. Axel remained completely still and silent, his tail tucked between his legs as he gave a few nervous glances towards Demian. He had no idea what to expect.

[EvenEcho]

"No, no restraints... if he runs, he knows what to expect," he leered at his newest slave. He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around the slave's shoulders. "Let's go."

 

He led his newest slave to the car he had waiting. He helped him into the backseat and buckled him in before taking him back to his nice home. He pulled the keys free of the ignition and pulled the backdoor open and waited for the slave to come out. "Come on," he coaxed sweetly, a nice smile to hide his fangs and inhumanity. He didn't wait and hooked his fingers around the collar and tugged him forward. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He asked before picking his newest addition up and carrying him inside so his feet didn't get dirty and get his floor dirty. He walked to the front door and unlocked it before opening it. He took his shoes off in the foyer and set Axel down.

 

"I'll show you where you sleep and you can take a bath to freshen up," he offered, hiding a shark-tooth smile behind a fond grin. Demian showed Axel his room and then his bath and what he was to wear once out of the bath (his collar and a pair of panties) before he left him to his own devices. He left to make sure the house was slave-proofed so that what happened last time didn't happen again. The last slave he had tried to escape and while trying to escape he got caught in one of the many secret traps around the house to keep intruders out and vampires in. Then he found him and then his anger got too powerful and overwhelming and he left him in the hands of a rather brutal slave trader in return for a few hundred dollars, which he cruelly told the slave how little he was worth by flaunting the pocket change in front of him. He wasn't a benevolent master, and he was commanding and demanding, but he would treat his slaves right if they behaved.

 

He made something akin to a meal, but considering he didn't eat food nor did he cook often, it was mostly a mess. He set it on the table and waited for the bath to stop running before he went to go and collect his slave. He wanted the boy to get soaped up and cleaned off from the muck that was floating around the slave trader's den. He couldn't be seen with a dirty slave boy, but he would surely be seen with a pretty piece of eye-candy on his arm, all he had to do was groom his slave into the perfect sweet.

[DJIce]

The answer Demian gave the other man gave Axel a sense of unease. He decided he definitely wouldn't be trying to run. Though things were really looking grim, he tried to remember the positives. At least he was finally getting out of this dirty slave shop. The hybrid kept a hold on the coat Demian placed over his shoulders to prevent it from sliding off as he followed his new master out of the place and to the car. He still remained quiet through the car ride, mostly spending the time thinking about how he'd gotten into this situation and what might happen to him now.

 

Once they arrived, he looked out the window to get a view of his surroundings. His attention returned to Demian as he opened the door, giving a slight nod as he was told to get out. Before he could move on his own though, his master gripped him by the collar and pulled him over, picking up him and carrying him. "A-Axel..." He answered after managing to find his words. He glanced over towards the house as they approached.

 

After being set down inside the house, he looked around a bit. He had to admit the place looked really nice. His attention again returned to his master, giving another nod before following him to his new room. The idea of taking a bath sounded rather appealing to him. He was pretty dirty after spending time in that slave shop.

 

He stepped into the bathroom and began running a bath, watching as Demian stepped out of the room. It seemed a bit odd that his new master felt comfortable enough to leave him alone and unsupervised right away, but he figured there must've been a reason for it. He turned the water off and stepped into the tub, sinking down with a sigh as the warmth of the water made contact with his body. It felt incredible. As much as he wanted to just lie back and relax, he figured it was best to just get washed and get out. He reached for the soap and began to wash himself, shampooing his hair, ears and tail as well. After finishing up, he stepped out and began to dry himself. The dirt from the place had left his hair and fur looking dull, but after getting washed it now looked fluffier and white like it usually did.

 

The fox reached over and grabbed the panties, holding them up and looking at them. An awkward look crossed his face as he slipped them on, then put his collar back on. The thought of spending all day just being in a pair of panties and a collar wasn't very appealing to him, but he figured it was better than nothing. So far his master seemed much nicer than he had expected, and it made him begin wondering if the people back at the slave shop were actually talking about him or perhaps someone else. Still, he wondered what the man had purchased him for. He was new to the whole experience and only understood the fact that he needed to obey or risk being punished.

[EvenEcho]

Demian brought the food to his room and set it out for Axel to eat. He couldn't have his slave starving on him. He admired the cutie in his 'outfit' (if you could call it that) and relaxed on his bed, kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt. He threw it to the ground and glared at it as if to intimidate it and make it run to the closet itself. "I brought you something to eat," he mentioned nonchalantly before putting his tattooed arm up and behind his head while the other drifted down to his stomach and rested beneath his navel. He stared at the ceiling, waiting for his pet to eat and make himself comfortable. He wasn't sure why he was permitting the little creature such freedoms, but he was sure it was because so far, this little slave had obeyed him and that would only be rewarded with gifts and showers of affection as opposed to harsh punishments due to intolerable disobedience.

 

"You can wear a shirt if you would like, one from my closet," he offered, since his mind was on rewarding good behaviour. He was sure that Axel was uncomfortable because who wouldn't be uncomfortable in scandalously lacking clothes? Demian waited for the fox to finish his food, or look at it, whatever he wanted. He didn't care if the cretin ate or not, he just didn't want him dying on him. He demanded for Axel to come to him after he deemed there enough time to finish eating and dressing. He pulled Axel closer to him, since no space that the slave would give them would be close enough. Demian wanted -- needed -- Axel's hips to be positioned just so... he groaned and made sure to unhook the collar around Axel's neck. "I want you to wear this always. Only I am allowed to take it off, and I want you to put it back on when I'm finished, understood?" He didn't wait for an answer as he dropped the collar on the side of the bed and brushed his lips and tip of his nose over Axel's artery.

[DJIce]

The smell of food caught Axel's attention as Demian brought it in and offered it to him. It wasn't the most beautiful looking plate of food, but it smelled nice enough. "Thank you." He said softly, watching as the man pulled his shirt off and threw it on the ground. He glanced back down at the plate of food before he sat down and began to eat it. It really wasn't bad. It had been a while since he'd eaten anything and was grateful to have something in his stomach to stop the pains of hunger. It didn't take too long for him to finish it up, looking over towards Demian as he told him he could wear a shirt.

 

Deciding to take the offer, he stood up and began heading over to the closet, but stopped before reaching it as he glanced at the shirt Demian had thrown onto the ground. He walked over and picked it up, then made his way back over to the closet to hang it up. After that he grabbed out a different shirt and slipped it on before closing the closet. He turned back to Demian as he demanded he come over to him. A sheepish look crossed his face, but he did as he was told and closed the distance between them. He stopped just shy of him, though his master was quick to pull him closer, making the hybrid's body stiffen as his ears lowered. "Yes, master..." He replied after Demian removed his collar. The feeling of Demian's lips and nose brushing over his neck made him freeze, a chill running down his spine. The urge to pull away came to him, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

[EvenEcho]

In reality, all Demian wanted to do was take a taste, but he hadn't eaten since the last slave and that had been days ago. The longer one was alive, the more blood they required. He was glad that Axel had eaten, but what about him. Was he to starve? He licked his fangs and licked just the spot he was planning on biting. He pierced the skin with his fangs. He groaned into the bite. He fed from his new slave before licking the wound and stopping the blood flow, but it was clear the bite would scar. He lay back, his hands firmly gripping Axel's hips to keep him in place, and his eyes rolled back in his skull as he groans again, this time, his claws slipping out of his nails and digging into Axel. "I haven't fed for days and you are delicious," he offered as explanation, the only explanation that a slave of all people would be receiving.

 

Unfortunately, Demian, while rich and jobless, couldn't just sit around all day moaning and basking in the glorious taste of blood; no, he had to do things. Things like reading and brooding while looking outside at his gardens and just sort of contemplating like a weirdo. He pushed Axel to the side, nearly throwing him, like a dirty shirt and walked to the bathroom. He slammed the door and stripped his clothes to take a shower. He hadn't given Axel any commands, but he was sure that if the slave did decide to go exploring, he would run into one of many traps set around the castle or into one of the many creatures that lurked around, waiting for someone like their master's slave to come stumbling in to eat. Thankfully, Demian had wards up that alerted him if his creatures somehow got loose (like the roaring chimera in the dungeon or the hippogriffs that lurked on the rooftop). He didn't know if anything in the castle were to attack though, like the inferi that guarded the dungeons and the ballroom or the skeletons that sauntered around the staircases, but hopefully Axel wasn't dumb enough or disobedient enough to go gallivanting around. So far, he had shown that he was timid enough to be trusted.

[DJIce]

Axel had no idea what Demian was doing and why he was doing it, so the sudden sharp pain on his neck came to a complete surprise and he flinched with a whimper. Was he biting him? Why?? The fox immediately realized that Demian wasn't human. Humans didn't have sharp teeth. What was he then? Some sort of hybrid? Axel gritted his teeth and shut his eyes as he waited for him to finish whatever it was he was doing. Finally he felt Demian pull back from the bite, his tongue running over the wounds his fangs had left behind. He opened his eyes again to look at him as he lay back, feeling his hands grip at his hips firmly. Another sharp pain on his hips made him gasp and yip in discomfort, but he bit down on his lip to silence himself and bared with it. Hearing Demian's comment about feeding made Axel's eyes widen. Did that mean he had just fed off of his blood?

 

The next thing Axel knew he was being pushed off of he other man, hard enough to send him off the side off the bed. The hybrid yipped as flopped onto the ground, giving a soft groan as he pulled himself back up. He stood up just in time to see Demian close the bathroom door. "Ow..." He mumbled, then pulled up the shirt to look at the marks on his hips. A bit of blood trickled from the wounds that were left behind. 'He has claws too..?' He thought to himself. His fingers moved up to brush over the area Demian had bit him on the neck. He could feel two small bumps where the fangs had punctured. "Vampire..?" He mused in a whisper, still trying to figure out what his master was. "Great, I'm a food source then I guess." He peered around the room for a moment, then just sat down beside the bed as he decided to just wait for his master to return.

[EvenEcho]

Demian was finished showering in about thirty minutes. He pushed the door open, body still dripping with water with a towel around his waist as he dried his hair. He looked on at the fox sitting by his bed, waiting. He hadn't even tried to disappear, what a good slave he was. Demian went to his dresser and pulled out underwear and a pear of soft pants. He dressed, no shame of being nude in front of Axel. "You didn't stray," he mused aloud, "What a good pet you are... what would you like? I will give you something for your good behaviour. It is to be expected, but it is not often that slaves do as they are told, and you have been very well behaved," Demian crawled on his bed and collapsed, stomach first, face down in his pillows. He was lucky for his senses as he could feel where most things were in his room just from the disturbances in the dust around him, but he wasn't that good, he couldn't echo-locate or anything, he was just feeling displacement.

[DJIce]

Axel began spacing out and getting lost in thought as he waited. It felt like he had been sitting there for hours waiting, but finally he heard the door open, breaking him out of his thought. He turned to look at his master, who was still obviously very wet from his shower. The moment Demian removed his towel to get dressed, Axel averted his eyes from him, his face reddening slightly as he kept himself from looking at the naked man. "What would I like?" He repeated in thought. He shifted himself on the ground to look over at his master, his ears perking forward as he watched him crawl onto the bed and flop down with his face in the pillows. "Nothing... Well... Answers maybe..?" He suggested timidly. "You... Are a vampire, right? Did you get me to feed on?" He asked, hoping he wasn't crossing any lines by questioning him.

[EvenEcho]

Demian looked up at his newest slave. "Yes, I am a vampire," he pushed his hair out of his eyes, "And feeding is one of the reasons I bought you," he said with honesty. He wasn't going to lie. He had promised a reward for good behaviour. He was very pleased with Axel, perhaps he would teach him how to get around the grounds safely so he could have fun when he was busy. He didn't feel like Axel had crossed any boundaries, in fact, he was glad the question was so simple. "I'm not going to ask if you mind, because you will learn to like it in time, but..." he licked his lips, "I do admit that you were quite delectable."

 

He motioned for Axel to come to him. "Sit by me, and allow me to lay out the ground rules now that we're both content," once Axel was near him he started speaking again, "My manor is filled with many monsters, demons and creatures that could kill you, rip you to shreds. Not only are there all of those monsters, but there are traps created by the last generation of vampire hunters I ever came across who attempted to lock me inside this mansion as my prison and there are traps everywhere that you could get caught in. You could die there if I don't find you in time. Let's hope that your life is an incentive to do as I say and be wary of the grounds you now reside on, am I understood, Axel?"

[DJIce]

The fox cocked his head ever so slightly to the side. "One of the reasons?" He repeated under his breath, barely audible. This got him wondering what the other reasons could be, but he decided against asking about it. He figured just for cleaning up for him or maybe even just for company. He ran his fingers over the small wounds on his neck again, doubting he'd ever really enjoy being fed from. How could he? Getting bit in the neck and having his blood sucked out wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. It wasn't like it was too painful or anything, but it was just a morbid idea. "Do you... Need a lot of blood?" He asked. Damien hadn't taken much from him this first time, but he was unsure if that was about as much as he required or if he had held back.

 

He timidly pulled himself back onto the bed, sitting down beside his new master. Hearing him begin to explain all of the creatures and traps around the manor made his eyebrows raise in surprise. He had come from a regular city; a place made up of mostly humans with a small fraction of hybrids in the population. Never in his life had he ever thought there were such things as literal monsters and demons in existence. Heck, he even found the fact that he was sitting there with an actual vampire rather unbelievable. "Y-Yes... I understand." He said softly. The idea of even trying to go anywhere on his own now sounded like too much of a risk. The last thing he wanted was to end up getting mauled to death by monsters or dying in a trap. It would probably be best to stick around his master to avoid such dangers.

[EvenEcho]

Demian didn't elaborate on the other reasons, nor did he answer the question about blood, opting that it may be better for the little fox to just get in the rhythm and habit of letting him feed without a number attached. Numbers could sometimes seem larger than it really was, and he didn't need his slave to start panicking on him. He was feeling a bit peckish, but it was likely because he was bored. He had to make sure his slave was broken in, was safe and would obey. So far, he seemed to be all of those things, but so did the last one and look where that got him. He shook his head, thinking about the incident. He couldn't help the smile that curled his lips when his fox let him know he understood. He was sure that he was scared, anyone with a right mind would be nervous at the least in a house as dangerous and mysterious as his.

 

He reached out and sighed, "Dance for me, do something. I'm bored and I paid quite a bit for you. Show me what makes you special. I saw you, and I knew that there was something about you," he clicked his tongue, "Something different, and I wanted to know what it was. Show me," he demanded of Axel.

[DJIce]

Axel waited a bit for a reply to his question, but when one didn't come, he merely sat back and remained quiet. Perhaps he'd asked enough questions about his master for the time being. For a long while he continued to sit quietly, his attention remaining on the vampire. The moment Demian demanded him to dance or something, he blinked a few times. "Me? Special?" He couldn't help but give a soft laugh at that, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't know what you saw, but I guess could dance for you." Luckily that was something he was quite familiar with, though he wasn't really used to doing it in front of people.

 

Slipping back off the bed, he stepped back to give himself some room. He then began to move, light on his feet and elegant in his movements. His body moved with grace at a steady pace, his tail following the movement of his hips with ease. The fact he was being watched made him nervous, but he refused to let the feeling get in the way of doing what he was told. Still he worried that what he was doing wasn't enough. If he couldn't entertain his master then what use was he to him? He didn't want to be a disappointment.