Dedicated to my two editors, Error-Author, who finds this droolworthy. Crystal who likes it despite not knowing much about vampires.

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Elias Kinney had forgotten his former life entirely when he’d been turned, now it was a slew of one night stands and slow hard fucks against the wall that kept him occupied. When he’d actually lived it had been something entirely different of course. It was paintings in the light of day, all of sunsets and happiness. He knew happiness now like he’d never known in life; it was the rush of someone else’s blood coursing through his veins, the feeling of someone’s tight body wrapped around him as he stole their essence from them. Happiness was seeing the silver moon enchanting a cloaked black sky, calling her forth and then releasing her at dawn. Sunshine was for those without senses as keen as Elias’. He could capture the sights of an entire city in the blink of an eye as he sat on his balcony. He needed no light to illuminate it

He could capture paintings and photographs in his mind now, instead of on paper or canvas. He could have cared less if anyone saw them. It was not for him to share, this gift he had been given at least 30 years prior. Not that he had aged a day past his 26th birthday, the day his world had changed. Elias hadn’t forgotten that day like he’d lost everything else. It had all become nothing but memories faded and splotchy. All except for that one, vivid evening. Sometimes when he closed his eyes in the early hours of the morning, when he fell into the light, he dreamt of it.

There was no sense of danger or impending doom. He’d wandered down the darkened street, no thought for his own safety or even the safety of those around him. This wasn’t a dangerous neighborhood like places he’d seen on television or read about in the news. It was normal, easy, a place he could trust. Perhaps that was why when a man with skin like smooth cocoa and chiseled features stepped in his path, he didn’t flinch; not even when he’d seen the sheer coldness in those eyes. Elias could smell him, the scent of musk and something heavier than that, blood…perhaps…and death but still was not frightened. The man had curls that spilled across eyes that must’ve once been warm and soulful but were devoid of emotion, and when he opened his arms Elias hadn’t been able to stop from stepping into them. He hadn’t even been able to stop the man, ‘Adin’, a voice in his head had whispered, when the pearly white fangs descended into his flesh. There had been a squelching sound, followed by the familiar gulping sound of someone who was truly thirsty, to the point of dehydration. He could feel Adin’s breath against his neck and found that odd, he’d never thought vampire’s could breath…he’d never thought vampire’s existed.

Elias’ consciousness wavered slightly but he was still not frightened even as crimson swam behind his eyelids as his blood left his body. He thought it quite strange that he wasn’t frightened but when the silky voice echoed through his voice again he reconciled himself to a life of darkness and blood spilt wherever he could find it.

Shifting in his luxurious bed Elias’ dark lashes made half moon shadows on his forever tanned skin. The silk sheets slid down his chest revealing scars from bite marks his master had used to create him; scars that would never fully heal. Even now as he slept, with Adin in the chair next to the bed he could feel him there, the presence of the one who had recreated him like a warm blanket. Moving around some more Elias rolled onto his front, tucking one arm beneath the pillow his fingers grasped at the silk pulling it beneath his head. In the dim light, the hollows of every developed muscle in his body were displayed wonderfully; the perfect picture of sexuality and masculinity all rolled into one. He lifted his head, eyelids twitching for a moment before his eyes opened, resting immediately on the man sitting in the chair.

“Good evening, you slept late.” Adin murmured, his voice rolling over Elias as though it was a hand caressing his bare skin. “Did you have an eventful evening last night Elias? Is there any reason for me to be concerned?” He smirked, his eyes showing everything but concern for the young vampire, a dark eyebrow arched sardonically.

Elias smiled sleepily, turning back onto his back he raised his arms above his head and gripped the bars on the headboard arching his back he stretched deliciously, fully aware of the hungry eyes on him. “I don’t see what business that is of yours,” He responded airily, knowing full well the reaction such an attitude would get and secretly lapping it up. Any attention from Adin in Elias’ point of view was good attention, he drank it all up as though he was a puppy, not caring if he seemed pathetic to others or not.

Adin moved faster than it took Elias to blink, straddling him, pinning his wrists above his head. He seemed to know this was a game, that Elias wanted to be a toy tonight, wanted to feel something more than what he felt with nameless…faceless people. “Is that so?” His words were slow, almost deliberate as his gaze raked down Elias’ chest. “I think, as the master…responsible for you and your…training that what you do is very much my business.” He dipped his head, sniffing lightly. “Women? Since when do you like women?” There was a mocking quality to his voice as he barely concealed laughter.

Tilting his head back Elias had no problem baring his throat to Adin, just like he had that first night. “I was out of options. There wasn’t anyone around who wanted to go for a ride last night,” He responded smoothly, his eyes closing halfway. “Either way, I don’t think I’ll have to go out tonight; I got my fill last night.” He had never been happier that he no longer had to feed every night as right now, with the hard planes of Adin’s body pressed against his. “How about you? Will my master be doing anything adventurous this evening?” He questioned, eyes appearing silver in the low lights.

Smiling, Adin seemed to relax the slightest bit; he still had control over Elias. It was something he had secretly feared at first, that the willful young man would be hard to control, would be too independent to stay with him for long. “Perhaps I would be willing to spend an evening with you, that is, if you still wish to spend an evening with an old man,” His voice took on a different lilt now, one that no longer spoke of danger, but a night of games played between the two of them. “If you are willing to spare me a drink…” He trailed off at the end, words softer than before.

“Yes,” Elias hissed out before he could stop himself. If it had been anyone else with him, other than Adin then he would’ve been humiliated by the weakness, and even so he might end up humiliated anyway. There was nothing Adin loved to exploit more than humanity, although he ignored it when it became present in himself. Closing his eyes all the way Elias pushed those thoughts aside and tilted his head back further, pushing it against the pillow, his jugular straining somewhat as though even the vein could anticipate what it was about to receive.

Adin tapped his finger lightly on his chin, smiling cruelly down at Elias, “I am unsure. After all you came back late…when I specifically requested your presence and you took a woman. It’s despicable really, the scent of perfume on your skin.” He did love to play with his food, even when it was one of his childer. Especially when it was one of his childer. They responded so sweetly to him, which was why he had handpicked each of them, not allowing anyone to dictate his choice in turning who he pleased. After all it was him who had to deal with them for eternity. He leaned down and lapped at the vein, his tongue cool on Elias’ skin, heated from borrowed blood.

“Please.” Elias mewled, a muscle in his jaw jerking. He fought to stay still, not wanting to do anything that would provoke Adin into leaving him- not now when he had gotten himself so worked up. It was like heroin addiction but much stronger, this was not a euphoria that would take hold in five seconds and leave in an hour causing him to be weak. This was a pleasurable ache that would take hold gradually, leaving him panting and begging for more, and would last days if he let it. If Adin let it…

Sniffing again Adin wrinkled his nose, “Disgusting scent.” He moved lower, managing to slip easily under the silk sheets, not dragging them any lower. “I see you still sleep in decadence,” He observed, referring to Elias’ nudity. “Not that I mind of course.”

Elias couldn’t help but smile, even as he swallowed heavily. It was a heady feeling, the contrast between the smoothness of his sheets and the rough of the tight denim encasing Adin’s legs. “The scent…it shouldn’t be everywhere.” He said only what Adin was thinking; closing his eyes again, he tried to relax. If he tensed up while it was happening it wouldn’t be as pleasurable- despite his penchant for pain.

Adin stopped, taking a careful deep breath he was pleased to find all he could smell was Elias. He darted his tongue out quickly, tasting the skin above Elias’ hip, soft and pliant, tasting of sweat and something sweeter, dark chocolate perhaps, that hint of bitterness. Lowering his mouth his sank his teeth into the flesh, his own eyes closing reflexively now as blood spurted into his mouth, taking hold of all of his senses. It meant everything. It was life and emotion. This was the strengthening of a bond between the two of them; that, without the threat of death over their heads, would most certainly last forever.

Keening now, Elias couldn’t seem to stop moving, but now it was a continuous movement. Hands twitched against the sheets, hips rolled upward and he couldn’t seem to stop making noise as waves of pleasure crashed down around him. He had been with many people and experienced many events in life, but nothing…absolutely nothing brought about this level of pleasure. It was heady and painful in a way. Something he could never manage to fully put into words, something he couldn’t voice other than in moans, sounds that would come from an animal but never a human being. Now he was moaning, his back arched, his whole body tensed as he waited, panting roughly until finally a loud groan, almost a shout tore itself from his throat and he gained release.

It was something no human could give him that was certain, as his body emitted nothing other than a transmitted signal. Adin had once told him it was the deepest release someone could experience; something only a master could give his childer. It came from within; more than biological response, it was psychology. Adin was ensuring constant companionship by reaffirming the bond; it connected every aspect of their lives together. It was for both himself and for Elias.

Adin pulled back, his lips smeared with pearls of blood as he moved upward and pressed them against Elias’ now, seeking entrance which he then took forcefully. When he moved away from the kiss he drew his thumb across Elias’ bottom lip, much fuller then the top. It had been a feature he had noticed immediately, the pouty lips that had attracted him so, begging to be bitten, to be pierced with a fang.

“With this blood you have given me permission of ownership; do you wish to retain this gift?” He recited to his childer, still playing with the blood that occasionally slid from the bite marks, not caring about his clothes getting ruined. He had control now, complete and total control. In this moment there was no way for Elias to say no to him, no way that he could ever say no.

“Oh…yes. Absolutely master,” Elias’ voice was breathy, as though he was about to backslide into the darkness that tugged at the edge of his vision. “Complete ownership,” He sought out Adin’s mouth once again, wanting another taste of his own blood as his master tasted it.

Adin bestowed him with a softer kiss this time, lapping at the blood on his lips, poutier now due to abuse. He pulled back and lay down on the bed next to Elias, smoothing the blankets somewhat around him. “So be it.” He waited for Elias to move into his arms; wrapping one around his shoulders he ran his fingers through the young vampire’s hair, as though he would a pet. Yes, this indeed was the perfect life, even if it had to be lived in darkness.