Fantasy AU The Vampire Lord and the Addicted Slave - Owed Debt AU (Knight_of_None)

The beauty caught him just in time, snatching Lee at his most vulnerable. Lee's eyes landed on him, always so enthralled with his ethereal appearance, yet something this time hooked him, that curious gaze in his eyes. He let out a quiet sound, something of a whimper, wanting nothing more than to just stay by his side. He had already wanted that, but something felt more powerful, much more intense, and as if he couldn't say no. He didn't realize he had nodded, blindly accepting. "Yes..." The beauty moved again, and Lee felt such intensity crash over him, his orgasm messing his abdomen. He shook, his body tightening around Ishida, hoping to let him experience the same.
 
Lee sighed happily, satisfied feeling his climax fill him. He panted heavily, head lolled to the side, neck fully exposed as he caught his breath. He was filled with just the desire to serve, to make this beauty happy. The feelings had already been there; Lee was easily influenced, his drive to please stemming from his childhood issues. Anything he did wasn't enough, and he was determined to be so good for this beauty.
 
As his head lulled aside, the drunken slave felt the great pleasant buzz again as Ishida sunk his fangscinti his neck to drink more of his blood, though he was careful about it. Draining his pet would be worthless at the moment. His fangs pulled away and he stood up. "Get up, and fix this mess" he said gesturing to his desk
 
There was no yelping from pain; Lee only felt an intensity surge through him, much like the beautiful sensations felt earlier. He squirmed, his body gently coiling around the beauty, arms clinging around his neck, his lower half pressing firmly against. His head rolled back from the high swimming around in his head before a strange twinge in his neck had him releasing, albeit slowly, to allow the other to pull away. He slowly opened his eyes, becoming slightly more alert at the command. There were no words, no apologies needed for the mess he made on his desk. He simply slid off the wooden desk and began cleaning, doing his best with what he had to clean up certain other messes.

Head still buzzing pleasantly, he stood and glanced toward his clothing scattered over the floor. Were they done? Should he get dressed and leave? Truly, he didn't want to leave his side. It wasn't like he could stay there forever. Besides, weren't his friends waiting for him?

...Oh, yeah. "When can I see you again?" A soft voice spoke up, uncertain, but eager and hopeful.
 
"You will see me in two nights, you will wait for me under the moons light, thirsting for my touch." He said as he dragged his finger along Lee's marked beck, the wound leaving only a dark bruise as it was already sealing. "You will prepare yourself to serve me, until I decide you are worthless to me."
 
Under the moon's light? He had to hold back a small laugh; he was already thirsting for his touch. Two nights felt too long! Still, he gave a nod, pausing as fingers ran over his neck. He shivered, a quiet, content sigh leaving him. He was unaware of what his neck looked like, how it appeared, really, as a hickey. He could easily play it off as such, as a sober Lee would think that was really all that happened.

"Don't," he found himself whispering, Lee blinking his surprise away. "I will." He quickly covered up before he scrambled to gather his clothes from the floor. He dressed himself and, with that, he left the office - reluctantly. He held the strongest urge to stay, but he knew his friends would be far too worried. Couldn't they just come up and see he was fine, so he could stay?

When Lee appeared, he found Sam and Elliot were still in the booth, waiting for him. They seemed relieved to see him.

"Finally! Did you find anything?" Sam questioned, looking him over. "You've been gone a while. What the hell happened?"

"Ah... maybe." He grinned, and a small wave of that sweet buzz hit him as he relaxed in the booth, giving Elliot a nice view of his neck. "I may have found something... intoxicating."

"You couldn't even share? Greedy." He rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.

"Oh, he definitely found something, alright." Elliot teased, grinning up at Lee as he eyed the bruise on his neck.

Sam's eyes followed the blonde's gaze to the side of Lee's neck that he couldn't see. He grabbed Lee, twisting him around in the booth to see for himself. "Hm. Couldn't even share, huh?" As usual, Sam was fucking with him.

A hand came up to his neck, covering the mark. "Shut up, fuckers. We're coming back in a few days," Lee informed, shoving the brunette away. He didn't care if he went alone, if this was even where Ishida wanted to meet up. The other two shrugged, not caring.

Time passed far too slowly, Lee too eager to meet up with the beauty again. He wasn't sure what to make of what happened that night. He chalked it all up to drunken fun. The second night arrived, and the urge to get up and find him was too strong. Lee stood, gathered his phone and wallet, and left the apartment. He wandered, following the strange pull that led him straight to Ishida.
 
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As Lee was draw in, his will there but it was almost like following a dream, his stepped lighter, his heart beating in his throat. The thrall feeling a dryness on his throat that water dare not quench nor the taste for the high could match. He didn't reach the clubs front door, his feet rooted suddenly underneath the glittering light of the full moon only blocks away. In the alley something crept out if the darkness, a cat with shining amber eyes, and pristine black fur. A silver bell at its neck. It stared a moment then retreated inti the alley shadows...a hand clapped on Lee's shoulder from behind. "Just as I told you to be....perfect." He heard the voice of his Dark Master Ishida stated as if he expected Lee to be there.
 
Lee wasn’t sure what he was doing when he didn’t stop at the club but kept going. He was only following this strange urge to find that beauty, obeying its command. Strangely enough, it felt right, perhaps it was the only thing having him go on, not whatever the beauty did to him.

Eventually, he found himself just entering the alleyway when he tried to stop. For a moment, he did, until a pretty black cat appeared. From the bell around its neck, he assumed it was owned. He eyed the bell momentarily, wanting to crouch down and pet the cat. He found he was too late when it scampered off deeper into the alley. “Damn… oh!” He became alert feeling a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to swing around and pray he didn’t have to defend himself, until he heard that voice, one that instantly calmed and excited him.

Perfect? Really, he was perfect? He turned, hoping he wasn’t just imagining things, Lee looking up at the face of that beauty. Just as ethereal as the first time he saw him. His gaze softened, his shoulders relaxing as did the rest of his body. “I’m crazy to meet a total stranger out here. In the alley. Was this your whole plan~? Getting me all alone and defenseless? My friends aren’t here this time to save me.” He grinned, Lee still at ease despite the words spoken, perhaps indicating otherwise. He was being playful, no doubt wanting to play with this beauty.
 
There was a slight tilt to Lee's head at his words, Lee unsure of the wording... until the last ones settled in his mind. He softened, all too happy over that bit of ownership- being claimed. So that night wasn't just a weird dream. This beauty did want him. Ah, how lucky he was! A real fantasy, come true!

He blinked, watching him. "Oh, yeah? What is it~?" He quickly followed behind, not wanting to stray too far. It wasn't exactly a pull this time; all by himself, he wanted to stay close to, ah, his owner. It was real, and Lee was all too ecstatic. He tried to keep it inside, not wanting to reveal such feelings and somehow scare the other away.
 
Ishida steps forward, his fingers beckoning idly, curling to draw Lee closer. "I have a guest that is in need of a welcoming hand." He said as he stepped into the shadows of the alleys seeming to fold into them like a ghost, bit Lee felt his masters hand grab onto his arm.
 
Ever so curious, Lee quietly followed as he was beckoned toward. He blinked, and suddenly the other seemed to disappear, until he felt a hand grab him. He didn't freak out and assume the worst. It was just him and Ishida, his beautiful owner. As he was led away, further into the dark alleyway, his mind began to swim in the natural high (and being around Ishida certainly helped) that came from finally being wanted and accepted, to be there and needed by another. To serve and please... A welcoming hand, huh? The other wasn't shy about exploring him and using him from the night they shared recently. Perhaps this would be like that night? He trusted Ishida to lead him, as he could barely see in the dark. He felt they were moving a bit too quickly for his eyes to adjust.
 
As Lee was led into the darkness, his eyes trying to adjust but unable fir the moment, he was whisked to a unmarked door in the back alleys. Lee's eyes finally adjusting, he was looking at a steel door. Hus master knocking on it twice, and it opened up, the bat clack scampering out of a dingly looking back hallway that seemed to be for a apartment structure. But the walk didn't take Ler up, it was down the back stairway into the storage and basement apartments. Things got older, more...neglected by the staff no doubt. Music was bumping, trap music behind a rickety wood door, some crime wrapped Rappers drill music. Ishida unlocked the door abd Lee heard the music swell out louder. The vibrations rolling over him and illicit lyrics barking out into the air that rattled Lee's teeth. Then the scene, dingy yellowed tiles, cracked vinyl wood flooring and withering wall paint. The air was thick with dust and tinged with some thing like blood and rusted water.
 
Lee's eyes finally adjusted as they stopped in front of an old, steel door. It was unmarked, much like a lot of the doors around alleyways, not giving Lee a single clue as to where they were. They were then let in, and Lee looked around the scene before him. The music vibrating around them screamed club, much like one Ishida owned. Yet it appeared to be an apartment building, or so he initially assumed. The cat with the bell reappeared. Lee was relieved it was fine, but it was also quite curious to find it there. Was it somehow following? Or leading~?

Lee let himself be led further inside, neglecting the stairs that would lead them up; instead, they took ones leading down. The unsavory music hadn't phased Lee, having enjoyed plenty from various clubs he and his friends hung around in. He preferred Ishida's. They knew how to treat their guests and left Lee alone whenever he nearly or fully blacked out in their comfortable booths. The music was good, too. Easy to get lost in.

The further they got, the older the look of the place and the smells got to Lee, and he raised a sleeve to his nose, subtly covering it. His eyes narrowed somewhat, mainly out of concern for where he was being taken. "Where are we going?" He whispered. He wasn't so sure he wanted to meet this guest anymore. That same odd pull or feeling he had been experiencing ever since he met Ishida went through him, partially cancelling out any doubts that wanted to crop up as if they didn't want to let him - for the most part. He still felt concerned. The further they went, the more hesitant Lee became. He didn't outright stop or try to pull away, though he did slightly slow his pace.
 
"To see my friend." Ishida said as he sensed the hesitation in Lee, but he didn't tighten his grip or wrestle him. "He's been here fir quite some time. I'm sure he's dying to a drink." He said as Ishida led him into rhe apartment, the living rooms sparse and ratty looking furniture , set out. It was barely lit with light in here, the windows to the outside were blocked with wood board and nailed over. Something rattled in the darkness and dingy narrow hallways. Ishida's eyes narrowed, but he let go of Lee's hard, stepped towards the noises, the man seeming unafraid or even unnerved.
 
“Well, I got that…” No, he was just told it was a guest of his. He only found out they were friends. Then again, they didn’t always mean they truly knew each other. “Wait-“ he swallowed, a tad confused. “A drink?” Lee had been a bit too out of it to realize what had been happening that night when he first met Ishida and the man drank from him. He still didn’t realize he wasn’t human.

They stopped in front of an apartment where he was led inside. Lee’s eyes narrowed, trying to see inside the dark room. He stayed close to Ishida, practically blind. “I can barely see…” he mumbled, eyes falling to the windows which were boarded up. He was unsure, a few ideas popping into his mind.

A drink, and how dark it was inside judging by how the man didn’t need to see. Lee had been startled, someone else inside alerting him they weren’t alone. Ishida’s friend? He didn’t want to accuse, to make assumptions on fairytales, yet…

Lee stayed put as Ishida approached the unseen figure. He gently rubbed his arms, noticing a chill in the room. “Ishida…” he whispered, not fully knowing what was going on.
 
Ishida's hand lifted, clamping over Lee's mouth with a iron grasp, bit his master didn't turn his head. His hold was a clear message. Lee was to sit in silence...or at the very least keep his mouth shut. Ishida tilted his head faintly, waiting. Listening.

"Must I come pull you from the darkness." Ishida said as he let go of Lee's face. The hall creaked softly, almost like the room was sighing, settling. But Lee only felt Ishida move, the dim shadows collapsing around the unwitting Thralls master, a clash of motion and crash of flesh upon the walls. Flashes of motion, growling and blows landing, like a fight breaking out in the alleys but all in a sudden breath.
 

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