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

"So..." Lee blinked, eying the door he and his two friends sat across from in their booth at a club they frequented, just up the stairs. "You want me to sneak in there?" He looked over to the brunette, Sam, who was nodding, then to the blonde, Elliot, who motioned toward the door. He picked up his glass, sipping at it as his eyes landed on the door once more.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" The brunette urged, gently pushing the younger male. "The owner's got some great stuff in there. Maybe even... your favorite candy." He got a little rougher, nearly shoving him out of the booth. It was all an assumption, anyway. They didn't know what the guy had in there. They figured there was plenty of money hidden in a drawer somewhere, more than they lost lately in games.

"Shut the fuck up, don't call it that." He rolled his eyes, hating his friend calling his preferred drug 'candy.' He figured the bastards wanted to pawn stuff off, get a little money. Fucking gamblers. "Why are you making me do your dirty work?"

"Because you love us. We'll kick you out of the apartment if you don't." A silly threat.

"No, you won't." Really, Lee didn't need a valid reason. He already knew, and besides, he was itching for a little high. With promises of such, he headed for the staircase, cautiously climbing them for any sign of staff. Soon, the door was in front of him and he tried the knob, finding it unlocked. He quietly opened it, peering inside the dark room. He could keep the light off and use his phone flashlight, or... His hand found the light switch, and he tried it, flipping it on. The room lit up, revealing it to be empty. Assuming it was safe, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

The room looked more like an office than one that held many valuables. His eyes scanned over the room, not really finding much he could take. He approached the desk and began looking through drawers, looking for any little baggies or, as Sam hoped, money. He crouched down as he got to the bottom drawers, searching through them.
 
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As he tried the bottom drawer, he found it to be locked but he felt a hand suddenly on his buttocks, grabbing hold of him firmly. "And who might you be?" He heard a cool voice say, a someone suddenly in the room? A man? The door hadn't even opened it seemed, abd he wasn't hiding, Lee would gave seen him....right?
 
Lee found yet another drawer locked. He didn't want to give up and return empty handed to his friends, Lee figured he would give the room another look. That was until he felt a hand on him, firm on his backside. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He stood quickly, wanting to turn to face a rather gorgeous, ethereal figure. "O-Oh..." Wait. This place was completely empty! "How..." He felt cornered, but almost didn't mind it. Did he just miss seeing him in the room? He felt it was impossible, yet...

"I'm Lee," he answered finally. Was this the owner? Ooh, he was so fucked.
 
The man was taller than him, an Asian man with dark hair, his suit blood red colored, and a crisp white shirt. His skin was pale, and hus eyes were like blades, sharp and cold. "And why are you, in my office?" He said, his voice wavering in Lee's mind, it sounded so.. beautiful, so perfect to her ears. This handsome creature that had his hands set firmly around his ass cheeks seemed to only beat more alluring the longer Lee stared at him.
 
Lee caught himself staring, even his damn voice was beautiful. "I, ah..." Damn. His office. This definitely was the owner, and Lee was in trouble. The hands on him felt nice, their closeness even better. "I was looking for the restroom?" He lied, a nervous little laugh escaping him. Sure, the restroom, right in his desk. The owner would absolutely believe that one! He was almost forgetting why he was there the longer he stared, unable to tear his eyes away. "You're... Ishida, yes?" There was a chance he was wrong; it was a name he heard around the club when people spoke about the owner.
 
"No, no need to ban me." He said hurriedly, not wanting to lose out on the club. "Not when I've found an even better part of this place." Dare he say he never wanted to leave? That may be going rather far, but there was something too enticing about this man. He reached his arms up, wrapping them around the man's neck, allowing them to get even closer as they practically were pressed together. He noted those hands never leaving his ass. "How about a slap on the wrist and a warning instead~?" He purred, slapping on the charm.
 
He smirked as Lee tried to tempt him, unaware of who truly was lured into the web. The money, something he always flaunted and made sure to show to trash like Sam and Elliot that couldn't stop gambling...ofcourse he was almost hoping it was Elliot that would be stupid enough to wander unti his office fir him to feed upon. But this little morsel perhaps wasn't so bad. "Or I can give you a slap on the ass?" He assumed
 
The other appeared amused with him, Lee taking that over anger. Well... Some abuse wouldn't be terrible. Not from this beauty, anyway. Lee was only assuming, perhaps fantasizing. There was something about this man, something he couldn't put a finger on. Just being able to touch him felt like such a privilege. "Ah... I won't say no." He seemed interested, a very good sign to Lee. He leaned in, brushing his lips against his ear, "I'll be yours for the night, if you'd like." He nipped at the lobe, far more eager to play. A nice distraction for snooping through the owner's office, anyway.
 
"If... Mm, not yet~" The man spoke with such certainty, Lee almost doubted himself, taking his word as truth. "No ifs with your hands on my ass." He teased, his breath nearly caught in his throat over the next thing he said. Stripped and collared. Owned. It suddenly took on a very real meaning. "I'd like to see you try." He grinned slyly, challenging the other, a small part of him hoping he would do as he suggested. He shivered over the idea, getting aroused.
 
"Then strip. And a kneel." Ishida said as hevlovked eyes with Lee, this voice that was so rough, so sexy, changed again. His body...no longer was his, almost like he had taken a fist fill of Ketaminevand was getting all out of body...but his own hands moved with fever, practically tearing off his clothing and stripping as if Lee was a dedicated Nudist and clothing offended...no. offended Ishida. The idea of even keeping his clothes of felt so foolish, so embarrassing for some reason.
 
The words were spoken, and before Lee knew it, he was moving. He pushed back, his hands moving almost on their own, stripping himself of his shirt, and kicking his pants and shoes off. He felt good, so good, without having taken anything. He felt warm, almost hot. Lee felt he could get addicted to the feeling. Doing just as the other asked... no, ordered? Ordered, from his previous words. He wanted more. With little space between them, Lee knelt at his feet, his hands at his sides, looking up at the other with curiosity and a new drive to please. It would be far too easy for this beauty to get Lee to do exactly as he wanted.
 
As Lee found themselves so eagerly stripping...perhaps aided vaguely by the man's tine. His beauty, his position. He owned the club, he was well off clearly, it would open up Lee a chance to get a good rich guy hooked onto him. His friends probably would want him to try so they could get more money. Ishida broke eye contact with Lee as he knelt, the owner popping his neck gently, channeling his blood, commanding it to heat up his body. His reached down, grabbing Lee's hair, pulling it. "That was easy. I guess you wanted that already-"
 
Lee's friends had no idea what they sent their friend up with. They had no idea he was on his knees, nude, about to be fed from. They were busy drinking it up with some clubgoers that caught their attention, momentarily forgetting about Lee and how long it had been since he vanished behind the owner's door.

Lee blinked, realizing he wasn't the one in control just a moment ago. "How-" he found himself saying once more, the other gripping and tugging on his hair, forcing his head to tilt. He felt pain, his body doing its weird thing and making it feel good. Maybe he did? Perhaps he wanted someone to control him, in whatever way, and hurt him. From whatever happened before, to the warmth that surrounded him, everything was becoming overwhelming. He tried to stay calm, though his breathing became uneven. "Mmm, you're too hot. I wanna play with you." It was the only explanation, right?
 
Ishida's lips curled inti a half smirk. "I've been dying to sink my teeth inti something tonight." He said simply as he pushed Lee up, pushing his vack onti his desk as he admired his body. His senses picking up on his excitement in the face of pain. Ishida's nails were short. Clipped, and yet as he scratched Lee's chest, they felt like the sweetest razor.
 
There was a slight tilt to Lee's head, as much as he could move with that hand gripping his hair. The wordplay was fun- "Into biting, huh?" He could get into it. He loved pain. "I'll be your guy~. Your blank canvas," he teased, gasping softly as he was pushed, his back against the desk. He flushed, somehow feeling more exposed as the other admired his very nude form. He looked paler against the wooden desk, his skin nearly unmarked save for some past scars, stories that didn't need to be told right before he planned on getting fucked. His mind was elsewhere, quite eager to mess around with this beauty, that the nails leaving their own marks caught him by surprise. He let out a surprised, pained gasp, the nails much sharper than he would have guessed. For a moment, he thought the other had pulled a knife or razor on him. A hand came up to his mouth, quieting his surprised sounds, turning to a low moan. If his body hadn't reacted to the pain yet, it certainly had now; his erection quickly growing. "Mn, Ishida~" he groaned, not realizing the cuts made him bleed.
 
Ishida hummed idly as Lee spoke up, trying to tempt him, saying he would be his biting toy. "Like i said, you already are." He said as he scented the blood, his lifted his fingers. Letting blood drops trickle inti his tongue, sampling his flavor. Ishida let go of Lee's hair, dragging him closer, his lips connecting onto his neck. As if to kiss him.
 
He already was. Owned, right, right. He certainly didn't mind the idea. To be owned was something Lee only fantasized about. To have already found someone, and for it to be this beauty, had he died and gone to heaven? Damn. Something was arousing about how the other sampled his blood, Lee actually curious if he tasted good to him. Ha, blood tasting good? Maybe he had a little too much to drink. He was so eager to do as the other ordered, Lee not even seconding guessing anything he said. He just acted. It had to be the alcohol.

He lifted as the other drew him in closer, his lips already going for his neck. Tilting his head to the side, his hands came up, placing them gently on his arms. He held back an urge to wrap around him and cling. He almost held his breath, waiting for the bite and the pleasure that would course through him from the pain.
 
The club owner bit down, not hesitating a second, but Lee was rewarded with two things. A jolt of sweet pure pain, but it was replaced just as fast, a instant rush if euphoria, deeper, stronger than any pill or drink could give him. It was a high that threatened to lift him from the desk. From this world abd up inti fustabt heavans. He wouldn't notice the heat of his neck, his blood spilled, the way this man had latched to his neck , his teeth easily puncturing his skin.
 
"A-Ah~!" Lee cried out, soft but full of such pleasure. Pain hit him first, the same comforting, terrible feeling, followed by a strange, powerful high. It was much stronger than any painkiller he tried. He felt like he was floating, his arms moving, wrapping themselves around the club owner's neck. He didn't realize he was clinging, pulling the other closer to him and keeping him there, allowing him full access to his neck. "Ahhh... I-It's so good," he moaned, unaware he was bleeding, most of it going into the man's mouth. "S-So good..."
 
Ishida considered how much he would take of this thief, tempted to take it all, to consume every drop and leave him a husk to dispose of...but it was also just so interesting . His fangs pried fro his neck, , the stolen blood adding to the high he was in,. Ishida ran hist tongue over the wound, sealing it shut slo as he let thus human blood course through him. He was a thirsty thing, a ball of lst in the moment. Ishida bit him again...albeit he wasn't taking chunks of him, or drinking, cutting marks inti him as he pulled down his pants to continue the guise.
 
Lee was completely clueless the other considered taking his life. He simply lay there, clinging to the owner, his owner, floating somewhere in space or heaven if it existed. It sure as hell felt like it with this beauty. Those teeth pulled away, and something felt like it was missing. The sensation luckily returned quickly after, before Lee could whine, albeit in a different place. He didn't know where, he didn't know what was happening, he just felt incredible and didn't want the feeling to go away. Had he been slipped something? Was the beauty doing something to him? Beyond giving him the greatest pleasure he had ever felt.

Shit. He was already growing addicted, if that was even possible. He had the distinct sound of a belt being undone, the other stripping out of his pants. He was getting more, alright.
 
As Lee reveled in this new strange yet beautiful sensation, Ishida turned him. Rolling him onti his side and Lee felt something cool squirter again his beside. Rubbed in with finger. Lube? Probably. But it was undercut with something hard pushing inside him, thick and hot, Ishida starting to use him.
 
Lee found himself on his side, wondering when that had happened. He slowly, carefully, shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the incredible sensation. It somehow only intensified the feeling, Lee stilling as he felt rubbing down below, followed by a harder intrusion. "Mmm, ooh, already going~" he mused, a soft groan leaving him as his body adjusted to the large thickness, the other moving before he could fully. "Nnn, go ahead. Do what you want," he rambled, the other no doubt already doing so, right from the start. No prep, from what he recalled, yet he didn't even feel he needed it. The masochist didn't mind, anyway. His head lolled to the side, tilting back as just the sensation of him moving alone felt amazing. It would feel even better if he hit that sweet bundle of nerves, Lee feeling he was close to it.
 
Ishida snickered to himself briefly as Lee 'gave' him permission. He thrusted inti him roughly, his hands gripping onti him firmly and scratching him with his nails. He was dialing it down ofcourse, he could do serious damage and destroy this dreg if he let himself get drawn in by his dark nature. Hid squeeze and tightness were enjoyable. Making himbspank Lee. Leaving red prints in his wake.
 

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