Twisted Protector

Beg Me, Baby

(Greyson's POV)

Greyson lay in silence, even long after Brady drifted off because he couldn't sleep. His mind would not stop long enough for him to rest. It was by pure chance that he answered the lone werewolf sighting at the abandoned park.

The thought of losing him again nearly had him tighten his hold on the sleeping man. What was wrong with him? The emotions he felt left him speechless. It took him losing Brady to realize how much he cared for his slave. Four years was a long time, though, and he was still clueless as to why he ran.

It had been a betrayel, sure, but the ultimate shock of it all had taken him to his knees when he discovered Brady gone. Holding him and smelling him with each breath kept him calm, at least for the moment.

There had been no warning that Brady was unhappy. At first, Grey thought something happened to his werewolf, that he had been kidnapped, hurt, or even killed. Everyone went into a mad scramble to try and find the missing slave, Grey's ire knew no control in the beginning. The note he found from Brady saying not to look for him set him on a whirlwind for a long time.

He started to get mad again, but he held still as Brady moved in his sleep. The younger man turned and buried his face into his chest, almost like he was seeking him out. Grey knew he was missing something, and he silenty begged for the patience to wait it out.

"You won't get away again, pup." He mumbled the promise gently, letting his anger go for the moment. Instead, he focused on memories, specifically the one where he first got a taste of Brady intimately.

*FlashBack*
Brady had been extremely mouthy of late. The fifteen year old didn't seem like he wanted to do anything Grey did. It had been odd because they didn't usually argue. Every day was a verbal fight, and Grey couldn't let it continue. As master he was supposed to keep the younger male in line.

Feeding from him did nothing. Leaving him alone for hours did nothing. Everything he tried got nothing. The final straw was calling him out on his bullshit, Greyson hadn't been prepared for the violent shove in response.

Before he could do it again, Grey took him to the ground with a hiss. The two scuffled, almost like when they play fought, but these movements were a bit more aggressive. The vampire finally pinned Brady on his stomach, his hand roughly shoved down between his shoulders. The older male decided in that moment he would feed to weaken him, unsure what caused his rebellion.

Until he leaned into him, pressed his body closer, and thus applied pressure to Brady's dick. This caused the werewolf to moan a little, and the sound stopped Grey from biting his throat. His suspicion was further confirmed when Brady subtly grinded against the floor.

"Aww, little one, I'm sorry." He lifted enough to roll over Brady. The confusion on his face might have been amusing any other time, but Grey knew why he was struggling now.

It was easy to strip the shorts off Brady before he settled between his legs. For the moment, he kept his sweats on, not wanting to outright shock the young male. "It's ok, Brady, I got you." Grey was gentle as he started kissing and licking his neck. The soft, shocked noises Brady made were nearly his undoing.

The tentative grinding Brady started to do got a gentle groan from him. This caused Brady to grow still, the noise unfamiliar to him. Brady was so unexperienced that Grey wanted to slap himself for not realizing sooner. "It's ok, Brady." He reassured the younger guy.