Døllmaker | Cyan

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Kuza fell back down into his seat a moment after seeing the Collector out. He often left a staleness in the air; Something that even a red-eyed devil like Kuza had trouble getting used to. Considering what he dared to associate with on a daily basis, that was saying a lot. Kuza's portion of the lost tunnels were occupied by his "pets" AKA disregarded and disgraced supernatural creatures that have nowhere else to call home. Many were deformed and disgusting, or in general just hard on the eyes. 

Despite how cold he appeared on the surface, the potion maker had a big heart. It also helped that those he took in were so fucking grateful for his help, they were all extremely loyal to him. Not a single one would disobey. Kuza disregarded the unsettling feeling the Collector left him with the best he could and focused on the towering swamp creature awaiting his command. 

Standing well over eight feet tall with muscles as strong as an hundred year oak, Croc was by far one of Kuza's more dangerous. He was a demon with skin steel couldn't cut through. Though he lacked book smarts, he made up for it in combat skills and street knowledge. The water still dripped over his rock hard abs, falling off his dreads and following the lines of his scales. Kuza observed him intently. 

"Mmm," He hummed, biting down on his nail, "You're one Hell of a man."

The beast scoffed, "I ain't no man, not even close." His voice was low, disembodied. It was almost like his soul was struggling to stay attached to his body. The voodoo magic running through his veins deepened his tone further. 

Kuza twirled his wrist dismissively. "You know what I meant. You're fucking sexy. Get over here. I want you on your knees." 

What else would he have wanted? His pet approached the being he served and sank down to his knees, pushing his dreads over his shoulder to get them out of the way. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't want head from him. His teeth were as sharp as a razor's edge. Kuza never feared he'd accidentally get cut, though. He had confidence he'd trained his pet well. 

He leaned his head back, allowing his eyes to slip shut in response to the pleasure he was receiving. Out of all the misfits he's taken in, Croc was by far his favorite. He was amazing at giving a good blowjob, and even better at his actual job. Kuza's sweet moans danced out of his mouth. He rested his hand over his face, arching his back.

"Fuck, baby," He sharply gasped, "You're so fucking good. Keep going, keep going, fuck." 

Croc didn't argue. He had the strength to easy overpower Kuza, and he constantly wondered why the Hell he served him the way he did. Yet, he never back talked or even considered overthrowing him. Maybe it was something in the water, or maybe he enjoyed the simplicity of his life. Leadership was too much of a burden. In truth, there was something so satisfying about hearing the sweet noises Kuza made when he came, and the sexy smile he adorned afterward. 

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Chris giggled so sweetly as his caregiver kissed his neck. His arms rested over Ryan's shoulders, his hand tangled up in his hair. He was pressed between the wall and his dominant with barely any cloths on. Ryan smiled against his baby's skin, laughing a little himself. 

"You're supposed to be moaning, not giggling, silly boy." He teased.

"But it tickles!" Chris protested. His couldn't wipe the mile wide grin off his face even if he wanted to. 

Ryan lifted his head to look him in the eyes. "It does?"

"Mhmm... Is it.. Not supposed to?"

He shook his head, "No, no, Baby, it's fine. You're fine. It's okay if it tickles. I'm just, surprised how much you can feel now." Ryan ran his hand up and down Chris' arm softly. A reminiscent type of look reflected in his eyes. "You're growing up so fast. I've been thinking about something lately. I know you're really happy to have new playmates, but they are also smart. Smart enough to teach you how to read better, and writing better, and how to do math. Things I should've taught you, but never had the time to. Would you want that?"

Chris stared at him for a moment while he thought. All the while, Ryan's heart throbbed anxiously waiting on his response. He found relief when his little doll nodded. "I wanna be smart like you, Daddy. I wanna read my own stories and make pretty things for you, just like you do for me."

"You don't have to do that for me, my angel. I created you so I could take care of you. That's all I want to do. I want to take care of you and make you happy, but if anything ever were to happen to me, I need to know you could take care of yourself. Nothing will ever take me away from you, but it's always good to be prepared for everything." 

Did they really have to talk about this now? Chris refused to believe that Ryan could ever die and unfortunately, Ryan fed into that delusion in efforts to always comfort him. He hated talking about it, though. He couldn't picture a world in which he didn't have his caregiver. 

A flash of red-ish pink light shined out of Ryan's back pocket. He felt the surge of magic, knowing it all too well. Sighing, he reached back and pulled out a card that had suddenly appeared in his pants. Chris frowned because he knew exactly what that was; A word order. Ryan wasn't just annoyed when he saw it. He became pissed. 

"Daddy?" Chris worriedly asked, "What's wrong? You look upset."

"I'm okay, Baby." He pocketed the card again. "There's something I want you to know. Even though I do go get bad people for the Collector, not all people who do bad things are bad people. Good people sometimes have to do bad things because there's no good option. That's why I'm bothered by this order. The Collector wants me to go get someone that's good. He's just did some bad things, because he had no one to help him in life."

"Doesn't he have a Daddy?" 

"No, Sweetie. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a Daddy or Mommy. Sometimes, Daddies and Mommies can be bad people, too. They don't deserve to have babies, then, but unfortunately they do. I promise, you'll always have someone to take care of you. I won't let you be without a caregiver. Okay?"

He forced a small smile, "Okay." 

Someone with no protector? No one to give them life and save it? Chris couldn't quite figure it out. How does that happen? How do people not have parents? He had such little knowledge of the outside world and barely understood humans. They did so many bad things. It's a surprise Ryan wasn't more busy with his job, but the Collector only really cares about certain bad people. How this one in particular came on his radar, that was of concern to Ryan. The Collector had no business worrying about the boy who's name now burned a hole in Ryan's pocket...