Opposites - ReVamped (Highlander/ Kindred: The Embraced Crossover)

Chapter 7 - Repercussions

Andre put another stroke of paint on the canvas and admired his work. As was par for the course since his childe had woken up, he was painting Richie. There were many other, not so innocent, things he wished to do with Richie, but while the childlike persona remained in place he would not violate that trust. 

He had seen glimpses of the adult mind behind the protective shield several times, and he thought Richie was beginning to return to a state of reality, but he was willing to wait. The three days they had spent together had been very fulfilling for him and he had no regrets about what he had done.

He was going to have to ask Lillie to smooth things over with the Prince, since technically he had broken the law, but he was sure there wouldn't be a problem, not with the beauty and talent he had ushered into being. That was one of the ways he knew that there was an adult under the childlike actions of his new childe; Richie's art was both skilled and not in the least childish. Richie had picked up a pencil of his own volition after only a few hours of his new life, and Andre was certain he had done the right thing. His childe would be the perfect Toreador.

He looked up at his subject to find that Richie was no longer reclining on the chaise, but was standing up looking at him.

"You're not supposed to move when I'm painting," the older vampire said, as if scolding a child, since that was how he was used to dealing with Richie, "go and sit back down."

Surprisingly, Richie did not do as he was told as he usually did, in fact he smiled a rather predatory smile and walked towards Andre instead. There was nothing childlike in the expression that looked at him now, and Andre realised that the real Richie might actually be back.

"I don't want to sit down," Richie said, walking right up to him so that they were only inches apart; "I'm in the mood for more interesting things."

Andre felt the heat in his belly stir. He had been doing a very good job of ignoring it, but with Richie so close and so obviously making advances he let it grow.

"Welcome back," he said, allowing Richie to reach out and touch him.

Even the touch of Richie's fingers on his shirt was electric, and he could feel the passion in his childe. New Toreador often found themselves at the mercy of their needs, so Andre was not really surprised. He had been waiting for this moment since his childe had awoken the first time, so he was not about to argue. The hand that snaked behind his head was surprisingly strong, but he did not mind, and enjoyed being drawn in for what was a very passionate kiss. Richie knew how to use his mouth, that was for sure, and Andre allowed his childe to take what he wanted. When Richie finally drew back he was flushed and his eyes were almost gleaming.

"I need," Richie said, seemingly lost in wants far greater than a mortal would have been used to.

"And you shall have," Andre told him, letting his childe lead him across to the chaise.

He wanted to taste what was his, but he was willing to let Richie lead for a little while; he would show his childe who was the master soon enough. Then they would both be satisfied. Richie pushed him down on the chaise, climbing on top of him. There was a loud snapping sound.

"Opps," Richie said, pulling the long, splintered end of one of Andre's larger brushes from under his knee, but it didn't stop the young Kindred from continuing what he had been doing.

Richie just put the shard of brush on the back of the chaise and returned to his previous focus. Andre purred in appreciation as Richie began to undo the buttons on his shirt, placing a small kiss on the revealed skin after each one gave in to his ministrations. This was what Andre had been greatly hoping for, and Richie was not disappointing him at all. The embrace often lowered sexual inhibitions and Andre sensed none of those he had felt in Richie when he had first met him.