Scribbles and Drabbles

Hunter Thrall 3

The Hunter woke up a few hours later to knocks at the door. He hummed unhappily, looking down to see Luke blissfully asleep in his arms. It had taken a while for his little mouse to finally drift off, his heart pounding as he shared a bed with his Master.

It was so tempting to let his hands wander and explore his pet's body. He could already see several new marks and scars on the soft skin. Ten skins was a long time for a human. Doing that would scare Luke though and break what little trust he had managed to incur. The Hunter didn't want that. He wanted his loyal servant back, and that was going to take some patience.

There was another knock at the door, reminding the Hunter of what had woke him up in the first place. Slowly, he moved out of the bed tugging a dressing gown on at the last moment remembering about human 'modesty', before answering the door.

"Oh," a pretty young man with bright pink hair hiccupped, drunk and about to collapse. "You're not Luke."

The Hunter licked his lips at the sight of this morsel. The dishevelled look of confusion on his face, adorable. In another age, he would have been ripe for the pickings. But not today, Luke would be upset with him. He wanted badly to pluck this treat.

"He's asleep at the moment. Can I help you...?" he trailed off, wanting a name, wanting a way to own this man.

"Damian," the boy grinned at him, teeth on show and pleasure glittering in his eyes. He slumped, fingers clutching to the doorframe for balance. A hundred years prior, his disappearance would have gartered no attention, the Hunter mourned. This soul was bright and friendly. "I lost my keycard. I didn't realise Luke had hooked up with someone. Not his style normally."

The Hunter tried not to grin too hungry as Damian looked him up and down appraisingly. The man liked what he saw. If things were different, the Hunter was sure he could have Damian screaming in pleasure in a heartbeat. "You're welcome to join us if you want?" he offered with a warm smile. 'Come to the hunter, little lamb.'

From how deep the boy blushed, he had not hidden his desire completely. Damian's hip's swayed slightly, and a wave of lust washed over the Hunter. Desire to claim burned, but not tonight. He could sow the seeds, however. He would worry about the rest later once Luke was kneeling willingly and happily at his feet. He moved to the side to let the young man enter the threshold, but a touch of hesitate touched him.

"I, erm," the young man stuttered.

The blush got redder, and the Hunter's tongue was tracing the edges of his fangs. "That's some heat coming off your cheeks, young one. But I do mean to sleep. As handsome as you are, I think Luke would object if I tried anything with you tonight." A touch brazenly, the Hunter reached out and tugged the boy into the room. He was supposed to let people come completely willingly, but he wasn't claiming tonight. It was allowed.

The young man stumbled in obediently, ducking in embarrassment. "I knew that," the boy muttered. The flush stretched from his cheek to over down his cheek and over his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes and ducked into the bathroom.

The Hunter chuckled, suddenly glad he had let Luke sleep with his boxers. It had been a kindness. Watching Luke grow increasing more distressed at the idea of sleeping naked next to his Master, he had offered them to calm him. Some little things were going to have to be worked on in tandem with bigger ones. He grabbed the unused pyjama bottoms and tugged them on. There were a little small, but they would do for the few hours of the night remaining. He settled back next to Luke, the man undisturbed by this.

The boy fell back into the room, smelling fresher and looking slightly more stable on his feet. A good portion of his make up on his skin had been scrubbed away too though there was a shimmer of gold glitter under his left eye. He stripped his outer layers, revealing smooth tawny beige skin that was hard to pinpoint if it was his natural shade or tanned from the sun. His dark hair gave away no secrets with the amount of product in it. The trousers and shirt were loosely folded and dumped unceremoniously on the side, leaving the man in some tight boxers. The Hunter almost laughed at how easily the young man was climbing into bed with at least one complete stranger. Admittedly, Damian curled next to Luke, an arm slung across him before passing out.

"Funny one you are, little lamb," the Hunter chuckled, smooth the sheets around him, and watching how Luke shifted slightly to accommodate the new body in the bed. "I do so wish we had met a hundred or so years ago," he exhaled, combing a hand through Luke's hair as he started to stir. "Sleep," he commanded, with enough magic behind the words to make it so. Luke settled again, making the hunter smile fondly.

"Now, as for you," the Hunter acknowledged, looking at the now deeply passed out Damien. "I can't claim you today, but should you wander onto my lands, you are mine. Until that day, live well and be under my protection." The words shifted into the old language as he laced far more magic in them than the command. He leant over Luke and kissed the young man's forehead.

The sensation as Damian's soul and fate entangled with his was delicious. Purring the Hunter settled again, arms tight around the man firmly his already. The young man would find his way to him. Maybe not straight away but eventually.

The Hunter closed his eyes, his wayward pet in his arms and one who would hopefully become his nearby. "Two weeks, I can wait that long," he murmured, "My precious little mouse." He nuzzled close to Luke and fell to sleep.