Callum

Callum couldn't stop squirming. He was trying so desperately to catch his breath through the storm of giggles that was bursting forth from his throat, but the fingers just kept tickling him. They travelled over his ears, then onto his neck, his collarbone, his armpits, down to his...his stomach...and then to his........oh. Oh no.

[i]No! No no no NO![/i]

The female's hands were now hovering just inches from his ding dong. His very very gay ding dong. All because of that bastard vampire! Callum instantly covered his crotch and rolled onto his side, his knees squeezed together and a look of utter mortification on his face. His eyes burned with pure anger into form of the sleeping bloodsucker snuggled up under the blankets. The only good thing that came from this whole situation was the deflation of his excited little buddy.

"I fucking hate him," Callum muttered under his breath.
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Emiliano

"Leave us." Emiliano gestured for the vampire servant to exit the room and soon it was just the vampire and his human slave standing alone in the darkened room. Emiliano stood from his seat and stalked up to Azuriel, his eyes not leaving the boy's for a second. He stopped just mere inches from his slave, folded his arms, and sighed.

"I had told you before that I would indulge upon your wishes had you managed to gain my trust. Now, I'm afraid, I'll have to take back my promise of seeking out your sister for you. To ensure you don't try to escape again, you are to remain with me at all times, even when sleeping. Try anything funny and I will be forced to put a shock collar on you. Do you understand?"

His tone was dark, but he kept his gaze gentle. This was necessary; slaves were to be scolded when they did something unsatisfactory, though the vampire wasn't particularly fond of having to threaten the boy.