CAT'S TALE--Cat & Saphrine (NC17)

[night]

Saphrine was amazed, never had someone tasted so delicious, Cat had a constant good taste from mouth downward. He would not kill this boy, but he would give him pleasure, he would give Cat what he needed so the boy didn’t go wandering off from him, and even if he did he would hunt him to the ends of every planet, he would have this boy in every way possible.

Cat’s moans and whimpers and cries, they were everything Saphrine had been looking for, and he hadn’t even drew blood to get them! Perhaps that is way this delectable being was going to survive.

Yes he will make a fine lover, and mate Saphrine decided as he used his talents of mouth to bring Cat to cloud nine and higher, and Saphrine greedily drank from him, licking him clean, sapphire eyes never leaving the boy’s face as he allowed Cat to calm down a moment, his mouth coming back to plunder Cat’s.

“Not bad for an appetizer” Saphrine said, reaching over to grab one very special sort of lube, never used, and handed it to Cat. His tongue licking at Cat’s throat and chest, paying special attention to the pierced nipples, wondering if the boy had to relieve himself after they were pierced, or if it was far too much pain for the youngling.

Saphrine pulled back, smiling dangerously to Cat, though a strange gentleness could be detected as Saphrine untied the robe and let it be tossed to a chair nearby, exposing how truly aroused he was, and proud of his Incubus half as he crawled over Cat’s body, brushing his full length against Cat’s, trying to get his younger companion back in the mood, he was still very much hungry and looking forward to the main course.

He kissed Cat, merging their front halves together as he rubbed himself along Cat, finding so much pleasure in the younger male’s soft and compliant body, but he wasn’t crushing Cat, holding himself up by his arms so everything was touching, but not squishing.

He pulled away and rolled over so that he was on his side, bringing the hand that held the bottle over and he opened it with his fang, there really wasn’t any other way of doing it. The fang punctured a hole in the top and he licked at Cat’s arms again, giving Cat a command that would allow Cat to feel what he was about to have inside of him,

“Coat me” was all he had to say, positive that the boy had maybe some experience, and if he didn’t, then Saphrine wouldn’t mind educating him, longing to feel that hand around him, though all he showed was lust for the boy, he needed to feel Cat, for whatever reason. He wanted to be touched by this boy, something that had never happened before with his meals.

Still again though, non of his previous meals lasted long, and Saphrine was amazed that he held such patience for this child, he knew it, he found his mate, and he was going to make sure that they didn’t have any kittens running around before either of them were ready, especially Cat since he would both be their mother and Saphrine doubted greatly that Cat even knew of his heritage, and again Saphrine found that he wanted to educate the boy.

[easytanner]

What Cat had expected to be a nightmare had been a rapturous experience, arousing his senses to such a height that the faintest touch drew cries and whimpers from him, and his excitement increased because he realized how his responses were feeding his new lover. Yes, this man--Saphrine--was that, wasn't he? At this moment, he could not imagine anyone matching this, and they had not completed it yet. There was more to come, and he understood what was wanted and needed.

His limbs felt so heavy, his body so weak, yet he managed to make himself move, gracefully as he always moved, to fulfill the requested action. He sat up, his head swimming but his body moving toward arousal once more as he accepted the tube, squeezing some lotion onto his left palm, which trembled as, setting the tube aside, he grasped Saphrine, moaning as he did so, gently moving his hand along the pulsing column. He bent to press his lips to the muscled abdomen, his silken hair brushing against the pale skin. Sighing rapturously, he pressed his body near Saphrine's, lying down now, a slim leg lying over the nearest leg, his head resting on the man's chest, nuzzling it, rubbing a nipple into hardness, his hand continuing its movement on the hardness that made him tremble with longing to be taken, to be fully claimed by this man who had come into his life such a little while ago but already was far more important to him than he wished to think or believe.

Hadn't he longed for this but thought it impossible? Why did he feel so drawn to this man who had seemed so fierce but had changed during their brief time together to a gentleness beneath the threat? He would wound but not kill; savage flesh but perhaps not mutilate; take, keep and demand; dominate and master.

"Please," he murmured, continuing his kitten's movements against the man's strong body, squeezing tightly in a motion that he was certain would send a jolt of longing through the strong body, wanting to be thrown down and taken now! Later, his mouth would taste the man. First, he craved to be taken fully, completely, thinking that perhaps, at long last, his desperate search had ended.

[night]

Saphrine growled at his kitten’s touches, an aroused sound completely shrouded in lust, he picked up what his new found mate wanted, and wasn’t going to wait a second more to give it to him, well, maybe one second more.

At the plead Saphrine had seized the scarred arms, growled dangerously and harshly pinned the boy beneath him, kissing his lips and devouring them, stroking him in the front with one hand, the other hand going to Cat’s mouth, slipping his fingers in, knowing somehow the boy knew what to do.

“I’ll take you when I want to, not when you tell me to” Saphrine growled next to the boy’s ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, not biting enough to rip it off or draw whatever blood might be there, but enough to hurt.

The fingers in Cat’s mouth coming out slick with the boy’s saliva as it went behind that too thin waist, finding what they wanted to and slipping in, his nails avoiding tearing or ripping anything, he did not wish damage to the boy and had experience enough to know how to make those nails cause pleasure without the tearing and horrific pain that would lead to the victim not being able to sit for the next month, if in fact it didn’t kill them on the spot.

Saphrine pulled back from that delicious body for a moment, but not before whispering,

“this will hurt unlike anything else unless you relax now child” it shocked Saphrine, he wasn’t used to warning his victims about how much the penetration will take or hurt them, he loved to hear their screams of pain, but with Cat, he wanted it to be nothing but pleasurable screams, and if it was pain that brought Cat such pleasure, than Saphrine had no doubt in his mind that Cat was his.

He positioned Cat, taking his mouth and drinking from him one last time before entering him, enjoying the heat and tightness that came around him, he did let Cat up to release any noises, and grunted, in undeniable pleasure, oh the boy was something Saphrine would never let go, he would have him, it didn’t matter if he had to take him a million times in order for Cat to not walk out on him, Cat was his now, and nothing would stop Saphrine from having him. Even as he took Cat, he could feel it, an emotion never explored beginning to weave through him and onto Cat, something that both children never understood but somehow hoped for, and it only made Saphrine that much more dominant of his lover, because you couldn’t have a lover, without love.

[easytanner]

When Cat heard the man's growls, he moaned, longing to be taken and marked so that he no longer would want to stray. If the man was as good as his word, he would be hunted down and captured. No sooner had the final word passed through his thoughts than he was taken hold of by the man who abruptly had him pinned under him and was proffering fingers that Cat eagerly suckled, as if manipulating another part of the man's anatomy. He did not need to read the man to know what he planned to do with those slickened fingers, and he whimpered as he hungrily prepared them.

“I’ll take you when I want to, not when you tell me to,” Saphrine growled next to the boy’s ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, not biting enough to rip it off or draw whatever blood might be there, but enough to hurt. Easy's body arched to press against the man's at the small but potent pain of the bite, and he gasped as the fingers slid out of one orifice and into the other, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his excitement unmistakable. The boy had seen the talon-like nails and knew that the man could gut him, tear him apart if he wished. He soon realized that this was not the man's wish as he was manipulated just as skillfully.

Saphrine pulled back from that delicious body for a moment, but not before whispering, "This will hurt unlike anything else unless you relax now, child.”

Cat nodded faintly, scarcely able to form a coherent thought, only wanting more, everything this man could do to his willing young body that was hot and trembling as if a high fever was burning him. He cried out as he never had before as he was entered, moving frantically under the man, clinging to him, desperately trying to capture his mouth, needing the kisses rarely given by his sexual partners. Saphrine was different though he did not entirely understand how and why.

"Please." It was a breath of a sound. "Please. Keep me. Don't let me go. Don't let me--die," he sighed the final word.

The boy knew what the streets could mean for him: violent death, a horrific ending at the hands of someone like Ryder "Wolf" Quantrell, the killer who preyed upon his dreams far too often, the man who could very well be on those streets, seeking the only victim who had escaped him: Easy Tanner. It was the treatment received at the man's hands that had stamped the boy so deeply, causing him to crave sadistic treatment, behavior that had been reinforced by the likes of his father, Strat, and others he had encountered on the streets.

"Saphrine." Again it was a sigh as the soft hands moved over the man's moving body, stroking his back, touching him wherever he could reach, giving back what he could, pinned as he was by the powerful, surging body that had him in ecstatic agony, his mouth open, gasping, begging to be smothered with demanding kisses. He was ready for any and all positions the man desired, having becoming astonishingly knowledgable and skillful during such a brief life. He tried to reach out to Saphrine's mind, to move as he desired, to do everything he wished. Finally, he wrapped slim legs around the strong body, moving as if he could deepen their union, as if preventing the pleasure from ending. He cried out shrilly, his hands grabbing handsful of the black tresses, his mouth seizing Saphrine's, his tongue inviting the man's to play, feeling the sharpness of the fangs and feeling a shaft of fear and deep excitement, knowing that he was coupling with The Beast of his dreams, no longer wanting to flee in fear.

[night]

Saphrine was never one to oblige in any of his meal’s whims or desires, but Cat wasn’t another meal. So before Saphrine allowed Cat’s mouth to have the contact it craved, Saphrine bit the boy on the shoulder, showing him what his fangs were meant for. It wasn’t a bite that he would drink from, but it did give Saphrine an evaluation of how badly the boy was under nourished.

It was mentally decided, after this Saphrine would allow the boy to sleep, and when he woke up, would get some proper meals into him. Saphrine wouldn’t wait long to officially claim the boy, two days tops, just enough to allow Cat the rest he needed for a very hungry Halfling of two very hungry beings.

"Please. Please. Keep me. Don't let me go. Don't let me--die,"

At Cat’s words Saphrine’s sapphire eyes looked to the boy, a deep truth coming to his eyes as he bent down

“Never kitten” he said, grunting and thrusting into that beautiful body, his kitten’s body.

“I will never let you go, never let you die” Saphrine said, giving an extra hard thrust for each, then stopped talking as he took Cat’s mouth, hearing the sigh of his name,

“You are mine, and I will forever be yours” Saphrine allowed his nails to leave some marks, he didn’t permit his nails to draw blood, Cat would need all the blood in his body to survive his treatment when he officially claimed him.

That body though, it was amazing in every sense of the word, the way it moved with desperation and longing. Saphrine allowed the boy to touch him, allowed the boy to read his mind and respond accordingly to Saphrine’s wishes, for he himself felt the insatiable hunger to touch, caress and have Cat. Saphrine wanted Cat’s touch as much as Cat wanted Saphrine’s, and Saphrine would not deny it for their first night together. He’ll want to detain the boy from using his limbs later, but right now, Saphrine was busy drinking through Cat’s mouth, one hand teasing to break skin, the other wrapped about a part that Saphrine had in his mouth a few moments before.

When Saphrine did finally find his release in Cat, it was only slightly after Cat’s, allowing Saphrine to drink in those moans and cries, he loved Cat’s responses and how the slightest hint of touch, or violence, made the boy cry out. Saphrine was addicted to Cat’s noises, taste, and that all intoxicating body, and Saphrine could feel that he would be addicted to Cat’s soul.

Saphrine licked at Cat’s face, making a growling sound that was very close to a purr for him as he laid on his side, bringing Cat’s body against his, one hand stroking through the beautiful sweat filled locks of his lover.

“You will rest tonight and the next, and when you wake you will eat,” Saphrine pulled the covers around them, making sure Cat didn’t leave his arms.

“I will not have you passing out on me when I claim you.” Saphrine kissed Cat again, for the moment satiated enough to not try and get another meal out of him. He knew that he would venture out when the boy was long asleep, he would fill his need to tear through flesh and drink from these despicable beings one last time before he became Cat’s, before he allowed the boy to control him as much as he controlled Cat.

He didn’t allow Cat to read anything though, if the boy was still feeling energetic enough to bother reading, granted he knew his kitten had a lot of stamina, and after proper treatment of a decent meal and sleep, then he would take full advantage of that.

Saphrine allowed his aura to be calm, reflecting on his true and inner feelings for the male in his arms, maybe this won’t be so bad, having someone to claim and keep as my own. Yes Cat would be his, his finger nails brushed against the area of where he would bite the boy, he knew he would have to tell Cat the reality of them being mated, but at the moment, he just wanted the younger male to sleep with him

[easytanner]

Satisfaction was rarely something Easy Tanner attained. Most customers left him longing for so much more, so on edge that he had to keep prowling, searching, knowing he was doomed to disappointment. There were times he had returned to his latest lair to scream his frustrations into his bedding, weeping from yet more failures. He had walked the fine balance between males who would use him just enough to fill some of his need and those animalistic ones who would savage and destroy him. Although he had courted death, there was a part within him that clung to life, believing he would find a master somewhere who, for however brief a time, could satisfy him. Several had managed to keep him but never for very long. The youth always grew restless and "slipped the leash", as he thought of it.

As he lay spent and exhausted in Saphrine's arms, his heart beating at such a pace that he wondered if it ever would quiet, he felt at peace for the moment. Perhaps that moment would become far more. Had he found the one? Again, he thought of The Beast of his dreams, the image he had feared and dreaded. Perhaps he had been wrong all along. Perhaps Saphrine was The Beast and had come to mark him and claim him. While he could fall into sleep while in the man's embrace, he sensed the dangers that lay ahead for him. He had seen and felt savagery in the man's thoughts, seen victims there, streetboys like himself. Only, they were not like him, were they? They had not survived their time with Saphrine, and he had been allowed to live, recognizing the restraint that had been exercised.

His slender body ached and pulsed, and he was so weary that he was falling toward sleep. "Saphrine." He breathed the word, so softly that he himself could barely hear it. Yet, the sound suggested rapture, desire, contentment and, yes, satisfaction. Every want had been filled, and he had been allowed to do more than any other, had been allowed to touch and kiss--giving as well as taking. There was so much more he wished to give--if only he was stronger.

Saphrine's voice promised rest and more. It promised tomorrow and days beyond. Sighing, Cat slipped into a deep, nearly dreamless sleep, his only movements coming when nightmares nudged at him, making him whimper and shiver before settling once more into a kinder dreamstate.

[night]

Saphrine wasn’t very pleased when his kitten began to whimper and shiver, reminding Saphrine all too well of what happened to them both. He gently stroked Cat’s hair, and he used his aura to encompass Cat, letting the boy feel in his dreams that he was needed and wanted in a way those nightmares never did.

He kissed his kitten’s head, a growling sound coming from him, wishing to scare those dreams away and let Cat know he was protected. Saphrine wanted no one or anything to mess around with his future mate. Those dreams had no right to claim the boy, that was Saphrine’s job. He would have found it silly to get jealous of dreams, but Cat’s dreams haunted him as much as his own.

Saphrine remembered clearly living much a similar life Cat was now, the only difference being that Saphrine could afford a house to live in, and he didn’t need to buy his food.

He wanted to educate Cat in more than one way, he wanted to sit the boy in his lap and teach him everything that he had missed out on, that they both had missed out on. Though Saphrine knew a lot more than Cat, he was still educated on his own, hiring teachers for himself, teachers that weren’t beautiful or in any way strong, he did not wish to experience any sort of bedding after or during lessons

He supposed though that it wouldn’t be a bad thing for him to take breaks from lessons, and he knew he would grow too possessive to have anyone near his lover, and he wanted to see this boy’s reactions first hand, wanted him to live happily and with no want for anything, and Saphrine would give him that.

Saphrine would do anything for that boy to touch him, familiarize Saphrine’s body into his mind, and Saphrine wanted that mouth, moaning and screaming, he wanted all of Cat, and he wanted Cat to feel the same for Saphrine.

He did hire many female teachers though, and that seemed to help him, they were enchanted by his beauty and the danger he wrapped himself in, and only one ever dared to try and go beyond what he permitted didn’t last a moment before she died.

Saphrine was pleased to wake with his kitten still with him, he kissed Cat on the lips and allowed his lips to go the shoulder he nipped at before, licking it with his tongue and amazed to find it practically healed. His kitten held some surprises for him, and Saphrine was interested in finding them.

So Saphrine kissed his way up Cat’s neck and let his tongue taste those lips, he couldn’t seem to taste enough of this boy and he was fine with it. Sure it was a bit of an extreme good morning kiss, but he didn’t want to take Cat again just yet.

“Go back to sleep kitten, when you wake I will have a breakfast for you, and you will eat all of it” he made his point clear by giving another bite to his ear, the same sort he did last night, but this time he wasn’t trying to get Cat in the mood, he was just doing it as a warning. He breathed in his kitten’s scent and told Cat,

“We need to go over some things when you wake” his fingers ran through Cat’s mused hair in a tender way,

“but that will be when you wake, so go back to sleep, I have some things I must attend to” Saphrine said, giving his lover another kiss to pull away and tuck Cat in, getting dressed and leaving.

What were these things he had to attend to? Well buying food that Cat could eat, but Cat didn’t need to know that. So Saphrine did something he never thought he would ever do, he went grocery shopping, and at the end all who he encountered lived, he knew how to use his looks to get the help he needed from clerks, and so he returned to make Cat a breakfast of eggs and some other foods that he was told would be acceptable.

His teachers did teach him how to cook and what sorts of things were Earth friendly to beings who lived there all the time. Cat would eat all of it, he needed his strength for the next night when Saphrine would hunt and claim him. He detoured slightly and bought some clothes for Cat, as well as an outfit he wouldn’t mind tearing to pieces so Cat wouldn’t get angry at him for destroying his clothing.

[easytanner]

Deep within himself, Cat was faintly aware of a gentle touch as Saphrine stroked his hair, then it seemed that a tranquility came upon him, as if he was being held close and comforted, knowing no harm would come to him. The nightmare images began to dwindle, to retreat back into the darkness, and he fell into a peaceful sleep, his body relaxing, the tension leaving it. Later, he would wonder if he imagined the kiss and the growl, thinking that it was his response to the male who had claimed him, a man who had proven to be a mixture of violence and surprising gentleness.

When he awoke what he supposed was many hours later since he felt so rested, the man kissed him, his lips then going to the slight wound on his shoulder, licking it. The youth sensed his surprise at how much he had healed, something that always had been a part of Cat's nature. Because of it, his body was nearly unmarked by all the violence that had been done to it. It seemed that it was the self-inflicted injuries--his suicide attempts--that refused to mend as the rest of his body had. Was it the metal he had used? He had considered that, knowing that most injuries had been from beatings with electric cords, whips and other instruments. There was a fine tracery of scars, very faint against the pale skin but none of the mutilations one would have expected on learning of the boy's history. This was only one of the "gifts" the boy seemed to have that had brought him to the attention of Dr. Maximilian Meridian, a brilliant but very nearly insane doctor who had kept the boy at his private clinic/institution on several occasions, hoping to reveal all of the raven-haired youth's secrets. Meridian and his experiments often haunted the boy's dreams, as did his rape and torture by a true madman--Ryder "Wolf" Quantrell.

Saphrine's two kisses became many, awakening Cat more, arousing him, tempting him to move against the man, a kitten responding to petting. Yet, the man urged him to sleep again, promising to awaken him for breakfast, nipping him following a warning that he would eat the meal, making the boy whimper and wriggle, an excited response to the touching and the threat. He moaned as the man pressed near enough to draw in his scent, and his own nostrils flared as he breathed in Saphrine, sensing the otherworldness about him, knowing this man was not like any he had encountered before.

“We need to go over some things when you wake,” Saphrine said, petting his hair, causing Cat to move against his hand, urging the caress to continue. “But that will be when you wake, so go back to sleep. I have some things I must attend to." Cat closed his eyes and snuggled into the bedding, being tucked in for the first time in his life. The purring little sigh revealed his contentment. Not for a second did he consider leaving during the man's absence. Even the thrill of being tracked down was far from his thoughts. He was ready to be cared for and tended to, with no thoughts of escape. He didn't even wonder how long this would last, a most unusual state of mind for the boy many called Alleycat.

As was promised, Cat was awakened for breakfast, a rarity to a boy who had skirted starvation most of his life. Actually, he had learned to live with constant hunger. Even when he had the opportunity, he rarely ate for fear of filling out enough to destroy his boychick status. Most men seemed to prefer the boys that way, the more waiflike the better.

The clothing was more of a surprise. "You don't like my stuff? It's the best I ever had," he informed the man, defending his Tee, jeans and Adidas. "The jacket's almost new! I found the T-shirt, but I cut it so the hawks would look more. You gonna dress me fancy?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at the thought of some well-dressed kept boys he had seen as he walked by places like The Lighthouse. "You are keeping me, aren't you?" he asked softly, his head bowed now, thinking he should have kept his mouth shut and been thankful this man hadn't killed him as he first thought he intended to do. "Saphrine?" When he looked up, the tawny eyes were wide in the pale face, searching for an answer, as if the clothing wasn't a clear enough sign of the man's intentions.

[night]

Saphrine was going to laugh when Cat defended his rather smelly clothing, but that didn’t last long as the boy turned serious. How could Cat think otherwise of him, he had told the boy that he was Saphrine’s right?

This thought made him a little angry, he growled slightly, going over to the boy and grabbing his face, forcing the boy’s golden gaze to meet his darker colored eyes, more so now that he wasn’t too pleased,

“I told you before Kitten that we belong to each other, and as opposed to those beings that you have lived with, I will not go back on such a claim.” He sealed that with a rather forceful kiss, letting his agitation release so he did not harm his new lover.

“So yes, I am keeping you, and those clothes are meant for a few nights from now, since you so value your street clothes I doubt you would want me to tear them from you, so it is merely a precaution I will make to not have you angered at me.” Saphrine pulled back,

“Now get dressed and come downstairs, breakfast is ready, and as I have told you before, I need to discuss some things with you that can’t wait too long”

Saphrine went downstairs and seated himself in one of the chairs, a plate with breakfast and some milk poured in a glass awaiting for Cat’s consumption.

Saphrine was preparing himself mentally, telling the boy everything that he needed to know would not be easy he knew, and Saphrine hated telling of things that the boy should have learned a long time ago. Rotten humans it was true, Saphrine despised the natives of the back water planet, and couldn't help it, for everything that they had done to his mate, or forced his mate to do to himself.

This meant in no way that he was pleased with his own planet and the scum it contained, but it was better than the scum this planet contained. It was truly frightening how close his and Cat's pasts were, they practically lived the same life in different time periods!

Saphrine supposed that he would have to get used to telling the story of mating though, especially if they were going to produce kits, but that was different than explaining it to your mate, and Saphrine could only hope that Cat somehow grasped it.

[easytanner]

Cat sensed that his distress about his clothing had amused Saphrine though he doubted this fierce man could laugh or even smile except wickedly, fiercely. Then, there was a flare of anger at his meek question about whether he was to remain with the man. The anger built, and he cowered as Saphrine growled then came at him, a harsh hand gripping his face so that Cat could not look away but was forced to meet the dark gaze no matter how he struggled to look away. The full lips parted in a gasp as excitement swept through his slender body, the thrill at being dominated that he sought so desperately on the streets.

“I told you before, Kitten, that we belong to each other, and as opposed to those beings that you have lived with, I will not go back on such a claim.” Then, the man was kissing him demandingly, as if staking his claim on the boy, who yielded readily to him, melting at his touch, ready to do what he wanted.
“So yes, I am keeping you, and those clothes are meant for a few nights from now, since you so value your street clothes I doubt you would want me to tear them from you, so it is merely a precaution I will make to not have you angered at me.” The latter confused the boy.

Me angry at him? he thought, mystified that it should concern the man, whether he, Cat, should be angry at his newest lover. Most wanted only his fear or his desire for further domination, not anger, but only slight defiance.

Then, he was being told to get dressed and, something he dreaded, to eat. The new clothes, the first he had ever had, felt almost unbearably uncomfortable, and he could not help but frown and scowl just a litttle at the unwelcome sensations. I like my clothes better! he thought fussily as he wriggled around within the garments while walking to the kitchen, wrinkling his nose at the "odors", already dreading the task of eating. He had a notion that the white stuff in the glass was milk. Once, as a beggar of a child, he had been given day-old doughnuts and a glass of chocolate milk by a surprisingly kindly storeowner. Now, he would be trying the white kind.

Cat felt especially ill at ease because Saphrine seemed rather lost in thought though he could "read" little of what was going on in the man's mind. That made him nervous, moreso than sensing every strong thought from some hawk who had picked him up for a few hours of "fun". Seated at the table, head bowed, hands on his lap, he made no move to eat or drink, his stomach rebelling at the thought of food. The more he smelled the plateful of food, the less certain he was that he wanted to taste it. Hunger had stretched on for so long that he truly felt ill at even the thought of a single bite of food. On the streets, by now, he would have been recovering from a rough night, sleeping until the afternoon, emerging to have a burger or a slice of pizza if he felt up to it. Here, he was dressed in new clothing, seated at an actual kitchen table (which brought up dread memories of his father, Strat), with a full breakfast in front of him. And, he was utterly miserable, the silence stretching as he waited for the sharp order to eat that he was sure would come. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he tensed his thin body, prepared for the eruption of anger that he was certain would come. A tremor shook his body as he pictured the beating he surely would receive--half-frightened yet half-excited by the image.

[night]

Saphrine noticed the boy’s apparent discomfort in the clothes, as well as his distaste for the food in front of him. Though the distaste lasted a few moments before Saphrine could taste the fear rolling off his to be mate, and resisted the urge to growl or sigh.

Was he not the same way? He supposed that he really couldn’t gain too much weight, feasting on blood and energy alone, but Cat could. It didn’t matter because Saphrine would be giving his kitten enough exercise where he didn’t have to worry about such a thing. Though convincing Cat of that might prove difficult, perhaps a demonstration was in order?

Saphrine got up, not a word uttered as he went over to Cat’s side, bending down to Cat’s level not once loosing eye contact with the boy. His left hand once more took Cat’s chin, the right one stroking the soft skin of his cheek, wondering about the tears that were illuminating those golden eyes. Gently he kissed Cat, the right hand moving down the clothed body and resting on his hip.

“Won’t you eat something?” he asked, voice low as his tongue licked it’s way up to his ear and traced it.

“You can only feed me if you feed yourself first child” the tongue trailed down the neck and back up to Cat’s lips.

“I can assure you now that I have a very big appetite, whatever you eat now can only aid you, unless you really do feel like dying” Saphrine’s eyes portrayed not only truth but caring, he didn’t want Cat’s life ending so soon.

“I will tell you this; none have survived my treatment of them. Once I am hungry I only have a small amount of barely controlled awareness and self control.” He was slowly taking the shirt off of Cat, wetting his lips he began to once more lick his way down to the collar bone,

“You will be the one and only meal I would regret killing” he kissed over Cat’s heart, hearing the heart beat and feeling the vibrations, not wishing it to stop at any point in their lives. It wouldn’t if Saphrine had any say in the matter, but he was speaking truth, nothing had survived his appetite because of how poorly the ones he fed off of were.

Gently kissing his way back up to those soft lips he kissed him, arms going about Cat and hugging him to his body.

“Won’t you feed me Cat?” the hands went from his back to his pants, stopping there.

“Haven’t we both been starved to the point of death? There is no point in starvation anymore child. You will be no one else’s. You are mine, and I will permit none to have you, not even your dreams will have the pleasure of taking over your subconscious unless they are pleasant.” A low growl rumbled through his chest, if Cat remembered anything from the night before when the dreams tried to take him, maybe he would remember that.

“I will protect and have you no matter what you look like” one hand went beneath the band, wanting to touch and taste the flesh of his lover, but knowing that Cat had to eat something first, even if it was a bite.

“I don’t want your death on my hands, only those who deserve to die I have killed, you and I have survived a lot, I want to ensure that you will continue surviving with me.” He withdrew only slightly from Cat, taking a forkful of food and offering it to Cat,

“Now I don’t care how much of this you eat, but you will eat something, clear?” Saphrine’s eyes made sure to look at Cat’s, a smirk of a smile coming to his lips,

“Don’t worry you’ll be rewarded for your cooperation.” His eyes were dark, the hand coming from Cat’s pants to rest on his thigh, though the fingers moved, brushing the material and wishing to feel the skin, knowing that he was addicted to Cat and not caring. Cat was his to be addicted to, and nothing would come between them, not even death.

[easytanner]

Cat found himself cringing as Saphrine neared him, expecting to be struck or savaged for misbehavior. Yet, it did not happen that way. Instead, he was caressed and kissed. “Won’t you eat something?" the man asked more gently than the boy might have expected, following the request with an explanation for the need to eat. "You can only feed me if you feed yourself first, child.” Cat nearly swooned as the man's tongue moved over the ultra-sensitive skin of his throat before the demanding mouth returned to his lips. He swayed toward the man, yielding to him, heeding his words. “I can assure you now that I have a very big appetite, whatever you eat now can only aid you, unless you really do feel like dying.”

Cat managed to open his eyes to look into Saphrine's, and he was stunned by what he saw there and sensed from the man: caring, gentleness, true concern for him, a desire to keep him, not as an entirely cruel master but as one who did mean to possess him, allowing no wandering, no "slipping the leash".

He shivered, his body continuing to tremble from the man's touch and his words: “I will tell you this; none have survived my treatment of them. Once I am hungry I only have a small amount of barely controlled awareness and self control.” The teen moaned and closed his eyes once more as his shirt was slowly removed, the man beginning to lick his body once more, tasting it, the youth realized, and he whimpered, a strange mixture of fear and excitement, sounds that had aroused many of the men who used him. “You will be the one and only meal I would regret killing,” Saphrine said as he placed his lips on the smooth, bared chest, where the boy's heart beat madly, faintly moving the flesh above it. The boy was so thin that his raging heart was nearly audible. To him, it was a nearly constant reminder of his mortality, for most of the time the pulse was audible to him, and he sometimes wondered that everyone did not hear the rapid, erratic rhythm.

Then, he was being embraced and kissed, and he yielded completely. “Won’t you feed me, Cat? Haven’t we both been starved to the point of death? There is no point in starvation anymore, child. You will be no one else’s. You are mine, and I will permit none to have you, not even your dreams will have the pleasure of taking over your subconscious unless they are pleasant.” As if to emphasize what he had said, Saphrine growled, and from the boy came a soft, moaning sigh. It was hypnotic, how the man made him feel, overwhelming him with touch and words and the forcefulness of his presence till he felt lost in an erotic dream from which he hoped never to awaken. “I will protect and have you no matter what you look like. I don’t want your death on my hands. Only those who deserve to die I have killed. You and I have survived a lot. I want to ensure that you will continue surviving with me.”

With effort, Cat opened his eyes, the tawny orbs dazed and dreamy as if he was drugged. He seemed to be having difficulty focusing on the food that was being offered to him and coming to the realization that he was to consume it. “Now I don’t care how much of this you eat, but you will eat something, clear? Don’t worry you’ll be rewarded for your cooperation.”

The stroking, caressing, touching hand was almost unbearably exciting, and the boy squirmed under its control. "Saphrine?" He was surprised by the sound of his voice. It seemed so distant, as if it was coming from elsewhere. "P-please. Hold me. Please hold me, and--and feed me. I'll eat," he promised. "I'll be good. C-can I--um--sit on your lap, and you'll hold me?" he asked wistfully, as if asking for some favor that he did not dare believe would be fulfilled. "I'll eat," he said, his voice trembling. "I--I want to live, Saphrine," he admitted quietly. He tried to smile, but it was just a tremulous movement on the full lips that seemed to beg to be kissed.

[night]

Saphrine couldn’t help himself, kissing those lips, tongue slipping in to taste there, being more than a little aroused at the noises his kitten was making, and pleased to know that no one else would hear them.

Finally pulling away Saphrine smirked,

“Good to hear kitten” standing Saphrine effortlessly picked Cat up in order to sit down with the younger on his lap, wrapping his arms securely around his smaller lover he drew the boy against his body.

“Better?” he asked, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingers and wanting it again, but he would wait, if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was wait for what he wanted. He was a predator, and only seemed to have a patience with Cat that would rival most holy men.

Allowing Cat to get comfortable on his lap Saphrine repeated his earlier actions and took a fork of food and once more offered it to Cat, licking down the boy’s throat and making a very soft growl, the closest thing to a purr he could ever truly accomplish.

“You’re being so good Cat, don’t worry, I wouldn’t allow you to die, even if it means killing myself” Saphrine said, one hand getting restless and going down the boy’s hips to his pants once more after he had some food.

“Tell me if there is anything you want or desire, it shall be yours” the hand played with the button and zipper, skillfully undoing both Saphrine continued,

“I need you so much Cat,” the hand slipped under the pants, seeking what the fingers yearned to touch and Saphrine’s growl turned a little more fierce when he found it.

“Won’t you be my mate? Let me claim and have you, I’ll be every bit yours as you are mine, I’ll give you your relief and satisfaction whenever you wish it.” Fangs gently traced over the crook of Cat’s neck as a tongue once more came out to lap at the spot. He had to hold himself back, had to keep his control in check or he could ruin their relationship.

“You are amazing you know that?” the hand gently squeezed and a thumb ran up and down the length.

“Every part of you is overwhelmingly intoxicating to my senses, you have to understand Cat, please understand” Saphrine wanted to bite the other and claim him here, wanted to ravish the youngling till both their bodies throbbed deliciously with pleasure.

He wouldn’t though, not today and most certainly not now, he would give Cat his climax, even if with every breath from the boy was exciting him. He would have to see how much energy Cat had left to decide his next action.

One thing was sure though, Cat had to eat and Saphrine almost felt guilty that he was doing this to the younger male, but as he stated, he couldn’t help it. Cat had filled out everything to the older male, Saphrine knew that he would drink from those of less satisfying blood if he had to bite something, he wouldn’t to Cat at the moment. Saphrine truly wanted to have their official claiming be something spectacular, something that both of them could give themselves into wholeheartedly and not worry about the other hurting them.

Saphrine knew that he had to tell Cat everything, had to explain and answer questions, and most likely doubts as well. Saphrine hated talking, perhaps he would let the boy see it himself if he had such doubts.

Saphrine knew well that Cat could be in danger if he lingered in the wrong part of Saphrine’s mind, which is why the elder would block everything but the essential knowledge the boy needed to know, glad that he was experienced enough to control where one’s mind could wonder.

It was another thing he would teach Cat, Saphrine knew of the migraines that could claim one inexperienced in the empathy field. He would teach Cat all he could so that the boy no longer felt so much pain, it would always be an awareness, but he could lesson the pain to where it was but a mere annoyance that could be easily shrugged off.

[semelecyn]

Cat was pleased when Saphrine did as he requested. Why did he want this? It didn't seem to be a sexual experience for him although the times in his life he had been taken on someone's lap had led to touching, probing, taking. With Saphrine, he wanted to be cradled, perhaps comforted, and he understood the need to eat. He realized what this man intended to do. In his weakened state, even a gentle taking of blood might kill him, for he had become rather frail. He moaned, his eyes closing, feeling faint as Saphrine's tongue tasted him again. He forced his eyes open--and his mouth, accepting the food though it was difficult to ignore the sensual assault their nearness brought with it. It seemed nearly impossible to concentrate on eating though he realized its importance for their relationship. Yes. They were going to be together forever--or however long forever might last.

He smiled faintly, as he heard Saphrine say, “You’re being so good, Cat, don’t worry, I wouldn’t allow you to die, even if it means killing myself. Tell me if there is anything you want or desire, it shall be yours.” The teen whimpered as he felt his pants being undone, knowing that Saphrine would find that he was not wearing anything under them. “I need you so much, Cat." Then, the hand was possessing him, holding him, caressing him, and he could no longer pretend he wished to eat or simply be held. His body squirmed and writhed against the man's strong form. "Won’t you be my mate? Let me claim and have you. I’ll be every bit yours as you are mine. I’ll give you your relief and satisfaction whenever you wish it.”

The slender youth tried to nod as Saphrine's fangs touched his throat, followed by the teasing tongue, and he could not stay silent or still as the skilled hand continued its ministrations. Again, he closed his eyes, his whole world becoming this man--this being--whatever he truly was. Perhaps he was The Beast of his nightmares, except they had been dreams, hadn't they, not nightmares? Perhaps they had been foretelling this union he was falling into. Saphrine had said "mate", and he wasn't certain he understood except that perhaps he meant that he would be the master Easy Tanner had seemed in search of for so long. His father had sought to be that master, as had Rafe Chancery, but here and now he could not picture being anywhere else. He could not see himself running away to the streets again unless it was for the thrill of being hunted, perhaps punished.

“You are amazing, you know that? Every part of you is overwhelmingly intoxicating to my senses, you have to understand Cat, please understand.” Again, the boy nodded, unable to speak. His sensual nature was overwhelmed by the sensations. His empathic ability had him awash in Saphrine's desires and appetite, and he wanted only to yield, to drown in his want, his need, his desires.

Once more, the boy struggled to open his eyes, the long lashes fluttering before the tawny eyes came in to view once more. He turned his head slightly to look into the man's face, his golden gaze meeting the dark, fierce one. With a thin hand, the boy reached out to touch the hand that held the fork, and the full lips parted. He might have been a baby bird begging a parent to feed him. He was trying to cooperate, no longer resisting, ready to become stronger for the sake of this man he longed to provide sustenance for.

"Saphrine," he sighed, arching his pelvis, inviting the hand to continue moving over his flesh, the fretful little sounds building, increasingly desirous of their union. He was pressing against the man's body as if he could make them inseparable. With each passing moment, he was becoming more and more a feral creature, incapable of clear thought, frantic to be with the man,

[night]

Saphrine was pleased, his plan had worked, even if it would leave him in a slightly frustrated state. Cat was eating, and being fed by his own validation by Saphrine. A smirk of a smile graced the elder’s lips, the hand happily roaming over the flesh of his lover.

An aroused growl came from Saphrine as Cat began wiggling around on his lap, a growl that he tried to hold back, but couldn’t, yes his kitten was indeed skillful in the ways of seduction and lust, though so was Saphrine. One thing was for sure, he would never treat his kits how they were treated as children, even if it did give them a bit of an advantage in the experienced department of sex.

No child should ever experience the hurt and heartache that went into both of the “childhoods.” It didn’t matter at the moment though, because at the moment he had his mate on his lap, eating and feeding Saphrine as well as the noises came out of the beautiful mouth.

He couldn’t help himself, when Cat turned to him, without any food in his mouth, Saphrine kissed him, happy to taste a little more health coming to the boy, it would be a slow process getting the boy to full health, but Saphrine didn’t care, he had waited centuries for the younger male, he could wait a little more, just enough where Cat’s life wouldn’t be in danger as he claimed him and then he could wait until he released his full treatment on the boy.

Finally allowing the boy his release Saphrine pulled the hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean and then gently holding the male in his arms, redoing his pants and stroking the boy’s stomach in a calming manner, not wishing to overexert his heart.

“Shh, calm down now” he kissed the boy once more, the growl turning to a soothing rumble,

“You did very well Cat” a chuckle went through him,

“You only have a little more to go” bringing up the last bits of food he offered it to Cat,

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” arms wrapped around Cat Saphrine still didn’t let the younger go, kissing down the slender neck

“Don’t worry, tonight you’ll eat dinner as well, and for the next day” he nuzzled the crook of Cat’s neck, breathing in the boy’s scent and pleased with it,

“If I have to do this again tonight in order to make you eat it then I will, but I don’t know if there is truly a need to, I’m positive that you understood everything quite well if I’m not mistaken” he licked up the throat to the ear, a contented growl going through him, for even though he was still rather awake in the nether regions he did not want to waste Cat’s energy, thinking perhaps he should take a cold shower to calm down, though even now he could feel his arousal ebbing away the more he relaxed with Cat in his arms, perhaps they were already forming a bond and Saphrine was picking up on Cat’s contentment.

“You’re gorgeous you know that?” Saphrine gave Cat’s neck a kiss, enjoying the other’s warmth on his lap, senses filled with Cat, taste, sound, and feel, not mentioning the mental connection that was forming.