Quiet Laughter

“There is no way I’m wearing that!” Tighe screamed from underneath the blankets of his bed. Maynard began trying to pull them down from over the Fae but the huddled young man kept them in place.

Royal snickered from where she stood leaning by the door.

Arun stood out of it, quite prepared to let Maynard deal with it. Or even better, the Fae's sister. "Child." He muttered to himself.

“Arun, you god dayamn bastard help me here!” Maynard swore as he jumped on the bed and the mass of Fae and blankets and tried prying the fabric away from Tighe.

“Yer goin’ to tha’ party in the clothes the Masta picked out or yer goin’ nude.” he screamed angrily. “Your choice!”

Arun laughed at the sight, but started grabbing hold of the bed clothes and pulling them away from Tighe. The little Fae was stronger than he'd anticipated, and so Tighe was left clinging to some of the sheets.

“Kiss my ass!” Tighe screamed as he dove underneath the bed.

“When Ah get a hold of you Ah’ll do worse to that ass of yours!” Maynard shrieked as he angrily flung the blankets away and dropped down on his hands and knees. He stuck his arm under the bed and began feeling around for Tighe.

Arun with pre learned wisdom picked the bed up and flung it across the room. He didn't fancy getting bitten again.

Maynard grabbed a hold of Tighe before he could dart away and pinned him down with his own weight and strength.

“Instead’a standin’ there like ah damn fool, gimme those clothes.” The vampire shouted at Royal.

The exiled Fae calmly walked over to the armoire and retrieved the aforementioned clothes with a tiny amused smirk.

Tighe screamed and almost bucked Maynard off of him as Royal handed the vampire a pale lavender silk shirt. After Maynard maneuvered it on, the girl passed him a buttery soft low cut leather corset the color of the night sky. Tighe started cursing Maynard in Japanese once it was on and he started tying it up.

Arun wolf whistled as Tighe was corseted in and laughed. "Looks like your butt’s still on show."

“Fraella, ” Royal’s brother whined as he was jerked up to his feet and a matching button up leather skirt was pulled around him.

“Arun shut up.” Royal replied as Maynard pulled the ankle length skirt closed in the back and began buttoning it closed.

Arun raised his eyebrows. "Ohhh. Bite me."

“You’d like that too much.” Royal retorted as Maynard knelt down and kept fastening the skirt. She watched him closely since his face was currently level with her brother’s backside and she didn’t want him to do anything to Tighe. Maynard merely smiled at the lovely view as he worked.

Arun didn't bother to point out that it would depend upon where he was bitten. "Oooh. Feisty comeback there."

“It is ever so hard to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.” Royal replied sweetly as Maynard rose back to his feet, leaving the buttons from just above the back of Tighe’s knees unfastened. She took her eyes off of him and let muscles relax.

Arun scrowled. "I got more than you'll ever have."

“Burn Ally burn!” Tighe exclaimed with a laugh right before Maynard’s hand slipped under his skirt and pinched a butt cheek. He squeaked as he ran into the safety of his sister’s arms and rubbed the sore part.

Maynard winked as Royal shot him a glare.

Arun smirked as if distracting Royal with his 'wit' had been his idea all along. "I doubt you'll be able to keep that arse free of being prodded anytime this century."

Royal turned her icy glare toward Maynard as she hugged her trembling brother to her.

“Yeah, but he does have the joy in knowin’ it’s safe from you ” Maynard said taking pity on the newcomer. “Think Master Karnik’s gonna forget you turnin’ tail and running from that queenie?”

Arun snorted. "I woulda done something. If the Master hadn't electrocuted me."

“Sure ya would have.” Maynard replied with a knowing smirk.

Tighe turned and gave him an appreciative smile and Maynard nearly had a heart attack at the sudden attractiveness the smile gave the Fae.

God, he’s so fuck-able when he grins. He schooled his features into a cocky mask.

Arun rolled his eyes. "I didn't notice you doing anything."

The vampire snorted, “’Course ah was. Ah was protectin’ Tighe.”

“You were not.” Royal muttered shaking her head as Tighe leaned back into his sister’s embrace.

Arun resisted the urge to go 'ha!'. "You were just holding him."

“Well how else was ah supposed to protect ‘im.” Maynard replied. “Y’think Royal wouldn’t of gone and took her baby brother away from the Master?”

“I’m older.” Tighe pointed out.

Arun stopped for a moment. "You're older?" He digested this piece of information before getting back to the point. "Royal was chopping off people’s hands!”

Maynard filed Tighe’s age in the back of his mind before responding to Arun.

“Ah saw her popping all over the place. She had time to hide her older brother.”

Tighe nudged his sister and when he had her attention nodded toward the two vampires with an inquisitive look. Royal never was good at expressing emotion and made a conscious effort to frown and shrug.

Arun ignored the two siblings and glared at May. "That doesn't even make sense." The first stirrings of blood lust started, making it feel like he was teething all over again. He gnawed on his lower lip.

Maynard let the matter drop when he started getting hungry. He saw Arun begin to nibble on his lip and knew he too was getting hungry.

“Ya’ll hungry?” he asked Royal and Tighe. Without waiting for an answer as he was wont to do, Maynard went on. “There’s a party downstairs an’ I know there’s food waiting!”

He went to grab a hold of Tighe’s arm but Royal threw out her arm and blocked him. Tighe looked innocently up at his sister and his stomach rumbled on cue.

“You two first.” Royal said sweetly.

Arun shrugged, deciding it wasn't his problem. He doubted that Royal would make a run for it, so Maynard and he escorted Royal and Tighe downstairs to the Master’s party.

Karnik was propped up on one of the most luxurious of the numerous loungers that filled the hall, all of them where blue. In the alcoves filling the windowless hall there was a slave, performing for their master, dressed in different purples. He sank his teeth into his next meal, a delectable werewolf as he waved for the body to be taken away.

Tighe shuddered as he walked down the stairs straight into the great hall where shadows danced around the candle light and dark creatures cavorted around at their master’s pleasure. He slowed his steps to bump back into Royal.

“I’m here.” She reassured.

He finished snacking on the werewolf, the strong blood giving him a pleasantly buoyed feeling, that didn't last long with the rate he was healing. He grabbed his next meal and enjoyed the view of his newest pet half walking, half carried down the stairs. He then narrowed his eyes and waited for them to reach him.

By the time Tighe reached Karnik, Royal was discretely pushing him toward the vampire. A quick glance at Maynard and Arun confirmed her suspicions of her brother’s heart racing a mile a minute. There always was a certain look a vampire had when scared ‘prey’ was close by.

Karnik pretended to ignore what was irritating him, allowing them to think they'd got away with it. He instead took the opportunity to lean back and enjoy the outfit Tighe had been stuffed in. He allowed a smile to twitch around his lips.

“Doesn’t he look so sweet?” Maynard cooed sliding up next to his master. Tighe blushed and held his hands behind him, nervously smoothing the material down over his behind.

Karnik nodded. "He looks delectable." His one arm shot out and grabbed Maynard by the neck, and squeezed till he felt the tubes in Maynard’s neck start to buckle. "Shame you aren't looking so good."

Maynard heard a frightened intake of breath and saw Tighe stumble back into Royal through a red haze. His mind shrieked a command to breathe but his throat was closed tighter than a virgin girl’s legs.

“He took. Too long.” He spat out with his last bit of air.

Karnik snorted and squeezed tighter. "Then you should have hurried him." He grinned and threw him into Arun.

Arun didn't move a muscle as Maynard collided with him. He didn't dare. It was only because Royal had chopped Master Karnik’s arm off that he also did not have a crushed throat. As soon as Master Karnik gave the order to go change, he hauled Maynard to his feet and fled.

The only thing that kept Tighe from suddenly spinning around and running from the room was Royal’s viselike grip on his arm. A quick glance back at his sister gave him a glimpse of the warning that was in her eyes.

He began trembling like a leaf in the wind when he sensed all eyes turn to him. He squeezed his eyes shut as Royal gently nudged him toward Karnik and took a step forward.

Karnik watched Tighe move closer upon trembling legs with eyes tightly closed and grinned like a wolf. "Ah, little one. Were they rough?" He ran a hand down Tighe’s side, relishing the soft fabrics and leather. "But what a vision you make."

I will not scream, I will not scream, Tighe told himself fisting his hands at his side. He clamped his lips down to silence any noise that might escape his razor thin control.

Karnik gently cupped the Fae's face. "You know what you can do to help your sister?”

Tighe flinched as his lips began trembling and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

Karnik hauled Tighe closer still, and bit down on the trembling lip. "No theories?"

“Go away.” Tighe whispered and let out a sob as tears began to run down his cheeks from between long lashes.

Karnik licked at his face, at the tears, tasting the salt. "Not a good idea." He said evilly, before swallowing the Fae's sobs in a kiss.

Tighe’s eyes shot open at the feel of the vampire’s intrusive tongue slithering past his lips and into his mouth. It filled him with the taste of copper and death, sickening and suffocating. With a growl, Tighe bit down hard on that invasive thing.

Karnik laughed, feeling his sluggish blood rise to the surface of his tongue. "I have just the thing for you.”

Tighe shot free of the vampire’s grasp and slowly began backing away toward safety as he madly wiped blood from his face and mouth. Little sounds of distress escaped from between his quivering lips as hot tears ran down his cheek in rivulets as Royal watched impassively.

“Royal, be a dear and stop your brother.” The vampire ordered with a smile.

Royal drew one of the muskets at her side and brought it up to the back of Tighe’s head. Her brother froze and terror filled eyes cut toward her.

“F-fraella?”

Karnik beckoned Tighe closer. "Undo my pants." They were laced tightly. It would be far too cumbersome to unlace them with one hand.

Tighe stepped forward reluctantly, eyes in no way leaving the faint image of Royal. His sister moved with him, her gun motionless against his head.

Karnik made an impatient gesture. "Hurry now. I am sure you do not wish your sister to be included in this punishment."

The Fae hurried to his master’s side and knelt down before him to begin undressing the vampire. He tried picking at the ties to minimize contact with the warm hard flesh underneath but Royal cocked the gun as a final warning.

Karnik scratched his nails gently through Tighe’s head. "Hurry. Hurry."

Tighe whimpered as he pulled together the shredded pieces of his courage and slipped his fingers in between the fabric of Karnik’s pants and the laces. He quickly jerked the ties free of their holes and the vampire’s penis sprang free of its confines.

Karnik gathered Tighe in between his knees and gave what he felt to be an indulgent smile. "That's the idea! Now. Lick it."

Tighe choked back a frightened cry and shook his head. He couldn’t do it…He wouldn’t do it! His baby sister was watching… he couldn’t punish her by forcing her to watch him degrade himself.

Royal knew what her brother was thinking. She could see that he’d rather die than have her witness him sinking to such lows. To watch as he did as their Master bided. To know she could have aimed her gun a little higher and stop Karnik. No one but she knew the gun wasn’t loaded.

But Tighe didn’t know she’d already seen him at his lowest. Crying out in ecstasy in Karnik’s arms. Begging for his foul touch. Knowing at some deep level, her brother enjoyed their Master’s attention.

“Do it.” Royal ordered as she pushed her weapon more forcibly against Tighe’s head, pushing his head down to Karnik’s awaiting cock.

Karnik watched the hesitation with interest and laughed as Royal reinforced his point. To have minions was a fine fine thing.

"Do I have to tell you again?" He said dangerously.

Tighe glared at him and suddenly a slow smirk crossed his lips. He slowly opened his mouth, his eyes never leaving Karnik then ever so slowly, stuck his tongue out… and flicked his tongue briefly against the side of his master’s penis.

“There. I licked it.”

Karnik’s cock twitched. So did his eye. "And you did. Now open wide."

“No.” Tighe growled and Royal let out a startled gasp.

“Tighe.” She warned. Her brother ignored her.

“You want an oshaburi, find someone else.”

Karnik’s face twisted into anger and amusement. He was genuinely amused at his resistance, and really this would lead to greater methods to break him. Karnik did love a challenge. But he also did get annoyed when things didn't go his way. He gestured at Royal.

"Do it."

And Royal did. She pulled the trigger and the gun clicked empty. It didn’t surprise Royal to note her brother didn’t flinch. Inwardly she was proud and scared of the trust Tighe put in her.

Karnik raised an eyebrow. "Forgot something? Perhaps you had better use something more reliable, like a knife."

In a flash, Royal whipped out a long bowie knife and her brother let out a startled ‘eep’ when he felt the sharp sting of the edge appear so suddenly at his throat. He looked up at her fearfully.

I’m sorry, her eyes seemed to say to him.

Karnik gripped Tighe’s hair hard, and pulled his face forward. "Now, do you know what to do little one?"

Tighe breathed in shallow, quick gasps as tears of frustration filled his eyes. He knew what his Master wanted…but didn’t know how to do it. Tighe senses told him the vampire was becoming more and more livid as more time passed but there was nothing the Fae could do. He just didn’t understand.

“Cover your teeth with your lips and tongue.” Royal told him. Tighe recoiled, expecting from her a blade in him instead of a calm piece of insight. “Open your mouth and place Master Karnik’s cock on top of your tongue.”

Karnik started tapping his foot. "Or do I need to use a different orifice?"

Tighe wanted to keep his clothes on just this once. He took the hint and swallowed Karnik’s cock up as fast as he could, almost choking as it hit the back of his throat.

Karnik purred in approval. "There you go." He scratched lightly behind Tighe’s ears and at the nape of his neck, fucking himself softly on the Fae’s mouth. "Let's see what tricks you have."

Spit gathering around the salty member and Tighe swallowed in time to one of Karnik’s thrust. The wet walls of his throat clamped down on the vampire’s cock and Tighe thought he felt muscles against his lips flex.

Karnik felt the breath stick in the back of his throat. "Oh, that was a nice trick."

He thrust more vigorously in Tighe’s mouth. He ran his hand down his smooth abdomen to the smooth skin at the juncture of his cock and Tighe’s mouth. He stuck a finger inside and stretched Tighe’s cheek, before grabbing his hair again.

The Fae made a small distressed sound and again he felt muscles flex. He looked up at Karnik and made another sound just to see his reaction.

Karnik let his body relax into fucking the Fae’s mouth, feeling his release building. There would be plenty of time to play later.

When Karnik came suddenly in his mouth, Tighe wasn’t expecting the sudden rush of thick coppery liquid swiftly filling his mouth and coating the back of his throat. He jerked back and fell to his hands and knees to vomit onto the floor but Royal leapt onto his back and smacked a hand over his mouth.

“Swallow.” She fiercely hissed in his ear. To drive her point further, she prodded Tighe with the knife that never left his throat. He audibly gulped down the mouthful and made a sick noise behind his sister’s hand.

Karnik let himself flop back onto the lounger and relished the afterglow. He beckoned. "Another meal." His growing hand was starting to move again.

Royal removed her hand and sheathed her knife as she climbed off of her brother and took her place at her master’s side. As a random servant shoved a frightened young man toward Karnik, Tighe crawled after his sister.

Karnik dug his teeth deep into the new meal, relishing the strong heady blood, the feel of the bone starting to grow. When the severely depleted shifter was taken away he noted with more interest the Fae at Royal’s feet, giving the room a nice view.

"Aren't you cold down there?" He asked with mock sincerity.

Tighe let out an undignified eep and wrapped his arms around Royal’s legs fiercely enough to nearly knock her down. As Maynard and Arun came down and returned to the party it was a brief flash of toned Tighe ass that greeted them.

Karnik flung his head back and laughed. "Obviously not secure on the floor." He reached down and slid a hand over Tighe’s back, grabbed him by take hold of the waist his skirt, and lifted him up, shaking loose his grip on Royal’s legs.

“Fraella” Tighe screamed madly reaching toward his sister as he lost his hold on Royal and pulled into Karnik’s lap.

Karnik settled back with his new toy on his lap. "Shhhshhhshhh." He said, jovially. "What would you like this Christmas eve?"

Naturally anything that didn't suit Karnik would be ignored.

“I can have something?” Tighe asked his body stiffening in shock. He looked to Royal for answers to the questions racing through his mind and found her looking elsewhere.

Karnik didn't smile, and for that his face was less menacing. "Yes. You may have something. Would you like a puppy?" He petted Tighe’s soft purple hair and tugged it gently.

“I’m more of a cat person myself.” The Fae replied breathlessly. He looked up and noticed Royal absently nodding and took it as a good sign. “Can I have some real clothes? Like a wardrobe of pants and shirts? Things that don’t make me look like I shop in the same places as Maynard?”

The vampire in question felt unnaturally pleased that the Fae knew his name. He hid his delight behind a pout.

Karnik tilted his head. "No cats. They wreak havoc on the wall hangings." He bounced Tighe on his knees gently.

“What about the clothes?” Tighe inquired his voice vibrating slightly. His Fae nature made him realize how silly he sounded and he smothered a grin.

Karnik tried to look innocent. "I have already given you clothes. Would you like a different outfit?"

“If I say yes, would I get some pants?”

Karnik smiled. "Only if you've been a good boy."

“Only good boys get wear women’s underwear.” Maynard told Tighe with a wink. “Wanna see?”

“No!” Tighe replied with a blush. The embarrassment and frustration facing him suddenly made him want to cry. He dug his hands and fingers into his hair with a sigh.

Karnik scratched the back of Tighe’s neck, oh so gently. "Do you wish for just clothes?" He asked curiously. Most were begging for release by now.

“It’s the only thing you might allow me.” Tighe quietly replied and shuddered. He couldn’t see a way to free himself, not when deep down he knew he didn’t wish to be.

All his life, he had someone to dominate him. Like all children, there was first his parent. Their authority was one to help and guide. Then there came the royalty, whose rule was commands to keep the world prosperous. When he fled the commands of his liege lord, Garai Lian, he went to follow his sister and her own rules. Those he knew would help and guide him once again.

But like their parents before, Royal had someone else who issued orders. Master Karnik. His rules were very simple: please him...and Tighe knew he could do that.

Karnik blinked. "Most don't give up hope that soon.” He sounded almost chiding.

“You are a moron.” Tighe muttered. Royal’s eyes widened slightly as the entire room went silent.

Before he could explain further, Karnik’s fingernails stabbed down into Tighe’s tender scalp and scored down it.

"How so." He said dangerously.

“Shit!” Tighe screamed jerking away from Karnik and fell to the floor. As he climbed to his feet, the Fae noticed the vampire’s missing arm had fully regenerated. “I didn’t mean it that way, Master!”

Karnik flexed his stiff newly healed hand unconsciously, "Oh? How did you mean it?"

“He was referring to himself.” Royal said calmly before Tighe could open his mouth.

“Stay outta this, Ally.” Tighe snapped fiercely. Royal took a surprised unconscious step backwards and nodded.

“If you would have let me continue you might have heard me rephrase myself but no-o” from there Tighe digressed into shouting in the Fae tongue the rest of his explanation.

Karnik was on him in an instant, pressing his bruised body down on to the cold flag stones, grinding the bones of his wrists. "Common sense, hmm?"

“Y-yes, it’s common fucking sense!” he gritted out through his teeth and began repeating almost everything he had said before.

“You told me you wouldn't let me go. So the best thing I can do is find someway to endure everything and the first thing that’ll help is men’s clothing!”

Karnik squeezed his fingers around Tighe’s wrists tighter. "Don't like the clothing your wearing?"

“Of course not!” the Fae screamed out in pain. “You had me dressed like a girl!”

Karnik grabbed the fabric he was dressed in. "You saying you don't like the clothes I picked out?" He said softly in his face.

“The skirt is drafty and makes me look like a goth drag queen.” Tighe replied evenly.

Karnik growled. "You obviously need a mirror to see yourself." He hauled them up in one motion and held him, suspended in front of one of the draped mirrors. "What do you see?"

The hand around his waist made Tighe’s kicking futile and the hand under his chin forced him to at least face the mirror. But it didn’t stop him from clinching his eyes shut.

Karnik blew in his ear. "Do I need to pin your eyes open?"

Tighe’s eyes spot open and he finally saw what everyone else saw. His messy hair was more a deeper purple than it appeared normally. The blues and lavender brought out the red highlights in his eyes. His pale skin was more flushed and it lessened the effect of his continual five o’clock shadow.

He did look a tad feminine but it was more like a son favoring his mother’s appearance more than anything. Even the shadows underneath his eyes lent him a favorable look.

Karnik purred and licked the shell of his ear. "Is this not a fetching outfit?"

“That’s...” Tighe said distantly. “Me?”

He frowned and cocked his head and was surprised as the reflection mimicked him. Tighe reached out and touched the cool glass, the reflection looked at their hands in wonder.

Karnik was once again surprised by his new pet’s action. "Have you not seen a mirror before?" He asked with no little amusement.

“I’ve seen mirrors.” Tighe replied pushing against the glass gently. “Silver mirrors with diamond frames. Bronze mirrors with wooden borders. They haven’t ever shown me this person.”

“Fraello, you’ve always looked like that.” Royal told him.