Blood Ties

Title: Revelations: Part 1
Summary: Armand is caught somewhere he shouldn't be.
Impliments: Hand
Feedback: PLEASE!!!!
Warnings: Discipline in (more or less) public.
Notes: Takes place a couple of months after Property.

Acknowledgements: Thank you so very, VERY much to Dragonclaw, Mayalaen, Paige, Lish, Mya, Foxfire, and Bard's Apprentice for leaving me reviews. They are what keep me writing. To Bard, yes Dimitri IS more than 600 years old, and he was actually raised to be a leader of others. When need be, he is definately a force to recon with, but usually he prefers to be more laid back. As far as submission goes, in a Vampire coven, there can be nothing less. He has some say over those created after him, true, but he prefers to let them take care of themeselves, and he would never DREAM of challenging Paulos. To do so would be a death warrant. As far as a rebellious streak goes, it would probably be Dimitri, LoL.
Well, on to the story!


Revelations
Part 1


Armand danced. The atmosphere of the club was engulfing, smoky, loud and, overall, just plain fun. He had received permission to go to a club with a group of his friends. The club holding a teen mania night he was supposed to be at though, was boring and right down the street from this one.

His friend Steve had gotten a hold of fake ID’s for them and another girl in the group so they could get in. There was no way they looked anywhere near twenty-one, but this club wasn't known for being choosy. It was also close enough to the other club that if Paulos did a psychic search for him, he would still be in the right general direction. What Master didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, after all. But if Master found out it would indeed hurt Armand. Right in the backside. As long as he was home for curfew, though, there was no reason for Him to find out.

He thought about this as the group walked to an alcove to rest. What time was it, anyways? He looked at his watch and froze. It was midnight. His curfew was at 11:30. He was soooo dead.

“What’s wrong?” Armand turned to face his closest friend Steve, who had asked the question.

“It’s midnight,” he replied simply. His friend looked confused for a moment and then his expression cleared.

“Oh,” he said, “guess your in trouble, huh? Probably get grounded or something.”

Yeah, he though, ‘or something’ but he didn’t say anything, only nodded. The last thing he needed was everybody knowing he was 17 and still got spanked. He had the feeling this was likely to be a thrashing offense though. He KNEW that it would be if Paulos found out which club he had been at. He had been expressly forbidden to go near this club, never mind that he wasn’t supposed to be able to get in.

Sire said that the place was like a banquet. When the vampires did feast on living human blood, the Master would make sure that it was the most unsavory type of person he could find. After looking at some of the people around him, Armand had taken his meaning. He was sure that rapists and murderers abounded here.

He was pulled back from his wondering by Steve’s voice. “Well, since your late anyways, how about another turn about the dance floor and then I’ll take you home?”

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Sure, why not,” he replied. “Another half hour won’t really make any difference.”

As the group moved back into the crowd together, he noticed the many admiring glances coming his way. He was hot, and he knew it. He returned the looks with his usual mysterious half smile. They didn’t really surprise him. His short black, sleeveless, tank top and flare-legged, low riding jeans showed off his flat stomach wonderfully, as well as the belly button piercing with the tear drop shaped pendant swaying from it enticingly.

Something else he wasn’t supposed to have, but had gotten done anyways a few nights ago. He knew belly buttons weren’t as popular to pierce on males as it was on females, but he’d known it would look good. He was glad that he hadn’t been in Paulos’s bed since then, but he knew it was inevitable that the vampire Lord found out, it was only a matter of when. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be soon.

His short, black hair held enough gel to make it spike up and reveal the diamond stud and the hoop with the small cross hanging from it in his right ear. His thick lashes framed violet colored eyes in a delicately boned face. Yes, he was alluring tonight.

As they began to sway and jump to the beating rave like music, Armand began to feel inexplicably nervous. He began looking around, feeling like he was being watched. The odd feeling in his head suddenly grew stronger. He finally recognized it just before strong masculine hands landed on his swaying hips and began to move with him. 'Shit,' he thought. With a resigned sigh he leaned back into the firm chest and looked over his shoulder into familiar emerald eyes, still dancing.

He felt Paulos’s pelvis pressed up behind him as they danced together and was mildly surprised to feel something hard as well. He looked over his shoulder with a mischievous smirk and swayed suggestively. He felt more than heard the chuckle that rose from the vampire behind him.

“Would you care to tell me exactly what you’re doing here,” asked the voice in his ear.
Armand began to grind his hips roughly and evocatively into the hardness behind him. “Not just yet,” he said honestly and received a tortured groan in response to his motions. Dimly he noticed the stunned expressions on his friends faces, but ignored them in favor of his Master’s attentions.

After a moment the song changed to something slower. More than half the people left the dance floor to rest. His friends backed up to see what they would do. Paulos’s right arm wrapped around his youngest lover and turned him round to face him. They danced slowly together, Armands head resting on his Sire’s shoulder. Paulos moved with a grace that few would have recognized as that of a deadly predator.

They made quite a pair and attracted more than a few stares. Many of these were from Armand’s own friends. He had had a few girlfriends and some people were a little suspicious of his gentle yet masculine beauty, but not even his friends had known exactly where his preferences lay.

At the end of the song Paulos reached up and grabbed a handful of spiky hair to pull his lover’s head back. He then lowered his own face to give Armand a deep, passionate kiss that would leave his lips bruised. Armand returned the kiss in kind. They came up for breath to the sound of cheers. The boy had the grace to blush and Paulos was flushed as well, but Armand knew it to be caused by lust and no sense of modesty. If there were any doubts to his preferences before, that act had put them to rest.

“You’ve distracted me long enough, young man,” the vampire finally said. “Let us go out back and have a little chat.”

Armand suddenly went cold and his smile fled. He had expected to be told they were returning home immediately. That he wasn’t did not bode well. ‘Out back’ referred to a small, enclosed courtyard where people could go to get away from the noise and smoke if they needed to. It was a fairly public place and Armand hoped he wasn’t about to receive a dressing down where others could hear. As the music picked up its pace he pushed his way through the crowd, one deceptively gentle hand on his lower back helping him along.

Steven had seen the change of expression on his friend's face and was slightly worried. When the two moved off together, he followed. Apparently Armand knew this guy VERY well, but Steve had never even heard about him. He wasn’t about to leave them alone together, not with the reputation this club had. As they neared the back door some drunk managed to spill a beer all over the older man. Steve was close enough to hear him say something about going to the restroom to rinse off. Armand continued out the back door alone and Steve quickly followed his friend.

The boy was standing in the middle of the otherwise empty courtyard and jumped when Steve put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, it’s you,” he said.

“Yeah, its me. So just who is that guy?”

Armand sighed and answered, “That’s Paulos.”

Paulos,” said Steve, confused, “But isn’t that your father’s name?”

“He’s not my father," the boy said with a chuckle, "though we’ve told people that before. He’s more like my guardian.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “Seemed awfully familiar for a guardian.”

“Well, he is my lover too,” Armand replied with a small smile, “But I guess guardian is as close as you can come.”

“Lovers, huh? Why didn’t you tell me you swung that way?” Steven was a little resentful. He was gay himself though between boyfriends right now. And he had always liked his best friend more than he let on. “I thought you trusted me,” he finished quietly.

“I do trust you,” the boy was quick to reply. “That’s just not all there is to it. I didn’t tell you because…” he trailed off for lack of words.

“He didn’t tell you,” said a firm voice from the shadows, “because it wouldn’t have made any difference in your friendship to each other. He’s already taken and he well knows the price for infidelity.” The owner of the voice came forward to stand in front of the nervous boy. “Don’t you Armand?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, looking at the ground.

“However, you seem to have forgotten the penalties for disobedience and lying.” The boy in question paled and swallowed loudly. He noticed Steve backing up from a quarrel that was obviously just between them.

A large hand reached forward and flicked the pendant on Armand’s stomach, setting it swinging. “What is this,” the hands owner asked.

“A piercing, Sir.”

“And what were you told when you asked if you could get something other than your ears pierced?” The question was deceptively disinterested.

“I was told ‘no.’”

“That is correct. Apparently you no longer remember what that word means. We’ll discuss that later though.”

Armand winced. He knew what ‘discuss’ probably meant his Master’s belt communicating repeatedly with his butt.

“Where did you tell me you were going?”

“To the club holding a teen night,” he answered reluctantly.

“Did you intend to come here when you asked me if you could go?”

The boy hesitated for a moment before saying, “Yes.”

“You know how I feel about lying, young man. We will be discussing that later as well. Now, how exactly did you get into this cesspool?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Armand noticed two of his female friends standing besides a suddenly nervous Steve. He wasn’t about to give up his friend. “I snuck in, Sir.”

Before he could think, his arm was grabbed and he was turned sideways to the Master. Paulos landed two hard swats to the boy’s rear.

“Ow. Owww.”

“Do NOT lie to me,” he said firmly. “How did you get in here?”

Armand’s face was beet red with shame and seeing his friend’s slack jawed expressions didn’t help any. He put a hand in his pocket and handed Paulos the fake ID.

The vampire took it and pocketed it himself before asking, “And where did you acquire that from.”

Armand wasn’t giving up. “Just a guy on the street.” Again his arm was grabbed before he knew what was happening. This time five swats hit his already mildly stinging rear end.

“Nooo. Oww. Please. Owww. Ahh.”

“Try again, boy,” the Master said with a growl.

Armand looked silently at the ground, mostly so nobody could see the tears in his eyes, and refused to answer.

“Then I guess we’ll have to do things more properly,” Paulos said before yet again grabbing an arm and moving towards a near by bench.

Steve didn’t know what was about to happen but he really didn’t want to see his friend any more embarrassed. He found himself stepping forward. “Please, Sir,” he began. The strange man stopped and turned to him with a cold-eyed stare that made him step back involuntarily. “I-I gave him the ID, Sir,” he finished.

“Is that so,” the man said as he released the arm he had been holding. “It’s a good thing that I don’t care for police, boy, or you’d be in a lot of trouble. As it is, I’ll have to think very hard about whether I will allow Armand to be influenced by you any longer. Fake ID’s to get into a club aren’t a big deal to me. Fake ID’s to get into a very dangerous club where Armand could be hurt, IS.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Steve said, suddenly feeling guilty and ashamed.

The vampire turned back to the young man he was most concerned about. “So let me make sure I have the whole story. You deliberately set out to disobey me twice. Once with that piercing and then again to go to this club, which was forbidden you for reasons you are well aware of. You also knowingly lied to me to be allowed to attend said club. You have again lied to me twice tonight and to my very face. To round it all off, you didn’t even bother to make it home for your curfew. Have I missed anything, boy?”

Armand had paled even further at this listing of his sins. He was going to be in a lot of pain and likely in a very short time. He felt the tears gathering in his eyes again and tried to blink them away. “No,” he said in answer.

“No, what?”

“No, Sir.”

“Try that one more time, Armand. No, what?”

Armand knew what he wanted, but didn’t want to say it in front of others. He also knew he had no choice. “No...Master,” he finally whispered.

“That’s better.” Suddenly his face was right in front of the halfling’s. “To whom do you belong,” he asked.

“You, Master,” the answer was automatic. It was the only answer possible.

“Who can touch you?”

“You, Master.”

“Who can fuck you?”

“Only you, Master.”

“Who owns you?”

“You, Master.”

“Who loves you?” This last was added almost gently.

“You do, Master.” Again, it was the only answer possible, and so very, very true.

“I have a small problem it seems,” the vampire continued after a moment of silence, changing the subject. “You have tallied up quite a bill tonight and you know I don’t spread out punishments, but at the same time I have no desire to truly hurt you. So I wonder on just how to go about things, later.” It seemed there was going to be no end to his humiliation, the boy thought. It was now obvious to everyone what was going to happen tonight. At least the punishment apparently wasn’t going to be settled here and now, though it brought little comfort. He was brought back to the present by the Sire’s continued questioning. “Do you remember when we dealt with that bit of unfaithfulness a few months ago?”

Armand’s mouth went immediately dry. He remembered all too well. “Yes, Master,” he answered finally.

“Do you remember your brothers’ punishments?”

The question was asked casually, but Armand yanked his head up quickly to look at his Master’s face. He remembered. They had all been thrashed with the belt. Then caned. The cane was not an implement Sire used very often, reserving it for extremely severe cases. Or excessive multiple punishments. The determined look in Paulos’s eyes did nothing to reassure him. He forgot about his friends looking on and acted instinctively, dropping to his knees and never taking his eyes off the face before them. “M-Master, p-please, no,” he stuttered, a tear running down his cheek. “Please not that. I-I’m sorry, Master. I’m really sorry. P-Please don’t-“

His pleas were cut off by his Sire’s voice, “Enough, it’s been decided.” Armand knew that tone of voice. There was no changing his sentence now. He hung his head and allowed a few more tears to escape. Strong hands lifted him up and clasped him to a broad chest. “It’ll be alright,” said Paulos taking the delicate chin in his hand and turning the face up to his, giving it a gentle kiss and wiping the tears away. “We’ll go home and take care of this, then all will be forgiven. Now let’s go.”

Pushing the dejected boy ahead of him they headed back into the club. At the last moment the vampire turned to the forgotten friends. “You,” he said to the boy standing there, “follow.” He didn’t bother to look to see if the boy was obeying. He could sense him doing as told.

*To be continued*