Sire Bond

[Idrial]

"Zoheret is out of the question," he quipped angrily back at Nikolai.

"However if this Saraekiel was to give up his alliance to Zoheret then maybe. But I doubt it," one fact was true for all species. They tended to stick together thicker than thieves, but everyone even this Saraekiel had a price.

Dark Angels were notoriously famous for lusting after power and perhaps he could use that to his advantage with this new angel. Zoheret had been in the city for a long time and being an ex oligarch it would be easier to go after the new face in town. Deep in thought, he was brought out abruptly when Nikolai mentioned three districts were after Jake. It was received with a mixture of surprise and also somewhat expected.

"I could care less for Jake but his blood hunt extends throughout the whole city," then suddenly a light bulb popped off in his head.

"But if I could get the others to veto that blood hunt in their own districts I could get back in, " thinking aloud. His once clenched right fist now rubbed his chin in thought, his other hand poised gently on his hip.

His eyes flickered towards Nikolai with genuine interest, a rare moment in Mitchelleto's persona but this got the wheels turning in Mitch's head. You could see the assassin in him come back and the monster within him was put on the back burner, for the time being.

"Besides Zeus, Saraekiel, and Zoheret. Does Jake have any other enemies or people that hold a grudge against him?" His tone was eerily calm towards Nikolai as he waited for an answer.

[Saiketsu]

"You really are behind the times," Nikolai snorted derisively, feeling the wave of anger from the other in his blood before he finished the sentence. "Jake McCloud is running out of allies in the city. Zoheret and Saraekiel have all but declared open war on his ass. The Sacramentum hasn't made a peep one way or the other and the new leader of the South - some witch Sabrina - hasn't made any waves whatsoever. Ben Sampson, the other kid that Lazarus raped, is also at odds with him apparently. And considering Sampson is the fledge of Kerr Galvin - the ex-Luminary - he's probably got Galvin and his team against him too."

Nikolai backed away from the other, crossing to the window instead and pulled out a cigarette with a shaking hand. Anything was better than standing there and feeling Mitchelletto think. He didn't understand the sensation in his chest and he wanted desperately to tear it out and stomp on it. He lit the cigarette and took a drag before continuing. "Every single major political figure in the city has, one way or another, chosen a side and it's not with Jake. I even hear whispers that the old Demon Oligarch is back somewhere.If you're waiting for an opportune moment, it's now."

[Idrial]

"Oh Zeus is back. I sent a letter to the demon so that I do know, " his lips twisting up in a smile, he wasn't behind the times too badly. He even knew the secret road into The Block that Laurent had been gracious to show him, he wasn't about to inform Nikolia how he knew that tidbit of information. Nor the fact Laurent worked for Zeus, although as Mitch found out he was not Zeus's right-hand man.

He almost agreed with Nikolia that this was the opportune moment to strike, but he would never admit that to his fledge. He seemed somewhat useful at times, he could gather information to a point, he was untrained and his use was limited. Watching him carefully as the kid lit a cigarette, yet his mind kept wandering back to Ben and another vampire being raped by Lazarus. Who was the other vampire? It clawed at his mind like an unhappy cat taking out its aggression on the furniture, sauntering forward towards Nikolia and plucking the freshly lit and bloody cigarette out of his hand. Nikolai could light another one and then he retreated back to his original spot, just as promptly as he took the cigarette away from Nikolai.

"So Ben was raped?" Thinking to himself, a sickening tone of pleasure in his voice. Ben would be vulnerable and that was something he could use to his advantage.

"So who was the other person Lazarus raped?" His curiosity seeping through his persona along with a disturbing interest in the rape itself.

He wondered if Lazarus enjoyed it as much as he did, the fear combined with the power to humiliate your captive was an acquired taste. Just thinking about it made his dick swell in his pants ever so slightly, taking a drag off his stolen smoke. He wondered if Lazarus did it sober? Mitch liked to combine drugs when it came to his captives as it made them submissive and compliant. Long as he was satisfied in the end, whether he had to get it consensually or not, the drugs helped move things along. His last little fuck before Nikolai entered the room was entertainingly compliant, and his reward was some mind-blowing cocaine to urge the escort to satisfy Mitch's fetish for pain.

[Saiketsu]

He didn't know (or care) about the Oligarch's return and had no information to offer besides rumors of demons amassing in the West. If Mitch was sending letters - how primitive - then he didn't need this bit of information. Nikolai kept it to himself and was about to take another drag off the cigarette when he felt Mitch approach him. He tensed at first, adrenaline surging through his body without his consent. As he took the cigarette from his hand, the skin connecting there for the briefest of moments, he scrutinized the other's motivations and desires with drilling eyes, prepared for some kind of peak of action. Would he try to break his hand? Would he pull him somewhere? A thousand scenarios raced passed his eyes as Mitchelletto left with his lit cigarette in hand, putting his lips to the filter that Nikolai had just had in his mouth. The action disgusted him.

At the mention of Ben Sampson's rape, all of his senses were subtly drawn to the effects of Mitch's arousal - his scent, the cadence of his voice, the annoying knowledge that he felt deep in his chest and beneath his skin; it turned Nikolai's stomach being so connected to such a creature. Nikolai was intimately familiar with committing violence, killing, lying, betrayal, and all the other dirty things that came with the immortal life, but even he had his limits. Rape was a hard line. Torture, especially prolonged torture, was another. Mitch and Laurent had no such boundaries and it couldn't be made any more obvious to Nikolai at that exact moment.

"Look, why don't you get a newspaper and find shit out for yourself once in a while?" The words had slipped out with revulsion, unchecked by the filter that usually tried to keep him alive. He was not going to sit there and recount anyone's assault just to bear witness to Mitch growing hard.

[Idrial]

All Nikolai would see is a frightening blur crossing the room, his hand slamming against the wall above his head, his the ash fell from his cigarette. His patience had run out and the beast within him emerged again, a newspaper could be oversimplified and could leave out the juicy details. A low growl escaped his lips as he looked over Nikolai, there was no space between them, Mitch's shoulder was nestled in his chest. His nostrils flaring at Nikolia, taking in his scent before bending his head down and whispering softly in his ear.

"You seem to forget you were sent here for another reason," a terrifying rumble of a laugh tickled Mitch's throat as he thought of his punishment.

"I think a good little punishment is to bring in someone and I watch you fuck," you could hear the pleasure in his voice. His breath was shallow as he resisted the temptation to plunge his fangs into his throat.

"Since you don't want to answer my questions might as well put you to better use." Nikolai wouldn't be getting out with just a few bruises, now Mitch wanted to humiliate him.

Sure he could just bend Nikolai over right now but he could tell the brat would be no fun, wouldn't be worth his time sticking his snake into his fledge. At least not this time as he finally moved away from Nikolai. Taking a long drag off his smoke and walking over to the phone, tossing it at Nikolai with a cruel smile on his lips.

"I'll let you even call and pick," tossing the room phone at him. "They're more than willing to screw. Better on drugs too," he chuckled at the tiny little man who thought he was so smart with his mouth.

Let's see if Nikolai would beg to Mitch and start answering his questions like a good little boy. Or if he would actually let Mitch watch him have sex with a willing participant. He didn't think Nikolai would beg or grovel to the man he hated, it was still an interesting situation. Mitch wasn't bluffing by any means but he loved the idea of this situation, it was dark and savage. No man like this should ever have a child, let alone be alive to roam this world.

[Saiketsu]

Unrestrained fear rattled Judas' cage as Nikolai found himself pinned between the wall and Mitchelletto suddenly. He had forgotten how fast they could move - how had he been so stupid as to forget? His breath caught in his throat he tried to save face, but the other was too close. Pressure was mounting in him, anger and fright seeping into every facet of his body. He felt colder than he had in years, his skin prickled. Even with his eyes clamped shut, Nikolai could feel Mitch smell him, and grimaced as he spoke next to his ear. It pulled at him in a way he hated, something akin to submission, to want. Subservience. Without meaning to, he slowly bared his neck to the elder vampire as if being willed to do so. He felt the tension as Mitchelletto gazed at his neck that he couldn't hide.

Nikolai was thankful, relieved, and nauseated with himself when Mitch stepped away to retrieve the phone. His knees buckled briefly, as if the presence of the threat were the thing that held him up. There was a vacuum in him now, a feeling like sorrow for MItch's absence, lingering on his skin like smoke. Why was the pull to him so strong? Nikolai steadied himself against the wall and glared at his sire as he made him the ultimatum.

"I'm not fucking anyone," Nikolai said weakly, his voice shaking as he caught the phone and then tossed it onto a nearby armchair. "Definitely not while you watch."

[Idrial]

"I'll just command it and you won't have a choice," crossing his arms across his chest with a sly smile to boot. It seemed he had forgotten that being his Maker Nikolai no longer had free will, not while Mitchelletto was alive and kicking.

His eyes gleaming in the dark like a dangerous animal, finishing off his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray. He licked his lips as he was now aware apart of Nikolia wanted to be obedient, he could feel it through their bond. It aroused Mitch to feel that part of Nikolai even after all this time, and the sorrow was a nice touch. He almost burst out laughing but instead, he cocked his head to the side, like a cat looking at a mouse and deciding whether to eat it or just play with it.

"I also take begging and groveling but you won't mean it. Will you?" So he wouldn't give in so easily to being watched. The kid did have some guts, now he waited to see if the kid could be genuine in his groveling.

[Saiketsu]

Panic threatened to close his throat. Nikolai clenched his jaw tightly, feeling his teeth grind, the whispers grow into a murmur in the back of his head.

He could pick up that phone, reluctantly find a less-than-willing whore to fuck in front of the man that repulsed him more than any other, and hope that it would satisfy Mitchelletto enough to simply beat him and then let him go. Doubtful, but possible. But the other vampire was more likely going to force himself on him anyway, so what was the point of pretending he had the reins?

He could tell Mitch to go fuck himself and try to fight the good fight against him. Some part of his pride at least would remain intact, even if his face and ass weren't. But the idea of having Mitchelletto in his head again and in his body disgusted him too much.

He could grovel, go willingly in the hopes that things would go easily for him. He could get down on his hands and knees and take whatever punishment was already heading his way. He'd probably even earn brownie points until his sire got bored with him. But the idea of willingly approaching him made that panic feeling push into his mouth like vomit.

He was fucked either way, but his was the choice to make it willing or forced. He'd dealt with being fucked unwillingly plenty of times before this and every time he had turned out fine in the end. Why was this any different? "Jake McCloud," he forced from between his lips. It felt like giving up. "Lazarus raped Jake McCloud and Ben Sampson." A staccato, forced tone that was steeped in loathing. He just hoped it was enough, though he suspected that soon he'd have to adapt. "They took him to trial for it and won." It would probably be his last ability to throw shade; part of him hoped Mitchelletto was smart enough to understand the insinuation he made.

[Idrial]

Mitchelletto's eyes grew wide as cabbages when the little demon spawn spoke Jake McCloud's name. If Nikolia had not spoken that particular little brats name, Mitch would have told Nikolai he has to pick one or the other, he had his chance to spill the information Mitch sought. Jakes misfortune, however, filled Mitch with a sickening glee that erupted in a disturbing cackle of laughter. Cut short by Nikolai attempt to throw shade at him, he picked up another glass and whipped it at Nikolai. Missing his head by a few inches as the glass exploded against the wall, showering Nikolai in tiny little glass pieces. Eyes glowering hard as if he was ready to strike, but he just stood there, his jaw tight with fury as he stared at Nikolai.

"Why? Why must you insist on testing my fucking patience?!" Spitting through his teeth as he yelled at Nikolai, not waiting for an answer or caring for one.

"No matter," he growled before pacing the room again, deep in thought. His attention no longer on the brat as he thought about Jake being raped.

Jake was raped, won the trial and yet the city seemed to slowly turn against him one by one, why? What exactly did he do for everyone to turn against him? You think if the Jake was raped he would be getting some sort of sympathy, this pleased him greatly. Jake had no or little allies and it seemed his time was coming to an end. It would be easy to tell a lie or two about Jake and have someone believe him, a cruel smile stained his lips. This was a good start, at least now he had a few ways to reenter the city. If Zeus failed to contact him due to Laurents mistake then he could go after this Saraekiel or Ben.

"Anything big besides the trial happening in the city? Events or anything political?" stopping on a dime and returning his attention Nikolai. His voice is oddly devoid of emotion as his eyes focused themselves on Nikolai's bloodied face.

[Saiketsu]

Nikolai made an instinctual attempt to protect himself as the glass was thrown at him again. He was genuinely surprised (and thankful) when the glass didn't hit him, but the wall above his head. There was no mistaking the message: last warning, you fuck. Carefully he dusted and shook the fragments off his leather jacket, flapping it open several times as Mitch paced and thought.

"Yeah, it's been proposed that the immortal population should vote on District Leaders now." How much was Laurent keeping from Mitchelletto? Surely Laurent knew all this, right? "Ben Sampson made the proposal a few days ago. As far as I can tell, he's backed by Kerr Galvin, that old fuck that runs the Sacramentum, and friends with the wicked witch of the South." He bit his tongue, trying to dredge up anything else useful to give, anything that would help save his own ass. "After Jake took the west, most of the tight asses of the city huffed and puffed and called him an imperialist, a murderer, etc. Now McCloud's essentially destroyed his own hopes of getting willfully elected.

"Which was why I suggested going to the angels," Nikolai continued evenly, patiently, hoping he was walking the right side of some imaginary line that kept him safe. "Zoheret hates Jake, and she's probably fucking Saraekiel at this point. The suggestion of mutual distaste for Jake may let her allow you back into the city. If you win one, you win them both."

[Idrial]

A low rumble of laughter emerged from Mitchelleto's lips, his chest rising and falling with the sweet knowledge someone was challenging Jake, rubbing his chin in pleasure, pacing the room and leaving Nikolia his precious space. Ben running instead of Kerr was a bit of a surprise to Mitch and even if Ben had Kerr's support it wasn't the same as Kerr running himself. Perhaps Ben could be used to his advantage in the long run, however, he would be well known in the city. Besides Bens own connections apart from Kerr could be beyond what Mitch could see right now. The only one that really knew Mitch were the cunt Saltigue and the stupid brat, the cunt was worse than the brat. Maria knew his past far better than anyone else, but that was it, it was the far past. He had no one to place him within the recent past and that could help trick Ben in the long run, and far as Nikolai's information showed Ben wouldn't know about Mitch.

Saraekiel was also another option and easier to approach than Ben, he was new to the game and he wouldn't have any prior knowledge of Mitch. It would be easy to string up some sort of a story, after all, it came to him as breathing does to a mortal. Mitch still had his doubts about Zoheret, for one he hated dealing with woman, and two would her distaste for Jake reach that far? It was an interesting thought but that was the last resort was going to Zoheret, he would go to Saraekiel before that womanly winged pigeon, maybe play the two against each other? That was a more satisfying thought, subconsciously pulling out smoke and lighting it, the fire reflecting in his eyes before he snapped the zippo shut. Lightly puffing on smoke almost like a cigar at first, taking in a deep drag and a large exhale of smoke escaped his lips and nose.

"You and I will be making a trip into the city once I hear from Zeus," that meeting would determine his next step.

He wouldn't admit it outright but Nikolia knew the city better than Mitch right now, rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance, eyeing up Nikolia once again like a piece of meat.

[Saiketsu]

"What? No!" His voice came out a lot angrier than he meant it, an unfortunate habit of his. I'm not your fucking puppet too, he hissed loudly in his own head, not daring to let it pass his lips. Calming his words and ignoring the giggling shadows that lingered at the edges of his thoughts, Nikolai tried to reason with his sire once again. This time his tone was tight, restrained but notably annoyed. "Laurent's already inside my head, remember? He'll find out exactly what you're up to if you take me along. Fuck it, he probably already knows and is listening to every word you say."

Nikolai didn't like the way Mitchelletto was eyeing him, a contemplative look on his evil face. Surrounding himself in smoke. "The entire reason I can do what I do, the whole reason Laurent found me again, is because of my anonymity. If you expose me to Zeus, the game is up."

[Idrial]

Mitchelletto laughed at Nikolai and his feeble attempt to hide his anger, he didn't have a choice in the matter. It didn't bother Mitch one bit that Laurent could be listening, let the shadow demon listen till the cows came home, Mitch was not dumb enough to give away what he had planned, especially with those shadow leeches in his head. He would have to wait patiently for Laurent to be done and have his fun, then Mitch's own fun could begin.

"And who said anything about me exposing you to Zeus? Or even bringing you to him?" He plucked his cigarette out of his mouth, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at the boy.

"You are needed for another purpose," slowly walking over to Nikolai ashing his cigarette onto the floor, his lips curled upwards, his teeth exposed.

Stopping only a few feet away from Nikolai, he liked to invade give the lad a false sense of security. Only to have it tumble down when Mitch got close to the boy, his failed fledge, his little boy toy. It was so easy to get the lad riled up into a tizzy and Mitch enjoyed it with sickening pleasure.

"Anything else you wish to tell me?" His voice was filled with disturbing pleasure, he did not forget that Laurent had sent him here for punishment. Unclear as to what exactly to do with the boy that would satisfy Laurent and possibly release those leeches in Nikolai's head sooner.

[Saiketsu]

Nikolai watched the older vampire move towards him, fear and suspicion in his green eyes. Whispers again; they sounded like breathy moans now and threatened to arouse him. Nikolai promptly ignored them and focused instead on the closing gap between himself and the Assamite. That pull echoed in his solar plexus again, some mangled urgency to have the older vampire close; something satiating. Nikolai tried to take a step away from the approach and found himself too close to the wall where it met the window.

Dead end.

Thoughts racing from topic to useless topic, Nikolai tried to think of something, anything, that would help him keep his sire at bay. His eyes fell on the black scar on his chest - and Nikolai said the stupidest thing he could remember ever saying to anyone.

"I'm going to watch you burn one day and smile."

[Idrial]

Enraged Mitchelletto grabbed Nikolai by the collar, tossing him across the room like a rag doll, his fledges body crashing into the couch, he had enough. He had been patient with the shit head, he could have just killed him now, but where would be the fun in that, a cruel smile as he approached Nikolai again. Grabbing him again and smashing his fist into his face, breaking his orbital eye socket with a satisfying crunch. He then threw the boy into a wall, not enough to knock him out, but enough to shake the boy.

"You play a game you cannot win," walking slowly to Nikolai eyes gleaming with blood lust.

"You would have failed and DIED in my clan! I have been far too lenient on you unlike my other fledges" grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him up off the ground by his throat. Nikolai's feet dangled in the air and Nikolai could see the beast clear in his eyes.

"Let me show you what my own sire did to me as punishment," tossing Nikolia towards the couch he first slammed into. The door was locked so no one could get in from the outside. Taking a moment to think of the punishment he should use on Nikolai, which one would be best?