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[So now you're in a dark, underground city and you're either:

a) a human, something close to human, and tagged with a collar and dog tags, a short robe and pants uniform, and the knowledge you're livestock. You're being brought to a noble's mansion for entertainment at a party.

b) exceedingly not human and visiting a party at a vampire noble's house. Maybe you're from out of town and you've been invited out of politeness.]

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[It was a heart.]

[He waves as he exits, bows and ruffles fluttering. And Gara is taken off through many fancy rooms and hallways to a big opulent bedroom where he's injected, again, with drugs to keep him docile while he waits.]

[WOW WHAT PART OF THIS IS PAMPERING well the drugs make him docile enough that he's going to just take a drug-induced nap and hope that when he wakes up this will all be a really stupid dream.]

[Nope, when he wakes up there's a vampire smoothing his hair back, he's ditched the cape and his shirt is half done.]

[Usually he's hella jumpy, but the drugs dull his senses... and his reaction time. And probably his movement too as he reaches up to sort of swipe at that hand.]

Get away. Get out. Fuck... your stupid drugs.

[Half asleep still, grumbling like a grumpy kid getting woken up in all honesty.]

Did you have a nice nap dear? You slept through the whole party.

[Rolls away to keep some distance between them. Not that he goes very far. His body feels too heavy.]

It's 'Gara', not 'dear'. And your creepy goons made damn sure I was out like a light.

There there, they didn't treat you roughly I trust. I don't mind letting you roam but I simply can't allow it when there are guests.

[Leaning over him.]

[Do you mind getting out of his personal space?]

Am I supposed to believe you're trying to protect me now? [Scoffs.]

[Attempt...ing to sit up.]

[Letting him sit up but not backing off so he's in your face hi.]

Protect you? Oh my dear Gara, do you want me to?

[Not as planned--]

Don't fucking combine them! And I don't need to be protected!

[Well at least he's still yappy.]

[Placing a hand on Gara's chest and leaning in to brush his lips over his neck.]

You must be new.

[More like overconfident.]

[--forces down a shudder. Not so subtly pushing at.]

I know how to take care of myself!

[It's useless, Felid's fangs sinking into Gara's neck easily, piercing skin and sucking at his blood.]

Ghk-- fuck, get off!

[A choked demand as he reaches up to grab-- something, anything, Felid's hair probably. Pulling at the roots, as hard as he can. Which isn't hard at all.]

[Leaning over Gara's body and pushing him down as he continues to drink his blood, moaning a little lewdly, like someone having an almost sinfully good meal.]

[His body still feels heavy and he goes down far too easily for his liking. Hell, he'd probably go down easily even if he was feeling his best. That moaning against his neck causes his stomach to twist but maybe he's given up now.]

..... fucking pervert. You're not supposed to eat your... [ugh] pets.

I'm afraid human conventions hardly apply to vampires.

[He's not biting now, licking at the bloody wound and running his hand down Gara's chest.]

If I'd known I was going to end up as food either way I'd've gone for the fucking dinner party--

The fuck do you think you're doing?

I never said you wouldn't feed me did I? But this is more intimate, and I do like intimate.

[...... oh fuck. God fucking damnit he did not sign up for this shit.]

I'm going back to sleep! [ROLLING OVER TRYING TO JUST. NOT. HE'S JUST GOING TO NOT.]

[Not letting him roll over, actually pushing himself on top of Gara and biting his throat again.]

Shut up and be still like a good boy.

[Aside from a sharp hiss of pain and a grunt of immense annoyance he shuts up like a 'good boy'. Or rather, it's as if he just shut himself off from the situation as he goes still.]

[Swiping his tongue over the wound, purring in pleasure as he rips Gara's clothes, exposing more skin for him to touch and kiss.]

-- that was my favorite shirt, asshole.

[Complete deadpan.]

What a shame. We'll get you something nice later.

[Playing his hands along Gara's chest, appreciating the muscles and scars with strokes of his fingers.]