<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div>Tomás’ dark eyes watched the water fill the tub as he heard the wolf come in. He turned to face the beast as he entered. His gaze lingered as the man shed the filthy, tattered clothing he wore. Underneath was a finely sculpted body the vampire could appreciate, even on a werewolf. Maybe he could have some fun with the male. Just because he had been purchased with the sole purpose as a cage fighter, didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in some of his more exotic desires. A frown touched his lips at the wolf’s words,<strong>”Tengo pensado en él. Ningún esclavo mío vestirá esos trapos.”</strong>Though he considered telling the beast to shut his trap, he enjoyed to conversation in his native tongue too much. Plus, he quite liked the sound of the wolf’s voice, though that could just be because it came with the Spanish. He nodded towards the water.<strong>”Entrar.”</strong><br/><br/>The moment the male touched the water, the dirt and grime of the slavers facilities began to bleed out, discoloring the water. Tomás paused a moment, deciding to removed his button up before sticking his hands in the there. He had an undershirt, a tank top really underneath, but more of his tattoos were revealed. Tomás had quite the collection of them, actually; one on each of his forearms, the largest on his left shoulder. There was another on his back, and even another on a finger on his right hand. Also underneath the button up business shirt was the toned body of an athlete. Someone who took care of his body. A fighter. One does not survive for five hundred years being as fat as Demetri. He knelt, then, grabbing one of the many soaps from the ornate dish and dunking it in the water before he rubbed it over the man’s body. The tenderness in his touch was something even he himself was a bit surprised by, but as he washed the other, he inspected his body for marks or blemishes.<br/><br/>Soon the bath was finished and there was indeed a handsome man under all the grunge. Tomás found a shaving kit of which he gave the wolf, to trim and shave as he so desired, simply nodding when he was thanked. The vampire watched as the other groomed himself, taking the soap to his own hands, scrubbing them almost to the shoulders and rinsing them in the tub. It would need a thorough cleaning before he would get back in it, but he had a shower as well. A grin touched his lips at the wolf’s comment when he was finished cleaning. He could tell from the other’s dialect he wasn’t from Mexico, and sharing the same opinion as the beast, he found it funny. He was even more pleased that he seemed to know his place.<br/><br/>There had been a bit of concern on Tomás’ part as to the wolf’s attitude, with his behavior towards Demetri, but it seemed as if he had found a measure of respect for the vampire. It said a lot for the wolf’s intelligence that he hadn’t tried to attack him yet. But still, Tomás quite like seeing the beast clean and naked and was reluctant to provide him with clothing. However, the beast was to fight for him, and he would need to build is strength. He certainly couldn’t train naked, no matter how much Tomás would enjoy that. He was about to answer the slave’s question when the soft words of his delicate blood slave touched his ears. His dark eyes darted to the left, where just around the corner, against the far wall was the bed she had been left on. He couldn’t see her, naturally, not from his seat on the tub, but he rose, tossing the towel he had dried his hands on over the edge of the marble bath,<strong>”Ven conmigo, lobo.”</strong>With the woman awake, he would address them both, together.<br/><br/>When Tomás came around the cover, the first thing that he noticed was the girl’s attempt at covering her body. Laughter bubbled up into of him, rolling off his tongue as he continue towards her. He shook his head, pausing only a few steps away.<strong>”Now, now. You will not hide that magnificent figure from my eyes, delicada flor. Lower your hands.”</strong>It was not a request. There was an authority behind his last words but he did not compel her to do so. He expected compliance. He shifted so he could see both of his new pets at the same time before he began.<strong>”My name is Tomás Bernal, your new master. You shall not call me by name unless I give you permission to do so. You may address me as Sir, Señor, Lord, Master… but never by name. I also do not care what your names are, so do not tell me. I will call you whatever pleases me.”</strong>It was possible he may change his mind, but he suspected he would catch their names should the two ever speak. He certainly wasn’t opposed to them bonding some. He looked between the two, the delicious Spaniard and the beautiful Flower,<strong>”You will find I am quite generous so long as you show me to the respect I expect. You will have no chains. You will be well feed. The both of you will sleep in here, with me. You are even free to roam the house as you please, only locked rooms are off limits to those who do not have a key. However, do not take my generosity for granted. If you try to escape, you will find I am less than forgiving.” </strong><br/><br/>He brought his attention to the werewolf first, and he spoke in English, only for the girl’s sake.<strong>”You are to be my gladiator, Wolf. You should gather your strength, as I will be scheduling your first fight soon enough. I have seen only the slightest of what you can do, but I have high expectations of you. It would be wise to not disappoint me. In the dresser you will find a variety of clothing from which you can choose from.”</strong>He waved the beast on, so he knew he was free to dress himself, then he turned to the human. His dark eyes scanned over her body a moment, then he spoke to her,<strong>”You are have the pleasure of being my blood slave, my dear. Do not be so frightened by the title, for I can promise you, you will enjoy it. Now, as I trust that idiota, Demetri, as much as I care to know your name,”</strong>Which was none,<strong>”Are you virgin?”</strong>He wanted to be sure, before he tasted her blood. He closed the distance with her, until he reached the edge of the bed, then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning in closely,<strong>”No one has stolen your innocence?”</strong>He did not lower his voice. He did not care about her privacy. Whether the wolf heard was of no consequence to him.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tengo pensado en él. Ningún esclavo mío vestirá esos trapos.: I plan on it. No slave of mine will wear such rags.<br/> Ven conmigo, lobo.: Come with me, wolf.<br/>delicada flor.: Delicate flower </div></div>