<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div>Gazing into the wolf’s eyes, Tomás did his best not to grin. All through the guy’s words, he was having such a hard time not laughing. He was the master. He was allowed to be as arrogant and bull headed as he wished. The wolf, his<em>slave</em>was not, and all of his sudden rebellion wouldn’t change that. No matter how strong he was, how determined, Tomás was certain he could take the guy, in any way he wished. Especially now, with his weakened state. Admittedly, it made this whole bit less fun. Tomás preferred to best his troublemakers at their pique. He would much rather do this dance after the wolf had rested and recovered from his fights with Demetri. He could see the defiance in his slave’s eyes; the wolf was prepared to defend himself. Oh, breaking him was going to be more fun than Tomás had originally thought.<br/><br/>The violation comment wiped any smirk that should clear from his lips and his eyes narrowed a bit. If he had no self control, he would have smacked that smirk right off the man’s face. That was what really got to the vampire. The words hardly bothered him, because there was no truth to them, but that smirk…No slave of his would look at him like that. But they narrowed even more at the wolf’s next words. The challenge had been issued, and Tomás had to admit to a bit of surprise when the man closed the slight distance between their lips to bite his. It was even more surprising to him the sudden rush of desire that rolled through him because of it. His sexual preferences were wide and varying, but he had never thought they would extend to the fine form of a werewolf. Regardless of the anger behind the action. He turned as the wolf darted from the room, and his smirk returned. Oh, the chase! It had been far too long since he had had a good chase, having been using blood slaves for quite some time, now. He stared at the empty doorway for a moment before he moved.<br/><br/>He didn’t immediately go after the beast. No, his first action was to move to the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. Picking up the receiver, Tomás spoke into the handset, ordering the kitchen to bring up a few plates of food for the pair. He hung the thing up and turned to the human. She was submissive in contrast, and he hoped the wolf’s rebellious behavior didn’t spread to the beautiful redhead on his bed. He leaned in, brushing her cheek with a large, strong hand.<strong>”Food is being prepared for you, delicada flor. You should eat and rest, as I will be feeding from you later. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to retrieve my disobedient pup. You may follow, and watch, should you so desire to see what happens to the not-so-submissive slave. The choice is yours.”</strong>He leaned in, inhaling in her scent a moment, letting a sigh which held a primal desire. As he pulled away, his fangs elongated, a product of his state of arousal from the bite on his lip, the scent of the woman, and the chase he was about to began.<br/><br/>One might think speed was necessary for a chase, but no, not Tomás. For the vampire, the thrill came from the building fear and uncertainty the slowness brought with it. So he simply walked out of the room, his well polished loafers clicking against the stone floor. He made sure his steps were slow, purposeful, precise, so the sound of his movements would bring with it an impending doom. He moved through the halls cautiously, following the sound of panting breaths and pounding heartbeats. It didn’t take him long to find the man, and Tomás actually laughed at the sight; the poor pup had found a dead end. His laughter was that of amusement, pure and simple. Which immediately ended after about three steps into the hall. Tomás’ face, which had been wrinkled with laughter and a smile, fell into one of serious disapproval. It was noticeable for only a moment before the vampire moved.<br/><br/>Quicker than any human could hope to catch, Tomás was behind Oskar, his movement faster than the wolf could react to in his current state. Once there, the vampire grabbed hold of the man, then slammed him against the wall, face first. His grip was strong, unyielding as he pulled the wolf’s arms above his head, holding him at the wrist. He pressed his body against the other, pinning Oskar to the wall, hardly concerned if the man felt his erection. Any resistance the werewolf offered was ignored as he leaned in close to Oskar’s ears, inhaling in a hiss, his breath hot against his skin.<strong>”Así que usted es rebelde.”</strong>His words rolled off his tongue between his fangs, which he grazed against the man’s neck ever so slightly.<strong>”I like that. Voy a disfrutar de que romper, lobo. Tal vez debería poner en mi cama y la niña en el ring? ¿Crees que ella iba a durar mucho? Nunca he probado la sangre de hombre lobo. Se rumorea que sabe como perro mojado. Pero estás tan lleno de fuego, apuesto a que picante sangre española todavía te llena.”</strong><br/><br/>He slackened his hold on Oskar only to spin the man about, so they were face to face. Again, he pressed his body against the other’s.<strong>”You are not special. I can find other champions, other gladiators. Do <em>not</em> be so careless with my generosity. It is by my will that you live right now. But what fun would there be in killing you now, when you are so weak.”</strong>His dark eyes moved from Oskar’s to the pulsing vein in his neck, lingering a moment, before returning to the wolf’s golden honey ones.<strong>”While I am certain to have outlived you many times over, wolf, you are hardly little.”</strong>The remark could be taken a number of ways; Oskar was the same height as Tomás and built. But the vampire had also washed the beast and seen what was hidden underneath those pants.<strong>”I could take you now. Fuck you so hard, in ways you couldn’t imagine, and bring you so close to ecstasy, only to deny you a finish.”</strong>His words were punctuated by the slow sliding hand that found it’s way to Oskar crouch, his long fingers wrapping a bit tightly about the man’s member. Much in the way Oskar had bitten Tomás’ lip.<strong>”Or perhaps I’ll fuck the girl and make you watch. Just because you are not chained now, doesn’t mean I won’t make an exception for you, <em>pet</em>. I can certainly collar you, leash you down like the dog you are.”</strong><br/><br/>All of this was exciting Tomás. He would give the wolf a choice, and depending on his slave’s next actions, the master would react accordingly.<strong>”I can make your life as pleasant or as miserable as I wish, but it depends on you. Are you going to follow the rules, wolf?”</strong>He gazed into Oskar’s eyes, his own dark chocolate eyes full of desire. The wolf would see he was enjoying this, could feel it from the bulge in his pants, which carried with it the promise that no matter what Oskar did, Tomás would enjoy the punishment he delivered unto him, be it sexual or otherwise.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translation:</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/><br/>Así que usted es rebelde.- So rebellious you are.<br/><br/>Voy a disfrutar de que romper, lobo. Tal vez debería poner en mi cama y la niña en el ring? ¿Crees que ella iba a durar mucho? Nunca he probado la sangre de hombre lobo. Se rumorea que sabe como perro mojado. Pero estás tan lleno de fuego, apuesto a que picante sangre española todavía te llena.- I am going to enjoy breaking you, wolf. Perhaps I should put you in my bed and the girl in the ring? Do you think she would last long? I have never tasted werewolf blood. It is rumored to taste like wet dog. But you are so full of fire, I bet that spicy Spanish blood still fills you.</div></div>