***Continued from Alimenti Da Micino***


Guy opened the door to one of the guest rooms at the estate. He was reasonably sure that Darla wouldn't have his head on a silver platter for this. Wait, not silver, gold. Silver wold be mucked up too much by a vampire head on it. He looked at the leopard, "You are welcome to make use of this room and my rooms, which are the next two doors on this hall." He's make sure to send Mercurius to find the mistress and let her know later.

Now, suddenly, when it came time to actually get about the feeding. Guy found himself nervous, very nervous. He didn't normally bring his dinner home with him, or risk pissing off his mistress either. Too late now to back out though, really. "Errm... So..."


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For reference: the italian Guy used in the end of Alimenti means "So the pussycat can go for what it wants."

Pierre looked up and around the room. It looked nice, nicer than any room he had been in before. Of course, he had never been in that many bedrooms before in his life, so he wasn’t sure how beautiful it was supposed to be. Though, he did like it, and was tempted to go sit on the bed to see if it was as soft as it seemed.

The leopard thought for a second that the things in the room were too fragile to touch, but he thought otherwise. If the vampire brought wereanimals home often, then these rooms would have to be build so that nothing would break during the change, right?

Turning back to Guy, Pierre blushed. He, like the vampire standing in front of him, didn’t know how to start. He had put himself up to this though, and he had to go through with it, whether he liked it or not.

Guy moved over to the leopard slowly. "Tell me you want me to stop any time micino." With that comment he pulled the leopard close to him, flush against the front of his body. In doing so, he noted two things, one the leopard was too short for this to work standing up, and two, the young man was still wet from the rain. The former had several possibilities to solve, the latter, fewer, but could probably be done.

"Alas micino, you are still wet, and our height difference is too much for us to do this standing." Before hte leopard could voice any fears though, he continued, "But both problems can be solved, I believe. Come with me."

With that, he moved from the room again into the bathroom next door that conviently held Guy's robe, which the vampire handed to the leopard. "Put that on and join me one further room down, if you are sure, mi micino. I shall await you."

Looking over to the vampire as he walked into the bathroom, Pierre had the sudden urge to follow him, wondering why he was going in there in the first place. But, he stayed put, waiting for the vampire to come back with whatever he had gone into the bathroom for in the first place.

As the vampire came back with the robe, Pierre had the sudden thought that he would have to change in the same room as the vampire. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that or not, but he was sure that he didn’t have much to be proud of. Though, Guy merely gave him the robe and walked out.

Stripping down, he laid the wet clothes over a chair and put the robe over him. It was nice, and warm against his skin. Within seconds, he was off, walking towards the door of the new room. He knocked on the door quietly and then peeked inside.

Guy smiled at Pierre as he came into his proper bedroom. True, the guestroom may have been more netural, but the vampire didn't fancy feeding on a twin bed. He laid back on the bed, having divested himself of his silk shirt, shoes, and socks. He didn't want to risk geting blood on the shirt, and shoes and socks just seemed kind of silly.

He waited for the leopard to cross over to the bed before he moved pulling the leopard down onto the bed with him. "This is just feeding Pierre, unless you ask for more, but this will be more comfortable, I believe."

With that he pulled the leopard close ot him again and traced a hand over his neck and face while hovering his mouth over the cat's neck. The cat felt so warm and alive in his arms. He let his breath ghost across Pierre's neck followed by a tentative brush of lips and tongue before slowly and carefully sinking his fangs into the flesh of the cat.

Guy reveled in the warm flow of blood coming from the cat and into his body. The blood of lycanthropes always tasted different than that of humans, but this cat's blood was the best yet. There was something about having the cat willing in his arms as he took his blood.

Pierre let himself fall to the bed, now laying beside the vampire. He was going to give Guy blood, willingly, and there was nothing in his body that would stop it. He thought of it as a charity. He was giving to the vampire so that he would have at least a little bit of blood flowing through his veins.

Pierre had to admit that the bed was comfortable, and laying so close to this vampire wasn’t bad at all, but something in him made him blush. Perhaps it was the position that they were in, leaving not much to the imagination of an onlooker.

As the vampire leaned down to bite his neck, though, he suddenly felt at home, like this was something he had been waiting for his entire life. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, in fact, he thought that it felt almost amazing.

Lifting his arms, he placed his hands in Guy’s hair, not a note escaping his lips.

Guy almost smiled against the cat's neck as he felt a hand travel to his hair. He felt a warmth beginning to spread through his body, courtesy of the man that was currently cuddling him. He drew his fangs from the cat and sighed.

"Thank you, mi micino," he said as he moved to wrap his arms around the cat, enjoying the feel of a warm and willing body close to his. He let his arm come ot rest across the cat's waist, allowing the other man to escape if he wished. His other arm he used to brush Pierre's hair back so he could lay a brief and gentle kiss on the other man.

As the vampire pulled back, Pierre felt a sudden dizziness from the blood loss of the feeding. He had never done it before, and it felt a bit weird to him for the amount of blood in his body to go down in such a short period of time. Ignoring it, though, Pierre hugged the vampire around the waist and laid his head on Guy’s shoulder.

Sighing as he was kissed, Pierre nuzzled the vampire’s jaw, the bridge of his nose running up and down the line of it; a sign of submission, and showing that Guy was dominant if he was a leopard. A sudden yawn escaped his lips before he could stop it, and he blushed as the obvious fact that he was getting a bit tired after Guy’s feeding.

Guy laguhed easily at the leopard's yawn. It was surpsiingly endearing, coming from the dimunuative man. The vampire moved to begin unentwining himself from the cat, "It is alright, micino. Sleep. I shall soon retire to my coffin for the day."

Pierre looked up at the vampire beside him and shook his head stubbornly. He scooted closer to Guy and wrapped his arms around his waist, clasping them beside the vampire’s back. He wasn’t going to leave Guy to go to sleep when he could have some more time with him before he had to go into his coffin for the day. Maybe, if it was big enough, he could even sleep with him in the said coffin.

“I’m not sleepy,” Pierre said in the voice of a child. He didn’t mean to act so childish, but he didn’t want to leave him. Something inside of him just wanted to be with someone right now. Yet, he knew that he would have to change sometime that day, because he hadn’t changed in quite a while. Sighing, he pondered on what to do.

“I don’t want to go,” the leopard stated, and putting the full force of his stubbornness into it. He wouldn’t leave on his own accord. If the vampire truly wanted him out of the room, then he would have to shove him out, he concluded.

The vampire laughed lightly at the little leopard, maybe it would become *his* little leopard. He smiled at him, "Very well. We can remain here, but I know not about you, but the current arrangement of clothing is uncomfortable. I believe I have some shirts that might be suitable for you to sleep in."

With that hte Master Vampire was up off hte bed and stripped down until he was left in only soft silk boxers, as he motioned Pierre towards his wardrobe in a plain invitation ofr hte cat to "help himself". He settled back onto the bed to await the kitten, "If you grow distrubed after I die for the day, the room I first showed you is still yours to use."

Pierre looked up at the vampire as he got up off of the bed and walked over to the wardrobe. He sat up and looked at the vampire quizzically. It took him a bit, but then he realized that Guy wanted him to come and pick out a shirt for himself to wear. He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and looked around. He found a burgundy tee and turned to Guy who was laying on the bed.

Blushing, Pierre turned his back and stripped down, putting on some of Guy’s boxers in which he pulled the new tee over his head and down as far as it would go without tearing it. He turned around and ruffled up his hair, trying not to yawn. He walked over to the bed and lay down beside the vampire, cuddling him as he did.

Guy smiled at the leopard. What the hell, even if it was just to himself, he was already starting to think of the other as *his* leopard. He looked adorable wearing clothing that was plainly several sizes too big for him. It was amazingly cute and endearing. He smiled at the leopard as Pierre climbed back into the bed and he let the smaller man cuddle into him, before wrapping his arms around the leopard and titlting hte submissive were's face up to look at him, "I'd like to kiss you, properly, if that's alright with you?"

As Pierre sat down on the bed and started to cuddle with the vampire, he felt the said vampire’s arms being wrapped around his body and pulling him closer. He snuggled into the bed and toward Guy as the vampire pulled at his chin to make him raise his head. He did so and met the vampire’s eyes. A blush crept up his cheeks as the vampire asked Pierre if he could kiss the leopard properly. He looked down and smiled to himself before looking up again. He nodded and waiting for the kiss to meet his own lips.

“Okay...” he whispered, putting his own hands on the vampires chest. He unconsciously started drawing circles just below Guy’s throat in a nervous way. He wanted the kiss, but he sure wasn’t going to be the one to break the boundaries and make the kiss first.

Guy smiled at the leopard who so very obviously wanted the kiss but was afraid to take the first step. The very much older vampire moved one of his hands to brush Pierre's hair out of the way before cupping his face with it as he leaned in and gently pressed his mouth to Pierre's, thoroughly enjoying the sweet scent of cat that assualted him, and the slightly bitter taste of rain and the streets that lingered on the leopard. He briefly considered ending the kiss there, but that wasn't what he asked for, and it wasn't what the kitty offered. Guy slid his tongue ever so gently out of his own mouth to play along Pierre's lips in a silent request for the other man to let him in to explore the warmth and dpeths of the other's mouth.

Pierre smiled in the kiss as the vampire pulled him even closer to his body. He opened his mouth to let the vampire’s tongue inside the depths of him. One of his hands that was previously in Guy’s chest roamed up his neck and buried in the vampire’s hair.



Pierre lay in bed, tangles within the mass of sheets and Guy’s body. The vampire had only just died and Pierre was staring at his serene face. He wanted to kiss him again, but he knew that it would feel only a tweak awkward that he was kissing a dead body. Sighing, the wereleopard scooted closer to Guy’s body and leaned his head on his chest. As his eyes flittered shut, he fell into a dark slumber.

[[This would be some time after Pierre's last post, obviously]]

Guy blinked as he came alive once more for the day, and quickly realized that he was hopelessly entangled with another body,He had a momentary lack of comprehension before he realized it was Pierre, who had apparently slept with him after he'd died. He smiled at the leopard whose company he'd quite enjoyed, even if it had been obvious the leopard wasn't exactly sure of what he had been doing.

Guy rolled slightly and brushed a lock of hair away as he bagan to carefully disentangle himself from the oh so tempting leopard. He smirked and whispered quietly onto Pierre's neck, "Come now, mi micino. It is after noon and I must awaken and get o business."

Pierre moaned as Guy awoke and sat up, making the wereleopard move from his extremely comfortable position on the bed. As the vampire leaned over to Pierre and whispered in his ear, Pierre shivered from the tickling breath that moved crossed his neck. He giggled and leaned into Guy, resting his head on his thigh, as the vampire was sitting up too much to lay anywhere else.

The wereleopard shook his head and reached up to Guy, smiling. “But I don’t want to get up...” he whispered, closing his eyes as he rested in the warmth of Guy’s lap. “What could you have going on that you have to leave in such a rush?” he asked, circling his arms around Guy’s waist and nuzzling his lower stomach.

Guy leaned down to kiss the young leopard's head before ruffling the young man's hair. In a rather fond and still sleepy voice he said, "I'm sorry mi micino, I'd love to stay in bed myself, but I am one of the three most powerful vampires in this kiss. I ave functions to perform and I doubt the mistress would take kindly to me shirking them."

Pierre sighed and looked up at the vampire as he lifted himself off the bed. He leaned himself on Guy’s chest and nuzzled his lower jaw with his nose. “You don’t have to leave the house do you?” he asked, knowing that soon he would have to change, and fearing having to stay home alone while he was in his leopard form.

Realizing that the vampire probably wouldn’t care about his predicament, and would have to dutifully go to wherever his job willed him to, Pierre sighed yet again and leaned forwards. He wrapped his arms around his legs and leaned his head there, staring into the pools of Guy’s eyes. “What will you do?” he asked finally, after a few seconds of staring.

Guy looked at the kitten quizically. It struck him as very, very odd that the cat hadn't the faintest clue what kind of duties a master vampite would have. Looking at him, he formed a question of his own. "Mi micino, how long have you been a wereleopard and have you ever been at court before? I must make rounds of the businesses as wel as see to general order. I will be moving around all evening."

Pierre looked at the vampire awkwardly as to the sudden asking of questions that had burst out. “I’ve been a wereleopard for . . . ” Pierre seemed to look through Guy as he thought long and hard about the years that had passed since his being bitten. “Um . . . three years?” he asked, taking Guy’s hand in his and kissed it. “And I don’t know many other people like me. In fact, I don’t know if I do know anyone like me . . . If that makes any sense what so ever,” he said blushing.

Looking up at Guy, he leaned over once more and kissed him.

Guy blinked at the cat. Three years the boy had been a leopard and he'd never met or been approached by a pard. That wasn't right. Growling at the thought, he looked at the leopard, "You should know many like yourself. There is a full Pard in this city. I will see to it this very evening that you get introduced to the Nimir-Ra of this city , who is by all accoutns kind and generous, and prefrably that you are so introduced soon."

Pierre raised his brow as the bother man growled deep in his throat. He leaned back as he listened to Guy speak, as if he had done something wrong in staying away from the other leopards. He wouldn’t fit in, and they probably wouldn’t want such a submissive as him in their pard. Why should he even contemplate the thought of joining the club, when he was perfectly fine with his life as it was right now?

Pierre sighed and crossed his arms. “What if I don’t want to? I mean, join the pard of leopards in this city?” he asked, turning his head to the side a bit. “I just want to stay here and help you with your work. They won’t want me, anyway.”