Rick was sleeping deeply though his both shaply yet manly legs sticked out from under the covers. What one could say right away that Rick really took care of his body simply looking at those groomed feet of his. They were almost spotless.

Vincent quietly entered the apartment and went straight to work on making breakfast for him and his stubborn creation while he assumed Rick was still sleeping. The scrambled eggs were simple and didn't give him much trouble, though he struggled with the pancakes when it came to flipping them and they ended up rather deformed. The bacon he over-cooked a little to the point where it wasn't really floppy and more like a bacon-flavored chip, but it wasn't black. He even nibbled on one to see if it was still edible and just shrugged when he didn't have the need to spit it out. He put the rest of the groceries into the fridge and he poured some orange juice into a glass. Whenever Vincent watched television, he always saw humans drinking orange juice with their breakfast. He figured it would be more appetizing to drink with a meal than beer.

Rick opened his eyes with a soft gasp. He groaned softly and hid his face in the pillow. Damn it... What kind of a moron let himself get caught by a bunch of amateurs and then have nightmares about what they did to him? Sure he didn't beg for mercy and they weren't able to break his spirit in any way but still.. A bit upset with himself he sat down on the bed and touched his back. Damn... just how many times they did it? Rick tried to stand up. It took him much more time he would want to but at last his was tanding on his two feets, though his legs felt like they could give up under him in any moment. Pursing his lips he started to move towards bathroom. Shower always was a good idea after things like that. When he at last got on the place, leaning on everything he could for support, he got inside the bathtub and started to fill it with warm water. When it was done he felt himself relaxing though he knew he would need much more to forget about it for good. Though wasn't Vincent willing to give him that something? Rick smirked and then licked his lips getting some more ideas. That would be good... and he didn't give a shit if someone saw them or not.

Vincent walked into the bedroom to tell Rick that breakfast was done only to find that the blanket cocoon had been opened and the vampire inside was gone. He heard water running in the bathroom and he walked his way to the bathroom to look in to see that Rick was in the bathtub relaxing in warm water. "Breakfast is ready whenever you're ready to eat." he said from the doorway.

"Mhm... So you can wash me and then carry me there", he said, his blue eyes on the other male and his lips curved into a smirk.

Vincent chuckled softly hearing that from the other vampire and he walked over to the bathtub to kneel down at Rick's side. "Well, you're being quite commanding~." he teased as he soaped up a loofa to wash Rick with. "Though, you might deserve it after I entered you so many times."

"I knew it! There needed to be a lot of times to make moving so hard", said Rick and then added. "I don't remember it all that well so I wasn't sure.."

"Well, you were pretty out of it when we did it." Vincent answered as he started washing Rick slowly from his shoulders down to his abdomen. "Though, you're a lot more obedient when you're like that~."

Rick sent his a heavy look and then rolled his eyes.
"Seriously.. who wouldn't being drugged out of his mind? And besides.. you wouldn't have obedient one for long in your bed. You would go simply insane sooner or later and hurt that person. Aren't you much calmer when it go both ways? I mean domination of course. And besides it's much more fun", he said while being washed.

"How do you know me so well?" Vincent said with a grin as he continued washing Rick, going lower to Rick's genital area and then to his legs. "You are right...I couldn't stand you being obedient all the time because I would eventually hurt you. I don't know my own strength all the time, and I wouldn't know when to stop either. I need someone to balance me out, and you seem to be the only one who can."