Rick chuckled at the mental image.
"It can be burnt a little.. but nothing more. Don't make me spank you... Hmmm... or maybe in your case 'to not to spank you'", he said, smirking.

Vincent paused when Rick said something about not spanking him if he did burn the meal. That's right, he would probably enjoy the spanking a little too much. He chuckled at how clever his little vampire had become. "How clever you are~. It wouldn't be a punishment if I liked it, would it?"

"Of course. So don't burn the damn meal and maybe you will be rewarded", he teased, rolling to his side to loose up his cocoon a bit.

"Mm~...maybe I should get a paddle while I'm out~. Will you spank me nice and hard and make my skin slap really loud if I make at least a decent breakfast?" Vincent purred as he put some pants on.

"Only with some blood added to the meal.. I still feel kind of weak", he told the vampire, glancing at him once he was done with the covers.

"Alright, honey. I'll swipe some blood bags on the way home." Vincent said. He walked over once he was dressed and kissed Rick's cheek lightly. "Does it matter what type? I'd bring a human home if I could do it quietly and not make a mess."

"I don't know anything about difference in taste, only what you told me, so it's not like I really care..", he sighed, closing his eyes. "I want something meaty for a dinner though.."

Vincent nodded, acknowledging that his vampire wanted some sort of meat for dinner. "Alright. I'll be back." he said as he walked toward the bedroom door to leave, then headed for the front door and he walked out of the apartment.

Rick mumbled something in response and few seconds after that fell asleep. It just felt so good to stop thinking and fall slowly into a deep slumber.

It didn't take long at all for Vincent to get to the store, get what he thought Rick wanted for a breakfast meal and dinner, and leave to get to the nearest blood bank. He set the groceries somewhere where they wouldn't be seen in the alley behind the clinic before sneaking in to grab as many blood bags as he could. It wasn't that hard. Blood banks didn't have a lot of cameras as they probably should, though Vincent always took awhile to get into the key-code locks of the areas where the blood bags were being kept. He grabbed different blood types from different genders before making his escape and he stuffed them in with the groceries and he made it back to the apartment in no time.

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."

"Well... you did hurt me the first time... though now it's all fine. If I wouldn't be a vampire and didn't have you... I would be dead by now", he said simply and then smirked. "I wonder what would they think finding those corpses. Though... it is possible the opposite group.. well, some of them are vampires, right? Or is there someone controlling... number of creations?"

"Some vampires get employed in morgues because it's like an all-you-can eat if you can get to a body that just died and still has a good amount of blood that's still good in them. They have it easier than vampires who try grave-digging to get their next meal. Some vampires just can't handle watching their victims die or grow weak in front of them." Vincent replied.

"That is quite interesting... but you still didn't answer my question, you know?", he asked, smiling a bit and relaxing while being washed.

Vincent chuckled softly. "As far as if there is anyone controlling the number of creations, there is a council. A council of very wise vampires from every different species, kind of elected leaders. They are the ones who approve the transformations of a human to a vampire, but if a transformation happens that they didn't approve, they get a little moody and will sometimes send one of their own to see why the human was transformed and if they have a sire to care for them. The sire will still have to be punished however they see fit...that's why I was nervous the first night you went out for a feeding. That, and other vampires can smell a newborn from a mile away."

"So.... reassuming you are in a deep shit... and so am I if I would be left without you since any older vampire can smell me out... and dominate?", he asked, rising his eyebrows. "Though... wouldn't loosing control of yourself good excuse? Or as old as you are... it is not?"

"Depends...sometimes, they take that as an excuse...other times, they don't. A creation without a master is like an orphan, so the council makes it their responsibility to teach them, to give them a good standing before setting them on their way...or they would just assign you a sire, and that never turns out the way they hope." Vincent said as he finished with Rick's legs, then he came back up to pull Rick into a straight sitting position so he could wash Rick's back. "The thought of another vampire becoming your sire...being able to touch you, to hold you...it bothers me to the core."

"I would rather die that let someone decide about me like that.. Just because you're lucky enough that I can't kill you and I'm now fine with you touching me doesn't mean I would take that from anyone else. Until I met you I always was a top, never a bottom", he said casually, running a hand through his black hair. "I remember clearly just how much I desired to kill you. To stab you or to simply strangle you. Well... you bleeding out slowly while I tortured you also had some appeal to me then~"
Normally though he was quite cold and collected man but with Vincent it was different. Maybe because they were both crazy? Who knows?

"I think I made it up to you by letting you cut my dick off, sweetheart." Vincent said teasingly as he continued to wash Rick's back. He pulled the loofa away once he was sure he had gotten all of that area and he took one of Rick's hands to start washing the other male's toned arm. "You try that on anyone else, you'll be starved until you waste away, nothing but bone."

"Mhm.. yeah, I know. Instincts are just too strong..", he said, nodding his head and then he added. "We are going out later on. That is if I would be strong enough after breakfast and some blood. There are things I want to take care off. Though... can we go out when the sun is still up or we need to wait until it's dark outside?"

Vincent released the arm he was washing to wash the other. "We have to wait until it's darker. In the winter, the sun isn't that much of a threat if we wear sun protection, but during the hotter months, the sun could be lethal no matter what we do. It's annoying, but it's the reason why I keep most of the windows covered with as much black as possible to block it out completely. It's harmful to me, and now you too."

"I don't really mind", he said, shrugging. "After my parents died when I was nine I was leading a kind of night life anyway. I can count times I was up before night on the fingers of one hand.."
Rick wasn't fazed in any way by what he heard, letting other male wash him.

Vincent released Rick's arm once it was washed and he assisted in rinsing off the soap from Rick's body as he listened to what his creation told him. "At least you got a taste of the daylight. Most vampires can't even look outside when it's daytime. The sunlight coming in through the glass would be just as harmful as it would be if they stood outside in the light."

"Hmmm.. So I'm a lot less fragile?", he asked, not sure what exactly other male told him right now.

Vincent chuckled softly. "What I'm saying is it wouldn't be wise for us to go outside when it's bright outside unless you want to end up fried and probably scare some humans when you suddenly combust." he replied as he began lathering Rick's dark hair with shampoo.

"But... I remember you took out the garbages.. and the sun was still up?", he wondered, frowning a bit.

Vincent blinked at what Rick said, pausing his hand movements. "I did?" he asked in reply. Thinking back, he did remember that he had taken the garbage out when Rick was first staying with him and the sun was indeed out. "Hm...I completely forgot about that. That's odd...did I have a lot of blood that day? I can't remember."

"Well.. you did have some.. I'm not sure if you had a lot..", he said, shrugging.

Vincent shrugged as well as he resumed lathering Rick's hair with shampoo until he was sure that it was clean. He pulled his hands away to rinse his hands in the water, pondering about that day. It felt like years ago, but it was important that he figured out if he could actually go outside for a limited time or if he would hurt himself as soon as he went outside. There was only one way to really find out...he could go out on the roof, or maybe try, but he was hesitant.

"What are you thinking about?", asked Rick, standing up when Vincent finished... only to seat back down after he felt like falling down. "Ok... that would need to wait.."

Vincent watched as Rick tried to stand before he had a chance to rinse the shampoo out of Rick's hair and he chuckled a little when Rick was forced to sit back down. He rinsed the shampoo out of Rick's hair as he thought of an answer to Rick's question. "I was thinking...if I could go outside for as long as it took me to take the garbage out...then maybe you could go outside too, even if it's temporary." he replied as he continued rinsing Rick's hair.