All is Mine [private for me and TimetoDuel95]
 

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Name: Rick Cain Roth
Age: 27
Weight: 79 kg
Height: 177 cm
Eyes: blue
Hair: black
Hobby: gambling, dog races, reading
Fears: no ones knows but he hates big spiders
Work: thug

Personality: Rick is a really tough man. He likes to get in any kind of troubles yet is smart enough to not get hurt by any of it. He can be quite reckless and even a bit insane when angered. He is feared by most people he met.

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Name: Vincent Catheros
Age: Unknown(looks in his late twenties)
Race: Vampire
Position: Seme
Height: 6' 2"
Personality: Vincent has been called insane by most who have the unfortunate luck of becoming acquainted with him. He can come off cool and collected for one moment and in the next, he can be violent and hateful. His mental instability also transfers to the bedroom, and anyone he has slept with were traumatized by his behavior and told horror stories about an extremely possessive, egotistic maniac with a list for anyone's blood.

Rick was heading home after well done work. He didn't really care it was a family with a child. Why should he care? It wasn't really his problem. His problem was that the boss wanted them dead. He was his best man so who would he chose to do the delicate thing like that if not him? Yes. He was a cold and collected man. Always was like that. Rick already changed his bloodied clothes and was heading home with a bag full of beers and some snacks.

Vincent just happened to be walking the opposite direction and was headed to his favorite hangout, a bar downtown for vampires to pick up victims for the night to get bloodied and maybe bruised up. Lately, the number of partners he has had in his bed has been dropping with the rumors circulating around about his..."hobbies" reaching the ears of anyone who might of been interested. He hated it. He was sexually frustrated and the more rejections he got for sex, the more violent his in tensions were getting and the less he cared about the willingness from his partner. He needed to get drunk yet again to forget about his building lust and he could be happy getting re-acquainted with his hand in his drunken haze. That's when he bumped shoulders with the thug and he turned his head to give a small, half-apology only to stop himself seeing the black-haired male. He looked like a bad boy, the kind that Vincent would take home for dinner, and he looked Rick up and down slowly.

He could smell blood off of the male, but he couldn't see it, and it tingled Vincent's nostrils to the point where he felt himself move closer to the black haired male until the scent was able to intoxicate the vampire. He had Rick up against the wall, trapping him by placing his arms on either side of Rick's head so he couldn't escape. "Well, well...we meet again, little birdie." he said softly, his pearly white fangs able to seen when his lips parted. He knew this male, he had him for one night and he had picked him up from his favorite bar. A lost puppy in a sea of hungry vampires and he wanted to find trouble. Well, Vincent gave him trouble.

The memories from that night were clear as day to Vincent. He had taken the male to his apartment that looked abandoned, he had taken them to the bedroom, and through the night he had bitten, scratched, and put some sort of possessive mark on the young human. He even went so far as to cut off a little "present" to himself while Rick was in a haze of both lust and agony and he reached down to firmly grasp Rick's groin, feeling around for the one testicle that he'd left in tact while he leaned in close to Rick's ear. "Does it hurt when you masturbate with one ball? I've always wondered." he said softly.

Rick glared when someone bumped onto his arm but the he saw those red eyes and his stomach turned into wrong way. He knew him.. and he didn't really want to meat that person ever again.. maybe to rip out his guts. When his one ball was squeezed he gasped but then didn't hesitate with reaction. His eyes started to radiate with hatred when he kick Vincent's balls really hard. It would be able to castrate every man really. Then to make sure he got him good he was ready to rough him up a bit more. No one done that to him and stayed alive.

Vincent grunted roughly as his balls were kicked and he hunched for a few seconds, then gave a wide grin as he reached out to harshly grip Rick's throat and he picked Rick up off his feet against the wall as he stared at Rick with a sudden mad look of excitement. "You want to play rough, birdie? I can play rough...remember?" he said softly before ramming his fist into Rick's abdomen as he released his throat, letting Rick tumble to the ground. "If I'd known you would miss me this much, I would've caged you up and put a pretty chain on you." Vincent taunted before grabbing Rick again and he held the male against the wall. "I should take you home after that little treat.~" he purred.

The damn vampire was so fuckin' fast. How he was supposed to defend himself with this insane speed? Rick choked when his throat was gripped and lat out a strange sound when air was knocked out of his lungs.
"Cage yourself, you little shit", growled Rick and spit in Vincent's face while his eyes drilled into the red ones.
Normal man would be scared after having a night like the blue eyed man had. But not Rick. Instead he was really angry. This time he took out the knife from his pocket and aimed for other's face.

Vincent easily avoided the knife blade's direction and he grabbed Rick's wrist connected to the hand that was holding it. "I remember how much you like playing with knives. Do your cuts still hurt?" he teased before squeezing Rick's wrist tighter and tighter until Rick let go of the knife and dropped it, then he punched Rick's abdomen once again much harder than the first time. "I'm starting to think you like it when I treat you like this." he went on taunting as he grabbed Rick's neck again only to turn him around and roughly press him to the wall with Rick's cheek meeting the brick and the vampire leaned in to lick the side of Rick's neck slowly. "I fucking missed your taste..." he said in a more husky voice from his arousal as he pressed his groin up against Rick's ass, rubbing his bulge up against the human.

"You made all kinds of delicious noises for me, my little bird. I do remember that foul mouth of yours, though. It's not as adorable as your face when I fucked you senseless until you couldn't even remember your name." Vincent said before chuckling softly.

Rick gasped when his wrist was squeezed. Yeah.. the cuts still hurt when he moved. He was forced to drop the knife since he was sure that a bit more and his bones would crack. Another small gasp escaped his lip when his cheek was almost smashed at the wall. Strangely enough he couldn't not shudder when his neck was licked.
"Fuck off, you psycho. Go kill yourself and make the wrold a better place huh?", he growled and kicked Vincent's shin hard. "Fucker!"

Vincent only laughed from the kick to his shin despite how hard Rick had kicked him and he reached down to grab at Rick's groin again, this time squeezing painfully hard as he undid Rick's pants and shoved them down, then he shoved the hand squeezing Rick's groin into the black haired male's pants and grasped Rick's cock. "Oh~...I remember this very well." he said softly before chuckling as he roughly tugged on the organ in his hands. "Yes, I remember this. You came so many times from this place, it was no wonder you couldn't remember your name." he said softly as he ran his fingers along Rick's penis, then he grasped Rick's right ass cheek and squeezed it. "You have such a pretty ass. I can still make out the bite marks I'd left. Do they sting?" he taunted before smacking the ass cheek he was holding.