The price of freedom.

A few days ago, China had been handed a card with nothing but an address, date and time printed on it. Normally he wouldn't have gone after being given something so dubious, however the male that handed him the card had seemed....decent? No, perhaps that was not the right word. Clean? No. Respectable? Yes, that was the word he was looking for. The male had seemed respectable and so China had taken the card and changed his luck by coming to this address.

He had no idea what was in store for him, whether it was the male wanting to meet and discuss the possibility of dating or perhaps something less relationship focused but just as fun. Sliding in to the hotel he made his way to the elevator before checking the floor and room number once more. He pressed the button and waited as the elevator rose, thoughts flowing through his head as to why he had been given the card. He shook the thoughts away, stepping out of the elevator and making his way to the correct room. It wouldnt do to be distracted, he didn't know what to expect after all and he needed his wits about him.

Taking an unneeded breath he kocked on the door, raising an eyebrow as the door swung open. Carefully he stepped inside and looked around, only to stop in shock at what he saw on the hotel rooms bed.

"What?.."

Vitto didn't know how he'd managed to fall asleep in the awkward position he was in but fall asleep he had while waiting for the client to show up. He'd undergone a rather grueling punishment the night before -for what he was not quite sure but he'd long since stopped asking- and his body had taken advantage of the quiet period while he waited. His position really was awkward, not at all comfortable, but his comfort had not been at the forefront of tonight's handler's mind when he'd bound him. It was appearance. Display. And displayed he was. Completely nude, he was facing upaward on the bed, his legs bent so that his feet were drawn up under his back and his knees splayed. His hands were bound beneath him, crossed at the wrists just as his feet were at the ankles and drawn taut so that his back arched. This displayed every bit of sinewy muscle in his body, most importantly his erect member which was kept thus by a clever little leather cuff around the very base of him. Removable only by the one who had they key. And that key was nowehere in this room. The youth was also both gagged and blindfolded so he would not even be able to see his client when he arrived. If he arrived.

This was all some sort of new way of advertising. To draw in new clientele. Handlers were charged with scouting the clients out, observing ones they found interesting and slipping them a card if they thought they might be interested in what the establishment had to offer. Then one of the more experienced slaves would be taken to the location printed on the card at the date printed and be set up on display for the prospective new client to enjoy. If all went as planned, the client was given a temporary contact number to one of the handlers and they would arrange for said client to partake of more of wht the club had to offer. If it turned out the client was not interested, some sort of excuse was made and the card was not given. As one of the more seasoned slaves in the ring -by experience, not necessarily age- it was Vittorio's turn to serve as an advertisement. All he knew was that his client was a vampire and that apparently he had a thing for dark-haired youths. Which was probably why Viitto was picked for him.

He woke to the sound of a knock on the door, then heard the door open and of course the shocked response of one finding a bound and naked youth on the bed. Bruised too but it was nothing really. On cue, he arched as much as he could given what little slack he had, and moaned. The idea was to intrigue and entice, not scare the gentleman away. But he could only do so much in his state. Every muscle was drawn taut and straining, his head tilting back against the mattress to better display his neck invitingly. 'Take the bait!' he coaxed silently, though of course no one could hear him. It was mainly just his ownn hope that he didnn't fail tonight. Failure meant punishment. And not the kind one enjoyed.

This was unique to say the least. Of all the things China had been expecting it was not a bound and gagged youth with dark hair and a hard on. What were these people in the business of? Despite the males toned and rather tasty looking body, he couldn't be any older than twenty five and that was rather worrying. What was it with China and......strays? Shutting the door behind him, the tall vampire stepped in to the room fully and made his way to the bed. Without another thought he removed the blindfold and the gag.

"Are you alright?...."

He let the male see his face before taking a quick glance around the room and raising his eyebrows at a note on the dresser. Stepping away from the bed with a sigh, he picked the note up and read it quickly. Apparently this youth was for China's enjoyment and that unnerved him slightly. It was too reminiscent of what Belle Morte used to have him do all those years ago. Throwing the note down on to the floor, China untied the male with a rather angry look on his face and eased the males limbs into a more comfortable and normal position.

"My name is China-Rose, what's yours?"

With the removal of the blindfold and gag, Vitto was left squinting in the bright light. Well. Brighter than it had been without light, that's for certain. And now that it was free, his jaw ached just a tad from having been gagged. But what really threw him for a loop was when the client, whom he was still squintinng to see, asked him if he was alright. When was the last time he'd been asked that? Not since before his lion friend had vanished. The one person in the world who had given a damn about him in the past six years and he was gone.

He continued to squint and blink his eyes, which adjusted just in time for him to see the greeting note being flung to the floor and anger making itself clearly visible on the vampire's devastatingly beautiful features. Anger. uh-oh... anger never boded well for the one in his position. He kept as still as possible as the angry vampire untied him, fearing that the slightest twitch might incite the fair one's wrath. But when he began to move him, to shift him into a less awkward and infinitely more comfortable position, he couldn't help groaning. Though he tried to keep it as quiet as possible. He'd been punished for less before. Such was his lot in life.

And then the vampire was introducing himself... really i ntroducing himself. Granted, the lovely and unique name sounded like an alias but it was still something other than "master" now wasn't it? And now he wanted Vitto's name too? Really? Most clients made up names, calling the slave whatever the hell they wanted or nothing at all. This was definitely odd. Had the handlers made a mistake? He hoped to high heaven that they hadn't or it would be his hide. It was always the slave's mistake. That was just how it went if something went wrong. He swallowed carefully, dazzling blue-grey eyes glancing up at him semi-warily. "Vittorio... my Master..." he said softly. "But you may call me whatever you wish." He worried his lower lip slightly and tried to regain his composure. To get back into a sensual mindset... which wasn't hard considering how lovely the vampire was. "And you may do anything you wish." He canted his head to the side, again exposing the long, lean column of his throat. "Even sink those lovely fangs into me. I wouldn't mind at all, I promise. Anywhere you like."

Taking a seat on the bed, China listened carefully to everything that the youth was saying. So his name was Vittorio? Quite a lovely name but China didn't like the way that Vittorio was calling him Master. He was not his master in any way and though the temptation to taste the males blood was there, the vampire managed to resist it though it showed in his eyes. It was just barely after sunset after all and he hadn't fed yet. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of the situation that the youth was in.

"Perhaps another time. For now why don't you get dressed?"

He was still angry, god yes was he angry and it showed in the tension of his muscles. It was the only thing that gave him away, his voice seemingly normal though empty and hiding to any that knew him. Now that he had a moment to think though, he searched the males aura only to find that he had the sense of shifter. It was a very familiar sense as well, almost drawing him in just from the feel. This was immediate though unlike the second meeting with Yuki and it unnerved him. It was like he was finding his ghosts for the first time again. Even though he knew the taste of shifter, he couldn't identify the species. Either he had previously had very little contact with the specific species or not at all. The onl thing he could really do was ask.

"What are you? I know you're a shifter but what are you? Lion, Tiger, Bear?"

Well this obviously wasn't going well and that thought sent a chill down Vittorio's spine. If his customer didn't at least appear to walk away satisfied then he would be severely punished. But he hadn't given up. He'd just need to be a little more aggressive and turn on the heat. Something had to push the gentleman's buttons and he would find out somehow what that something was.

He crawled seductively toward the vampire and rubbed his cheek against his, the cool contrast sending a rate pleasant shiver through him. He hadn't fed. Point in his favor. What vampire could turn down a warm and willing donor? Especially a nude one? While he was there, he nibbled his earlobe and made a sound of delight in his throat. "But I'm here now..." he said softly. "And I don't have any clothes. Do you not find me attractive? Or are you not into men? You could close your eyes and pretend that I am someone else. I'll try not to let it hurt my feelings."

he could sense the man's anger, most definitely. It frightened hi m but if he acted like a scared rabbit then it would probably anger him all the more. Acting like the victim, whether he was one or not, had never been something Vitto liked anyway. "And unfortunately, mio padrone, I am just a rat. I hope that does not disappoint you?"

The nibbling on his earlobe caused him to shiver and force down a soft moan. It was nice and it was always something that turned him on, even if it was only slightly. He could already feel himself getting a little hard already. The fact that Vittorio had no clothes however, that wilted him a little. What was this about not liking men anyway? Surely whoever had scouted him would have picked his type and indeed had picked his type. Submissive, dark haired, pretty. Of course he likd them a little shorter but not everything culd match and Vittorio was deffinately a sight to behold.

"I like men. You are extremely attractive and you are the perfect amount of submissive. I don't need to pretend that you are someone else...However....i do not take those who are willing only because it is their job. They need to find me attractive and need to lust after me themselves if not love me. Doing it because it is your job is........hurtful."

It was true what he was saying as well. After his time with Belle Morte he had steered clear of prostitutes of any kind and only fed off those who were either reformed or enuinely lusted after him. Like Yuki. In fact he suspected his human servant more than lusted which was fine by him because he felt the same. It made it harder to feed off others but knew it had to be done in order to keep Yuki healthy.

The news that Vittorio was a rat had him rather shocked. He was right, he had never met that species of shifter before but there was a first time for everything. He only wished that it was under better circumstances than this. He could have explored a little then and explored the pull that he was feeling towards the shifter male.

"A rat but i doubt very much that you are just a rat."

The rat continued to nibble on the vampire's earlobe and then his neck. He knew those were pretty common erogenous zones and ones he didn't at all mind teasing. Especially when the client was so beautiful. And the fact that he admitted to finding him attractive.. well.. that definitely boosted his confidence and his chances which was a definite bonus. Perhaps he could do this after all. Though when he brought up the fact that his partners had to be willing and find him attractive, implying that Vitto was not and did not, he dropped his forehead to the man's shoulder and groaned. Really? Was he joking? Who in their right mind wouldn't find him attractive? Who wouldn't lust after him?

He slipped to the floor, placing himself between his legs and sliding his hands from his knees on up his torso and his chest. "Padrone... to be truthful, I was not at all looking forward to this. But as far as I am concerned, I got lucky with you." Back down went the hands as he rose to whisper in his ear and guided one of those long-fingered hands down his body to cup him intimately. "Do you feel? It isn't just the cuff keeping me hard. It's the thought of you touching me. Tasting me. Taking me... what I am may be why I''m here but it has nothing to do with me actually wanting you to do those things."

China watched the male rat carefully. He had no idea what the male might do after being told what the vampire thought. It could be anything and as the dark haired male slipped to his knees, the fleeting thought of losing his favorite body part in anger made him tense. He was relieved to find however that Vittorio was merely exploring with his hands as he spoke. Apparently the male thought he had got lucky with China, which was a real ego boost.

Feeling his hand moved, too lost in his thoughts to notice for a second, he looked down and clenched his jaw to stop it from dropping open. Vittorio was certainly forward and knew what he wanted. He was also right. If it had just been the cuff keeping Vittorio erect then he would have been softer than he currently was. Smiling softly and nodding in what seemed to be defeat the pale vampire squeezed softly on Vittorio's erect member.

"I need blood first, there's only so far i can go without it."

The rat sucked in a pleased, surprised breath and let it out on a groan as his length was squeezed and he pressed his body closer to China's at the subtle prompt of blood. He bent his head to the side, deliberately letting the muscles strain to further tempt the vampire and ensure that he would not change his mind. Vitto had a feeling that they were not out of the woods just yet. "Do anything you like," he whispered and nibbled the vampire's other ear. "Anything."

Normally he was not the aggressive type but until he got this one past his inhibitions he supposed he would have to take at least some of the lead. He could not and would not fail. And he hoped desperately that his alluring client would not continue to find reasons for backing off. Else he would have to flat out tell him what would happen if this did not go well. he did not like guilt-tripping people and so far he had not had to resort to it. But as this was his first time being a lure, his first time having to try and draw clients in rather than have them choose him, he knew that if he failed he would have to answer to Giovanni. And Giovanni was not someone he wanted to answer to.

China's eyebrow rose gracefully as he inspected Vittorio with his eyes. The male easily offered the blood that the vampire needed and whilst normally China wouldn't be bothered by it, he was this time. Considering the males trade it was foolish to be so open, or at least seem to be. He needed to test what the rats limits were. Everyone had them but in this proffesion you needed tighter limits in order to keep yourself alive. Vittorio just seemed like a victim.

"Anything? Then it's alright to do this?"

At the end of his sentence, China darted forwards and sank fang in to the males toned shoulder. It was a fleshy area and wouldn't really do much damage, especially when he moved his head forcefully, tearing a little piece of flesh from the rats shoulder and causing blood to drip down his own chin as he pulled back. It wouldn't scar as he had only really ripped the surface and not taken anything else, including blood.

"That is alright with you? What if i did it to your neck, would that be alright as well?"

It was nothing new to him when China sank his fangs into his shoulder. A trifle startling perhaps as he had been so hesitant before, but nothing he had not experienced on nearly every inch of his body. Though it did sting when he tore away which casued the rat to tense a bit. "Si..." he said softly. His pulse raced a bit as the vampire then asked if it would still be alright to do the same to his neck. In all honesty he'd had worse. But even if he hadn't, he was not allowed to say no to a client unless they tried to make off with him without consent of one or more of the handlers. He did not have the freedom that a simple prostitute had. He had no rights.

Thus he did not flinch as he lifted his blue-grey eyes to the vampire's face and nodded. "Yes. Anything you like, mio padrone. I am yours to do with as you wish until you have had your fill of me." He could feel the blood dribbling from the wound in his shoulder but he did not move to wipe at it or even glance at it. It was a minimal wound and was nothing to worry about. He needed to keep his eyes on his client unless instructed to lower them. He was to give him his full attention. Which was again not a hard thing. The vampire was almost angelic in beauty. It would be harder to not look at him; to not give him his undivided attention.

Anger flashed across China's face as Vittorio confirmed he was willing to do anything or suffer anything merely for China's amusement. This was not willing, this was orders, this was slavery and it was not acceptable. Usually China's temper would be under control but this whole issue hit a raw nerve with the vampire and as he stood in a fast but fluid movement, he pushed Vittorio on to the bed from behind and then stopped. There was a tattoo on the back of Vittorio's neck, one that the thousand year old male recognised. Vittorio was quite literally a slave, not just a prostitute.

"You're a slave...."

The emotion and anger that should have been there vanished as soon as he saw the tattoo, causing his voice to come out weak and somewhat vulnerable. He hated slavery, despised it but it meant punishment for Vittorio if this whole free sex scenario didn't happen. He would have sex with him and keep him safe but first he had a few questions.

"How do you become free?"

He saw the anger flare in the vampire's face and he had to fight not to flinch. Flinching generally wasn't tolerated and he didn't want to make him more angry. He liked it rough but he didn't want to be torn to shreds.

Before he could blink, China was gone from his perch on the bed and standing behind him. He had only a brief breath before he was being flung face-dwon on the bed with a startled cry and he braced himself for whatever was to come next. Whether he was about to be beaten, clawed or viciously taken, he would endure. It was all he could do. His heart was pounding and his face was pressed into the bedclothes hands gripping fistfuls of coverlet like a life line. He was trembling. Just because he was accustomed to abuse didn't mean that the threat of it couldn't scare him. Especially when with someone that didn't have to be concerned over damaging his worth.

But nothing happened.

"You're a slave...." he heard him whisper. It stunned him but he did not move.

"Si..." he said into the bedclothes.

"How do you become free?"

That made him tense in shock, as though had been struck, and slowly he turned his head to look back at the vampire. "I don't." he said flatly. "You're going to get me in trouble."

China resisted the urge to smile. The answer had been the one he had expected but this was a serious situation. Normally he would have said something or at least smiled in a smug way in being correct but he just couldn't do it this time. Unfortunately though, China knew that all this stading around and playing would eventually get Vittorio in to trouble. He remembered it well from his own time as a slave. If the customer wasn't satisfied then he would be beaten or if he took too log to get the job done, he would be beaten. He didn't want to put another through that so he would do his best.

Sauntering forwards, the tall vampire collapsed himself on top of Vittorio gently, lettig his cheek rest against Vitto's as he spoke and explored with skilled hands. He didn't need sight for this.

"Tell me what you would have of me"

Vitto turned his face back into the bedclothes as the vampire approached him, body tense and awaiting some sort of reprimand for speaking disrespectfully or something of the sort. Feeling the taller man's body pressinng down on his own, that cheek press against his, those hands... roving over his body... he instinctively arched up into him and whimpered softly. These were good touches. Sensual touches. Coaxing and teasing. Definitely good, they were on the right path now and he couldn't help squirming.

"Tell me what you would have of me"

That gave him pause -but only for a moment as those hands were still tormenting him deliciously. No one had ever wanted his opinion before. No one cared what the slave wanted. They'd teasingly ask 'do you like that?' or something similar and of course the answer -whether true or not- would have to be yes. But other than that it was all about what they wanted. He pressed his face mmore into the covers and shivered, pondering. When he had some smeblence of an idea, he turned his face so that he could speak. "Be my Master..." he said, meaning for the moment since that was all they would have. "Treat me like... like you own me while you have the chance... please?"