Deacon pushes shilo up against the wall, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of the Prince's neck.
“D-Deacon!”
The man grips Shilo’s waist, holding him in a vulnerable position.
"The Prince of vampires is wanderin’ the streets all alone… This seems a little suspicious to me, partner." He holds a stern look on his face as he keeps Shilo from making any moves by pushing him against the building.
The younger vampire whimpers, trying to squirm from Deacon's tight grip.
“I-I..” The sheriff smirks, digging his claws into the other vampire's fancy clothing.
“Where's mommy, huh?”
Shilo shivers, a violent chill running up his spine.
“P-please don't tell her I'm here, Deacon…” The sheriff chuckles, enjoying having the young Prince at his mercy. Leaning in closer, he whispers in Shilo’s ear.
"And what if I did?" He whispers with a mocking tone as he presses closer into Shilo, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
The young Prince tenses, squirming under the man's intense gaze.
“I... I beg you, Deacon. Please do not tell her.” Deacon smirks at this, enjoying the desperate begging coming from the royal vampire.
"And what do I get in return for not tellin’ her?" He whispers into the Prince's ear, closing the space between their bodies. Shilo bites his lip, pushing himself as close to the wall as he can.
“What… What do you want..?" The sheriff smirks, his fang poking out. The sight makes a hole open up in the Prince's stomach.
“I wanna taste.”
Shilo's eyes widen. A whimper breaking through.
“A… A taste of what..?" Deacon gives another smirk, enjoying this far too much. It's not often he has someone this powerful at his mercy. In social status that is.
"A kiss, Shilo…" He whispers, running his thumb along the vampire's soft innocent lips. He's wanted to do this for quite some time, since he first ran into the Prince on the streets of LA. He swore, having him now made his unalive heart start to pulse once more.
Shilo's breath hitches.
"What?”
Deacon's smirk widens as he leans in closer, pressing himself up to Shilo, trapping him.
"If I keep your location a secret from your mother… you kiss me. A single kiss, right here. Right now." He whispers, running his thumb along Shilo’s bottom lip, feeling a warmth spread throughout his body at how soft and delicate the Prince is.
Feeling his stomach drop, Shilo struggles against the man's touch.
“N-no.”
Deacon's smirk instantly falls, his expression growing serious and stern.
"No? Why not? Wouldn't you rather give me just a little kiss now, rather than your mother findin’ out?" He grips Shilo's chin tight. He whimpers.
“I don't know if that's… A good idea… Deacon.” The sheriff raises an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face.
"It’s just a kiss, Shilo…” He whispers in a seductive tone, licking his lips. Shilo grimaces at the sight.
“I… No. No Deacon. That isn't very appropriate-” Deacon cuts him off.
"Appropriate?" His tone is laced with venom, his patience growing thin. The grip on the Prince's chin tightens slightly more.
If anyone were to stumble upon this, a vampire sheriff forcing himself on the son of the vampire queen, they would think Deacon's lost his damn mind. He knows this, and he's aware that he should probably let Shilo go, but something is stopping him.
Some invisible force is gripping his wrist, forcing himself to do this. The voice was too strong. The thought of giving up this golden opportunity made his head spin.
“You're at my mercy now, darlin’. Would you rather a more unpleasant outcome? Give me that kiss I asked for and I'll keep your location a secret from your mother… I think that's a fair exchange if you ask me."
Shilo begins to tremble, thrown off by the man's sudden shift in nature. He looks down at Deacon's strong hands, the nails almost ripping through his coat.
“Just… Just one kiss? Then you promise you'll let me go?" He tries to appear calm and collected but fails miserably. Deacon chuckles, his smooth Texan accent flooding the young Prince's brain like a tsunami.
"Just one kiss. Then I let you go… You have my word." He whispers, keeping a miniscule amount of space between them. If he just moves a couple inches forward their lips would meet, but he was waiting for Shilo to make the first move.
“Well, alright then. Just once.”
He closes his eyes tight, shaking as he leans forward and puckers his lips.
A low chuckle bubbles from the older man's throat. The Prince's naivety was adorable and enticing. He wanted to be the one to ruin it.
"Good…" He whispers as he gently leans in to meet the Prince.
One second later and their lips gently brush together. He can't pass up the opportunity to ruin something so pure and delicate.
The way the higher up vampires treated him and his fellow vampires made his disdain grow, and the thought of getting back at them in this way made him excited.
Shilo whimpers, standing stiff and letting the other do what he wants in hopes of this ending sooner.
“Mm-”
The sheriff leans in closer, the kiss soon becoming aggressive. His large rough hand that held Shilo's chin slips down to his neck and squeezes as a warning.
Shilo's breath hitches, lips freezing. He tries to pull back. Deacon smiles against his lips as he does. He wants the Prince to lose this innocence that he seems to be holding on to so tight.
Shilo turns his head, gasping.
"Yes, My Prince?" Deacon whispers in a mocking, sultry tone. His grip on the Prince's neck only grows stronger, taking advantage of Shilo’s gasp and kissing him again. He was going to make sure Shilo was ruined at his hands.
“You said one kiss!" A soft chuckle escapes his throat as he hears Shilo’s protest.
"Aww, but you taste so good darlin'." He whispers, smirking.
Shilo shivers, beginning to panic now that he sees the sheriff has no intentions of letting him go that easy.
“P-please… Just let me go…” He begs.
"Now why would I do that?" He whispers into his ear.
"With you all helpless here… right at my mercy... I have to admit you look stunnin’ like this.” Deacon licks his lips, showing off his sharp fangs that are practically calling out to Shilo. Begging for his royal blood.
Deacon wanted to eat him whole.
Shilo's eyes fill with fear.
“I'll… I'll tell Arthur on you! He won't let you get away with this." He fixes his posture, determined not to let Deacon win. Or at least not let him see that he is. Deacon merely chuckles.
"Arthur? That ol’ vampire?" He asks sarcastically. Leaning in close, his lips nearly touch the Prince's ear, his breath tickling his neck as he whispers.
"I’d love to see him try. After all… I love a good rodeo.”
He gives the young Prince a sinister toothy grin.
Shilo's tough demeanor shatters.
If shallow threats and dominating wouldn't work, what did he have?
“Please Deacon, don't do this." He pleads pathetically, not like a Prince at all.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asks, feigning innocence. He leans in closer, his hand creeping down to trace the curves of the Prince’s hips with his fingers.
“You scared?”
Shilo whimpers, shrinking in on himself.
“L-Let me go. Now.” His voice wobbles, eyes glistening with blood red tears.
"Oh, beggin' now? That's adorable." He whispers into his ear, his fingers continuing to softly trail along the Prince’s hip.
"I wonder what your dear ol' mommy would think if she saw you now..."
“P-please…” A single tear slips down his pale cheek. Deacon wipes it away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips and licking it clean.
“Mmm… Just relax, Prince.” The young vampire trembles, pushing at the older man's chest.
“N-no!”
Deacon chuckles. Suddenly, he opens his mouth wide, jaw falling so he can bite into the skin where the young Prince's neck and shoulder meet.
Shilo gasps, hands shooting up to Deacon's hair. He yanks, but the man doesn't react.
Deacon's sharp fangs dig deeper and deeper, hitting bone. Shilo sobs, clawing the man's back
“Deacon! P-please- stop!"
The sheriff only closes his jaw around the Prince's skin harder, shaking his head like a rabid dog.
Shilo lets out a loud shriek, ripping Deacon's coat. Blood begins to bead out as Shilo's claws leave shallow cuts in their wake.
“Deacon- please-!”
Deacon pulls away, taking a good chunk of flesh off with him. He licks his lips, enjoying the taste.
Moments later, he grabs the Prince's wrists and forcefully pins him against the wall. His voice turns cold.
"You taste even better than I thought, Prince…"
Shilo sobs, hyperventilating and squirming in the man's grasp.
"So helpless…" He whispered into his ear, running his tongue along the wound to lap up some of the blood leaking out of the wound he had caused.
He goes for another bite, sinking his teeth into the small vampire's trembling form and taking a larger chunk with him. He growls like a wolf, throwing his head back and chewing. Enjoying the Prince's sweet royal flesh.
Shilo begins to fade in and out of consciousness. A black foggy vignette consuming his vision as more and more flesh is ripped from his body.
The last thing he remembers seeing is the wide sinister toothy grin of Deacon. Standing above him, licking his lips.
“Mmm… A feast fit for a king.” He chuckles. The sound echoes through Shilo's very being.
“Goodnight… sweet Prince.”
