The stone walls of the corridor did not echo as he walked through the hallway, for he simply made no sound as he walked. There were no sounds inside the castle except for the slight creak of the door as he opened it and entered his bedroom. It was exactly as he had left it; peaceful, lit only by a couple of lanterns powered by magic and untouched by anything other than himself. Walter didn't allow anyone in his room, outside of those he brought in there by himself.

Walter had been away for the night on business. Said business had been to kidnap the son of a knight he had happened to hear of; it was said the man was an excellent fighter. The kid was locked away in his dungeon now, and it would take a day or two until the knight would get his message. He would then see if this knight was as good as they said. He doubted it, but it would still be entertaining.

He stopped by the large bed that filled most of the room and smirked calmly. Despite the silence, Walter was not the only occupant of the room. A slender figure lay in the bed, his hands tied above his head, and his legs bound as well, although spread. He was naked, and when he noticed Walter's entrance, he glared death at the older vampire. He had a scarf over his mouth and thus couldn't say anything, although he surely had a thing or two to tell to the master of the castle.

"Hello, Joachim," Walter said as he removed his armor and placed it on a rack by the wall. The younger vampire kept staring at him angrily and obviously also tried to say something, but it came out muffled and unclear. He then gave up a few words later as Walter didn't obviously care.

A moment passed until Walter was done with the task of removing his armor and clothes. Naked except for the pendant with the black stone attached to it, he moved to the bed and sat next to his captive then leaned to kiss Joachim's forehead. The younger vampire turned his face away and struggled a little, just to prove that he didn't approve of Walter's actions. Struggling to free himself was in vain, and Joachim had had the whole night to learn that.

Walter ignored the resistance and proceeded to kiss the younger vampire's jaw and neck, nibbling gently as he continued lower. Joachim mumbled something under his gag and struggled violently, not that he could have done much to stop Walter. That didn't stop him from trying, and he squirmed as much as he could until the older vampire stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulders and pressing him down. Joachim gave the redhead a dirty look; Walter simply shook his head and smiled evilly.

The older vampire returned to caressing his victim. He placed a short kiss upon the scarf covering Joachim's mouth then moved lower on the silver-haired vampire's body, his lips caressing every inch of Joachim's skin as he continued. The younger vampire struggled again, the binds holding his arms and legs not giving in even a bit, but he had to do something. Walter also ignored the struggles yet again, concentrating only on fondling his captive.

Joachim strained on the bed and froze for a moment when Walter slipped his hand onto his crotch. The red-haired vampire's skilled fingers stoked the silver-haired vampire's erection; Joachim could only glare death at Walter, disgusted how the older vampire's touch made him react. He hated his body for such weakness, and he hated Walter's touch even more.

Walter laughed; that was his only answer to Joachim's glares. He continued his caresses on the younger vampire's chest, stopping to catch one nipple between his teeth and causing Joachim to mumble something under the gag. The younger vampire had learned long ago that resisting would do no good, but he could have never just let Walter have his way.

The struggles were useless indeed; trying to fight and squirm against the bindings caused Joachim to also press himself against Walter's hand, and it weakened his body further. Walter was certainly enjoying every moment. He stopped his caresses for a moment and moved to lie next to the younger vampire. He watched Joachim, smiling, then licked his fingers. His captive glowered at him, his eyes full of with hatred, knowing well he couldn't stop what was about to happen.

Joachim let out a muffled gasp when Walter's fingers entered him. He tried to kick the older vampire or at least close his legs, but the bindings held his legs firmly. Before he managed to continue his protests, Walter leaned down and captured his erect member into his mouth, and the pleasure stole his remaining strength.

There was certain precise skill in Walter's actions; Joachim knew that he had had years of practice, and lately, he had been the target. He had been voluntary once, but that time was gone now. He hated Walter, and he hated what Walter did to him, and how it made him react.

The older vampire continued his skillful caresses, pressing his fingers into Joachim at the same time as he took more of the hard length into his mouth. Joachim strained and pulled his bindings weakly, unable to stop himself from responding to Walter's touch. His body betrayed him, and he moaned under the gag, his mind too shrouded for coherent thoughts anymore. Joachim had lost; he had lost the day he had gone against Walter, and he had also lost when Walter had decided to bring him into his bedroom once again for his own sadistic pleasures.

Walter shifted his position and withdrew his fingers. His silver-haired victim closed his eyes, not wishing to see. Seeing was unnecessary; the older vampire moved to lie on top of him and pressed into him violently. Joachim would have screamed if he could have. He then arched his back, unconsciously wishing he could have clung to Walter. The pain was irrelevant. His red-haired master had taught him well.

There were no thoughts left in Joachim's head, not even those of his deep hate for Walter. He writhed weakly, trying to respond to the older vampire's cruel thrusts. Walter didn't care what Joachim might have felt; he simply did what he did for his own sadistic pleasure. He grinned as he studied his captive, holding him in his arms and violating him brutally.

Joachim was bleeding by now, but he was beyond caring. He had experienced Walter's sadism more than enough times, and the way the redhead had taught him had turned him into something he despised. Walter controlled himself so perfectly, pressing into the younger vampire steadily but keeping him on the edge, not allowing Joachim to climax just yet, and made sure he didn't hurt him too much either which might have caused the younger vampire to pass out.

The room around them was quiet except for the sounds of the cruel event; Walter had not said another word since returning, and Joachim's moans were silenced by the scarf. The older vampire continued for a long while. His reasons were not for the pleasure of the act itself; most of his satisfaction came from the fact that he owned the beautiful silver-haired vampire.

Finally, Joachim couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed against the sheets, his muffled voice silently begging Walter for a release. The older vampire laughed but allowed it; a couple of cruel thrusts were all that were needed. Joachim strained for a second, his body completely out of his control as he finally reached orgasm.

He fell immobile a short moment afterwards. Walter took his own release, then pulled away and moved to lie next to the younger vampire.

The last thing Joachim could hear were Walter's laugh, and his words, "I'm home."

Author's notes:

Another piece for the CV Fanfiction LJ Community challenges. The theme was "Coming Home". My twisted mind came up with... this. Yeah. Walter's sure an evil bastard.

- Lady Harken (June, 2005)