"No more than you are, my friend," Grif said as his gaze remained on Dominic, taking in his reaction. Lifting his hand to the mortal's lips, Grif felt the flick of his tongue as he cleaned his hand off. Several soft kisses trailed to the warm skin beneath his mouth before he whispered to the sub, "You perform so beautifully, little toy." The tone of pleasure in his voice was for the boy himself. Turning his head, the blonde gave him a grateful smile as he was released.

Dominic looked briefly to the sub, nodding and smiling his approval. "You are free to go. Thank you."

The sub bowed to both Masters and said, "Thank you, Masters." Then he turned and walked out the door.

Dominic turned back to face Grif. A distinct hunger reflected in his eyes, yet he did not move. He quietly fastened his pants and shrugged his white poet's shirt off.

Grif moved to stand at the same time as Dominic, the muscles of his body slowly stretching with his movement. A similar hunger mirrored in him as his eyes roamed over Dominic's bared chest. When he looked back up at Dominic's face, he said, "It seems we both are on dangerous ground, my old friend. Whatever shall we do?"

Dominic's hand tightened on his shirt as his gaze swept slowly over Grif's body. It seemed to finally settle on the curve of the other Master's throat, drawing a soft growl from deep within. "An impasse. How interesting."

Noting the direction of Dominic's gaze, Grif gave him an amused smile. It faded quickly as he heard the soft tones of his growl. "If it is my blood you want, that is easily given, Dominic. Perhaps drinking from me will end this game we have going."

Slowly Grif tilted his head in full and clear invitation to him.

Dominic advanced on Grif quickly. He gripped Grif's shoulders tightly and shoved him back against the wall, sinking his fangs into the other Master's throat. The growl slipped free as he fed and he ground his hips forward, pressing his body tightly to Grif's.

Grif had expected Dominic's reaction. His back pressed tightly against the wall, feeling the hard line of Dominic's body holding him to it. A deep growl erupted from him with the sudden sharp pain and its following sensations. One hand lifted to Dominic's hair, keeping him at his throat as the other slid to his hip, nails flexing into the leather.

When he finished feeding, Dominic licked the wound slowly, breathing hotly against Grif's skin. He pulled slowly away from Grif's neck and licked his lips. A hunger still lingered in his eyes, but his bloodlust had faded. He lifted his hand to brush his fingertip across Grif's lips.

"To see those sweet lips," he whispered. "Wrapped around my cock." His grin widened as he stepped back, pulling himself free of Grif's hold.

Grif's lips tightened into a thin line. A steady stare held Dominic's as he pulled away. "That's not something I'll ever do, Dominic. You want to control me, and that's not going to happen." Whatever reasons he had for that were his own. Only a faint echo of fear showed in him before it quickly faded.

"We shall see, my old friend." With a graceful bow of his head, Dominic walked out the door. He shot a lingering look at Grif before disappearing around the corner.

"If you want me in your bed, it will only be as your equal, Dominic. And only that." The fierce determination in Grif's words couldn't be missed and he knew Dominic could hear them.