No P.O.V

He loved making his boys into a mess. Always a mess, but different depending on the situation at hand.

Their master enjoyed when his pets listened and tried to please him, he was quite aroused when they required discipline, but he was secretly surprised that they had tried to bring him a gift that he would like. He was a collector and loved new acquisitions, be it human, antique, rare or trade. If something could be gained, especially in an illegal sense- which hardened him even at the thought, he wanted his hands in some form on it.

Of course, not all gains keep their sparkles or interest after time has passed, but that does not change the need for ownership. Once something was in his hands, he refused to ever release them again. Yes, he would allow someone else to house his pretty or play with it within reason, but he would always have that hold so hard that one motion of his finger would bring it right back into his grasp. He looked from Aeri to Aeon, positioned as he had trained them to, watching him lips pouted in bated anticipation as he clasped his hands behind his back while leisurely gliding to and fro in front of them.

He weighed their actions, considering it against the future. Obviously, they could never be sent there again to reconnoiter or play, for they would do neither without the other. He supposed if they disguised and entered separately, it may be possible, but being together was one of their largest weaknesses. They would have been magnets through salt; wouldn't be able to stay away from each other. They would give themselves away easily, considering who the owner was.

But, they had found something even he hadn't known about. A vampire child born blind? He was extremely curious; almost morbidly so. How did it affect his abilities when one of the items vampires boast are their acute eyesight? Our eyes faced front because we were predators. We entranced our victims through locking gazes and pulled them in with promises at the end of twin knives. How did this impair him, did he have different or mutated abilities? What was the world like for him?

He found his pants tighten as his blood took residence from the thought of how sensitive he must be. How would normal stimulation affect him? Oh, did he want to pull that boy right to the edge of desperation and madness just to rock him back away from it once more. If this possible acquisition was a success in all rights, their little inhibitions would be tears in the eyes of babes in comparison to what he would gain. And now, he knew just what to do with the twins. Something that they would love and hate all in one.

He stepped forward to the two, "Unbutton the first three buttons on your own blouses."

When they went to assist each other, he grabbed each at the chest by their collarbones, forcing their backs against the wall, a small item attached to the wall shrowded by a cloth between the two, clouding their view of each other, "What is the first rule?"

"Always listen to and follow Master's orders," they both immediately replied in unison.

"I said to unbutton your own blouses, not each others," He groped a hand along each of their scalps, fisting their hair and forcing their heads back so their porcelain columns glittered in the soft, radiating light. "Following orders incorrectly is the same as not following the orders at all. Why? Because in both versions, the end results are not the ones I demanded."

"We are sorry, Master," They once more intoned at once. "May we rectify our mistake master?"

"Do it," He watched, his hands still roughly in their hair, as they worked three of the buttons, freeing their necks and a portion of their collarbones as the material hung open, "Untie the ribbon, Aeon, but do not remove the material.

"Hmm, today I think I will address each of you separately... But what should I call you? It's no fun to only use your names," He looked up as if in thought momentarily before licking along Aeri's jaw, nibbling at the junction between Jaw, neck and ear, causing a lust-filled shudder to flow through her body. He kept his lips just barely brushing her skin, "I think I will call you Bunnie today. Does that sound good to you, Bunnie?"

"Yes, Master," Aeri huskily moaned from the spine-tingling feel of the man's breath on the wet flesh, the lightest featherings of his lips, and the vibrations of his voice on the sensitive skin.

"Good girl, Bunnie," He turned to Aeon, harshly biting at his exposed collarbone before sucking at his Adam's apple, "And what to call you?"

He licked along his neck, nipping and sucking with enough force to see flushings from the action. He roughly kissed his pouty lips, purposely making it quick and shallow when he knew the boy wanted at deepened, his mouth savaged. "So many names to choose from. Which should I call you... Siren? Doll? Angel?... Ah, I think I have it, my little Canary. I can't wait for you to sing for me."

He watched as Aeon swallowed thickly, his britches filling out in front; what Aeri's puffed bottoms still hid, "I feel that there is something missing..."

"Against the wall! Assume the position," He suddenly barked out, releasing their hair.

"Yes, Master," Both turned, heads bowed with elbow to hands placed carefully on the wall with legs spread, back arched so their asses greeted him pleasingly.

"Good job, Bunnie," He patted her butt, listening as a whimper of need escaped before rubbing Aeon's who also soundlessly huffed in response, "And you too Canary."

He walked away, leaving them already panting in excitement as he got the first items from a cabinet on the other side of the room. He had chosen the first special items just for his Bunnie and Canary. He knew that Aeon, his Canary had the sweetest voice but always kept it quiet and bottled within while his Bunnie was always extremely vocal. He couldn't wait; he'd been planning to use these for a while now, and finally the chance had arrived.

He stood behind them, eyes raking up and down their bodies as they worked to stay as still as possible. His left hand smacked Bunnie, a yelp making itself known, but the body itself working at keeping the position. Thinking that Canary needed some stimulation too, he pinched the boy's right cheek thickly, twisting a little. A small gasp was the only response aside from a slight tensing and loosening of his shoulders.

"Tut tut," He mockingly tsked. "Bunnies are supposed to be quiet, and it's the Canaries that are supposed to sing." He snapped a large, fitted collar around each of their necks, two items hanging from Aeon's. There were, in fact, several items that could be hooked up to the collars, but decided to keep it simple for his needs for right now.

He fingered the edging at the bottom of the collar so his finger ran along an edge of their skin, "Once I turn your's on, Bunnie, it will tighten and loosen based on your sounds and how loud or strong they are. The louder it is, the longer the collar will stay tight; the quieter you are, the less your collar will tighten."

"And Canary, the less noise you make and the longer you go without making sounds, the longer and stronger these vibrators attached to your collar will work," He couldn't help but trace a long finger down his chest, along and around the hardening bud beginning to peek through his thin blouse. "And I know how weak you are to areas such as this."