Slowly, the thief's screams died down as he got used to the feeling of the stranger's lips sucking on the base of his neck became familiar, less uncomfortable, but more embarrassing as time drew on. He hated this closeness – hated people touching him, or prodding him, or even simple things like hugs from strangers. So it was no surprise that this big hulking brute was doing a lot more than just breaking Sekani's personal bubble. Eventually, he stopped struggling against him, too indignant to even mouth off a verbal protest, but just grit his teeth and bore it. Maybe if he was lucky, the man would drink his fill and toss him out the window. Sure, he'd break a few bones – but Sekani would prefer a busted arm or leg to be here any longer.
The Staff of Solis was completely cold in his pocket, as if being someone so chilling had made the weapon refuse to work. He let his arms drop to his sides and clenched his fists at the thought – if there was anything the boy hated, it was being powerless. How could someone like him be put into a situation like this? He had always thought so highly of himself, running around the streets of his former home, Zantaric, as if he owned the place. He had once been a leader, once been a role model, and now? He was someone's playtoy. Damn fate, and how it could so easily turn the tables on him! He wasn't sure what to blame – his naivety toward the world and how it worked, or his own cockiness, not being able to recognize danger when he saw it.
But that was the thing. A part of him knew that this stranger could easily snap him in half if he pissed him off enough. So why did he smirk at him and stare him down, as if he was immune to death itself? He had always bragged, back when he was younger, that he would rather die, or become crippled, then bow down to a power greater than itself, and loose his pride. Was that why, he tempted death? But no, when that man had put his powerful hand around his neck, and death had been mere minutes away, what did he do? Sekani had backed off – easily submissive, not wanting to die. He was human, he knew that now. Knew that he would indeed kiss the hands of those who were more powerful than him. He hated this horrid truth about himself – hated knowing that he was no better when it came to the average human. In the end, he would do anything to survive... So much for pride.
Finally, he drew himself away, and Sekani felt a twinge of rebelliousness rise in his throat. "Fuck you," he coughed out, anger and exasperation mixed in his throat, hands quivering as he stroked his neck, where the stranger had been feasting. The beast wasted no time however, and prompted Sekani towards the bed. He bit his bottom lip, backing up towards the bed unconsciously, just wanting to get away from this beast. The thief cursed as he realized where he had been prodded to, back pressed against the edge of the bed, unwilling to bring himself to get on it. No, fuck no – this sort of thing was not supposed to happen! He could suck all the blood he wanted, he could physically eat him for all Sekani cared, but he was not getting in that bed... Sekani wished he could say that he'd rather be dead, but the thief already figured out that he would do anything to survive. Pride bit at him though, told him no, stand whatever ground you have. The darkskinned teen knew he literally had no footing. That this stranger was totally and completely in control. He tried to ease up onto the bed, he really did, but could not bring himself to do so. Lavender eyes cast themselves towards the ground, squeezed shut, as if doing so would end this nightmare forever.