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He'd watched him for weeks now. He knew where he lived, what scented soap he used, what time he got home and left from it. Laurent had even been where he worked, sitting around, leaning his jaw on his hand and watching him, constantly.

Takami.

What a lovely name it was. A velvety whisper from his lips, when he spoke it to himself. And when he'd heard the male introduce himself back at the shop, he'd sworn he'd heard wind-chimes in the air. The boy was handsome, there was no doubt about that and Laurent happened to like them handsome. Admittedly, the way he planned to approach him was a bit out of the ordinary. Simply asking him out wasn't like Laurent, which must have explained why he couldn't keep a steady relationship for the life of him.

At that moment, he was busy following after the male, a handkerchief soaked of chloroform in his pocket, just awaiting for him to turn a corner before he'd slide in close and squeeze it over his face.

Only barely had he managed to pull back behind the corner, heart beating in his chest as he peered out, content to see the other male moving again. He needed to do it there, take care of it all and just get the male carried into his car and be able to take him off. Considering that Laurent did live a couple of miles out of down, he figured that if he locked the other man in the comfy basement he'd decorated himself, all would be well. He could keep him, forever. And teach him to love him!

"Takami," he called out softly, suddenly gaining the urge to see the other's face and his dazzling eyes as he took him out. Already, he clutched tighter at the handkerchief in his pocket. "I'm uh... A big fan," he grinned, innocently as he stepped closer. This time around, he did pull the handkerchief from his pocket and press it over Takami's nose and mouth, the moment he was close enough to do so. "It's alright, sweetie, just go to sleep."

There he was, slumped in his arms, his perfect puppet. How beautiful was he, how well did he smell up close. Laurent was almost tempted to stay there, cradling him in his arms but he had to get him off the street before someone saw him. So, Laurent picked him up, carrying him off to his car, setting him on the backseat and driving off, back home.

From there, he carried him inside and truly down into the basement but the place didn't look all that horrid there. He'd spent the last month, building a bathroom, complete with a bathtub down there, bringing down furniture, such as the sturdy hardwood bed and now he was done, adding the last piece to his perfect, complete picture - Takami. Onto that bed, Laurent lay him down, quickly searching him for phones or any other communication devices to take away before snapping a padded cuff around his ankle. It came complete with a chain that allowed the male to move around, reach into the bathroom and all but not leave.

Takami couldn't leave! He was his, he shouldn't want to leave!

Or so whispered Laurent's illusions. A tiny padlock squeezed in place and it was time for the waiting game, to see when the other would wake up. For that, Laurent sat himself down a little further, positive that the other male would be angry when he did wake up.

His beauty was awake! What an exciting moment that was and how beautiful he was, how elegantly he moved. Even when he growled of frustration, he was beautiful! He didn't think much of the other's fang, probably just a prop of the shop that he'd missed but it was alright. "Don't hurt yourself, ma petite," he spoke softly, soothingly. "It's okay, everything is okay. I won't hurt you because I love you," Laurent smiled, warm and caring.

Love, was it now? He thought it was, if he thought of Takami day and night, thinking of ways to bring him back to him, to seduce him, to hold him in his arms forever.

Of course, holding Takami in his arms at the moment would have been stupid. Couldn't have him hurting himself whilst trying to hurt Laurent, could he now. "Don't worry, no one will hurt you ever again. I'll keep you safe right here. Are you hungry? I'll cook something nice for you, would you like that?"

"Careful," Laurent reminded, sounding sincerely worried, "don't hurt yourself with that," he said as he stood, still very much aware of how long the chain was. "No one would hurt you here, either," he said, "you're with me here, it's the safest place on Earth." Laurent smiled, warm and caring as always. However twisted his head was to make him believe that was unsure. How much he wanted to touch Takami, hold him close, breathe in that wonderful scent of his... But still he couldn't, not yet.

"Don't be silly," Laurent chuckled, completely misunderstanding, "of course you can. I wouldn't put anything funny in your food, ma petite. You can eat anything I'll cook for you." He smiled once more, nodding slowly. "I know, but it's alright, this way we can always stay together." And that was what he wanted! He wanted to stay with Takami for the rest of his life. Teach the other man to love him, teach for him to await for his embraces. It was a little like caring for a puppy! Except for the fact that his puppy looked better than any furry mutt would. "I do love you. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you. Do you believe in love of first sight?"


Well, someone had forgotten to take his pills.

Laurent stood there, folding his arms across his chest and frowning. Did his beautiful little Takami have some skin condition? Sensitivity to sunlight? What was with the crosses then? Even considering the place he worked for, Laurent kind of missed that, the gears in his head refusing to work. Mostly because he was so very fond of staring at Takami like a lovesick puppy. "You're saying odd things, ma petite," Laurent murmured, exhaling a small sigh.

"Fine, call it lust then. Whatever you want but I need you here." He sounded desperate, like his life actually depended on the fact. "I know I love you, I can't get you out of my head. So I brought you here." And he'd probably give him everything he'd ever need, except for his freedom, because he shouldn't even ask for that!

With the things pointed out to him, Laurent blinked, an amused smiled spreading on his face. "Oh, you are?" Well, he'd heard that they really did exist more than just people dressing up as them but to see one. Somehow that made Takami even more alluring. "In danger? No-no, you shouldn't hurt me. If you really want blood, I don't mind giving it to you, ma petite. I do love you, so I'd give you anything you wanted." Again, except for that freedom.

He smiled as he stepped closer, still barely out of reach of the chain. "I wonder, though. Shouldn't you be stronger? Be able to snap that chain or is that just a myth?" That was Laurent, trying to find out absolutely everything about his loved one.

"No!" He raised his voice, shaking his head violently not too long after, "I do need you here, I'd die without you. You can't leave, you shouldn't even want to leave but it's okay, I'll forgive you because I love you so dearly, ma petite Takami." Laurent's voice died into a smooth murmur, a small smile still upon his face. "Please give me a chance, Takami? I'm not bad, I didn't hurt you. All I wanted was to bring you home with me."