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Any other human would have left the house and never came back in his situation. Abolish is mostly certain of that from when he had attempted to bring someone else into his masters' employ. But the house was amazing, and the men who cared for him and taught him were lovely, and the pay was good albeit technically unnecessary, so there was really no reason he would want to. And just as cooking with his father was special to him, so was this.
And then Owen's fangs bore into his wrist and there was no room for thought in his mind. There was only the cool of Owen's flesh soothing the bite wound, and the calm of the blood pumping through his veins to heal the wound from which he was being drained. Only the blissful fear of the lightheadedness blood loss brings, and the comfort of the gentle, steadying way Owen held him still. Only the ritual of Owen tending to his hair with eyes glossy with ancient memory, and bandaging the bite after. Only the habit of "sullying" the "holiest day of the week" every Sunday by being one of "god's" most hellish and sinful of creations take his lifeblood as his best meal of the week, and the peace of letting every expectation slip away and he could exist as simply himself, cared for in this oddly precious way. Only the peace of this quiet moment when his mind would quiet itself completely and he could simply be in one of the only places he would ever belong. Only the patient, rhythmic click as Owen swallowed what he needed from his body, and the ever-present promise of praise and gratitude and reassurance that would fall softly from Owen's lips still red with Abolish's blood, some of the only gentleness he ever showed.
Abolish didn't even notice that he'd lost consciousness until he recognized the soft sensation of claws being drawn ever so gently up and down his scalp, the heavy pressure of his cheek against what he realized was Owen's lap, and the soft whisper of Owen's voice.
"-tion making an addition to the Coven. He may not like that, but it's about safety," he mused, seemingly to himself.
"Hmm?"
"Ah, you're up. That's good. Nothing you need to worry about, Abolish. You did such a perfect job tonight, you know? You always do. And you handled the whole situation with our unexpected guest wonderfully as well. You should be very proud of yourself," came the gentle reminder that yes, of course Owen cared, as the movement of his hand through Abolish's hair became more intentional.
Abolish moved to push himself off of Owen's lap, only to be met by a genuine exertion of the vampire's true strength keeping him lying down.
"Shh, it's okay," Owen soothed, reminiscent of the first month of this weekly habit when they were both still learning how much Abolish's body could handle without being genuinely harmed. "You need to rest, Abolish. I fear I took a bit more from you than I should have, you should stay here until you've recovered."
There really wasn't any point in fighting. Owen could easily physically overpower him, even at Abolish's own full strength, and Scott would side with Owen for the sake of his son's wellbeing. And you know what? He really had done a good job today. If Owen decided he had earned a break, he would take it.
He kept his breath in time to the hand that had moved from his hair to tracing lazy circles on his back until sleep reclaimed his mind.
Thus, he did not hear the door click shut, nor Owen's footsteps determinedly making their quiet way towards the usual bedroom designated for guests.