After Mr Jones was gone Malcolm and Kayden glanced at each other with a meaningful stare. Kayden went towards the backside of the kitchen to fetch the broom. He approached Malcolm carefully and helped the guy with cleaning, Kayden knew Malcolm was not happy with his closeness towards Medusa. He could clearly read it on Malcolm's face, but was also aware he wouldn't say anything and submit to whatever would Medusa decide.
Malcolm silently picked up the pieces and threw them in the dustbin, he could clearly feel Kayden's eyes hovering over him. And due to the bond created between the two men, which linked Medusa as a bridge, permitted both of them to share some kind of mutual energy. Medusa bonded with Malcolm to turn him into an incubus, and later on she bit Kayden to establish a stronger sacred bond with him.
Kayden saw him sprinting around frequently and admired how Malcolm was able to put up with the bruises.
'Look at him, acting so high and mighty even with bruises. Though I gotta admit he is amazing with cleaning.'
He couldn't help but praise Malcolm's skills as he manually dusted off the furniture. Seeing that made Kayden lazy and he leaned against the dining table which was unscathed and untouched.
"Your bruises are healing."
He tried to initiate a conversation because the awkward silence was also lethal between two big them. Kayden knew Malcolm's capabilities and his aggression issues, which were the impulse to drive and direct his powers.
'Ugh, finally he spouted something.'
Malcolm was already feeling creeped out by Kayden's constant staring. He paused his hands while he was cleaning the television, which somehow survived those air blows.
"Yes, it's a perk of my mixed blood."
His cold stare somewhat scared Kayden as he gulped down his fears. It didn't matter that he was Malcolm's master, because perhaps he wouldn't even remember that in rage. That's why Kayden felt the need to establish good connections with Malcolm. No matter what that guy held immense powers due to his mixed blood, although it was another thing it differed from Kayden's.
"Oh? How can you heal but Medusa can't, when she is your mistress?"
Kayden deliberately chose those words to remind Malcolm about his position in her life. He didn't want Malcolm to get closer to her, now that the succubus had formed a mate bond with him; Medusa belonged to Kayden. Malcolm was well aware of it but couldn't stop his mistress, he gave in to her decision of choosing Kayden over him.
Malcolm clenched the cloth in his hand and tried his best not to sound rude, because Medusa was capable of giving him a literal punishment. Just like the last time she fed on his life force leaving Malcolm in physical pain. Now he was clear about himself not being Medusa's love interest, Malcolm didn't want to be her punching bag for stress relieving.
"I'm not sure how to answer that, blood mutations vary in every person. You and I both are mixed bloods, similar yet different in many things."
Malcolm's tone had a tinge of mock as Kayden immediately grasped how effortlessly and sneakily he dropped the 'master.' Kayden was willing to break the huge wall of ice between them in order to ensure they were on good terms for the sake of Medusa.
"Well, can't disagree over there. Although I'm deeply apologetic about my earlier behaviour and….about my dad too."
Kayden shifted the chat towards himself to keep on conversing. Malcolm drifted back to cleaning and headed towards the kitchen to pick up the broken cutlery. As much as Malcolm wanted to avoid talking to him, Kayden was persistent and kept on provoking him.
"It's fine, not like I'm bothered by it. Medusa and I are your blood bound servants, I don't care what your relationship is now with Medusa. But I expect some respect for my right to be treated."
Malcolm stated his concern and mildly complained, however he crouched down and picked up the pieces of cutlery. Kayden yelled at him to warn about the sharp corners which resulted in the opposite.
"Fuck!"
Malcolm shook his head and increased his healing speed, he glanced at Kayden immediately to acknowledge if his blood cast any effect on him or not. Kayden on the other hand felt a sharp warm feeling in his body, his fangs grew longer and eyes turned pitch black once once. Malcolm put his finger into his own mouth to mask the scent of his blood.
Kayden's powers were unstable and he could barely control his urges, either blood or lust, a slight stimulus was enough to excite his senses.
'Shit! I hope this helps.'
Malcolm silently crept out of the kitchen while his anxious gaze never left Kayden's face. His scent was successfully masked but the prior smell had already excited Kayden. He snarled with his fangs shining for blood, in his true form and without any help Kayden was no less than a rogue beast.
"Mr Jones!?"
Malcolm yelled from the kitchen door for help because it was nearly impossible for him to calm Kayden. Whereas Kayden's wings popped out of his back and the sharp metallic endings scratched the wooden cabinets.
"Shit! Shit! Where did this old man die!?"
He immediately ran towards the arcade to look for Kayden's father. Whereas he flapped his wings and pounced on Malcolm's back to pin him down on the marbled floor.
He felt a sharp pain in his bones and shouted again for help, while two smokey legs emerged from Kayden's body. They condensed into long thorny legs like spiders and tossed Malcolm around to pin his both hands. He shouted once again and panic upon witnessing Kayden's blind thirst. The thorny legs were an unusual trait but perhaps connected to his blood, which scared Malcolm to attack him.
"Medusa? Mr Jones?"
Kayden lifted his eyebrows in rage and directed his one spider leg into Malcolm's mouth which pierced through him.
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