The vampire accepted the kiss, his mouth soft on Hermes' own, making no attempt, for once, to control or dominate the boy. He felt Hermes' tears on his face, but gave the boy the kindness of not remarking on them.
"My little bird. My beautiful, wily little trickster."
He was quiet for a moment, simply stroking through Hermes' golden hair and holding him tightly.
Finally, he stirred a little. "You don't need to be afraid. His Master will never let him go. And I'm not sure that he feels anything for me but loathing. Lust, certainly. But he has the body of a teenage boy, he'd feel the same about any man who was half-way skilled in bed."