Andrei growled back, feeling a war of impulses inside of him. He wanted to bited Leon. He wanted to kiss Leon. He wanted to fuck Leon, he wanted to fight Leon, he wanted to have absolutely nothing to do with this conversation. And inside that turmoil, this torrent of conflicting desires, Andrei's mind, that of a hunter, a killer and a warrior, shone through, sharp, jagged and only somewhat cracked.
And, there, within that split second, Andrei decided what he wanted most. He wanted his fangling to be happy. He could feel the boy's defiance and underneath, that feeling of being violated, of being used, of being worthless.
Andrei drew back, getting off of Leon. "You ain't no whore," he said, shaking his head as he rolled over to his back. "Ain't ever lettin' no-one call you that, ain't ever lettin' you call you that." Andrei turned his head to look at Leon. "You got that? Anyone make you feel like that, I'll kill 'em."