[O] Where Is The Fun?

Silt panted softly as he sprawled out on the couch, he hated being aroused like this, that Vampire had gotten to him, he didn't know how or why but he had.

Now all he could think about was being stuck beneath the man at his mercy.

A low growl sounded as he grit his teeth, his hand grazing over his clothed member slowly.

His head fell back as he looked up at the ceiling with a sigh.

Espiridion sat alone in his booth, nursing the bottle slowly through the night.

He sent away men and women that sat in his lap asking for attention.

His interest had been caught by the Demon and he wouldn't be satisfied tonight unless it was the Demon under him.

His tongue laved over his lower lip as his eyes slid closed.

He'd been waiting for Silt to appear again.

When Silt had finally calmed down enough to function properly he pushed himself back to his feet and padded out onto the floor.

He refused to look over at the Vampire, he could still sense the man's presence still in the room.

He cursed softly under his breath as his body hardened again, he felt out of control tonight, like he was a teenager all over again.

The Demon took a breath and got back to work, it didn't take long for his lapse of concentration to bite him in the ass.

Misjudging his strength he picked up a shot glass to firmly, shattering it in and instant causing shards to dig into his palm and causing him to bleed.

The Vampire's eyes slid open when he smelled that delicious scent on the air.

His mouth watered.

He stood, setting his wine glass down and turned his attention to finding the source of the scent. When he found it, he stepped forwards slowly.

Silt was just a few tables away and he smelled like a treat.

"Clumsy," he murmured softly at the Demon's shoulder as he leaned over, sniffing gently at the air. He really did smell good. His blood was something that Espiridion wanted to sample.

Silt swore under his breath, apologizing to the table he had just surprised with the shattering glass.

He clutched onto his hand as the voice of the Vampire caused him to go rigid, the last thing he needed right now was that man so close to him.

"I'm not clumsy, just distracted."

He murmured as he quickly moved over to the bar and began to pull shards of thick glass out of his hand.

"Distraction can cause a lot of damage when dealing with glasswear."

His eyes fell to the Demon's hand and he gave a soft purred moan, What he wouldn't give to be able to lap at that wound, clean it out with his tongue. Feel his flesh yield under his fangs as he bit into his wrist to taste more of what he was sure would be delicious blood.

Espiridion's hand reached out to gently grasp the Demon's hand. His grip was gentle, his fingers long and slender. Capable of power yet gentle in the way they handled things.

He leant against the bar, holding Silt's hand gently as he teased the glass out of the wound gently. Espiridion was careful and precise. He would be able to remove smaller slithers of glass than Silt had the patience to deal with.

"I wonder what it is that distracted you so much that you damaged yourself like this." His molten gaze turned up to Silt for a moment and a small smirk curled his lips. He had a very good guess about what had distracted him.

As those eyes turned up to him, his own narrowed, that smirk got to him, the touch of the man's hand against his torn skin.

He didn't like the fact that he wanted to give in to the man, after all his stubbornness in defying Head-Bitch.

Fuck it.

His torn hand pulled itself out of Espiridion's grasp, reaching up to grasp the man's jaw, bloodied fingers caressed his skin as Silt leaned down and captured his lips in a deep kiss which ended all too soon.

"If you want me, book a back room, but you're paying me double."

He muttered, he wanted to be compensated for the fact that he blood was going to be taken.

Espiridion loved seeing the hesitation in people's eyes as they finally began to give in to his charms.

He wasn't disappointed when the Demon's will finally snapped and he drew his hand out of his own gentle grasp to grab his chin.

His lips moved against the Demon's slowly, his tongue stroking over his lip teasingly.

"It's rare I am the one paying someone to come with me for a night," he rasped softly. "Just for the novelty of the experience, I'll pay out."

He had the money to burn now he didn't have to pay out for hotel rooms every night.

His fingers slid down Silt's stomach slowly.

"Show me these back rooms."

Silt gave a soft shiver ran over his skin as the man stroked his stomach, he blamed Dario's absence tonight for his desperation.

"Fine. This way."

He murmured, clenching his cut up hand to stop additional bleeding.

He padded over to the back rooms swiftly, the less time he gave Head-Bitch chance to catch him and gloat the better. When he found an empty room he lead the man in and shut the door behind them locking it firmly.

"Payment up front."

He muttered, pointing to a credit card scanner, he wasn't about to be stiffed money if this guy turned out to be broke.

Es followed after Silt when he walked off.

He'd won this one and his prise was this Demon's beautiful body under him.

The man's eyes turned to the card scanner when it was pointed out.

His hand slid into his tight corset and he pulled out a card. Why carry a wallet around with him when a corset did the job just as well?

Silt's main regret was his stupid outfit, he may be a submissive at heart but he liked to dress with more dignity, he liked to dress like a dom.

Still, there would be no need for clothes now would there?

"So."

He started, his hands resting on his own hips, his tail whipping out around him.

"How do you want me?"

There was no reason to beat around the bush, he knew why he was here, to lay down and be fuck and fed from until he couldn't see straight.

The Vampire stepped forwards slowly, almost stalking his prey as he slid the card back into his corset.

He stopped when he was stood directly in front of the Vampire, molten gold eyes gazing at the Vampire.

"Are there any toys to play with?"

He'd admit that he liked to play with toys when he fucked people.

His gaze turned to the man, watching him stalk forward, the man was hot, he couldn't deny that but he was still being stubborn, he wasn't pleased about being back here but at the same time in this state he would be worse than useless out there.

Silt's head tilted to the side at the question, he remembered being told about them by Dario when he was shown around the club.

"A small selection."

He muttered as he padded to the back of the room, reaching back behind the couch and pulling out a decent sized box.

It was filled with various toys, vibrators, dildos, rings, a multitude of fun little things, as well as various bondage gear.

Es strolled after the Demon when he pulled out a box.

He leaved over Silt, his fingers stroking over his bare back as his eyes flickered over the toys in the box.

"On your knees," he murmured softly as he reached into the box.

He pulled a set of leather wrist cuffs from the box, caressing the leather as he turned his gaze down to Silt.

His little smirk widened, parting over his white teeth.

Silt pursed his lips, the only one who ordered him around like that was Dario, but the human had earned that rite.

He grit his teeth with a growl before dropping down onto his knees.

His eyes narrowed a little as he looked up at the man, his lips pulled back over his teeth a little, exposing his razor sharp teeth which shone menacingly.

Es leaned down when Silt bared his teeth at him.

His lips pressed against the Demon's as he caressed his jaw.

The Vampire leaned down a little further, tongue laving over his neck as he fastened the cuffs around his wrists and bound them together behind his back.

His hand slid down his chest to palm the Demon's clothed crotch.

"You'd look good wearing just a few scraps of leather."

His growls didn't stop as he kissed the man back, their lips blending together fiercely as the Demon pressed forward.

He didn't fight as he was bound, he had to remind himself that he was being paid to do this, this man would only control him for a short while then life would go back to normal.

Silt grunted as his crotch was palmed, his body was already hard, despite his attitude he did want this man.

"I look good wearing most things."

He replied with a smirk.

"I'm sure you do."

Silt was an attractive creature. He was sure the Demon would look good in anything that he donned.

His fingers caressed the Demon's hair gently before tugging it back a little, tilting Silt's head back to expose his throat.

His fingers slid into the Demon's thong to stroke his arousal slowly.

Silt let his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He liked being bitten and treated roughly, even if he hadn't accepted this man as his dominant.

He gave a low groan as his arousal was stroked, his hips pressing forward into the man's hand as his head tilted, offering up his throat.

"Enjoy your meal."

He muttered with a small smirk.

"Not yet," he murmured softly.

His nails raked over the Demon's hard flesh roughly.

Drinking blood was too sexual for him. It drove him wild. He much preferred drinking from his partners when he was close to his climax. It made everything far more intense.

Espiridion stepped back turning to pick up a nice sturdy crop.

That would do nicely.

He pressed the tongue of the crop to Silt's chin, tilting his head upwards so their eyes met.

"How good would you look, I wonder, covered in the evidence of our joining?"

Silt hissed as his flesh was racked over by his nails, his hips jerking in his grasp as he swore softly under his breath.

His head tilted up to look at the Vampire, his eyes were hard but also dark with desire as he stared up at him.

"Why don't you find out?"

He asked, a devious smirk gracing his lips.

"I will," he purred softly.

He would have his fun covering Silt in the evidence of their fun.

The crop whipped through the air, leaving a red line on one thigh.

He held the crop against Silt's mouth. "Hold it for me." When his hands were free, they turned to his sinfully tight pants, peeling them down slowly. He was bare underneath.

Es took two steps back and sat on the couch, pants loose around his ankles.

"Return the crop to me."

A hiss passed through his lips as his thigh was stuck.

Silt's lips parted over the leather of the crop, gripping onto it tightly, his teeth leaving deep denting in the handle.

His eyes watched closely as the Vampire's pants were lowered, his gaze trailing over what he had exposed.

A purr sounded in his chest, the man looked decent enough, not as big as Dario but he suspected this man could use what he had more effectively.

His law unlocked at the instruction, dropping the crop down into his hands.

"Good boy," he purred huskily, his hand stroking through Silt's silver hair when the crop was dropped into his hand.

He crossed one leg over the other, lifting one foot slightly to gaze down at his shoe. He tutted softly. There was a little dust on the otherwise pristine black leather.

He hummed softly.

"Bow. My boots need cleaning."

Silt's eyes narrowed at the order, this man was paying him for sex, that didn't mean he got to assert himself as his Master.

"Go fuck yourself."

He replied, his lips pulling back over his teeth in a sneer. He was beginning to regret letting this man take him to the back rooms, he was losing his battle with the bitch for this?

The Demon gave a low growl as he pushed himself back onto his feet.