[C] Looks can be deceiving

Doc walked back to his usual seat, ruffling the unshaven half of his head before ordering more drinks off of Silt.

The Demon stayed to chat with him for a while and when asked about Doms the man and mentioned the man he had just been with, the one Silt simply called 'Tiger'

He gave an amused, yet annoyed huff before settling back for a night of drinking and watching Dario being tormented.

Demir was thoroughly enjoying tonight now.

He was getting a lot of attention. The more attention he got, the more a certain part of his anatomy showed that he liked it. The more he showed he liked the attention, the more attention he got. A beautiful cycle.

Demir strolled past Doc's table, heading towards another table to take their orders.

Deacon glanced up at the man when he walked by, a certain part of his anatomy hadn't escaped his notice.

He swallowed thickly and shook his head, he was only lusting after the man because he had told himself that he couldn't have him.

But damn, it only made him want him more.

All talk, no action....still...It could be worth a shot....no.

Deacon debated with himself for a few more minutes, brooding a little at the fact his arousal was still hard and pressing insistently against his stomach.

"Fuck..."

He growled after a good long while, his stormy eyes staring up at the man before he pushed himself up out of his seat and grabbed Demir by his hair, dragging him toward the bathroom.

Demir had just served the guys he'd taken the order off their drinks when his hair was grabbed.

He opened his mouth to chew out whoever had grabbed him before a wide grin curled his lips.

"No luck then?" he asked with a soft chuckle, now walking with Doc instead of trying to fight against him.

He loved watching people crack and break like that.

Deacon didn't say a single word, he just pushed open the men's room door and shoved Demir inside.

He didn't even make it into one of the stalls before he pushed the Shifter up against the wall and kissed him roughly, pressing the length of his body up against him in desperate need, which he showed by rubbing his hard crotch against him.

He was sick of these games, he just wanted to fuck like wild animals.

Demir returned the kiss, though he couldn't hide his wide grin.

One hand slipped into Doc's hair, yanking it roughly as he turned the two of them, pressing Doc up against the wall instead.

"Couldn't find anyone to match me, huh?" he asked with a grin, grinding his hips and half-hard member against Doc's hip. "Could you not find anyone to play with you like you wanted?" he crooned mockingly, yanking Doc's hair again.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

Deacon growled as he hooked a leg over Demir's hip and pulled the man closer.

His hands dragged down the man's back, leaving red scratch marks in their path as his lips descended onto his neck again, kissing, nipping and lapping at it.

Demir chuckled, his hand descending to the button of Doc's jeans.

The played with the button, tugging it but not unbuttoning his jeans. Not yet. He still wanted to see Doc snap and end up writhing and begging beneath him.

He had just finally undone the button when the bathroom door opened and a stripped walked in. Demir leaned his head against Doc's chest as his hand moved down to palm Doc slowly.

"Hey, Ian. Good working tonight?" he asked conversationally.

The stripper grinned. "Doesn't seem as good as yours." Ian eyed Doc slowly and licked his lips. "Isn't that Red that Dario and Liq claimed?" Red was well-known backstage for being an excellent tipper. Everyone wanted him when he appeared in the club.

"Mhmm," Demir responded, nuzzling against Doc's chest as he continued to palm him.

Deacon wasn't fazed when the door swung open, Dario had fucked him in a stairway before, he was use to people seeing him in positions like these.

Instead he caught the man's gaze, tilting his head back a little and giving a soft, breathy moan, almost in an open invitation to touch him, since Demir was teasing him slowly.

He bit his bottom lip a little and smirked, his cheeky little grin that most people enjoyed.

"And 'ere I was thinkin' Liq din like me very much."

He muttered with a chuckle, his accent growing more prominent with his arousal.

Ian arched a brow with a grin. "He's a greedy asshole. You pay well, he needs the money." Liq had been taking a lot of days off since he and Rai had gotten together. He really did need the extra when it came around.

"Looks like Demir's got you tonight, though. You're gonna be a needy begging mass by the end of tonight." Ian leaned back against the wall opposite with a grin.

"But you're gonna be sore and satisfied tomorrow." Ian's eyes turned down to watch Demir palm Doc slowly. "He's a real tiger when he wants to be."

The tiger in question gave a teasing cat-like purr, nails scraping roughly over the bulge in Doc's jeans before returning to his slow massaging.

"So I keep hearing, though I'm yet to see it."

He growled as his writhing was only met with the slow rub of Demir's palm.

Deacon gave another breathy moan as his arousal was scraped at, jerking up into the man's hand.

"How much is it going to take for you to give me what I want?"

He purred, his head tilting to the side as he writhed up against the wall, as he looked at Ian, his arms wrapping around Demir's waist and pulling him closer.

He would pay both men if that was what it took to get what he wanted.

"He's a stubborn asshole." Ian grinned widely. "Speaking of assholes, have you played with his yet? Drives him insane."

Demir gave a soft huff in response, grinding just a little harder against Doc's hip.

He didn't usually tell people that. It was a sure-fire way to get him to bend them over. Ian (and the rest of the strippers) knew because of the amount of times Demir had been laying backstage and Silt had taken to teasing his ass. The fucking Silt always got after that made a lot of the strippers hot and bothered as they watched.

Deacon smirked at this new knowledge as he looked up at Demir.

"Is that so? You like it when people toy with your ass?"

He purred lowly in the man's ear, giving it a sharp nip as he rubbed back up against him.

His hand smoothed over the man's lower back, stroking over his cheeks as he kneaded them firmly.

His fingers dipped lower, circling his hole slowly, rubbing his finger tip against it.

"I might," Demir responded.

"I'm sure you love people playing with yours. Not happening at the moment, though, is it?"

As Ian had said, Demir's entrance clenched under the light touch of Doc's finger, as if begging for more.

His nails scraped roughly over the man's clothed arousal again.

Ian just watched silently, content with enjoying the show in front of him.

"Maybe not, but just because you're denying me doesn't mean I can't make you writhe and come."

He replied with a grin as he brought two fingers to his mouth and sucked on them generously before slipping them back between Demir's cheeks.

He gave a low purr as he pushed one of them inside the man and twisted it sharply before giving him slow thrusts, shivering at the warm feeling of the man around his finger, he never got to do this with Dario.

Demir's eyes slid shut, just enjoying the feeling of the wet finger pushing into him for a short moment before his eyes cracked open again.

He grinned up at Doc as he grasped the man's hand, yanking it away from his backside. He pinned it against the wall, leaning forwards to lick the man's damp fingers slowly, sucking them into his mouth as his fiery eyes caught Doc's.

"Who says I'm gonna let you have your way, huh?" he asked as he pulled back, tongue flicking over Doc's fingertips.

Deacon pursed his lips when his hand was yanked away, giving a barely audible moan as his fingers were licked and sucked, watching Demir intently.

"You want to deny me so badly that you wont even let me pleasure you?"

He murmured, pressing up against him a little more, grinding against him in an attempt to get more pleasure.

"Everyone says you're an animal so why wont you let me see it?"

He growled before biting into the man's neck sharply.

"Mhmm," Demir responded.

He was enjoying teasing Doc like this. He could forgo a little pleasure to watch Doc get more and more annoyed.

The Tiger purred when his neck was bitten into.

Ian tutted softly. He leaned over, locking the bathroom door before strolling towards the two of them.

"You're dealing with him all wrong. You're giving him the power of being in charge. All well and good but with that power he teases people. Take what you want, don't fall to him and he'll show you what you wants," he breathed in Doc's ear as his hand slid slowly down his chest. His hand dipped into Doc's jeans as he grasped his arousal, jerking him firmly.

"Demir gives as good as he gets. You give utter submission and he'll give you the teasing you deserve."

Sick of being whispered about, Demir gave a low growl.

Deacon groaned loudly as his arousal was jerked firmly, almost buckling if it weren't for the wall and Demir's body holding him up.

He listened to what Ian was saying nodding slowly at his words, he hadn't been enough of a challenge, he had submitted to quickly so the man was just going to tease him until he was worked up enough to actually play and try to take.

"Dario breaks people too well."

He murmured in his defense, the man expected complete submission otherwise you got nothing, Demir was the exact opposite.

Deacon just needed his fire back, he needed to rile up the tiger and rattle his cage.

The Warlock let his eyes slide shut for a moment as he gathered himself and forgot all the rules he had been set for so long now.

When he opened them again it was obvious that he was ready for a fight, his eyes had a devious spark in them.

Ian chuckled softly as he continued to jerk the Warlock firmly. "He's an incredibly controlled Dom. Being turned out by him would be kinda scary."

Demir's lips twitched in annoyance as he thrust his hips forwards against Doc's.

"You two done chatting yet?" he growled.

He wasn't enjoying being ignored while the two talked.

"He is cruel when you misbehave."

The Warlock purred, clearly he had enjoyed some of that cruelty quite a lot.

Deacon's hands slid from around Demir's body and instead they stroked up Ian's chest as he rolled slightly until he was pressed up against the other man, pushing him against the wall with a purr.

His mouth gaped open in a groan as he pressed his hips in against the man's hand around him, leaning up he bit into the man's neck firmly before kissing and licking at the skin.

"I can only imagine." Ian wasn't the sort of person that would enjoy Dario's cruelty to such a degree.

Demir's lips fell open in a shocked o when Doc moved away from him and pressed against Ian.

Nu-uh. Not happening.

Demir yanked down Doc's jeans and forced two fingers into him firmly, curling them inside of him and dragging him back away from Ian.

"See you later, Ian," Demir said pointedly as he wrapped his free arm around Doc's waist, yanking him back as his fingers thrust into him firmly.

Doc's head tossed back when two fingers were forced into him so firmly, he had gone from nearly no touching to fingers inside of him and a hand jerking him.

He gave a low growl as he was dragged away from Ian's body, he had been enjoying the feeling of the man's hand which had now slipped away from him.

Deacon struggled in the man's grasp, his nails biting sharply into Demir's arms as he tried to pull free knowing that the chances were that he would just go back to teasing him when Ian left the room.

"So now you wanna play, when I've found someone better?"

He growled, thrashing in the man's grip.

"I don't like being ignored."

His teeth sank into Doc's clothed shoulder when the Warlock began thrashing.

Ian grinned as he watched the two struggle against one another. There we go. That was what he wanted. Doc was fighting back. The two would be fine. They'd fuck hard against the wall and thoroughly enjoy themselves.

The man stepped back with a grin. "Have fun. Don't forget his ass, Red."

He padded back towards the doorway.

"Neither do I."

He growled as his shoulder was bitten into, his desire had been ignored all night so if it upset the man to be ignored for someone more willing then too bad.

Deacon rolled in the man's grip until he was facing him again, he gripped onto Demir's hips roughly, letting his nails dig into his flesh as he tried to push the man away from him.

His own teeth bit into the man's neck sharply, He would punish Demir for being so hot and cold with him, either the man wanted him, or he didn't.