[O] Dancefloor

Flashes of colour in a dark club; the seductive scent of sweat and smoke and perfume; the whispered croons and loud music blaring.

It was all these things that drew Zuri to the club tonight.

His body almost pulsed with the music, his braids flying around him.

His red eyes leered at those around him. He licked his lips slowly as he ran his hand through the half of his hair that was pulled up into a tight ponytail.

The silver metal of his necklaces jingled and the silver material of his fishnet shirt almost glittered in the strobe lights above the dancefloor.

The crowd around him pounded with energy, he felt it rolling off of everything and it left the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

A year ago being in a place like this would have been absolute torture, he would have been utterly unstable and the night would have ended with countless people dead.

The fact that he was standing there, looking out over the crowd, not with the desire to kill but the desire to join in was a testament to the profound effect living with caring and loving people had on someone as broken as he was.

He leaned over the bar to order a drink, even managing to get a smile from the bartender.

His eyes still portrayed his past and he didn't know if that would ever fade but he looked completely different now, for lack of a better word, he looked and felt normal.

With very well-placed strokes to a man's crotch and a woman's chest as he passed, Zuri sauntered towards the bar.

The silver material of his fishnet shirt almost glittered as he slid from the dancefloor to get to the bar.

A few moments later he was given a highball glass decorated like a bloody mary. Blood mixed with vodka was what met his tongue as he took a large gulp.

His sultry red eyes flickered over every single person at the bar before he made his way to the dancefloor again, his glass in his hand.

His nose twitched as a dark skinned man headed toward the bar and got a drink, he could smell the blood in it and he licked his lips slowly.

His mouth watered a little and he leaned over the bar again, asking the same bartender for what ever that man had just ordered.

The man looked him up and down then nodded and fetched him one, for those who knew about the supernatural world it was obvious what he was.

His gaze followed the glinting fabric of the previous man's netted shirt.

He was enthralled by it, at least, he thought it was the shirt that caught his attention, truth be told he fell a pull toward that man, not that he could explain why. Obviously he was quite attractive but there was something else about him that he couldn't quite explain.

Zuri immediately preyed on a young man happily dancing with his own drink in hand.

Pressed against the man's back and whispering dirty nothings in his ear, Zuri found it ridiculously easy to rile the boy up. Soon the man was grinding back against him eagerly.

That was, of course, until another entered the scene. A woman. The man's girlfriend.

After a short conversation (heated between the man and his girlfriend, though Zuri kept his side quiet and calm) Zuri made his way back to the bar, put out after almost getting a guy to follow him to the bathrooms for a quick Double F.

"You win some, you lose some," he sighed, leaning back against the bar. It was a good idea to stay away from the dancefloor for a few minutes so things didn't kick off.

"At least you lost spectacularly."

Rayner chimed in, not registering that he had said that out loud.

He sat at the bar, propped up on one of the stools as he sipped at his drink eagerly with a purr.

He hadn't realised that this club was owned by Vampire's, which was immensely fortunate for him since the spiked blood was curving his appetite.

Zuri's red eyes turned to the man that had spoken up after his comment.

His eyes gazed very slowly down the length of Rayner's body, checking him out very slowly.

Very nice.

"A spectacular loss is almost as good as a win, I suppose." His lips kicked up into a sarcastic grin. "Just need that spectacular to loss to suck my dick in the bathrooms now."

Rayner flushed a little when he realized that the man had heard him and turned to look at him just in time to catch the man shamelessly checking him out.

That in itself was a rather new occurrence though vampirism had done wonders for his appearance now that he was healthy again.

Though the man's next words almost had him choking on his drink, he wasn't accustomed to people being for forward and brash.

"I doubt that will be happening, she looks pissed."

The woman was still making a scene, shouting and screaming at her much taller boyfriend, it was kind of a comical scene and Rayner couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the two of them.

His wild emerald eyes tore away from the couple and turned to look up at the man beside him instead, his gaze meeting those enticing crimson hues.

"There is something different about you..."

He muttered, his curious author's mind was getting the better of him, he could feel himself being pulled toward this other Vampire.

Zuri half shrugged.

He was a little bummed that he hadn't gotten the guy into the bathroom with him. He was glad, however, that he hadn't been the one to get the screaming from the girlfriend.

"Think she'll take it well if I go back and suggest a threesome?" the man asked with a crooked grin.

Zuri's brow hiked up a little as his eyes finally met the younger Vampires. Wow, now that wild swirling mess of beast and man was not something that he had expected to see outside of the wilds.

With a flick of his wrist that sent a portion of his hair sweeping over his shoulder and glass beads clicking together, Zuri blew a kiss. "It's my sparkling personality and dashing good looks, hooka. I swear by them."

"I doubt it."

He replied, pursing his lips a little as he looked over at the woman, she looked well and truly pissed off.

"I'm....not a hooker..."

Rayner replied in obvious confusion, he hadn't heard that termed used as a pet name before and thought the man was under the impression that he was a prostitute.

Zuri shrugged. "It was worth seeing if it was going to be possible."

Evidently not. Oh well. He could take a lost battle. He'd just have to look for someone else to play with when she had cooled down enough not to charge him like an angry bull if she caught sight of him on the dancefloor again.

To his credit, Zuri did try to keep a straight face at the boy's confused comment.

It didn't work, but he tried. First Zuri gave a little chuckle, but soon that chuckle became a belly laugh.

"Oh, baby boy, you is precious."

Rayner chewed on his lip as the older man chuckled at him, he felt out of place talking to this man, evidently he wasn't quite ready to be heading out to places like this one his own.

Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly he wondered if he could head over to the club instead, Dario's shift had to be ending soon.

"Right well...have a good night."

He replied, gulping down the last of his drink before attempting to escape through the crowd.

Ray attempts didn't go smoothly at all.

He'd nudged past the leather-clad back of a Lycan trying to get himself someone to spend the night with.

That spelled disaster when he span around and glared down at Ray with haunting silver eyes.

His glare didn't last long before an amused smile curled his lips. This one was perfect prey. Pretty. He'd look good trapped underneath him.

"Heading somewhere fast, chika?"

Rayner froze as the man he bumped into span around, he didn't do well with confrontation and recoiled immediately as he looked up at the much larger man.

"I'm really sorry about that."

He muttered quickly before trying to squeeze pass the man and toward the exited, but the hulk of a man wasn't leaving him any room to move.

His nose twitched a little, he knew this one wasn't human but he didn't know what he was, Lycans were new to him.

"There's no need to run."

He reached out to grip Rayner's chin, turning his head from side to side to get a good look at him.

"I know just how you can make it up to me," he crooned, leaning down until he was just a hairsbreadth away from pressing his lips to the Vampire's.

When his chin was grip an unpleasant shudder ran through him and his fangs clicked into place defensively, the four of them peeked out from behind his pale lips as he leaned back, unable to move further away because of the bodies bumping into him from each side.

He gave a whine and pressed his hands to the man's chest, trying to hold him back as he turned his head away from him, intimidated by him trying to force himself onto him.

"I'm not interested."

He replied worming his body away from him as best he could.

"No such thing as not interested."

It was at that point that Zuri swooped in like a microbraid wearing drag queen superhero.

He slid an arm around Ray and pulled the younger Vampire back against his chest.

"You put that motherfuckin' cocked leg back on the floor before you piss on my boy." He pointed down at the floor with his free hand as the hand resting on Ray's hip stroked in gentle comforting movements.

"Zuri. I didn't know Queens came down to mingle with the common people."

The Egyptian snorted loudly. "Common people I can do, honey pie. It's the slums I stay away from." Zuri's lips curled up into a saccharine smile, just to add to the insult.

"Come on, baby boy, we's better go. I think we's slummed it long enough. Just talking to him makes me feel dirty."

Rayner's eyes widened as the man spoke, his body jolting a little when as arm slid around him and pulled him back though he relaxed a little as he looked back and saw the elder Vampire behind him, a small smile gracing his lips as the man defended him.

His own hand graced over Zuri's as it stroked his hip, the small gesture made him feel much safer.

"Thank you."

He muttered as he was steered away from the hulk of a man and toward the exit, that would have gotten nasty if he hadn't been saved, he had no intention of letting himself be taken by force but at the same time he didn't think he could over power the other man, no matter how much he bit at him.

"No problem, baby boy." Zuri's gave a wink of his thickly coated eye as his arm slid from around Ray's waist.

"Us Queen's gotta protect our common-folk from the anathema of the city."

He chuckled Ray's chin flirtily as the two of them stepped out of the club.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I would like to see a bit of hot ass to wash away the poison that ho-bag left on me. I know a bitchin' strip club if you want in."

Once they were out in the night air he relaxed a lot more, being around that many people was a bit overwhelming.

He perked up at the mention of a strip club.

"Zo?"

He asked hopefully, he knew Dario worked there and hopefully he could see the man, if not at least he was in a place that was much safer for him when the man was working there, no one would harass him with Dario around.

"That's the one, baby boy."

Zuri ran his fingers through his braids gently.

"My mother owns the place. It's always a good place to go to wash away the filth of over-excited men that can't say no."

Zuri licked his lower lip slowly as the two of them strolled towards the club, thankfully only a few streets away.

"You just say a name and I am certain I can get the two of us a private show from whoever you please."

His mother owned that place?

Rayner smiled a little more at that thought, maybe making friends with this man was in Dario's best interest, he knew well enough that work wasn't going overly well for him.

"How about Dario?"

He asked as he bit he lip a little, looking up at the Vampire, he would feel more comfortable if Dario was the one giving the show.

"Now that is a fine piece of ass right there."

Zuri made a show of giving a delicate little shiver. "What I wouldn't give to have those big hands doing dirty things to me."

Though Zuri was fairly dominant, Giacinto had ruined him for people and every now and again he saw someone that he just wanted to bend him over and ravage him.

Dario was one of those fantasies, though he had never attempted to talk to the man before.

"Agreed."

He replied with a little purr, he had the privilege of living with the man and he had been well antiquated with those big hands, it was one of the four pairs of hands that he let on his body.

"Hopefully he wont be with anyone else."

He knew Hayden didn't like seeing Dario when he was at work or with clients but Rayner didn't mind as much, the man always made time for him.

Zuri waltzed right into the club and through the masses of tables, heading towards the rooms in the back.

"Silt, my love," Zuri crooned when his red eyes laid on the Demon currently serving a very drunk couple.

He leaned forwards, getting handsy as he stroked the Demon's muscular chest and stomach. "I don't suppose you could send Dario our way? My little hooka and I want some of that fine native ass."