[C] Customer relations

Decebel was perched in the lap of a new client, who he was flirting profusely with, trying to make a good impression and take what ever money was lining his pockets.

From the looks of him the Vampire was loaded, though apparently new to the country.

With a cat-like purr he swiped the man's credit card, he had forked out for the full experience, so he got to have a little fun tonight, which was well received seeing as Zuri was out for the night doing errands for Giacinto so there was no chance of having fun there.

Graeme-Kerr was currently working but there was even less of a chance of getting him to play.

The Vampire was kissing down his neck as he arched against the leather couch, his hand finding it's way into the front of Decebel's robe.

"Keep all the biting to the thighs and wrist, Lover."

He moaned softly, he wasn't a fan of having his neck bitten, there were too many arteries so close to the surface for his liking, at least the ones in his arms or thighs were a little deeper.

The Vampire gave a growl.

"I've paid for you, I can do as I damned well please."

And with that a pair of fangs plunged into his neck, Decebel responded to the rough treatment by jamming his knee brutally into the man's crotch and punching him in the side of the head.

Violence coming from the rather dainty Elf always looked uncharacteristic, but he was capable of it when he needed to be.

"If that was the case," a voice crooned from behind the couch. Red curls hung from a loose braid.

Graeme-Kerr stood, leant casually over the back of the couch his his arms crossed and resting atop the leather. The way he was resting made the muscles in his arms bulge beneath the skin-tight black t-shirt he wore.

"Our club wouldn't be very good, now, would it?" His accent was barely audible in his speech. Graeme-Kerr was being sikly sweet.

His eyes turned down to the Elf.

"You need me to take out the trash, Dec?" Graeme-Kerr wasn't as overbearing as Zuri when it came to protection. He was quite happy to let the feeders take care of their problems if they wanted to. Zuri just took care of any and all problem he saw.

Graeme-Kerr liked to see the feeders stand up for themselves.

Decebel managed to maneuver his way out from beneath the writhing Vampire whilst Graeme spoke.

He gave an annoyed huff and pushed his now bloodied braid down from hi shoulder.

"Kick his nasty ass out for me Darling?"

Dec replied with a flirty wink.

The Vampire, clutching his aching crotch glared up at the Elf.

"You'll not get away with this, in my country I am referred to as a prince!"

Without a moments hesitation Decebel rested his hands on his hips and looked down at the man, a grin on his face, but his eyes narrowed.

"Well, in my country, I'm referred to as a Queen, so I outrank you. Bitch."

He flicked the rest of his hair from his face before clutching his bleeding neck, just his luck with that amount of blood the bastard had probably hit and artery.

Graeme-Kerr shook his head in amusement as Dec shot his sassy comment at the man.

"Where I'm from, I'm a plain working man, but royalty isn't anything without its working men to rule." The Vampire smirked, letting his four sharp fangs appear. "I believe that means I'm more important than both of you."

The Scot straightened out and vaulted the couch easily, grasping up the Vampire 'prince' in his thickly muscled arms and hoisting him over a broad shoulder.

"Go find somewhere quiet, your magesty, I'll be over in a minute." He'd learnt from Zuri that the best thing to do when a feeder was bitten too roughly was to patch them up and give them a little Vampire blood. Graeme-Kerr wasn't as old as Zuri, but he was old enough that his blood would help.

He strolled towards the door at a leisurely pace. "C'mon princeling."

Decebel laughed at Graeme-Kerr's response and shook his head.

"On your way peasant."

He chirped with a little chuckle as he lifted the other Vampire over his shoulder and headed for the door.

Decebel gave a soft sigh, another outfit that needed cleaning and hair that would requite scrubbing, such joy.

Still he kept a grasp on his neck and headed over to the medical bay, best not upset the hulking peasant.

The prince was kicked out onto the street without trouble, and Graeme-Kerr returned to the club, brushing his hands off on his sinfully skin-tight jeans as if dealing with the prince had left an unpleasant residue on them.

He went straight to Decebel.

"Let's take a look at ye," the Scot rumbled as he approached the Elf.

He pulled the ribbon from his hair and ran his fingers through it, easily pulling it out of the loose braid he kept it in. The curls bounced everywhere.

He wrestled all of his hair back out of his face and into a sloppy ponytail. Someday he would be able to gain control of the mass of curls that made up his hair, but for now it would continue to act up.

"All right then, princess, show me yer neck."

"Oh, my knight in skin tight armor."

He teased as Graeme-Kerr entered the room, he had suffered far worse bites than this, he had managed to get the Vampire off of him before he did any real damage.

Decebel rolled his eyes at being called a princess but lifted his bloodied hand away from his neck.

"Gonna lick it clean? It's better than letting it go to waste."

He liked playing on the fact that Graeme was a farm boy and had these ideals, trying to get him to play was something he enjoyed, though after learning about him he wasn't as forceful.

Graeme-Kerr laid his hand just below the wound and leaned forwards to inspect it.

It was pretty clean. The skin wasn't torn too badly. Dec had managed to get away from the Vampire pretty quickly, before he could do too much damage.

The Vampire's shoulders slumped a little at the prompt.

He hated Dec trying to play on his ideals. But he leaned forwards slowly. His hand slid down Dec's shoulder slowly, until he was just carely gripping the Elf's upper arm.

His coarse facial hair brushed against the boy's soft skin first, where his hand had been. There was a silky brush of lips before a hot tongue caressed the bloodied skin around the little tears.

Decebel enjoyed the feeling of the man's large, rough hands on his skin, it was such a comparison to his own supple, soft flesh, he could feel the calluses on his palms.

He bit his lip slightly as the man's facial hair teased his neck before his soft lips and tongue caressed the wound.

Decebel couldn't help lusting after Graeme-Kerr, he was a real man, a rarity now days and he didn't get any clients that were like him, working men couldn't afford luxuries like this.

A small smile curled at his lips as he relaxed in the man's hold, he wouldn't let any of the feeders know about this, he knew what they would think, but he was enjoying it.

It only took a few seconds for the Vampire's flat tongue to clean the wound and as soon as the wound was clean, Graeme-Kerr stepped back and turned to find some gauze and tape to cover the wound.

He found it quickly (he'd become quite welll acquainted with the medical facility here) and folded the gauze up, pressing it gently over the wound.

With one hand, he pulled on the roll of medical tape and nicked it with one large fang to cut it. He taped down the gauze, then used both hands to pull and tear the tape for the second piece of tape.

He smoothed down the tape gently.

"You shouldn't need much blood. You were lucky today."

Decebel nearly pouted when Graeme-Kerr pulled away from his neck to bandage it, still a little taste of the man was fun.

"Luck had nothing to do with it."

He replied, pulling his hair back over his shoulder and unbraiding it neatly, pulling apart the bloodied patches.

"Zuri likes to play body guard, so I let him, that doesn't mean I'm not capable."

He was the oldest feeder they had here, even as a Elf he could defend himself.

"Still, I did enjoy seeing you toss him over your shoulder, so thanks."

"Being lucky and being incapable are different things, lad."

Graeme-Kerr gathered the gauze's packaging and wadded it up into a tight little ball in his large hands.

"I know ye can look after yerself, but it would have taken just a few millimetres different for your skin to have torn much worse. You were lucky."

To not have the Vampire's fangs drag across his skin and cut him open much worse than what he was was very lucky. Being able to defend himself wasn't the issue here.

Graeme slid his hand into his pocket. It returned with a thin pen knife that he flicked open and drew across a small portion of his palm.

He held out the bleeding appendage for Dec.

"I suppose so."

It definitely could have been worse, other than a small stinging it didn't really hurt at all.

He watched the man cut himself, this was the part he wasn't overly thrilled with, blood didn't taste as good as he was sure it tasted for Vampires.

A small smirk graced his face as he gently gripped Graeme-kerr's hand and leaned forward.

"Exchanging bodily fluids, look how far we have come."

He crooned before his tongue lapped out over the Vampire's bleeding palm.

"Soon ye'll be down on yer knee with a big ring," came the sarcastic jibe. "I like peridots."

Graeme-Kerr's hips shifted and he leant against the wall as he watched Dec lick at his hand.

That tongue was doing things to him that he wished it wouldn't.

But he stayed there stock-still, just watching the boy feed from him.

"You want to take the rest of the night off or are you itching to get back in the game?"

"Marriage already? Mother will be pleased, she has been pestering me for grandchildren."

He replied with a roll of his eyes.

His gaze flicked up to meet Graeme's as he lapped at his hand, the shifting of his hips had drawn his attention.

Dec gave a small smile before dropping his gaze and instead sealing his lips around the wound, softly sucking instead until he had eaten enough and pulled away, licking his lips slowly.

"When am I ever itching to get back to work?"

This sort of work was growing old, he usually had the same old customers, no one thrilled him anymore.

Graeme-Kerr snorted loudly at the thought of Giacinto with a child. He wouldn't subject any child to that woman's attention.

The Vampire pulled back his hand when Dec lifted his head.

He ran his tongue over the small wound a couple of times, sealing it over.

He was healing quicker than he had in a long time, Graeme-Kerr had been noticing. Drinking sufficient amounts of blood was helping him keep good health. He was healing much better than he used to. Not quite as well as he should, but he was slowly drinking more than he used to.

"You've got two options then, lad."

The man held up on finger. "One. Ye go to bed and rest up like a good little lad." He doubted that would happen. Dec, he'd found, got into all sorts of things when he was left alone with nothing to do.

"Or two. Ye make rounds with me. Apprentice bouncer for the night."

He looked up at Graeme-Kerr dully when going to bed was suggested, it was so early in the night, he had been planning to bail and go out somewhere fun instead, perhaps throw on a scarf and head to one of the bars.

Clearly, wasn't going to happen with Captain Kill-Joy watching over him for the night.

"I guess I can shadow you for the night, on the condition that I get to hit the bar first."

He was dying for a drink right now.

Graeme-Kerr's face relaxed into a grin and he gave a dry laugh.

"You never been an apprentice? You drink more than you learn." He'd beeen absolutely pie-eyed for most of his earlier years working on farms.

"It wouldn't be right unless ye had a few drinks down that skinny neck of yers."

Did Dec really think that Graeme-Kerr was so stuck up his own ass that he wouldn't let the boy have a drink? Especially after having to deal with a particularly bad customer?

The Scot didn't think he had earned a name as a hardhat.

"Go change into something a little better for prowling in."

Being dressed so provocatively wouldn't help the Elf with making rounds.

"I've only ever had one job."

He replied with a little chuckle as he gestered toward his own body.

"And you're looking at it."

He hadn't had the need to work before he met Giacinto, he had lived an easy life with his tribe.

"Yes sir."

Decebel replied as he slipped off the medical bay bed and padded toward his room to get dressed.

Graeme-Kerr shook his head slowly in disbelief.

Only one job. That must have been nice. Having to switch between jobs after a couple of years was a real hassle. Especially when you'd been doing it for five hundred years.

The Vampire left it for a couple of minutes before making his way to the bedrooms.

That gave Dec plenty of time to get dressed.

Decebel was rarely seen inside the club sporting normal clothes, or many clothes at all really.

He was more than happy lounging around in an open robe.

Still he got dressed, pulling on a fitten pair of black demon and a printed T-shirt that slid around his slender curves, showing off his chest and narrow waist

Rinsing his hair and pulled it up into loose braid.

"Ready."

Graeme-Kerr gestured grandly to the doorway between the sleeping area and the club's open plan 'dining' area.

"You ken the gist of what we do, right?"

Graeme-Kerr strolled towards the bar, his green eyes sweeping over everyone in the club to make sure that there wasn't anything unsavory going on.

All was clear for now.

"Mhmm."

He replied, sauntering pass the man as he headed for the bar.

Watch over the flock, keep and eye on potential trouble makers and if help is required, step in and deal with them.

"So, brawn-for-brains, when do we get to scare the knickers off of someone?"

He added with a little teasing grin as he fetched himself a rather strong drink.

A ginger brow kicked upwards. "Brawn for brains?"

And for that little comment, Graeme-Kerr swiped the drink before it had even made it to the Elf's lips.

Yeah, sure he was quite heavily built with muscle, but he wasn't thick. He had some brain in his head.

"I think you willnae be able to scare many," came a teasing answer as he sipped on the Elf's drink.

Decebel knew well enough that Graeme-kerr wasn't a dumb man, but he was quite well built so it was fun to play on that stereotype.

The Elf pouted as his drink was stolen, allowing the man to sip at it before gracefully stealing it back.

"You would be surprised, you've not seen me when I'm upset."

He replied with a knowing little grin. When he had that STD scare, he had raised all kinds of hell on the man who had caused it.