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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => DOMICILES => Topic started by: Existentially Odd on September 14, 2012, 08:50:18 PM
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They pulled into Cain's hotel's fancy circular drop-off area just after three in the morning. This time, Cain was riding and David was sitting behind him on the high-powered sport bike, trusting the mortal knew what he was talking about when he'd described owning his own bike and looked longingly at the ride David had parked in his garage at home. They'd had a good night and, after six hours of sumptuous fucking, drinking and video game playing - not always in that order - the vampire had felt more than generous towards his temporary house guest. He liked that Cain knew the score, that he didn't want to overstay his welcome and he was feeling generous; he was game to let someone who knew what they were doing operate his bike.
It hadn't been much of a gamble in the end, for Cain was indeed a highly experienced rider and he knew exactly how to treat the machine bearing him back to his hotel. When they stopped, David got off so that Cain could dismount and when he did, he grabbed the mortal for one last, heavy kiss. It didn't bother him that the flourescent lights above the driveway highlighted their passionate parting, he felt good about the time he'd spent with the mortal. So good, in fact, that when the seal of their lips broke, he made an unusual offer: "You want my number?" he asked Cain huskily, instinctively licking the boy's taste off his pouty lips as he watched him for his reaction. His hands were still on Cain's hips, his body close to the warmth he was about to farewell.
Off to the side, where the garden edging the driveway was a landscaped masterpiece, a snort of derision came to the vampire's ears. He glanced in that direction - over Cain's shoulder - and saw a smoker getting his fix in the shadows. He was a guy not much older than Cain and of similar build - tall, dark and muscular. His look was preppier, though; his hair was cut tidily and he was wearing jeans, sneakers and a local high school letterman's jacket. Just your average student lurking where he thought he couldn't be seen to suck some nicotine into his body because it was forbidden in the hotel. He obviously knew that David's eyesight was supernatural, though, for when he was looked at, he sneered and jerked his chin upward in greeting, blowing out a plume of smoke instead of giving further comment. David looked back at Cain, awaiting his answer and mildly perturbed by the odd little side exchange.
Immersed in those shadows, Toby Jameson certainly did know what was going on. David's assessment of him wasn't far wrong; he'd been a star football player in high school but his career had ended there. Now he was doing crappy arts courses (and failing) at Watson five years on, already reliving his glory days to anyone who would listen and his life felt like it was slowly going down the shitter. He'd found some relief when he was accepted as an Oligarchy donor two years ago and had been making great money while he filled out a unique 'type' on their books, getting requested for by plenty of hot vampires... until Cain had come along and stolen his thunder. Not only had the guy with the fucked-up eyes looked like him - but edgier - he'd somehow managed to get the attention of the fucking Luminary and a couple of Oligarchs.
Toby hated Cain with a purity borne of insane jealousy and simmering resentment. Now, here his nemesis was, turning up in the early hours of the morning on a sexy bike with an even sexier vampire who offered the asshole his number? How much fucking more was he going to have to take from this cock? It'd been bad enough that Vomas hadn't ditched him in the transition - probably because the fucking whore had sucked his cock just right when he'd drunk from him - but now he was getting back on his feet and into the game faster than him? Well, fuck Cain. And the ass he rode in with. He sneered at the vampire and lifted his chin at him, mentally telling the angellic-looking blonde to go fuck himself with his barely-there white shirt and tight jeans.
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The kiss was fantastic and eagerly returned. Cain had no problems putting his lust for David on display. He doubted anyone would care. He was floored at being offered David's number, and the excitement showed in his eyes. He did his best to play it cool, but the 'sure!' that came out of him was just a little too high pitched and eager to be pulled off. Unlike David, he'd missed the whole transgression between the other donor and the blonde vampire, and if he'd known about it, he would've been worried. Being unavailable to be drunk from was a serious no-no. It was all documented, who'd been drunk from by who and when. Being with David hadn't worried him too much, considering everything was all up in the air, and he doubted demands would be made of him in the meantime. This particular adventure had been rebellious, yet not, as he'd been smart about his choice when to break the rules. Breaking the rules was also what Toby was doing, for they were not allowed to smoke, and drinking was only permitted at certain times by their employers or whoever they were supposed to entertain.
He got David's number given to him, which he'd programmed into the cellphone the Oligarchy had given him, before shoving it back into his pocket. He didn't know when next he'd see David, because he was under contract to remain with the Oligarchy for two years - but he supposed now that there was no Oligarchy, new contracts would have to be signed. There would be a new fantasy for him now, involving David and his desire to take Cain on as a pet. Too soon for such things to be considered, but hey, a guy can dream, right?
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David got Cain's number and put it in his phone, too, smirking because they likely looked like fools standing there and fiddling with their phones at this hour, but he didn't care. He was aware that they were being watched, though, and that the asshole in the shadows had finished his cigarette and was waiting. For him to go? Likely. David didn't like it but he could still pre-empt things a little.
"Get inside," he told Cain with a grin, pocketing his phone with one hand and slapping the mortal's ass with the other, intentionally nudging him towards the hotel's entry. He then swung a leg over his bike and settled into the seat, intending to watch until Cain was inside where there were other people. He'd be safe enough, if the asshole decided to try something.
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Cain laughed and did as instructed, grinning and looking back before heading inside. Once in the lobby, he looked over his shoulder one more time, to watch David leave. There was a really cool warm and floaty feeling in his chest, that he hadn't felt for ages. Last time it had been there because of Kerr, and then after Ben had come to see him to confirm that Kerr really had wanted him. Nothing had really come of it, which had been disappointing, but at least now there was another promise of something.
He got to the elevators, already thinking about all the things David and he had done, and all the things he hoped they would do in the future, when he was joined.
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Toby had traded stares with the blonde once he'd stepped out of the shadows and headed for the entrance the instant Cain disappeared through it, but the vampire had ridden away (naturally) and the twenty-three year old hastened to catch the same lift as Cain. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to have a go at the fucking whore.
He tried not to make it look obvious, but as soon as the noise of the bike was gone and he was sure Cain was looking away, Toby shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and sprinted quietly across the lobby, slowing to a casual walk just as Cain turned around inside the little box and pressed his floor button. He did his best to regulate his suddenly-accelerated breathing and spoke to cover it up as he leapt nimbly inside.
"Had a good night, Cinderella?" he sneered, smirking at Cain.
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He might've been able to control his breathing, but the acrid smell of cigarette smoke followed him into the lift as Cain pressed the floor button that would take them both to where their rooms were.
"You're the one that smells like ashes," he replied as the lift doors closed. As far as replies went, it was pretty tame, but trading words was no big deal. So far that was the worst they'd done. Toby was the ringleader out of the haters, though, and Cain was pretty sure Toby was the reason he was being ostracised. That was okay, if the other donors couldn't make up their own minds about him, he didn't need their friendship anyway. A couple of the girls were nice, but they were too worried about being proper friends with him, concerned they'd get some of the fire that came his way. That was okay, too, he could forgive them that. Not everybody could handle words.
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"Better ashes than whatever you let that vampire spray on you," the other brunette sneered, narrowing his brown eyes at Cain. "So typical of you, to lay down for the first thing with fangs to look your way," he laughed brutishly. Frankly, they were all a little confused about what was happening in their futures and getting back to what they did best would be some sort of comfort but he was happy to hate Cain for getting it first. "Fucking fang-whore."
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Oh, this guy was asking for it, calling him a whore. Call him a slut, sure, but he wasn't a whore. If he was a whore because he was a registered donor, then fuck, they were all whores. Sex wasn't required of them, anyway. Just blood. Cain was good with that, not that he'd ever refused a request - but that was his decision, not an obligation.
He turned his head so he could look at Toby squarely, a tiny smile flitting at the corner of his lips as he thought of what to say in return. "At least things with fangs look my way," he said, then looked Toby over for good measure and faced the front again.
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Toby's nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth, grinding them briefly before he spoke. "Which isn't exactly going to please Vomas when he finds out, is it? Given that we have to get a new roster and shit running. He's gonna' love hearing you were out getting drunk from tonight, isn't he?" the older man jeered, knowing Cain - for all his badboy-look bullshit - liked to follow the rules. "Oh - unless Prince Charming's gonna' take you away from all this on his metal horse, of course?" he asked with mock enthusiasm, swiping his outstretched hands about to indicate the plush lift around them briefly before he dropped them back to his hips and laughed harshly.
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Cain wasn't too worried about the new roster. He couldn't foresee that they would be available for business in the next couple of weeks, which would be enough to get him okay for donating again. A full month would be better, and he was calculating he'd likely have that, too. Even though Vomas had drunk from him in the past, he knew he wasn't the new District Leader's favourite, and unlikely to be requested. There was nobody else to feed, as far as he knew. Maybe some VIP that Vomas might arrange for, but he doubted it. They were all sharing rooms to keep costs down, after all. He couldn't see hosting and entertaining people as part of that package.
When David came up, however, that particular comment hit its mark. Cain had been daydreaming about exactly that, and having it said out loud to him while they rode up to their floor, made him feel stupid and foolish. He wasn't so good at hiding his emotions, either, and he stared stony-faced at the doors for a few seconds, until the lift delivered them to their floor and dinged. He stepped out first, but had something to say to Toby, about the first part.
"We'll tag team it. You can tell him about the blood and sex, and I can tell him about the smoking. I reckon we'll get him pissed off, if we go for it together."
Fuck you, he was thinking, even while he was smiling tightly at Toby and not really in the mood for arguing with him anymore. He was irritable at losing all his happy feelings from his time spent with David, and now all he had was a sore ass and a sour note.
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Toby had no patience or finesse at reading Cain's body language, so he didn't know he'd scored a mark; he knew a threat when it was aimed at him, though. He stepped out of the lift too, his chest puffed up and his face pressed aggressively into Cain's, growling at him through gritted teeth as he jabbed a finger into the other male's chest.
"Or you'll just keep your fuck-hole mouth shut before my buddies and I decide to fill it with something a lot more solid than your little blondie's cum," he threatened.
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He was genuinely surprised that he'd scored physical aggression at that remark. Sure, he and Toby had some pushy-pushy scuffles, but they'd been harmless school-yard kind of alpha posturing, and it had always been in front of someone. So Cain had always backed down, though always verbally, with something innocuous that sounded like he was accepting Toby's comments. He understood about not losing face, he'd understood that being a newcomer also meant he would be labelled as a trouble-maker, and not Toby. Now, though, he'd been around a number of months and not had any troubles. This was perhaps the time to stick up for himself, because there was nobody around for Toby to lose face to, and it was time he learned that Cain wasn't really a pussy after all.
Cain stood his ground, taking the pokes even though they'd jabbed him enough to annoy him. He sneered back.
"Who are you jealous of, bitch? Me or the fucking vampires because they get a go at me? Sounds like you're just aching for an excuse to get some."
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Toby barked a laugh in Cain's face. "I wouldn't touch you if yours was the last hole left on Earth. The only place I want you is fucking gone, cunt. You don't belong here, you didn't earn this, you fucked your way to the top and I don't know how you pushed your slick ass in past a waiting list that included my best friend, but I fucking hate you and your ridiculous eyes and your stupid little smiles for it - and I'm not the only one whose friends you walked over when you fucked your way into this program," he snickered, his eyes blazing with the passionate hatred he held for this man. His smile faded and he spoke with deadly seriousness then, pulling his face back so he could be sure Cain could read the sincerity in his expression.
"I'm fucking sick of you and your special treatment. You're a worthless skank who trades on the only shit he's got going for him and you don't give a fuck who you step on to get your way. Make one move against me and we will end you - and don't think it's fucking hard to get a vampire to make it look like an accident, because shit like that happens all. The fucking. Time," he hissed, his eyes narrowing meaningfully at Cain.
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The start of Toby's words were the typical 'last man on earth bla bla bla' and Cain would've stopped listening and pushed past, except for the nature of the other donor's tone and the way it slid effortlessly into the kind of threat that had Cain's heart beating faster and harder in his chest. The more he listened, the more he feared Toby's ruthlessness, and the more he believed the other guy would really do it. He could see the anger in his face, and understood that threats such as these would not have dared been spoken in front of anybody else.
Jesus, this guy was talking about murder. It was too much for Cain to deal with. He might've grown up in poor neighbourhoods filled with crime, and lived in a house without anything to steal so assholes had ended up throwing rocks through the windows. That had been annoying, but he'd never feared for his life. Until now. His mouth had lost almost all of its spit, so he summoned what he could in order to reply.
"I'm under contract," he said reasonably, having lost his fighting tone and wanting to calm Toby down. "What do you want me to do?"
It wasn't asked in any manner other than genuine desire to appease.
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Toby gave a snort of disgust as he pointedly looked Cain over, understanding he was being told that the blue-eyed freak thought his contract was unbreakable. He didn't subscribe to that shit idea and it was clear in his condemning gaze.
"I told you, fuckwit. Fuck off out of the program or stay the fuck out of my way," he spat and shoved past the object of his hatred - with a shoulder charge that was designed to knock Cain off balance and closer to the wall of the corridor. He snickered triumphantly as he went.
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Cain did get shoved, and did lose balance enough to be forced to take a few steps back, and he looked at Toby's exiting form.
After that conversation, he was going to keep his head down, keep his mouth shut, and figure a way out of the program, like Toby wanted.