(ooc: trying out a new character to see how he feels/whether he\'s sheet-worthy. Sheet will follow if he\'s interesting... promise! )Dominic was in denial. He wasn\'t really here, in fact. He wasn\'t in this club filled with vampires. He wasn\'t on the dance floor, sandwiched between Orias and another particularly nice specimen. He really
wasn\'t wearing his dancing clothes, his come-suck-me shirt - he was just wearing sneakers and ripped jeans and a white singlet because it was as hot as fuck in the middle of the throng, and his nice button-up black shirt was currently tucked into his back pocket and dangling down past his ass, so he
couldn\'t be here... right?
He hadn\'t
meant to come here. As far as his boyfriend, Michael, was concerned, he
certainly wasn\'t here - he\'d gone out to quote a plumbing job, expecting he\'d be picked up on the spot to start the work or at least draw up plans, only to be told that was inconvenient and another date was made. He wasn\'t sure what he\'d tell Michael when he got home. This place... wasn\'t Michael\'s scene. He didn\'t even
know vampires existed, so he
couldn\'t tell him - and besides, Dom had given vampires
up. For almost ten months now (conveniently, the same amount of time he and Michael had been going out).
He hadn\'t been back
lapsedin all that time, though he\'d certainly thought about it. Once you had that feeling of a vampire drawing on you, you never went back, he believed. And when it was topped with some hot, carnal sex, well... he\'d been quite the addict, back in the day. From about the age of seventeen to twenty, anyway. Now he was older (twenty-one), wiser, was in a committed relationship, he didn\'t
need the bite to send him to the heights of passion, he had warm, caring, generous, loving Michael for that. Michael, who never harmed a fly, who was softly-spoken, big-eyed and great at massages. Michael, who liked to start every night of lovemaking just like that, tenderly and sensually, putting his heart and soul into it, not just his body. He liked to please and he was good at it, it was just...
It was a bad idea, being here. In fact, Dom had waltzed past the bouncers and into the club and then
right back out into the entrance tunnel again. Leaning against the noticeboard, staring at the floor and taking deep breaths in an effort to stop his body raging, he\'d tried to talk himself out, in fact. He\'d eventually straightened up and taken a step towards the exit, resolved to just go again... but it had seemed stupid, after he\'d finally found a place to park his work truck - a
safe place - to just
go. Just like that. Without even one
dance. And that was all he\'d have, he\'d decided. One dance, a little look around, no drinking because he was driving, just... one dance and one look, that was
it.
Except, like all addicts, he couldn\'t get that close and just
stop. He\'d justified that the song was halfway through when he started dancing, and then a very hot looking vampire had come and started smiling at him at the beginning of song number two and he couldn\'t just walk
away, right? So he\'d stayed. And lost count of the songs since then, but then there was this nicely dressed even
hotter guy behind him and he just... wanted to check he was still there, actually.
Dom turned and looked over his broad, well-muscled shoulder and smiled. The singlet showed off his well-toned tradesman\'s body well, and he was tall with it, too, at six foot three. Tall and broad and really not Michael\'s usual type, because he wasn\'t book-smart and he didn\'t like good wine and poetry, but he was great looking and they\'d both been looking for a change of pace; Michael was going through his bad-boy phase (everybody had one once in their life, right?) and Dom... was trying someone with a pulse. They worked pretty well together, in fact, and Dome had even considered the L word with Michael a few times.
But what he had with Michael and what he was immersing himself in here were two totally different things.
The guy behind him seemed like he knew what was what when Dom glanced over his shoulder and flashed his dimples at him, so Dom took a moment to consider the vampire that was still in front of him... and then he turned again and looked Orias over obviously, his dark blue eyes twinkling
His smooth golden skin and generous lips declared that he had traces of South Sea Islander in his bloodline - if one was looking for it - as did his black hair, but his blue eyes often threw people off the scent, and they tended to assume he was just well tanned from being in the sun so much. The tribal tattoos he had covering his right bicep looked like everyone\'s trendy tattoos, except they had meaning to him and they weren\'t small, arty things, they were bold, swirling black lines that also snarled their way onto his back to cover as far as his right shoulder blade, with a tendril snaking up the same side of his neck. His thick, wavy hair was kept short - with a little length on top for styling, that never amounted to much beyond some curls if he let it go - to show off his neck, and that one vine-thin tendril.
"How you doing?" he asked the guy behind him with a brief head lift of acknowledgment, and turned as he spoke, so that the other vampire was now behind him - he\'d seemed a bit too polite, really. And little. Dom liked guys as big as him, and it didn\'t matter if it was in height or breadth (for he had both) or that they had supernatural strength, he liked being matched. Michael didn\'t match him, he was smaller, fair to his dark and soft-skinned to his calloused, but that was okay; he wasn\'t a vampire.
Dominic did a little dip and wiggle that got his narrow hips closer to Orias\'; they made contact briefly, but it was just a nudge and it didn\'t mean anything. Nothing like...
take me and suck me, I\'ll be yours or anything. Not anything like that. Was more just... well,
how you doin\'? That was all. It didn\'t
mean anything. He smiled so his dimples flashed again.