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The Houseguest
« on: April 18, 2010, 06:09:48 PM »
HE HADN\'T EXPECTED DOMINIC\'S house to amount to much, and when he\'d entered the neighbourhood he\'d expected to be a little further east where the area was a little more run-down, a little cheaper, below Lazarus\' usual standards in any case.  Warrick Avenue sounded nice on paper, as he\'d seen it on Dominic\'s file at the Oligarchy (before that Irish vampire fucker had pushed him out) and he\'d meant to swing by and have himself some entertainment a while back.  He\'d put it off though, figuring the place Dominic lived with his ignorant lover would be little better than a caravan - but looking at this house across the street from where he stood - he found himself rather impressed with the tidy package it presented.

For a start, the property was in a good area, and it was an area he recognised for not too far away lived an artist who he\'d shared Dom in a threesome with in a studio with an armchair.  Perhaps even around the corner or a couple of streets down.  He wasn\'t going to call on the artist though, for Dom was the easier target (being so worshipful) and mortals were more fun to mess with.  He was looking forward to meeting the groupie\'s boyfriend, on introducing him to the world of vampires and then having fun with him and Dom.  He couldn\'t recall the name of the boyfriend, even though it had been in the file, but he did remember that he was clueless as to the supernatural presence in the city (and also oblivious to the fact Dominic was bending over for every male he met with fangs, too).

He crossed the street without bothering to check for cars for there were none.  It was a pleasantly quiet avenue without even a dog barking in the background to upset the silence.  The moon was high enough for the night to have taken hold, and as he walked up the path, he was delighted with the (unnecessary to him) subtle garden lights that helped him find his way to the front door.  How thoughtful.

Upon arriving at the doorstep, he did a quick inventory of himself.  A battered cigarette packet in his front left jeans pocket that held a couple of cigarettes and a lighter, a few twenties that he\'d nabbed off the guy he\'d fed from last night in his back right jeans pocket, a very thin but very soft black leather jacket that had replaced his woollen one over the top of a crisp white button up shirt untucked over pale blue jeans and his trusty cowboy boots.  His hair was undone and likely in a sexy ruffle but he ran his long fingers through it anyway to keep some stray blonde strands in place before reaching out with his right hand and rapping a quick beat on the wood.  There was a knocker provided, as well as a doorbell, but he liked doing things his way.

He expected Dom to answer the door, but he got a better gift instead.  It was the boyfriend, and Lazarus sensed that he was alone in this big house.  That would make the introduction so much neater without Dom hanging all over him or being too nervous to let things run smoothly.  Right now, Lazarus was in full control.  He smile disarmingly at the boyfriend (without being so novice as to reveal his fangs with such a smile) and waited for the greeting that was probably going to be questioning.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #1 on: April 18, 2010, 09:24:28 PM »
Michael was doing what passed for, in his life, relaxing for the evening when the knock came; he was looking through case files for the next day. He was tidy even when he was dressed down. His dark hair was combed neatly, he was wearing a perfectly white shirt that, in his mind, showed off the body he worked on so much at the gym. Dominic never seemed to notice that unless he was naked, but Dominic was a bit reckless and oblivious, really. He was wearing black sweatpants with a crease down the sides from being folded, and had a pair of white socks on to keep his toes warm. The only modicum of anything scruffy about his appearance was his five o\'clock shadow - which had been there from 5:45 when he\'d gotten home and shaved with his shower. Then, unexpectedly, a knock came at the door.

He laid the files back in his open briefcase on the coffee table and snapped it shut. The last thing he needed was Mr. Mayers\' business in the hands of some burglar, if that\'s what was going on. In Michael\'s mind, even burglars had the decency to knock. He padded over to the door, wondering if it was perhaps Dominic come home early, and remembered that he\'d forgotten to install the peep hole in the door like he\'d intended to. Sighing in annoyance, he unlocked the door and pulled it open, demanding to know who was showing up at such a late hour as he did so.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #2 on: April 18, 2010, 09:43:58 PM »
"Now that\'s no way to greet a houseguest," Lazarus crooned, getting a much less polite welcome than expected.  "I\'m a friend of Dom\'s, that\'s who I am," he continued, stepping forward and attempting to use his six foot four frame as intimidation for the other to step aside.  They almost always did, but if Dom\'s boyfriend whats-his-name did not, he could always assist the move with a gentle push of his hand against the other\'s chest.  It didn\'t matter how often the other went to the gym (though Lazarus noticed even through the shirt that the boyfriend\'s body was nicely toned, but he\'d prefer to see it unclothed, much like Dom did), for Lazarus\' steely supernatural strength could not be countered (if it came to that).

He wasn\'t about to enter further into the house without being properly invited, though he was certainly going to get himself past the door so that it could be shut at his back, and not in his face.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #3 on: April 20, 2010, 04:19:16 PM »
Michael did try to resist; he wasn\'t accustomed to being pushed around, especially considering his relationship with Dominic. As far as he knew, his boyfriend bent to his decisions without much resistance and usually seemed to get turned on by being bullied a bit. His reaction was to attempt to chest-bump the hand arrogantly, resulting in a slight stumble when he encountered what felt like a steel girder giving a firm shove back. This gave the intruder more than enough room to step clear of the door, much to his frustration. And Michael did not like to be frustrated.

"You\'re not welcome here," he announced belligerently. "You\'re trespassing, I don\'t give a damn if you know Dom. He\'s probably not going to be home for some time. I\'ll tell him you were here - now leave."

He was already thinking about the tongue lashing he was going to give his significant other when he saw him next - and not the good kind.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #4 on: April 20, 2010, 10:57:21 PM »
Lazarus closed the door behind himself, whether he had to rip it out of the boyfriend\'s hands to do it or not.  He was speaking even as the door shut, taking advantage of what little silence Dom\'s boyfriend would afford him.  The last thing he wanted was some arrogant mortal talking over the top of him.

"Really, you want to push me out without knowing the nature of my friendship with Dom?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and waving a hand delicately in the air, like he was a gameshow model, presenting himself rather than the prize.  Of course he had to allude that Dom had been unfaithful, for he didn\'t think this rude cock of a boyfriend would give him the time.  He was betting that the boyfriend would be thrown by this hint, and would either pause and try and kick him out again, or would pause and grudgingly want to know more.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #5 on: April 21, 2010, 03:46:51 AM »
Michael did neither of the things Lazarus expected. He might have been pissed, he might have been feeling intensely threatened, and he was definitely starting to get a little scared. But instead of replying to the taunt from the spectacle in front of him, he lifted his chin and... waited. He was still a lawyer, and it was obvious that the intruder wanted to say something. Michael glared and waited.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #6 on: April 21, 2010, 10:16:35 AM »
"That\'s better," Lazarus said, even though it wasn\'t anywhere near what he would prefer but at least the bastard wasn\'t trying to kick him out of the house now.  "Let\'s sit down and make ourselves comfortable for a chat, shall we?" he said, foregoing the invitation because he knew none would come and not so shy as to invite himself further into the house.

It was only two steps to crowd the boyfriend, and it was easy enough to get a friendly arm around and slightly below his shoulders, though said friendly arm ended in a firm grip at the boyfriend\'s upper arm.  The only way the mortal would be able to escape this hold was to accelerate his walking forward and then to turn away, because pulling away (which was what most did) wouldn\'t work against Lazarus\' superior strength.

"Let\'s keep this friendly," he said, though his grin didn\'t reach his cool gray gaze, making the smile look anything but friendly.  "I\'m Lazarus, and you are?" he said, just before he started walking forward, wondering if the boyfriend would continue to make things awkward.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #7 on: April 21, 2010, 11:22:33 AM »
"Michael," he replied stiffly. His other emotions such as anger and frustration were rapidly being replaced by a cold terror as he realized that he was shut in his house with a strange man. A strange man who seemed to have a very forceful way about him and was terrifyingly strong. Dominic should be home soon, he thought to himself. He\'ll deal with his friend then. I just need to deal with him for a short time.

He allowed himself to be led, though it was stiff and he kept squirming, and sat wherever Lazarus put him. He\'d decided to take up the role of the cooperative hostage/host for the time being. He was still thoroughly intimidated by Lazarus\' strength.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #8 on: April 21, 2010, 02:05:44 PM »
"Michael," Lazarus repeated with a wide smile, the name rolling about in his mouth as though he were appreciating the sweetness of the world\'s finest chocolate.  He found the lounge very quickly, as most houses tended to put them very near the front entrance.  Forcing Michael to walk with him, he went to a sofa, ushering the mortal with his cool grip and steering them both to be seated together.

His left arm was still around Michael\'s shoulders which allowed his dominant hand to stroke the front of his captive\'s white shirt, feeling the muscle beneath and knowing that his now-calm mortal wasn\'t used to being manhandled considering all that mortal strength available to him.  The stony expression on Michael\'s face didn\'t appease Lazarus much, though it made a darker, crueller part of him gleeful.

"Dominic hasn\'t mentioned me to you, I know," he said with taunting apology in his voice, as though it was a shame Dom would keep them apart for so long, "It\'s not your fault he\'s keeping secrets," Lazarus continued, his hand on Michael\'s chest now drifting upward, intending to let his fingertips play at the mortal\'s neck - if Michael wasn\'t brave enough to reach up with his own hand in attempt to still him, of course.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #9 on: April 22, 2010, 02:50:08 PM »
Michael sat frozen in rage and fear on his couch, letting Lazarus do what he would... for now. His mind was churning with ways to send for help, to get a knife from the kitchen (would he get that away from him? that would be bad), and to otherwise get the situation under control. He thought he was used to stress, but was quickly finding out that real stress, real situations that required keeping your cool... well, those were something he\'d never really experienced before.

He kept making insane plans, like channeling some inner kung fu, or of Lazarus cowering in front of a kitchen knife that he\'d somehow managed to get his hands on. He scrapped them as they came to him, but they kept coming, kept overwhelming reasonable thoughts. He barely heard was Lazarus said about Dominic, merely hearing his beloved\'s name and responding because he didn\'t want to anger his captor. It didn\'t register that the vampire had insinuated sex, but the hand on his neck sent unpleasant chills down his spine, and he slapped it away with a twitch and a start.

"So from where exactly do you know Dominic?" he inquired, his voice far too tight for the casual tone he was aiming at. The resulting combination of false pleasantness and stress created what sounded almost like a falsetto squeak. Michael didn\'t know it, but Lazarus would probably recognize the signs of an imminent panic attack.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #10 on: April 22, 2010, 03:04:37 PM »
Lazarus probably would recognise the signs of an imminent panic attack, if he wasn\'t so self-absorbed and feeding himself off Michael\'s obediant fear.  There was something to be said about those who willingly let themselves be puppeteered, even though he knew the mortal would love to shove him away.  He gave a surprised bark of a laugh when his hand was slapped from Michael\'s throat and let him have his victory by lowering it, though it only meant his hand began to drift to and fro across Michael\'s broad chest.

"From a club we both visit time to time," he supplied, and thought it better to clarify it wasn\'t an ordinary club.  "A special little place, where likeminded men can have some personal time together," he said liquidly, his voice taking on a sultry tone and hoping that Michael would fall for his bait.  Being subtle wasn\'t something Lazarus would do for long, however, if Michael still refused to stagger towards the painful truth; that Dom and Lazarus had been intimate on many levels.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #11 on: April 22, 2010, 03:14:47 PM »
Something jarred and clicked in Michael\'s brain, and his eyes went glassy for a moment. In effect, his brain broke.

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"YOU ASS!" Michael roared in an extremely uncharacteristic display of rage, whirling around and lunging at Lazarus, trying to punch and kick him, claw his eyes, anything to hurt him. When Lazarus inevitably held him back, he would ironically start trying to bite the vampire... anything to hurt him, after all. The panic attack had been replaced by fury; he was hell bent on injuring the man who wanted to take what was his, howling profanities the entire time. He was out of practice with swearing, though. It came out clumsily, but he didn\'t care was he was saying. He was NOT about to have Dominic taken away from him.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #12 on: April 22, 2010, 03:25:29 PM »
It was sudden enough that Michael got a few nifty gouges into Lazarus\' firm and pale flesh before the vampire managed to subdue him physically (for he had no talents mentally), by being quick enough to grab Michael\'s hands and shoving him back against the sofa, half crawling over him to ensure that he wouldn\'t get a knee in the groin.  He\'d been all business until he saw the gnashing of teeth towards him and was instantly amused.

Holding one of Michael\'s arms against his chest and the other by the wrist near his shoulder, hovering over him, Lazarus half-purred half-growled deep in his throat.  This was certainly the most fun he\'d had in a long time (partying with Kerr\'s fledgling in a foursome not included).  The deep cut Michael managed to make upon his cheek with clawed fingers had already healed, leaving behind only the slightest trail of blood where the wound had been before closing up quickly thanks to Lazarus\' immense age.

"Now, now," he chastised, continuing to hold Michael in place.  "You don\'t know half of it.  There\'s a certain detail about how I spend my time with Dom that I\'d like to share with you, as long as you don\'t go all bitey on me," he said this wryly.
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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #13 on: April 22, 2010, 03:36:25 PM »
Most of the fury had been spent in the initial attack, but Michael glared back up at Lazarus with flaming hate in his eyes, struggling against his restraint even though he knew it was futile. He hadn\'t registered that the cut had healed; he hadn\'t even realized he\'d managed to hurt his enemy.

"What the FUCK have you been doing to my boyfriend, you FREAK?" he shrieked, sounding for all the world like a wounded sixteen year old girl. Tears were gleaming at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision. Things were not the way he wanted them, talking hadn\'t worked, force hadn\'t worked, so he was lost as to his next action. For the meantime, he tried to use both methods.

Using any free knees or elbows he had, even to the point of trying to head-butt his opponent to no avail, he struggled against Lazarus\' preternatural strength and dexterity. Words piled out of his mouth, guessing at all kinds of weird fetishes, none of which related to vampirism. If Lazarus let him prattle on, he would eventually fall silent again and wait. If he wasn\'t stilled, he would give up within a minute or less. But for the time being, he thrashed and snarled like a crazed teenager, which was what he had effectively been reduced to.

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Re: The Houseguest
« Reply #14 on: April 22, 2010, 04:06:09 PM »
He listened avidly, the suggestions Michael was coming up with intrigued him.  Now here was a fellow who knew how to spend playtime.  At each guess the mortal made, the more Lazarus thought about performing it, until it seemed Michael had run out of steam and was no longer testing the hold Lazarus had on him nor providing him with some nifty insight.

When Michael went limp, he looked at the mortal with mistrust.  Was this a feigned death?  Would he spark back into life the moment Lazarus released him?  It was an easy one to maneouvre around really, Lazarus wasn\'t going to release him.  For what he was desiring to do, release wasn\'t much of an option anyway.

"So it seems you\'re done?" he asked, though the question was rhetorical.  "Now, I\'m going to lean in close so you better not have any more squirming and writhing left in you, though I must admit it\'s doing wonders for my libido," he confessed, for Michael\'s bucking and thrusting beneath him had certainly been an interesting sensation.  He waited for a reaction - any reaction at all - to his words.
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