Play Ball

[suneater]

He was standing over a figure lying on its back in dim, indistinct surroundings. His right arm had fixed itself into a deadly blade, the tip of which was mere millimeters away from the pale throat of his quarry. The gray-black haze of an urban sky at night stretched above, but there were no other clues to where he was or why he was there.

The features of his fallen opponent resolved into familiarity. Jake. Boyish. Elfin. Hungry. Afraid. Luke’s gaze flicked up and then down, mapping his slim, prone form, before fixating on his full lips and finally his frightened eyes. The point of his sword-arm caressed the vampire’s Adam’s Apple, drawing forth a single drop of vivid blood that seemed to blaze apple red in their murky surroundings.

He froze. His body wouldn’t move. Jake’s eyes held him transfixed. He couldn’t even force himself to draw a breath, but as control seeped away, he felt his blood begin to rush. He was getting hard. Obscenely, painfully hard. The fear had faded from Jake’s features, and he was looking up at Luke’s crotch with predatory amusement. “My name is Jacob, keep looking at my eyes,” he said, as if it were some private joke between them. Luke wanted to nod his agreement, but he was completely transfixed.

Jake slithered up onto his knees before him. He lifted his hands, making quick work of button and fly, and tugged Luke’s rigid dick free from it’s confines. Still looking down at Jake as commanded, he could see that he was dripping, but it was crimson rather than clear. Jake leaned in, tasting it with the very tip of his tongue, and then wrapped his cold fingers around Luke. Their eye contact never broke, and Luke didn’t budge. He still hadn’t breathed.

“Use me,” Jake murmured. Luke’s left hand moved seemingly of its own volition to take hold of Jake’s pretty skull and guide it toward his throbbing member. He drove himself into Jake’s mouth, then continued to thrust brutally while keeping his slender dominator from flinching away. Pleasure and pain coursed through him, and as he continued staring into Jake’s eyes, he saw that blood was trickling from his mouth and down his chin. He saw Jake’s fangs extended, tinged pink with blood, but he didn’t stop ramming himself in and out, in and out. How long it went on he couldn’t say, but release exploded suddenly, spreading pleasure from his loins throughout his body. That pleasure gave way to a cold, wet feeling at his crotch and piercing pain in his head.

“You’re mine now,” Jake growled, rising swiftly to his feet. His hands gripped Luke’s shoulders, and he lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the bigger man’s neck. Luke felt a terrible force drawing more than just blood out of him. It felt like Jake was hollowing him out completely, like if it didn’t stop, he’d be nothing more than a husk…

Luke woke suddenly and immediately, gasping for air. He was in his bed, in his room beneath the White Rabbit, soaked in cold sweat and tangled in sheets. His head was throbbing. The dream was like a fresh wound in his mind.

The paralysis he’d felt during it seemed to linger; for a few seconds he couldn’t move, but that was only because he didn’t want to. He sat up slowly, and when he did, he realized that his boxers were tented egregiously. He reached down with his right hand to adjust himself, or almost did. He managed to stop himself from lopping off his own dick with the blade that his arm had apparently become overnight, echoing the dream.

“Shit,” he uttered. He couldn’t remember ever shifting his arm like that unconsciously before. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, slowly returning the limb to its usual, near-human configuration. Even when the process was finished, he was still outrageously hard. He reached with his left hand now, going in through the slit in the front to get his hard-on to lie more comfortably against his stomach. He let his hand remain there, holding himself, and laid back down and closed his eyes.

That was a mistake. The image of Jake on his knees came to him, and he felt his dick twitch in his hand. No way in Hell, he thought to himself, peeling his hand free and stuffing it under an errant pillow. He was not about to beat off to his landlord-liege.

“SHIT!” His eyes had strafed across the clock on his desk. It was nearly six p.m., and he was supposed to meet with Jake in less than an hour. The summons had come the night before, and he’d agreed, assuming they were going to dive into his psyche. Ever since the last time, he’d been eager to push forward, to learn more, but Jake had been the one urging caution. Again, his mind caught on the image of Jake staring up at him from his knees, and Luke forced himself to roll out of bed. Trying to ignore the hard-on straining to escape its cotton prison, he padded into the bathroom and ran a cold shower.

He peeled of his shorts and hopped in, trying to ignore the sight of his own naked body in the mirror. It was a traitor and it needed to be punished. The icy spray was shocking, but it did the trick- by the end of a full freezing minute, he was as soft and miserable as he deserved to be. He gave himself another minute of penance before adjusting the taps and finishing a normal shower.

He finished his ablutions and pulled on the least sexy clothes he could find- a pair of bootleg jeans, an over-sized t-shirt, and his workout sneakers. Studying his reflection, he nodded, satisfied that he looked as unappealing as possible in anticipation of his meeting with the person who had just mind-fucked him in his dream. He practiced scowling and looking indifferent in turn while he waited for whatever lackey Jake would send to fetch him.

[Black Philip]

Tonight the White Rabbit was having a circuit party. Lisa-Joe Hampton had been pressured to do one for a while, the high number of gay males who danced upstairs each night growing and growing. They called themselves Venture refuges. It's drinks were too pricey. It's decor was out of touch. Most of all, it's vampires were straight edge. They only liked the pure, innocent look, and you had to be drug free. At the White Rabbit, vape pens, joints, booze, and poppers flowed like water. The bar mistress had policed hard drugs severely as of late, a recent incident downstairs reminding her how important the policy was. Still, the White Rabbit was home to those who liked to sin, vampires and humans alike.

Jake was actually excited for such an event, and had invited Murphy to come dance with him. He wasn't sure if he'd make it, but Jake was hoping he would. The party had a jock theme, in all the ways the word jock could be applied. Boys wore fo-athletic gear: shoulder pads, high socks, jerseys and jeans. Some wore black pain under the eyes like football players do, and others wore backwards hats and crop tops. The clientele was younger, hotter, and wonderfully diverse. The downstairs biker bar was slightly on the gruff side tonight, the hardcore guys sipping their beers. Sometimes Jake felt like he owned two bars in one. Perhaps he should open a proper dance club and leave the Rabbit as a regular bar?

He wore tight  blue jean shorts, cleats, and a pair of white socks that went up to mid shin. He had a crop top jersey with the number 1 on it, in red lettering, and his hair was neatly spiked up with a blow dryer and product. His abs were visible, and the pair of shoulder pads he had under the jersey made his waist even slimmer and more delicious. Currently, he was in Lisa-Joe's office. She was off with Sam on some kind of girls night out. Jake had the rare duty of hosting the event alone, which was something he hardly did anymore. Maria was not quite the type to kick of the debauchery and so he'd asked her to make sure the bikers had a good night downstairs.

He wanted to meet with Luke first though. For one, he hoped he'd go to the party. It might spark his memory and besides, he needed to get out of that room. Jake had kept him in the dark about all the fall out from Lazarus. He didn't want to scare him away or make him feel unsafe. Besides, he'd find out about it all in a short time anyways. The security teams  loved to gossip like they were a sewing circle. An aid would've fetched him. It was not the same one as last time. He'd been given the lovely job of cleaning the Nosferatu's rat cages for the week.

Luke would be led up from the basement and would see a large group of hot gay men going up the stairs to the second floor. After that they were at Lisa-Joe's office. Jake had been leaning over to pick up a file he dropped, just as Luke came in. He stood up, thinking nothing of how me might've looked to the other man. "Come on in Luke. Take a seat."

[suneater]

The knock came, as expected. Even though he was completely ready, he waited for a count of thirty before making his way to the door. He unlocked and opened it, nodding curtly to the vampire that Jake had dispatched to wrangle him- a new one. Cooped up as he had been, Luke did emerge from time to time, and he paid attention to who he saw around. Things had seemed tense lately, but Luke was certain it had nothing to do with him or Project Twilight. More likely than not it was the symptom of some drama that Jake had inflicted on himself.

The neonate cocked an eyebrow when he saw how Luke was dressed, then smirked and shook his head. He wordlessly led his charge through the complex, but rather than head toward Jake’s suite, it seemed like they were headed up to the bar. The deviation from his expectations annoyed him, but he said nothing, simply following behind his guide… who had a fantastic ass, Luke noticed, and was for some reason wearing cycling shorts that did a great job of showing it off. Considering that Jake’s underlings were usually dressed like they were auditioning for a gritty reboot of The Lost Boys, it was a welcome change of pace.

He came to a full stop when they emerged in the White Rabbit proper and he spotted the trail of boys heading up to the party. At first he thought it was some kind of costume thing, but then he noted the athletica theme. Soccer shorts and jerseys, singlets, football pads. One participant had taken the theme extremely literally and was wearing nothing but a jock, knee-highs, and sneakers. He filled the pouch out well, his ass was a perfect, meaty bubble, and ohshit he noticed Luke staring while he waited in line and offered a sexy smile and his best bedroom eyes. Luke felt a stir in the confines of his boxers and looked away. The lackey had stopped just after he had and gave him an expectant look before heading to Lisa-Joe’s office.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Luke muttered under his breath, watching even more sport-themed twinks and jocks and a few more disparate body types parade in and up. He shook his head, reaffirmed in his decision to dress like someone’s unemployed dad.

The aid departed after delivering him to the office door. When Luke opened the door, he ended up coming to a hard stop once more. Jake was bent over, rising slowly from his descent to pick up a folder. He was dressed like the Google results for the search “barely legal twink jock porn”, and Luke hated to admit it, but he looked incredible. Clearly caught off guard, he was staring and blinking, his mouth open ever-so-slightly. He shook out of it at Jake’s words and did as directed, quickly, hoping that the fact that he was sitting and the homophobic jeans he was wearing would disguise the fact that he was once again getting hard.

I really should have just taken care of it. Something approximating a normal sex drive had returned as he’d adjusted to his relatively comfortable life in the Rabbit Warren, but he hadn’t done much to act on it, despite a few opportunities. Lingering paranoia turned interest from Jake’s subordinates or patrons into some potential trap to fall into. Depending how the meeting went, it might be time to start finding a better outlet.

“So... what's up?” Jake might be confused about the regret that flashed across Luke's features immediately after he asked his entendre-laden question, but it was there to see all the same.

[Black Philip]

Jake registered Luke’s sudden stop and slack-jawed expression, only seeming to now realize what might’ve brought on that reaction. His outfit was far from profesional. Still, that had been part of the goal right? Jake wanted to stir life in Luke, and what better way to remind a man what the world had to offer than to start with his loins. Jake had no plans to bed Luke, despite Lisa-Joe’s belief that he would. He was committed to finding out if anything would happen with him and Murphy. After the trial he wasn’t sure, but seeing as how he’d not been honest with the human about Lazarus, the last thing he needed to do was muddy the waters with Luke. Then again, Murphy was already claimed by Ben. Was he wasting his time trying to be better?

He was overthinking it. That was his specialty. Luke sat at this point and Jake also found a chair, keeping his face simple and polite. Luke felt warm, like a certain heat was inside him currently. Jake didn’t look closer for fear of establishing another link. Jake was confused about the regretful look, but he did connect it to the hot feeling he was getting. Was Luke horny? Even for Jake this meeting just got weird.

“I am concerned how much time you’re spending alone in your room. I’d like to offer you a way to fix that.”

He was curious what Luke would say to his accusation, and the temptation to read his current thoughts was strong.     

[suneater]

Luke’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He wasn’t oblivious to the more subtle attempts to get him to spread his wings a bit since he’d roosted in Jake’s headquarters, but he hadn’t been expecting it to be addressed so directly. Truth be told, shame about his sort state had already been accumulating. The simplicity and safety he’d craved had been novel and exactly what he’d needed… at first. Even aware of the way he was stifling himself, he hadn’t been inclined to take any pains to remedy things. Being aware of a problem and generating or even entertaining a solution for said problem were very different things. Was his inaction evidence that there was still healing he needed to do in his little solitary cocoon of exercise and network television, or some product of the way his mind had been shattered and then glued back together? Or, worse, was it just a trait he’d always had, even before all of this? Regardless, the intervention wasn’t exactly a surprise.

“Your… solution… is some kind of Underarmor dance orgy.” It might have been intended as a question, but it came out as more of a skeptical diagnosis. “I appreciate the effort, but I feel like this might be a ‘walk before you run’ thing. You may recall my enjoyment of the last party you brought me to.” He shook his head. To his credit, he was trying to picture it. Himself, with his hands on the hips of some nameless jock twink, grinding and whispering into his ear. The attempt backfired when the imaginary twink became a very real one – the one currently sitting across the desk from him. He blinked the imagery away abruptly and shook his head again.

His neutral expression softened before resolving into a frown. “I’m not sure I should be around normal people, Jake. For one… what am I going to talk about? For two…” He lifted his right arm, uncurling his fingers and then flexing them into a fist. He’d modified it to resemble normal human proportions, and in the dim light of the White Rabbit no one would give it a second glance. There was no denying the monstrousness of the gray, dead looking flesh with anything like scrutiny, though.

He sank back into his seat and folded his arms across his chest, measuring Jake’s reaction to his refutation.

[Black Philip]

Jake couldn’t suppress a laugh at Luke’s comment. He wanted him to attend the party and maybe get laid, but it was far from his solution. On the other hand, he could easily see how that was the conclusion he’d reached. He tried his best not to find this too humorous as he didn’t want Luke to feel insulted for his reasonable deduction. Besides, Jake would never let Luke upstairs dressed like he was a priest on his day off.

“If you would like to attend the party I’m throwing upstairs and you can change to fit the theme I think it would do you good,” he began. Whoever Luke decided to bed would be very lucky. Damn. The point was to not feel attracted to Luke. Here he was somewhat jealous at the thought that his first sexual encounter might be with someone other than Jake. Besides, sleeping with the help hadn’t really worked out for him, and he wanted Luke to work for the district eventually. He had to prioritize, and stop shitting where he sucked.

“I was hoping you might join one of my security teams and patrol with them. I’m curious to see how they look from someone with military training.”

He wanted Luke to lead them and whip them into shape, but he could hardly tell him that right now. Jake hoped a few days on the job with some other young people would help him get out of his shell more, and perhaps give him a sense of purpose. It was all the better if serving the Anarchs was that purpose. Luke had at one point been a yes man. It had led to his current situation. Perhaps the Anarchs were really a good place for him, despite not being a vampire.

[suneater]

Luke’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was still a little strange to have someone who looked like Jake condescend to him, particularly while he was looking like the wide receiver for an entire football team. He’d realized that the condescension was just the way that Jake interfaced with everyone, but every so often the dichotomy of his appearance and his authority got the best of Luke.

“Even if I did want to go, and I’m not saying I do, I’m fresh out of sports gear.” It was a convenient excuse to dodge the advice/invitation. He supplemented the deadpan with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

Luke regarded the Ventrue stoically while he processed the not-quite-request to assess his security force. From what little he’d seen around the base, they seemed like a very mixed lot. The idea appealed, though. Patrolling would get him out of his room in a far more functional way that didn’t require him to sharpen the social skills that had gone to rust. It was also a good use of his talents. As far as leadership moves went, it was a good one, likely splattering a lot of Jake’s birds with just the one stone. Luke was almost impressed and found himself yet again jostling his opinion of the vampire.

“Count me in,” he said simply. “Might as well earn my keep around here.” He idly massaged his left bicep with his right hand.

[Black Philip]

Jake didn’t realize how condescending he could sound. Luke was right that he spoke to pretty much everyone like that. Ben hated him for it. Sam rolled her eyes at it, and Lisa-Joe called him out on it. He just thought he was being helpful, and when you’re in power you tend to forget how normal people relate.

“We have stuff that would fit you,” Jake explained, washing away the excuse. “That being said, telling me no is also fine. I want you to do that when it applies.”

Jake really didn’t want to be told no ever, but he believed he did, and that was good enough for now. In reality, he’d likely be irked by it. He was assigning him to a team that included some fresh faces and one experienced Brujah. It was a good mix. He’d make arrangements to get Luke some Anarch looking clothes so he’d blend in with the patrol group. 

“As to the other thing, you start tomorrow.”

[suneater]

Luke cocked a brow. Exactly how much random sports gear do you have lying around? He briefly wondered if it was actually a fetish of Jake's, but the mental paths that set him on led nowhere good. "I think I'm good. Apparently I have a big day tomorrow, so I'm going to turn in." He rose to his full height, nodded a little awkwardly, and turned to take his leave. He hoped that his frumpy jeans would disguise the last vestiges of his erection.

The aid was waiting, and Luke fell into step with him for the journey below. It occurred to him that the young Anarch might very well be on patrol with him tomorrow after a few moments of the usual silence. He tended to view Jake's retinue as fairly interchangeable, other than Lisa Joe and Sam, but... well, the way things were likely to shape up, it was probably a good idea to start getting to know the grunts.

"You got a name?"

The question seemed to take the lycra-clad vampire by surprise. He jerked to a stop and looked back at Luke like he'd sprouted a second head, wary. No doubt they all talked among themselves, and Luke had a pretty good idea of what his stony reputation might be like. He'd been pointedly silent during his first days below the Rabbit, and then simply had nothing to say.

"Riley," he replied, suspicion rustling through his tone.

Luke offered him his hand - his left, human hand - for a shake. "I'm Luke."

Riley regarded his hand dubiously before taking it. "I know who you are," he intoned before turning to lead Luke once more. Luke couldn't help but let his gaze drift to Riley's butt. He continued his exploratory conversation, touching on his other duties and his expectations for the party. The exchange was stilted, with Luke stumbling to keep it going in the face of Riley's skepticism at the sudden change in demeanor.

It only lasted a few minutes, but it was more words than he'd exchanged with anyone but Jake and his lieutenants since he'd woken up... what was it, two months ago now? The weeks had blurred together. When he made it back to his room, he was grateful it was over. He threw himself onto the bed face-down and tried to clear his head. Thwarting every tactic he tried, from meditation to counting backward, unwelcome thoughts continued to intrude. A scenario played out in his head that involved Riley slipping into the room behind him and slithering into bed with him. That gave way to a very different scene in Jake's office than the one that had transpired, which involved Jake bent over his desk with his jean shorts torn down to expose his milky thighs and ass.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Luke groaned through gritted teeth into the pillow his face was buried in. He was hard, again. He rolled onto his back so that his bulge wouldn't be digging into the mattress.

This is absurd. He wasn't sure why he was so reluctant to give into his urges. Fear of losing control, certainly, but there was more to it than that. He'd been using discipline as a way to develop structure for himself, and the idea of letting that discipline lapse, even a little, was terrifying. Well you aren't a coward, you crazy fuck.

Luke rolled off the bed and padded to the door. There was a panel to the side of it with a simple intercom interface. He jabbed the nub-like call button, and then a voice crackled through. "Yeah?" It was hard to tell with the crackly sound quality, but he was pretty sure it was Riley. Luke swallowed down his reservations like a spy caught behind enemy lines.

"Jake said you guys have some gear?"

[Black Philip]

Jake frowned when Luke declined to attend. Then again, why did he care so much. He relaxed his face and bid him good evening, accepting his answer with a nod. Once Luke had left, Jake finished up his paperwork, wishing it was Lisa-Joe or Sam was doing it. Once completed he locked up Lisa-Joe's office, giving the key to Maria who was standing at the bar. He made his way up the stairs, taking in the delightful sights before him. His exchange with Luke had put him in a mood, and he desired a good feed from the crowd tonight. There was still the hope that Murphy would show, but he was hungry and horny, and had a party full of hot, beating hearts. They had pulled a hot batch of boys. Some had done hard drugs before coming, but most were just drunk or stoned. The music was already in full swing and for so early in the evening it was decently crowded.

Jake moved his way across the second floor to the stage, which currently held a DJ hard at work. His favorite dancer, Federico, was working on a nearby box, his pouch jiggling, and his body looking perfect. Jake felt his throat start to close, and his lips went dry. Blood would fix that; dark, crimson, thick fluid falling down his windpipe and filling him with warmth. The DJ tapped his shoulder.

"You the promoter," he asked, clearly not being their usual guy. The Toreador had been expensive to book, but so far had played solid music and was worth the money. He'd been told to look out for someone who matched Jake's description, which unfortunately described half the floor. Jake thought he at least pulled the look off better than most, but wished he'd gone with a bit more individuality. "Yeah, that's me," he replied, taking an extended hand and going up on stage.

They had a black out hour, a drag show, a runway walking competition and drink specials out the ass. Jake soon feared they'd have enough people to call the fire department. He needed a bigger space if they were going to do parties like this. They'd outgrown their little white rabbit. He grabbed the mic and welcomed people to a night of sin and debauchery. He got cheers, although he imagined the crowd would've cheered no matter what he said. He was pretty.

After that, the booked drag queens took over the hosting, the Black Prince putting in his mandatory words of welcome. He moved through the crowd to where Federico danced, and pulled out a fat fifty dollar bill, stuffing it in his g-string, and blowing him a kiss. He stood and watched him work the box, an idol for him to worship for a while. When he turned his head finally to asses the rest of the party, he wasn't ready for what he saw next.

[suneater]

Riley had arrived a few minutes after Luke called, bemused and less reticent than before. An aura of awkwardness blazed around Luke, stifling any conversation that might have cropped up en route to the White Rabbit’s costume depository. The fact that this was a terrible idea circled the perimeter of Luke’s mind like a cartoon shark. Cursed with the mixed blessing of thorough introspection, Luke couldn’t help but wonder why he was going through with this. He could have beaten off, or left and gone to another bar. Both were much cleaner and less intimidating than a densely packed, themed circuit party that was probably at least 20% vampire, including…

Was it the dream? Was that what had so thoroughly destabilized him? The concept was coated in the Teflon of denial, and every time he tried to focus on it, it somehow slipped away. He fought through his own musing and realized that they were upstairs, heading into one of the back rooms off the main floor of the bar. It looked to be a dressing-room-cum-lost-and-found, with a table fitted with a large vanity mirror. Someone (no doubt the drag queen host upstairs) had left a small rolling suitcase in front of the desk. There were boxes, and bins, too lacking in uniformity to classify in any meaningful way, and then in the very back a wardrobe that had seen better days and a rolling clothing rack.

“Have at it,” Riley said with a wave toward the back of the room. He perched himself on the table in front of the mirror, a snag of a smirk on his lips. Luke glanced to the vampire, who was now wearing only his shorts and what could only be described as a tank top by someone very generous. The dimensions of the garment were such that almost all of his pale torso was on display. He was lean enough that Luke had to wonder if the cycling gear was his. His upper body was whipcord thin, but his thighs and glutes had some power behind them. The assessment caused Luke’s cock to stir for the hundredth time that day, so he peeled away and began rifling through his options.

He dismissed some soccer gear pretty quickly – the shorts looked like they would fit, but only barely, and the notion of wearing shin guards or the like to enhance the ensemble didn’t appeal. Likewise, he bypassed football pads (no way in Hell he was wearing the same thing as Jake), a speedo (would look weird with shoes, and he wasn’t going barefoot), and a pair of basketball shorts with a jersey (too easy) in short order. The best contender he’d found so far was a full baseball uniform. It wasn’t slutty, but then again, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be slutty. As he pulled it aside, though, he caught a glimpse of bright blue spandex.

He extracted a singlet from one of the boxes inside the wardrobe and unfurled it. The size looked about right. He started peeling off his t-shirt to try it on, then realized that Riley was still there. Turning to look at the vampire over his shoulder, he grunted, “You mind?”

“Not at all,” Riley drawled in reply, still smirking, and staring pointedly at Luke.

Rolling his eyes, Luke shucked his t-shirt and then slipped out of his jeans. He gave the singlet an exploratory sniff while standing in his boxers. He heard a low whistle from behind him. “Jesus,” came Riley’s voice. “What the hell are they feeding you?”

There was a dingy, piebald mirror on one of the doors of the wardrobe, and Luke took a glance at himself. With the bulk of his existence being exercise and a steady diet, he’d been packing muscle onto his body. Even in a pair of painfully heteronormative boxer shorts, his ass and thighs were practically straining the cotton. His waist was narrow, his stomach sported an absurdly ridged 6 pack, and his biceps were almost as thick as Riley’s thighs. “Fuck off,” Luke replied before stepping out of the boxers and struggling his way into the singlet.

After he’d snapped the spandex into place, he gave himself a once over in the mirror. When he glanced to Riley and asked, “How do I look?”, the vampire just shook his head slowly, grinning.
“I’d dance with you,” he intoned with a nonchalant shrug, still grinning.

The singlet was bright blue, trimmed in white that had somehow escaped any soiling during its interment in the costume dump. It fit him perfectly, hugging and displaying every plane of muscle he had to display. His cock was soft, but it was framed egregiously, leaving very little to the imagination. In a perfect world he’d slip on a jock to keep things under control, but… well, he wasn’t keen to pull on undergarments that had been left behind after a sleazy party.

He ran his hands down his flanks, inspecting himself again, and was surprised to find his reflection smiling faintly back at him. He looked good. And for some reason, it felt ri-
… the warmth of a body against his own, every muscle in his body straining. There was someone beneath him, struggling with every fiber of their being, but he was too much for them. A count started, reached ten. It was over. The screaming in the background evolved into a din of applause and the ref was taking his hand, thrusting their arms up to seal his victory…

“Are you okay?”

The memory that had shaken loose was replaced by a concerned, confused Riley standing over him. Judging by the way his shoulder felt, he’d fallen into the wardrobe and then down. He nodded dully and stood. Fortunately, the flash of his past wasn’t accompanied by a splitting headache this time around.

“Jake didn’t mention you’re a narcoleptic,” Riley put in wryly. Luke didn’t mind the levity and smiled faintly in response.

“Shut up,” he retorted, turning to look in the mirror again.

“We’re gonna have to do something about this.” Luke was a little impressed that Riley was silent as he closed the distance between them and touched his monstrous arm. He flinched but didn’t pull away. It was the first time he could recall anyone contacting it willingly. “Gonna be a lot of kine up there who aren’t in the know.” He was still close, still touching him, when he added: “Personally I think it’s kind of hot.”

Luke no longer had to wonder how he’d look boned up in the wrestling get-up. He reached down to get his dick running upward, but it was still outlined obscenely stretching up his stomach. Riley, smirking again, pulled something from a hanger on the clothing rack and offered it to him: a varsity style bomber jacket, white with crimson paneling. Luke shrugged it on and looked himself over again, nodding. He could see Riley behind him, shaking his head.

“Shall we?” The vampire gestured to the door, and Luke stepped back into his sneakers and followed him out.

By then, the line had dissipated a bit. They were able to simply head up to the party proper. A wall of noise greeted them, music mixed inscrutably, highlighted by the shrilling of the drag queen host. Luke entered first, coming to a stop just inside the doorway to survey the mass of writhing bodies. It was a lot to take in, and the soldier looked completely overwhelmed until he felt a light touch at his right elbow.

“How about that dance?” Riley shouted to be heard even though he practically had his lips at Luke’s right ear. Still looking shaken, Luke dipped his chin in a nod and let Riley lead him into the throng.

[Black Philip]

Luke was dancing with one of Jake's junior security officers, Riley. The little scamp had taken his escort duties too seriously and was now popping and booty grinding on Jake's friend! Wait. Wasn't this the plan all along? Jake had wanted Luke to come to the party to cum again later. If anything Jake should've felt like a solid wing man, getting his buddy some hot tail. Riley certainty looked hot, the cycling shorts stirring similar feelings in Jake that had been stirred in Luke.

Jealousy crept into the Ventrue's mind, as well as an irrational hatred of the blonde solider's dance partner. The jacket was a bit much, but Jake liked the wrestling singlet underneath. He thought that he might like to be pinned by Luke, struggling to for freedom and unable to get it. However, unlike with Lazarus, Jake knew he could control Luke if he wanted to. The juxtaposition of power, strength, control and the conflict that existed between those things made Jake feel even more jealous and he turned away in a huff, focusing his observing eye on Federico.

The dancer seemed happy to catch Jake's eye, some jealously of his own now directed at Luke, in the same way Jake was jealous of Riley. Jake gave an apologetic look to his pet and then had an idea. Riley was using Luke to put on a show, and they were drawing the eyes of about half the bar. Well, Jake could compete with that. Freddy was just as, or more, attractive than Riley, and as this was a twink party, types like Jake were in high demand. Plus, being a vampire had it's perks.

Jake mounted the box, that Freddy had been dancing on. It was small, but as long as the two of them didn't do anything to crazy they could now move together. Jake wasn't going to try to do any of the crazy dance moves that Riley was doing, and Luke looked like he was enjoying, but went another route entirely. He let his Awe drift through the room like perfume and allowed Freddy to gyrate all over him, in much the same manner Luke was getting gyrated on. Jake made sure to keep the pair face to face though, so as they danced they could make out. Jake grabbed Freddy's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Some of the eyes on Luke and Riley drifted towards Jake and Freddy. The prince didn't dare look at Luke. Luke? Luke who? He was all about Freddy, or at least that's the way it looked.

"Look at those sexy faggots sucking face on the box," the drag queen screamed into the mic! A large cheer went off, as the queen commanded the attention of the room. Jake's eyes smiled and he placed his hands around Federico's back, and wasn't dancing so much as dry humping and making out. Freddy's hands and body were worshiping Jake in the way he'd become accustomed. Riley stopped dancing on Luke for a moment, and turned to him. "The boss is letting loose! He's normally a behind closed door's kind of guy. All the Ventrue are. Young Republican types. Not that the boss is a Republican. He's a good Ventrue." He nervous laughed. Riley then moved towards Luke, looking at him with sinister eyes. "Wanna see if we can give them a run for their money?"

[suneater]

Dancing was... interesting. It hadn't occurred to Luke, up until the moment he was in the thick of it, that he had no idea what he was getting into. His scavenged memories had hinted at time spent at gay clubs, but none of them actually depicted him in the act. His hazel eyes flitted to the bodies surrounding him as Riley dragged him deeper into the crowd, making a study of the panoply of different moves employed by the humans and vampires (and who knew what else) in his immediate proximity. He could almost feel the music more than he could hear it- it was so loud, practically more physical than sonic. He tried to get a feel for the rhythm, which had theoretically been devised with dancing in mind, tried to mesh it with his strides.

Satisfied with their spot in nearly the dead center of the crowd, as far as Luke could tell, Riley turned to face him. His expression was puzzled for just a few seconds before he laughed and leaned in. "You'll be fine!" he hollered, before spinning around and backing up into Luke. Riley's hands closed around his wrists and guided them to his hips, and with that, he began moving said hips, grinding himself back against the soldier. It was... nice. Very nice. And it made things easy for him. Luke could feel himself firming up as he swayed, matching the rhythm and motion that Riley had established.

That continued until the beat dropped. Riley spun to face Luke, pulling away to dance more in earnest. Luke was hardly an expert, but by his reckoning, Riley was good. It was sexy as hell, and more than that, it was fun to watch. It made him want to have fun too. Cautiously, he began experimenting with steps and arm movements. Riley flashed an approving grin, and they danced like that together until the song ended. Perspiration was beginning to shine on Luke's skin, but not Riley's. The smaller man stepped in, fitting himself up against Luke and straining up on his toes for a kiss.

Luke let it happen. Just like with the dancing, Riley was doing the heavy lifting at first, but as their lips met some dusty, long-disused mechanisms in Luke's mouth and mandible started to hum. He took control of the kiss, using his tongue to explore Riley's mouth. His hands slid to the small of Riley's back, and he let out a moan that evaporated in the din of the dance floor when Riley's hand groped his dick through the spandex of the singlet. He pulled away, gasping and grinning, about to suggest they skip the party and head back to his room-

"Look at those sexy faggots sucking face on the box."

The word faggot caught in his attention like a splinter, and he looked toward the drag queen, annoyed, and then at the box in question. People around them were cheering. Riley backed up against him again, but Luke's eyes were on Jake. The moment he'd spotted the Ventrue it had become almost impossible to look away. Seeing him grind against the gogo boy's ass... well, frankly, he'd never really imagined Jake on top, but he had to admit, the sight of it was damn near pornographic. His hips bucked unconsciously forward, driving his bulge into the cleft of Riley's ass.

Riley was saying something, but Luke didn't really process it at first. He was still watching Jake, and his expression was a mixture of desire and hurt. He managed to snap out of it when Riley closed in. Wanna see if we can give them a run for their money?

Luke had been completely oblivious of the attention he and Riley had garnered, and the idea of making a spectacle of himself didn't appeal at all. What he wanted to do was... well... he wasn't sure anymore. He'd been 99.9% sure he would be pounding Riley senseless before the night dwindled into dawn, but his... was that jealousy? Of the gogo boy? It didn't quite feel like jealousy. He just couldn't get Jake out of his head. Why would he be jealous? Riley had also lost a few points with his scheme to try to show Jake up.

Luke replied with actions rather than words. His right hand lashed out, trapping Riley's wrist and dragging him close. He encircled the vampire's waist in his strong arms and got him dancing again. He sealed his mouth against Riley's, then buried his tongue in his mouth. His hands drifted down, cupping the globes of Riley's pert ass, and then, through the thin, pliant lycra, he curled one of his fingers along the curve of a cheek and pushed up against his dance partner's hole. Riley gasped into his mouth, which Luke liked a lot. He continued not-quite-fingering him, his rigid dick imprisoned between them, but all the while, he was thinking of Jake. The memory of his abs below the crop-top, that sexy little smirk... it was driving him wild, and his only recourse was to take that wildness out on the very-willing Riley.

Riley tried to pull away, probably to say something, but Luke didn't want to hear his voice just yet. He caught Riley's lower lip with his teeth, hard but not too hard, and then forced his tongue back into the vampire's mouth once more. Riley made some muffled sounds, holding onto Luke for dear life, grinding himself against the soldier. They were both hard now, and the feel of another cock rubbing against his through the singlet felt amazing.

Actually, it felt a little too amazing. He wasn't sure how long he'd last at this rate. He pulled away, gasping. Riley whimpered and slumped forward against him - not trying to reinitate things, just a little overcome. Luke held him against his heaving chest and looked back toward the box, trying to catch a glimpse of Jake.

"We should get out of here," he mumbled distractedly into Riley's ear, before kissing it. "I am gonna fucking destroy you."

[Black Philip]

Riley looked equally turned on and afraid. This Luke guy meant business. Still, he'd only come alive once he saw the boss with Freddy. Riley wasn't as dumb as he looked, but then again he was happy to take Luke's Rabbit virginity, especially if it was going to be the rough time promised by the stud. He didn't think this was anything more than carnal lust, and for the young vampire that was enough.

"Then destroy me, sir" he said, and began leading Luke back to his room. He hoped Luke delivered on his promise. He hadn't been destroyed since he was mortal. He also was a vampire so if Luke got too aggressive he could get deal with it. The unknown part was exciting.
Meanwhile Jake had just finished his little show with Federico and was laughing and smiling as he looked around the room. He saw nothing but smiling faces, cheers, and drunk humans clamoring for more. Freddy leaned in and whispered something. "I like you so much Jake. I'm glad you're back."

Jake then felt guilt. His time with Lazarus had changed him. It changed how he saw the humans who's lives he constantly messed with. He liked Freddy plenty but he didn't care for him the same way Freddy did. He was a pet, not a love. For the longest time he'd thought that was fine. Hot sex, hot blood, and a warm buddy to cuddle with were all nice things to have. He hadn't stopped to think of the feelings that might develop in the meantime. Freddy wasn't a bad guy. He wasn't the brightest, but he had a positive energy for life, creativity and for some unknown reason, kindness. Jake had used him to make another guy jealous. Was that his legacy, to reject the love of one man and constantly be pining for someone unobtainable?

"I like you too Freddy," he whispered, giving a weak smile. "I'm going to call it an early night I think," he explained to the dancer boy. He looked disappointed at the vampire, but Jake told him to keep working his box and that he'd see him soon. He'd be letting him go on their next visit. Freddy deserved a vampire who could love him, and Jake already knew he couldn't do that. He looked for Luke, and saw Riley leading him downstairs. He felt horrible jealously, and the urge to ask Federico to come to his room was strong. However, he resisted. Luke was having a good night. That was all that mattered right? He followed the pair down the stairs, and was hoping to catch a separate elevator, but he rounded the corner just as the doors were closing. Luke and Riley seemed in some tangled embrace of passion, but then the younger vampire saw him and stuck out a hand to keep the door open.

"Going down boss," he asked. Jake internally screamed at the idea of being in that tiny box with Luke, so close he would feel the warmth of his flesh. It was a terrible idea to get in this elevator. However, he walked right in and the doors shut. The three of them were alone now. Jake felt tension throughout his whole body. Riley, being the little shit starter that Jake knew he was, said, "So do you guys have like a history or?"

Oh sweet baby Jesus, Jake thought, staring at the high, tiled ceiling.

[suneater]

Something about being called sir rankled Luke, and deep down, he realized he’d been hoping for a little resistance. Riley was making things a little too easy, and easy, apparently, wasn’t as fun. Still, he was going to fuck the guy’s blood-sucking brains out. Things had plunged over the precipice of no return on the dance floor. Outside of the club set up, trekking back to the elevators through the bar, there was no hiding his arousal. The spandex hugging his dick created an unmistakable, obscene outline, and there was a spreading patch of wetness near where the head was trapped. Luke walked with purpose, his arm draped possessively across Riley’s shoulders.

Inside the elevator, he let Riley push the right button before shoving him against the wall of the car and kissing him hard while his muscular body pressed him against the steel paneling. His hands crept down to his ass again, and this time his fingers snuck under the waistband, digging into pale flesh and caressing in a way that made Riley gasp.

“Going down, boss?”

The question confused him (his mind was admittedly confined to a single track), so he pulled away to look at Riley. He followed the vampire’s gaze to the elevator door, which he had reached out to catch before it closed. Luke drew in a sharp breath when Jake himself joined them. Luke couldn’t really help the hungry, primal way that his eyes raked over the Black Prince’s bare midriff before meeting his gaze directly. He didn’t bother trying to conceal anything that his singlet was giving away – there really wasn’t any point. Somewhere, drowned out almost completely by his pounding heartbeat and need for release, a small voice noted that it was kind of embarrassing for Jake to see him like this.

This seemed to be what Jake wanted, though. Maybe not with one of his flunkies, but he’d all but set things up for Luke to get laid, or at least blow off some steam.

Riley asked if they had a history, and Luke glanced to Jake. Memories from his dream surged to the forefront of his mind, and something inside him wanted to make it reality. He wanted to throw his benefactor to the ground, to loom over him, to use him as he saw fit. His glance strayed to Riley. Compared to Jake, he left a lot to be desired, especially given how much of a little provocateur he seemed to be. The image of both on their knees in front of him surfaced, and Luke almost groaned at the thought of it.

“You talk too much,” Luke intoned dully to Riley, but his eyes were on Jake. Much like when he’d been dancing on the box, Luke had a hard time looking away. There was an undeniable intensity to the human science project’s gaze, a level of hunger that Jake, in full possession of a Beast of his own, might recognize as kindred. Inhumanly fast, he placed his hand on Jake’s abdomen, just below where his crop top cut off. He slid it down slowly, brushing his fingers over Jake’s abs, seemingly just sampling, because he pulled back before things got too suggestive. He’d been holding eye-contact with Jake all the while but said nothing.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors parted behind Jake. Only then did Luke look away, to Riley, who didn’t seem sure what to make of the situation. There was an idea gleaming behind his eyes, and he grinned faintly. “You guys would be hot together. I’d definitely watch that.”

Luke had the sudden, intense desire to put his fist through Riley’s face. That instant of murderous intent probably showed, but he channeled it into turning suddenly and moving past Jake into the corridor. He threw a glance over his shoulder, looking at both men, his naked desire almost like a palpable aura. Looking forward again, he stalked toward his room.