Groupie

[Existentially Odd]

(Ooc: Trying out a new character to play with Satyr. Look, folks, no sheet!)

The amount of variables that had to align for this to work were pretty insane but it'd happened before; he just needed to get lucky again. Gable Marsh lurked in the shadows well beyond the corona of light thrown by the club and the nearby street lights, hoping like hell this Friday night would be his night. It'd been a long work week and an even longer six weeks since he'd been with a vampire. He was restless with need, his hands shoved into the pockets of his navy blue pinstriped pants and his leather-clad feet pacing.

Perhaps he was deluding himself. There was an element of surreality to it all. He was better than this. Better than succumbing to his vices. At thirty-one years old, he was an upstanding, single, college-educated, very successful man with an enviable job - personal assistant to Mayor Edgar Figueroa - in the prime of health. He stood six feet and one inch tall and cut a solid figure beneath his white business shirt. He'd kept his suit jacket on but left his tie at home, undoing three buttons at his throat in lieu. He had short-cropped dark brown hair (so dark it was almost black) and intense brown eyes most men didn't resist. He wasn't desperate...

Except he was. 'Most men' wasn't what he craved. He needed cold skin and sharp fangs; he needed to feel his blood pulled from his veins and the rush of overpowering lust that followed. He needed to be stripped and penetrated in as many ways as possible, humbled by his human frailty as a powerful beast took its sustenance from him. He needed to indulge in a fantasy, to touch something forbidden and walk away with his secret intact.

No-one could ever know this about him. Not his family and especially not his work colleagues. He spent his days actively scorning the supernaturals in the city, agreeing with his boss about what a blight on respectable society and a threat to decent folks they were. If it got out that he not only didn't give a shit what the supernaturals in the city got up to but actively pursued encounters with random samples from their ranks every month, his wonderful life would be turned upside down. He'd lose his job, his standing, his apartment. His chances for future employment would no doubt be deliberately blocked by his boss (because that was the kind of vindictive prick he was) and he'd be left destitute.

The height of the stakes was what kept him out of the club proper. For all he knew, there was surveillance equipment in there that would recognise his face and it could get back to Eddy that he'd entered the lair of the enemy. OF course, as his PA, Gable would likely be able to block any attempts to get said information to the Mayor but there were no guarantees. The only certain ways to ensure he stayed out of trouble were to avoid Venture altogether - he wished he could - or stay out of it and wait for a likely vampire to emerge. He chose the latter.

Vampires came as he paced but none of them left alone. He wasn't interested in sharing. He didn't care what the vampire looked like - the bite convinced him he'd screw anything under its influence - but he did need them to be alone. If he wasn't going to be someone's only adventure, they weren't worth the risk... Gable perked up as a likely candidate finally exited the club alone. He looked young, tall and fit, with dark curls that captured the light from the club behind him and turned the top of his head into a halo. Jesus, he was actually pretty and alone? Maybe he wasn't a vampire after all.

As the lone man headed towards the taxi rank down the street, Gable stepped into his path to get his attention. His hands remained in his clothes until the guy was closer and then he pulled them out, his fingers flexing nervously before settling in a relaxed manner by his sides. "Hi there," he greeted with a forced (nervous) smile, "I'm Gable. You going home alone?" He held out his right hand to be shaken, needing to touch the guy to know for sure whether he was a vampire or not. He was filled with doubt, though, because what he could see of him was so attractive.

What vampire that good looking would leave a place like Venture alone?

[Trillian]

When Ichabod stood him up for their date, Win had been a little sad about it but hadn't put expectations on the young vampire. Most of the time one night stands never went anywhere, even if there was a notion they might.

After meeting Kerr he'd thought something would come of that but in wanting to intrigue Ben he'd lost Kerr and a peculiar tension had arisin between them, enough that they'd both backed out. This was fine; Win wasn't interested in forcing a threesome even though he found Ben irresistibly attractive. He could tell the feeling wasn't mutual. Ben was obviously a sapiophile and Win would have to play a very specific kind of part to please him. He'd almost got it, too. A shame nothing had happened between them but it was nice living here in their building, so some good had come of it.

He'd used the donors and had picked up on a peculiar kind of obedience with them that wasn't sexy at all, so he'd held back following through with sex, even if they were begging him when being drunk from. Afterwards, when their wounds were healed he would ask if they liked what had happened and they'd always say yes. He had a weird feeling about them after that; that even if he was a bad lay (which he was sure he wasn't, but that was beside the point), they would sing his praises.

But interesting things continued to happen around him. He'd found the Lovebite app and had used that a few times for bites and hookups, though they'd become a bit formulaic in the end and nobody had been so appealing or interesting that he absolutely had to see them again.

And then there was that time he'd caught Ben walking a cute blond stranger into a VIP room. For a short moment he'd almost gone after them but had stopped himself, mostly because Ben had made a comment about catching up... but then they hadn't and Win wasn't game enough to seek Ben out.

This city had quite the setup in terms of finding willing donors or anonymous partners to couple up with overnight, but he wasn't having much luck finding someone constant. It wasn't usual for him to bomb this many times or to be dissatisfied with the people he was with. So he thought he would return to something he knew best; using a vampire club.

Win dressed up in a thick woollen coat the colour of red wine over the top of a crisp white shirt and black jeans. His shoes were plain black loafers that were comfier than they looked and they looked pretty comfy. He looked smart and together and hopefully dressing snappy would help him pick someone up. He ran a comb through his curls before messing with it more than usual and then sighed and rubbed his hands over his head in the end, only brushing his curls forward before heading out. The wind took care of the rest anyway.

At Venture he found someone interesting immediately. A cute human in his late 20s who had good conversation, a pleasant face and was rather promising. Ian was softly spoken and did things like blush at Win's compliments while also thrumming with excitement. Win had gleaned sexual interest in Ian's mind so suggested they go somewhere. Ian suggested one of the booth-rooms downstairs for he didn't like the two-way mirror rooms upstairs. After they'd entered an available booth,  Win drank from him and discovered Ian was a relaxed type - what the Lovebite app referred to as Zen. Once Ian had come around he'd had stars in his eyes and Win wanted to capitalise on that, offering him to come back to the Luminary where he could treat Ian and make him feel good all over... but Ian had blushed dramatically and refused, going suddenly shy even though he'd wanted sex at the start. He wasn't the kind of guy to go for a one-nighter, and because of the offered invitation, Win had lost the ability to get Ian's number as well, for that had been the next rejection: I'd like this to be an amazing memory. Ian was smooth enough with his rejections at least and Win had peeked into his head to see that Ian viewed him as a player. Damnit.

Win took it in stride and ended their time together with a kiss, which Ian returned with gusto and also daringly swept his hand had up Win's inner thigh. Of course, it hadn't ended up anywhere satisfactory. When they left the booth and Win watched Ian return to the club proper, he didn't have it in him to try again with someone else. He'd decided if he was still hot for sex by the time he got home, his hand would be the dependable option.

Win headed out, collecting his coat from the check-in and draping it over one arm because he was only going to hop into a cab to get home. He preferred Ubers but he knew there would be taxi waiting at the nearby rank a little way down the street. They would do in a pinch.

He'd let his thoughts wander over idle things when a man stepped out before him, blocking his path. Win stopped immediately and scanned his mind because of how he'd been surprised, and what he found there was intriguing enough that he pulled out of the guy's head and focussed on him instead. An older guy, the type Win usually found more attractive. Win preferred blondes but the man in front of him had that neat well-put-together appearance Win liked. Now that he knew what this guy was after, he could recognise the thirsty expression on the other's face. If he hadn't known better, he would've thought the stranger too intense.

There was a familiarity to their meeting that tickled Win's fancy as well. A handsome stranger stepping out of the shadows and interrupting where he'd initially wanted to go. His sire had surprised him in the same way and it had led to wondrous things. He wouldn't mind a repeat of that.

He reached to take Gable's hand but he pulled it a little closer to himself rather than shaking it, "Hi Gable, I'm Win," he said, then while still holding Gable's hand he stepped forward so they were quite a bit closer and he could drop his voice to something the human would still hear but it was most certainly a secretive tone. "I'd prefer not to." Then he dropped a conspiratorial wink before putting on his practised 'cheeky boy' smile.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable frowned as his hand was tugged forward, watchful as Win then stepped into him and whispered a message that set his heart pounding a little faster. Win's hand was cool but not the definitive temperature Gable had expected.

He wasn't sure Win was a vampire. The smile was cute but gave nothing away; unfortunately, Gable was taller, so it would be really obvious if he bent down to look for fangs. He decided he might as well lean into it.

"You're a vampire, right?" he whispered brusquely.

[Trillian]

Win chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. I can do what you want."

His words made it obvious he'd snuck a peek into Gable's desires but once they were out Win second-guessed himself. He'd come on too strong with Ian and lost him, and he hoped he wasn't making the same mistake again. He hadn't gleaned why Gable was meeting him out here instead of the club, but he had looked far enough to know that his intentions were steamy rather than hostile - which was all he'd needed to know.

"I have a room at the Luminary," Win added when Gable took a moment to process Win's words. The invitation was clear and the destination one that everybody knew. A swanky, discreet place though well known in the supe community for being vampire friendly. He thought Gable would be impressed.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable wasn't fazed by being told his desires were known. He'd expected it; it was why he gave his true name instead of a fake one when everything in him screamed a need for secrecy. Might as well be up front with creatures that could - and obviously did - read your mind.

When offered a trip to the ostentatious beacon that was The Luminary, Gable shook his head curtly. He glanced over his shoulder to be sure there was still a cab ready to take them away. There were two. He looked back at Win, his dark gaze becoming hungrier as they moved a step closer to the culmination of their transaction.

"No. Somewhere neutral. The Detour," he countered, naming a broken-down motel on the complete opposite side of town. Far from here, far from home, far from people who might know him. He remained poised, waiting for agreement or the need to renegotiate, keeping his hands off the vampire until it was sorted.

[Trillian]

"Sounds apt," Win agreed with a nod, smirking now because a place called 'the Detour' sounded skeezy. It would be interesting to see if Gable would pay for a room or expect Win to employ his mental aerobics. He wouldn't offer but he had the sense that Gable wouldn't be a novice at this. The desire Win had picked up on felt like more than a fantasy being made real. It felt like he'd done it before.

His curiosity was piqued.

They bundled into the back of the first taxi where the driver plugged the destination into his GPS before pulling away from the curb. The trip meter's screen in front of them estimated it would take about $25 so 'the Detour' wasn't close. Win sat with his arm extended along the back of the seat behind Gable, his legs crossed so that he was mostly angled towards Gable.

"Seatbelts on, please," the cabbie instructed.

"It's fine," Win replied, sending a passive instruction to the driver not to care. Then he focussed back on Gable, wondering if he was used to that kind of demonstration. He couldn't tell if this guy was the type to want Win to make the first move, or if he wanted any moves in the cab at all. Maybe he wanted to wait until they arrived at their destination. It would take around twenty minutes though. Would Gable want to talk?

[Existentially Odd]

Gable observed the vampire as he did something to make the cabbie no longer care about them wearing seatbelts. His expression showed surprise. He hadn't been with many vampires old enough for such trickery, only three that he could remember in as many years. The way he looked at Win changed, becoming more impressed and calculating.

He smiled, his gaze running along Win's body and settling on this thigh. Gable's hand landed where he was looking and he gave a squeeze before he began massaging the steely leg beneath. His fingers inched their way towards Win's groin, brushing the bulge beneath his fly with the side of his pinky finger. Wetting his lips, Gable sidled closer to the vampire, intent on getting a better angle to his lap and put himself in range for kissing.

[Trillian]

Because Win watched Gable so closely, he noticed the way his expression shifted at the instruction to the cabbie. The 'not caring' had a persistent feel to the instruction, so that the cabbie wouldn't care about anything going on in the back seat. Win didn't want to keep checking on him so it had seemed safer to just do it straight up.

He liked how Gable was looking at him. They were both a little hungry and quite thirsty. Win purred in his throat as Gable shifted closer and touched his leg. He didn't look down at what the human's hand was doing - he could feel it. Instead he kept his eyes locked on Gable's eyes, taking in his lovely cocoa skin, the shadow of his incoming facial hair, the strength of his jaw and masculine face-shape, the pretty shape of his eyes - slightly too far apart, enough to lend a kind of intense character to him. Those lips of his, that was when Win dropped eye-contact, to look at those lips. He wet his own in preparation.

He closed the distance slowly but steadily, removing the hand that had been resting on his own knee to reach for Gable's face. Fingertips touched stubble an instant before their lips connected. Win kept the kiss contained at first, slow and on the surface, teasing with little jabs of his tongue to see if Gable would lead them into something deeper.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable wasn't in the mood for gentle kisses and soft play but he also recognised that there was time to pass until they reached the Detour. If he got too carried away, the cab's fare would be for nought and he was nothing if not practical. Besides, the limited access in the back of a cab wouldn't properly satisfy his desires. He wanted room to move when the vampire took him.

With the timing of the drive ahead in mind, he met Win's lips without pressure. His mouth dropped slightly open and his eyes fell closed to concentrate better on the sensation of a vampire kissing him. His slack mouth allowed Win access but forced him to do the work of the kiss; it was a little power game he liked to play with all his lovers. Win's furtive tongue thrusts were met with the surging barricade of his own tongue, keeping him out a tease that lifted the corners of Gable's mouth.

While his lips were coy, his hand was not. He'd turned it over so that his crooked arm rested upon Win's body and his palm was filled with his crotch, massaging and kneading with gentle insistence. The heel of his hand described small circles while his fingers outlined the shaft trapped beneath the material, stroking back and forth along it like caterpillars along a branch. There was certainly wood growing beneath his touch.

Gable tilted his head passively from side to side, enjoying the sensation of lips brushing lips and tongues toying or blocking until he sensed Win wanted more. Smothering a grin, he began to kiss the vampire back then, his tongue now a bold intruder in Win's mouth, flicking around inquisitively, stroking his teeth and fangs. Brushing the sharp canines sent a ripple of pleasure down his spine, knowing how much pleasure they would bring him at the end of this car ride.

It couldn't pass quickly enough.

[Trillian]

The teasing was both splendid and frustrating. Win went along with the slight kisses until he was fully erect and the shape of his cock beneath his jeans was massaged or nails scraping on denim to maddeningly vibrate the clothing. He made a soft noise even as he shifted his legs, spreading them apart and then bracing one foot on the car floor to push himself up into that hand for more pressure.

The kisses became bolder at the same time and Gable met the shift in pace and need. Win was almost completely sideways on the seat beside the mortal and so the arm on the back of the seat dropped onto Gable's shoulders while his other hand lowered off Gable's face, that arm ended up crossing over Gable's gently reaching arm tending to Win's crotch. Win discovered that Gable was already hard without anything to entice him into being that way. He shouldn't have to miss out, though. Win's touch was light and teasing, the opposite of their deepending kisses. When Win managed to dance his tongue against Gable's, he cupped the mortal firmly and began rubbing in time with his kisses, breaking them here and there to give Gable a chance to sigh or gasp. At one of those points he didn't return to Gable's mouth, kissing along his jaw and then down his throat.

Slowing down and driving over bumps in the road alerted Win to a change of road texture and he peeked to see the cab pulling into a carpark space in front of a painfully nondescript motel office. Win pulled away more suddenly than he would've liked, feeling almost drunk on the sensation of their kissing and touching. His body tingled for more. "Do you want to pay or shall I take care of it?" he asked softly moments before the cabbie asked for his fee.

"Twenty six, fifty," he declared. "Twenty if it's cash," he added, surprising Win.

(Continued in Vices)