Dominic was also a fan of Lazarus\' - his number one fan, he felt - and had also scanned the club for the blonde before doing anything else tonight. It had been early when he\'d arrived, though, so he\'d held out hope that the lanky vampire would turn up when it had got later. He\'d taken himself to the dance floor and lost himself in the beat and the press of bodies against him, just to let time pass.
Well, time had passed and there was still no Lazarus, so Dom was looking for an alternative. He hadn\'t planned this night with meticulous care for it to end in disaster; he may not have found the vampire he wanted, but there were plenty of other vamps to choose from.
Growing restless, he\'d left the dance floor to walk around, trying not to think of his night a few weeks ago with Lazarus and Orias, but it was difficult not to. He\'d been off the fang wagon for ten months previous to that night but the experience had so blown his mind (and his wad) that he couldn\'t go back now. It didn\'t matter that he was with Michael - his lover had never suspected a thing when Dom had crept in near dawn and been very tired for the next few nights (so much so that he\'d gone to bed before Michael every night). Considering Michael was out of town on a consultation business trip thing for a few nights, he wouldn\'t have to know about any of this.
Dom would just be here tonight, would just get the craving out of his system and be the dutiful, attentive lover Michael deserved when he got back. He wasn\'t a vampire or even aware of them, the twenty-one year old justified; it wasn\'t his fault that he couldn\'t give Dom everything he craved and he wouldn\'t suffer for it.
It didn\'t take long for him to spy Ben and his heart leapt, a quiver of excitement shooting down through his groin at the look of him. He was blonde, Dom\'s favourite, and he wasn\'t too delicate that he would dismiss him out of hand, though he was smaller than his muscular six foot three frame. He\'d be strong, though, and as he got closer, Dom saw that he had the coolest eyes he\'d ever seen on any vampire.
He came to a stop right beside where the vamp was sitting on the edge of the booth seat, hooking his thumbs into his jeans front pockets and thrusting one black-booted foot forward, his ass rocking back suavely. He\'d dressed for the occasion tonight, there\'d been no deliberation about what he wanted in coming here. He was wearing neat dark blue jeans and biker boots (though he hadn\'t ridden his bike, he\'d caught a cab this time) - nothing too remarkable about them. His shirt, though, was a button up with short sleeves that molded to his upper biceps (for they didn\'t reach very far), made from a black, silky material that was shiny to look at and so soft it clung in all the right places. It barely reached the bottom of his belt, was untucked and unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest, to show the inner swells of his pectorals beneath the enticing dip of his collarbone.
Because he\'d been dancing, he\'d been sweating, and the shirt was only loose over the small of his back, it was pretty much stuck to him everywhere else, giving anyone that looked at him an instant snapshot of how ripped he was. They\'d have to get closer to see if his cocoa skin was as smooth as it looked, of course, and just how far the tattoo that lined his right bicep and snaked up that side of his neck went, but that was his idea. He was playing it a tad more subtly tonight, having intended on picking up Lazarus, whom he thought of as nothing but classy.
"Hi there, I\'m Dom, is that seat taken?" he asked bluntly, nodding towards the part of booth on the other side of the blonde vamp, flashing a smile that showed his neat white teeth and brought out his dimples. His short black hair was freshly shaved at the back and sides - he\'d had the barber cut a curling pattern that echoed his tattoo into the right side of his head - and he\'d gelled the short curls on top so they were as shiny as his clinging shirt. The only jewellery he wore was a black watch on his left wrist and he had his phone and wallet tucked into a back pocket. He was good to go and the placement of his hands around his well-filled-out crotch told the vamp so.