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It was a welcome change to hear an alpha view the world in the same way Skylar does. He knew the importance of the role omegas played, and believed others should as well. They weren’t items to use and abuse, an opinion many in town don’t seem to share. “I’m sure you’re full of culinary surprises,” the blonde remarked and popped more chili-coated fries into his mouth. He was definitely curious to try more of Tristan’s cooking in the near future. Yet another reason to return to the restaurant. Emerald green eyes fell to the waiter’s name tag, earning an understanding nod from Skylar. “So, Tristan. I don’t think you’re a shifter… certainly not a fae. Nor do you embody an arcane user.” The blonde tilted his head to the side in mild curiosity. He was typically good at being able to distinguish supernaturals, but this one had him stuck. “What exactly are you?” 

Tristan laughed. "I do have many surprises up my sleeves, culinary and otherwise," he agreed with an amused nod. And then he had a choice to make, whether or not to disclose to Skylar what he was. He knew not everyone was incredibly keen on getting to know a vampire, no matter how good of an employee he may have been at the bar. But Skylar had given him no reason to believe it would necessarily be an issue, either. If anything, the other seemed fairly open minded. Or maybe Tristan was just hopeful. "No, certainly not fae or arcane user," he agreed, his tone almost teasing. As he smiled, he let his fangs become visible, his smile growing. "I'll leave the arcane stuff to you."

Keegan understood what the man had meant. It was harder to find bad people or villains in the new world. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was more relaxing. No need to worry about being Peter Parker and The Amazing Spiderman. “You have a very valid point. I’m sure you find there are pros and cons to both.” He concluded.

"More pros though, for me. Maybe not for everyone, but this is a miracle for me. Before I got here, my father's men were taking me back home," he said, shuddering. He closed his mouth suddenly, though, realizing he was probably giving too much away. Lux took another sip from his glass, to get himself to stop talking for a moment. It wasn't something he'd openly admitted to many people.

As  Skylar  ate,  he  listened  to  the  handsome  server  explain  the  reasoning  behind  his  career  choice.  He  never  expected  any  of  Tristan’s  kind  to  be  working  such  trivial  jobs.  And  by  that,  he  meant  alphas  in  particular.  But  he  supposed  everyone  needed  to  pull  their  weight  in  New  Haven  one  way  or  another.  It  just  so  happened  to  fit  with  Tristan’s  lifestyle  and  overall  character.  “Well,  remind  me  to  visit  only  when  you’re  around.  I  like  having  you  personally  tend  to  my  needs.  Plus,  the  fries  are  amazing,”  he  remarked  and  accompanied  the  praise  with  a  chef's  kiss  gesture.  The  witch  leaned  forward,  evidently  intrigued.  He’s  never  had  anyone  regard  omegas  with  such  fervor  and  respect  before.  “Don’t  tell  me  you’re  intoxicated,  as  I’ll  be  very  disappointed,”  Skylar  replied  with  a  chuckle,  close  to  swooning  if  the  vampire  spoke  another  word.  “You  really  mean  that?  About  us  doing  a  lot  for  the  world?”  the  blonde  inquired,  genuinely  curious.

Tristan laughed, glancing down at the fries and then back at Skylar. "If you think those are good, you should visit me on a night off. I can do a lot more when I'm not limited to the ingredients we keep in the bar," he pointed out, still smiling at the omega. "And no, you don't gotta worry about me bein' intoxicated. I don't imbibe," he joked, shaking his head. He didn't drink, but it wasn't really because he was sober. It just didn't really satiate his thirst. "Of course I do. I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of 'em. If I ever settle down, or if an omega ever settles down with me, he'd find himself bein' pampered more often than not."

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There was no universe where Tristan actually left Iain there, not when he himself was already this far gone. No world where he mustered up enough self control to actually stand up and stagger away, as if he could really complete this rut by himself, holed up in his apartment. It would never have been possible. Not with the way Iain had been stuttering his name, the feel of the other underneath him on the hard ground. Still, when he heard Iain beg the way he'd told him to, Tristan felt almost a sense of relief. His expression softened, but only for a moment, then he was sneering again. He lifted himself to his knees, letting go of Iain's hair so both hands could grab the other's shoulders and roughly lift and flip him over onto his back. Leaning over the other now, he grabbed him by the throat, pulling him closer, until he knew Iain would be able to feel Tristan's breath against his cheek. "Good boy," he whispered, smirking. With his free hand, he took his cock and lined it up.

He could smell the arousal pouring out of Iain now, and it made Tristan laugh. A cold, cruel sound as he thrust himself fully into the other and then froze, giving a small jerk of the other's hair and laughing again. "You fuckin' love this, don't you? Holy shit, you're drippin', I can feel it," to enunciate this fact, he pulled out and then thrust right back in, the squelch enough proof to make him laugh just one more time. "No, baby, you can't help yourself. You're just a needy little omega, aren't you? Desperate for a strong alpha's knot?" He pulled out again, and thrust back in again. "Fuckin' beg for it, then." Tristan growled, his fangs out now as he sneered, making sure to pull Iain's hair to the side a bit so he was forced to turn his face a little towards the vampire.

Tristan wouldn't admit how long it had been since he'd felt the warm heat of another, especially during a rut. It almost awed him, the feeling of it. The way the body underneath him reacted, and the stammering voice of the soft little omega underneath him. As he snapped his hips forward again, one of his hands moved over Iain's ass and up the middle of his back, nails scratching up the back of his neck before raking through his hair. And then he was gripping, tightly, and pulling Iain's head back.

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Once  his  beverage  was  made,  Skylar  beamed  brightly  and  took  a  giddy  sip.  He  never  understood  why  people  loved  adding  alcohol  to  drinks  that  were  already  perfectly  delicious.  A  personal  opinion  he  knew  many  disagreed  with.  Nevertheless,  he  was  content  with  his  icy  beverage  and  nodded  as  the  handsome  waiter  disappeared  into  the  kitchen  for  a  brief  period  of  time.  He  fiddled  with  the  decorative  fruit  on  his  glass  and  patiently  waited  for  his  fries  to  arrive.  His  patience  was  rewarded  shortly  after  when  the  dish  was  served  to  him  with  some  pizzazz.  The  presentation  earned  a  chuckle  with  him,  accompanied  by  an  approving  hum  at  the  first  crispy  bite.  “My  compliments  to  the  chef,”  he  teased  with  an  amused  chuckle.  Skylar  wiped  his  lips  with  a  napkin  before  responding.  “I’m  a  witch.  Our  actions  are  always  shrouded  in  mystery,”  the  blonde  remarked,  smirking  at  the  inquisitive  server.  “I  should  be  asking  you  what  an  alpha  is  doing  working  a  minimum  wage  job.  I  must  admit,  having  your  kind  cater  to  my  needs  and  wants  is  pretty  nice  for  a  change.”

Tristan couldn't help but beam proudly when Skylar seemed to like the fries in front of him. He was always proud when someone liked what he made them. "Oh, I don't know, witches have never seemed so mysterious to me. They all want the same handful of things, you just gotta know what to look for," he teased, shrugging. "I like to cook for people. I'd do it in a restaurant, but my hours aren't always conducive to that kind of environment," he explained. "The bar gives me the hours I need and a kitchen to work with, and plenty of very grateful drunks to feed. And on the topic of catering to an omega's needs and wants, that's especially my goal. Y'all do a lot for the world, it should be recognized. When you feel good, I feel good, after all."

The vampire grinned at the other man's words, only standing up and taking a step closer to him. "Oh, I hardly feel bad about that. My shows are always wonderful. It's fun wearing all sorts of masks. Because no one ever knows which one's the real one," he chuckled. Kai listened intently to the other's words, nodding his head in agreement. It was a valid point; in a town full of different species, several were bound to sniff out something being wrong.

Tristan looked the other up and down, trying to figure him out. He wasn't one for wearing masks, himself, but he wasn't about to judge someone that was afraid to show their true colors. Kai didn't seem super afraid, though, which made Tristan wonder for a moment if his intentions weren't something more sinister. He shook the thought off, though, not wanting to think the worst of anyone.

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Kai maintained his aura of weakness and pain, only tilting his head when it seemed like the other man was unfazed by both his appearance and his act. The professor dropped his hands, wiping at the blood around his lips and neck. "A shame, was it too obvious? You could have at least played along a bit more with me," Kai said with a flicker of annoyance. "No worries though; I've already enjoyed my fair share. It's mostly a matter of cleaning up that's never fun for me. So, what about it gave me away? Always looking for ways to improve my performance, after all."

"Aw, don't feel bad. You put on a real good show," he reassured Kai, tapping the side of his nose with one finger. "I've just been around a while, and I know the difference between the scent of fresh blood, and the scent of a fresh wound. You're not wounded, not really. Just bloody," he explained, shoving both of his hands into his pockets as he stood across from the other. "You put on a performance fit for the big stage, though, I promise."

"Seriously, it's fine. I don't mind going up a few flights of stairs. I'm stronger than I look," he reassured the other with a wink. He noticed Cornelius look at his arms, and he may have flexed them just a little bit. Just the smallest, teensiest bit. Tristan didn't often show off, but if someone was going to look so obviously, who was he to deny him an even better view? Smiling cheekily, Tristan continued to follow along up the stairs, maneuvering the loveseat as needed.

Tristan lifted his end of the loveseat, and slowly worked his way forwards. He was careful to wait for Cornelius to move first, following behind and doing his best to carry more weight so the other could focus more on direction. The vampire was grateful now that he was pretty dedicated to working out regularly; the furniture wasn't that heavy, but it was heavy enough that three floors and a hallway would be a pretty big feat. He just laughed though when the other told him where his apartment was. "Yeah, that's all?" He teased, raising a brow. He didn't back off though, more than willing to get the loveseat all the way there.