Mars

Person: @bleedingwolfgang Location: Scootin' through the fairgrounds "I should be less nervous here after all the vampire parties, right?" Nate thinks it's kind of rhetorical and he's kind of clinging to Wolfgang a bit in the sense that he stays within a foot of him at all times. If you put wolves and vampires side by side, broke down everything they could do, somehow lycans were somehow a safer option. From a hunting standpoint, maybe. And yet they're still a little on edge as they look at everything with wide eyes. "Do you think people wear more here or at those vampire parties?" A couple people walk past and between them there's a g-string flossing a pair of ample asscheeks and two star shaped pasties. And what they think is a toupee perhaps, worn in a very unique way.

"Of the two of us, I'm much more likely to get my ass eaten here," Wolfgang remembered phrasing and nudged Nate lightly, "you know, in a bad way." A lot of these guys really didn't look too happy to see a vampire here; it was all growls and death stares when they weren't just pissing in the street. Wolfgang liked blood pools, raves, and lofi; this was just bad rock music and shirtless guys who smelled like they'd been pissed on. "Hard to say, I think all events can be slutty if you put your mind to it. Is this more your scene?" They were still learning about each other, Nate was still learning everything, but the hunter liked to fight or whatever, so maybe watching people tear each other's faces off was up their alley.

"Right, right, yeah, I probably should have guessed as much," Wolfgang pretended it didn't feel like Seth was twisting a knife in his gut but he couldn't remember the last time the two of them had a conversation where it didn't end like this. Jamie had drilled him a lot about Seth, but Wolfgang hadn't really given up anything because even if Seth didn't give a single shit about him, he was still going to do whatever he needed to try and look out for him. Whatever that looked like and however that looked like. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about me; I can handle myself and know my way around a party." It wasn't like Seth had ever bothered much before; Wolfgang glanced towards the menacing man in front of the Christmas tree, bathed in grief with twinks draped over him. "I see a bloodbag with my name on it though," by bloodbag he meant person, "so I'll catch you later. But, you know, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

The warm wash of temptation ran across the breadth of Wolfgang's tongue as the first mouthful spilled through his lips and immediately swam across his senses. He could feel the other's desire press against the thin polyester of his pants and neither of them were being especially discreet. Wolfgang felt bold because of it; spurred on by Nate's motions, his hand moved to palm the Nephilim over his jeans as he gave the man an appraising squeeze. The warm wash of blood fell across the ridges of Wolfgang's tongue as he swallowed down another mouthful. More of his venom washed over his fangs and spilled into the punctured wounds. Temperance wasn't his strong suit but when he pulled his lips off the nephilim's neck, he couldn't help but admire the neatness of his handiwork. Even and symmetrical with clean edges and no tearing, holding back with Nate was getting easier. His hand didn't move, though, not yet. Instead, his nose brushed idly against the hunters. "You wanna get out of here?"

It's getting easier and harder at the same time, the biting thing. It's less gearing up for the initial pain and more excitement. Because fangs break skin and then there's white hot pleasure that shoots from the bite that just sort of shoots around like a pinball. Back arched against the wall and fingers in Wolfgang's hair, a soft mumble of pleasure passes through their lips before they're biting into it to keep quiet. And it kind of works until hands get into the mix and then Nate's breath is hitching as his hips are quick to rock into the vampire's awaiting hand. Fingers gently tug at Wolfgang's hair and they have half a mind to hike a leg up over a polyester clad hip as they hear their own heartbeat fighting to get out of their chest. Eyes upwards at the tall, the organ practically pulses to the beat of the music in the next room over. He's so focused on it that he almost doesn't get what Wolfgang is saying, not registering that the fangs aren't in his neck anymore. The hand is still there and there's really no casual way to keep from rocking into it and their face feels hot but he nods maybe a little too enthusiastically. "Your place?" It sounds breathless and that only makes them blush harder, smile sheepish as their noses brush. The party is nice, any party with Wolfgang there is nice, but the idea of putting something on and making out in bed seems far more appealing than being around a ton of people. "I'd like that." The kiss he presses to the vampire's lips is sweet, tentative almost, because he's still getting used to the 'kissing Wolfgang whenever he wanted' thing. "I'd like that a lot."

"The Rizzler can't be tamed, it's high time you figured that out." Wolfgang obnoxiously referred to himself in the third person as he folded his hands behind his head. There was someone that he was here with, but Nate was mortal so it's not like it could have ever really gone anywhere. The nephilim would get old and Wolfgang wouldn't, so what was the point? "But you're saying you came here for me? I'm writing that down; it's, like, so close to validation."

The hair thing is so nice, they really can't quite get over that. It's such a thing to arch into, tilt their head to try to get more of fingers he knows are pretty damn talented. That's something he can't think about with the close proximity and yet it's not like it's quite a secret with Wolfgang's polyester Santa pants and their own jeans. The feeling of teeth at his throat has him letting out a soft sigh, tilting their head back against the wall. It's not like the vampire just rips into him and he appreciates that, that there's some foreplay and he reciprocates by wrapping an arm around Wolfgang's waist, pulling them flush together. And it's nice, the coolness of the vampire's skin, his lips, the weight of him against them as a thrum of anticipation runs through them. It comes to a point when fangs break through flesh and the gasp that accompanies the act is embarrassing enough that he feels hot from chest to the tips of his ears.

The warm wash of temptation ran across the breadth of Wolfgang's tongue as the first mouthful spilled through his lips and immediately swam across his senses. He could feel the other's desire press against the thin polyester of his pants and neither of them were being especially discreet. Wolfgang felt bold because of it; spurred on by Nate's motions, his hand moved to palm the Nephilim over his jeans as he gave the man an appraising squeeze. The warm wash of blood fell across the ridges of Wolfgang's tongue as he swallowed down another mouthful. More of his venom washed over his fangs and spilled into the punctured wounds. Temperance wasn't his strong suit but when he pulled his lips off the nephilim's neck, he couldn't help but admire the neatness of his handiwork. Even and symmetrical with clean edges and no tearing, holding back with Nate was getting easier. His hand didn't move, though, not yet. Instead, his nose brushed idly against the hunters. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Saw a wee bit of that 'rizz' at that homecoming party." He'd had to step around what had seemed like several orgies, declined them all. They hadn't put a label on it, whatever he had going on with Adrian, but he wasn't much for group activities to begin with, not unless he knew everyone involved. He'd glimpsed Pluto and there's a level of hesitance at anyone he knows being close to an original vampire of all people, but it wasn't his place to tell Wolfgang to steer clear of anyone in power, considering his present situation. "I could use more decor, as of right now I have a tasteful nude of a friend an' fruit."

"No rizz needed that night." Except maybe with Nate, but that had been kind of different and was.... Unique, or something. Wolfgang didn't put too much thought into it because he'd completely ghosted Nate afterward until they saw each other again at Midsommar. At least the hunter had been cool about it. "If I try to take a tasteful nude for you there's going to be a part of me that's out of frame. You'll like the bust, it's 'tasteful' for sure." Who didn't want to see Mary with a blunt in her mouth?

"Damn straight here." Wolfgang could smell the blood pumping through Nate's veins, hear the subtle throb of the other's pulse, and how it quickened and fell. "Right now." He smiled against the nephilim's affirmation and let his fingers run affectionately through the other's hair. Wolfgang always thought it felt so soft, now and then he imagined what it'd be like to wake up and run his fingers through it. For now, he brought his lips to Nate's throat and moved against the gentle pulse that sang to him beneath Nate's warmer skin. He massaged the tender skin with the breadth of his tongue, idly moving his teeth against it and pulling it against his tongue as he marked it without biting. Wolfgang's body flush against Nate's, and the wall at the nephilim's back, the vampire bit down and let the other rush across his tongue.

Okay so Nate had decided this was kind of like a video game and they loved those and the objective was to get all of the tequila slipping down a toned physique into their mouth. They could totally do that, that wasn't all that hard. The hard part was putting their mouth to the vampire's cool skin. His hands find red leather clad hips and he's looking up at Wolfgang through his lashes as his tongue flicks out just below the vampire's belly button. It's a lot at once and they'd be lying if they said it wasn't entirely doing something for them. The tequila is strong, burns going down but he isn't complaining, not when it's cut with the salt of skin. Nate doesn't quite just let it all fall into his mouth, finds himself rather boldly licking a trail over toned abs and not thinking about it on purpose. They can't think about it because semantics or logistics or whatever are going to come to mind and they don't want to deal with that. It's meant to be fun, it's just the two of them, shoved off to the side of the crowd of people. They keep eye contact the whole time though, cheeks hot. He does just as Wolfgang has done, chases the liquid upwards, attaches his lips to the vampire's.

All these sensations sent everything to Wolfgang's midsection, desire, lust, and everything else between them went rushing south. Nate wasn't supposed to be good at this; they weren't supposed to be hot, but as many times as Wolfgang had pictured Nate in this position, it was way better in person. Way, way better. Since Wolfgang was Wolfgang, it'd have been hard for Nate to not feel what this was doing to him, and for that reason alone, he's pretty glad that Nate stood up before this turned embarrassing. Their lips were attached to one another's, and Wolfgang made short work of pressing the Nephilim to the wall that the vampire had just been leaning on. He could taste the acrid burn of the tequila on Nate's tongue; that acrid burn muddled with their wet lips was something Wolfgang would commit to memory for later.

"This is the part where I tell ye tae nae be like me an' actually say something if ye need any sort of help. An' I din mean offing the bastart." Not like he wouldn't help then, especially then. But he thinks about how after Gavyn passed and he'd just shut down, had been driven forward solely by duty to see that the estate was taken care of. All of the grief still sat in his chest some days and he didn't know what to do with it. "An' I guess din leave anything unsaid." That's too raw, a wound that's still open even after nearly two years and so he shifts his weight, looks from the dripping paint against the wall to the younger vampire. "The hell else have you been up to?" It's a more playful question because he knows he got up to something during that Pluto party.

"I'm fine, Jamie. He's my sire, I just want to know him." It felt unfair that he didn't get that chance, or that anyone would try to say something was wrong with Seth. Maybe they didn't have what everyone else had, but that didn't mean they couldn't have something. "Art, longboarding, rizzing, you know, the usual." Jamie was like a Victorian-era virgin whose idea of debauchery was flirting, showing a bit of wrist, and losing his virginity to a saddle. All these things made his pseudo-brother the last person Wolfgang would talk to about Nate. "That reminds me, I have a bust for you at the studio you'll have to come to grab some time. You'll like it, I repurposed a Virgin Mary just for you."

It is never lost on him that Wolfgang can probably hear like, every reaction they're having to everything by way of the organ working overtime in their chest. Part of hunting was definitely patience and watching and waiting, having to take a deep breath and just stand stock still while pulling a trigger. Nate can do that, this is something they've never thought about. Wolfgang drops to his knees in front of him and his eyes go wide before he's blinking a couple of times. That's certainly something they somehow have not actually thought about. Fantasies were reserved for making out, actual sex, and hand stuff, some mouth stuff. They've never really thought about their dick in relation to another person on their knees though, it's new. But it's all a rather curious thing until Wolfgang's tongue gets involved and then they're shivering, fighting to keep still. The eye contact definitely does something for him. And then they kiss and they can taste the tequila and salt from their own skin and their hand that isn't holding the liquor bottle does brush the vampire's bare side. Nate really wished he had some smooth way to respond but he's actually thinking really hard about how one goes about sliding to one's knees in a sexy way. "Guess there's a first time for everything." They try really hard to do that, sink down in front of the vampire and look up expectantly as they hand off the tequila bottle.

Every pulse and breath that came from Nate's body was something that Wolfgang had fixated entirely upon. He couldn't get enough of them, and he couldn't think about much else besides the other in front of him. Saying as much would have been so lame, but here Wolfgang was, completely simping for some virgin who had probably only started watching porn this year.

Tequila spilled down Nate's chest, their features were slightly obscured by the dark of the party, and the haunting neons did their part to hide the blush that tinted the nephilim's cheeks. Wolfgang could still feel it though, he could feel the warmth coming off of Nate's skin, and he could hear how the hunter's pulse suddenly jumped when he got down on his knees in front of him. This was meant to be fun and as it turned out the vampire's new favourite pastime was watching to see how Nate would try not to squirm.

"Lay down? You not gonna be fast enough to get it before it hits my pants?" It's kind of a challenge, but it's also because they're trying to visualize it. What was worse? Being at a party and having a hot vampire lick liquor off of him or potentially being caught laying down on the bar in a place where he knew his friends were. The secret third option was literally who the hell cared and they were all celebrating not dying. It's fine, it's all fine and it's not like either idea isn't incredibly appealing to them. There's a soft huff, a slight tousling of dark hair, and then Nate's kind of leaning against Wolfgang and even going the extra mile to press his lips to the side of the vampire's face. "You're the pilot here." They point out and they're taking the ugly Christmas sweater they're wearing off anyways.

That was a visual. "If I'm not I guess that means I'll have to take them off, right?" This was fun and Wolfgang wasn't about to say no as Nate started stripping, in fact, no was the furthest thing from the vampire's mind as the bartender slid the bottle of tequila towards him. "Alright, lets do this your way." The vampire got on his knees in front of the other as his fingers moved to rest over the nephilim's hipbones. From his vantage point on the ground he looked up the length of the other's torso and said what had to be obvious now. "Pour."

"Doesn't sound like anything you can't handle." What did Wolfgang want out of this whole thing with Seth? Maybe to anyone on the outside looking in it probably seemed painfully obvious that the Mars vampire was never going to have the sort of relationship with his sire that others had. It didn't feel fair and it probably wasn't, but it didn't change the fact that there was a very strong part of the young vampire's mind that remained hopeful. "I just want to know what happened to him, after that... I don't know I guess I'll just go from there."

a starter for @bleedingwolfgang, location: hakanalia jestie

Hungry and hedonistic, the outcome was probably a bit predictable; parties like this attracted some of the most depraved people that Wolfgang had ever met in his life. There were people throwing themselves at every fang they could find and Wolfgang, being Wolfgang, was all too happy to oblige. "Seth!" He smiled at the sound of the other's voice, pulling his lips off a withering mortal's neck so he could swallow and greet the other properly. "I didn't think you'd be here. Not that I'm complaining I- I'm glad you are."

"Is that a yes.... a maybe...?" If Seth wanted him to do better than Wolfgang could do better, "I mean, I can make them thralls too but the marshals would be up my ass about it once their withdrawals kicked in." He cleared his throat, hoping that maybe the fraction of whatever cunning Seth had seen was enough to hold the man's attention for a bit longer. "So, dinner?" He felt stupid for wanting to say that Wolfgang just wanted to spend time with the other, especially when his sire had made things pretty clear. "I know something happened to you, that you're different, and I think I'm starting to figure it out but I just-" he shrugged, "I don't care, you're still the man that turned me. It doesn't have to mean anything to you, but it means something to me so if you want me to be useful to be kept around, I can do that." Everybody needed someone, right? Seth struck Wolfgang as the type of person who who maybe perpetually alone.