That Boy Is A Monster

Graham stared up into his eyes and shook his head lightly. He knew it had been a risk but he didn’t expect the other man to push him down so hard and zip himself back up. He looked up at him and shook his head lightly. “Well, I do forget some things sometimes.” He licked his lips as he stared at him. “I need you, so no. You can make me stop.”

I need you. Oh, how those words had little bearing on his want to have sex with Graham. Sure, it was something that happened, but it was always on Dimitri’s terms, and certainly not on Graham’s. “I need to speak with you of a few things. Can you control your hormones long enough for us to have a conversation, or shall I find that silver dildo hidden in my bedroom?” he spoke, tone calm and collected as his blue eyes scanned the brunet before him while a smile teased his lips.

Kyle rolled his eyes before leaning in and placing a kiss to one of Dimitri’s dimples. “Have fun watching. If you feel the need to pull me off the dance floor then go for it,” he said with a wink as he set his drink down and made his way into the crowd. He made sure to stay right in front of Dimitri, finding a cute guy to dance with. He turned his back to the guy and started to move his hips, hands going into his hair, and his eyes closing. His body moved to the beat and the guy behind him hand his hands on Kyle’s hips.

Sapphire eyes could only watch as the other man walked away, all-too-aware of what the werewolf had in mind. He could tell that he was trying to make him jealous, why else would he stare in his direction and purposefully dance against a man? But what he didn’t know is that Dimitri didn’t get jealous, so with a chuckle, he turned to face the bartender as he ordered himself another beer, back to the wolf as he danced.

Wow, that was the simplest answer he has given this whole night.  He couldn’t wrap his mind around him being that powerful of a vampire, to kill his maker. He always envisioned makers to be very powerful and wise vampires, his own makers weren’t in that category.  ‘’ No I think I am good.’’

It was obvious in the way that the other reacted that he was surprised by such a nonchalant answer, but the truth was, Dimitri wasn’t going to divulge his history to a vampire he just met. Hell, not even his childe knew what happened to him or how he came to be what he was. “Then you may leave,” Dimitri stated simply, leaning back against his seat as he eyed the other vampire. “You have no other business here.”

“You may think what you want, I’ll leave that for you to decide.” He winked, arms extending along the edge of the booth behind him. “This is different, but you do as you wish.” He wasn’t going to tell him, it’s not something he could simply tell but let him find out on his own that these hunters are far more dangerous than others. Their leader seemed to be strong, and with a good enough leader you get good soldiers. “In this town, you never know anymore.” Not that he didn’t think the hunters were fun to play with, seduce and use, let them remember everything and feel disgusted after they were sent away. 

"Oh, ye of little faith... I thought you knew me better than that,” the vampire said simply, coolly, not even bothering to show the emotion that was bubbling underneath. Was he a bit frustrated with the other for insinuating that he couldn’t handle his own? Of course. But he wasn’t about to let that be shown. He’d get the last laugh when the hunters in the area were abolished and lessons were learned about not stepping into territory of those that they do not understand. Most viewed them as simply monsters, but Dimitri was far smarter than they’d give him credit for. 

He could feel the expanse of the males length, and was somewhat impressed but also a little scared he felt pretty big. He wasn’t sure how well that would work when he’s only had about average guys. “Here, oh god here!” His voice low, more like a whine as the male rubbed against him causing his length to ache. His hips rolling back, pressing his body right up against the bigger males as he captured those lips once again. “Need you so bad..” He whispered, words reacting to his own thoughts, his needs. Hands falling to the males chest, finger tips dragged against the skin until they reached his pants. One hand shoving between them as he felt his way up along the large mans girth. 

The angel pursed his lips as the vampire praised his face. “You, my friend, are far too flirtatious for your own good,” he voiced with a shake of his head, though a smile etched itself unwillingly across his features. The more they talked, the more he knew that Dimitri was indeed going to be trouble, and the most dangerous part about it was that the vampire knew it. Hells, he knew it. “The car will be fine,” he admitted with a chuckle, not that he had any doubts the vampire could carry him to his home, even Nick had his limits, and allowing a strange vampire to carry him down the streets of Salem was definitely one of them. “Let’s go.” Downing the rest of his drink, he stood up, throwing down the cash needed to pay his tab and tip his bartender. “You’ll have to drive. I don’t have a car.”

Was he too flirtatious for his own good? Possibly, but in his experience, it only had led to good things. He was a vampire that only allowed himself to give into temptations when there was a benefit to it, and right now... he needed to see if this man was a hunter. He had his doubts, of course, but he wanted to confirm that he was a supernatural creature and not a hunter, so getting him to strip was the best thing in his mind. Pushing away from the bar, he rose to his feet - standing at his incredible height of six foot five - before he headed out of the bar. In the parking lot sat his Chrysler 300, and after unlocking the door, he opened the passenger side and gestured inward. “After you.”

Having the need to show how strong of a witch he was, Erik found no need to discuss matters privately. Both made it clear they were supernaturals and could easily work together to take down any nearby threat. Erik shrugged his shoulders at the question. “I don’t doubt you even for a second,” he replied, already displaying fascination of him being a four thousand year old vampire. Sure, he was disappointed the offer didn’t appeal too well for Dimitri, but plenty more were to come. “But some magical insurance shouldn’t hurt, correct? Hunters these days come up with new ways to dispose of our kind. One can never be too safe,” Erik countered. Arriving at the small storage room, he leaned against one of the walls and smirked. “The power I wish to possess could prove to be uncontrollable. Your blood will simply prevent me from exploding, so to speak.”

Having waited to speak about their matters until they were in the storage room, for while Dimitri had no qualms with hurting anyone that might overhear - he knew it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when he was trying to avoid arising suspicion. Even still... the other’s offer was interesting, and certainly useful, but he did want to know how else the other could benefit him. “So an achor, if you will?” the blond spoke up, trying to understand the other’s reasoning for needing his blood. It wasn’t to make him more powerful, no... It was to give him something to hold onto to keep himself from slipping away. “Interesting... And is this blood you will use in the spell, or are you to drink?”

“You’d really be offering your condolences if I told you before this I was part of a family of hunters,” Kyle said looking down at the bar for a moment, thinking about his family. He shook it off and looked up at Dimitri. “But anyway, you really should dance with me regardless,” he said with a grin. “So that I don’t attract some creeps trying to get up on me while I dance. You’d be my handsome, giant, bodyguard.”

Mm, so the other had grown up in a family of hunters? That was interesting. But the vampire knew better than to divulge such information, especially to those he just met. “As I stated before, I don’t dance,” the blond said with a chuckle as he reached for his beverage, easily sliding into one of the bar stools. “You go on ahead, though. I don’t mind simply watching,” he said with a grin before he took a drink from his glass, dimples etching themselves into the corners of his cheeks.

“Well, I usually only use sex when I get horny or need something from someone.” Graham knew it was a risk and he thought he was right but it seemed like he was off track.  He stared at the hand. “I have to earn it, thought you want me to try and be in control.” He looked at him with a wide grin on his handsome face. “How about you let me start by you reminding me who you are.”

The vampire decided not to argue that you weren’t using sex when you were horny and instead just waited until the other spoke up, explaining what he had just done. “Mm, I know your memory isn’t that bad, Graham. You may be old, but you’re not senile,” he chided before he used his strength to push the other off of him until he was on the floor, and after wiping his shirt, he moved to zip himself back up. “Now, are you going to try again or have you had enough of this game?”

So that was how this one was going to play it? He was going to act as if he hadn’t pocketed a few items from the shop? With a sigh, the blond side-stepped into the other man’s way, blocking the path down the aisle they were in. “I’ve been around a lot longer than you, kid... You can’t fool me so easily. Now... you can either put those things away and walk out of here without any repercussions, or I’ll humiliate you by taking you to the front of the store and informing the owners that they’ve got a thief on their hands. Which will it be, young man?” He wondered if the other was going to try running, but the elder knew that that would only end badly for the human.