Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

Feeling the arm around his shoulder caused Cole’s eyes to grow wide. What was he supposed to do? Biting even harder on his bottom lip, he slowly looked over to him and saw the same casual demeanor on the man he knew back in the Cirque. It was one of the things that drew him into the Demon which only made this moment so much harder for Cole. “I know, I know. It’s just hard. I’ve always been a flight person, not really on the side of fight. Only time I did was when it came to the raids.” Cole sighed heavily, slowly looking away from the other as they continued to walk the man back to his penthouse. “I’ll be honest, I have no idea where you live. You can always crash at my place. It’s got my Sire and his lover there but I don’t think they’re home. You can crash on the couch or something.”

His grin disappeared, replaced with an intense frown, the mention of the raids dulling his buzz for a moment. “S’long as ya didn’t run durin’ those, then you’re fine by me.” Those exact words held a lot more weight if they were said to Cole while Sinclair was sober, delivered during a conversation about their strained relationship. But instead, they were given to Cole by a drunk Sinclair. “Huh?” He blinked slowly, gaze flicking around them, trying to gain a sense of where they were. “My place ain’t that far from here. Just that way.” A vague wave of his hand towards the left followed his words, his other arm still slung around Cole’s shoulders. “It’s easier to get to work if I live out here.”

“You do love books, and knowledge. Well, pretty much anything to make you smarter and smarter.” He said, nipping his bottom lip while thinking of what Sinclair was bringing up. Cole sighed softly while he continued to walk, his hand back into his pocket. A chuckle left the Taboo, his bright eyes at his feet while he shook his head. “No need to punch him in the dick. I’m just avoiding him now. But he seriously got up from our table and sat with someone he knew. Not to mention he showed up late and didn’t even fucking shower. He had no excuse, either, since he wasn’t an Eerie or the like. He was a Taboo like me.”

Laughter left him randomly, the way Cole had described him had struck his alcohol soaked mind as funny. “I’ll just keep on absorbin’ knowledge an’ smarts until I have to split into two separate Sinclairs.” Laughter ensued again, the corners of his lips turned up into a wide smile. Inspired by the booze, Sinclair slung an arm around Cole’s shoulders, dragging the vampire closer to him even as they would continue to walk. “Ya can’t keep on avoidin’ stuff, Cole. It’s gonna sneak up on ya when ya least expect it. Trust me, I know.” This was how he had lost his last vessel, having ran off and left his problems behind him. The alcohol was causing Sinclair to forget the tension that was still lingering between them both, inspiring him to act more friendly and closer than they had been lately.

Rolling his eyes in a fond manner as Sinclair talked on and on, he slipped his hands into his own pockets while he continued to walk next to his fellow Cirque member. “I do. I just thought you might be in a library or somethin’. Stefan and Acadia told me you’ve been obsessed with the books at your work.” Though, as he thought of Sinclair talking about having sex with him in a taxi, Cole swallowed hard and smiled small. “I’ll have to skip the taxi part, but I’ll take your word on it about it being as good as a bed.” Scratching the back of his head after pulling his hand out of his pocket, he wondered how he should even point out the reason he was outside. “A lot of things. I was in there for awhile, but I left because…I saw someone, someone I didn’t want to see. He was a guy I had a date with recently and he was the biggest asshole and I punched him in the face. He still has the busted nose.”

“I do go to libraries. I was in one all day yesterday. But even I need a break now an’ again.” The names of his lovers left Cole’s lips, bringing Sinclair’s wandering attention back to the vampire walking next to him. “They did? Good, ‘cause they’re right an’ not spreadin’ lies. That place is full of angels, but I love the books there.” Cole might have been talking about the hypothetical taxi situation, but Sinclair’s drunken mind was moving to other things. “A bad date? I don’t need to know what the prick did if he got ya to punch him in the nose. Ya don’t do that unless it was somethin’ horrible.” He moved into step next to Cole, his boots making scraping sounds now and again, his strides not quit matching up to Cole’s. “Want me to punch him in the dick? I love penis, but I’ll do it for a good cause.”

As soon as he saw who it was, Cole sighed and smiled small to the other. “Hey, didn’t think I’d see you here tonight.” Looking him up and down and taking in the other’s scent, his swallowed a bit when he realized how drunk Sinclair was. “C’mon. I’ll help you home. I have a feeling you might end up fucking in a taxi and then sleeping in it.” Cole offered, chuckling a bit as he let the door close behind his fellow Cirque member. Soon enough, though, he was walking and hoping Sinclair was at least somewhere close by.

“I’m here sometimes. Or other places. Ya know I don’t like bein’ cooped up.” Sinclair had been drinking, buying his own drinks and having several of them bought for him, but he wasn’t so inebriated that he couldn’t make his way home. But their Cirque ties ran deep, like with everyone else who had traveled and performed with Sinclair, so to refuse Cole’s company seemed a little wrong. “Taxis can be almost as good as beds. I can always fuck ya in a taxi an’ then sleep in it if you’re jealous.” The words were teasing, his smirk matching the playfully tone of his voice. “So, what’s got you sittin’ outside a club? i didn’t see ya in there when it was open.”

Cole was avoiding the heat, especially with summer being here, so he was sitting outside of O Positive since the place had closed just a few minutes ago. Taking a drag of his cigarette, he looked over to his side when he heard the door open. “Oh, hey.” He uttered, giving a faint smile as he slowly stood up. “Let me get the door for you.” Cole grabbed the handle and held it open, trying to be friendly despite his own slight sorrow.

Feeling buzzed, but not wasted, Sinclair knew his time at O Positive was over for the night, the party goers exiting the club slowly since it was closing time. With reluctant steps, Sinclair made his way through the club, pausing time and again to chat up people he knew and even others he didn’t. Eventually, though, his feet led him to the main entrance doors. “Thanks.” The words left him before he had even recognized the voice, but dark eyes lit up with recognition when Sinclair recognized Cole’s voice. “Hey there, good lookin’.”

“Swimsuit season? As in…You believe in those?” Acadia laughed and crossed her arms. “Here I was thinking you believed in skinny dipping only.”

“Hey now. I’m an open-minded sort of man. I can believe in things I don’t participate in. But, it ya wanna do some skinny dippin’, I wouldn’t mind joinin’ ya.”

“I’d think so. I don’t know if anyone could win that battle.” He laughed along with Sinclair, watching as Sinclair messaged her about the bathing suit thing. “Exactly! Those arms are toned and perfect. She’s beautiful, strong…” He smiled fondly at the thought of Acadia, knowing he still held the expression as he thought of Sinclair’s own muscles. “Just the three of us watching Kung Fu Hustle and making dinner together? We haven’t really had a three-way date since we both took Acadia out for dinner a few months ago.”

“If someone comes ‘round that could come close, I need to meet them, befriend them, an’ fuck ‘em. Not in the order, though. An’ I can feel that, Stef.” He raised a brow at Stefan, his smile turning into a smirk, easily able to feel Stefan’s lust as he thought of Acadia and Sinclair. “That sounds amazin’ to me. We’ve all been too busy doin’ our own stuff that we haven’t just been us three in awhile.”

“I am one, but so are you.” He said, knowing Sinclair had tried to convince Stefan to go to a nude beach with him. “That sounds like the best idea. She might need one extra as well. Those muscles she has on her arms…” He shuddered a bit in delight, causing him to chuckle a bit. “Both of you should go. But I did talk to her about having a date night with the three of us.”

“I never said I wasn’t a dirty bird. I think I’m one of the biggest dirty birds ‘round this place.” Laughter escaped from him again, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips while hands dug into his pockets to extract his phone. “I’ll send her a message an’ see when she’s free. An’ to ask her to wear a tank top if we do go shoppin’. ‘Cause got damn those biceps.” With the message sent, his phone was shoved back into his pocket, forgotten for now. “A date night? Whatcha got in mind?”

“I would. With your muscles, body hair…” He shook his head, growling softly as he tried to keep himself from already jumping Sinclair. “But also Acadia might want a swimsuit.”

“Dirty bird.” The words were repeated again, but accompanied by laughter this time. “I’ll model for ya when I get back. An’ I’ll buy an extra just in case.” It was Sinclair’s turn this time to imagine, Stefan’s suggestion about Acadia and swimsuits running through his mind. “Mmm, that’s a good point. No point in goin’ by myself if she needs to go, too.”

“Did you…need a shopping partner?” He asked, his expression showing the other that he was unsure. “I mean, I can go with you. I’d just rather not rip the merchandise.”

“Rip the merchandise? What the Hell do ya mean by th-Oh, I see. Dirty bird. You’d get all frisky seein’ me, huh?”

“Swimsuit season? Does that mean you will bring out your speedo like back in Haiti?”

On his right calf

On his left forearm

On his left big toe

On his right arm (just his bicep, not his whole arm like pictured)

On his right forearm

On his left bicep

On his left calf

On his left hip

On his right thigh

On the outside of his left leg

On his right side, just above his hip

Back of right hip

On his right pec

On his right butt cheek

Inside of his left wrist

On his left shoulder blade

Behind his right ear

Charlie choked on his lunch, coughing a bit as he looked over to Sinclair as he was laughing. “Fuck, Sinclair! You’re so lucky you’re charming. I know if I did that, I’d end up on meds again.”

His laughter joined the sounds of Charlie’s coughing, his amused grin only widening as the coughs turned to laughs. “I’ve been hearin’ that charmin’ compliment a lot lately.”