Malakai

“I live to bring out the curiosity in others,” she teased lightly, smirking a little bit, as he stepped closer to her. She held her ground, and kept eye contact with him, her lips curling ever so slightly into a little smirk. “Natasha,” she said, toying with the end of her hair just a bit, arching a brow at him, as a mischievous twinkle came to her eyes.

“Just curiosity?” he questioned, taking his time to look her up and down, still landing his gaze back on her eyes. She was certainly a looker this one. Though he did wonder if she wouldn’t be just as fond of being in charge as he was. “And are you as Russian as your name, Miss Natasha?” he tilted his head just a little, taking another sip of his drink. Now of course he did love a blonde with some feistiness in her. It was very attractive. 

how strange it was to be called ‘kiddo’ while he was working, he had been called many things but not that while he was working, especially about to give someone a lap dance. he laughed slightly, nodding his head. “will do,” he replied, turning then so his back was facing the male and began to let the music move him, swaying his hips and running his hands down his body. he turned to the male then, slowly straddling him and lifting himself so he could move his hips an yet teasingly not grind down on the male. even now after working as a stripped for the time he had he still blushed everytime he got close to a customer like this. skillfully he moved his legs to flip himself around, back now facing the man and slowly running his hands down the angel’s legs, presenting his ass to him for a moment before pushing himself back up again. “like what you see?” he hummed teasingly.

the male was young in his years, and it showed not only in appearance but in how he spoke and acted. The fun thing about taking on someone with a young mind was that they were much more easily susceptible and open to seduction and being toyed with. Their lack of experience made them hungry and far more innocent than they usually liked to admit. Resting his arms atop the couch, Mal knew he would have to call on some patience while the sweet boy danced. Yet his eyes did not miss a beat or a sway. Licking his lips, Malakai didn’t think he could keep his plans for the youngster to himself for very long. He could already feel his jeans tightening in the crotch area. Grinning devilishly, he slowly nodded. “Yes kid. In fact I like it so much that this is just going to be the warm up, if you catch my meaning.” He tilted his head just a little, before giving the boys shorts a small tug. “How about you take that off, hmm?” 

…

“As I assumed.” He didn’t seem like the type to only look at something that he found interest in. When he spoke, she laughed. “Malakai? How villainous sounding.” It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a name that she heard very often. “Mm.” Ji-ji took a step forward. “– what a good citizen you are. Taking the initiative.” She was taunting him, knowingly, despite her innocent and playful demeanor. The dragon was reading him, learning how to play him best. 

“Ah-ha, you’ve never been there when I’m there, apparently.” She could think of one or two faces that would miss her. Ji-ji began walking, and her eyes took in the city. They’d cleaned it up quite nicely considering the buildings that she’d crashed and torn down. 

It was common knowledge to most who had encountered Mal, that he took what he wanted. Without hesitance, apology or question. Sure he sometimes could play nice, allow the chattel the illusion of being given a choice in the matter. Yet if they failed to come along, he had no problem using force. His eyes flashed with a cold darkness at her comment. “Indeed. Though you get to decide if thats who you want me to be in your story sweetheart.” While the words might be a tiny bit teasing, they were for sure plenty threatening too. Her taunting comment only received the smallest arch of an eyebrow from him. It was subtle of her, yet not going unnoticed. 

“Oh I have, but I promised to keep my distance.” He calmly replied with a small shrug, falling in to step with her, glad that his house was only two blocks walk. They arrived there soon enough, and the angel opened the door, nodding for the dragon to step inside. 

…

“– and you could easily work elsewhere.”  He was a handsome creature. An angel, but so devilish. More than her other boss, that was.  She watched as he circled her, like a shark circling a seal. Though she was not as defenseless. “Ji-Ae. But most people call me Ji-Ji.” The dragon smiled brightly, ever the playful one. Even if she was sometimes fatal. She could practically feel his restraint curling off of him. It took a lot for her not to bite him. The urge was there. 

She made a face, as if she was considering where she wanted to or not, though she knew that his question was really a statement. 

“I suppose. Though I’m due at L’Enfer in about twenty minutes.”

“I could.” he quietly agreed, his eyes lingering on her finely shaped behind, taking stock of her long dark locks. Wishing to draw the line of those plump lips. “But I won’t.” His friend had always boasted of what a looker she’d become while in his care. He wasn’t wrong, though Mal had thought her beyond desirable the first time he saw her. Of course, she hadn’t seen him. He’d always been out of sight, and then shown pictures of course. “Ji-Ji.” he sounded out her name, coming to a stop in front of her. “I’m Malakai.” His smile inviting, yet mysterious. 

It was cute, her pretending she had a choice, pointing out that she was due back. The angel shrugged it off, determination clear in his deep blue eyes. “I’ll text them the details and payment. You won’t be missed.” He gestured for her to start walking, curious to see if she was going to resist, or not. 

… It wasn’t uncommon for Ji-Ae to find someone that was of interest to her. She would sometimes stare. Other times, she was less interested in the person and more so lost in whatever thought that she found herself in. This one spoke. A brow quipped up, and her dark eyes found his face. “No. Only looking.” Window shopping, sort of – funny, considering she’d just finished a shift at Eliza’s flower shop.

 Ji-Ae was one of the least trusted chattel in the city, considering the amount of destruction that she caused. But her escort was late. How booooring.

The girl had beautiful features, he had to admit. A bit rare too, which did make her more than a little intriguing. Even if it did seem as if she wasn’t really looking to get into something, she’d made the mistake of piquing Mal’s interest. And he wasn’t so easily dissuaded. “And now I’m looking.” he said with a curious smile, stepping closer to the Asian beauty. “Whats your name girl?” The fallen angel asked, slowly stepping in a small circle around her, taking in every detail, barely restrained enough to keep his hands to himself. That nearly white skin of hers was gorgeous, made him want to see and feel it, wondering what nice a blush it would get when spanked. 

“Interested in a night off?” Asking was more of a courtesy really. 

Subtlety had never been a strong suit of Natasha’s, and she was a bit surprised that it took him as long as it did to say something. She smirked a little, when he finally did address her, and she cocked a brow right back at him. “I’m sure you can,” she said, chuckling a little bit, shrugging her shoulders. “But, I suppose we could start with introductions, for now.”

Mal wasn’t the kind to keep ignoring someone, especially not when in public or without a cause. The woman came across as bold and just a little bit suggestive, which made the fallen angel grin a bit crookedly. “Color me intrigued.” he responded, taking steps to close most of the distance between them. “I suppose we can. I’m Malakai. Who might you be goldie locks?” he asked, meeting her gaze head on. 

Mercy had seen him from across the room and she hadn’t been very subtle in her watching him. Heaven was filled with stories, from the stories of earth and about the angels that had fallen. Malakai was one of the angel’s she remembered hearing stories about. While the angel didn’t approach him herself, she knew that she was staring more than necessary. When he spoke, she jumped, almost startled that she’d been caught though she shouldn’t have been. “It’s just…” she trailed off for a moment before moving closer. “I’ve heard stories about you for a very long time. From home,” she explained. Since arriving in the city, she had learned that the title of fallen angel could mean many things but she wasn’t sure until she met them. 

She had been warned that with the festival, her powers would start to mellow out until it was over with.  Emerson decided to use it to her advantage while she could and taste a bit of everything that the party goers had to offer. Once it was switched off, she knew that a familiar ache would make her crave this or someone to fulfil it. At home, she could have Coco but the festival made her mistress seem so busy and she didn’t want to interrupt her. The taste of something else was exciting to her as well. 

As the man turned back, Emerson held up his wallet, relinquishing it without resistance. It was his after all and she was happy to return it. “Happy to help. It would have been dreadful if you lost it,” she replied with a small smile. This one had an energy about him, want that she wanted to drink in until she was filled to the brim. She didn’t discourage the way he looked her over, even straightening up and pushing her shoulders back. “It would be rude to turn down such a sweet offer,” the succubus hummed, taking a step closer. “Thank you, I’d love a drink.” Something told her it would be more fun to drink with him than the other party goers. 

The fallen angel had spent his entire life since being created knowing and believing he was a superior being to the humans. Walking among them, even though he knew they were enslaved and to be used as other, stronger beings had their say, he still thought they were bottom feeders. Creatures to be used as bait and food, to break and toy with, but who eventually could only fullfil their purpose by dying. Luckily he also knew that this city was filled with demon creatures and fallen ones like himself. Worthy beings who he could spend time with. That was after all why he had decided to stay for a while. To make himself allies and confidantes. Not to mention, to have fun. 

The young blonde did deserve some compensation for her trouble and kindness. It was the kind of gesture he himself could only feign and act out, not one he would have done inspired by anything within his own heart. And while his strength might be waning, some of his senses were still more than his human vessel. He could feel the pull oozing from her. The way his body responded not just out of selfish desire, but because of what she was. Succubus? He was fairly certain. As it were, she didn’t seem to mind his interest, and he was happy to take advantage of that. “Yeah? Feel free to tell me if there is something else I can offer you as well.” he said, openly flirting now with his smile turning charming. “This way then miss. I’m Malakai.” he said, gesturing in the direction of a decent place he knew, introducing himself at the same time. 

silas had been lucky to have a busy night at the club, he had gotten a few private dances but was mainly on the public stage, but it wasn’t strange when he was requested for a private dance again. he had simply nodded and went to go freshen up a bit, making sure still smelled good and still looked as good as he had before his shift started. he smiled as he was acknowledged when he walked in the room, running a hand through his hair. he had recognized this one as one of the men that had talked to him earlier. “hello again, handsome,” he hummed, carefully walking over to him. all he had on was lacey underwear, a skimpy pair of boyshorts that were his favorite pair of underwear. “decided you wanted something more.. personal?” he questioned, walking over to him after clicking the button on the stereo to play music. 

Mal often liked to move around in the big locale, taking in the atmosphere, getting a good view of all the talent moving about. He wasn’t particularly picky, liking a bit of both this and that, but he usually followed his mood of the night. Tonight he’d known intuitively from the very moment he stepped inside the club that what he wanted tonight was a male to play with. Yet what he’d spent some time deciding on was what type. While it was fun to pick the feisty ones once in a while, he very much enjoyed toying with the willing, submissive ones who lived off praise and attention. Setting eyes on the dark haired beauty from before, he smiled invitingly, tilting his head with a curious look as the boy came closer. “Oh yes indeed I did. Show me what you’ve got kiddo.” he said, winking and leaning back on the couch to watch the show he was about to get. 

Immediately, Dexter was growling at the man. He hated being called a pup by strangers– they used it as a method to beat him even further down than he already was. “Don’t call me pup– I ain’t a fuckin’ pup.” He was stepping closer to the man. It was probably a fight he would lose, but Dexter was never one to cower away. “I’d watch where you are fucking going.” He responded before he was pushing his hands into the man’s chest to shove him back and away.

Wickedness glinted in Mal’s eyes in response to the werewolf growling. Now that ferociousness was what he wanted to see more of. And he had of course suspected that using dog-related words would piss the other one off further. “Yeah? You’re acting like one. All whiny. More bark than bite. Do you know how to bite pup?” Malakai asked, staying his ground as the proximity between the two shrunk considerably. As the dark haired seemed to be making up his mind. The game was on, and the angel was more than ready. The shove forced Mal to step back, though he quickly moved forward, swinging his fist against Dexters jaw. “And I’d watch my damn mouth if I were you, dog.” 

    It was a piss poor day. That’s really all that Dexter could say. The one thing he got to himself was the ability to work on cars in peace, when that was broken– well that put him into a right piss poor mood. That on top of being completely out of cigarettes and not feeling like begging for more. He was about ready to punch a wall. Instead, he was headed back from work with the full intention of just sleeping it off. Only– he found himself colliding into someone and his anger immediately boiled up. “Me? What about you? You weren’t fucking in my way a second ago so clearly you did it on purpose.” He snarled.

This was part of the course with Malakai. Since the moment he had stepped foot on earth, he had preoccupied his time toying with the beings around him. But what was so liberating about earth as opposed to Hell was that he could be much more creative, involve more people, and keep the game alive for longer. He might not have his angel strength or abilities right now, but he could still spot a tired soul. An easily provoked soul. Like this feisty male right here. His response made the angel grin inwardly. “Excuse me? What the hell are you insinuating, pup?” he asked with a threat in his voice, ninety percent sure he’d gotten the species right. Purposefully, Mal stepped closer to the other, using his hand to push against his chest. “I’d watch that tone if I were you.” Now if that didn’t get him swinging, then perhaps he’d have to swing first? Time would tell. 

What tipped him off was the slight, easy to miss rustle of the branches. Getting to his feet and looking up, he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes. “Did you steal my candy girlie?”