Blood and Circuses

“Change that ‘or’ into an ‘and’ and then you’ll have your answer.” Dash teased the other with a cheeky grin as he looked at the other man. “Ohhhh three and a half days. My bad. You’re obviously the poster child for self-control.”

“And I didn’t get to come?” he asked, eyes wide and tone playful. “You’re so mean. I was bored the last few days and could have used something to do.” Puffing up his chest, he struck a proud pose. “Of course I am. You’re looking at the god of discipline.”

“Good, good….Got a new apartment, so busy trying to restock it.” The human admitted with a chuckle and a nod of his head. “And what about you? Still hitting the strip clubs every three days?” Dash asked the other curiously.

“Restock it with men or furniture? Or men as furniture?” He grinned, laughing. “Me? I’ve been keeping myself busy. Gotta work. I’ll have you know I have my need to strip clubs very much under control. It’s three and a half days.”

“Oh…Well this is awkward,” Dash chuckled as he looked up. He had just bumped into the other man while he was looking down at his cellphone, and realized that the face seemed a bit familiar. “Didn’t I screw you at the club a few nights ago?” Dash asked with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yea, probably,” Kikei laughed. There were a lot of trysts he had and he hardly made it a point to remember them all. What was the point of that? “So, how’ya been?” he asked, leaning on the nearest wall. There was so much that had happened since he had last seen the other man.

Dash grinned when the other asked what he would say in response. “I would say that bring pleasure is my business, so perhaps we should discuss a partnership for tonight?” Dash flirted with a playful wink as he looked at the other man, his hands moving towards his shoulders and beginning to do a relaxful massage.

“As long as I don’t have to get up,” the fae laughed, relaxing against the chair under him. “Sounds like a deal.” If he had to, he would move, but he was more inclined to just sit and let things happen. Damn vampires and their lack of self control. It really was annoying sometimes.

Keeping his dark wings folded tight against his back, Brennus rolled his shoulders as he looked down at the crumpled form of the human on the sidewalk before him– well, he wasn’t directly in front of the siren. There was a bit of police tape keeping him back; but he was still lingering a bit close. “It’s a pity, really.” He mumbled as he looked down at the wasted meal. Taking a sudden step back, his eyes flicked up to zero in on the stranger rounding the corner– his body flexed and ready to push him off the ground if he needed a quick getaway from an arrogant cop ready to point fingers– but he settled when he realized it was just another average civilian. 

“They should have considered a leash, don’t you think? It certainly wouldn’t have saved it from… whatever happened, but at least it would have been closer to it’s master’s side.” Oh, right. Brennus considered human’s to be it’s that should, at best, be treated like pets; and he clearly didn’t think it was necessary to hide that. “Was it yours?” He questioned with mild curiosity, and a subtle lick of his lips, as he glanced back down at the deceased. “If so, I’m sorry for your loss. I doubt you’ll get anything for it in this state.” Which he had no hand in; none whatsoever.

There was very little Kikei liked doing that didn’t involve a little violence. Stalking along and listening to police scanners was a great way to insert himself into whatever was going on, which was how he found his way toward the dead human roped off by the police tape. Humming softly to himself, he moved closer, ignoring the other man near the body. Crouching down beside dead person, he lifted up one hand and let it flop to the ground. He was having a good amount of fun doing it over and over, giggling to himself.

Finally, he noticed the other man standing there. “Kinky, ain’t ya?” he laughed, glancing down at the body again. “Leashes are very cute and kind of fun. You into that stuff ‘cause I’m free for the rest of the day.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Nah, it’s not mine. Not my type, but I’d take it home if the thing wasn’t going anywhere else.”

“Oh, you want me to convince you to buy me one? What, my pout isn’t enough of one?” He mused as he playfully pushed out his bottom lip to melodramatically pout as he kept his blue eyes on the man beside him. “Okay,” he mumbled with a shrug as he let his lips pull back into a more natural smile, “what usually convinces you to do things? I know that’s not fair to ask, but people are so different asking me to pick the right strategy is like asking me to find a needle in a haystack– or whatever that old human saying is.” He teased with a shrug. “What do you like? Begging? Big displays– like having me dance on the bar, or run around crying like a baby and bothering everyone at their tables until it makes you laugh? You want a blowjob? I could give you the joint I was saving for later…. what’s your poison, man?”

“If I got convinced by a cute, pouty face then I wouldn’t have any money,” he laughed, “that’s the difference between me and the other people who might buy you drinks. Well, that and so many other things. It’s weird to explain.” The fae hummed. “Nothing about life is fair so why would this be?” His brow raised at ‘old human saying’. “Are you not human?” he asked, interested. His head rocked side to side as he listened to the list of activities the man could perform. “While a blowjob sounds great, I’ll see about getting one of those out of you later. What I want is someone to talk to. I like secrets and you look like the type that gets told a lot of stuff. Give me something good and I’ll get you any drink you want.”

Henry usually took the abuse from others without blinking. He’d been trained to do so, and found that it better aided him if he just took whatever people threw at him.

This night, however, Henry’d had it. He was standing outside of the bar, having a cigarette, minding his own god damn business when someone thought it would be a good idea to come on to him. He knew he was an Omega, he knew that other wolves and some other supernaturals saw him as vulnerable. But as the man’s hand wrapped around his arm, Henry yanked his arm away, “Stop!”

Kikei liked observing, like watching people go about life and, more than that, liked inserting himself into things. He had flown up to a roof overlooking a parking lot and was happily staring at a nifty little scene unfolding before him. Sure, he had seen lots of this sort of interaction before and had never done anything to help, but he was hungry now and was really hoping that if he pretended to be a good person, he would get some pizza out of it. With that thought in mind, the fae grinned as he found some ivy growing up the side of one building. With careful motions, he wound it around the offender’s leg and yanked backward.

Hopping down from the roof, he waltzed over to the other man, the one not currently tied up. “Hm, playing the white knight isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. So, you good now?”

Making his way into a bar, after meeting with one of his buyer’s in the parking lot, Tomas pushed his loose hanging tank-top out of the way as he absentmindedly scratched his chest. Walking up to the bar, he pulled his hand out from under his shirt as he dropped his elbows down onto the bar-top. He was going to order himself a drink rather than going home to drink by himself… but apparently that was harder than he thought. Since he couldn’t seem to order a drink for himself, he was about to give up when he noticed a man a bit further down from him standing by himself; and he was handsome, but more importantly he had a drink.

Pushing off from his spot at the bar, he sauntered over to the other with a playful smile. “So are you going to buy me a drink, or are you going to make me beg?” He was a bit presumptuous, but what was the harm in that?

Kikei had gone into the bar to rest a bit. There were too many dumbasses at work and he needed something to pretend they didn’t exist. That was truly the point of going to bars, well, that and finding people. The fae’s eyes moved over the assembled men, glancing around at each one before moving on to the next in search of someone to entertain him. So far, he wasn’t having much luck and, by the time he had reached his third drink, he was very tipsy- the consequences of being short and small- and was about to head home.

However, a grin spread over his face when the other man came over to him. “You gonna do something to convince me to get you one?” he asked, thinking along the lines of something funny, but he would not turn down sexual.

“I don’t believe in revenge.” Daniel shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was a very soft person. He couldn’t really help that, but he knew he needed to work on it before someone used it against him. “Let’s watch some bad comedies, I guess.”

“That is a very strange way to go through life. Revenge is fun and a truly great motivator.” Kikei had done some of his best work out of spite and revenge. It was wonderful. “Cool, then I’ll set you up with...” he paused, thinking, “what about Vampires Suck?”

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He was nervous and exhausted a the same time. His limbs felt like dead weight however the rushing in his head made him feel like his brain would burst through his skull at any given moment…

And over what? Something he had done a million over? He shook his head looking at the person before him and then back to his ‘blood letting tools’… He really didn’t need those anymore did he? Joesph thought still punishing himself for the accident lead to his turing.

“So how would you like to start?”

Kikei had no clue how the universe had decided here was the place he needed to be, but he wasn’t going to complain. “You know, I’m usually on the draining end of this,” he fae laughed, dragging a chair over so he could sit across from the man. His eyes moved to the tools. “Gotta say, you’ve got a good set up here.” He was a little bit jealous. When he allowed vampires to drink from him, it was generally hard and fast, a bite on his wrist. Getting such tools was hard.