watching the cute man blush was a different kind of delicious. it curled around his stomach, warming him up from the inside and making him blush too, soft, mirroring the interest in zack's dark eyes. he liked him enough to think he could have even given up his time for free if it meant spending it with him.

"chris brookes," he repeated, even just to savour his name on his tongue. "fitting. a magnetic name for a very handsome man." he decided he would have got nothing if he didn't dare, and zack wasn't the kind of man who'd shy away. "would you want to know the name I use in private?" he wondered, hanging a little off his arm to look at him, cheeky smile popping on his tinted lips. then, a giggle escaped him. "I am only joking. zack is my name. people can pick and choose what to call me, though I am not picky when I'm working." nor it was his job to shame someone for wanting to project a fantasy onto him. his services covered that too.

oh he was a flirt. chris's small hints to appreciating crossing him made zack's stomach swirl with butterflies like he was a young boy just about to experience a first date. he sure did not feel that excited about a client in a long while. maybe ever.

"ow," he offered a playful pout at his words, "wouldn't you?" he bites on his index nail, looking up at him. "I promise I am very pretty, wet and ruined." it did not matter their intentions, he said it just to watch his reaction. just to see him blush. or to catch his breath break. or to see a glimpse of arousal in those pretty bourbon eyes of his. because he sure was completely enticed by him. and he hoped it showed. not because he was a whore, but because it was true. "you aren't boring." he offered. "in fact, you are surprising. the driving? we can fix. I am sure you'd like to drive around if you had someone to sit next to you to do it with. the radio playing loudly. we could sing to cyndi lauper." as if they were going to have a future. but zack was good at that, understanding people, giving them what they wanted... and maybe what chris wanted right now was to dream a little.

at his question, zack stopped on his tracks, forcing chris to follow him. he stepped in front of him, eyes chasing his gaze. "ok, we must fix something," keeping hold of chris's hand, he gave him a squeeze, daring to slide even closer, the other hand finding its place on his chest, right above where his heart would have been. "you can ask me anything and I promise I will offer nothing but honesty. does not matter if you are paying for my time, ok? though, that must be true for you too. deal?"

he then went back to their walking, encouraging chris to follow him with a head nudge. "my life is more unfortunate than exciting, I am afraid. I sure have many stories to tell, but knowing I work this block might tell you everything you need to know about me." and his reaction to that would have told him everything he needed to know about him.

The pause has Chris peering at him. Its a curious glance, surprised as his eyes widen at Zacks admission for them to talk to freely. It's as if they hadn't just meet each other on the wet pavements minutes ago. "Deal. I will tell you anything, and I want to know more about you." He says so honestly, so wanting and he is almost afraid that he might have kissed Zack right then and there. Maybe he should not have drank at that communion party he he had went too if he was going to be thinking up crazy things like this. He wonders what Zack must think of him, pressing up against him a bit and feeling close to where his heart is giving itself away. Chris also pins that, tries to push that back in his mind as well.

A small hum comes from the business man. He can't say he understands, he has heard of coworkers going out of their way to have interactions like they had but they usually end differently. "It must not be easy. I hope you haggle for good money. You should haggle me actually. You're…touching me." Chris squeezes his hand back, again. "But you look like you can handle yourself. Do you study martial arts or something? You could say Yoga and I would still be impressed by the way." Chris mutters, and he tires really hard to not imagine Zack bending different ways.

what was satisfaction for someone like him? nothing truly satisfied him anymore. not food. not sleeping. not sex. not even blood, which was what drove his entire existence. he did not care for a good book. he had no interest in conversing with strangers. the fresh scent of rain just before the downpour started did not get him to stop on his tracks to enjoy it. all the small life pleasures a human might treasure had been taken away by his immortality, stretching his possibilities not to a simple seize the day, but to infinity. he had heard it all, seen it all, been it all, what was left for him, now, but keep sitting there, watching the world changing around him? eternal spectator of a life he wasn't part of.

even this appetising human tempting him now was a mere reminder of anything he missed. anything he had already seen and that, at the same time, he'd never have. the blond was as sweet as candy and just in reach, ripe for the picking. in fact, takeshita had no intention to let him get away. not tonight. no. he needed something to cling to tonight.

and he did exactly that. the second he was given an in, he took it. the vampire moved forward, elegantly turning in front of the other, a hand closing around his throat, pulling him close to him. enough to lean in and give him a good sniff, tasting the intoxicating notes of his rich blood on his taste buds. "I do." he breathed deep, a satisfied grunt rolling out of his chest. "are we dancing around this? do you fancy me buying you a drink and getting you wrapped up in a meaningless conversation while I try to charm you and you inevitably fall for me and let me take you, or do you wish to cut to the chase?"

But now he's supposed to be a normal, free man. Who isn't scared stiff to not have a collar on. To offer a tired smile to the agent and accept the facial scan even though he could have turned it down per the sign. Why invite more conflict? If they're going to get caught, they're going to get caught.

He's waiting his turn for the body scanner, awkward without boots on and glad nobody's likely to question the few missing toes here, when he sees Take seem to freeze.

That's panic. He knows that. That means he needs to do his job and be the calm one for now rather than make it worse. He fights to manage direct eye contact with an agent before walking into the scanner and exhaling deeply while waiting on it to complete its cycle and let him out.

"Step here, sir- we need to wipe your palms."

Shit. Is it the blood on him? Will they catch that? He just grunts acknowledgement and follows instructions, letting himself be swabbed and hoping against all hope it's for explosives or other substances. He doesn't know. WHY doesn't he know? Why SHOULD he know?

It something he shouldn't worry about, Something he should tuck into the back of his brain but he can't. Kyle means something, obviously, and if he is here he can get to the bottom of it. Maybe it will be okay. Maybe Kyle will come along too. It's a foolish thinking pattern as he looks and looks and it's not hard to find said man situated in a secluded spot. Nerves bite and is able to make eye contact before they are finally face to face. When was the last time he has actually spoken to him? Seen him? "Why are you here?" He asks first, face scrunching up while Kyle seems to smile at him. "For you, silly. Why else?" The mans arms come to envelope him and Takeshita guard falls when he decides to tuck his nose into his shoulder and neck. It almost feels like home. Almost. Not quite. A storm is going through his stomach and his hands paw at the mans back, wet. He can enjoy this for a second though. "For me? You know I am leaving right? I'm not coming back to the family." He says it into his ear, and he feels Kyle tense a little. "I know, Take. I know." Which should be comforting. But its not. It's really not when he pulls away and Kyle holds on tight to his back, his arms, then his face. "You can change your mind. You can fix this."

Takeshita scowls. "Fix, what? I almost got killed and I think you—" Takeshita feels like he can't breathe, Kyle's eyes turning wide before he frowns. "Oh, Take. That wasn't from me." Its quick, but then Kyles hand moves and distracted he doesn't catch the needle going into his arm from the bottom. He hisses, trying to push, grab, something. "That was from me though." Kyle doesn't look the same, Takeshitas eyes warping and he stumbles back. "We are going to find you. And kill you. I thought you would choose correctly but it looks like you disappointed us. Again." Takeshita ears ring and he shakes his head. Okay, okay he needs to breathe and just stumble his way back to the seating area. "This is your final warning. Next time, it will be your head." The voice swims as Takeshita tries to follow the pattern on the floor. holding his arm as everything sort of turns into blobbed shapes. He doesn't know if he'll pass out, if he'll freak out or just stay distorted. This isn't good, not good at all. He should have known, and now he has a feeling he should have never left the mutt alone either.