dangerous.

Not like you are wrong, sweetie, he thought, smiling sweetly, fingers still moving over reporter’s skin. He titled his head, expression turned into more playful one. “Only a story?” he asked, one hand slowly moving to cup the side of man’s face, thumb softly caressing his lips, almost not touching them, before taking it away, returning to the previous position. “Well, maybe that my name is Seth and I would love to hear you saying it?” or scream or moan, not like incubus was that picky on that field. “Or maybe even get to knows your name? Other than that…”the blonde smiled, standing on his toes (damn, okay, he didn’t realize how tall the other exactly was,) and hover closely, licking his own lips again, tongue catching lightly on brunet’s lips as well. He backed off to look into his companion’s eyes, smiling at him playfully, almost challenging him to come closer. “… I’m more into action than words.”

“Ah...” Parker’s mouth was slightly open again as the other was barely touching his lips, every inch of his skin tingling in the best (and worst?) way possible. His heart was racing and he had to wonder if the blonde could hear it. “Seth.” He let the name easily roll on his tongue, the sound coming out more as a whimper than anything. “It’s...a pleasure to meet you, Seth. I-I’m Parker. Parker Rose,” he said, returning the smile. His cheeks were absolutely flushed when he felt Seth’s tongue, and Parker tried to lean in when Seth pulled away. At that, he couldn’t take it--it was as if an entirely different force had taken over Parker, and he wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist to pull him in quickly, his lips crashing against the other. 

The werewolf narrowed her eyes, sensing that something was off with Parker but not having the tact to approach it. Instead she shrugged and jumped up on his desk, sitting down on it with her legs dangling over the edge. “Lots of writing? The papers been crazy…and the police. Everyone’s saying it was wolves.” She paused, not sure how much Parker knew about the supernatural and not wanted to sound like some lunatic. “I’m cool,” she replied, “I left the party before anything happened,” more like she couldn’t remember where she was, “how are you though? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

Parker bit onto his lip once again, stroking through his hair with his hand. “Uhm. Y-yeah, wolves...” He looked at Cecelia, swallowing down the lump that was in his throat. “Cece, I don’t think...they were actual wolves,” he finally said, his voice down to a whisper so that his co-workers wouldn’t overhear. They were already sick of him going on and on about his conspiracy theories. “They were way too big, too powerful to be just regular wolves.” He sighed before he turned to grab the vase of flowers he received. “These were from Dorian,” he told her, frowning. “He duped me, queenie. You were right--I...I should’ve stayed away...”

She stopped once she heard the urgency in his voice, the way he looked at her with such a pleading gaze. He had been duped by the man as well, it seemed. Her eyes drifted to the flowers on his desk, heat flooding her cheeks. “Okay, okay. I’ll–I’ll help.” Kaia moved back so she was closer to him, he looked as shaken as she felt, though she was unsure what he’d fully done or if he’d revealed some of his insanity to him as well. “He showed me these… Books. He had these books and talked about how he needed a life for a life. And then he spoke to me and he told me…” She felt sick to her stomach, remembering his exact words. “Kill dozens under a full moon. A full moon like tonight.” She mimicked, remembering the blood and the smell of death in the air. “A-And then he brought in those… Those things. And they killed so many people.”

Incubus smiled with amused, raising a brow and watching the man tripping over his words in the chase to explain himself. Oh my, you adorable creature, I’m gonna love to ruin you, he thought with satisfaction, lazy caressing brunet’s skin with slightly cold fingers. Seth pulled at him a little more, delighted by his blush and words. “Thank you,” he purred, raising another hand too, slowly moving them both to somehow embraces reporter’s neck, tips of fingers drawing vague marks on the nape. “It’s always good to hear a compliment from an attractive person,” he sends him a charming smile. Showing interest was all about small gestures, and blonde didn’t hesitate to use them; he let his eyes drop for a moment to brunet’s lips, wetting his own with a tip of the tongue, before looking him in the eyes again. “Reporter, hm? That’s - aside from my look - makes you follow me? Looking for something specific?” he asked in a smoky voice, intrigued. Playing was fun, but it seems that he could find more interesting things in this one. Plus, it was always to knows somebody who actually has his fingers on the pulse of the city. Useful and fun, one of his favorite combinations.

Parker couldn’t help but lean into the cold touch, eyes fluttering shut briefly and his mouth slightly agape. There was a shiver that was sent down his spine from the way the other man was handling him, touching him. It was definitely a sensation he hadn’t felt before, even considering the amount of people he’s been with. “Me, attractive? Please. I’m...nothing compared to you,” he said, returning the smile. He noticed the second the blonde had his eyes on his lips. “Hmm, not really. Just looking for a story, is all--if there is one.” He grinned, finding his face just mere inches from the other. “Is there anything I should know? Anything you want to tell me?”

Cecelia bounced into the offices of the Wallcord Daily with her usual peppy attitude. Everyone else seemed glum, or hectically writing articles. Despite being royally pissed at what happened, she was good at hiding everything under her attitude. She’d been doing it for years. 

She bounced up behind Parker, Chinese take-out in her hand as she tapped him. “Woah–” she laughed, “calm down there, spider man. It’s just me.” She sighed and placed the take-out on his desk, “what’s up with you? I thought I’d bring food by since your busy writing about the wolves or whatever. Oh, yeah, and you’re welcome by the way.”

Blinking once, twice, Parker shook his head, refocusing on his friend. “Oh. Hey, queenie,” he greeted, but his voice wasn’t the usual chipper or happy tone it took when he was around Cecelia. His eyes briefly glanced at the bag of food and he didn’t even feel like he had an appetite. “Ah, thanks, Cece. It’s just...yeah, it’s been crazy today.” He bit onto his lower lip, wanting to tell her about Dorian, but he didn’t want her to worry. It was his job as the older one to worry about her and protect her. “What about you? How’re you holding up?” he asked. 

“Uh… Hi?” Kaia gave a small wave, not really sure why she was here but she knew deep down that her feet had led her here for a reason. And that being was the man behind the terror from this weekend. “Yes, you can. You… You work here. And you can help me.” She swallowed thickly, knowing she was either making a new ally in this whole mess or potentially setting herself up for another surprise murder party. Please God, don’t let it be the latter. “I think I know how he murdered all of those people.” Dammit. She didn’t think. She knew. She just didn’t know how to tell that she knew without exposing herself and what she was. Fuck. She hadn’t thought this through. “On second thought… Nevermind. You look busy… I’ll just–Let you be.”

Luckily, he found a note attached to the flowers, and he read it and--oh. His heart sank to the very pit of his stomach. His hands started to shake, and he glanced around, suddenly paranoid. He crunched up the small card and shoved it into one of the desk drawers, just as he startled by a voice from behind him. 

“O-oh! Yes? Hi, uh...” He turned around, his heart racing. “C-can I help you?”

[Left on Parker’s desk at the Wallcord Daily]

I had a wonderful time with you at my party. Hope to see you again soon. The party gave you quite the story, didn’t it?

Incubus’ lips formed a small smile at the compliment, cold eyes watching each move of the man attentively. While his ego all swell, his more calculating side, that one that often gets him out of many consequences of his actions, nudged at him. “That’s the sweetest thing I heard all night,” he said in a smoky voice, his hand reaching slowly to man’s chin. He touches him softly, gently turning brunet’s head to face him. “And yet, you are so quick to look away,” he teased, blue hues bore in man’s eyes. Seth let himself to reach to his companion’s emotions, at last to these that were on the surface. In the end, the sweetest compliments often hide the worst intention, he knows it, using them on right and left.

A small gasp fell through Parker’s lips when he felt the other man touching his chin, making his hazel eyes stare into those blue ones. “I...” Parker felt his cheeks becoming warm. It wasn’t like him to fluster so easily around people he was attracted to, not when he was looking for something, but for some reason there was something about this man. “It’s just...uhm, they’re really pretty,” he managed to say. “You’re really pretty, actually. I was, uh, following around certain people at this party, including you. I-I’m a reporter, so that’s...that’s why I was following you initially.” He didn’t know what overcame him to tell this guy his true intentions, but he couldn’t help it. “Although, you are beautiful.”

Melisande was handed a glass of whiskey. She didn’t bother sniffing it as she took a drink. The flavour was indescribable. Without trying to hide it, the girl spat it back on the clear glass and gently put it back on a passing waiter’s tray. A stranger came up to her and she remembered that thing about “do not take anything from a stranger”, but that rubbery taste of “liquor”. She had to get rid of it. She took the cupcake and bit into it. She smiled at the sweetness. “Thanks, mister,” she said. “You should try the steak over there! You can ask the man in white to cook it for you!” 

Parker grinned, folding his arms over his chest. “Thanks, sounds delicious--I’ll stop by that table later,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I was actually hoping to speak to you.” He kept his distance, only not to spook her. “Rumor has it you have some kind of relationship with the HexCorp CEO--are you two buddies or...something more?” He then let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Parker. Parker Rose. Reporter for Wallcord Daily.” 

Cece: As long as we agree that I'M the hot one

Cece: OH GOD I just threw up. yuck. I mean. he's rich and hot, but a total creep. Please don't tell me you plan on flirting with him

Cece: parker, parker, parker. This is why you're single...I say, as I too, am single

Cece: We can die along together then.

Parker: i suppose i can do that

Parker: ...maybe i have already been flirting with him for the past 10 minutes. don't look at me like that, i see you. i'm just trying to get some info! but also, i need to get laid.

Nosy. Annoying–but necessary. Dorian had a plan, and there might have been a spot for Parker to fit into it. “You’re a hero,” Dorian answered, not bothering to cover his interest. Parker Rose was, among many things, attractive. “Ah,” he laughed, a deep and honest sound. Parker Rose was amusing as well. “I’ve been found out, haven’t I?” He teased back, “I am such a big fan after all. And you must forgive me for being a little Gatsby and throwing this party just to see you.”

Parker was smirking at him now, amused by how easy it was to wrap this guy around his finger. Surely he had something to hide, something to possibly get off of his chest if Parker was just a little closer? “I knew it,” he said, practically purring in his words, his hand reaching out to slowly rest it on the other’s chest. “Well--you have my attention. Something you'd like to tell me, Mr. Davenport?”

Cece: Okay so you're the badass investigative journalist and I'm what? the hot one?

Cece: There's lots here! This guy's loaded. I'm going to have more.

Cece: I'm going to pour wine into my eyes to cleanse me of this sin. I'm going to show that text at your wedding and watch you get dumped right at the altar

Parker: obviously, queenie. there always needs to be the hot one.

Parker: slow down, jeez. the guy IS pretty loaded, though...in his pants... 🤤

Parker: please, you know i'm full of sin for quite a while now. and joke's on you, i'm never getting married!