Mutant and Proud

Colin Donnell

A gentle hum of pleasure rippled through the dragon as he caught the eye of the dancing man.  Ah… he wanted to play games.  That much was obvious as the other proceeded to ‘amp up’ his moves.  Ty watched with no attempt to hide his attentions as the younger man began to dance in earnest.  Green energy trailed from his hands, tracing the movements of a lover’s touch and accentuating each curve, each swirl of movement, inviting the dragon’s blood-red eyes to follow where they pleased.  And yet, the man’s own eyes never strayed from Ty’s.  The dragon grinned, tilting his head as if deciding.

Normally Ty didn’t exact too much effort over people.  Either a person wanted him, or they didn’t.  This one… obviously did.  But it seemed he wanted Ty to work for it.  There were plenty of others here that the dragon wouldn’t have to exert himself over to get them into his bed… but there was something about the other man… the way he smirked… the way he acted like he knew he was worth it.  Ty found himself curious.  Was it all an act?  Those glowing green eyes challenged him to prove himself… prove his worth.  But how?  Ty could offer any number of things - prestige, material wealth, fantastic sex, drugs.  Which would impress his potential partner the most?  

Ty’s eyes darted to the other’s dance partner.  He didn’t typically have any interest in being aggressive when someone wasn’t already his, so that option was out.  What few clothes and jewelry he had on - all designer - would only impress someone who knew what to look for.  Also out.  His eyes went back to the way the man moved…  With a smirk of his own, the dragon stepped onto the dance floor and moved towards the green-haired dancer. Others tried to draw his attention, swaying and gyrating, hands teasing over shimmering scales, but he kept his eyes firmly on the one he wanted.

Maybe the other’s partner had noticed what was happening, maybe he hadn’t.  Ty didn’t care and didn’t spare the blond even a single look.  At the last minute, instead of stepping between the green-haired man and his partner, Ty slipped behind him, hands reaching out to settle (not quite possessively) on the other’s hips.  His grip wasn’t hard - there was room for the other to pull away as Ty leaned in and (in a tone just audible over the bass of the music) murmured, “Whatever kind of night you were planning on having, I can make it better.” Perhaps not the ‘proof’ the other seemed to be asking for.  But Ty was confidence-incarnate.  This was how he did things.  It was who he was.

Ty’s hands drew Cam’s body to a brief halt, and his hips instinctively arched into Ty’s touch. The pause was barely a beat and Cam returned to his sway, now letting his hips grind teasingly back towards Ty. Only just enough friction to make him want more. 

Cam’s prior companion had given up almost as soon as Ty had arrived, and he faded into the light of Cam’s glowing hands, the trails of light that glanced over Ty’s visible scales. 

Alejandro knew by the taste of Cam’s fear that he’d gone too far… dug too deep.  But it was too late now.  He couldn’t back out… had to see this nightmare through to the end.  And so he stood with the child hiding in the closet and waited.  The sound of a gunshot made him jump, and then the young Cam was screaming… and Alejandro hated himself in that moment.  His body fed off of the fear… sating him… but also shaming him at the same time.  Then, before the nightmare had concluded - before he’d had his fill - the link wavered.  Around him the nightmare vanished, and there stood Cam - who seemed to SEE him!  Was that even possible?!  Alejandro had never known someone capable of acknowledging his presence, and yet…

Before he could muse on the possibility… or attempt to apologize for his intrusion, the pesanta felt his link with Cam sever (almost painfully) as he was ejected out of the younger man’s mind.  Stunned, Alejandro’s spectral canine form became corporeal, and before he had a chance to register what was happening the blankets from Cam’s bed had wrapped around him.  The pesanta could still escape, there was time to shift back and flee his makeshift prison… and yet… he made no move to do so.

It seemed they now both owed each other explanations… although he worried that he might not be forgiven for his intrusion.  Still, better to reveal himself now than to wait for the man to do something else with his powers.  Something unknown.  And so Alejandro shifted into his (hopefully) less threatening human form, took a breath to calm nerves he didn’t fully understand, and began to speak.

“Cam…”  He said the name clearly, uncertain if (after so long) his voice would even be remembered.  “I should have never…”  He paused briefly to reorganize his thoughts.  “I let my curiosity get the better of me and you have suffered for it.  Please believe that I am sorry.  Terribly sorry…  Perhaps we could discuss this face-to-face?”  Yes, escaping would be child’s play, but he wanted to give the younger man a choice first - offer a bit of trust.

Cam stared blearily at Alejandro as the sheets twisted around him, holding him tightly in place. 

“W-what... who...” he pushed himself up onto his elbow and used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew that face- but a more imposing question of what the hell just happened made it difficult to focus- and suddenly the realization caused the tension to ease from his brow. He was nervous, but far less threatened.

He snapped his fingers and the sheet relaxed, releasing Alejandro and returning to the limp cloth it’d been only moments before.