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Taking a long final drag of his cigarette he releases a slow exhale, smoke falling gracefully around him. Stubbing it out against the brick wall of the club, he makes his way into the crowded club. The dark club shines with flashing lights. The music forces the floor to jump as he stalks across it to the bar, sliding onto the stool his fingers drag against the sticky wood of the counter. He feels a slow sensual finger slide up his back before a hand rests heavy against his shoulder "hey pretty boy" a rough voice slurs.
Smirking Dennis spins on his chair to face the voice belonging to the body now pressed against him, hes attractive. Dark hair frames his face, gentle beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as his slightly red eyes squint at him. "Wanna dance with me?" he says in the same slur, words mumbling together barely understandable if i wasn't for Whitaker's peaked hearing. He smiles and grabs the drunk mans hand and tugs him to the floor, the man following him stumbled but resumes walking as soon as he rebalanced himself. Walking into the centre of the dance floor his damp hands contrast Dennis's freezing hand, sending a small chill down his spine.
Dennis's dark onyx jeans stick to his skin like they were painted on, his white shirt almost neon against the black corset making his waist look even smaller. He guides the mans hands around his waist as he sways gently to the music, the man follows his lead and sways along with him.
The man looks down at him and smiles with all his teeth "whats your name pretty boy?" his breath hot against the shell of Dennis's ear. In a teasing tone he replies "Dennis, what about you?" as he speaks he slides his hand up the mans chest to lay on his neck, his pulse rapid as the sound of rushing blood fills his ears. The taller man pushes Whitaker's head to face him and mummers "Noah" onto his lips.
Dennis slowly moves closer so his thigh his between the mans legs before moving his hips slightly faster as the music changes, looking up at Noah he sees that his pupils are blown wide and a soft blush is running down his neck leading onto his chest hidden slightly by his shirt. Swallowing Dennis rises on his feet and whispers softly into Noah's ear "want to take this somewhere private?". The man is already nodding before he finishes his question, Dennis steps away and slides his hand around Noah's waist to guide him out the building.
As they exit the club the harsh air hits them, coldness begins to seep into his skin under his thin shirt. Dragging the stumbling man alongside him he makes it to the uninhabited side of the club. He pushes Noah against the wall, hes sure the jagged edges of the brick must be cutting into his back. Not that he notices as he hauls Dennis into a crushing kiss.
He kisses back with dark intention, licking across Noah's lips to gain access. Pushing his tongue inside he smirks slightly as the high pitch gasp Noah lets out, gripping his hips he brings them flush to his. He slowly starts to kiss and lick his way down Noah's neck as he feels hips grinding against his, he licks at his pulse point and leans back feeling his fangs cascading down.
He looks up and see's Noah's gaze stuck on his teeth, eyes widening in unspoken fear, his hips slowly stopping their movements, he licks over them with his tongue before pouncing onto his neck. He feels his teeth puncture Noah's soft skin, barely registering the gasp of pain above him as he repositions his lips over the two holes he's made. Warm, thick blood fills his mouth as a groan slips from his throat, swallowing down his first mouthful he feels it glide down his throat. He can taste the alcohol in his blood, making his head spin slightly. He continues feeding blood from him until he feels the heavy body start to slump against him.
Forcing himself to pull away he licks softly at the puncture marks to aid them healing and looks down at the slumped man, hes gone pale. The darkness of his hair contrasts with his white, almost translucent skin. Dennis pushed him down against the wall and ensures hes sat up to articulate blood flow, the doctor in him never leaving even in night feeds. His routine, finding drunk men and leaving them drained enough to not remember the encounter. Blaming their lack of memory on to much alcohol.
Dennis stalks backwards from the side path and leaves Noah's body to wake up later, walking through the street he feels a slight buzz from the alcohol he obtained from Noah. He slowly makes his way back to his apartment, luckily this club is in walking distance. Unlocking his door he realises it almost four in the morning, thankfully Trinity is asleep. No doubt she will tease him in the morning for where he was all evening, he will make up a story about a guy he has hooked up with. Since she does not know he is with Robby he can get away with this lie. He rolls his eyes at the thought, she surly thinks he is some sort of slut. Though that is better then her actually knowing what he is. What he does.
Slipping into his room he sheds his clothes and gets into bed, despite his lack of need for sleep he is exhausted. As he begins to drift off his mind is filled with thoughts of Noah, how he will wake up tomorrow with no remembrance of Dennis and the nights events. He feels guilty knowing Noah wont remember, about how his roommate lives with a vampire. He thinks of Robby, his poor boyfriend who has no idea what he his.