Finn sat at a small table under the stage and watched the perfect burlesque lady as she wove through the feather fans and threw provocative faces at everyone below her. They all knew full well that there was a man hiding under the costume and cheered all the more enthusiastically at the exotic spectacle. Gabriel was obviously enjoying the role of the luxurious girlfriend as much as the light ladies putting themselves on display. The song ended and the golden burlesque dancer left. Finn was momentarily lost in his own thoughts as the club rang with the wild strains of guitars and dark bass. The vampire snapped to attention. He liked that kind of music. He looked above him and saw a woman - a real woman - performing enormous gymnastic creations on platform shoes suspended from a metal bar. She looked terrifying. Spikes glistened on the buckles of her shoes, and her torn stockings disappeared under her short pleated red and black skirt. The corset, the bold makeup, the hands studded with rings and strung with gloves, he liked it all so much. He watched as her hair bounced as she moved, more like plastic dreadlocks that gave the impression of a huge mane. It sent shivers down his spine. He had no idea why, except that her aesthetic was very flattering to his taste in beauty. He picked up the camera and took a few pictures. She noticed him, leaned down and motioned with her finger for him to come closer. He didn't hesitate, stood up and pointed the lens directly at her face. She stuck out her tongue and hypnotized him with her deep red eyes. Did she have contacts, or was she born with red eyes? He snapped them without thinking. She touched his nose briefly, then hung onto the bar and bounced off the ground to show everyone in the bar what a real show looked like. *** "Oh no!" Gabriel exclaimed, rummaging through his bag. "I forgot my money for tonight at the club." "Is that too bad?" wanted to know Finn. "I'm sure someone will steal it there. I'll have to go back there. Wait here for me for a minute, huh?" "Okay," Finn squeaked, barely audible, and sat down in the alcove under the stairs. He heard the click of the door. He stared out the window at the garden drowning in starlight and let his mind drift somewhere out of reality. He emerged from his torment and anguish, his consciousness merging with the universe for a moment. A moment of peace at last. He was snapped out of his reverie by the slamming of the door, followed by the click of claws against the floor that echoed through the room. That definitely wasn't Gabriel. Adrian froze in place for a moment and then sucked in a scent that immediately hit him in the nose. He glanced in the direction from which the grey eyes hidden behind the lenses of his glasses stared fearfully at him. The werewolf disappeared from Finn's field of vision for a moment, and after a moment, he approached him - now in human form - wearing only a pair of tartan trousers slung over his shoulders by green suspenders. He measured the vampire with suspicious eyes and sat down on the sofa opposite him. "What are you doing here?" He asked bluntly. "W-waiting. For Gabriel." "And why here?" Adrian pointed a finger at him. "Because he told me to." Finn shrugged. He tapped his feet nervously on the floor. Adrian leaned back, threw his feet up on the coffee table, and looked out the window at the sky. Finn couldn't resist. He searched his eyes against Adrian's body, which he hadn't had a chance to explore more the last time he'd had the chance. He probably wouldn't get a better opportunity, so he took an intrigued look at the slender figure. The athletic werewolf fascinated him with his body language. He never seemed to sit still. Even when he laid down in a basically comfortable and relaxed position, he still stretched his legs and tapped his fingers against the cushion of the couch. Long fingers of strong hands. The vampire couldn't enjoy himself for long though, for Adrian soon noticed his gaze. He frowned. "What are you staring at me for?" "Uhm..." Finn rubbed his hands together and shyly brushed himself off. He looked almost cute, and definitely not at all like a vampire. For someone who had been gifted with pure vampiric powers, he looked rather ridiculous. Pathetic. Adrian winced. "Well, what is it?" "I'm just… I'm so grateful you saved me," Finn changed the subject, preferring to avoid the embarrassment of admitting what he was really doing. Adrian waved his hand. "You don't have to keep bringing it up. You already thanked me." "Doesn't change the fact that…" "Look," Adrian interrupted, "give it a rest. I'm no hero, okay?" Finn gave him a long look, his eyes showing awe and resignation, the very emotions Adrian was trying to smother in him. He didn't want any attention. "I just admire you," Finn whispered. The werewolf took it as a joke and laughed gruffly, but as soon as the vampire rolled off the chair and onto the floor, he realized he wasn't joking. He was completely serious, and that threw Adrian off. The werewolf didn't want anyone groveling at his feet. Finn sat back on his heels in front of him, looking up at him with devotion and resignation. He placed his palm on the werewolf's knee. Adrian flinched at first, but then thought better of it. On one hand, he had to admit that the vampire looked like he belonged this way. Where his entire species belonged. "I'd like to thank you," Finn breathed shakily. "You already thanked me, dammit. Three times," Adrian growled, irritation evident in his voice. Finn straightened. "I mean really thank you," he whispered, reaching up so his head was in Adrian's lap. "No bloody way…" the werewolf huffed, grabbing the vampire by the hair and pulling him away. Finn groaned and narrowed his eyes. He was quite obviously pleased by the painful brutality, which made Adrian feel strange. Something animalistic made itself known. An overwhelming array of emotions stirred within him. Disgust and contempt, but on the other hand, curiosity and the urge to stomp the vampire into the ground. A nervousness caused by the uncomfortable proximity of someone who wasn't his mate gnawed at him, but at the same time a wild desire. Lust. The intoxicating feeling of power caused by Finn's gasp. An unusual thrill that frightened him terribly. Finally, he let go of the vampire and it landed face first on his stomach. He writhed for a moment, but then Adrian's hand grabbed his clothes and the werewolf lifted him up. He brought the vampire's face so close that his nose almost touched his. "So that's what you want?" he growled. "Hmm? You want me as much as him? Huh?!" He shook the vampire, who jerked his eyes from side to side in fear and nervousness before nodding. Adrian let go of him, causing him to hit the ground with a thud. "Come on then," came a dark voice. Carefully, he climbed onto his knees so he could reach up and lightly rub his face against Adrian's pants. He placed his right palm on the werewolf's knee and slowly moved it higher until finally his fingers slid where they needed to go. Finn bit his lip, playful but still very resigned. He was paying attention. Even as he unzipped Adrian's pants, he proceeded cautiously, almost like a doctor in surgery. He mustn't mess anything up, not a single movement, not a single touch. He watched for Adrian's reaction, but the werewolf showed little sign of it. He watched the vampire with a mesmerizing gaze, eyes glowing a deep green. His face didn't move even as Finn stuck out his tongue and reached his head closer to Adrian's penis. He tasted it at first, hesitating, but quickly gave on. His tongue was soon joined by his palm, and only after a few minutes, when he heard the werewolf gasp, did he slowly open his mouth. He tried. He did his best to please Adrian. The latter looked him scornfully in the eye as his dick disappeared down the petite young man's throat. The werewolf smiled smugly. He didn't know how often Finn did things like this, but he certainly had some experience. Such an obedient little vampire. Adrian stretched contentedly, shuddering a little. Finn smiled. He listened to Adrian's quickened breathing, feeling the heat and the subtle trembling of his body. He was seething, though outwardly he tried with clenched teeth not to show it. He seemed cold, which made the vampire try all the harder to get some sort of reaction out of him. Adrian tugged at the vampire's grey hair, pulling wildly to keep him from jerking away. Finn groaned muffledly. He inhaled in a sharp breath and tilted Finn's head to see his eyes. "Well, well," he breathed, "looks like you're good for at least something." Finn smiled contentedly, gratefully, taking advantage of Adrian letting him breathe. The werewolf placed his palm on the back of his head, surprisingly gently. He leaned forward. "Can you handle the whole thing?" He whispered. Finn hesitated, mostly because Adrian's concern had completely disarmed him. "Yes, yes, of course, yes," he promised whimperingly. Without hesitation, he swallowed the entire length, stayed for a moment, and then exhaled sharply, saliva dripping from his lips. He didn't hesitate any longer and let the exquisitely hard, throbbing penis thrust into his throat again and again, not caring that his breath was getting short. Adrian gripped his hair in his hand again. Excitement burned inside the werewolf as he kept the vampire's head more and more into his lap, craving his touch. The wildness, the passion, an animal instinct welled up inside him. He didn't recognize himself but this beast enchanted him. Finn tried to catch his breath. His heart pounded wildly as he saw the werewolf enjoying his doing. Obediently, he pressed closer and closer. As the grip on the werewolf's hand loosened, the vampire pulled away and sucked air into his lungs. "Mmmhm! Thank you," the vampire wheezed. "Thank you for letting me do this." The werewolf's lips parted into a smile. "Ha! My pleasure, vampire." More pressure on Finn's head. Gagging. Moans of both men. The werewolf's clenched teeth and muscles. Heat. "Don't you dare make a mess in here," Adrian growled, so terrifyingly that a shiver ran down Finn's spine. So amazing! He tried as hard as he could to carry out the order. The vampire was eager to obey and do everything he could to make Adrian happy. Anything for him. Absolutely anything, including swallowing hungrily and trying anxiously not to let a drop roll down his chin and fall to the floor. Adrian relaxed and stayed propped up for a few minutes before he recovered. Once his mind cleared a little, he smiled. "Wow," he breathed, "it's been so long..." "Huh?" The vampire lifted his head. "Since someone did this to you?" "No," the werewolf replied immediately. "Since I came." A moment of silence. Finn leaned against Adrian's knee, but couldn't bring himself to look up at him. "I've almost forgotten what it's like..." He paused and jerked, pushing Finn aside, and pulled up his pants. "Why am I even telling YOU! Tsk! Thanks for the favor," he said after he stood up. Finn licked his moist lips. Adrian's taste lingered in his mouth and his scent in his nose, and the vampire desperately tried to at least remember them as they inevitably had to wear off. He heard a cough. Then running water and finally the patter of bare feet on the stairs. Adrian walked away and the vampire remained sitting on the floor by the sofa until Gabriel returned. He considered sharing the experience with the drag queen, but Adrian probably wouldn't agree.