Chapter 1
Micky stood in the corner of the room, the music too loud and the people too horny, but at least the alcohol is good. The club may not be the best place to find a lover, but it is a good place to find a victim. He looked around for someone to catch his eye as he absentmindedly swirled his drink in his hand, craving the feeling of blood coating his throat. The people here were average at best, trying too hard to get into someone's pants that they came off as desperate. Although looks didn't affect taste, it's nice to have something pretty to look at as the blood drains from their body into his.
He was about to take a drink of the vodka, eyes roaming the room, when he smelled it, a soothing smell that broke his mind away from the scent of alcohol and sweat. He pulled the drink away from his lips and began to walk towards it. The scent got stronger and the grip on his glass tightened as he got closer to the source. With one final hard shove, Micky managed to push through the pack of people and he saw him. His red hair lit up with blues and greens shining from the strobe lights around the club. He was straddling an old man, moving his body to the rhythm of the music. His mouth was open and eyes closed in what appeared to be bliss. Micky could see past the acting.
Micky continued to stare as the redheads' hands moved from the back of the couch to the back of the old man's neck, his pace never faltering. He watched at the man’s wrinkly hands reach up to the other’s hip, pulling down the side of his tiny gold shorts. The younger grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his hip and moving it to his naked chest, inviting the man to slide his hands down his abs.
The redhead opened his eyes, and they landed on Micky. Their gazes locked onto each other, and Micky could hear his breath hitch and see his fingers tightening their grip in the man's thinning hair. Micky took a sip from his glass, never breaking eye contact as he pushed away the small hint of jealously that spiked in his chest. He tipped back the glass for show, but it seemed to have the right effect, as the man's stare filled with want.
The ginger's speed picked up as he ground quicker on the man, trying to get the dance over with. Micky smirked. He liked to think that the man wished he was riding him instead of that wrinkly old shit. Filled with this thought and his growing hard-on, Micky walked over to the scene. He stopped mere inches away from them and grabbed the man's red hair, no regard for the person under him.
Micky pulled his head back and whispered, "You wanna keep grindin' on this ugly fucker or you wanna get in me?"
The man hummed as Micky's grip tightened briefly then let go. He immediately climbed off the man he was riding, ignoring his complaints as he went around the couch to Micky's side. Micky smirked and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the couches.
They managed to find their way to a private room and he slammed the door. Instantly, the music went from deafening to a quiet thump. The man's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were half-lidded in lust.
“You know that this is gonna cost you, right?” The man said, looking at him with a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Micky knew that if he really wanted to, he could just…convince the man to lower his price. He didn’t, though. Instead, for reasons beyond him, he took the bait.
“Oh yeah,” Micky said, pushing the man’s head to the side and leaned up to dig his head in his neck. “How much am I spending tonight?”
“However much you wanna honey, but the whole thing is gonna be 100 bucks.”
Mick rolled his eyes and said, “thought you’d be more than that.”
“That’s where the tips come in,” he laughed and slid his hands up the front of Micky’s chest.
Micky reached to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, digging for a $100 bill. The redhead pushed away his hand. “Pay me after.”
Micky shrugged and smirked “you wanna chit-chat more or do you wanna get on me?”
“Am I gonna have to fuck you without a name?” The man asked, sliding his hand up to lightly grip Micky’s throat.
"Fine then, what's your name, pretty?" Micky asked, blowing a hot breath onto the man's neck, mouthing kisses onto the skin.
"Ian," the man said, moaning and tilting his head back. He definitely wasn’t acting now.
Micky pulled away to look at Ian. His red hair was ruffled, eyes closed, neck back. Ian's face and shoulders were covered in light freckles that Micky wouldn't have been able to see if he weren't so close.
"Such a pretty name, I'm Micky," he said, eyes trailing over Ian's face as the redhead leaned back into the door. Micky grabbed his hair again and Ian moaned, bucking his hips towards the smaller man. "Aww, poor baby, do you need some help getting off, too pathetic to do it by yourself?"
"Fuck you think you’re talkin to?" Ian whispered, moaning louder than he had all night.
Micky smiled and pushed Ian onto the black couch in the room. Ian looked up at him breathless.
"Well don't just sit there, how are you supposed to fuck me if you still got pants on?"
Ian slid the gold shorts off, groaning as the cool air touched him. Micky's eyebrows raised in shock, and Ian smirked. "What? Thought I had a small dick or something?" Ian said, leaning on his forearms, looking at the still standing, still clothed Milkovich.
Micky growled and pulled off his shirt and went to the front of the couch, grabbing Ian's legs and pulling him into a seated position.
"You sure are mouthy, what’s with that hm?” said Micky, grabbing the base of Ian’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the head and began to stroke the base, using spit as lube.
“Please,” Ian groaned, “I’m pretty sure the only reason you’re suckin me is cuz you can’t shut the fuck up otherwise.”
If this were any other situation, or, dare he say, anyone else, he would have flipped his shit. How dare a human disrespect him like that, but when those words were said, Micky just moaned. He liked this, the game of tug of war going on, the pushing and pulling to see who would crack first.
Micky pulled of, hand still moving up and down. “You’re the one who keeps yappin about shit, are you gonna fuck me or not?”
He felt hands grab his hair and push him down. “I’ll fuck you when I wanna fuck you, now either get up and leave or sit back and let me do my thing.”
Well shit, if those were his only two options, Micky wasn’t about to get up and go. That only left option 2. Micky leaned forward, twisting his hand up the base where he couldn’t reach with his mouth. He brushed his tongue across the underside of Ian’s cock and immediately felt Ian buck up into his mouth.
The vampire can't remember the last time he had a dick like this, and if he did, it sure wasn't attached to a man like him. Hands gently pulled down Micky’s head until he was deep throating the redhead. His nose touched the base of his cock and Ian groaned, only letting go when Micky coughed. Ian pulled him off by his hair and up into a kiss. The kiss tasted like the two mixed together, Ian's pre-cum and Micky's spit.
Ian pulled away, saying, “You still wanna fuck?”
“Jesus Red, finally, took ya long enough,” Micky said, trying not to grin at the smile that appeared on Ian’s face. Micky pushed Ian’s back onto the couch, straddling his hips.
“Well we’re gonna need a shit ton of lube and seeing as we don’t have that, spit is the next best thing.” Ian said, reaching down to the floor to his shorts.
“You don’t got lube, but you got a condom?” Micky asked, eyeing the package.
“It’s good to be prepared.”
“Well you’re shit at that considering you don’t have lube,” Micky teased.
Ian stared at him. “There are alternatives to lube. The fuck am I supposed to use if I don’t have a condom? A sock?”
Micky hated that he had a point. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, let’s do this.”
Micky brought his hand up to his mouth, sticking his middle and ring finger in, locking eyes with Ian once again. Micky pulled his shiny fingers away and slid them behind him and to his hole. Ian leaned up for a kiss while Micky worked himself open.
Eventually, Micky pulled away from the kiss and pushed Ian back into the couch, gripping his shoulders with spit-covered hands. He grabbed Ian’s cock and eased it into him.
Both tilted their heads back as the sensations of tightness and stretching became almost too much to bear. Micky took a couple of deep breaths, then slowly lifted up and slammed back down. Ian grabbed onto his hips as the rhythm increased. Dirty sounds of slaps and moans began to fill the room. Ian slammed his hips up to meet Micky's downward thrust, and Micky fell, hands on either side of Ian's head to prevent him from face planting right onto Ian's chest. Whispers of 'fuck' filled the room, but Micky wasn't sure where they were coming from. His mind was blank.
In a weak attempt to regain some control, Micky said, "You like this huh? Needing a hole to get off in."
Ian growled and before Micky could register it, he flipped them over and Micky's legs locked together, making Ian go deeper. Micky just moaned, not saying anything, but leaning his head back onto the couch for support and his nails dragged down Ian's back. Ian thrust forward, pulled back until the head caught on Micky's rim, then slammed back in quickly, forcing broken noises out of the black-haired man.
"I don't know who you think you are, love, but I've had about enough of this tough guy act, when, in reality, you just need a strong man to pin you down and give you the pleasure that a whore like you can't get from anywhere but a big dick," Ian said, grabbing the back of Micky's thigh and pushing it towards his chest. Ian grabbed onto Micky's dick and pushed his hips down when he tried to thrust up in his hand.
If Micky weren’t getting fucked by the biggest dick and the sexiest man alive, he would have punched him in the face. Micky couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling of Ian dragging along his walls and hitting a spot inside of him that made his entire body vibrate and his brain go numb. Micky could only focus on the sounds of groans coming from the redhead and constant slapping of skin as Ian pushed in and pulled out over and over and over again. The vampire couldn’t smell anything but the smell that brought him to Ian in the first place. The fragrance emitting from Ian only reminded Micky of one thing, something he never truly had, home. If Micky were in his right mind, he would have run away as soon as he felt these feelings boiling up in his chest. Micky definitely wasn’t in his right mind, though, as the same feelings that would have had him running for the door just made him pull Ian closer.
“Open your eyes Mick,” Ian said. Micky not hesitating to obey, snapped his eyes open. Ian stared down at him, watching as Micky fell apart in the best way. He began to feel the tight heat pool just above his groin. Micky squeezed his eyes shut as he rose closer and closer to the edge. He felt a light slap on his arm. “Open.”
Micky opened his eyes right as he fell into that white-hot bliss. He could barely feel his thighs tightening around Ian as he moaned right into the other’s mouth.
Ian fell on top of Micky as his orgasm ripped through him. The room went from loud sounds of sex to quiet sounds of harsh breathing.
After a couple of minutes, Ian lifted himself off of Micky. He pulled off the condom, tied it, and put it in a nearby trashcan. Ian looked around but didn't see anything to wipe off with but their clothes. Ian grimaced as he grabbed his shirt. He might have been raised in a shitty neighborhood, but he had enough human decency to not use someone else's clothes to clean up his mess. He used his shirt to clean off Micky's stomach. Micky’s eyes finally opened, and he slowly sat up next to Ian. The redhead handed him his clothes, and Micky thanked him with a quiet breath.
"Are you ok?" Ian asked, breaking the tense silence.
Micky turned to look at him with a small smile, "Yeah, thanks, that was fuckin good"
Ian responded with his smile. He put on the dirty shirt with a look of disgust he tried not to show. "I'll be right back." He said and left the room. By the time he returned, Micky was dressed, looking at his phone. He looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Here," Ian said, offering a glass of water he got from the bar.
Micky looked up at him and smiled, a soft smile, not showing his teeth but showing his gratefulness. "Thanks," he whispered, and he grabbed the glass and took a sip.
"So," Ian spoke again. "I hope it was good, I'm sorry if I overstepped or anything, but I'm not even kidding when I say that was the best sex I've ever had."
Micky laughed, "No, yeah, it was amazing."
Ian smiled before glancing at his watch. "Shit, I didn't realize how late it was, I should get going. Do you need anything before I go?"
Micky tried to ignore the slight pang in his chest. "Nah I’m good." He pulled his wallet from his pants and offered up two 100’s.
Ian shook his head, walking towards the exit. “That orgasm was all the payment I need.” Micky smiled, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes.
Ian opened the door but looked back before walking out, “I’m here every other Thursday if you wanna come by again.”
Micky nodded.
“It was nice to meet you, Mick.”
“You too, Red.”
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10 minutes later, Micky sat on the park bench across the street from the club with a lit cigarette in his hand, he could still feel the faintest shake from the orgasm he just experienced. He took another drag from the poison that couldn’t kill him when the feeling of hunger crept up on him. It was small, almost insignificant, but it caused a jolt through Micky so violent that he dropped the cig and the blissful vibrations stopped. He didn't feed. The entire fucking point of going to the club was to get blood, but instead he got caught up in the man with red hair. Situations like that usually amplify the hunger, not dull it to the point where he forgets about it. He didn't even think about it, he got lost, he got dominated by a random human stranger, and the worst part is that he liked it. He liked it. And he hated himself for it.
