Part 15
"Aren't you done *yet*?" Wil tapped his foot impatiently. He'd been dressed
and ready to go for the last 20 minutes, while Alex seemed to be taking his
own sweet time. "Come *on*, mate! I didn't take this bleedin' long!"
"Yeah, well, some of us have reflections, you know!" Alex called from the
bathroom. "We can make sure we look good."
Wil rolled his eyes. "How did I manage to get involved with someone so
prissy?" he muttered to himself. "That's one thing *I'd* like to remember."
In a louder voice he responded, "And some of us just *know* we look good,
don't need to spend hours fancyin' ourselves up."
Alex laughed. "You just keep telling yourself that, Wil."
Finally, *finally* the door opened, and Alex deigned to emerge.
Wil's jaw dropped. //Where the *hell* did he get a pair of leather pants?!//
Frozen, he stared dazedly at Alex. The pants were so tight it looked as if
he'd been poured into them, the supple black material set off by the
skin-tight blue shirt under which he could detect every ripple of Alex's
muscles. Wil dragged his gaze up to Alex's face, feeling his fingers itching
to run through the carefully styled hair that hung in soft waves.
Grinning, Alex walked -- hell, he *prowled* -- over to Wil, closing the
vampire's mouth with a finger. "You like?" he whispered huskily.
Wil swallowed hard, nodding convulsively. He looked down at his own clothes,
a pair of black jeans and a loose red shirt, suddenly feeling rather drab.
Alex noticed the forlorn expression that passed over Wil's face, and he
tilted the blonde's head up. "Hey, you look gorgeous." He dropped a kiss on
parted lips, tasting him briefly. Straightening, he smiled. "So. Let's go.
Mellie suggested this one club, it's about six blocks away. With any luck,
we won't run into anything...strange on the way."
"Yeah. Sure." Wil inhaled deeply, forcing himself to relax. He watched,
fascinated, and Alex went to the door. He was totally mesmerized by the
sinuous flexing of those curved buttocks. And when Alex turned back, he was
suddenly confronted by a very obvious leather-covered bulge.
He tore his eyes away, deciding it would be best if he didn't walk behind
Alex. Shaking himself, he joined his boyfriend at the door, tentatively
taking Alex's hand in his own.
Alex held back a smirk at having caught the other man ogling him, instead
giving Wil another kiss before pulling the door shut behind them.
"Alex, this is a gay club," Wil informed his boyfriend. He then took a
closer look at the mixed clientele that was entering the building. "Make
that a gay *demon* club."
"Duh. What better place is there for me to grope my vamp boyfriend in
public?" He grinned at Wil's embarrassed look and paid the cover charge for
them both, ignoring the suggestive wink the man collecting money sent his
way. He held tight to Wil's hand as they made their way through the crowd of
men. "You want a drink?" he shouted to Wil over the loud music.
Wil shook his head. "Not right now," he yelled back. Grinning, he pulled
Alex to the dance floor. "C'mon, let's dance!"
Alex resisted for a moment, then gave in, not wanting to put up a fight since
Wil seemed to be getting into the spirit of things. Within seconds, the two
of them were moving smoothly to the beat of the music, brushing up against
each other as they danced.
Eyes narrowing with mischief, Wil circled his arms around Alex's neck, moving
in to nuzzle his neck as he inched the lower half of his body ever closer.
He brushed his groin lightly against Alex's, grinning when the man groaned
and clutched at him, hands roaming down his back to rest on the swell of his
ass.
Alex successfully resisted the urge to sneak his hands inside Wil's pants,
contenting himself with simply groping his firm cheeks through the barrier of
cloth. He could feel Wil purring against him, hands playing gently with the
hair at the nape of his neck, tongue darting out to lick across his neck,
hand sliding over the small of his back to squeeze his ass--
Alex frowned, mentally counting. One hand kneading his neck, one hand
wriggling through his hair, one hand fondling his butt. "Will?"
"Yeah," the blonde breathed, barely pausing in his licking.
"Your hands are around my neck, yes?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
"Then would you mind telling me who's copping a feel of my ass?"
Wil's eyes flew wide, and he ceased his torture of Alex's sensitive skin. He
pulled away, leaning to peer around behind Alex. The man who'd started
dancing there smiled cheerfully at Wil, not taking his hand off of Alex.
"Fuckin' wanker," Wil growled, wrenching himself out of Alex's grasp. He
stalked around to the man, yanking the offending arm away and twisting it
brutally. "I *suggest* you keep your fuckin' hands to yourself, y' bloody
pillock!" he hissed, feeling his face shift and change.
The man blanched, cringing away as he whimpered from the pain of bones
grinding together. "I'm sorry!" he gasped out. "I-I-I didn't know!" His
entire body trembled with fear. "P-Please..."
With a snarl, Wil shoved the man away, glaring as he watched him scramble off
the floor, injured arm clutched to his chest. He then turned his stony glare
to the audience the incident had drawn, daring anyone there to make an issue.
As the noise level again grew and faces turned away from them, Wil moved
back into Alex's arms.
Alex grinned, kissing the top of Wil's head. "My hero," he murmured. "I
like it when you get all possessive," he added, grinding his body against his
boyfriend's.
"Yeah?" Wil calmed, his features shifting back to their human guise. He
brought Alex's head down for a proper kiss, using his tongue to stake a claim
of the other man's mouth.
Alex surrendered himself eagerly, welcoming the cool, wet probe with his own
tongue.
The two molded themselves together for endless moments, only breaking apart
when the music changed its tempo from upbeat and lively to something slow and
pulsing.
Wil grinned, backing an arm's length away from Alex, gyrating his hips
seductively. Alex groaned, reaching out to grab hold of those hips and drag
Wil back to him. But the vampire twisted out of his grasp, turning around
before backing up and replacing Alex's hands.
Alex gasped as Wil's luscious ass pressed back against him, grinding against
his steadily hardening cock. He dropped his head, nibbling at the pale neck
before him, sliding one arm around Wil's waist to hold the other man as they
continued to sway with the music.
Wil wiggled his hips, rubbing himself against the hard mound in Alex's pants.
He whimpered as Alex's other hand slid up his chest to play idly with a
stiffening nipple. Tilting his head back further, he turned it to capture
Alex's lips with his own, once more introducing their tongues to each other.
They continued to dance for what seemed like hours, touching, teasing,
kissing, groping. They were both painfully hard, and even knowing that they
weren't going any further anytime soon, they couldn't manage to keep their
hands and mouths off each other.
Finally, though, they had to call a halt, both of them desperately in need of
a drink. They left the floor, to the dismay of the other customers who had
gathered to watch the erotic display. Making their way over to the bar, they
took a couple of vacated stools.
Alex put his mouth to Wil's ear. "What do you want?" he asked.
"JD's fine, luv," Wil responded.
Alex nodded, turning to wave the rather harried-looking bartender over.
After a few moments, the slim redhead made his way over to them.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"A Jack Daniels for him, and I'll have a Red Death."
This order earned him a blank look before the bartender hurried off. It was
about five minutes later when they finally received their drinks.
"Sorry," the bartender apologized in a weary voice. "It's just, I don't
normally work the bar, so I had no idea how to make what you ordered. Had to
look it up."
Alex took a sip of his drink. "What happened?"
"Well, the regular guy quit a couple of days ago, so Frankie's had us dancers
taking turns pulling shifts at the bar." He made a face. "I suck at it.
But at least the customers are being pretty cool about the whole situation."
He turned as another customer called for him, hurrying over to take yet
another incomprehensible order.
"Huh." Alex watched him briefly, then tossed back the remainder of his
drink. "Damn," he hissed through clenched teeth. He turned his head to look
at Wil, holding back a groan as he saw the vampire calmly sipping at his
drink. Bottle tilted up, lips wrapped firmly around the mouth. Throat
working with each swallow, bottle tilted back down. Lips releasing the glass
only to be replaced by a tongue that snaked out to circle the rim, capturing
any stray drops. Lips twisting into a smug grin when Wil noticed the effect
he was having on Alex...
Alex snapped his mouth shut with an audible 'click', glaring at Wil. "You
will pay for that, you know," he informed the vampire casually. "Someday,
when you least expect it..."
"What?" Wil assumed an innocent expression. "I was just havin' a drink!"
"Uh-huh. Sure you were. No ulterior motives with that little show at all."
Wil snickered. "None whatsoever."
Alex rolled his eyes, using the movement to tear them away from where they
insisted on lingering on slim, pale fingers that slowly caressed the side of
the bottle... He shook himself.
A crash drew his attention, and he looked over to where the dancer/bartender
had managed to upset a stack of glasses. He grimaced sympathetically,
watching as the man scrambled to sweep up the mess and continue to take
orders. He stood, dropping a quick peck to Wil's cheek. "Don't go
anywhere," he told him.
Without really even thinking about it, Alex moved behind the bar, calmly
taking an order and expertly mixing the requested drink He continued in
this fashion, placing any money he received carefully under the counter.
Taking the latest order, he turned to mix it, only to come face-to-face with
the other bartender, who stood smiling wryly at him.
"Do this often?"
"Geez, I'm sorry. It just...you looked like you could use some help,
and...I'll just go now."
"No! Heaven forbid...don't let me run you off. Please, feel free to
continue." He held out a hand. "I'm Jon."
Alex shook the proffered hand. "Jon. I'm Alex."
Jon beamed at him, dimples flashing. "Well, don't mind me. Carry on."
Alex grinned back, then went on with his impromptu bartending, quickly
reestablishing his rhythm of taking orders and mixing and serving drinks. He
even managed to sneak in another kiss with Wil, dragging the vampire over the
bar for an extended liplock when he ordered another drink. This was met with
cheers, whistles, and some rather hearty applause, much to the delight of the
two participants.
Things continued like this for a bit, until a loud voice behind Alex made him
jump.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Alex spun around, swallowing nervously as he was confronted by a hulking
figure. One he tentatively assumed was human, although it was rather
difficult to tell under all the hair.
"Um, I-I-I--"
"Do you work for me?"
"Well, no, I just--"
"You mean to tell me you're out here tending my bar, and you're not an
employee? Jon!"
Jon came rushing forward. "Yeah, Frankie?"
Frankie stabbed a finger in Alex's direction. "You got this boy tending my
bar?"
"Um, yeah?"
Frankie grunted, scratching hid beard thoughtfully. He peered intently at
Alex.
Alex nibbled his lip, hoping to god that this behemoth of a man wasn't going
to take offense with him.
"Why the *hell* aren't you an employee?" Frankie barked out.
"Um...b-because you never hired me?" Alex offered tentatively.
"A fucking inexcusable oversight on my part! Can you start regular tomorrow
night? You'll get $12 an hour, plus tips."
"Oh, well I don't--"
"Alright, fine, $15 an hour, but only because you look to be a damned sight
better at the job than the last miserable excuse for a bartender I hired."
"I..." Alex cast a glance back at Wil, who shrugged.
Frankie squinted. "That vampire. He your boyfriend or something?"
Alex blushed slightly, nodding.
"Hmph." Frankie brushed past Alex to stand imperiously in front of Wil.
"Well, you look like a strong wind could knock you over, but your sort tend
to be tough. I could use some extra muscle around here, bouncers are always
needed when some of the boys start dancing and get the customers worked up.
Interested?"
Wil shrugged. "Could be. What kinda dosh we lookin' at?"
"I can start you out same as your man over there, amount negotiable when I
see how well you work out. No one can say I underpay my employees."
Wil exchanged a calculating glance with Alex, then nodded. "Fine then. You
got us."
Frankie clapped his hands, rubbing them together delightedly. "Wonderful!"
He turned back to Alex. "You can finish out the night at the bar, if you
like. Then come in tomorrow around 5:00, we'll get the paperwork and whatnot
all hashed out. The vampire can come in after sunset and we'll get him
settled." He clapped Alex's back, nearly sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Welcome to the Dark Phoenix!"
Bemused, Alex watched him go, then glanced back at Wil. The vampire smiled
at him happily, giving him the thumbs-up, and he smiled back. Looked like
their days of unemployment were over!
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