"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 Daniel's 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! 


Part Four