I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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It was Maxwell's first time back in months, and he just wasn't feeling it. The thudding music reverberating in his chest, the heat of movement and contact... Where was the joy he'd always felt in this situation before? With an impatient sigh swallowed by the thundering dubstep, the fairy slipped his phone from his pocket and glanced down. Nope, no new messages. Riley must have been away from his phone. Or maybe he was ignoring him? Oh gosh, had his message been auto-corrected into something friendship-break worthy? Nearly dropping his phone in the haste of clicking over to his sent box, and getting a sharp elbow to the side of his head for not paying attention to the dancers around him, he checked over the message.
The words, hard to see in the midst of flashing lights, read: 'i won't be back to the apartment till late! say good night to her for me!!' Nope, it was correct, if not in the grammatical sense. Did that mean that it was too boring for a response? He suddenly felt a hand sliding down his back, and jerked forward, bumping face first into another couple dancing. Catching the man's eye, and noting his fangs in one swift realization, Maxwell drew back quickly. Yeaaah, the dance floor probably wasn't the best place to be messing with his phone – especially one so filled with sharpily teeth. Plus, he'd gone out to take his mind off his unrequited feelings – he just needed to try harder to focus on that!
Putting his phone back into his pocket, he closed his eyes and gave into the music; swaying and twisting with the beat. He felt the emotions swirling up around him like a tangled wave, making the sweat bead up on the nape of his neck, and igniting the warmth of a visceral, almost carnivore, hunger. Every little brush against him became a center of energy, a feast for the usually light eater. Quickly feeling a bit overwhelmed by the severity of heat and power sliding into him, Maxwell slid between the gyrating bodies around him until he was in the sparser group of dancers near the entrance. Panting and dizzy, he dragged his long hair up into a ponytale and tried to regain composure. So, wow, he really needed to take smaller bites now that he wasn't partying every day.
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 0:06:15 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music bloodhound gang, ofc. ; D tag max words dunno notes will never be this long again :'D[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] Riley's pulse was just as loud in his ears as the bass beat when he stepped out of the cab at the club. Going somewhere like this to get a meal was still an unpleasant thought for him. Feeding off of people with weird vampire fetishes? He would pass if he could. But all of his normal feeders (thinking that term still made his stomach churn a little) were either busy or not answering their calls, and there was no way he was going around his daughter without a meal. He was constantly terrified his hunger would drive him to hurt Sophia, so he had to keep it in check. The group of loosely-termed 'friends' he'd arrived with were already shoving him into the doors and disipating before he could blink, and he was left standing alone.
The vampire stared at the dance floor, uncomfortable with grinding on something he was going to be putting in his mouth, and chose instead to confidently stride over to the bar. He'd wondered for a while if drinking from someone who was drunk would have an intoxicating effect, but he hadn't been brave enough to try it...yet. Riley slid onto one of the stools at the bar and turned to survey the club, absently running his tongue over the sharp fangs on display at the front of his mouth. It was already catching a few eyes, and he was less than shocked when several of them tried to showcase their necks by rubbing at them, or pulling their hair away. God, these people were desperate. The bunch that offered themselves up on a platter so damn fast were probably pretty unsafe to drink from--they usually wanted sex along with the bites, and who knew what nasty diseases they had.
The blonde ran a hand through his messy hair in early exhasperation. This was always so hard, picking one to sink his fangs into. How did the other vampires do it so freely? Sure, it tasted...well, like fucking heaven really. But you had to drink it from someone that you didn't even know. Riley's mind turned in circles, trying to decide if he liked or hated feeding, when a familiar face weaved its way out of the crowd. The moment he recognized his close friend/nanny/neighbor, his face brightened. Finally, someone he knew in this godforsaken--wait.
Someone he knew was in this godforsaken...what the hell?
Riley stood from the barstool and walked as brisquely as he could without awkwardly half-running towards the man. This wasn't the place for a human to be. If he knew about vampires, then he knew what they came to places like this for! A bit of panic bubbled up in his chest at the harm that Max could be subject to, and he did a quick once over of the man to ensure that he was untouched. He was pulling his hair up, and there weren't any visible bites. The skin was smooth, sweaty...mesmerizing. The vampire's hunger stabbed his stomach, and he clenched his teeth violently to quite the urge to sink his fangs into the visible skin, instead choosing to slide in close (the music was far too loud for him to be heard farther away) and grab his wrist to catch his attention.
"Max? What are you doing here?" he shouted, his nose almost touching his neighbor's cheek. The music was so damn loud! This place is a little, um, dangerous for humans--there are vampires everywhere!" They weren't that hard to pick out of the crowd--especially when a few were blatantly feeding off of people in the VIP booths. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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When fingers closed around his wrist, Maxwell's yelp was instantly consumed by the bass beat, and his keyed up mind brought up two different moves he'd learned in women's defense class. Simultaneously trying to spin around and step backwards to drop down, all he really did was one large and strange full body twitch. Feeling increasingly stupid, he twisted to look behind him with his eyes wide. Was that vamp from before still angry that he'd faceplanted into his woman? Or maybe someone had noticed him draining? Or perhaps he'd been spotted by one of his old fuck buddies? Any of those things would have been a surprise, but seeing Riley's face was positively a shock!
His little “oh!” of surprise was lost to the music, but his face froze in that position when Riley brought his face closer. For one adrenaline and energy-fueled second he thought his long-time crush was going in for a kiss, and he found himself blinking stupidly to keep up once there was yelling at his ear instead. What... Was he doing here? That was the question he should be asking! One of the dancers nearby, swaying and tipping in either intoxication or exhaustion, stumbled into their bubble, as if she was planning on dancing between them like so many others around. Ignoring her touches to himself, but internally bridling a bit at the contact with Riley, Maxwell pursed his lips and waved her off with a prissy hand. Why were either of them asking the question anyway? People only came here for two things: food and sex.
...Oh gosh, Riley was here for that!? Despite knowing he was entrenched deeply into the freindzone, and was pretty much a creepy douche for it, Maxwell's heart sank and his tummy squirmed at the thought of his crush shaking it up with someone else. He swayed, his mind rattling around and picturing a trail of events that started with the single dad meeting a woman here, hooking up, going on dates, getting married, and becoming the mom to Sophia that Maxwell never had a chance to be. He'd be replaced! And what was that Riley was saying about humans? Everything was too muddled and loud here! He reached forward and grabbed a handful of his neighbor's shirt, the thick energy he'd consumed before fogging the normal inhibitions he had about being polite.
Maxwell dragged them both off the dance floor and to the bar, having to grab the bar table to steady himself enough to pull up onto a stool. It was hot! Why was it so bloody hot? He tugged at the collar of his shirt, accidentally making eye contact with the bartender. He smiled, though he didn't know why, and the man returned the grin, though it looked much... Sharper. The fairy quickly put up his hand like a stop sign, and turned away. Nope, no bites or booze. He was beginning to suspect he was already pretty damn tipsy from overindulging from so many drunk and horny brats.
Instead of focusing on that, he turned his attention to Riley. “You found a sitter for Sophia?” He asked, though obviously he must havebecauseRileywasn'tthesorttoabandonhisbaby, and wow why was it so hot? The fairy tugged at his collar again, this time popping a couple buttons open. Still unsatisfied, he pulled his hair out of the low pony-tail, and flipped his head down to make it all fall forward. The breeze on the back of his neck was lovely, and he regretfully flipped it back up and bunched it up in a higher pony-tail. Then he paused, face freezing. Whoa, that'd been totally rude of him! Where had his judgment gone? The thick butterflies and nervous straight-and-narrow he'd always felt around his crush were blanketed by the music and emotions swirling around them like smoke. Ha, like marijuana smoke! He was feeling a high, hehe. But despite that, he had to find a subtle way to ask if Riley was really here to find a lady that would eventually phase Maxwell out of his life!
“Am I being replaced?” He blurted out, then bit his lip. Wait, no, that was too needy, reel it in! “I mean, um, are you finding... Food and a, um, baby...sitter?” That was also hella stupid. It was hard to think with the music and the heat, especially since part of him was thinking about how lovely dragging Riley back into the dancefloor would be... Whoa, no, his brain needed to stop being so damn creepy! Play it cool, play it cool... He fanned his neck and face, trying to resist the urge to put his foot in his mouth again.
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NOTES: waaay longer than I meant! plus I swear Max isn't usually this stupid or creepy xD
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 11:41:24 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music bloodhound gang, ofc. ; D tag max words dunno notes they. are so. cute. @n@[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] Riley jerked back to give Max a little space, worried that he may have scared him. This was a dangerous place after all, and someone grabbing your wrist out of the blue probably did seem threatening. He would have apologized if his neighbor didn't seem so busy being...uncomfortable. He eyed him warily, wondering if he was drunk or maybe just overheating. Either way, it wasn't good. He'd made the right choice getting out of that crowd of...well, sex with clothes on pretty much. Did Maxwell do this often? The single dad stared at him worriedly, wondering if this was the kind of lifestyle his babysitter lived out all the time. But he couldn't really be too judgemental. Here he was, in the exact same place, looking to suck on a stranger's neck. Possibly even for money, if need be (though Sophia needed a new stroller, so he couldn't spend too much). He was so intent on his momma henning that he almost didn't even notice the woman trying to get between them. Ugh, it made him feel even worse for being here. He would definitely need to beg Max to let him shower at his place before he got his daughter.
When Maxwell gripped his shirt, the vampire thought he was dizzy, and almost put his arms around the man to keep him steady before he realized he was being led away somewhere. His neighbor seemed really unsteady--had he gotten drunk? That wasn't possible, though, was it? He was always so sweet and acted so perfect around him and Sophia. It was hard to believe that someone so charming could be so.... Riley chided himself mentally, realizing he was being incredibly judgemental and hypocritical. Before he had Sophia, he was the same way. Him and his friends went out and partied all night. He'd even been arrested for disorderly conduct before. And by the look the bartender was giving Max, he just may end up doing so again. Some of these vampires could get really pushy--he stepped closer to his neighbor and stared the vamp down, only stopping because he heard Max's voice.
"Yeah, I did." He stared down at the sweat beading on the man's neck, trying hard to get the taste out of his mouth and failing miserably. He even jerked forward a little when the buttons came open (from the corner of his eye, he could see the bartender do the same--bastard), yanking himself back guiltily from taking a bite. The guy didn't seem like he was in good enough shape to consent to something like that, and he was not the kind to take advantage of a situation like that. He'd definitely need to keep an eye on him so nobody else tried to. "It was pretty hard to find a good one, but..." his voice trailed off, eyes glazing when Max fixed his hair and showed even more bare skin. "Er, but I finally got one that was trustworthy."
The next question sent him reeling a bit. Replaced? The best damn babysitter he'd managed to find in the months he'd had his daughter, worrying he was going to be replaced? "N-No! Never, I just knew you were b-" Food and a babysitter? Hopefully he didn't mean he thought Riley was irresponsible enough to bring one of the people he found in this craphole home and let them touch his one year old! Did he seem that bad, really? "I-I'm getting a...bite to eat here, yeah. But the babysitter at home is just for when I can't get you." Talking about food was making him even more hungry than he had been. He wasn't sure what to do here--he couldn't possibly leave his friend alone like this to go find a meal, but his stomach was growling so much that he was worried he would follow suit. Riley stared down at Maxwell, gauging the situation, and finally sat down on the barstool next to him.
He could find someone to eat later.
"So do you come here very often? I mean, not that it's my business you know, but it just seems a little dangerous for a human like you. You're so sweet--all the vampires here must try to take advantage of that." Maybe he could use the conversation to warn him about how dangerous this place was. Images of Max, eyes glassed over and drained of blood in a ditch, flashed in his mind and made him shudder. That couldn't happen. "I only come here when I'm really hungry and my fee--um, the people that let me feed from them--are busy. It always makes me nervous, eating from strangers." He laughed sheepishly, trying to make the fact he ate people's blood seem a little less creepy. The topic couldn't be very comfortable for a human to sit through. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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Ugh, did the strobe-lights have to be so bright? He was feeling simultaneously brimming with life, and sick to his stomach. Since when had he become such a light weight? A few months back he could have danced and drained and partied all night, and now he was dizzy from just half an hour? His brain tipped in circles for a second after Riley's fervent denial of replacing him, hope and anxiety rising and popping like bubbles. Of course he didn't mean it in the way Maxwell wished, even tipsy he knew that was an impossibility. He leaned over and crossed his arms on the bar table, resting his cheek on them and staring up at his neighbor as he kept talking. Heh, he seemed nervous, it was cute! Oh, wait, no that was another creepy thing to think! His sister's would kick his ass if they found out. Despite the threat of siblings suddenly appearing to chastise him (wooow, how drunk were those people he'd fed from?), he smiled warmly up at Riley, cause yay, his crush was here!
Oh wait, it should be 'ahh, his crush was here, get sober!'.
“Heh, you called me sweet.” He said, closing his eyes and humming approvingly to the beat of whatever dubstep sound was playing like a sated cat. Er, wait, that wasn't the thing someone without a secret crush would focus on! Giving a little jerk of surprise, he opened his eyes and sat up. Riley didn't really seem very pleased to see him here, for all that they were there for the same thing, and he guiltily twisted his hands together and knitted his brows. “Um, I used to come here a... lot? But um, I usually came with,” there was a fraction of a pause, where he censored a word out, “...friends.” He was thankful that so far he'd only seen one of his “buddies” in the club, and that they'd been very engaged with... Actives themselves. He couldn't come and blow Maxwell's cover that way!
Cover...? Hmm, he supposed it was still like that. He hadn't meant to hide being a fairy from Riley once he'd turned, but, well, he'd already been doing it so long, and what if he stopped letting him come over since the fae were essentially just a predatory as vampires? What if he got mad for hiding it for so long? Ugh, it was a mess. But what was bothering the fae more right now was the thought that Riley regularly got all up in the jugular of other people. Obviously, he had no right to judge since he'd literally just gotten out from a grind pit feast, but still... Frowning at himself in an expression that honestly resembled a pout more than anything else, he turned towards the bar keep, and made a little waving over motion with his hand.
“Can I have some water please?” There was absolutely nothing appealing about mortal water, but at least it was vile tasting enough sober him up a bit. The only downside would be that he would have to actually pee later, and that was gross. Not quiet able to look Riley in the eye, he stared down at the bar table guiltily. “I don't think I'm... In that much danger here.” He said, on the slippery slopes of not-lying. He just wouldn't clarify that he was way more often the predator than prey here. Instead, he rubbed at the back of his neck while waiting for the water to arrive.
“You know, there's, um. Probably people who'd lov-, er, be willing to let you feed. Closer to home, I mean.” It was vague, and not how he'd meant to ever bring up the subject, but he'd always been too embarrassed to bring it up, no matter how often he'd wanted to. His heart thudding, anxious for a response, but scared of being rejected at the same time, he continued to fan his neck.
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 13:28:14 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music bloodhound gang, ofc. ; D tag max words dunno notes ....[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] Riley sank his head down into his own arms too, trying to stay on the same level as his neighbor, and smiled widely back at him. This was good. He seemed to be calming down a little bit. Maybe. At least he didn't seem to be as heated. The vampire glanced down at his phone for a moment to check it, sighing in relief when there were no missed calls or texts. He worried, since Sophia wsn't with him or Max, but it looked like the other babysitter was doing alright. He smiled sideways at the comment from the man next to him, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I did call you that. I mean, it's true, isn't it?" He'd never met anyone that was as nice and sweet as Max--he was great with Sophia, the perfect neighbor, and he was always around when you needed him. If it didn't sound so odd, he'd nickname him Sugar.
The vampire went back to rubbing his tongue along his fangs anxiously with the news of his friend's frequent visits. It sounded a bit shady. Going to a vampire club with 'friends' all the time? How was he even still alive at this point, doing something that reckless? Maybe he wasn't as defenseless as he seemed. He didn't seem too concerned with the amount of danger by what he was saying, so maybe the single dad had just become a worry wart. Like he'd told himself countless times in the past few minutes, it wasn't his business. As small framed and less-than-strong as Max seemed, he was a grown man and could probably take care of himself. "Look, Max, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like your dad or anything. I'm sure you can handle yourself."
He sat up straight, pulling his arms off of the bar and watching the bartender pour the water. There were way too many creeps drugging people's drinks now, and he wasn't going to let Max be one of the victims he'd had to write so many articles about. When the glass was passed off, he turned back to his neighbor, and was shocked at what he heard. There was no mistaking the meaning of that statement. Did Max really want to offer something like that? Letting a predator drink your blood so easily seemed like a pretty unwise decision. One that very well could be made due to the influence of alcohol. Riley's eyes cast down at the skin of the man's neck, stuck there for several moments before he managed to tear them away.
"Max, do you understand what you're saying? I-I mean, I know you understand, but that's a really big decision to make." His face scrunched up uncomfortably while he tried to figure out how to say what he needed to without seeming rude or judgemental. "Are you in the shape to be making a choice like that? It just seems a little...well, rapey almost, if that makes sense? Like I would be doing something personal without your consent, and I...I don't think I could do that. How much have you had to drink, anyway?" He hoped he came off as concerned, because that's all he wanted to convey. He certainly hoped his neighbor wasn't offering himself up to everyone in the club like that. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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"Like a dad." "Do you even understand what you're saying." "Are you in shape too..." Riley's uncomfortable face... Maxwell's insides deflated. This wasn't how he'd wanted the conversation to go. He'd ruined his chances at it, just like he'd ruined his chances at telling the truth about his fae nature, and he'd ruined his chances at Riley liking him back just by being who he was. It wasn't fair! He'd come out for the first time in months to release the pent up stress from carrying such a helpless one sided love, and instead of dancing his troubles away he was getting lectured? If the thick emotions clouding his head were only a little more digested, he would understand the concern and find it incredibly sweet, but right now, filled with the lingering feelings of so many teens, it was much easier to focus on the irritation of his own failure. So, he did something surprised him just as much as it would surprise anyone else who knew him.
He smacked his hand down on the bar, and snapped "I haven't had anything to drink!" Then he froze with his eyes wide. "Oh, no, I didn't mean to-" It was the only time he could remember even raising his voice to the other man, and panic fluttered in his stomach. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, well..." He trailed off, still staring at Riley in shock. To his utter embarrassment, he felt his lips tremble. Mind scrambling to save face, he went cold at a sudden hand pinching his ass. "Heeeey, twinkerbell~!" A familiar voice crooned, near the side of his head. Any other time, this friend would have gotten a playful smack and a greeting, but now it was like he was part of a conga line of mortifying occurrences meant too alienate Riley from him. When Maxwell remained staring ahead like a deer in headlights, completely tense, his old friend awkwardly lifted his hands up in a surrendering pose and took a step back with a nervous laugh.
Maxwell closed his eyes tight, and bit his lower lip hard. Scrambling for something to rectify this situation, or erase it, he lunged forward and grabbed the glass of water. He downed it like someone flamey would down hard liqueur, face scrunched in distaste and with a little shudder and 'euwah' at the end. It was like forcing liquid ash and lint and dry paper towels down his throat and over his taste buds, and the bitterness cut through the pleasant haze, leaving him a bit sharper. He barely heard his friend, a fairy himself, making a gagging sound and saying something along the lines of "ew, shit, what're you even doing Twinker?" But Maxwell just focused on his empty glass a bit grumpy, but mostly ashamed of himself. He tapped it, silently ordering a refill. Maybe once he'd downed the second vile cup, he'd be sharp enough to figure a way to repair his image.
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 18:37:55 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music none tag max words dunno notes poor idiots. xD[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] Riley jerked back instantly from the strong reaction he hadn't expected at all. Was he pushing his bounds by...saying no? The vampire's eyes darted around his neighbor's face, trying to figure out what he'd said that was so offensive. What could possibly be wrong with the man if he hadn't had anything to drink? "U-Um, is it maybe that y--" his voice got cut off by an obnoxious stranger. But by the sound of his 'introduction', he wasn't a stranger at all to Max. And he sounded fairly offensive, using such blatant derogatory terms for homosexuals. Riley stared at the man in instant distaste, his body instantly moving subtly into a prepared position for attack. If someone was going to harass his friend for being gay, he was gonna have to face the consequences.
Max didn't look too pleased with whoever it was--he actually looked pretty scared of him. When he avoided eye contact with the man, Riley stood from his barstool and somehow managed to push himself between the two of them protectively. "I'm not sure who you are, man, but you need to leave." Riley was pretty well built for a journalist, and he'd been in enough barfights in his time that he knew he could more than handle himself. "And who are you to judge anyway, calling someone such an offensive name?" The vampire tongued at his sharp fangs, flashing them at the potential threat quickly before concealing them again behind an intimidatingly blank stare. "Just walk away right now, alright?" Feeling no need to be cautious, Riley turned from the man and faced his neighbor again, resting his elbow on the bar and standing close to him. His other hand went to touch Max's back, hesitating for a moment before planting itself firmly between his shoulderblades.
"Hey, Max, if you wanna leave, we can whenever you want to. We can just go back to your place for a while--the other sitter is gonna take care of Sophia for three or four more hours, so I can just hang out with you?" He said it as a question, unsure of if he was still mad at him for whatever he'd said earlier. And for all he knew, Max could be mad at him for sticking his nose in his business now. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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Maxwell wasn't sure who looked more surprised at Riley's aggressive response, himself or the friend it was directed at. He twisted to watch his neighbor step between them, his eyebrows high and mouth a little agape, his expression mirrored on his old friend's face. They exchanged a glance, before the man quelled underneath the vampire's stare, and held his hands up like a kid being scolded while not exactly sure what they did wrong. “Sorry, man, Twink's never, er, minded sharing...?” He attempted, trailing off and edging away. Maxwell gave a little jerk and quickly turned back to the bar to prevent Riley from seeing his reaction. He'd have to text his friend an apology and then an angry text for implying the truth such a thing to his crush! He was about to pick up the glass when he felt the ginger touch to his spine. Instantly, it became a center of heat and butterflies, the energy starting to naturally be drawn in from that spot. Swiftly, he cut the flow hopefully before it could be felt.
It had been unsure, alert, and hungry – not a pleasant taste.
He was ruining one of Riley's rare nights out. Maxwell closed his eyes and relished the solid feeling of the palm against his back, before reaching out and sipping the glass of water. Grimacing at the dreadful taste, he schooled his expression into the biggest smile he could manage without his lips trembling (pretty small compared to normal, but at least it was there), and turned to look his neighbor in the face. “Hey, I'm fine.” He said, taking the hand that had been on his back and patting it once before (regretfully) letting go. “Isn't there something you came here for?” He reminded, gut giving a painful twist at the fresh rejection – for all that it'd been thoughtful. A night at home with Riley all to himself sounded heavenly, but he didn't want to be too selfish, or he'd soon be considered more hassle than was worth. Though his senses were almost back to normal now, he'd probably change it once his neighbor went off to feed from someone else. Instead of dwelling on the stress of picturing Riley's lips and teeth all over another person, he'd return into the dance floor, find his friend, and make sure he wasn't able to think of anything until the morning.
...Why was that thought so depressing?
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 20:13:29 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music none tag max words dunno notes poor idiots. xD[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] Seeing Max smile was enough to make the vampire relax his shoulders a bit, and his own lips curled upward to mirror his friend's. Okay, so the guy was alright. He didn't seem too shaken up by the encounter, so the guy he'd shooed away must not have been too awful. And he looked like he was feeling a lot better than he was when he had just left the dance floor. Perhaps it was just the heat that made him so dizzy? A small part of Riley looked back on the offer he'd recieved before and reconsidered it. He was fine now--he was okay enough to make serious decisions. Would it be rude to ask Max about it, now that he'd turned him down sort of?
He glanced around at the crowd, still going wild and seeming altogether too drunk and horny for his tastes. He wasn't sure he could find someone in the crowd to feed from without them puking on his shirt in the process. His eyes went back to surveying Max then, staring down at the pale skin still sweaty from the dancing, bare and ripe....Riley jerked his face up to look at his neighbor's face instead, forcing himself to be polite and not sink his teeth in like he desperately felt the need to do.
"Y-Yeah, there's something, but...." His voice trailed off, unsure of continuing. If Max did get upset, what would that mean for their friendship? Would he still come over for movies and popcorn? Would they still be able to go out and get pizza, or have a PJ party with Sophia? The vampire bit his lower lip out of habit, lightly hissing at himself when he almost drew blood. This was ridiculous. He should just ask. Just come out with it, and ask his dearest friend and neighbor for a favor. And it wasn't like it was too bad! Blood comes back, after all, it's sort of an unlimited resource as long as you don't take it all at once. He should just come out and ask!
"Hey Max!" It was blurted out, unnecessarily loud, and his face turned sheepish and goofy. "Hehehe, sorry, I, um. I was just wondering. You know that thing you said you'd do before?" God, he already felt guilty for asking, but he was so hungry! And Max smelled so good. "Is that, um. Is that still on the table?" He swallowed a pool of saliva that had formed in his mouth, trying to keep his eyes above neck level so he wouldn't chow down without permission. "I'd be really careful, and I promise I won't take too much! A-And you can tell me to stop at any point--that is, if you're still willing to let me, you know...." Well this was awkward. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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Maxwell gave a flinch of surprise when Riley blurted out his name, eyes widening over the brim of the water glass, comically frozen pre-sip. Blinking, he started to snicker, but stopped as soon as his neighbor kept talking. Suddenly feeling hot, and with his heart pounding again, he blurted out a “Yes!” before Riley was even through babbling through whatever he was saying about comfort. Realizing that he'd been just as loud as the other had been a second ago, he brought his hand to his mouth to partially cover an embarrassed smile, but couldn't help but emit a breathless laugh at how stupid the both of them probably seemed to the other clubbers around. “I mean, I don't mind. I like...” there was a throat drying second where he thought he might say it, but it passed quickly “helping you out.”
Before he could re-think things (he haaated pain, how was he supposed to be able to stand fangs piercing his skin? Wasn't it unfair to use Riley's hunger as an excuse to further his own non-innocent feelings? Wouldn't this make it harder to give up when he was replaced?), the fairy stood up. The world span in his vision, his legs feeling a thousand miles off. Oh, perhaps his buzz wasn't as hashed as he'd assumed? Oh well, he'd definitely need to keep that a secret. The problem, after all, was an excess of life thrumming through his veins, so this would be the answer anyway! ...That wasn't too sneaky, was it? He'd keep it to himself and mull it over later. Now wasn't the time for guilt.
His heartbeat fluttering, and feeling more daring than normal, he reached out and took Riley's wrist in his hands and took a few steps backwards. Where to go? All the way home to Queens? No – what if Riley changed his mind, or saw someone better to bite on the way? He glanced back to the bar, spotting one of the bar tenders he was more familiar with.
“One in the back, on my tab?” He said, hoping with all his might that Riley would be too distracted to think too hard about how he had a tab or even knew about the curtained alcoves. Feeling a mixture of supreme creepy guilt and sneakiness, he tried to assure it by rolling his head around like one would do to to pop their neck and shoulders while stretching: presenting a clear view. Then he kept his grasp on his crush's wrist one handed, and tugged him through a corner of the dancing. He heard a wolf whistle – definitely the friend he'd seen before, causing warmth to spread down his chest. Oh god he wished it was like that...
Going through a small side hallway into booths sectioned by curtains, he pulled him into the first open one and let go, nervously wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Oh goodness, was this really going to happen. He could feel himself shaking in excitement now, though he tried to suppress it in case Riley mistook it for fear. “Um, where do you want me to, er, be? Should I la-- sit down?” He asked meekly, waving his hand at the two cushioned couches. For something to do, he reached up and twisted his hair into a large bun at the top of his head; exposing his neck on all sides.
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Dec 28, 2012 22:18:09 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music none tag max words dunno notes he seems like a creeper, but I swear he isn't! @n@[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] That was certainly a surprise--such an eager agreement to be fed on. Riley stared in awe at his friend's selflessness. It wasn't every day that you got to have a friend like that. But now came the hard part. How were they supposed to decide where to go, or even how to proceed with it? He had a process set up with all of his other feeders, and they were used to it since they seeked it out all the time. But this was totally different. How could he go about eating his neighbor? The vampire was about to suggest going home, where Max would be comfortable, when he was tugged along to the back rooms of the club. The warm hand on his wrist was distracting him from walking, pulsating against his skin teasingly, and Riley was almost too entranced to notice when they stopped walking. He barely caught himself from bumping into his friend, rocking back on his heels to avoid a collision.
The hungry vampire's eyes were trained intently on Maxwell's neck while he put it on display, and it took all he had not to shove him down and sink his fangs in that instant. It had been several days since he'd last fed--he'd been hoping one of his feeders would free up, but their free time just hadn't been mixing with his. And now, the stress and hunger pangs in his stomach were making him strain to keep control. He cleared his throat and looked up at Max's face instead of his throat, trying to put on a patient smile and failing miserably. "Yeah, let's sit down. I'd hate for you to get dizzy and fall, you know?" He laughed light heartedly, anxiously tugging the man down onto the couch and sitting at the same time. He was going to feed, finally. He wouldn't be so damn hungry anymore, and he could actually sleep tonight. "I-I'm sorry, I planned to explain everything to you, and talk about it a little first, but...I'm so hungry." It came out as a whine, pitiful and childish, and it made Riley feel incredibly selfish. But he couldn't stop himself anymore.
His fingers shook while his hand reached up and grabbed the fabric of Maxwell's shirt, tugging it down just enough to expose the crook of the man's neck. He could almost feel the pulse there, warm and inviting, and he suddenly found his face a mere inch from the skin. He pulled back a bit, just for a second, but his hunger drew him right back in. The vampire's eyes sagged, half lidden, and his nose trailed along the skin until he found just the right spot. His mouth opened, and his teeth grazed skin, searching for the correct purchase, the easiest to keep latched into, and his fangs slowly sank in when he found it. He felt guilty for a split second, knowing it must hurt, but the flow of blood into his mouth made everything else wash away. Max's blood tasted warm, spicey and inviting, and Riley's predator instincts made him push his prey down onto the couch to effectively pin him. He needed this blood, and Max was being so wonderful to give it to him, and here he was giving him no chance for escape.
Guilt coursed through the vampire's stomach, bringing back a piece of him that had drifted away the second the cork was unscrewed, and he felt confident that he could stop out of sheer shame if Max did struggle to get away. [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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Maxwell's nerves were humming with a mixture of excitement and fear, preventing him from speaking without fear of sounding squeaky. So instead he just nodded meekly along with what Riley was saying, giving a shaky smile when the other practically whined like a kid. He was about to mention something about Riley taking after Sophia instead of the other way around, but the words caught in his throat the second his collar was tugged to the side. A shiver ran down his spine, and he clutched convulsively at the velvet material of the couch. He closed his eyes tight when the vampire leaned in and started to trail his nose along his skin, a burst of adrenaline mixing with the fact that oh god, he's touching me and anticipation-dread like you'd get before a shot at the doctor's office, and--
Ouch! Mother fucking shit, ow!
“Ah!” The fairy couldn't suppress the small yelp of pain, but he bit down hard on his own lip and dragged in air through his nose to prevent making another. When he was suddenly pushed down and pinned against the cushions, the fall squished the air from his lungs. Breathing in fast swallow breaths, his face scrunched up at the sharp pain radiating from his pierced skin. It was way worse than he'd imagined it would be, for all he'd known about his aversion to pain. Reacting to such a vulnerable situation in the only way that fit his nature, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the torso above him. Because it was Riley, his friend, his crush, and he'd comfort him, right? Feeling shaky and a little scared, he didn't focus on the fact that it was Riley himself that was the cause of the pain, just on the fact that he was there.
With the initial shock fading a bit, Maxwell began to be able to adjust his attention to the rest of his body, flattened down like prey in the grasp of a predator. It was only then that he realized they were facing each other, and the contact was... Er, oh god, time to focus back on the pain! He nervously started to glance down, but the tugging of skin against fangs sent another wave of stinging radiating from his neck. Unable to help himself, he whimpered, and gripped Riley's shirt tightly with his hands.
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NOTES:I know it's just a vampire feeding thread, but doesn't it seem kinda...? I feel creepy. xD Sorry I didn't give you much to work with >no
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Post by RILEY FITZGERALD on Jan 6, 2013 15:23:25 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2137/2137910.png)][style=float: left; height: 130px; width: 320px;][style=float: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; color: DDDDDD; text-shadow: #024331 -.1em -.1em -.3em; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 12px;]DANCING IN THE NIGHT[/style][style=height: 76px; width: 250px; background-color: #000000; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 40px;border-radius: 10 10 0 0][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana]music none tag max words dunno notes tired of long posts, bro. <3[/style][/style][style=float: right;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rASAI.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 0px; margin-top: -100px; margin-right: -45px; margin-bottom: -30px;][/style][/style][style=width: 355px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 0 20 20 20; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 116px; margin-right: 15px][style=opacity: 1.0; padding: 10px;color: 06A679; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana] The taste of blood was overwelming, and the vampire couldn't help but push down into his victim. It was hot and felt a little too hot for him to stay completely lucid. Maxwell said he hadn't been drinking, but...his blood tasted full of something intoxicating. Or maybe that was just because Max tasted like that naturally. Riley's grip tightened on his prey, pinning him more effectively under him on the couch. But when he felt his neighbor's arms wrap tightly around him, the vampire's grip slackened considerably. The guilt stung into his mind and made him remember his promise to be gentle. And there he was, viciously forcing his dearest friend down and taking as much blood as he wanted. Riley's mouth stilled itsself for a moment, giving him some time to calm down. When they started again the sucking was gentle and cautious. His hand trailed up to Maxwell's hair, petting it as an apology.
The music thrummed in the background like a steady heartbeat, and the sound was so constant that it was calming. The vampire relaxed, teeth slipping out of the undoubtedly bruised skin and his head slumping onto Max's neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, licking the trickling blood off the skin near his face, "I was just so hungry...." [/style][/style][/style]
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I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AS LONG AS I'M THE ONE, OH. I DON'T CARE WHY YOU'RE LEAVING. YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN YOU'RE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING OR WHEN YOU'RE COMING HOME. I LEFT THE KEY UNDER THE MAT TO OUR FRONT DOOR, FOR ONE MORE CHANCE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE. I DON'T KNOW
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ME DOWN LIKE YOU DO, SWEETHEART
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RILEY
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Maxwell hadn't known he'd been holding his breath until he let it all out in a long, billowing, sigh as the pressure being plied on him was relaxed. Light headed from the heat, his drunken meals, pained shock, and blood loss, he stared vaguely up at the ceiling off the small alcove, warmly aware of the hand petting his hair. His eyelashes fluttered closed, consciousness slipping a bit into a half step below being fully awake, feeling relaxed but sore at the same time as Riley continued to feed. The dubstep was like a lullaby, and, despite the fact that the person he was secretly in love with was literally on top of him, he couldn't quite focus.
Stupid drunk food, stupid seedy location. He'd wanted... He'd wanted to be completely aware to soak this situation in when it'd happened.
The fairy gave a pained twitch when the teeth were removed, grimacing at the feeling of warmth sliding out and trickling down his neck and onto the cushions. Ugh, he hoped other people's blood wasn't lingering where he was laying. That was... that was gross...
Aware that his thought were staling and slipping, he tried hard to comprehend what his friend was saying. “Mm, s'alright.” He muttered sleepily. In a way, he was lucky for the sudden huge wave of shock-inspired exhaustion; doubtlessly he'd be sniffling from pain otherwise. “Glad I could help... Just come to me next time.” He mumbled, letting his arms drop off of Riley's back and at his sides. Ugh, it was hard to keep his eyes open...
“Hey, if you're not busy, can we go home together?”
Later, after he'd slept the night's events off, he'd look back on this with the thrilled excitement of a high school girl who'd inadvertently gotten to first base with her first crush. Yep, tomorrow would probably be pretty damn dramatic...
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