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lostfirefly · 3 months

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With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart, and that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart (Ch.1)

Buggy and Catherine (OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series) were spending their evening at a bar. He was busy all week with his circus, so they hardly saw each other (yes, this happens too). A simple game leads to their first fight.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Warnings: Arguing. Drunk Buggy. Sadness.

Words: 1730

The title is taken from "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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“Tails!”

Buggy tossed a coin. “Heads! I won again, my cotton candy.”

“Because you are cheating!” Catherine pushed Buggy in the shoulder.

“I’m not! Don't blame me, baby. Blame the Universe,” he laughed and sipped his beer. “Ok, it’s your turn to answer. Tell me about.. your worst date.”

“Of course it's my turn. You tricked me again and I'm answering for the fifth time in a row. Ok.. My worst date.. My worst date.” Catherine set the chin on her hand and thought for a moment. “Jimmy Bimmy Bean!”

“Jimmy Bimmy Bean? Gosh! He’s already won the award for the stupidest name ever!”

“He has his mom to thank for that. But he was cute. So.. He invited me to an amusement park..” Catherine ran her finger over the wine glass.

“But it's not so bad.”

“Shush, clown! I haven't finished yet. But I don't know if he decided this date would cost him too much, or if I wasn't worthy of riding the merry-go-round with him. All in all, he took me to an ordinary park.”

“Bastard!” Buggy said in a mocking tone.

“Shut up! This isn't the end of the story. His mom was following us. She was hiding behind bushes, trees, benches and other shit. And when he tried to kiss me, she showed him how to do it, standing behind some oak tree. Imagine, someone’s arms are hugging you, a face is approaching you, but at the same time this face is looking somewhere sideways, where his mother was standing and showing what to do.” Catherine laughed and took a sip of wine.

“I don't want to imagine that,” Buggy's face changed, he pouted.

She stood up from her chair, came behind him and hugged him. “O-oh, don't be jealous, my silly clown. It was many years ago! I was 20.”

“I’m not jealous! Jealousy is for teenagers. I'm an old grown man!”

“Yes, yes. You're a grown man.” She kissed his cheek and buried her forehead in his temple. “You know, I’m so happy we can finally spend some time together. I haven't really seen you for the whole week because of your show rehearsals. I’m ok with that. But I missed you.” Catherine gave him three quick kisses on his cheek.

“Baby, I told you, you can come to my circus tent at any time. I know where we can hide there and have some fun.” He turned his head towards her and winked.

“You're disgusting sometimes, you know that?” She pecked him on his temple. “Well. Feel better now?”

“No, your scary story about Jamboo Bamboo has deeply traumatized me. I will never be the same again and it’s your fault now, because you fell in love with me completely differently.” He turned around on the chair, made puppy eyes and hugged her around the waist. Catherine rolled her eyes and kissed him on the lips.

“Stop grabbing my ass, jerk!” She removed his hand from her buttocks. ”And what are you laughing at?”

“You should see your face now,” he laughed loudly and ran his fingers over her lips, wiping away any traces of his lipstick.

“Oh, fuck you. I hate cosmetics, and because of you, now I’m always smeared with your makeup in every possible part of my body. Even in those that are embarrassing to talk about.”

Buggy chuckled mischievously.

“Hate you. Better order me one more glass of wine.” Catherine clapped her hands lightly and sat back. “O-okay! It's my turn now! Heads or tails?”

“Heads!”

Catherine tossed the coin.

“Yes!! You finally lost, little asshole! Ha-ha! Tails!!” She happily spun around in her chair twice. “Ok-ok.. Oh! I know! When I was about 15 years old, my friend and I had a fight. To be honest, I don't really remember what it was about. But at that time I perceived our quarrel as a betrayal on her part and almost as the most tragic story in my life. Then I was afraid to talk to her for a very long time to make things better. So here's my question. You're all strong and brave. But you have to be afraid of something, right? What is the main fear for Buggy The Most Handsome Clown?”

Buggy's mood changed in a second and he answered rather dryly. “You know, I don't want to play anymore.”

“What? Why? What's wrong? What did I say?” She looked at him with surprised eyes.

“Nothing. I’ll order more wine for you.” He showed “the refresh sign” to the bartender.

“W-what? Are you offended or what? Come on! It’s just a silly question. Buggy….” She took his left hand. “What's…”

“Heeey, boss! Hi, Cath!” Suddenly two men approached the bar counter where Buggy and Catherine were sitting. One was a tall slender man with light green hair that covered a half of his face, he was a large checkered scarf. The second was with a muscular torso and thick lips, he wore a fur vest that covered the area of his chest.

“Cabaji! Mohji! What are you doing here?” Buggy's face was relieved and he patted them both on the shoulder happily. Catherine smiled slightly and nodded her head at them.

“Decided to spend the evening with beer and girls.” Cabaji smiled and made an order to the bartender. “I'm sorry, are we interrupting you?”

“Actually, y…” Catherine didn't finish her sentence.

“No. Of course not. Sit down.” He waved his right hand and the nearby chair and pulled the other out of Catherine’s hand. “Oh, your wine, sweety.” He moved the glass to her.

While Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji were talking and drinking one beer after another. Catherine gently hinted to the suddenly appearing guys that there were cute girls in the bar and they were looking at them. She rose from her chair and stood between Buggy and Cabaji.

Placing one hand on her boyfriend's back and the other on Cabaji's shoulder, she cleared her throat. "Look, Cabaji, I don't want to be rude, but we're kind of on a date here. I just.. Can we…”

“Oh, sorry. He just said..” he suddenly blushed.

“He won’t go anywhere!” Buggy’s drunk voice rang out.

“You know, I think you’ve had enough beer for today.” Catherine said calmly and tried to take the glass from his hand. “Let's go home?”

“And I’m not going anywhere. Oh, I know! Let’s throw a party in your honor! Let’s have some fun!! ” He pulled the glass out of her hand.

“All the fun of the bar is already inside you.” Catherine glanced at him.

“Baby, we’ve just started our evening. Sit down. I’ll order one more glass of wine for you. Or two. Do you want two glasses? I can order you all the wine in the world because you’re with me and you are lo-o-ovely.” He barely touched her hair with his hand and immediately took a sip of beer.

“No, Buggy. I don’t want one more glass of wine. Now I want to go home because my boyfriend is acting himself like a complete jerk.” She grabbed her belongings.

“Where are you going, my biscuit?”

“Home. And you can stay here and drink the whole bar down.”

Catherine left the bar and went home. She spent three hours on the couch, covered with a plaid. Occasionally getting up to make tea. She didn't know what pissed her off more, the fact that he didn't explain the strange reaction to a simple question or something else.

"Damn you, clown. Catherine, you promised yourself you wouldn't become the kind of girl who freaks out over little things. So why are you reacting this way? Of course, instead of explaining something, he went out of his way to answer an innocent question and started drinking with his friends. But maybe you're freaking out over nothing." She muttered to herself.

She heard someone trying to get the key in the keyhole. Finally the door opened and she heard shuffling sounds. Buggy padded drunkenly into the living room and collapsed on the couch next to Catherine.

“I’m back, my Cathie-pie,” he tried to kiss her. "Why did you leave? Do you know how sad I was without you?"

"I noticed. You know, I'm usually amused by you being like this, but right now, please get your hands off me," she tried to get up from the couch.

"Don't walk away from me, my biscuit. I love you so much," he pulled her back.

"Buggy, what the fuck?" Catherine jumped up from the couch. "Fuck, during our relationship I've never reproached you for staying late at your rehearsals or coming home drunk. I wanted to spend one evening with you. What's the bottom line? Everything was ok but you suddenly freak out over some stupid question. God, I didn't want to offend you. And what? I was trying to find out what I did wrong. Instead of telling me the reason for your weird reaction, you start drinking with your buddies. And I'm sitting in a chair like a complete idiot because I didn't know what happened. Score!”

"Baby, jeez, it's just..." He tried to get up from the couch, but fell over. "Damn, the floor's moving. You're going overboard with your desire for fucking romance. Stop overreacting."

She sighed heavily. “Thank you for saying that shit about me. Now I really don’t want to talk to you.” She went to the bedroom and lay down under the blanket.

Buggy came into the bedroom a few minutes later and lay down beside her.

"My cotton candy, stop pouting," he poked her in the shoulder.

She jerked back. "Don't touch me, what if my, as you said, overreaction causes pink unicorns to come and trample you."

"Oh, Lord, lie here and take offense till morning." He turned his back to her and closed his eyes. Suddenly he heard a soft sob from the other side of the bed.

“Catherine.. Baby, why you...” He asked, turning his head back. She didn't answer.

It was the first (and last) time in their relationship that he had heard Catherine cry.

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turnthemasunder-if · 8 months

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May The Best Lover Wins

So my Readers it has come to my attention that Daddy Charles got so many followers(Simps more like it lol!) and I intend to remedy that with these snippets. So I hope you enjoyed this snippet featuring Chase our downtown horny Lycan boy ;) Oh its a bit NSFW btw under the cut. Song

(Chase's POV)

In the heart of the pulsating nightclub, the infectious beat of the club techno jazz reverberates through your very being. The air is electrified with anticipation, as the blinding lights dance and morph, casting a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors that paint the atmosphere. With eyes fixated on the spectacle before you, you stand in the corner, a silent observer of the chaotic symphony unfolding.

The dance floor is a swirling mass of bodies, a mesmerizing pandemonium of movement and energy. Each individual becomes intertwined with another, lost in the rhythm and the shared ecstasy of the moment. As you inhale deeply, a cacophony of scents wafts through the air, a heady mixture of sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable allure of desire.

Deep within the depths of your being, a primal beast stirs, demanding to be sated. It yearns for the raw and carnal pleasures of the flesh, its hunger insatiable and unyielding. The thumping bass resonates within you, echoing the pounding of your own heart, as the beast within claws at your every fiber, urging you to succumb to its desires or to simply put it wants to fuck!

The atmosphere is charged with tension, as if the very air crackles with the anticipation of unleashed passions. The room feels alive, pulsating with a frenetic energy that ignites the senses. You can almost taste the heat in the air, feel the electricity coursing through your veins, and hear the collective gasps and moans that rise and fall like waves crashing against the shore.

And sooner your eyes land on a certain woman sitting on the bar, and without knowing her or hearing her, she catches your eye. You find yourself drawn to her, fascinated by the way her fingers lightly dance along the rim of her glass. She wears a knowing smile on her lips, as if she's challenging you to get lost in her world, a world that you suddenly ache to explore. Your desire rises within you like a wildfire, fueled by the frenzy surrounding you and the uninhibited desires of the music.

It's a volatile cocktail that can explode at any moment, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if tonight will be the night when all your pent-up frustrations are finally set free. As the woman's gaze meets yours, a primal thrill runs through you, and you sense that she is waiting for you to make a move. With your heartbeat thundering in your ears, you will your feet to carry you toward her, suddenly aching for a taste of this otherworldly creature before you.

Slowly, you approach her, letting your eyes wander over her shapely figure, savoring every dip and curve of her body. Her eyes are a startling shade of blue, rimmed with dark, smoky makeup, and they burn into you, daring you to take what you want. As the pulsing beats continue to swell around you, your gaze slides down her neck, following the graceful slope of her throat to where her breasts sit tantalizingly beneath her silky shirt.

The hunger that has been brewing within you all night intensifies, and you know that you need to find some form of release or risk exploding like a grenade. "Hey there gorgeous!" you wink at her and sitting beside her. "What can I treat you into tonight?" you lick your lips at her, not taking your eyes off hers. "Get me anything you want," she purrs, eyes twinkling in the strobe lights, giving you a kinky grin. "Bartender give me your best!" you wave the bartender offer and he begins to prepare drinks.

You can feel the sexual tension in the air, swirling like a mini-hurricane, ready to strike. While the bartender fixes your drinks, you notice a slight stain of lipstick on her glass and slowly slip your finger on the dirty wet place she just put her luscious lips. When the bartender arrives with the drink, he asks her, "Do you need an ice?" "Of course," she grabs a little ice cube out and throws it down on her shirt. On top of that, she turns to the right to give you a fabulous view of her breast, and you got this beautiful sight of her well-endowed cleavage.

Without hesitation, you watch her feed your drink a naughty bit of finger licker goodness. "I can give you more," you say, lust building up in your throat. This whole idea seems like it's on auto-play now, this kind of hook-ups its child play to you now how many times have you done these? 15…20 or is it 30? No matter! It means that your a pro and a pro that will get his reward after this sensual hour is over. She touches your chest and teases you with those flirtatious words while those other girls stand by, watching your exchange with interest it seems the two of you are garnering an audicence. "Hey fancy a dance?" you ask the girl, still calling her girl because you didn't really care about her name, after this night you will forget her.

"Thought you never ask!" the girl said, seizing yo With the alcohol swirling in your blood and a vision of the hot girl swaying her hips to the beat, the thoughts running through your head are wicked and sinful. Your dick is already straining against your pants, a steady throb that tells you that tonight is the night when you're going to unleash it. As she coaxes you to grab her breasts, you close your eyes for a moment, imagining what it's like to have them in your hands, how they feel.

The pounding bass reverberated through the dimly lit club, filling the air with an electric energy. Bodies swayed and moved in sync with the music, lost in the euphoria of the night. You were in your element, dancing with a beautiful girl who had caught your eye. The connection between you was palpable, her laughter and carefree spirit infectious.

But amidst the pulsating lights and rhythmic beats, a familiar presence intruded upon your blissful moment. A growl emanated from deep within you as you recognized the source of the disturbance. Tarnish, your friend and constant thorn in your side, had somehow managed to worm their way into your carefully crafted plan. "Chase is that you?"

"Who let them in here?" you thought, frustration seeping through your words. This was always bound to happen. Tarnish was like a magnet for chaos, forever on the verge of ruining your carefully orchestrated schemes.

"Miss me, you did miss me?" Tarnish chuckled, positioning themselves between you and the girl. "Ya know I'm a bit busy!" you point your eyes towards the girl. She giggles and she shrugs at you. She's interested and doesn't care about your friend or their bullshit as long as they're not stopping your party. You can't blame her. She can easily find a willing man after you fail to deliver, with a package like that she wound't even sweat.

"Go away, Tarnish!" you exclaimed, attempting to maintain your composure and keep up with the pulsating beat. But Tarnish was relentless, refusing to take the hint. They started to dance along with the two of you, a mischievous grin on their face.

"You know, Chase, I really need to talk to you," Tarnish said, their smile masking a hint of seriousness in their eyes. You sneered and clenched your fists, not in the mood for any kind of discussion. Tarnish, however, remained unfazed, their smile unwavering.

"Huh, well I'm not in the mood for talking, so get the fuck away!" you spat, your frustration boiling over. But Tarnish persisted, their determination evident in their unwavering gaze.

"Now, Chasey my love, I think we're beyond that. So we're just going to talk," Tarnish and grins that asshole-smile of theirs. As if to put emphasis on what they mean, their eyes flicker to your fists that's begging to land on their face.

"You two are exes or something?" the girl asked, her irritation palpable.

"No… No… NO!" Panic surged through you as you realized your so close, so close to hitting home and Tarnish just waltz in and need to ruin everything. "Nope, I don't even know them," you lied desperately, hoping to salvage the situation.

Without warning, you threw a punch at Tarnish, but they anticipated your move and deftly blocked it. "Good, now let's talk," they said, their voice calm but firm.

"We are in the middle of something!" you hissed, your voice barely a whisper as you fought to maintain some semblance of control. The girl watched the scene unfold, torn between intervening or stepping back. Her lips were pursed, her eyes darting between you and Tarnish, a potent mix of annoyance and intrigue in her gaze.

Tarnish, undeterred, continued to hold your gaze, their face a mask of concentration. With surprising strength, they grabbed you and pulled you closer, invading your personal space.

"C'mon, Chase, what does the girl have that I don't?" Tarnish taunted, their voice filled with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

This caught you off guard. "What?!"

Confusion washed over you, and you stared at them, studying their face for any sign of a joke. Slowly, you noticed a glimmer in their eye, a smirk tugging at the corners of their lips. "What the fuck are you talking about, Tarnish?" you asked, your voice laced with disbelief.

Your confusion is like a tangled web, woven with irritation that prickles beneath your skin. It's hard to believe that they could be serious. They couldn't be. They must be joking, just messing around. But as you glance at their face, the way their chest rises and falls with each breath, you begin to doubt your initial assumption. Their words hang in the air, heavy with expectation.

"Yeah, you heard me," they say, their voice laced with a hint of challenge. "What do those girls have that I don't?"

You roll your eyes, frustration simmering in your veins. Tonight is not the night for their games. "You're kidding, right? Why are you doing this?" you retort, your voice dripping with exasperation.

A mischievous smirk dances on their lips, mischief glinting in their eyes. Their question hangs in the air, pregnant with possibilities. "Hmm…Is it bad if I was to kiss you right now?" A momentary tightening in your chest hits you like a sudden blow, catching you off guard. Is Tarnish serious?

Before you can utter a word, they pull you closer, their lips crashing against yours with a fierce intensity that ignites a fire deep within. Time seems to freeze as you stand there, caught in the whirlwind of emotions. One moment, you were simply enjoying a night at the nightclub, partying with a cute chick, and the next, you find yourself swept up in a passionate embrace that leaves you breathless and bewildered.

Tarnish, ever the tease, pulls back, leaving you yearning for more. "Now, how about that talk? I hope this can change your mind," they say, their voice husky and dripping with desire, their tongue darting out to lick their lips. With a firm grip, they pull you to your feet, leading you away from the crowd and towards the open balcony just outside the bar.

Your head spins from the whirlwind of emotions, and as you glance to your side, you realize that the girl you were with has vanished, perhaps growing bored and seeking someone more enticing. It dawns on you that you are now free for the night, caught in a web of uncertainty and exhilaration.

Together, you and Tarnish make your way to the balcony, the cool evening air washing over you, as if trying to clear the fog in your mind. The night sky stretches above, adorned with a million twinkling stars, while the full moon casts a soft, silvery glow across the city. It's a scene straight out of a dream, a backdrop that heightens the drama unfolding between you.

"You know," you say, a crooked smile tugging at your lips, "you really just stole my chance back there."

Tarnish smirks, shaking their head. "Sorry…not sorry? I just couldn't take it anymore. But this talk is not about me," they reply, their voice a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

A chuckle escapes your lips, a release of tension that lingers in the air. The events of the evening have left you on the edge, uncertain yet exhilarated. You take a deep breath, the world around you seeming to pulsate with an electric energy that you can't quite grasp.

As your mind races to make sense of everything, you can't help but feel a thrill in the air. There's something unspoken, something electric between you and Tarnish. It's a connection that defies explanation, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The heaviness settled in your stomach, a knot forming as the reality of what had just transpired hit you in waves. The sensation of the kiss, the way Tarnish had looked at you with those intense eyes, the way their lips had tasted, it was all surreal, like a dream.

"So what were we gonna talk about?" you asked, trying to ground yourself in reality.

Tarnish took a sip of their glass, a mischievous glint in their eyes. They always seemed to have something up their sleeve, their hands quick and proficient. It was a skill you admired, but also a little wary of. How quick and proficient could they really be? It was a theory you didn't mind them testing, but importantly you want them to test it on you..

"Oh, that?" Tarnish chuckled. "That's just an excuse so I can prevent you from getting laid!"

Your arms crossed, anger bubbling up inside you. "Seriously? I thought it was a matter of emergency!" you exclaimed, the frustration evident in your voice.

Tarnish simply swirled their drink, the ice clinking against the glass. "What can I say? Uncle's orders! Besides, you seem to be more entertained by being single all the time anyway."

The words stung, a mix of jealousy and annoyance welling up within you. "Are you jealous? Because you know I can fix that up for you in an instant!" you retorted, a flirtatious tone laced with anger.

Tarnish only smirked, their eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. "Nah, I'm good. Besides, no one is ever good enough for me. So I need you to be the best for me, at it!"

The night grew darker, and despite your inner disgust at Tarnish's words, you couldn't deny the truth in them. They were one to hold their cards close to their chest, revealing just enough to keep you intrigued. And you couldn't help but notice the hints they dropped, suggesting that your role in their life was greater than they let on.

You looked at Tarnish, surprise evident on your face. "So how are you suggesting it?"

"You know what I'm trying to say, Chase," Tarnish replied, their eyes lighting up with mischief. "We've always been each other's special helper, so to speak."

Your heart raced, the implications hitting you like a ton of bricks. Could this be real? Could Tarnish and I…

"Besides, you're the only one who truly knows me, Chase. You know what I want, and you know what I like."

You squirmed in your seat, the double entendre sending a rush of heat through your body. Their eyes burned into you, and suddenly it all became crystal clear. Tarnish desired you.

Your mind spun, the weight of this moment taking its toll. Your gaze involuntarily flicked to their lips, remembering how soft they were when they kissed you. The desire to taste their sweet nectar overwhelmed you. But just as you leaned in, hoping to finally give in to temptation, Tarnish pulled back, denying you pleasure once again.

"Ah…Ah…Ah!" Tarnish playfully wagged their finger, closing one eye. "Chase, I thought you were the King of Love, yet you're so gullible to fall into my charms!" They guffawed at their own joke, reveling in the power they held over you.

"Get out of my mind, Tarnish!" you gasped, your flustered state a mix of newfound desire and frustration.

You stared at Tarnish's neck, imagining the softness of their skin and the taste of their sweet nectar. But Tarnish had other plans. "Let's play a game, shall we?" they offered, a wicked glint in their eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical yet intrigued. "What kind of game?"

"Let's charm and swoon some gals and guys back at the club, and see who can gather the most numbers," Tarnish proposed, gulping down their drink in one motion.

"What are we, kids? This is not a game!" you shook your head in disappointment.

Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Okay then! Let's make it interesting. The winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want for a whole day."

A wicked glint in their eyes, Tarnish knew they had piqued your interest. "Alright, you're on! But remember, it's my game, and I've known you for a long time," you said with a proud smile.

"Same goes for me! Let's begin!" they say and giving you a playful wink. The hours passed quickly. The air is charged with excitement. You and Tarnish have worked out a system: one signals for a number, the other secures it. It's a blur of smiles and flirtations, of shy winks and coy smirks. You meet their eyes, catching the mischievous gleam in their irises, and it's as if you two are having a silent conversation. It's exhilarating and addictive, and you realize that Tarnish might have a point.

You watched Tarnish moved, their charm and ease making you wonder why you hadn't just walked up to them instead. They are truly a force to be reckoned with. The way they held the other's attention, the way they made every little gesture seem so effortless and natural. You couldn't help but be in awe of them.

As the night dragged on, you realized that you were both getting close. You could feel the same growing tension in the air. With each phone number secured, the stakes climbed. It was no longer about who had the highest number. It was now about who could make the person in front of them laugh the loudest or blush the hardest. And you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when you saw how good Tarnish was at this game.

Then you came to an inevitable conclusion. You would never win. Not without Tarnish. You would always come up short in comparison to them. They knew how to tease and flirt and use their body language to their advantage. And you? Well, you're a master of your craft but Tarnish? They're on another level. As you watched them work their magic on some random guy or gal, you felt a strange knot forming in your stomach. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but it didn't feel like jealousy. It felt more like…

Longing?…Passion?…Regret? You weren't sure.

But whatever it was, it was clear that you weren't going to win this game. Which meant you had to take matters into your own hands. So you took a deep breath and mustered your courage. After all, what was the worst that could happen? "Hold on there, buster! My little monster?" Tarnish stared at you, a look of shock on their face. "What?" they asked.

"You heard me! Since you were so insistent on us doing something fun together and we ended up playing this…game! So I suggest we finish it up and go somewhere fun!" you offer, watching their expression closely.

"I see…Well, as much as I hate to agree, you've got a point!" they chuckle softly. "Plus the party's dying down, so where you in the mood for something more…intimate?"

Their gaze was locked on yours, their lips slightly parted. "Intimate… as in what?" they asked, their voice dropping an octave.

Your heart leapt in your chest. "As in getting a dance?" you say of all the things you said dance? Damn Tarnish are getting to your head. "Dance huh? I guess the party can be used some livening up from us!" they smiled devilishly.

It's time for the chase to become the hunted. Slowly but surely, you pull Tarnish towards you, and to your surprise, they don't resist. In fact, they lean in closer, until you can feel their breath on your lips. You can't resist it. You want to kiss them so badly it hurts. Without thinking, you dive forward and trying to capture their lips in a fierce kiss.

Yet they evaded and using your momentum pulled you into a dip, one hand on your back and on the other well travelling to your lower extremities. "Getting stiff are we?" they grabbed your (achem) aching need and Tarnish let out a soft chuckle at the noise that escapes your lips.

As they pressed themselves against your erection, your body was already flooding with sensation. Before you knew it, Tarnish pulled you up and spins you around. You stumbled, dazed and confused by the sudden turn of events. "You okay there baby?" Tarnish teased, giving you a wink before moving closer.

"Okay you need to stop with the foreplay!" you groaned at them.

"Buttttt…I'm just getting started!" they teased and grabbed ahold of you, their fingers trailing dangerously low on your abdomen.

And in an instant, your inhibitions disappeared. You forgot where you were, forgot what you were doing. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this feeling. "Tarnish…" you whispered breathlessly, not even caring what you were saying.

Your eyes locked with theirs, and suddenly you saw that familiar glint in their eyes. They were enjoying this as much as you were, savoring every moment. "Yessssss?" they purr.

"You need to stop being such a tease and just get to it already!" you pleaded, frustrated by their lingering touches and deft maneuvers.

They chuckled, clearly pleased by your response. "Welllllll…considering you asked so nicely…" They pulled you in close, their lips grazing your ear. "I won't keep you waiting any longer…"

Then they cupped your face, eyes locked and begin to lean clsoer and they did it again, by bopping your nose. "Boop!" they say, enjoying torturing you like this. Before you could utter a word, they had you pinned down, their arms above your head, their lips skimming yours, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous glow. You could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage, your breath catching in your throat, and the heat rising in your cheeks.

However, as they drew closer, their eyes flicked to yours, and you saw the laughter in them. "That's not funny!" you hissed, wishing they would stop teasing you like this. "Your right its hilarious!" they step back and giving you room to breath and subside that needed subsiding.

You were annoyed, even though you knew that was their intention. You wanted to be mad, to rage against their mischief, but you found yourself admiring them instead. They had a way of drawing you in, captivating you, enthralling you.

Without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of their shirt and pulled them towards you, holding them by the waist. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. Slowly, they leaned closer, their lips mere inches from yours. And then, they placed a soft kiss on your cheek, their lips brushing yours.

It was a whisper, a ghost of a touch. But it was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You shuddered, your fingers clutching their shirt, your heartbeat quickening. And then, they pulled back, their eyes smoldering.

Your breathing was ragged, your pulse racing, your desire threatening to overcome you. "Your too hasty young man!" they tease their lips pressed to your ear, their tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear.

Unable to speak, unable to move, you let them have their way with you. Their lips continued to caress your ear, their breath hot and heavy. "I guess you do want me…" they whisper, their voice low and sultry.

You didn't know how to respond. You didn't even know if you could. Your body was on fire, your heart about to explode. "Buttt!" with quick and strong hands they pry theirselves from your grip. "Its a bit to soon!" they wink at you and leaning their weight to one leg. "I'm only here to babysit and maybe potentially tell you that below this club there's a feeding den that needs to be destoryed!" they say conspirationaly.

"Seriously now!" you exclaim while trying to compose yourself after what just happened. "Let me take you to a different kind of den that's full of lust and sex!" you offer since you're not exactly ready for anything heavy after what just happened. "Sounds promising but we have other things to take care of!" they say putting their hand behind their back and starting to walk backwards. "B-but what about my prize?!" you raise a brow at them.

"Our deal was that if I win you do anything I want and so far you've just been chasing my butt." They shrugged.

You groaned, wanting to pull out your hair. This can't be happening. "I can't believe you're just gonna walk away now."

"We can always continue this game later, right?" they teased, flashing you that annoying smirk.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. "Wait! You really mean it?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at them.

They chuckled. "That depends…are you willing to work for it?" they said, their tone full of innuendo.

You couldn't help it. You laughed. It was just the way they said it. "You really are the best!" you grinned, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Now that's my good boy!" they say with affection.

So you and Tarnish get down to business flushing out the vampires from below and destroying their mode of business which is well letting people get drained of their blood, no more human batteries for them.

You and Tarnish take care of their operations like a duo. Bits of dust flying here and there, blood splatter on the walls and on your face as you stab a few unlucky vamps. Even the nonliving thing Tarnish even managed to burn a few bodies. It's pure chaos, but you knew what you were doing.

You looked around you, taking in the destruction and mayhem. It felt good to take out these bloodsuckers. But there's more sucking that needs to be down later and that involves you and Tarnish, if they stop playing hard to get that is.

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