Dance of Seduction

Dance of Seduction

By Jamie Lowe

The best part of being a vampire, Mahak Sinan concluded, was the limitless

opportunities to troll nightclubs for sexy, warm-blooded males. Skinny males with
bright eyes who loved to dance and drink and glowed with mortal life. Mahak
could salivate just thinking about them, his favorite partners and favorite meals. But
Mahak wasn't cruel. He rarely picked someone to be a partner and later turned them
into a meal. He had taken the common saying 'don't shit where you eat' and made it
a bit more immortal-friendly: 'don't eat where you fuck.'

Ever since he'd picked up Parker Anderson, though, he'd only been looking for

food. For all that Parker was a tiny little thing, he had a troll-sized temper that
Mahak didn't want targeted on him. He really had intended for Parker to be yet
another nameless face in an endless string of one-night-stands, but something about
the young man had drawn him in again and again.

He'd toyed with the possibility of Parker being an incubus after the fifth time

he'd landed in the guy's bed, but knew Parker's real draw was in how utterly human
the young man seemed. Warm and passionate, just the way Mahak liked his
humans. After six months, he knew he was the only 'supernatural' creature in their
bed. And Parker knew it, too.

So, on a Friday night he was standing in the line of prospective club-goers

waiting  to  get  into Shimmer!,  his  clear  preference  since  it  had  the  cleanest
reputation  of  any  gay  club  he  had  been  to.  He  had  yet  to  encounter  anyone  under
legal  age  and  the  bouncer  kept  any  would-be  bashers  far  from  the  exits.  Plus,  the
pretty-boy bartender mixed fantastic drinks.

Even though he was a regular attendee, Mahak still had to wait outside with

everyone else until it was his turn to get inside. He didn't much mind (it certainly

wasn't like the undead were in any hurry) but it gave too many people the
opportunity to study him at length in relatively good lighting. And after six-hundred
years as a vampire, selective anonymity was his best friend.

He doubted anyone was actually observing him with the thought that he was an

undead. In fact, he knew what they wanted from him; Mahak was a very handsome
man.  Unlike  the  clichéd  images  of  pale,  gaunt  monsters,  Mahak  stood  at  an
imposing  6'2"  and  was  not  what  anyone  could  reasonably  call  'skinny.'  He  had
thick,  wavy  black  hair  and,  being  a  Mediterranean  vampire,  had  only  paled  in  his
afterlife to the degree of a Caucasian who spent time by the poolside.

Finally, the line moved up so he could hand his fake ID to the bouncer, who

barely glanced at it.

"Evening, Mahak."
"Good evening to you as well, Rich," he replied cordially. "Has Parker arrived

yet?"

"I haven't seen him, but my shift just started ten minutes ago. He might already

be inside waiting for you." He stepped back and let Mahak through the door to the
club.

Mahak bowed his head and brushed past Rich, slipping a five-dollar bill into the

bouncer's  pocket.  He  walked  down  the  short  black  hallway  that  opened  up  into  a
chaotic,  wonderful  mess  of  sounds  and  lights  and  smells.  The  DJ  was  playing
"Drummer  Boy"  --  Mahak  severely  disapproved  --  and  the  flashing  colored  lights
were doing their thing over the mass of gyrating bodies on the dance-floor.

He went over to the cute little blond collecting jackets and removed his heavy

black trench-coat, revealing a simple pair of black slacks and a blood-red button-up
shirt. He always laughed at the people who showed up underdressed, thinking that
just because Shimmer! was a gay club less would be more. Give him someone who
knew how to dress over a lotioned twink in shorty-shorts any day.

"I'll keep it nice and warm for you, Mr. Sinan!" the boy said, grinning as he

slipped two fingers into the pocket and retrieved the two dollars stuck inside.

"I'll bet you will," Mahak answered with a teasing roll of the eyes. He practically

got VIP treatment any time he walked through the door, and just because he knew
basic courtesy. "Is Parker here?"

"Yep! He mentioned heading to the bar."
"Thank you." He patted the boy on the head. Mahak approached the mad-house

crowded around the bar and pushed his way through, breathing in the scents of
sweat and sex on the young men. It was enough to make him salivate. A few cocky
brats reached out and grabbed at his butt or his crotch, but he just swatted them
away. Silly children. One of them might end up his next midnight snack.

He managed to navigate the insanity until he was leaning on the polished glass

bar. "Jorge!" he called to the bartender who was flipping a bottle of vodka in the

air. "Where's Parker?"

"Down at the end, being propositioned by Big Foot!" Jorge answered, pointing

with the neck of the vodka bottle. "You might want to go rescue him."

Mahak scowled and pushed people out of the way until he was down where

Jorge had indicated. And, for a few seconds, he thought the bartender might have
been dead serious.

Parker was curled up in a spherical barstool with his knees tucked to his chest

while a hairy bear of a man leaned toward him, sliding a hand up his leg.

"Hey!" he interrupted, spinning Parker's chair to be facing away from the man.
His lover frowned for a second before recognizing him and lighting right up.

"Mahak!" He reached up and wrapped his arms around Mahak's neck.

Mahak kissed him warmly, parting his lips to deepen his welcome. He smirked

when he felt Parker's tongue slide across the sharp points of his fangs. He could
taste the cranberry from his lover's Dragonfly.

"Excuse me, asshole," Big Foot started, "but he and I were talking."
Mahak pulled back and pinned the guy with his steeliest gaze. "And who the

fuck do you think you are?" The guy looked like he was straight out of the hills. He
obviously wasn't used to the club scene; he was wearing brown work-boots, torn
jeans with stains, and an open red flannel shirt that revealed his furry chest.

"The guy who's taking this little thing home tonight."
"Like Hell," Parker replied.
"Aw, come on, don't be like that." The guy put a paw-like hand on Parker's

shoulder and squeezed.

"Get your hands off of me!" Parker protested.
Mahak's eyes flashed with rage and he envisioned ripping the man away from

his lover and sinking his fangs into the bear's wrestler-neck, sucking until there
wasn't a drop left in his veins.

"Is there a problem over here?" Jorge asked, coming to take Parker's empty

glass.

Parker crossed his arms over his chest and answered for the group. "No

problem, Jorge. I was just telling Bud here--"

"Judd," the bear cut in.
"Jude here that Mahak and I are going to go dance now." Parker took Mahak's

hand and all but dragged him onto the dance-floor.

"You should have just let me eat him," Mahak hissed, pulling his lover's body

against his own under the flashing lights.

Parker grinned up at him -- for he stood at a mere 5'9" -- and said, "Were you

wanting a 'Bloody Redneck' instead of a Bloody Mary or a Bloody Aztec?"

"Don't be a smart ass," Mahak chided, "Smart asses get spanked."
"Is that a promise?" Parker sure looked like he was planning on some fun

tonight. His thin body was clothed to the nines in boots, flared black pants, and a
form-fitting white muscle shirt. Mahak leaned down and nibbled at the leather of
Parker's black collar.

"Please don't eat me," Parker joked. "I promise, I'm better sucking on you than

you are sucking on me."

Mahak rolled his eyes and gave his lover a firm slap on the rump, which got

dozens of approving catcalls from the men pressed all around them. "Behave."

"Yes, Master." Parker turned around and started dancing wildly to the bass beats

pounding through the speakers. He threw raised his arms up over his head and
pushed his plump butt back into Mahak's crotch.

Mahak put his hands on Parker's hips and pulled him even closer, burying his

face in Parker's neck to smell his lover's wonderful sweat. He pressed his lips onto
the human's pulse-point, feeling the blood throb under his lips.

"Hey," Parker called over the loud music. "Our new friend is staring at us."
Mahak curled his lip back and raised his eyes to see that, sure enough, Judd had

emerged from the crowd around the bar and was standing with a bottle of beer in
his hand, eyes locked on the two of them with a hungry look on his face. Well, not
so much on the two of them but on Parker.

"What got him so fixated on you?" Mahak asked. Sure, Parker was submissive

sex on legs and was the sexiest little creature in the club, but did that hairy
sasquatch really think he was going to win over a pretty-boy type like Parker?

Parker shrugged, brushing some of his honey-colored hair out of his eyes.

"Who knows? Maybe he gets off on the challenge. Of course, we both know I'm
attractive enough to get all kinds of creeps lusting after me," he added, glancing
over his shoulder. "He's rather furry; maybe he's a werewolf."

"Maybe you're a brat." Mahak's eyes narrowed at the thought of a werewolf

sniffing after his lover. But nothing about Judd seemed supernatural. He struck
Mahak as utterly common and mortal.

He glared at the voyeur and slid his hands a bit farther forward until they were

resting just above Parker's groin, pinkies resting in the creases where legs met torso.
His own silent 'fuck you' to the man eying his lover like Parker was a piece of meat.

"Maybe we should make him really jealous," Parker suggested, thrusting his

hips into Mahak's hands. "I wonder what he would do if we started getting busy
right here on the dance-floor. Do you think he would just stand and stare, or would
he come over and demand to join in?"

"I'm not fucking you in front of everyone," Mahak hissed possessively. Parker

was his until the human either fell in love with another or died. "Besides, the more
you antagonize those guys, the more likely one of them is to follow you home and
rape you."

"But I have my big, bad vampire to protect me," Parker crooned. "You would

never let anything happen to me, would you?"

He grinned and slipped the very tips of his sharp fangs into the soft flesh of

Parker's neck, mumbling "Uh-uh."

"Pretty please?" Parker begged. He pushed out his bottom lip and moved one

hand back, squeezing Mahak's cock.

Who could resist? "Fine, but if you get us kicked out, you're in big trouble."
"Who's on right now? Jason?"
"Rich."
"Like he'd ever give us the boot." Parker put his hands on his hips and so subtly

one could miss it entirely if they weren't looking for it, lowered his pants inch by
inch until only his thumbs in his belt-loops were keeping them from dropping to
the floor.

Mahak hissed quietly, moving his hand down to unzip his own tight black

pants, pulling out his erect length and thrusting against Parker's ass. The club was
fairly clean and there wasn't much sex in dark corners, but it wasn't necessarily
against the rules and people did occasionally do it, so no one was going to throw a
fit even if they did see. That didn't mean he wanted everyone knowing that he was
doing Parker -- just that Judd guy.

He pulled Parker back even closer against his hips so that his cock was pressing

into Parker's ass. He rocked gently against Parker and brushed his fangs along his
lover's neck. "This might hurt," he warned.

"You think I wasn't planning on getting laid tonight?" Parker challenged,

"Believe me, I'm all ready to go."

Mahak laughed silently into the warm, sweaty flesh. "Slut," he accused fondly.
"You love it."
"That I do, babe. That I do." He changed the angle of his movements and slowly

drove his erection into his lover, sinking his fangs deep into Parker's neck and
muffling his moans against his lover's skin to avoid drawing attention to what they
were doing.

He could feel the beat throbbing in his cold veins and let it direct his

movements, pulling out and thrusting back into Parker in time with the pounding
bass. No one would know from just a glance what they were doing since everyone
was dancing the same way, hips pumping.

Mahak looked to see if Judd was watching and saw the bear's eyes locked onto

them. The guy's jaw was hanging open and his eyes had a starved glint to them; he
seemed almost hypnotized by them. Mahak couldn't help himself. As he pounded
into his lover, he flipped their voyeur the bird.

Parker let out a soft, sexy whimper and Mahak slipped his fangs out of Parker's

neck, quick tongue catching the twin points of delicious blood. "Your stalker's
watching," Mahak crooned.

"Let him," Parker insisted, pushing back against Mahak even harder.
A new song started and most of the lights faded, leaving only the roving pink

lights  moving  over  the  crowd.  The  added  darkness  gave  Mahak  and  Parker  even
more  privacy.  Parker's  white  shirt  fit  so  tightly  on  his  chest  that  it  was  easier  for
Mahak  to  molest  him  over  the  cotton  instead  of  fighting  to  get  under  it.  Mahak
petted Parker's chest and pulled it even tighter, leaning over Parker's shoulder to see
his human lover's nipples.

"T-touch me," Parker insisted.
Mahak grinned and kept thrusting inside of his lover, fingers closing on each

erect peak. Parker gasped and Mahak moaned, grabbing Parker's hips and nibbling
at his neck.

Across the floor, Judd still had his eyes glued to them. Mahak could see the

mixed jealous rage and boiling desire in his gaze. He knew Judd would never let
Parker go without a confrontation, and knowing a good fight was coming was
almost as arousing as the beautiful boy attached to him at the hip.

Parker let out a soft mewling sound that was almost hypnotic. "Mahak," he

fussed, "these pants are starting to feel really tight."

The vampire snickered into Parker's neck and released his lover's nipples,

bracing one hand on Parker's chest then moving the other down to grope him
through his black pants. Mahak grinned as Parker yelped, the noise luckily
drowned out by the music. A few people looked over and saw his hand, whistling
approvingly and giving Mahak knowing winks. He grinned back at them and gave
Parker's cock a squeeze, making Parker throw his head back.

Mahak could feel a coil of pleasure tightening in his lower-belly, but he didn't

want to rush. He was thoroughly enjoying this chance to have his lover somewhere
so public and to make someone jealous. He could just imagine that Judd would
keep drinking, go to his cockroach-infested apartment, collapse into bed, and jack
off while thinking about Mahak and Parker before passing out at three a.m., and
that turned him on even more.

The music reached a pounding crest and Mahak slipped his fangs deep into

Parker's  carotid  artery.  Warm  coppery  blood  oozed  out  around  his  fangs  and  he
lapped  it  all  up  with  his  enthusiastic  tongue  as  he  pounded  into  his  lover's  warm
body.  Parker  jerked  in  Mahak's  hold  and  he  grinned  when  he  felt  Parker's  release
through  his  lover's  pants.  He  tensed  and  let  out  a  choked-off  groan,  experiencing
his own dry orgasm.

As the song faded, they stood still on the dance floor while Parker tried to catch

his breath. Mahak took a few more sips of blood, moving his hands to Parker's
sides and gently tapping with his fingers. Finally, Parker pulled off of his fangs and
turned around, hands on his hips. "I'm a mess now," Parker complained, "I'm going
to go get cleaned up in the bathroom."

Mahak gazed past Parker's shoulder to Judd, who had moved to a stool and was

leaning back heavily against the bar with his legs spread. He was sporting an
obvious erection and still had his eyes on Parker. "You do that. I think I'm going to
go talk to your new friend."

"Don't kill him," Parker insisted. "We don't need an investigation shutting down

Shimmer! for a few days."

He laughed and kissed Parker on the forehead. "I promise to behave."
"Alright. Tell Jody I said 'hi'."
He gently patted Parker's butt as he shooed him off toward the bathroom. Then,

eyes flashing, he turned to Judd and walked right up to him. "Enjoy the show?" he
demanded.

Judd turned red but glared up at him. "You did that on purpose."
"Of course I did. I rarely 'trip' and end up fucking my lover."
"You wanted me to see what you were doing!"
Mahak smirked evilly. "Yes. But you certainly seem to have enjoyed our show."

He glanced down between Judd's legs meaningfully.

Judd jumped up off the stool with his fists clenched tight. "I don't care what you

have to say about it, I want that boy!"

Jorge the bartender hurried over with his walkie-talkie, obviously ready to call

Rich in to break up the fight. "Everything okay, sir?"

Mahak nodded shortly. "It's fine, Jorge. Nothing I can't handle." He leaned

closer to Judd and said, "You really don't want to pick a fight with me."

"Oh yeah?" Judd fired off a punch toward Mahak's jaw.
Because of Mahak’s vampiric vision, though, Judd might as well have been

attacking him in a pool of molasses. Mahak reached out and grabbed Judd's wrist,
his sharp claws digging into the bear's thick wrist. Judd let out a roar of anger and
tried to attack him again. Mahak ducked and grabbed Judd by the shirt-collar,
shoving him against the bar.

"Mahak, that's enough!"
He turned, eyes flashing, and saw Parker standing there, still drying his hands

on a paper towel. Mahak sighed, but let Judd go so Parker wouldn't get mad at him.
"I'm done," he assured his lover.

"So are you, buddy," Jorge informed Judd. "You're out of here." Rich was

strong-arming his way through the club, jaw tight.

"Let's go, Mahak," Parker insisted, tugging at Mahak's arm.
He sighed but agreed, putting his arm around Parker's waist and stopping to

retrieve his coat from the boy watching the cloak room. Rich, dragging Judd behind
him, passed them on his way to the door. At the entrance, he called back to Mahak,
"You want me to keep a hold on this one until you're long gone?"

"Don't worry about it," Mahak answered. "We'll be gone soon."

Mahak pulled his coat on and left Shimmer! with his lover. Judd and Rich were

still arguing just outside the door and the (now smaller) line of hopefuls were
watching the fight with interest. As Mahak and Parker walked by, Judd turned to
follow Parker with hungry eyes.

Parker giggled quietly and turned to wave at Judd with his fingers. "Bye bye,

Jed."

Mahak lead Parker to the shadows and they moved quickly through the

darkness, in a hurry to get back to Parker's apartment. "Fair warning," he purred as
he twined his fingers with Parker's, "I didn't get to find a meal tonight, so I'll just
have to snack on you."

Parker's grin was as predatory as a vampire's. "Good."
Mahak grinned back, fangs gleaming in the streetlights.

End

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