The Dark Cold

eight

CHRIS 

Club Syn

  This man, Christian thought, seemed familiar. However, he couldn't place where he'd seen him before. When he'd caught the man looking at him, Christian's world seemed to falter. His insides fluttered and he flushed, causing Lara beside him to notice. 

"Do you know him?" She asks.

"No?" Chris nibbled his lip, at least he thinks so. 

She smiled, "Well, why not get to know him?"

"I-I don't know, Lara. I'm trying to change, I don't need a man trying to ruin the good thing I have going on."

"Chris, it's called a  one night stand for a reason," 

"You're supposed to be the good influence here, Lara Smith."

She sighs, "Chris it's been so long for you. You deserve some happiness. You can't keep living this lie; that's also a sin. I just want you to enjoy your life. And who knows, maybe Mister Tall Dark and Handsome could help you with that."

Chris took down the rest of his drink and met dark eyes. Somehow, this man, made him shy and he looked away to whisper at Lara, pretending to be casual. 

"He's still looking at me, what do I do?"

Lara took a sip and suggested, "Just play it cool. Be hard to get." 

  He could feel those eyes eating him up from where he sat. Chris felt as though he knew him and wanted to know-how. Surely, he's seen him before? Christian would never forget such looks. All that grand muscle beneath a suit, the white shirt underneath had a few buttons free to tease Chris with tanned, chiselled skin. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties, either that or he aged well with Raven hair and wide shoulders. Long, strong legs and arms; all that muscle hidden underneath a simple but, expensive suit. Of all the men Chris had seen, this one topped the chart(and hopefully him). 

He'd never seen a man like this, if he stood, Chris was sure he was over six feet and the way he stared as if memorizing every detail of Christian body made him hot and he bites his lip.

This was a little unknown to him. The darkness, which was strange, that radiated from his person should turn Christian off, however, he could wait to take a dip into that unknown. 

"Chris," Lara grabs his hand, "let's get you laid." Then she proceeds to drag him off his seat and onto the dance floor, just as Nicki Minaj's 'Get on your knees' featuring Ariana Grande came on. 

"Lara, you know I don't dance anymore!"

"Oh, come on Chris! You loved to dance." She teases over the bass.

  Get on your knees, get on your knees.

 Get on your knees. 

Baby, just get on your knees.

 "Dance Chris," she pulled him close, "Make him beg for it."

His eyes fluttered over at the man who was watching with newfound curiosity, his drink in hand. Whilst he sipped, Chris knew, he was going to get into trouble. It was a gut feeling and he should have walked off that dance floor, should have turned away and beg Lara to carry him back home, because he was familiar with these type of men; had a history with them. It would not be healthy for him to get back into this lifestyle or fraternize with the likes of dangerous men like him, nonetheless, he stayed and he couldn't fight the feeling. He also, could not wait.

REX

Syn

   The bass was low and steady for this song. Whatever the DJ was playing had seemed to excite the humans in his club. Rex observed with a careful eye as the music overtook this "Chris'" body. His top half moved first then his hips started swaying. 

 Say pretty please,

  Say pretty please,

  Say pretty please,

Baby, just say pretty please. 

He was in perfect sync now, his hips gyrating with his friend's. Unlike others, he moved perfectly; sensually. And he kept his gaze on Rex's, raising his arms and pushing his hand through blonde hair, exposing his slender neck. Eyes were low and heated, smooth, soft stomach flexed as he turned.

 I'll be back at eleven.

 You just act like a peasant.

   Got a bow on my panties, cause my ass a present.

  Chris turned then, shaking his round, pert ass slowly, going down before coming up, giving Rex a show. One he was surly enjoying, as well as others. And he hated that, especially when the humans around licked their lips and their arousal spiked. Chris trailed his hands on his hips and waist, the mounds of his ass visible and juicy in his jeans. All that milky cloth covering fair skin and luscious lips parted in false gasps. Corvinius would have real ones pass those lips soon. 

 He winked.

Corvinius was done for, he raised his drink, beckoning the human. His Chris looked over at his female dance partner that briefly gave him a 'thumbs up'. Chris fidgeted with his waist as he made his way over.  As he drew near, that boldness on the dance floor shrank and his scent soared; that delicious scent of arousal made Rex's pants tighter. When he reached, he stopped a few from Rex.

"What is your name, pet?"

"Christian."

  The determination he said it with proved to Rex just how brave and stubborn this human was. He was not going to back out from this and much more. Rex already liked him. This little man was ready for anything Rex had in for him, he would also enjoy it too.

"Would you like to sit, pet?"

"Yes, please."

"Hmm, so polite." Rex could purr. "Sit, make yourself comfortable."

 Chris smirked and walked around as Rex ordered more drinks. Christian sat, right in Rex's lap and Rex could feel the desire radiating off the human. He was sure that there was something unique about him. Since Rex had fed from him, he could tell. 

 "Bold little thing, yes?" 

"You said to make myself comfortable, here I am;  being comfortable."

Corvinius held in a growl. "Do you wish for my name, pet?" 

"That would be nice, thank you."

 "Corvinus Lorde." He grins, resting a palm on the boy's thigh as Christian hang an arm around his neck. "Call me, Corvinius."

"That's a mouthful." He says with an innocence that Rex knows is a fraud. This boy is far from choir boy; he's lethal.

If you think that's a mouthful, Rex thinks, then you are in for the surprise of your little life.

   Oh, how he was going to f**k this human. The thought was so sudden and he was just aching to get inside him. His patience was wearing thin as Rex began to small talk the male. Chris had a smile that filled out his cheeks, occasionally, he would shift in Rex's lap, making the older man, gripping his waist. Chris boldly met his stare, not a hint of fear as most of the humans he'd met, were. And there was the scent of mint that vibrated off of Chris, making Rex growl low, nipping at that slender neck. His pet was so eager but, calm; like a coiled snake, waiting to spring.

Rex was indeed looking forward to it. 

CHRIS

Club Syn

Where Christian was brought, the music was muffled in the background. Corvinus, as the man introduced himself had eventually led him to this office room that was located to the back. And he had guided Chris through the crowd with an army around his waist. The room was quite large and has a mahogany desk, freshly shined with a leather chair and television set up by around sofa and minibar. Chris edged away from Corvinius to admit the new surroundings. 

   He was actually looking for a distraction. His mind had been reeling since he saw this Corvinius. He'd never before been shy about s*x or anything to do with it. Nor was he ever shy around his partners and in clubs. It was s*x, everyone did it and he had done it, a lot. Still, this man, Corvinius, made him wary. Chris had been good for so long and he was second-guessing if he should really ruin this streak for a one night stand. No matter if Corvinius was the Adonis he looked like. He never even planned to do this; he just thought he'd stay at the bar and drink that one drink for the rest of the time here, at least, he'd be able to spend some time with friends. 

"Would you like another drink?"Corvinius asked and Chris spun around. Nibbling on his lip, he nods. Flinching, he drops his head. Gosh, darn it, why did he feel like this?!

Corvinius chuckled, it was a silky, dark sound and it made Chris shiver and smile as he was offered his drink. He paces the floor again, looking all over until he was at the desk just as he felt Corvinius up behind him. His body hard and warm against Christian's much softer and smaller frame. He freezes as he was blocked from escape when big arms touched the surface of the desk. His heart was beating out of his chest.

"You're far from innocent." It wasn't a question yet Chris squeaked out a 'Yes'.

"Then, why so timid, Pet?"

Chris wiggled at the nickname, "Because, I've been with men like you before."

"Oh, " That peaked the older man's interest, "And how would you describe a man like me?" He whispers so darkly in Christian's ear that it causes him to shiver. 

"Mysterious," Chris answers, his body moulding to the larger man's, "Dominant... Dangerous..."

 "I assure you Naru, you've never met a man like me. "

  Chris gasps when lips meet his neck and he grabs the desk. Smooth kisses trail his throat and jawline, till he was forced around and his mouth devoured. Chris moaned at the feeling of being dominated again. It had him wanting more and he moaned, a big hand touching at his bare stomach and the arch of his back. The kiss dominated his entire being, he wraps his arms around the man's neck as his mouth was explored, their touches in a wet battle as teeth clashed. He groaned when Corvinius squeezes his ass, raising him onto the desk with ease.

Chris has to pull away, his breath hot and his lips puffy as his body screamed out for more whilst Corvinius breathed down his neck, teasing his neck. His other hand tracing Christian's front, his thumb slipping under the white navel breaker to run his n****e. Chris threw his head back in a silent cry. He bit his lip as he panted. His buds beneath his clothes tightened and hardened. Corvinius went down tongue first, lapping at the rosy bud. Chris flinched, his hands flying into the older man's hair, scraping at his scalp, the feeling got a low, primal growl from Corvinius. Chris cursed, he wiggles his hips, eager to feel Corvinius against him. Eager to please and be pleases; it was so addictive. 

  It had him wondering how he ever managed to survive this long without this. The raw need and want making him succumb to his darkest desires. He felt the bulge he wanted and so on, would be inside him. He ground himself against Corvinius, a wild hunger making him shake and beg. The suspense made him weak, the mere thought of something so large had him twitching and clenching, moaning like the w***e he was. He needed this, deserved this. But, this was different. This man, Corvinius, would wreak his world. 

"Corvinius-" 

A vibration on Christian's ass made him jump and Corvinius to falter. A call. His phone was ringing. The look Corvinius gave him seemed like he wanted to destroy the device and bend Chris over to finish what he started. Chris wouldn't mind. 

He sat up when he saw the caller ID. "I have to take this." He husked out.

So much for a one night stand.