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Game
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The club was packed with guests, young men and women that were out for a night of fun. The blinking and roaming red, blue, green and yellow lights dotting the ceiling around the dance floor, turning every face into an unrecognizable mask, would ensure the wearer company for the night, if played correctly. The air was humid and stifling, and smelled of sweat and smoke and alcohol, a heady mix that dulled the senses of already intoxicated bodies. The music was so loud the man next to you wouldn’t hear anything less than a shout directly into his ear. A perfect setting for a predator in search of a prey for the night, easily lead and manipulated and subdued. Voodoo slowly made his way along the dais circling the dance floor, deftly twisting his body sideways when a drunken man nearly spilled his whiskey over them both. As it was, the man’s white t-shirt became drenched, while Voodoo’s black turtleneck top and leather jacket remained unsoiled. He left the cursing man as a curly haired bimbo fussed over him. Voodoo hated these kinds of places. They were too noisy and hot and close, and people were generally too dumb to understand what was best for them. If one of the freaks Voodoo hunted ever decided to capture their prey here, no one would be the wiser until the coroner showed up. Drugs were usually the culprit in incidents at places like these, and a lifeless body in a dark corner or on the floor in the dirty bathroom, was nothing out of the ordinary. Surreptitiously he slid a hand up to check his guns in their holsters, hugged close to his ribs. He wouldn’t be able to use them here, but the cool metal under his fingertips was reassuring. There was a gleam of intense green and a flash of black in the corner of his eye, and Voodoo spun around to catch a glimpse of his target. He cursed under his breath when the man once again disappeared in the crowd. It had been a long hunt, nearly three hours now and he knew he was being played with. But Voodoo refused to give up. This was about honor now and it needed to be restored. A body stumbled into him when he was distracted and he too a step back, balancing for a moment on the edge of the dais, but was finally forced to set foot on the dance floor. Soft blue light shone up through the dim square pattern in the floor and put the bodies churning to the music in unnatural backlight. Voodoo sneered at hands reaching out invitingly to him and annoyingly slowly made his way across the floor. There was no way he would find his intended target here, now. He might already be gone after making sure Voodoo lost his trail in the club. Better then to sit tight across the street, watch for an hour or two to see if the man had really left or was just waiting for Voodoo to give up the hunt. Better to take him out in the open too, less victims and possible hostages out there. A hand trailed smoothly across his lower back, beneath the edge of his jacket and Voodoo whipped his head around to snarl at the presumptuous man or woman who refused to leave him alone. He was always hit on in places like this and he hated it. But no on was close enough to have touched him or was even looking his way at the moment. His cold-shoulder attitude had obviously gotten through to most of the clubbers. He scowled at the dancers just in case. “Such behavior,” a smooth, cultivated voice murmured in his ear, close enough to be audible even over the music flowing from the large speakers. He snapped his head around, but the owner of the voice – and the hand, he realized – eluded his eyes again. “You’ll never make any friends, behaving like that.” In his other ear this time and the hand was back, sliding forward along the edge of his belt. “I don’t need any friends,” Voodoo growled back but didn’t move, he wouldn’t catch sight of the man unless he wanted him to. “We all need friends, hunter.” Warm breath tickled his neck, making the sheen of sweat on his skin seem cool. Voodoo shuddered and then forced himself to stand still. “What do you want?” he ground out between clenched teeth. He instinctively sucked in his stomach when fingertips teased the skin between the tight sweater and the top of his pants. “Mmm, leather,” Dain murmured close to his left ear. “I like leather.” Voodoo bristled when his question was ignored and slammed an elbow back to punch his unwanted admirer in the ribs. But his blow was easily diverted and his arm trapped close to his side by a strong grip. “So hostile. All I did was giving you a compliment on your choice of clothes.” Dain’s hand slid under his top and two fingers tweaked and played with his belly ring. “I like this as well. Full of surprises, aren’t you?” “I have twenty more surprises to show you if you let go of my arms,” Voodoo growled and twisted under the tightening grip around him. “I bet you do.” Dain smiled and flicked his tongue out to tease the gold ring in his ear. “I have a surprise for you as well.” Voodoo tensed a bit at the purring tone in the other man’s voice and wondered what kind of troublesome situation he had gotten into. He couldn’t use his guns here, and even though kicking and screaming would get the both of them either a bunch of ecstatic onlookers or kicked out of the club, his pride kept him from behaving like a helpless rookie. The hand under his top vanished, but he was still held tightly against Dain’s chest by the arm wrapped around him. He felt movements behind him and twisted to try and see what was going on. “No peeking,” Dain admonished. “It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?” Voodoo pulled a breath to snap back at Dain that he didn’t want a damned surprise, but ended up gasping instead as something was pressed against the small of his back. Something larger than a finger, warming in the heat of his body and leaving a trail of stickiness on his bared skin. He tensed and snarled, struggling to raise a hand and get a hold of his guns. He didn’t care about innocents at the moment; the asshole was going to die! “What the hell are you doing, you freak!” “Oh, relax.” Dain sounded amused. “I’m just trying to have some fun and thought you’d be the perfect partner.” The thing disappeared from behind him and was held up in front of his eyes. He squinted to see better in the flashing lights and realized he was looking at a bar of chocolate candy. He blinked and couldn’t think of anything to say, his temper thwarted by the chocolate vision. A candy bar? “Looks tasty, doesn’t it?” Dain murmured. “And you thought it was something naughty, didn’t you?” He chuckled; Voodoo felt it more than heard it. “Oh, don’t worry. This little thing can be naughty enough to satisfy you.” Voodoo turned his head slightly but didn’t take his eyes off the thing. “What are you up to? I don’t have time for your games.” “But games can be so much fun. Now, where should I put this..?” The candy bar began to sway slowly back and forth in Dain’s grasp. Waving like a cobra to the rhythm of the music. It had begun to melt, coating Dain’s fingertips with chocolate and small crumbs, and Voodoo became a bit uneasy when he thought of how sticky chocolate could be. His eyes were glued to the candy when it was lowered and then disappeared in under the hem of his top. The end of it touched to his belly and he instinctively jerked back, only to stop short against the solid body behind him. “There, now,” Dain murmured close to his ear. “Relax, it’s just a bit of fun. What harm can it do?” He drew small circles with the candy across Voodoo’s belly, leaving melting chocolate in its wake that would leave stains on his clothes, he just knew. The arm around his hugged him tighter and he felt Dain press up against his back. The candy made the belly ring twinkle as it bumped into it, and then turned in a smooth line down towards the top of his pants and the curve of his hip. “Relax, hunter. Feel the fun.” Dain slowly began to move to the music, a bass drenched song with a husky male voice in the lead, his tight grip on Voodoo making him move along too. The candy was transferred from one hand to the other, making a full circle behind his back. But it never returned in front of him. Instead it was slowly pushed down past the top of his pants, squeezed in between leather and skin and he ground his teeth at the sticky mess. “Stop that!” he snarled and twisted to get free. “Why? I like this game.” Dain held him tighter, his lips hovering close to Voodoo’s neck where the pulse beat steadily. “This is what I want to do to you,” he murmured huskily and Voodoo tensed in his arms when the hand still in front of him began to edge lower past the buckle of his belt. “I want to lick you and taste you and feel all of you against me. I want to put my tongue everywhere this little piece of candy gets to touch you.” He rocked his hips forward and Voodoo’s eyes widened at the hard ridge that was pressed against his buttocks, squashing the candy even more. “Just imagine it’s my tongue on you, my lips tasting every part of your body. Making you hot and wet and hard.” Voodoo couldn’t help shuddering at the words, and then the hand cupped him firmly and he gasped as blood rushed down. The hand behind him vanished for a second and then reappeared with a new piece of chocolate, this time circling his throat, closely followed by Dain’s tongue. The chocolate was swiftly licked away and his skin nibbled in between easy sucking. He shuddered and had to force his head to not fall back against the steady shoulder behind him. This was almost too much. The blood rushed through him and drowned out the music and the noise, his nose filled with the man’s scent and his ears filled with his smooth, tantalizing voice. Fuck, he was dimly registering the chocolate being pushed up under his shirt, but it was not as annoying now when he was slowly rubbed into hardness. He gasped and didn’t try to move away when Dain pressed his erection into his backside. The candy was teasing his nipples; he could feel crumbs and chocolate sticking to his skin and could imagine Dain’s tongue trailing after it, licking up every piece of candy. He moaned. “There you go, hunter. So much better now, isn’t it.” Dain licked a line up his neck and nibbled on the ring in his ear. “This is what I’d like to do to your sexy, tight body.” He stabbed his tongue rhythmically in Voodoo’s ear as his hand rubbed and squeezed alternatively. Voodoo’s knees turned wobbly at the lust poling in his groin. This was too much. The candy circled his nipple one last time and then headed downwards. He knew where it was going and wondered if he should stop this. He was sticky and covered in chocolate and itchy crumbs in enough disturbing places as it was, he didn’t need any more. But he couldn’t work up the strength in his arms to grab at the hands touching him, or make his legs move to step away. The belt was unbuckled before he knew it and the top button of his pants undone, and the tip of the candy bar teased bared skin. He gasped and pressed his hips back to get away from the thing, but all he got was a good feel of Dain’s arousal. “Imagine this was my tongue, hunter,” Dain husked in his ear and slowly pushed the chocolate further down into his pants. He gasped shocked when the candy touched the tip of his erection and melted against the heat. Then it was removed and he watched in a transfixed daze as the tip of it was licked and kissed by Dain’s sensual lips. Intense green eyes held his as Dain took the tip in his mouth, sucking ever so lightly. Voodoo moaned at the sight. “Mmm, tasty.” Dain held the melting bar in front of Voodoo’s lips, his own mouth hovering just as close. “Wonder if you taste like this all over?” It was an exiting question, temptation-laced and dangerous. Voodoo was so close to answering it. But the adrenaline-filled heartbeat that pulsed through him, when a still reasonable part of his mind realized what he was about to do, wrenched him out of the daze and into a startling reality. He became very clear of what was happening and aware of his surroundings and the dancers openly watching them, hungry for what would happen next. He twisted his arms free with force and spun around with his fist clenched, aiming for a solid blow across the face so close to him. But he missed, of course. Dain danced out of reach with a predatory smile that bared a hint of fangs. He held up his chocolaty fingers and flicked out his tongue to lick them. Voodoo became embarrassingly aware of the piece of candy still in his pants. He did not blush! “It was a fun game, hunter. Why did you stop me?” Dain slowly moved closer again, his movements as fluid and deadly as expected of a predator. “I’ll kill you if you come near me again, freak!” Voodoo growled and lifted a hand close to where his guns were hidden under his jacket. Dain just smiled and between one moment and the next, vanished in the swirling lights and shadows. Voodoo cursed and though he knew it was useless, tried to catch sight of the man. After a few minutes he once again became aware of the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants and ignoring the looks and whistles, made his way to the bathroom in the back of the club. There were only a few men there, two of them occupied in tonsil surgery and the other casting discrete glances their way while trying his best to urinate. Voodoo yanked a handful of paper tissues from the box on the wall and went into an empty stall, closing the door behind and cursing under his breath when the lock just had to make trouble. He finally managed to lock it and turned to shrug out of his jacket and put it over the questionably clean top of the stall wall. His belt and pants were already partially undone and he had only to pull the zipper down the rest of the way to free his still half hard erection. The freak had had him so excited it was difficult to clean himself off without shuddering at the touch. Then he felt a presence behind him and without thinking, spun around as he reached for the guns. His hands were grabbed and yanked out from his body, pressed to the side walls. “Let me do that,” Dain said with a gleam in his eyes, his grip strong around Voodoo’s wrists. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” Voodoo tried to ignore the breaking of his voice or the thudding of his heart at the closeness of the other man. He had locked the door, hadn’t he? “I never could take a no.” Dain leaned in close and trailed his tongue down Voodoo’s neck. Then without warning he bit down on Voodoo’s pulse point. He felt his skin being pierced and a small bead of blood dribbling down his neck. But he couldn’t fight back, his legs trembled under him and his arms hung loosely in Dain’s grip. It was a miracle he was still able to stand at all. But he was still alive. A love bite then. Not a deadly bite from a predator out to have his evening snack. He gasped and shuddered as a hot tongue captured the pearls of blood and soothed the mark on his neck. “Now, will you let me end this game?” Dain asked in a hissing voice and Voodoo knew he was resisting blood fever. It made him bold, daring his life and soul in the hands of a born killer. “Yes. End this,” he husked back, his eyelids half lowered and his eyes glazed. Dain growled and bared his teeth. He let go if his hands and tore at his top, ripping it up the middle and baring chocolate covered nipples and skin. Without preamble he leaned in and licked at the stickiness, torturing nipples into hardening, sucking and nibbling on the agitated skin. Voodoo threw his head back and grasped frantically at the walls to keep standing upright. Dain supported him with a strong hand around his waist and he took it as an invitation, grabbing hold of the man’s black clad shoulders. The tongue continued down his abdomen, removing every trace of candy, pausing at his belly ring to pull at it with his teeth. Voodoo looked down and met green eyes darkened with dilated pupils. His pants were tugged down his thighs, trapping his legs and fingers curled around the base of his erection. He couldn’t keep his hips from jumping forward, his body aching for a more satisfying touch. Then Dain proceeded to lick him clean. His tongue a torture far worse than anything any enemy could ever conceive of. He trembled when Dain stabbed his tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock, his hand slowly pumping up and down and coaxing out a bead of precome. Dain curled his tongue around him, following his shaft down to the base and nibbling at the sensitive skin as his other hand cupped his balls. Voodoo watched that sensual mouth work its way back up his erection and then wrap around it. He moaned and one of his hands grabbed at shoulder length, raven black hair. Dain raised his eyes and Voodoo realized what was about to happen. Dain let go of him and rose smoothly to his feet, so close that Voodoo felt his warm breath on his sweaty skin. “Turn around,” Dain said in a dark, husky voice and grabbed at his hips to help him. Dain’s hands circled his waist and trailed down his groin to the inside of his thighs. Dain held his legs spread as he pushed forward, his erection nestling in the crease between Voodoo’s cheeks. When had he opened his pants? Voodoo didn’t care; he was too excited and too aroused to care about such details. Then a finger circled his opening and he braced his hands against the walls, fingers digging for purchase. Dain’s tongue pumped against his skin and then slid lower. Voodoo was about to tell him to just do it when, he remembered there was more candy still on his skin. He shuddered and couldn’t help but whimper when the tongue touched the top of his crack, just where his body curved inward. He cried out when the tongue stabbed into him, making tight muscles flutter in anticipation and he angled his hips back for easier reach. Dain rewarded him with a hand firmly curled around his erection, pumping slowly, making Voodoo rock helplessly back and forth between the two pleasures. Then something else was pressed against him and he stilled in sudden apprehension. But the intrusion was eased with something slick and the push slow and fluid. He tried to remember to breathe, but it was hard when Dain made his final surge into his body with a groan. “So tight.” Dain held him firmly with a hand on his hips as he continued to pump him, root to tip in a languid rhythm. “So very tight, hunter.” Voodoo pushed back against him to get him to move. Words were beyond him at the moment and he couldn’t wait for his body to find release from this tension building inside him. It never occurred to him that the bite he had been given before had a vital role in this submission on his part and the pleasure he was feeling. All that ran through his head was that he couldn’t wait any longer. Dain bent forward and put his lips to the mark on his neck, sucking gently before biting again. Voodoo shuddered and tilted his head to the side. Then Dain began to move, slowly at first but mounting in speed as his release neared. “Oh, yes,” he hissed against Voodoo’s skin. “So tasty.” Voodoo was forced to brace his hands against the back wall above the toilet, when Dain took hold of his hips with both hands and the thrusts became more forceful. Dain angled his thrusts to hit his prostate and Voodoo cried out, his head thrown back and his legs spread as wide as the pants around his knees would allow. Dain pushed as deep inside as he could and ground his hips against Voodoo’s backside when he came. He bit down on the sore marks on Voodoo’s neck and hot air wafted out through his teeth with each panting breath. Voodoo squirmed and moaned, his own pleasure unfulfilled and his breath ragged with the thought of the warmth filling him, rushing through his blood. He reached down a hand to finish it himself, but Dain batted it away. “Let me do that. I started this game. Let me finish it, as you asked me to.” He took firm hold of Voodoo’s throbbing cock and began to stroke it. Voodoo thrust forward into Dain’s fingers, forming a tight channel for him. His way was slicked with something but he couldn’t care less what, his body was coiling with impeding orgasm and his thrusts grew more frantic as Dain matched them with his strokes. He cried out when he came and slumped back against the solid body behind him. Dain held him as he tried to regain his wits and slow his breathing, and he watched the man lick his white and brown striped fingers. “Tasty,” he murmured again and smiled at Voodoo. He blinked. White and brown. He lifted his head from Dain’s shoulder and looked down at his softening flesh. Then cursed vehemently under his breath. Dain chuckled behind him and made sure to catch his arms before he was beaten into a pulp. “I told you I’d finish this little game and you even asked me to, remember?” He leaned in and licked the bite marks on Voodoo’s neck. “And chocolate is tasty. Nearly as tasty as you, hunter.” Voodoo felt the smile against his skin. “Until next time. And watch out for the candy deprived fiends out there, you never know what you might end up doing.” “You fucking freak!” Voodoo twisted his arms free and spun around again. But he was alone in the stall, the door securely locked. He cursed and grabbed a bundle of paper tissues from the floor where they had fallen. Staring down at his soiled body he cursed again and vowed to never even look at a piece of chocolate for the rest of his life.
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