[O] Where Is The Fun?

The rest of the working evening passed without anyone even looking into the room.

No one cared to unless it was being used at the time.

The next evening rolled around and Dario could be found lounging around in the back area of the stage, wearing his usual minimal uniform.

He looked at the clock hanging up and his brows furrowed a little. Usually by now Silt was knelt at his feet with his mouth open waiting to be used.

No Silt.

That was unusual.

He hadn't had any text from the man saying that he wasn't going to be there. Silt was good about telling him when he wasn't going to be somewhere when Dario expected him to be.

The man began searching, talking to people to see if anyone had seen Silt. Eventually he came to Amadeo and had a very quick conversation about the previous night.

Dario chewed on his lip as he headed to the back room.

Just like he had been dreading, Silt was laying on the floor.

Shit.

He approached the man slowly, kneeling down and reaching out to touch his bare arm. He was stone cold to the touch.

Demon's couldn't bleed to death, their body regenerated too quickly for that, but that didn't mean their bodies could function.

Silt had powered down and slept it off until he had regenerated enough that he could function.

However as the club shut the heating was turned off and his body swiftly became cold. He couldn't stay conscious in such cold temperatures and as such had just gone into a hibernation-like state.

He still took slow breaths, his heart beating slowly as he slept.

Dario moved Silt onto his back and pursed his lips.

The man looked like hell, smeared with blood and semen. Who'd left him in this state?

Dario was careful picking Silt up, cradling his cold body to his much warmer one.

The first thing he had to do was try to heat him up a little and see if he got any more responsive.

Dario laid out on the couch and pulled Silt's body against his own.

Silt's body responded to the sudden heat, curling closer to the source as he pressed up against Dario.

His movements were slow and sluggish.

His eyes remained closed as he slowly took in heat, Dario's body warmth slowly warming his own blood.

Dario gave a soft relieved smile when Silt did react.

His arm wrapped around the Demon, pulling him closer. He rubbed Silt's back back gently.

A little more and hopefully he could get Silt to wake up.

His fingers ran through the Demon's hair gently.

It only took a few more minutes of being curled in against the man's warm body for him to stir.

His eyes slowly blinked open as he looked up at the man groggily, his eyes focusing on Dario's face, his gaze softened as he realized who was holding him.

A small smile curled at his lips as he nestled in closer, his body protesting the movement.

Dario didn't try to move or speak even as Silt's eyes blinked open and he moved towards him.

He'd give Silt a few minutes to come around before he drilled him with questions and care.

Silt could have a few minutes to himself.

His fingers continued to stroke through his hair gently.

Silt appreciated the moment to himself, his mind was hazed with sleep and it took a little while for the clouds to fade and for him to think clearly.

He remembered everything though, it all came back to him as he began to wake up more.

"...clothes..."

He muttered, his lips blue and teeth chattering softly, he was still cold and wanted to be bundled up in his clothing. Thankfully, the heating had been switched back on as everyone arrived for their shift.

Dario shook his head gently.

"Not yet. Body heat first. You'll get clothes when you're a little warmer."

When he wasn't blue and shivering like a leaf he'd get clothes. For now he had to deal with leeching Dario's body heat.

The human pulled Silt closer, tucking Silt's head under his chin as his fingers weaved gently through his hair.

Silt grunted as he was moved, his body still ached but he didn't protest.

He leaned in closer, nestling his head in under Dario's chin as he was placed there.

He wrapped his arms around the man's torso, leeching as much heat as he possibly could from the man.

It felt so nice to be warming, his limbs began to feel lighter and easier to use.

"That's it, good boy."

Silt would warm up soon enough.

"Can you look at me? Meet my eyes." His voice was gentle and calm as his fingers stroked through his hair and over his back slowly in a comforting manner.

He wanted Silt to recover from this well.

Dario had such a soothing air about him, it kept him calm and quiet instead of becoming panicked.

Slowly his eyes turned up to Dario, tilting his head a little until their eyes met.

His blinks were still slow and his eyes lingered shut for a little too long before opening again, as if he was fighting off sleep.

"That's it," he cooed when Silts gaze turned up to him.

At least he knew Silt was responsive enough to be able to look up at him.

"Do you know you you are?" he asked gently. He needed to know if Silt was completely self aware yet or was still hovering at the edge of consciousness.

"Tell me your name."

He gave a soft nod at the question, everything was slowly coming back to him as his body woke enough to function properly.

"Cu'Silt."

He muttered, telling the man his full name, as odd as it may be, he didn't remember if he ever told the man his full name or not.

" 'm okay."

He slurred slightly, he was alright, his body just needed time to wake completely.

"And my name?"

Dario's voice was still quiet and calm, as soothing as he could make it.

He wanted to make sure Silt was okay. He'd found him collapsed on a floor cold as death.

Dario didn't want Silt to have lasting damage from this.

"Dario."

He replied softly, the corners of his lips curling up slightly, he wasn't used to people fretting over his like this.

It wasn't that much of a big deal, just a little blood loss and cold.

He had been through worse, after all, he arrived in Italy as an icicle.

The Demon nuzzled his face in against the man's neck softly, stealing his warmth.

Dario smiled. He remembered him. That was good.

The man's fingers ran through Silts hair gently, combing out knots as gently as he could.

"Do you remember what happened to put you in this state?"

He wanted to make sure Silts memory was up to scratch before he started putting him through simple physical tasks.

Silt gave a soft chuckle at the next question but remained curled in against the man's chest to stay warm.

"Violent sex...hot cashed up Vampire."

He muttered, his words slowly becoming a little more coherent as he got warmed up.

"Fed too much...I passed out..."

This was the part he had trouble remembering, things were kind of a tired blur.

"..turned heating off...got cold, went to sleep."

He muttered, pursing his lips, he didn't like feeling like this.

"Cold blooded."
He explained a little further to help Dario understand his train of thought.

He was speaking and seemed to remember the night before, but his sentences weren't quite as coherent as they should have been.

In a little more time Silt would be able to speak perfectly coherently again.

"Next time you fuck a Vampire, make sure I know so this doesn't happen."

If he knew the Demon could be in trouble then he could look after him before he got to this point.

Silt nodded softly, he would tell Dario next time, he hadn't wanted to tell anyone so head-bitch didn't find out but it had bitten him in the ass.

"Didn't intend for it to happen, tried to resist him, he got to me."

The man had gotten in his head and he couldn't stop himself from desiring the Vampire.

"Not working tonight."

He murmured, shaking his head softly as he cuddled Dario.

Dario chuckled softly.

Of course he had failed at resisting someone.

"Was he a good fuck at the very least?"

If he drew him into a conversation, he could make sure that Silt could strong words together well enough to be able to function alone if he had to.

Though Dario was loathe to leave him alone right now.

Silt nodded softly.
"Selfish, but powerful."

The Vampire had little care for his pleasure, he was only concerned with his own, but the power he used whilst fucking him was enough to get him to come multiple times.

"My ass hurts."

He muttered, it was bloody and torn, the man hadn't been gentle with him at all.

"Paid double though."

Dario shook his head with a fond little smile.

"Do I have to check you over and see if you're healing up well?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

The question was a serious one, though. Did he have to assess the damage that poor Silt had suffered through?

"Aren't you lucky?" Double pay for a back room. That was some serious cash.

Dario would jump at the chance to get that.

Right now he didn't feel lucky, he felt like shit.
"Cost me a lot of blood."

He muttered, he still felt light headed through as the chill started to fade he perked up a little.

"Give you half if you get me something to eat and help me home."

He was serious about it too, he wanted to curl up somewhere quiet for a while, he didn't like being vulnerable in a place like this.

It wasn't as though he needed the money, at the coven everything was provided for him, all he used it on was going shopping.

"Done," was his immediate response.

He didn't even have to think about that. The pay for one night in a back room was more than he earned in a month sometimes.

His fingers ran down the Demon's bloodied cheek.

"Let's get you a nice warm shower, get dressed and get you home. Try to sit up for me."

His arm slid away from the Demon's side and he waited for him to attempt to move.