[C] The New Club

Graeme-Kerr rarely visited Catania. When he did, it was usually to be down at the market with the owner of the farm that he worked at and lived on.

Today he had been down in the market and had decided to slip away for a while.

Graeme-Kerr was hungry and he knew just what he needed. He was lucky that Giacinto was nice to the Vampires that weren't part of her coven in the area. She made sure Vampires knew where to go when they needed something to sate their hunger.

The Scottish Vampire stepped out of the sunny afternoon streets and into a dark club. He immediately felt more at home in the dark club as he walked down a hall into a large room filled with couches and a bar against one wall. Vampires and feeders of all kinds were lounging around, feeding and playing with each other.

Decebel tucked his long blond hair behind one pointed ear.

He stretched out on one of the chairs in the dressing room as he finished making himself presentable.

He wore a long japanese-styled gown. At least tonights attire had most of his body covered.

It was a theme night, Japan of all things, the bar had a special going on sake and all the feeders were dressed in more modern kimonos, he had to admit, they were surprisingly sexy, they left quite a bit to the imagination, the join at the front letting the occasional bare leg appear between the fabric, beneath the gown they didn't wear anything else.

Dec slipped out into the crowd with a smile as he headed toward the tables he would be serving tonight.

He was quite popular here, many of the men and women were human, it wasnt common to find an Elf so willing to bleed for money.

Graeme-Kerr looked around as he approached an empty couch; free of both Vampires and feeders.

It wasn't too long later that someone walked towards him.

A pretty woman with long blonde hair. An Elf, at that.

Graeme-Kerr licked his lips, willing his fangs to stay put for now. A lot of people were scared of his fangs.

Decebel gave a flirty smile as he approached his couches and spotted a rough looking red-head sitting there.

"Hey handsome."

He cooed softly, his hips swaying slightly as he walked.

His dainty hand stroked through the man's hair as he walk around the back of the chair.

Like most Elves it was hard to distinguish between male and females, it didn't help that his body was well covered and his voice wasn't exactly masculine, he tended to speak in a higher tone when flirting with guests.

"You look hungry."

He purred with a little smirk curling at his lips.

His wild red curls were bound in a loose braid over his shoulder. But as the Elf ran her hands through his hair, some of the shorter curls sprang free from their bindings and almost floated around his head messily.

He grinned up at her, though.

"I'm not here to get me truck's types changed, lass."

Decebel leaned over the back of the couch, draping his arms over the man's broad shoulders as he nuzzled into his neck softly.

"I can help you if you're hungry then, you look like you need a good feed.

Here darling, take your pick."

With that he presented a menu, alcohol on the front, other services on the back, listed was each feeder and their individual cost depending on blood type rarity and species.

Decebel was one of the most expensive, he was quite old, especially among the humans here.

You could buy blood by the shot, glass or from the source as well as activities each feeder was willing to do.

His name was listed simply as 'Bell' though most people who visited here knew who he was, their main clients were all regulars.

Graeme-Kerr pulled a face as he looked down at the menu he was handed.

He was nothing but a farmhand. He didn't have a lot to pay for blood and blood like this was a luxury.

The man spent a long time looking over the menu, trying to work out what would be the best option for him on his small wage.

Decebel stroked his fingers through the man's hair softly as he read the menu.

Looking at him it was easy enough to tell that he didn't have a lot of cash to blow, when you worked here for years you got good at knowing who to go after to get the best pay check.

Though this one was kind of cute, Dec had a thing for rough looking men and there hadn't been many around lately.

"Having trouble?"

He asked with a small smile.

"I'll tell you what, order her and I will give you a shot on the house. Baby is having a hard time and she would just love getting chosen over me. I can hear her boasting already."

He replied, pointing out one of the cheaper girls, she was trying to pay her way through school and wasn't having much luck.

Graeme-Kerr arched a brow as he looked down at the name pointed out to him.

"Point her out to me?" he asked in his thick drawl as his green eyes turned up to look around at all the women wandering around the large room.

He wanted to know what he was paying for.

"She is that one, in the blue, cute as a button."

She was very pretty, the only reason she wasn't doing very well was because she was shy when approaching people, she did her job beautifully when paid for but not being overly flirty hurt her chances.

Her blood was fairly common but what did you expect from a human.

Still, if he took her he was going to get a free sample of pure Elven blood.

The girl was cute.

Not quite as hot as the Elf-girl in general appearance but she had dark hair on her side. Graeme-Kerr preferred darker hair to blondes.

"I dig," was his response. He licked his lips again.

"From the source?" More expensive than a glass but he definitely preferred biting than sipping cold blood from a glass.

Decebel nodded with a smile, he was quite pleased with this outcome.

"I'll go fetch her for you."

He got up and headed toward her, speaking with her for a few moments, it was obvious that she was excited because she followed after Decebel enthusiastically.

The girl immediately straddled Graeme's lap, looking down at him as a soft blush filled her cheeks, her heart beating a little faster as she swept her hair out of the way to present her throat to him.

"Enjoy your meal, I'll be back with your drink once you're done."

Graeme-Kerr watched as the girl approached him.

His hands rested on her hips when she straddled his hips.

"Hey there, chick," he crooned as his eyes settled on her pulse point. It thrummed underneath her skin. He licked his lips.

Graeme-Kerr gripped her hip, pulling her down to press against his growing arousal.

"Hey."

She replied simply with a small smile as he held her and pulled her down, grinding against him.

Her hips moved slow, swaying against his arousal as she watched him, pleased about being chosen for once, especially by a good looking man.

"Shy? Cute."

He did find the shy attitude endearing. Who'd have thought that someone working for Giacinto would be shy?

His hips rocked upwards, grounding against her firmly as he stroked her cheek gently.

With a click his fangs emerged.

He really did like the shy approach.

The girl gave a soft mewl as he pressed up against her.

She was enjoying all the attention and she began to rub down against him firmly.

When his fangs clicked into place she gave an excited shover. She yet to see what he held in his mouth.

His lips parted as he licked his fangs.

It wasn't very often that he let his fangs free any more. It had been a long time since he had fed from anything that was even remotely humanoid.

His fangs ached to sink into soft flesh.

His hips ground upwards a little more insistently.

The girl gave a soft mewl as he ground against her.

It wasn't until he stretched out his fangs that he actually saw them.

She went rigid and sat up straight in fear. They were monstrous and she wasn't use to being bitten let alone by those.

She let out a scared whimper as she recoiled a little.

Decebel rocked up with a shot glass just as she reacted to the fangs.

Immediately he went into protective mode of the small girl.

He pressed onto the couch beside him and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

"Those are some nasty fangs, darlin' you will hurt this delicate little flower with those.

Bite me instead and you can still pay the same price as you would if it were her."

The girl looked up at Decebel with gratitude, he was always looking after them when he needed too.

As soon as the girl let out a whimper, Graeme-Kerr stilled beneath her.

His fangs scared her. He was used to that reaction and took no offence to it. He was slightly disappointed that he wouldn't get to bite her, though. He looked forwards to feeling flesh under his fangs.

It was a principle, though, that he only bit people willing to be bitten by his fangs.

"I'd hurt anyone with these."

Graeme-Kerr raised his hand to stroke the girls cheek gently. "Sorry for the shock, chick. Thanks for playing, though. Maybe next time we play I'll just go for a glass?" he suggested with a crooked little smile around his fangs.

His gaze turned to Dec after offering the girl one more little smile. "You're being awfully kind."

The girl smiled softly when it was obvious that he wasn't going to force himself onto her.

When his hand brushed her cheek se took it and pressed a kiss to his palm.

"Thank you for being so understanding, sir."

She muttered, sliding out of his lap and letting Decebel take her place.

"I owe you one Bell."

She muttered as the man gave a soft purr before he looked at their guest.

"Pain and I are good friends, those fangs, though intimidating wont scare me off."

He replied with a smirk as he leaned down and kissed the man's neck.

"Mistress wants our guests satisfied, what kind of feeder would I be if I let you leave with and empty stomach?"

"O'course, lass. I'd be shiscared o' these if I were in yer pretty little shoes." He winked at her as she disappeared off to find someone else.

"Shame she was scared. She was a pretty lass."

His eyes slid shut and all talk of the girl ceased when Dec kissed his throat.

"A smart one, lass. I cannae say there are a lot of people that aren't scared of 'em."

His fangs were intimidating and he damn well knew that. Smart people avoided them and he accepted that. He was used to the cows and sheep being the only ones that weren't scared of them.

"I've worked here for a long time, I've been bitten by all sorts of people. It takes more than large fangs to scare me off."

This would hurt but he could accept that, he could look pass the pain and enjoy the thrill of being bitten and find pleasure in it.

Decebel swept his hair out of the way of his neck, exposing it to the vampire as his fingers stroked the back of Graeme's shoulders.

"Try not to get too excited, baby. Elf blood is powerful stuff."

All Dec could hope for was to remain conscious by the end of this, luckily he had met his quota for the day and after this client he could rest until the late night shift.

"Then yer not so smart."

His tongue caressed Dec's neck, finding the thrumming pulse-point easily.

A soft moan sounded from him as his hands found Dec's thighs, slipping under the material to tease the soft bare flesh underneath.

His fangs pressed down again Dec's skin slowly and gently, piercing him and slowly pushing into his skin. He gave a loud groan as hot blood spilled out onto his tongue.

His nails bit into the Elf's thighs as he pulled her closer.

Decebel gave a soft moan as his thighs were stroked by the man's teasing hands.

Despite Graeme's attempts at being gentle those monstrous fangs pushing into his skin still made the Elf cry out as his own hands gripped onto the man tightly, his nails biting into Graeme's flesh through the fabric of his shirt.

Decebel gave a shuddered whimper as he was pulled closer, his heart being more quickly causing his blood to rush into the man's mouth.

His thighs trembled in the Vampire's grasp in a blissful mixture of pain and arousal.

Graeme-Kerr drank deeply as his hands slid further up the Elf's thighs, caressing his hips gently.

The blood was exquisite. The best he had ever tasted.

He was sure the girl's body would feel just as good.

One hand dipped between the Elf's thighs. He paused in his deep drinking as he processed what he was feeling.

His fangs withdrew with a soft click as he continued to sit frozen, the Elf's cock barely brushing his hand.

"You're male."