Lucian's lust at the moment was on a damper. He needed to get it up. Events with a certain angel seemed to dim it down as he was in a slight depression. He had gotten out of the swing of things that week, but now he wanted back. He wanted someone, a warm body to move against and with those thoughts, he started to perk up, growing to want someone. And now.

Though, at the moment, he didn't feel like going to a club and that reflected in his dress this night. Meandering through the crowds, he tended to stick out, but even if he wasn't 7'2", his clothes would give him away. He had on plain black, stone washed jeans, but they hung low and tight on his hips, giving peaks as his hunter green, ribbed turtle neck would ride up his body. They were simple and all, but the way they looked on him. They looked good and he intended that.

Anyways, he stepped over a crack on the sidewalk, nearly scuffing his black shoes. So, he decided, he'd take a rest and people watch. For the decision, he picked out a fancy, wrought iron bench. The people tonight where interesting.

Underneath the golden glow of the street light, it light up his blonde hair. Lounging with crossed legs, Lucian slipped long, pale fingers into the messy pony tail before pulling a strand closer to his midnight blue eyes to inspect under the fake lenses of his silver-wired, rectangle glasses. No splint ends. Well, that's good.

He flicked his gaze out to the crowd again. He -wanted- someone.

Asher wore tonight a shirt of such blue tones that ones eyes would be drawn to his own, so blue. Ruffles spilled down the front of the shirt, the sleeves fell loose and flowing, then clasped tightly about the wrists, then more ruffles spilled over his hands, nearly covering his long pale fingers to the tips. No material could have matched those Husky blue eyes so well. It was a gauzy material, not a solid shirt but rather one you could see straight through to a slim, toned waist and chest. Beneath the shirt, on his forearm is a lighter patch even paler then his flesh, a cross, a scar of a perfect cross. His nylon material pants fit light a second skin, so tight as to leave nothing beneath to the imagination, he could not possibly were underwear beneath those pants. Boots rode up his legs nearly covering the entire leg and clasped with silver buckles. His golden hair fell in thick waves and random, artfully placed curls down his back and over his shoulders. To touch that hair would be to touch baby soft. He was a man that one would label beauty before hansom, but so very masculine. Even in Ruffles and lace, so very unfeminine.

Asher had feed tonight, his skin was flushed around the cheeks, but even with warm blood coursing through him, his heart beating, he was still cool to the touch, though, not cold. He’d fed from Justin. He’d loosed Justin and Gabriel to do as they pleased and he himself was simply walking without a goal.

No. Allow me to correct that. Asher didn’t walk. ‘Walk’ did him no justice. Asher glided, almost as if his feet did not touch the ground. People stared, people stared because he was dressed as he was, people stared because he was beautiful. He noticed. He did not look as though he had.

Oh, and Lucian definitely noticed. This man would be his 'prey'. He looked like a warm body to want. He was still a body to want never the less, but he wasn't warm. Oh well, Lucian would find out soon enough. Either way though, it wouldn't change the fact that he was still oh so desirable.

Moving off the bench, he followed Asher as he passed him, soon closing the distance with his long legs. Putting on a soft smile, Luce began to walk beside him, "Hello. A nice night, isn't he?" Small talk to begin wtih. Enough to quell his lust.

Asher had need to look up to see into the face of this stranger from his own five feet seven inches. And he did so with a graceful expossure of a long, clean line of throat. Somehow, mostly hundreds of years of practice, he managed to look as though he were looking down on the other rather then up. And he knew when their eyes met this was no human.

Asher felt the lust pouring off of his skin, rubbing against Asher's own like friction. Asher's already fed tonight, or perhapes he would have fed from this one, but he'd already fed with blood. With all the lust pouring from this one, there was pleanty to feed in several other ways.

"Lovely."

Had he meant the demon or had he meant the night?

Suddenly, Lucian's eyebrow quirked up. This was interesting. He never had the sensation of someone looked down on him in a figurative way while still looking up. That just made him even more interested in the person beside him.

As for the 'lovely' comment, he took it for how the evening was, "Lucian." Indicating that was his name. Smiling once again, he tipped his head to the side in a familiar, affectionate way, "May I ask what your name is?" Ooh, He was so -handsome-. Even more so upclose. Lucian was like a little kid in a candy store.

The vampire looked down the length of the other's body, then back up without so much as an attempt to conceal his gaze. His blue eyes held a spark of interest and one would know that he'd taken in every detail of the other's body.

"A fitting name." An approving tone. As if his oppinion mattered. He made it sound as inoffensive as though it really had mattered what he thought of the name. Vampiric tricks? Or years of practice? "Asher."

Lucian, nearly half his age, was swept by his tricks like a new born baby thrown into a pack of hungry wolves. He smiled a little wider, pleased how he spoke about his name. He liked it too, "And your's, it's fitting," Indeed, it was. It was a compliment to his beauty in Lucian's mind.

Anyways, he also liked how there was a little shine in his eye. He was just captivated by Asher at the moment. He wanted him. "Not to be without tact, but you're beautiful." Oh, his lips wanted to touch the other's. But! He behaved himself.

Asher peered 'down' on the other once again, folding his hands gracfully behind his back and drifting along the sidewalk as though here were walking the length of Her Majesties courtroom to kneel and kiss her hand. A smiled tugged to the corner of his lips, then won free in a charming smile, flashing no fang. It takes much practice to win that skill.

"I thank you most graciously." For both comments? Probably. He paused in his step, a practiced movment as gracful as his walking, and turned slightly to face the other. "And your beauty, it is dazzeling, a treat for the eye."

So formal! So many compliments. Lucian was just ready to swoon. "Thank-you," He's heard many compliments before but none so pleasing as this.

He knew the fact that Asher wasn't human and he also recognized that he was much older than he was. He kept respects for most older beings and he didn't want to offend. "May I?" He indicated his want and hunger for a kiss by flicking his gaze down on Asher's lips before back up to his eyes.

Asher watched the indication to his lips, though he'd known before Lucian indicated his lips that this was what he would want. He'd felt it in his lust, the pull of his need. And he was already begining to feed, just little nips, bites from a whole that would neither quelch his own need to feed nor lessen Lucian's lust.

"I may." He replied, his fingers coming up to dance along Lucian's arm, to take a fist full of sleeve and pull the demon down to his height as he raised up onto his own toes. His lips were soft, warmd with someone elses blood. His lips caressed like a glove, a touch of their own.

What went through his mind? 'Ah, Glorious'. That's what.

Bending down to his height, his hand rested comfortably on Asher's hip, steadying himself just a little. Stepping beyond that innocent kiss, his tongue tipped out, licking at Asher's soft lips. Yeah, just that was great, but it was so good that it had Lucian desiring even more of him.

Asher knew this effect since he'd planned to use vampiric charm but found Lucian so willing he need no waist his time on such things. His fingers played up Lucian's sleeve as the demon's tongue touched his lips. A cool hand rested now on Lucian's neck, around the back, cupping the base of his head.

His own lips parted and his tongue flicked across Lucian's, tasting of mint. He took a mint each night after waking and feeding. He had tasted of mint for the past hundred years.

And that mint trick was the best thing ever. Lucian didn't taste like anything special aside from the strawberry candy he had just a little bit ago. Strwaberry and mint. An interesting mixture.

He explored Asher's mouth until something else popped up. As he got more, he wanted even more. He had to withdraw to keep himself from jumping and ravaging Asher right on the street. Despite breaking the kiss, his lips were still dangerously close to the vampire's, "I'm sorry, it's just.." He paused, looking for a good word choice, "This is getting me all riled up, wanting more of you."

Asher's hand trailed over the back of his neck, he twisted his wrist and the back of his fingers swayed down the length of Lucian's face, a touch so gentle to the place just before the ear.

"I know." He spoke out loud but sounded as though he'd whispered intimatly. An amazing talent it is to kiss someone without knicking them with your fangs. Asher managed.

"Then you must come with me. I've many places in this city that we may revel in eachother without prying eyes."

Lucian nodded softly. Today seemed like his birthday. Getting what he wanted with a very handsome man. He pecked a kiss to satiate him for the walk. "No qualms, and thanks." Asher was accomodating him so nicely. He appreciated that he was letting him and also leading him to a private place.

"So, shall we go?" Sadly, his own hand gently lifted off, his finger tips brushing across his hip.

This is because, unbeknownst to Lucian, Asher too is gaining from this rendezvous. Sensing this demon did not wish to break contact, Asher obliged by offering his arm to the him in an old fashion, elegant way. He began to glide again almost before Lucian could take his arm.

Of course he had many places of concealment. He owned many businesses and in each building held an office. He began leading Lucian to a dance club, an initiate dance club, that resided at the end of Elm street itself.

"We havn't far to go."

Lucian took his arm, feeling oddly weird. It was a normal custom so long ago, but in this day and age, one hardly ever saw this. Never the less, he followed him, getting pretty excited for once.

"Not far?" He smiled geniunely, "You're full of surprises."

(Sorry so short!)

“You just would not believe how many, mon amie.” That small statement spoken so confidently should have sounded dark and ominous. Asher made the words secretive and seductive. He placed his hand on top of the Demons, holding his hand in the crook of his own arm and guiding him down the street. At the end, a dance club, the Danse Crains. The Fearful Dance. Lovely. He guides Lucian into the club and through a door to the left. The staircase is large enough for two people to walk together. The door at the top of the stairway opened into an office with a big, laquored desk, a long black sofa, and two straight back chairs. The office held a renissance flavor of sorts and bore no windows.

Asher lead Lucian into the room, closing the door firmly behind himself, but he did not lock it. He released Lucian’s arm and folded himself into the corner of the sofa, the motion so boneless and graceful he could have been a puppet pulled by strings.

“Is this more to your liking, mon amie?”
(it's quite alright)

Oh my. "Very to my liking."

Lucian stepped forward, taking in the whole room. Particularly the desk and the sofa. Those tended to be the rendevouz furniture. "I believe you couldn't have picked any better of a place." It was classy, but still had that excitement with the door unlocked. He liked it. No, he -loved- it. It just made him want Asher even more, seeing all of this.

He spun a little on his heel, a small grin winding on his lips, "Are all your hiding places this nice?" Slinking up, Lucian stopped in front of Asher, "If so, I must compliment you."

"I am glad that you like it."

He gazed around his own office, his eyes falling on the desk where a small stack of papers lay. Those hadn’t been there several days ago. The duties of owning a growing business, no doubt they were tax returns or property documents that couldn’t be signed by his contractors, only acceptable by owner signature.

The walls were adorned in English prints, too old to have been bought recently, but since the demon knew Asher was older then even himself, he would know those prints were antique. The carpet was black, the walls white. He rested one arm over the arm rest, sitting like this, he looked as though he were a nobal man from the seventeenth century. Which, coincidently, he was.

His pale eyes watched Lucian turn a circle, taking the office in. - Are all your hiding places this nice?- A faint smile touched his lips as Lucian spun on his heels and stood in front of him. He reached out and ran a hand up the side of Lucian’s leg, resting his fingers around the upper thigh, stroking with his thumb.

“I would settle for nothing less.” He paused, a dramatic effect in which he let his hair slide over his shoulder away from his face. “Your compliment is, again, more the graciously received.”

Oh, this was a lot. It was like a blast from the past, the way Asher was presenting himself. He was much younger then, more or less, a tadpole in the demon world. So, he just couldn't help himself. Lucian slid past the hand on his leg, a knee leaning down on the couch while his hand slipped down the side of the vampire's neck while he gently took a kiss from him.

"Nothing than the best, mm?" Is that the same with the people he chose? If so, it was an ego pat to Lucian.

As Lucian stepped forward, his arm remained extended, letting Lucian's thigh run across his forarm. Asher raised his chin and allowed the demon the desired kiss. Along his own neck there are no scars, no punctured spots. His bloodline could heal their wounds nearly as fast as they are made, and thus, the puncture wounds had healed without scar. He would not scar unless the object of attack is that of a holy type, thus the cross upon his arm.

If Lucian wants his ego stroked, Asher would oblige. As the kiss was broken he turned his blue eyes on Lucian, lowered his voice to a soft rolling whisper.

"Nothing but the best."

He moved his arm finally, his hand slid upward on Lucian's thigh to lightly touch his hip.

Lucian grinned, "Well, good. I wouldn't want to seem under your standards." He liked the touches he was receiving. They jut blew up his confidence more to continue. To go on, he straddled Asher's lap, lowing his lips down again to kiss down his neck gently, while his hands tickled down his front.

"Mm, I'm glad I saw you on the street."

Asher did a small swing of his head, practiced and twisted with perfection, and the small guesture flipped his golden hair over his shoulder. The Vampire slowly tilted his head to the side, raising his chin slightly, to expose a long, clean line of smooth, soft, pale flesh. He was slightly warm with someone's blood. Asher's fingers twisted patterns up the Demon's thighs. Many waist time with such guestures, leaving others impatient and waiting. He managed the guesture to be slow, intricate, and quick all in one smooth moment. How? Practice. His hands slide up the thighs, twisting around slightly to cup Lucian's butt in both hands. Again, he begins to feed from Lucian's lust, nipping, drawing it into himself.

Well, Lucian had a lot to feed from.

Once he got down to the junction where his neck connected to his shoulder, Lucian nipped. Oh, just those touches. They were honestly like magic. Lucian was growing more and more heated, and well, there was no hiding it either. Not that he would. He was feverently kissing back up his neck and jawline while his hands ducked inside Asher's shirt, feeling the cotents inside.

The 'contents inside' was firm, defined lines of muscle. Even a vampire can work out. Actually, being partially dead is all the more reason to work out. You've got all the time in the world with not enough things to fill out the night.

The vampire sucked at the flow of lust radiating from his prey, such a fierce amount, it was a lovely change to for once be filling that space in him that craved other's lust. Not often did it fill on one feeding.

Asher could simply push Lucian away now, his use fullfilled. But he did not. He gripped tighter on Lucian's butt, pulling the demon tightly against him. He slid his own hands upward into the shirt, rushing his fingers over the spin, fingertips brushing, touching, each individual bone on their journy upward. He lowered his face, his nack still exposed to the side and kissed a line across Lucian's neck, allowing a fang to graze flesh on the last kiss.

Lucian was distracted by the fang. Now, Lucian was a little bit of a masochist so it could explain when he craned his neck toward that fang. A little pain felt good to him. He wasn't bothered in the least by the pricking sensation. If anything, it sparked him into more feverish kisses down to the base of his neck.

Belatedly, he murmured, "A fang? Vampire?" He only sounded curious and a bit interested.

He smiled against the willingly exposed throat, rubbed his cheek along the length of skin. Asher opened his eyes, admiring that expanse of flesh. Had he known this one would so willingly exposed his throat, perhapes he would not have feed so much from Justin.

"There are many other creatures who possess fangs, mon amie." He kissed the demon's shoulder, traced a line up the demon's neck from shoulder to ear with the tip of a wet tongue. His fingers traced around Lucian's sides, rested on his chest, one long finger touching his nipple with the barest of flesh contact.

"That is true.. I just tend to assume."

He shivered at the barest of touches, "But you didn't deny it." He tilted his neck, kissing Asher's own, "If so, I'm willing for any time." Well, isn't this a new turn of events? This idea of fangs excited him so he put a halt of trying to get into Asher's pants for the moment, but he didn't stop his hands from sneaking into the very top of his pants, rubbing his hip.

Asher raised his blonde, sleek brows into arches. So willing. His lips grazed down the line of throat, his finger brushing the nipple once more with minimal contact. He enjoyed the effect he received from the touches, Lucian's and his own. Lower regions in his body had reacted strongly against Lucian and he turned his eyes up to the Demon.

"I have fed tonight already." But it did not stop him. A vampire can drain a man twice his size empty and be only just satisfied. Justin was only Asher's size, and he took less then half of his blood. He raised Lucian off of him, laying him across the sofa. That strength was less then a fraction of his true strength. He climbed the length of Lucian's body slowly, evenly, until his face was pressed into Lucian's throat.

"Do you wish your mind to be rolled? It will be more pleassureable, less painful."

I suppose either way would have worked in Lucian's favor.

Lucian was mildly surprised to find himself flat on his back, but none the less, he adjusted. After all, he was used to surprises and he did know Vampires were -really- strong. So, he got himself comfortable on the seat, wiggling here and there til he had found the -perfect- spot. He was tall after all, he had to fit his legs nicely. Now comfortable, he linked his arms loosely around Asher, running his hands up and down his back as he contemplated the question shortly.

Lucian looked at Asher as much as he could out of the corner of his eyes, "No, I want to feel the pain." He liked the pain after all.

This little amount of information rose no response from Asher's face or body at all. He was genuinly suprised, having not guessed this previously this night. But after Lucian had suprised him once, he was on his gaurd and all emotions that should not be seen were hidden.

Asher nodded and lifted his face from Lucian's neck. He drew his head back, allowing his fangs to drop into veiw, long white lengths of fang. He struck then, his fangs sinking deeply into Lucian. He drew his fangs out and sealed his lips over the bite, the muscles in his throat and jaw working as he sucked. He drained blood quickly at first, a need, a thirst rushing him, and then slowed, savoring the taste, the feel. His hands wound around Lucian's upper arms.

Lucian stilled when the fangs struck him at first, a little surprised at the proceedure. Then again, he never had given blood to a vampire before. Never the less though, he liked this experience.

As Asher continued taking blood, he closed his eyes, slowly breathing in and out, feeling out everything. As he became more used to the sensation, his hands gently traveled up Asher's spine til they could travel no more unless he wanted to lift his upper arms up. "This is.. good." This is an experience he would quite possibly repeat.

Asher's body reacted to the blood in an entirly different way from the Lust. He was not a lustful man in his life, and now, even as a vampire, while he enjoyed provoking lust and feeding from it, he was still not a lustful man. But every vampire reacted to blood. He grew warmer.

Finally he pulled himself away. He did not want to entirly drain a potential pomme de sang. He licked away a dribble of blood, raised his head, and pressed a finger to the marks.

Asher's cheeks had flushed a pale pink over the ghost white of his skin, his lips had become cherry red. He'd taken enough, possibly, to leave Lucian dizzy and lightheaded. He felt the power rushing through him, coursing with the blood. Blood from anything magical was better then blood from a human, blood from anything magical was, quite frankly, magical. More powerful, thus the reason his two pomme de sangs were lycanthropes.

OOC: Sorry I disappeared without a good bye this morning, or night for you I suppose. Emrys’ internet line failed.

::Nar. The internet failed so he saved it and told me to post for him today so....here you go... *waves hands frantically* HI RAN!!!::

HI EMMY! HI WILL! ; ; I'm so sorry I hadn't replied in like.. >_<; OVER TWO-THREE WEEKS! I hope you have fun camping!))

Lucien slowly opened his eyes so he could look at Asher. Oddly enough, he grew fascinated by the fact that his lips were red when they weern't moments before. Sure, he knew some things that happened to vampires when they fed, but it wasn't like he had ever actually gotten to see it up close in personal.

Not holding back, he lifted a hand to slowly run his thumb over his lips, "Very bright.."

The thoughts rushing through Lucien's mind was 'I have to do that again'. "Call mea nytime you need a drink." And like always, his thoughts always fly out his mouth. It was a good experience. It felt good, he got to see a hot guy, and well, just over all, he was pleased.

"Très délectable." He replied to the thumb against his lip. His eyes had become feirce with a power that dwelled in all vampires and more so in the elder of the race. He'd fed not only of the demon's blood but of his lust as well, though no physical contact was necissary.

-Call me anytime you need a drink-

"To feed," Asher corrected. His breath was like lust. He'd been able to create a bite that was worthy or better then even sex itself. He'd leashed less then half of his power to do so. The vampire pressed his body down, bringing weight onto the demon's body. One shift of his hips pressed him against the other, his eyes to blaze, hair to fall over his shoulders onto the demon's chest. How could he seem so tall, though it was apparent the body pressed to Lucian's was much shorter.

"Aah, right. Feed, correct terms.." Lucien gave Asher a lazy smile, looking up into his face when he was pressed up against him. If only his mind was more focused, he might have taken advantage of the situation and tried to turn it into a sexual deal. Alas though, he was distracted by the vampire's power to seduce him without any action at all.

It amazed him.

Asher chuckles softly, enough to thrill your body with a dash of chills over the flesh. His face leans close to the Demon's and he seals a kiss over Lucian's lips, searching his mouth with his own, allowing Lucian to taste his own blood on his fangs, coating his tongue.

Asher's finger's trail simple patterns down the demon's side until his hands lay flat over hips, then slid upward beneath the hem of the shirt until there is contact of warm flesh against the chill of Asher's hand, not cold, but not warm either.

Oooh, Lucky Lucian.

His head tipped back a little when the kiss was first initiated, a bit surprised at first, but of course he soon got over it. Til another thing seemed to get a hold of his senses. What is that taste? He rolled his tongue a few times against his fangs til it finally clicked what it was. His blood. Tastes sorta.. bloody. Oh well, a kiss is a kiss and he liked this one so he paid no attention except a shred to his hands which were wandering down Asher's back.

Asher did not shudder or whither beneath the demon's hands. It was a nice touch but he's rather immune to human reactions. He is able to feel the pleassure in which the touch inspires but he does not need reply with mindless shudders and sensless whithering. Rather, he replies by nicking the demon's tongue at the mercy of a fang and let it trickle blood into both his and Lucian's mouth in a small, slow trickle.

The Vampire's fingers twist the fabric of the shirt and he breaks the kiss. In exactly one, smooth and grace ridden motion, Lucian is rendered shirtless and the Vampire's tongue is treding over his bare flesh.