((Warning: Some scenes are semi-graphic, not enough for a curtain call but oviously enough for a warning. If anyone finds male on male actions offensive, don't read. If you don't, read on. You were warned.))

The engine finally died out as Kriss pulled into a parking space, allowing Ziggy to get off before him when he turned off the bike. Then he got off one of his most prized possessions and slipped an arm around Ziggy's back, the other hand slipping the keys somewhere... they seemed to just disappear.

He had been so tempted to just stop the vehicle before and violate him in the street. Or, even better, on the bike itself, though that would be near impossible.

His green eyes twinkled with something like mirth, but a bit more characterized by his smirk instead.

Kriss lead him into the club and out of the parking lot by his side the whole time, his boots softly thudding on the pavement as he did so.

Ziggy had been oblivious to anything Kriss had felt, the ride had left him breathless and filled with grins. For a cop, he seemed to not care about speed limits a bit too carelessly. But it had been so fun.

He had been the first to get off, more like jump off, twirling a little bit even, all smiles and laughter. He waited for the other to get off and was pulled close to the other, arm around his back. While still shy, he put his slimmer arm around the other's waist, smiling up at him and allowing the other to lead in the club.

Giddyap.

Of course he didn't heed the speed limit, especially because he was a cop and could get away with it.

Boots clicked against the club floor. In the clubbing aspect, Kriss dressed almost exactly like his brother. His whole outfit was leather, the boots lacing up and coming up all the way to his calves. They were pretty flat for the most part with little elevation, since he needed them that way to ride the motorcycle.

His pants were also leather, hugging tightly to his skin and tucked in so that his boots would show without revealing skin or covered by the leather. His coat was also a simple black trenchcoat, and underneath that he was almost wearing nothing.

A fishnet type of thing that covered his shoulders, collar bone and arms all the way down to his knuckles, at least half a dozen black bangles on his wrists over top of that. To finish that off he had sort of a collar on his neck, a thick and wide piece of leather with buckles, too big to be considered a necklace.

"What first, cowboy?"

Ziggy didn't dress quite like that. He was too modest for fishnet and wasn't fond of a lot of decorations, his style was simple ol' Ziggy.

Tan cowboy hat, dry and on his head, deeply wavy hair comin out from under it. A suede like shirt, the same tan color, sleeveless with a turtleneck. There was lacing up both sides of the shirt, adding a little decoration. It rode up his torso a little, revealing a hint of tanned skin, but it clung to the rest of him like a second skin, very comfy.

He too wore leather pants, tan cream like color, smooth and tight on him, fitting to his ass very nicely and leaving little to the imagination. He was looking around, aware of others staring and other numerous things going on. He grinned at Kriss and raised his eyebrows feeling bold.

"Dancing, then drinks, then some more dancing. We'll figure out what to else to do when it comes time for that."

He was already pulling Kriss to the dance floor, a song that he loved was begining. Oh yeah, this was going to be good.

Kriss was still quite impressed with that outfit of Ziggy's even if it wasn't as decorated or didn't show as much skin. Oh no, he couldn't possibly be dissapointed with the pants... and that ass. He was near drooling at that thought but kept the smirk faintly on his face. He ditched the trenchcoat on a barstool and then was pulled onto the dance floor. Dancing, sweaty people, a song that rocked the whole club and nearly screamed rhythm down his slim figure. Oh yes, he could get used to this.

He was swallowed in the sea of people on the dance floor but made it quite clear that Ziggy belonged to him, grinding hips against him as he danced so very close to him.

Giddyap indeed.

Could grinding count as dancing?

Who knows and who cares, Zigy really enjoyed the feeling of Kriss against him. And then there was Kriss Jr. of course, Zig swore he almost lost his eyebrows when he felt ahem, 'him' up against his thigh and his his ass. That was really...heh, nice too. He was grinding, but he was also dancing, he learned over the last few years how to by watching people and people teaching him at clubs. He wasn't anything to be sniffed at. He was so caught up in this he didn't even realize his hands had gone back and were trailing over Kriss' face and tangling in the other's soft hair.

Goodness how great this feels.

Maybe. To Kriss it does.

He was a bit smoother than some of the other male dancers and that might have come as a surprise. No, Kriss didn't have the white man's disease, thankyouverymuch.

Eventually it was less grinding and more dancing but now Kriss' hips were fairly close to Ziggy's and he rocked a little. The dance floor was just one big floor to have sex on, one could swear.

Kriss' hands slipped to Ziggy's waist, fingers nearly inside Ziggy's tight leather pants at the hips.

Ziggy would be glad about that, at least Kriss was able to control himself, unlike...a lot of the people here.

The other's hands only added to the rush that Zig was currently feeling, and he turned his head and tipped it up, staring at Kriss through half closed eyes. There was a slight blush on his face, not so much of shyness as it was exhilaration. His mouth was open slightly, brushing against the skin of the other's chest. He could smell Kriss just as well here, but there were other scents, like his own cinnamon one and the smell of sweat and sex mixing in.

It was overwhelming.

Kriss would have to agree with that. His keen sense of smell was near overflowed with the scents but he could successfully name each individual one. The smells of the club, sex and sweat, were near overpowering... and the fae that stood before him? Well, his scent was sweet and intoxicating, like that of a perfume... it was better than any drink... better than getting high...

A delicate shiver of delight ran down Kriss back and he still gently rocked a little bit, growing very-perhaps too-close to him.

Ziggy didn't cae if the other was too close, he was welcoming that in fact, open mouth near the other's nipple rings. He found them absolutely fascinating. Did they hurt? Did it feel good? His eyes locked onto the one nearest him and then he stretched up, mouth widening as his long long came out and licked the ring. It felt smooth as expected against his tongue. His eyes closed even more, now barely opened as his pink tongue curled around the ring, tugging and licking it, even getting the other's nipple a few times. Oh, see how he threw caution to the wind?

This should be interesting for Kriss.

Oh, what a tease. This was the very recipe for a hard-on and Kriss almost misstepped when the other man began curling his tongue around his nipple ring, flicking gently against his nipple even so.

His breath was shuddery and light, breathless even and Kriss' fingers slipped inside Ziggy's pants.

Oh goodness, this might go way too far. But Zig didn't care right now, he was too caught up in licking and tugging on the nipple and nipple ring. his hands ran down the man's arms and down to his hands, almost pushing them farther in his pants. Then they went ack up and held around the upper arms. Ooh, and waht nice upper arms they are. Muscled but not overly buff, how yummy. Then Zig chuckled, giving a nip as he looked up more at Kriss.

"See? One of the many things I can do with this mouth..."

Then he was back, liking and nipping and tugging. He was already feeling the affects against his backside. Woah boy.

"And oh what a wonderful little mouth it is," Kriss murmured softly, fingers tensed slightly up against skin because the leather of Ziggy's pants was so tight. With what little room he did have in there his hands roamed over the tanned man's hips.

Kriss leaned a bit into the other male, so much it would have looked to others that he was violating him.

"Don't stop," a feathery whisper.

Ziggy didn't, in fact the only thing he did was turn around, chest against Kriss', he full body was pressed up against the other. The Jr's seemed to be very happy too. Ziggy's next action'll probably make Kriss' even happier. He took the other's nipple and nipple ring into his mouth, sucking the whole thing and nibbling on it, flicking his tongue against the other. How yummy. Kriss' sweat was almost sweet, but witha bitter burn. He sucked on nipple and ring pulling his head away, it coming out and then miving his head forward, ring and nipple taken back into his mouth. This is almost too graphic.

Ziggy was purring.

Oh, how that hurt. But that only enhanced the feeling of almost bittersweet and intense passion and desire for Ziggy. He was pining for his touch by now, pressing up against him so that there was virtually no space in between the two.

And hands slipped further into the pants, down his thighs... then came back up again, resting on his hips and out of the leather. Now he simply swayed on his feet. He couldn't violate him yet. They hadn't had their drinks.

Ziggy was enjoying this, puring and nibbling but yes, the thought had also popped into his head. This wasn't on their agenda yet and so he stopped, slowly teasing Kriss as he stopped. He opened his eyes fully, luscious lips parted as he smiled softly and somewhat meekly up at him.

"I'm thirsty Kriss..."

Goodness he doesn't know how many ways that could be taken.

Kriss' mind entertained the thought for a moment even though he knew what Ziggy meant. He couldn't believe this was the shy little thing he'd picked up at the coffee shop.

"Mm, thirsty? Want to go grab a drink?" he asked.

Believe me, Ziggy was shy, but sometimes he got caught up in things, sometimes he feels bold enough to do things. He isn't spineless. But it was obvious he was rather...not mortified...but something at the thought of what he had been doing. there was a blush across his face as he was held close to Kriss. It didn't take long to walk over to the bar, though they were held back a few times by stubborn parts of the crowd and many gropings and wolf-whistles. Ziggy had only leaned in more to Kriss. now they were at the bar, Ziggy liked whiskey, having grown up with it.

What do they serve here? Probably something ridiculous sounding and too sweet.

Kriss only smirked as they made their way to the bar. He didn't dismiss any gropings other than the ones done to Ziggy. He knew how attractive both Ziggy and himself were.

He leaned up against the bar counter, one arm around Ziggy.

"What d'you want, Zig?"

"Something strong, hot, and with a kick."

That's how he likes them. Perhaps a little too strong at times, seeing that the cowboys would pass out before he did. It took a bit of alchohol to knock him down. A bit meaning a lot. Like his Father as his Mum had once told him. He smiled meekly up at Kriss. What would he get?

"Mm, okay." He leaned further into the bar counter with a slightly smug expression. After a moment the bartender got to Kriss.

"Hot butter rum anddd... long island iced tea."

He turned to Ziggy for his approval.

Ziggy smiled. Mm rum, sounds good to him. He nodded in approval, smile growing wider since Kriss too got himself a strong drink. He cocked his head at Kriss. the man could fit in almost anywhere, some bar drinking beer, a club drinking some fancy drink, or a facy place sipping wine. Ziggy was growing fond of this man. He chuckled, licking his lips.

"You like strong drinks?"

"Hell yeah. What else?" He smirked a little but it was mostly smothered by his playful grin as the bartender scurried off to prepare their drinks. He hopped up on one of the bar stools and straddled it.

"You do too, I see. Or just tonight?"

Ziggy smiled and stepped over closer to Kriss, wanting to get on his lap and stradle him but unsure that if one, Kriss would let him and two, well...just because he's feeling shy right now. He gave a nod, smiling.

"Hell yea," a hand on his hip, "...stronger the better, I really love the bites of drinking strong things."

He smiled, chuckling. Good, Kriss liked his drinks strong. He was now in front of Kriss, hands on knees and him leaning forword slightly. Ziggy took a moment to look around. There were so many attractive people here too, some of them obviously looking for company. That didn't seem to stop the ones who were looking at them from slapping his rather stuck out ass as they passed by him. Ziggy in reply, simply made a squeak like noise combined with an 'ow'.

Ow.

"I hope you like the bites of other things too," Kriss murmured softly, perhaps too softly for Ziggy to hear. He watched the dance floor with a little smile that soon dissipated when the other's ass was smacked. He knew it was all in good fun, but... He pulled the cowboy a little closer in so that he made him straddle him.

How possessive and naughty.

It had been indeed too soft for Ziggy to hear, since at that time he had been too caught up in looking around. But then almost right after he got smacked, he was pulled up to Kriss, onto his lap, facing him. And how nice it felt, even better than on the motorcycle. Of course some things are slightly...odder feeling seeing as Ziggy is on Kriss' lap. He smiled softly at the other. That smakc had numbed his butt a little. But that didn't matter, he was too abosrbed in the comforting feeling of the larger other against him, his hands on Kriss' shoulders and chin on the other's chest, looking up. He felt rather small and child like compared to Kriss and he relaly might look that way. Oh my. But he didn't care. Their drinks came and he reached around, grabbing it.

Phoo. He sniffed, swalloed, tilted his head back and in a few gulps, the whole thing was gone. And Ziggy was feeling that kick. He gave a soft cough, setting it back on the counter. Normally a drink wouldn't have such a strong feeling for him, but he hasn't drank in a quite a while. He looked up at Kriss smiling, lips pouting out slightly and eyes half way closed.

He just couldn't take his eyes off the other.

For Kriss it was a bit harder to reach around and grab his drink for he was facing the dance floor but entirely possible. He did so, taking a large amount and swallowing thickly before he set it down with a smirk.

"You're too cute..." he said in a sort of breathy, soft whisper as le looked down at Zig, leaning over, "I could just..." breathing onto his face now, "eat you alllllll up."

Then he pressed his lips to Ziggy's, kissing him before he could reply.

That is, if he'd even heard him above the music.

Ziggy was enjoying the slight buzz he was on, watching the lights and taking in the sounds. He smiled up at Kriss, it grew brighter when the other complimented him. He was feeling a bit giddy right now. He titled his head back slowly as the other got closer and closer and before he could say a word, he was kissed. And that kiss was very much welcomed. Ziggy tentatively opened his mouth, his tongue licking the others mouth softly, he was being the submissive one. Kriss will have to learn to be dominant with this one. His eyes were already half closed again, and his arms wrapped around the other's neck.

Mm, oh the taste of alchohol.

Learn to be dominant? Pshaw. Kriss has been subtly dominant in the little time he's known Ziggy and he's been trying to hide the fact that he's the alpha male. He doesn't even need to try to be dominant.

Kriss held Ziggy, his arms slipped under the other male's arms so he could pull him closer, trace patterns into the suede of his shirt with his black colored nails.

He slipped his tongue in and it near danced with Ziggy's, exploring the caverns of his mouth with the long pink organ. That tongue was still in his mouth too.

Oh, this was good. Spicy, hot, passionate... this better last awhile.

Oh it will, yes it will.

Ziggy gave a moan into the kiss, this one was more intense then their first one, and Ziggy loved it. It was exhilarating really and Ziggy met Kriss' tongue with his own. If the other was to totaly dominate him, he'd just reply with complete submission. His fingers once again entagnled themselves in Kriss' hair, loving the softness of it. He was giving soft little moans, how cute. How Ziggy.

What a pair.

The moans only excited Kriss, making him want to do more than just kiss him. But he deepened the kiss anyway if that was at all possible, still tracing his fingers over Ziggy’s shirt, making small yet meaningless and intricate designs. He traced a slender pale finger down his spine, moving himself closer to the other’s hips. He smiled against his lips, pulling him in, feeling his body against his, reveling in his sweet scent.

Was it possible that they could get closer?

Obviously it was, seeing as Zig managed to press right up against him, wrapping his legs around the waist of the other. Just to tease the man, he forced his hips down, squirming under the touch of the other, breathy little noises heard when he pulled away to get a breath of air. Instead of returning to Kiss the other, he went on the kiss the other's jaw. One of his weakensses. He loved jaws and the jawline and Kriss' was so delicious looking he wanted to eat it.

So he actually did begin to nibble on it.

If not for the clothing, oh the damned clothing like a chastity belt without a key, Kriss would have lost control of himself. Letting out a pleasant but brief gasp when the other pulled away from the kiss for air, Kriss opened his eyes, pushing Ziggy away a little so he could drag his tongue all the way from his jaw to his neck, really slowly. Mmmmmmmmmm, delicious.

Oh what a pleasant feeling.

Ziggy's grip tightened in the other's hair, tugging ever so slightly as he raised his body up, grinding against Kriss. Looked like he wasn't the onlt one who knew how to put their mouth to good work. He almost smiled at that, but he went back to nibbling and the other, breathy sighs and moans exscaping from his pretty little mouth.

How luscious.

Kriss hardly lnoticed the breathy sighs, perhaps too caught up in his own work, nipping at the flesh on his neck, biting down into soft skin ever so slightly, his warm breath lacing over the other's skin. Delighful. Exciting.

He tightened his grip on the fae man.

When the other tightened his grip on Ziggy, well, to remina comfortable he had to go slightly limp. But that didn't matter really, he was too busy giving attention to the other's jawline, kissing and nibbling down it, on the thraot and to the other side of his neck. His hat was knocked backwards, drawstring he only thing keeping it with him. He was purring, toes curling in his shoes.

Don't bite him too hard now.

Oh no, Kriss wasn't exactly biting down very hard right now, just sort of... tasting. He wished he wasn't constrained by the barstool now, but beggars can't be choosers.

Kriss' hands went upward now from his back, running slender fingers along Ziggy's scalp.

Nip, nip, nip.

He pulled up slightly, pushing himself into a kiss.

And of course, Ziggy replied to the kiss, deepenin it slightly if he must.

Hands were feeling Kriss, up his arms, over his torso, nails going down his soft without tearing skin. The Fae was caught up in the sensations, his body up against the other, the other tasted so good. He should order that drink sometime, what was it?

Who cares right now anyways? He dissmissed whatever thought came into his head, paying attention to only the sensations and the other. Another drag of his nails down the other's back.

It must feel nice.

Oh indeed it felt nice. Kriss wouldn't have minded if he had dragged his nails down just a hair harder so it would tear skin. He liked the biting sensation of pain filled with his passionate sensations.

He held onto Ziggy like a drowning man, hands tangled desperately in his soft brown hair.

He pulled back after a moment, not even panting lightly. Just smiling.

"Another drink?"

Ziggy made a noise of dissappointment when the other pulled back, little mouth forming a pout. But it quickly dissapeared and a cocky grin replaced it.

"Cha! Of course. I'm not drunk enough to make you pretty."

He slumped up against Kriss, hands still entangled, and laughing. See? He has some fire in him, probably from the drink and adreneline that is coursing through him. And obviously he is kind of enjoying it. But don't be insulted Kriss, it's a joke!

He has a sense of humor, right?