"You have bite marks on your neck."

A gloved hand made it halfway to the bitten throat before stopping and dropping back down to a bare hip.

The comment was slurred, half here and half there, hovering between drunken stupor and already lacking in IQ points.

"Maybe I like being bit." The 't' was snipped off with a defiant note as the straight white teeth clicked beside her ear in a mock snap.

"I bite."

She was swaying on the edge of her seat and by this point had probably forgotten where she was but her friends were encouraging her and they were paying for the extra attention and that was all that mattered to Vaughan.

"I bet you do," was his sultry response. He drew the words out slowly and despite the thrum of the loud music the words were low, for her ears. She shivered.

Vaughan's hips were moving with the beat of the music and he reached out across the table to draw his fingertips down her arm slowly. She shivered again. His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall for the sixth time in as many seconds. The neon green second hand slowed under his gaze and the purple glowing minute hand hadn't moved even one mark up. He sighed and the sound was carried away by the music. He stepped closer to the table, a little closer to the woman, crawling up onto the table top. The night had crawled by in a torturous pace for Vaughan.

The club was the typical strip bar, an anonymous brick wall stuffed between two other buildings with a neon sign over it's door. Just inside the door was a small room for checking coats, then beyond this the dark room full of thudding music, the smell of hormones, sweat, and other bodily fluids, and partial to fully naked bodies. The room was decorated in a relaxed fashion, bringing it from just another strip joint to a ladies and gentleman's special interest club. The walls were decorated with ceiling to floor sheets of velvet purple cloth, the bar to one wall, the center stage and two smaller stages off to both sides of it, as well as the small round tables for the audience were made of highly polished black wood.

The 'dancers' were dressed up, as was typical, in the clubs namesake: jungle dwelling animals. Some were draped in feathers, others in scales, and some in fur. Vaughan, specifically, was still wearing most of his clothes and happened to be a lion. Who could resist all of that curly dark hair that needed no help being turned into a mane. Someone had painted his eyes with a liquid eyeshadow, drawing out the gold in his brown eyes. Contacts had been dropped into his eyes to make those pupils cat-slitted. Vaughan's hands were covered by a pair of thin golden colored fingerless gloves that reached up to his elbows. His arms were left bare from elbow to shoulder, his skin dark against the pale colors of his costume. His shirt had tears in most of the fabric leaving more flesh bared then there was material to the shirt, the shreds resembled cat scratches. His nipple rings were both visible and they glinted in the florescent lights. He wore no pants at all and the only coverage provided to his lower body was a thin cream colored thong, his pants were discarded beside him. He wore a pair of dark cream colored boots that rode up to his knees.

Vaughan's eyes flicked away from the clock and he sighed again through partially parted lips and returned his attention and false desire back to woman before him. He crawled closer and with only half the table left to crawl across his eyes returned to the clock face.

Tatsumi had to pause for nearly five minutes as she entered the club, as she had never been in any place like it before.

But here she was, clad in nearly impossibly tight blue jeans and a black strapless corsette she'd picked up just for such an occasion. The heals of her black leather boots clicked as she once more made her way to the innards of the club.

Normally, it wouldn't have taken a normal person as long to adjust, but there was more. More for her to take in. So many scents, so many sights and sounds that were simply overloading her senses and nearly making her dizzy. Hah.. And what would Kyoshi have thought of her in such a place...

No... She probably wouldn't have stepped foot in this place if it wasn't for Vaughan. Not that she disproved of them, but rather... She had no need. She had had no want for anything of a sexual nature until she met him. And if she were true to herself... It was much more exciting than she could remember.

Her heart was pounding to the beat of the music as her keen eyes looked around, the scent of all the warm and eager bodies around her nearly made her lunge for the first man she laid eyes on. But once she caught his scent... Oh... That could have been for an entirely different reason.

With the grace of a large cat herself, Tatsumi lept onto the table and crawled towards her lion. Her Vaughan. Her eyes were bright and eager, hungry for something. Slinking up to him, it was all she could do to keep from pushing over and pressing him to the table. Instead she held herself back, opting to kiss him eagerly, deeply instead.

She'd caught him off guard, his cat-eyes still lingering so longingly on that neon clock.

Three things happened simultaneously when she jumped onto the table with him. The woman and the group he was entertaining all gave surprised yelps and in a few cases whoops of glee, the muscles all the way down Vaughan's arms, chest, and back shuddered with surprise, and several very large, muscled bodies leaned away from the walls and started in towards their table to remove the overzealous specter from one of their dancers and, depending on the scene she made, possibly from the club all together.

The three young muscles stopped when Vaughan returned the kiss with obvious pleasure.

Vaughan had been tight beneath his thong but he stretched long and hard now as he pressed his kiss tighter against her. His heart beat had sped and now the blood rushed through him so hard and fast that he felt light headed.

Vaughan broke the kiss by straightening his body, becoming taller then her, even on their knees. The group around them was still whooping their pleasure at their show being doubled. The sounds did not distract him but rather encouraged him. He slid his hands around to cup her hips and began swaying with the fast but mellow beat of the music. He thrust his hips forward until they just barely brushed the fabric of her blue jeans.

"'v been waiting all night for you," he muttered and he couldn't even hear his own voice over the music but he knew that she would hear it.

His voice was that same low, husky sound that he occasionally slipped into when he didn't seem to notice he was being sultry and sexy.

The sounds of the crowd, the men approaching to assess the situation... Well they all meant nothing to her really. They could stair if they wanted... And well, it was actually a fortunate thing that the security didn't attempt to remove her... Otherwise she would have done some removing of her own had they tried to part her from him at this particular moment.

Her arms slipped possessively around his neck as her body moved with his, feeling the brush at her pants she growled eagerly. Her lips were nearly vicious at his neck, nibbling and sucking at his skin.

Those bite marks? Oh, they belonged to her teeth, and she'd claim it. She'd claim him any day of the damn week, and make it so that he would never forget about her.

Growling as she heard his voice she decided to speak into his mind. Less... interruptions that way. "I had to feed before I came... I'm sorry darling... But it's a good thing I had... Otherwise I'd be taking you here and now." Her voice held something that it hadn't yet held, even with him, as her hands slid down his shirt, her nails raking the skin that was uncovered here and there.

Her removing those very large boys would surely have caused some suspicion. However, the bouncers had been trained to assess the situation and act appropriately. They also knew the dancers on a personal level and part of their job was to trust the dancers ability to assess their own danger.

Her kisses and nibbles at his throat made him sigh and he rolled his head back, stretching the skin and tendon at his throat tight for her but her voice whispered through his mind. He whined.

"I would have let you," he moaned. The prospect of speaking to each other in their minds was still unnatural to him. He understood what the consequences would have been if she'd have bit into his throat and bled him right there on the table in front of a whole room of specters. At this point, with all of the anticipation of waiting for her and then her sudden sexual assault, however welcome, he wouldn't have cared.

He brushed harder against her by using his grip on her hips to pull her against him instead of thrusting against her this time. He left his throat exposed her her as she drew her fingers down his skin and shirt. He released her hips and ran his bare fingertips over her arms, down her hands, and then finally to trace them across his own skin, following the trail her fingers made.

He was still preforming. Now they were preforming. It was an intimate concept for Vaughan. His performances had always been choreographed and done with people he had little feeling for. This...this was utter euphoria.

It was almost as if she were apart of the dance... As if she were another dancer there and they were working together. Well, only the people who'd never seen Tatsumi there before would know that that wasn't the case.

And it was a dance... But it was more than a dance to her.

This was Vaughan in his world... In his light. Not the boy that she'd gotten to know. This was the man who was in hiding most of the time. The man she craved. And that was proven by the soft eager moans that he pulled from her as his fingers caressed her skin. Such warmth, such desire...

Her tongue trailed against his throat. Her fangs grazing eagerly. Despite the fact that she'd already fed, oh, she was still hungry. Very hungry.

Her hips pressed against his as he pulled her towards him. At it was as her body leaned nearly limp into his that she realized that it was a good thing that he wasn't always like this at home.

Had she realized really where she was, her hands would have been under a firmer control, but as she really didn't give a damn, they wandered down to his hips, caressing the skin.

"To think I didn't notice your hot ass the other night." She growled as she bit lightly at his ear, squeezing his backside eagerly. Hot ass... Had she thought of it, or been any position too, she would have thought it a... Rather unusual selection of words. But well, it was the truth.

That was exactly how he should have been described. 'A man who spent his time hiding.' This wasn't a hiding place but it was a mask. He'd grown up here, everyone knew him here, but here was the perfect escape from reality. Here was a man who wanted to thrill, not a boy who wanted to die.

Vaughan had always been careful not to be terrible to her but here, in this place, he could be whatever he pleased and she could not blame him. Just being here, but beyond that crawling onto this table with him, gave him permission. At home he was a sexual little creature by nature. Here he was actually putting effort behind that sexual tension that already came to him so easily.

The man followed her fingers along his own body everywhere her fingers went, then started their own trail to more intimate places. He caressed his own body in ways designed to draw the eyes, in ways that showed a closer intimacy with his own self then most people ever had. He leaned back away from her and watched her. He wanted to watch her watch him. This was his place, his way.

Vaughan's fingers curled under the edge of his shirt and tugged it up slowly until he pulled it over his head. It tugged his curls up and back away from his head, leaving his face bare and highlighting and sharpening his features for a moment before the shirt tugged free and his curls fell around his face.

His nipple rings glinted and that layer of long, lean muscles flexed and released with his movements. He dropped the shirt before his hands came down and when they finally did they came down the front of her body, finger tips trailing across the top of the corset, dipping in slightly before dragging over her covered breasts and stomach. His fingertips ached but he knew control in this enviornment. His body and every movement screamed mine.

Hot ass? He grinned at her and at the effect he obviously had on her.

But she wanted this. She wanted a man who did with her as he pleased. A man who was hungry and aching for her. As she watched him caress himself she licked her lips eagerly, her hands beginning to follow his. Tatsumi glared with the smallest of growls as he pulled away, aching to touch him once more.

But then again hell, if he was pulling his shirt off, she could forgive him. The vampiress groaned eagerly as his hands ran along her chest, caressing her breasts. They were not nearly as large as some of the women’s here, but they were enough to be noticed of course. But damnit… Why didn’t he just take the whole damn thing off?

She let him have his fun however, but then his time was up.

Tatsumi kissed him hungrily, her nails even making little red lines down his chest as she caressed his sin, pushing him back as her lips trailed lower and lower on him. His neck… his shoulder, his chest. She’d of course seen the rings the other night, but she hadn’t been interested in using them then. Now she did though. Her tongue flicked around one eagerly, tugging on it ever so slightly. As she pushed him back further, her fangs slipped in around the area ever so softly, and bit down firmly for a moment. Her hips though were caressing his as the music went on, the taste of his blood making her even more hungry for her Vaughan, her hand stroking him as well.

She healed the bites quickly as she released the flesh, so that there was no trace of blood, no trace of bites, as she kissed back up his body.

“I couldn’t resist…” She whispered achingly in his ear. “I just want you… Need you…” Her tongue darted against his ear, caressing it before she gave a gentle tug at the lobe. “And I will have you…"

Why didn't he take the whole thing off? Because here he knew control. Here, he was the tempter and she was the victim. Here there were rules that he was already pushing the limit too. By entering the club, patrons were giving permission to be touched by the strippers but there were very strict policies as to how the crowd was allowed to touch the stripper. He was already pushing the limit of that rule by letting her nails grate down his body, by letting her kiss him. He let it go on, however, as long as they could lead the sheep-like audience with the assumption that this was part of the show. Vaughan could strip down to all but his skin but he was not allowed to even so much as pop a button on a patrons shirt. The crowd thinks she's part of the show, the boss, well, he knows better.

Vaughan leaned further and further back as she pushed him, the muscles in his legs tensed tightly to support him at this angle and the woman he had been entertaining reached out to caress that muscle. He gave her a sideways look and the look was sultry and lazy and all for her. At least, it was how it would be conceived, and it was meant to be conceived that way.

Tatsumi's fingernails traced down his body again, leaving thin red lines along his dark skin, and he moaned, a sound so low that it was swallowed up by the music. When she flicked his nipple ring something tightened low in his stomach. She bite him and his head went back, stretching a long clean line from chin to hips and he arched his back.

When she whispered in his ear he turned his head sideways and bit her lip, holding it between his teeth and drawing his tongue across it. His fingers worked at his glove and he loosened it's hold on his arm, then held his arm out to the woman who was still caressing his thigh. She took hold of his hand and he used that grip to slid the glove from his arm. He did the same with the other glove, offering the bit of material to the man on their other side who so far hadn't touched them but had clearly enjoyed the show. This action left Vaughan in only the thong and the boots.

He released her lip and licked a line across her chin, grabbing her hips and pulling her tightly against him. Attention had focused on them. Even a few of his fellow dancers had paused to watch. Vaughan smiled. He used one hand to mound her breast up higher and kissed the part that swelled over the corset.

mine, mine, mine.

Rules? She didn't know them, and she wouldn't have even cared if she had. Vaughan was hers... He only still worked here because it made him happy and Tatsumi of course would not deny him that.

But in her mind she was begging for the song to end. If this went on any longer... It would drive her insane... So many desires, and none of them fulfilled. As it was she was going to see if he would be able to take a thirty-break for a quickie in the back...

She moaned as he kissed across her neck, licking her jaw. Her head tilted back, wishing he had fangs to simply bite and tear...

The vampiress who didn't need breath was panting. Panting with desire and want, his hands pressed her breasts, making her want more. And she shuddered as he kissed the skin, once more aching for him to have those fangs. How pleasurable it would have been for the both of them.

Yes, she was his, under his power, under his unusual spell. But she couldn't care less. If he had her wrapped around his finger, that was all fine and well with her. Because wasn't he the same way? Weren't they wrapped around each other?

"If I can't have you tonight..." She moaned in his ear as he kissed her breasts. "I swear you'll regret it..."

Vaughan smirked. "I'd regret it any night that I can't have you," he promised her, voice low and husky. His breath was hot on her ears and a thin sheen of sweat had begun to bud over his skin. The temperature in the club was usually kept slightly cool for the dancers sakes but it was never cool enough. Besides, the owner recognized that sweat was as much a part of sex and desire as the body under it.

The woman's hands had returned to his body, slipping a bill into the waist of his thong and caressing his hip. He graced her with another 'look.' But when the woman's hand traced across the place where Tatsumi and his body connected her snarled, baring his teeth and narrowing his cat-eyes at her. The crowd cheered, she faltered.

"Mine!" he roared at her, making his husky voice growling and loud enough to carry over the music. And then he disregarded her and returned his attention to Tatsumi once more. Those who hadn't been paying attention to them were now pausing to watch the lion and his pray routine.

Vaughan rolled onto his rear and pulled Tatsumi down by her arm to sit on his lap. He pulled her ankles around his hips, wanting her to wrap her legs around him, and he started scooting to the edge of the little table. His eyes were focused on her. His dark curls surrounded his face, framing the make-up, the slits in his pupils, the desire.

I want you, always, his thoughts whispered, but i need it now. The thought was nearly a growl and a moan rolled into one low, longing sound. He shifted his hips upward as he found the edge of the table in order to rub against her. He hung his legs over the endge and his boots found the floor and he stood. If she hadn't wrapped her legs around him by now she would fall.

There was a drip of liquid rolling down his butt and the back of his thigh where he'd tipped over someone's shot glass and slid through the amber liquid on his journey to the edge of the table. He didn't care when it found the end of it's course by rolling down inside his leather boot.

She felt the woman's hand brush against her... Touch her. And Tatsumi was just about to let this woman have it... But Vaughan spoke up quicker than she had and so she merely grinned at the woman, a fanged smile, and watched her dejected look before going back to kiss Vaughan eagerly as she wrapped herself around him.

She had no fear of her fangs in this place. After all, Vaughan should have them too, even if they were fake.

She let him stay in control, after all, this was his world, his environment. She was merely along for the ride now. Here to see just what he could do, and god was he showing her.

When he slid to the floor, she was grateful she was holding on, but she had nearly let go with the sound of his voice in her mind. He didn't like to use that way to communicate, so it stunned her at first, but then she relaxed into him again and purred with delight.

"Then now it is... Whatever you want my love... I will always be yours." She reassured him. If he did want her now, she had no doubts that he'd disappoint. Well really the only disappointment would be if he changed his mind at the last second.

The end of the song was only distinguishable by the slight fading of one song and swelling of the next.

Vaughan didn't distinguish the beginning and end of songs in this surrounding anymore. His job was clear: dance, tease, and entertain until I kick the last customer out for the night. His boss was a pretty clear man. The only 'end of a song' Vaughan ever took to consideration was when silence followed for the evening and all of the neon lights were turned off and the bright white house lights flicked on.

Despite the end or beginning of the song, Vaughan was leaving the floor. He cupped his hands under her butt for support, slipping his thumbs into the back pockets of her jeans as he went. It was a true test on his self control to leave the room slowly, drawing the cross from the table to the 'employees only' door into a theatrical scene but he managed to do so, if barely.

The went through the door into a small, dark closet. A wall on either side, the door behind them and a curtain in front of them. He pushed through the curtain into a brighter room where several half naked women lingered, one with a lit cigarette. He ignored them, even as they cat-called and congratulated him on his 'score' while he passed them. He took Tatsumi, all the while staring into her eyes, into a long, thin room and shut the door behind them with the heel of his boot. The room was small and only wide enough for a love seat piled with pillows to be tucked into it along the back wall. It was crowded with a desk full of make up, empty cups, costume jewelry and other trinkets. The vanity mirror had lights around it, three of the bulbs out. Along the opposite wall were two long rails that held a variety of colorful pieces of clothing.

Vaughan carried her to the love seat blindly. His face was tucked against her, biting and kissing her neck as he walked. His hands left her butt to creep up her back and to knock most of the pillows on the love seat to the floor. He lowered her down to the cushions, tucking her into the corner of the arm and back, putting one knee on the edge of the cushion and grinding his body down against hers. No longer holding her left his hands free to explore the corset, searching for whatever means it was held onto her body in order to remove it while his teeth nibbled at her collar bone.

Tatsumi paid attention to none of these things as he carried her through the club. She was too busy. Busy kissing him, letting her hands caress over his shoulders, biting at his ear, his hair and wherever else he could reach.

She sighed as her back touched against the love seat, but her legs stayed firmly wrapped around him, pulling and holding him close. She had to touch him... Had to feel him against her.

The vampiress could feel him trying to figure out the corset and chuckled in her mind. Of course... She had to complicate things didn't she?

her hands made a brief detour from caressing his chest to undoing the little hooks of her own top. She undid a few, just to show him how it was done, before going back to her original task of caressing him. But this time her hands went where they hadn't gone in public, caressing his length eagerly, though patiently. It was as if telling someone 'I really don't want to wait... But I will if I have to' and that was the case. After all. She still had pants on.

Nothing underneath them, but they were still on.

"I hope this won't get you in trouble..." She said breathily at his ear, brushing her face against his curls. "But if it does... I promise it'll be worth it." She grinned at him mischievously.

He didn't pull back to watch her undo a few of the tiny clasps that had hidden so neatly into the fold of the corset but rather as she undid them his hands fluttered over hers, feeling the way she worked at the little things. He continued to bit at her throat, each close of his teeth around his skin was quicker, more urgent, and tighter until he left small red spots on her pale skin where he bit and tugged.

Vaughan worked the little clasps until every one was free of it's bind and he pushed the top away from her very suddenly bare torso. His bites trailed quickly down her throat and over one breast until he licked one delicate nipple. He kissed it and sucked at it until it grew hard under his tongue before crossing over to the other nipple. When she spoke his breath gusted against her skin, the only indication that he'd made a soundless laugh.

"We just made him a whole bundle of cash. Besides," he drew his tongue in a line down her breast and then cupped it with his hand. His voice was breathy now, lacking that low grow he'd had on stage. "we're allowed to give private performances." Although, those usually lacked actually intercourse. No one had to know, right?

His fingers unbuttoned her pants with the slightest flick, the eased practice of a man who removes clothing one handed every day. He urged her hand forward on his length by pushing himself deeper against her palm.

Harder... She wanted those bites harder, deeper... She wanted Vaughan to drink... Drink for her as she did from him. She wanted him to take all of her, not just her bod and her heart...

The light bruises were healing almost as quickly as he left them, the vessels repairing themselves in nearly no time. Her hand moved against him rougher, though not to hurt, as he pressed into her hand. She stroked him more fully now as he kissed along her breasts. Much more eager too.

She moaned with want as he sucked and licked at her nipples, again craving teeth harsh at her skin.

But as soon as her pants were unbuttoned she pushed him back against the couch so she was on top. Wriggling out of the pants in a few moments after kicking her boots off, she crouched bare over the couch, kneeling on the floor. Shifting him around to a sitting position Tatsumi kissed against his thighs at first, not saying a word.

Her kisses moved then and she kissed up and down his shaft, over the tip before taking him into her mouth. It wasn't to make him harder, no, he was good enough as he was. But she wanted him to know that it wasn't just about her... That she would do anything for him, and not because she wanted something, but because she loved him.

She pushed him and normally a woman her size couldn't have maneuvered him in such a way but he didn't resist her strength and lay back against the love seat.

He watched her peel off her pants and found himself shocked by her lack of undergarment. This was something that was characteristic to him, not really to her. He, however, was in no position or condition to complain or ask questions and instead he reached for her but his hand missed it's goal, her waist, and found her shoulder instead when she sank to the floor before him.

He watched her curiously as she tugged away the thong and began to lay kisses up his thighs. When she kissed up the length of him his head threw back before he could stop and the intake of breath was like a hiss, followed by a low moan. This was a very new experience. Last time had been very new too and he'd tried every hour since to remember each sensation. He wondered, between breaths, if every time would be so shockingly sweet.

He forced his head back down, his brown eyes, split by the cat-eye contacts, focused on her, taking it in. He wanted to watch, to take in everything. His heart rate had sped and now his breath was shallow with anticipation. His hands cupped her neck, then her jaw, one hand found her hair, the other slide down the front of her neck and his fingers found her nipple. He whimpered.

Her long black tresses had been pulled back in a loose bun, and as he gripped at her hair, a good deal of that came undone.

But it was all so delicious to her. The taste of his body, the sounds that he made, gasping for breath and moaning in pleasure. She wanted him to feel these things. Wanted to feel how wonderful they could be, and she wanted to know what he enjoyed. She wanted to know what he liked.

She licked, kissed and stroked him as she listened to his rapid heart, his shallow breath... But she didn't want him to get too excited yet... She continued for a few moments still, listening, watching... Remembering. But then she pulled away, her hands continuing to caress softly as to not leave him out in the cold so to speak.

"I promise that I'll show you what I can really do for you." She whispered softly as she slid back against him, straddling his waist. Her hand was still behind her caressing him as she smiled.

"But I want you Vaughan..." She whispered, her voice needy. "This place overwhelms me... The scents, the hormones... the sound of beating hearts all with desire." She moaned as her body rubbed against his. "I swear if you don't take me now... I don't know what I'll do." Yeah, once she was in her right mind she'd admit that she'd been underestimating her will power. Or perhaps underestimating her desire.

But she was human... The desires she'd had while alive were no different... But just like everything else in her life, they were now enhanced. And now more than she could remember in decades, she relished it. Loved it more than anything. Vaughan truly brought her to life again... That dirty, grubby boy with no manners and too curious for his own good. It was odd how a strange combination of a child and a man could have her heart so securely...

Grubby little boy with no manners and too much curiosity? Vaughan might try to be offended by that. Try...

You forgot moody.

Vaughan's moans grew louder and closer together with each stroke and then, oh!, and then she stopped. He whimpered.

She straddled his hips and he lifted himself off of the sofa, reaching for her, as it were. He moaned at her when she spoke, his hands taking up position at her hips. He smiled when she said that if he didn't take her now, in this moment, she didn't know what she would do. His smile was lazy but mischievous and he had that glint in his eye that showed that part of him that could be purely vicious.

"You'll go crazy?" he offered in a voice thick with desire and strain. He almost laughed. "I would torture you right now, all night," he threatened her. He knew that while he could be possibly the most stubborn person on earth he didn't have the will power to go through with that particular threat.

He pushed himself up against her until the length of him slid across her. "I want you so bad that it hurts right now." And there was quite a bit of physical discomfort forming in the moment, the want becoming need. He moved in the same action that would have been in and out, only he wasn't in yet so his length slid back and forth against her, begging for permission.

"No... Truth be told... I'd just take you..." She admitted shamelessly, moaning as he pressed against her. That was a threat she would keep. Unless he said that he didn't want to. She wouldn't be able to take him against his will, but something told her that she wouldn't have to worry about that.

Grinning as he said that he wanted her so much it hurt, she knew there would be absolutely no problem.

"Then what are you waiting for Vaughan... My little... Sex Kitten..." The last two words were but a whisper in his ear as she sucked at his ear lobe. Yeah... That seemed to fit. He was as playful as a kitten, no matter the situation, but he did have claws... And he was still learning. He would be a lion one day... And she would be there to enjoy every moment of it too.

"Vaughan..." She whispered, her voice suddenly serious for some odd reason.

"You... You know I love you. And I'll always be here for you. I'll never leave you." She promised him as her hands curled into his hair. "I'll never leave you Vaughan."

He grinned when she said that she would just take him. He nearly wanted it.

Kitten. He grinned, purred, then moaned when she whispered his name. Then she grew serious. He didn't want her to be serious, not right now. He wanted her to keep that desire in her voice.

He leaned up and wrapped his arms around her torso, nuzzling his face against her breast. "I'm not worried about you leaving me," he told her. He felt that twang of emotion from deep within stir It was that place that was dark where he pushed those unexplainable feelings of desire for death. He wasn't worried about loosing her, he was worried about her loosing him.

He nuzzled her chest and then took her nipple between his teeth and worked at shoving that feeling away before it began effecting a region of his body that would be a dead give away to his sudden distraction. He's a good liar...but there are certain body parts that can't lie.

He rubbed against her again, loosening his arms enough to fall back against the couch again. He pressed himself into her, inching his way up slowly until he was burried deep inside of her and he groaned with the effort of holding still within him.

"Bite me," he begged as he lay his head back on the sofa and stretched that skin and muscle tight for her as he had earlier.

The desire had never left, her body still rubbed against his eagerly as she straddled him. A loud moan left her lips as he teased her again without giving her what they wanted.

But she didn't have to wait too long.

Slow and wondrous, he pushed into her, making her body tense and shiver, making her whimper with sheer delight. "Yes...." She murmured as she clung to him slightly. Her hips moved over his as she straddled him, basically sitting on his lap. But she didn't care really. It was a new position, and it felt... It felt good really.

Her hands ran up his chest as he leaned against the back of the couch, twisting the rings ever so slightly. And her eyes flashed as he nearly begged for her to bite him.

She wasn't too hungry, but god... Just to taste his blood... even a little...

Her fangs were not gentle as they sank into the joint of his shoulder and neck. Her hips began to move hard over his as she bit in. She took from him sparingly, just enough to keep the taste in her mouth, but she bit hard. "Tell me if it hurts... Or if you want on top..." But even the voice in her head was breathless, distracted.

Yes she had muttered.

"Yes," he repeated. "Oh, yes." It was a deep, tense moan.

He liked her sitting in his lap. He could see more of her this way. He could push deeper up inside of her this way.

Vaughan's nipples hardened into little buds when she tugged and twisted his nipple rings and he arched his back. "Yes," he moaned again and his hands tightened on her hips.

When she broke his skin he whimpered and tried to tighten his throat more for her. She bit harder and began to grind against him hard. He cried out. He knew she'd already fed, she'd told him when she'd come, but he didn't want her to stop. "Please," he begged. It wasn't apparent whether he meant please take more or please don't stop. He wrapped his hands around her waist and began to lift her up and down on himself, thrusting his hips up in order to meet her in a rough, hard contact.

The thought occurred to him that the harder he thrust the harder he wanted to but what if he was hurting her? What if she didn't like this?

He faltered.

"Harder?" he asked her. Then tried again. "It doesn't hurt. Bite harder." He moaned, tried to catch his breath and started thrusting again, regaining his rhythm after faltering. "Does it hurt?" he asked her regarding his deep, hard thrusts.

Moaning into his skin as he caressed her body she continued to drink slowly from him. He didn't seem to have a problem with it, so she bit harder, even harder than she had.

But... But he took her by surprise as he began to move her up and down on him, thrusting hard into her. She pulled away with a gasp, her head falling back with a cry as he continued to thrust, her body moving with his.

"Vaughan..." She called in a throaty moan. "Oh yeah... God, don't stop." She nearly cried. Hurt? a little, but it felt better than anything she'd felt in a long time. And it was hitting a spot that made her gasp and cry out with pleasure at every thrust.

Her nails dug into his shoulders with her eagerness as he bounced her up and down on his lap.

"Harder..." She agreed. "Oh God Vaughan.... Harder." She moaned. This was the Vaughan that she wanted. Aggressive, in control and knowing just what to do. "Don't stop... Make me scream Vaughan." Her head fell back with a wild moan. She would have bit him again, she wanted too, but the motion of their bodies was too vigorous for that. So for a dose of pleasure-pain, he'd have to make due for now with her nails in his shoulders.

But she cried out with pleasure at every thrust, moaning his name on occasions, gasping and whimpering for him.

When she pulled back he felt a brief pang of annoyance but it subsided with her cry of pleasure and the tickling sensation that made him shiver when a trickle of blood ran from the wound and sent a trail down his chest, cutting a deep red line in his tanned skin.

Every time his name slipped from her lips he moaned and whined with the pleasure it caused him to know that she was crying out for him. Her nails dug in to his skin, ten biting little points that sent a message to his brain that sent the searing pain back down to his skin that seemed to send a message to that core of his body that makes a man a man and it begged for more just as she begged for more.

Vaughan rolled over, their bodies remaining connected, planting her on her back on the sofa and ground his hips against her while he found traction on the floor with his boots. He was forced to shuffle his feet around to kick away her clothes to find a place first but when he did he stilled. His teeth found her throat at the center and below the ear and he bit down, his teeth making their impressions in her skin. He pulled himself out of her with a painful slowness, the same inch by inch that he had entered moments ago until only the head of him was left. He rubbed it over the inside of her repeatedly as his hands slid up her body from her hips to her shoulders. He used her shoulders to thrust her down as he suddenly thrust up. The gesture was almost violent and would have been if his breath hadn't caught and then ended in a low grunt of . He angled himself to try and find that spot again from this position as he thrust himself into her harder.

The sweat had formed over his skin once again and his curls were falling in his face and sticking to it and her neck. He released his bite only to find a new place on her throat and chest to take hold of with his teeth. This was different. Last night had been so tender, so loving and his first. Tonight was nothing tender.

As he turned them onto the couch, Tatsumi wrapped her legs around his waist, panting softly as her brown eyes met his. It was just for a moment, because then he bit down at her throat, harder than before, nearly breaking flesh it felt like. It made her whimper with pleasure. But then she began to cry for another reason. He was pulling away. He was pulling out of her.

"No..." She whimpered, barely more than a whisper. "No, Vaughan don't!" She choked out beggingly. She tried to move closer to put him back in her, but he held her hips firmly. "Please Vaughan! Don't... Don't stop." She whimpered. "N-"

But her pleads were cut of by a sharp hard thrust. One that made her gasp and cry out in the same moment, making a strangled sound.

Her unneeded breath was coming in pants and gasps, and she cried out again as he thrust harder than before. "Yes.. That's it... Vaughan... Faster..." Yes, if he could start that faster, she'd be screaming his name before he knew it. Not just crying it out like now.

It was rough, almost violent... But it was what she needed, what they needed. Fierce, passionate. Both were loving, but they were different kinds of love.

He liked to hear her begging. It twisted in that place that made up the difference between the boy at home and the man at the club. He gasped. He nearly slowed again, just to make her beg for him again, but didn't have the will power to stop the hard, wet thrusting.

Faster, she said. He took his knees off of the edge of the couch and put all of his weight down on top of her and on his booted feet. To gain the position possible for 'faster' he was forced to release her skin from his teeth. He began to thrust into her faster and, with his once again new and higher angle, deeper.

He was moaning with every breath now, the sounds deep and low in his throat, rumbling through his chest, and what little fingernail there was left after he chewed them away was biting into her shoulders as he pulled her onto him with each thrust.

"Tatsumi..." The name was almost a whine. He couldn't take much more. It felt so good he wanted it to stop and to continue for forever. "Fuck!" He shouted, as though he couldn't get the right words for what this was. He bit down on her lower lip and sucked, then moved up to kiss her but found it too hard to maintain that fast, powerful motion so he stopped kissing her and pressed his face against her throat.

The cry that came from her as he switched angles was louder than the others and her fingers curled tight in his hair now.

His thrusts were powerful and steady, if she hadn't known better, she would have thought he'd been practicing, or had lied to her about never having sex before her. But he was simply a natural. He knew just what to do, just how to do it so long as he knew what she wanted.

Cries of pleasure were only interrupted by heavy pants, crimson tears of pleasure trickled down as her body moved with his. His name came from her lips in desperation again and again, begging him never to stop, never to let her go.

She returned the kiss eagerly as he sucked at her lip, and broke away with a cry of pleasure.

"Vaughan! Oh God Vaughan, don't stop! Not now... Not yet!" She begged with a desperate gasp. She could feel how he was trying to hold on, and she clung to him now, her face buried in his hair as she cried his name over and over.

He didn't lie to her. Even if he had wanted to he would have believed that as a vampire she would be able to tell if he was lying. His ease with the...art of sex came from talent I suppose but mostly from living, breathing, and growing up around sexual tension. His mother had been a librarian, his father, however, was a stripper. Vaughan used to spend hours in a strip club just doing his homework as he grew up. Later, when he became a stripper, he spent much of his time playing on sexual tension, watching others do the same, and even in many cases watching people have sex. How can you not be good in an environment like that?

The louder she cried the closer he got to that edge that would bring release. She begged him not yet but he knew that though he wanted nothing more then to obey her his body would make that decision for him.

Her tears might have caused him to stop and worry that he'd hurt her but he was too far gone at this point and he was no longer in control. He wasn't sure he could have stopped if he wanted to, if she wanted him to. Instead of worrying, Vaughan used the very delicate tip of his tongue to follow the trail of those bloody tears until he kissed her cheek bone. The salty taste of her blood, like liquid iron in his mouth, made him shudder and suddenly his confident, steady thrusts were wild, bucking, and uncontrollable. It was as if he wanted deeper but he'd come to the end of her. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain control or at least to hold on just a ...little...bit...longer.

"I can't," his breath was a hot whisper on her face. "Tatsumi I...God. It's close." His words were breathed through gritted teeth.

She could feel him losing control of her body, how his thrusts became more wild and frantic. But... God she loved it. She was trying to hold back her cries, somehow knowing that that would help him hold on, but she couldn't. She couldn't stop the pants, the screams of his name.

"No... Hold on... Just hold on Vaughan!" She begged. Tatsumi hadn't felt so good... Since she could remember. She needed this, needed it more than anything and... "Oh please don't stop." She whimpered. He had to hold on... He had to. This pleasure... It couldn't ever stop! It couldn't ever go away...

But she knew it would end... It had to.

So why not bring them both to that peak of pleasure together?

Yanking his head down by his hair, Tatsumi sank her fangs in hard, burying them in his neck deeply.

Her cry was muffled by his skin, but the taste of his blood at that moment made her body tremble and shake, making her cry out against his skin.

His eyes were squeezed closed to tightly he could see the little drifting purple dots and yellow lines behind his eyelids. He bit his lips to try again to gain control as she begged him not yet.

Then she bit him. The bite was like a breaking point, like pulling a string taught and then slitting it with a knife to watch it snap apart. The moment she bit him he didn't get one more thrust into her before he came. The orgasm took his body and thrashed it against her, burying himself deep into her and then rocking him until he shook and his body spasmed on top of her.

His moan was low and raspy and rattled through his neck and his eyes rolled back with the pleasure. "Don't stop," he begged, his words coming between breaths and shakes and clenched teeth. "Yes," he muttered, the spasm still rocking him like a violent wave. He'd been heap big man in total control up to this point but now his control was gone and if she didn't stop he might just ask her to keep drinking, keep that pleasure coursing through his body, and he might just keep asking until there was no more blood left.

Is it any wonder why some people had believed that vampires were another form of incubus or sucubus?

She held him, simply held him as she moaned and whimpered against him. She knew that the bite would break him, and her as well. They were both only hanging on by a thread, and so she had cut that thread to send them both tumbling into that abyss.

She drank for a few more moments before letting him go, but still held on to him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

"Vaughan..." She whispered softly, her fingers running through his hair lovingly. "That was absolutely fantastic... Just what I needed." Her voice was a purr as she lay there, holding him to her. "You're just what I needed."

Needed for what? Sex? Food? No... He was what she needed to live again.

"Can you stay here a while with me?" She asked as her fingers continued to run through his hair. "I don't want you to leave just yet..." Tatsumi's voice was barely above a whisper now as she pulled him closer.

When she released him from the hold she had on him, Vaughan withered a moment more and then fell still on top of her, sinking down against her and then down to his knees, his legs too weak to continue holding him up. His knees hit the thin carpet and his torso rested between her legs and up her stomach, his face lay against her breast and he smiled before taking her nipple between his teeth and giving it a quick flick with his tongue after she spoke.

He made a soft murmur in response and nuzzled against her.

"I," really should go back to work. But Vaughan changed the sentance after the barest of pauses. "don't think I could walk right now, let alone dance." His voice was still breathless and husky with lust.

Vaughan snaked his arms around her and squeezed her tight up against him before relaxing. "I love you." A bead of sweat rolled down his back and he shivered under it's tickle.

The flick at her nipple cause a shudder through her body, and she smiled. She'd never felt this alive before... Never felt this wonderful.

She gave a rough laugh as he spoke, smiling as she twisted a curl around her finger. "Good... That's what it should be like...That's what you should want."

But she was glad he was going to stay, even if he knew he shouldn't. Oh, there was no worries about him getting in trouble. Tatsumi would make sure that the club was properly compensated for his time off.

She smiled softly as Vaughan pulled her close, her small body against his. "I love you too Vaughan... I wouldn't trade you for anything... Wouldn't leave you for anything..." She could only hope that he would agree to the same. That he would want to spend the rest of eternity with her, would become like her to be with her forever. But she had promised him that she wouldn't push the subject, and she wouldn't.

"And don't worry about staying here... I think your boss will be more than willing to forget and forgive." She said with a grin.

"I couldn't trade you for anything." He smiled. "Not that I would. You're mine now and it'll stay that way." He nuzzled her again.

His back and shoulders were beginning to sting and he smiled. He liked the feeling and he liked the memory it invoked, despite those memories had only just come to pass. He wouldn't have traded those scratches for anything either.

He wondered, idly if it made him strange to have liked the bites, the scratches, and the pain that came with them. Was it weird to enjoy that sort of pain during that sort of pleasure? His fingers, which reached her sides even with his arms wrapped around her, traced small circles along her skin.

He lifted his head to look up at her curiously. Curiosity killed the cat? His contacts were still in and those slitted brown lion eyes stared up at her. "What? Vampire wiles?" he asked her teasingly and nudged her. "I don't think he cares. He'd've walked in on us and tossed me back out there if he did."

Biting her tongue slightly she kissed at the scratches, healing them without a scar. She'd loved them to stay, to have proof of her claim, but they would only cause unwanted interest.

Tatsumi laughed softly as he claimed that she'd use her vampiric powers to persuade the manager. "No darling.... Not at all." She mused. "Cash... It works even better sometimes. And then no one else asks questions." She said simply.

"Oh... But be sure to tell him... That next time, you need a tail... It would just pull everything together if you ask me." She smiled as she bit with fangless teeth at his neck, just a little nip. "But I love the whole cat thing..." She purred slightly. "My little sex kitten."

Sure it had just come to her in the head of passion, but god... Was he ever a little sex kitten. Quick to learn, playful, yet aggressive and demanding. "You wouldn't mind if I called you that would you? Well not in public of course." She decided to ask first, just in case he didn't care for it.

She kissed away the scratches and, because he couldn't see what she was doing this was the only way he knew the scratches were fading, felt the sting fading away. He frowned at her.

"What was that for?" He sounded as if she'd just punished him for something he hadn't done wrong. A hint of the boy he was at home was showing through, despite the cat eyes. He blinked the accusation out of his eyes and tried for laughing. "Now you'll have to put them back." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

When she said she was just going to pay off her boss he slumped a little. "Oh," he said. It wasn't as interesting. "Not that I'm trying to influence you to you know...play with people's mind. It's just...cool." Smile.

"You sex kitten?" he asked, then he nuzzled her breast and flicked his tongue against her nipple again and purred at her. "Who says I didn't start with a tail? You did get there half way through my dance you know." After all, he hadn't just walked out on stage in a tee shirt and thong.

"I don't mind," he told her and kissed the underside of her chin. With his legs back he crawled up onto the sofa beside her and pulled her against his side and wrapped his arms around her, bringing his boot sheathed legs up and crossed them Indian style, completely comfortable with his naked body.

"I won't have people thinking that you're a masochist darling... Or that I am a sadistic lover that is keeping you to her with sorcery." She said with a smile. "Even if that's the truth." She gave a little laugh.

"But I promise I'll put them back. Sometime later though. I'm afraid you've worn me out for the night..." She murmured with a smile.

She curled up against him as he finally joined her on the couch. "Who knows what you were wearing... I wouldn't put anything past you." Tatsumi chuckled gently. "But Now... I suppose that's a good thing."

With a sigh she positioned herself so she was sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest.

"Well... I guess we shouldn't push our luck too long..." She said with another sigh. "I'm surprised no one came in to check on you... Or heard us. More so the last actually." She grinned up at him then. "Well, either that or there were a bunch of them listening outside the door. Ah... Whatever though. They'll never doubt your prowess now will they." She grinned, raising an eyebrow up at him.

"That does make me a masochist doesn't it?" he asked. He frowned but he didn't deny the fact. "Are you sadistic?" he asked instead. He'd asked for the bites, he'd reveled in the scratches. Had she done it because she wanted to or had she done it because he enjoyed it? In one case she was a sadist, in the other she was pleasing her masochistic lover.

It said something about the ratio between his mind and his age that he knew there was a difference.

"Are you bewitching me?" he asked when she mentioned the sorcery. "Because if you are I have to tell you I really don't mind," he grinned and kissed behind her ear.

"You got it," he told her. "I'm positive Dave, aka Lionel, is standing outside that door and preventing anyone from interrupting you while you finally turn me from an, and I quote, uptight virgin piece of ass." He grinned.

"They never doubted my prowess, love. However, you did kind of ruin my image." He grinned. "Leo never gives in to sexual tension. In fact," he grinned, "until now they didn't know if I was gay or not and I wasn't telling. It heightened their interest in me. Now I'm..." his eyes found her breasts and then back up to her eyes, "well, obviously not gay."

"Yes, but that isn't a bad thing... To know what you enjoy, as you should already know, is a good thing. After all, If I know what you like, I could make you scream in pleasure all night long." Oh, and she would do it one night. That was as certain as the night turning into day.

"But no... I'm not bewitching you..." She said was she lifted a hand to caress his neck.

"I promised you that I would never use my powers against you didn't I?" She said with a smile. "I would never want you to be with me against your will. Never darling."

Tatsumi laughed though as he said that she'd ruined his image. "I'm sorry darling... I couldn't help myself. Had you not brought me back here, I would have jumped you on the stage. I... I was unprepared for what I would find here... Honestly. I'll be able to control myself next time though. But most of your customers still won't know. And I'm sure your co-workers will keep your horrible little secret." She teased, kissing him softly.

"Just remember... You are my piece of as, no matter how uptight and virginal you might be." She growled possessively. "Well unless you don't want to be anymore of course."