Whisper lies in my ear [cw]

It was late in to the night and people were pouring in and out of clubs. Everyone from students to the regular cast of the bars were roaming the streets. The night was warm, summer embracing everyone as they moved around. Pheromones, sweat and sweet perfume mixing together with a cacophony of sounds and songs. Jasper was standing outside one of the bars, smoking a cigarette as his eyes looked wearily around. He had been high off his mind for a few hours now, and truth be told he wanted the next high. On the other hand, he felt more of a need for a warm body. Someone to tell him sweet nothings in his ear, just to pretend for the night that those words would bear any meaning in the morning.
His eyes wandered around, rubbing his eye a little and smudging his eyeliner further, before his eyes fell on a pair of crystal blue eyes. Looming in the night were many creatures, but Jasper had never had a sane way of feeling fear. Sure he could be a coward, but he much rather risk everything to just feel important to someone. While he knew he could look appealing - very druggie chic - he also knew that it could be off-putting to others. Instead he just kept his eyes on the vampyre for a while, watching him move in the darkness.

The daemon chuckled as he saw the vampyre move closer having caught his eyes moments ago. Perhaps this was Jasper's way of signaling how far he was willing to go. A vampyre was strong, but a daemon had other strengths, one of them being their cunning. However he was not as weary as he should've been. The ice blue eyes came closer and as the vampyre spoke, a grin appeared on the daemon's face. "Sorry, I wasn't good at listening to my parents growing up," he joked, but anyone knowing his past would know how true that statement was. He liked how the vampyre seemed to keep things light, mostly because he had met so many that took themselves way too serious.
"So, are you going to buy me a drink somewhere or ..?" he asked with a slight cocky smile spreading on his lips. "Or are you more in the mood for a drink yourself?" he asked, flashing his pale neck. The drugs in his system was gone at this point, but the faintness of alcohol lingered in him. He looked at the vampyre in the dark, his dark eyes bearing a hint of sadness - a story he would rather leave left unspoken. "I'm Jasper," he introduced himself with a sincerity to his tone. Of course he could've just made up some random name, but he was not smart enough to remember it for later. Besides it would only feel real if the vampyre knew his name.

Jasper followed the vampyre blindly, and maybe that wasn't the optimal way to go. The tall guy introduced himself, and the daemon frowned a bit at the name. "Phoenix? Like the bird?" he asked, wondering if it was some cover name - It didn't sound like something a mother would name her child at least. Getting in to the expensive club, he looked around for a while. Some where dancing, there were loads of people out of the dance floor as the DJ mixed up something that sounded like generic trap music.
As the got to the bar, Jasper leaned his one side against the disk, looking at Phoenix in the reflects from the strobe lights cast from the dance floor. He was tall, mysterious and there was something about neck tattoos that made the daemon weak to his knees. Maybe that or the fact that he didn't feel the high anymore. Coming down from a high could go two ways for him; Either he wanted more to keep his high up, or he would crash and burn. "So, Phoenix, what makes you know your way in to clubs like these?" he asked, eyeing the bartender that quickly attended to them. "I'll have a gin tonic," he just said. Mostly because all alcohol tasted the same to him.

Jasper nodded, taking the gin tonic as the bartender served it, sighing as he finally felt a little relieved. The next question coming from the vampyre made him chuckle lightly, his lips curling up in to a charming smile, yet it never reached his eyes. "I guess it's a good mixture of childhood trauma and substance abuse," he said, lifting his glass as if to toast to it, but he seemed to retreat, just taking another sip. "But ... But I've always been the runt of the litter, so to speak," he chuckled, smiling the ice cubes in the glass. His brother was practically a giant compared to him, and perhaps twice the size. And then there was his two younger sisters, both rather tiny in height, but scarily strong in their own right. Jasper? Well he liked to think he hadn't really gotten any good genes from his parents - if he could even call them parents.
Growing up in the Aelius household consisted of constant training and tutoring. His parents were merely gene donors, him and his siblings raised by members of the temple. "And just so you know it - It's not desperation, but rather an alluring aura I have," he teased, moving his elbow over to jab the vampyre a bit in the side. Closing his eyes he listened to the music, smiling as he placed the drink on the desk. Frankly he wasn't afraid of someone spicing his drink, as he just saw it as a plus side to drinking in public places like these. "I love this song," he said, grabbing the vampyre by the arm and forcing him with him out on the dance floor where he quickly got to dancing and moving to the beat. He wasn't afraid to dance close to other men, and he surely wasn't afraid to dance close to strangers either.

Jasper couldn't help but chuckle at the vampyre's snicker, twirling and being pulled close, tilting his head slightly to look up at the crystal blue eyes. The kiss itself came as a bit of a surprise, the cold lips brushing over his warm in a brief yet rather sensual dance. Their lips broke apart, and Jasper was left with his mouth slightly open as he looked at Phoenix. However he seemed to quickly snap out of it, dancing along with the man as if they were the only two people left in the room.
The music switched, and Jasper had a small glint in his eyes as he looked at the vampyre. "C'mon," he mumbled, pulling the guy with him out to a smaller walkway that lead between the main party room and the toilets. He backed against the wall, his front against Phoenix'. He snaked his arms up and around the shoulders of the vampyre, pulling his face down to connect his lips to his own. Sighing he just moved his lips against the cold ones, ignoring the world around them.

Jasper liked this a little too much. It was risky and dangerous in all the right ways, and the way the vampyre pulled him closer just made him moan into his mouth. The daemon wasn't shy, for the abyssus sake, he was an embarrassment for the family no matter how you twisted and turned it. So why not keep disappointing with public displays of affection? The way his head was pulled back made a small growl appear in the back of his throat that soon turned softer as he cupped his behind. Being squeezed and dominated was a huge turn on for him, so he protested none at all. Safe to say he felt infatuated and allured by Phoenix, feeling his muscles tense with excitement.
He separated their lips, breathing heavily as he carefully opened his eyes. "Should we get a room?" he asked in a low voice. Frankly he didn't care where they chose to continue their encounter, but the vampyre clearly had money. Jasper wasn't poor, but he wasn't wise about finances, often spending it on the wrong things - at least if you asked his siblings. Another thing was the fact that despite how desperate he was, he did still have some form of value for himself, some self-respect, not that he would ever admit it. "There's a lot of love-motels around here," he murmured, moving closer, making his nose touch the cold skin. He smelled good, not just because he was a vampyre, there was something alluring to his cologne. "But I'm not picky," he added.

Jasper smiled and shortly after he was being pulled through the streets. People around them barely seemed to notice them, but Phoenix clearly had a specific goal in mind. The daemon looked briefly up at the hotel, seeing the stars gleam on the roof, but he rarely had any time to spare as the vampyre kept pulling him. Once inside the room, he couldn't help but chuckle at the words being spoken to him. Did he really think he was pretty? It was clear from the get-go that Jasper was a guy that liked affirmations.
It didn't take him long to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside on the floor as he reached his hands down to unzip his bottoms. He slid them off with relative ease, sitting naked on the bed as he watched the vampyre inspect him. However he was getting impatient, slipping down on the floor in front of the vampyre as he started to unzip his pants. "Tell me again how pretty I am," he mumbled, licking his lips involuntarily as he saw the bulge awaiting him. If Phoenix did in fact praise him, he would remove the underwear and slip the tip of the firm yet cold member between his lips.