Blood Lust

Chapter 35

The club was still reeking of the same stench of liquor, sweat, and semen---an awful combination. The people inside were still just as dazed as ever, committing indecent acts and consuming drug-filled beverages. The music blared in their ears, making the experience even more dreadful.

Immediately when they stepped inside, the same woman presented them with a tray of drinks. "Have a drink," she smiled. It seemed like she had no recollection of the two men from the last time they were here. They could only assume she was under some sort of drug, too.

Madara reached for a drink, but Tobirama's hand grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Tobirama sternly questioned.

"Just trust me," Madara muttered as he continued to take a drink for himself and Tobirama.

They stepped further inside, hiding amongst the crowd of drugged people with their drink firmly in their hand. Slipping into a corner of the room that held very little light and visibility, Madara poured the substance onto the already-sticky floor beside their feet. Tobirama followed his lead and did the same.

"So now what?" Tobirama asked as he uncomfortably looked around at their surroundings.

"We need to start looking around for any clues," Madara explained. "I'll go find that guy from upstairs and ask him a few questions, too."

Madara only managed to take a few steps before Tobirama pulled him back. It was obvious something struck a cord within him. He was more visibly anxious than before, and his eyes were fixated on something around them.

"Do you notice something odd?" Tobirama questioned, hunkering down a bit to be more discrete.

Madara scanned his eyes around, searching for anything more out of the ordinary than what he was already seeing. He studied every face, every move, every inch of the room---nothing seemed too unusual.

"C'mon, you don't notice the ginger freaks standing around the room?" Tobirama pointed out, keeping his head low. "They're watching us."

Madara took another look around the room. One...two...three, four...five...and six---these individuals all looked strikingly similar to each other. Each one was decked out in piercings and dark clothing. Expressionless faces stared directly at the two men from various locations in the room. It was making them uneasy to be the target of their disturbing gaze.

"Maybe they decided to get some security since our last visit?" Madara nervously suggested. "We are probably drawing attention to ourselves since we aren't acting like drunken sex fiends."

"Should we leave?" Tobirama wondered, shifting anxiously on his feet.

"No, we still need to find who we are looking for," Madara insisted. He took one last look around before he grabbed Tobirama's face with both hands. "Do you trust me?"

Tobirama raised an eyebrow and looked suspiciously at Madara, "Not particulary---"

He was silenced by Madara's lips crashing into his. For a second, he was frozen in shock. His brain couldn't quite process what the hell Madara was doing at a time like this. But it was when Madara's tongue swiped at his bottom lip, he allowed himself to follow Madara's lead. Their kiss deepened quickly, and they sank into each other seamlessly. Tobirama wrapped his arms around Madara, pulling him close as possible out of instinct. It almost seemed like they had forgotten everything around them in that short moment.

Madara parted away from Tobirama's lips and began planting kisses along his jaw and neck. The feeling of the short, sloppy kisses made him feel like his knees could buckle at any moment. Tobirama could feel Madara's warm breath against his neck as he spoke in a hushed tone. "Keep your eyes open and stay alert. If it's just security, they shouldn't notice us."