/Pat Bateman X Lu Carruthers (collection?)

oneshot/unfinished 😼

//Hey all!! This chapter is inspired by the sexy ass song gallowdance(and yea. I listen to nightcore). expect smut cursing and overall tomfoolery in this book in general. also written in batemans pov, i plan on experimenting with luis's pov in the future though!!//

How mind numbingly simple this party is. It's the same as every other party I've seen, and went too, and yet I am to be the only person to notice this. My peers around me are swept up in the music, drinks and drugs. And normally, I would too. I would be indulging in everything that made me fit in. Getting fucked up in the bathroom. Taking home a random bitch, and fucking her. Only to wake up and have no recollection. But no girl has really been doing it for me, there's always a limit. A barrier to be left unbroken. And it drives me up a wall. I'm sick and tired of the same shit every time. It's boring. I'm bored.

I can see and feel people everywhere. All around me. Bumping into me, brushing past me, breathing on me. It makes my head pound, and I clench my fist that isn't holding a drink. I only came to see if Jean would be here. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fucking kill her. I wanted to drive my fingers into her eyes. I wanted to rip her apart and eat her in the most grotesque ways possible, I wanted to smear her blood all over my hot body. My eyes scan the room once again. There are lots of blond girls. There are plenty of them in manhattan, big asses, big tits, though none of them are who I'm looking to prey on tonight. 

In fact, the last person I expect to see is here. Luis Carruthers. Dressed in a suit, and stupid bowtie. It suits him well though. The suit is tailored to hang a bit looser on him. Probably hiding a smaller, frailer frame. A breakable one, at that. And I have to take a breath to relax my thoughts, and possible erection. He looks up from his drink. He's alone too. Of course he's alone. He's like an abandoned, and abused, puppy. Everything about him screams devour me, Mr.Bateman. Soon his gaze meets mine, and he's blushing, though he doesn't look away from me, like he normally does. Like he should have done. Because after a few seconds of staring at each other, Luis's gaze looks undeniably needy for me, and in a matter of moments, I am striding over to him. 

My steps confident. Powerful. Quick, yet graceful. My dress shoes click on the floor.

And once I make it over to him, I beat him to being the first to talk. "Luis..." I start, now closer to him, I can see just how much I affect him. His eyes dart around for a second, and he shifts his weight onto one of his feet. He's a mess, all at the action of me going up to him exclusively at a bar. And even though me and Luis are booth men, this is stroking my ego more than any empty comment from Evelyn, or any begging from Courtney. As much as I think I like women, there's something about Luis that draws me into him, rather than Courtney. While I used too see her, things have successfully ended between us, in wake of her boyfriend.

Not that I planned on seeing a man, and at this current point in time, I'm still not. Though I wouldn't hate experimenting with, on. Sex is sex. A sport, a hobby to me. Something I do to really feel something. Though I never thought of actually doing it with a man, let alone the puppy dog of a man that had imprinted on me. And, I have never once done it out of Love, or Care of another person. Because I simply don't feel those things, I hope I never do either. Though, love, would be the only reason Luis would sleep with me. My eyes are drawn back to Carruthers face. He looks, almost desirable to me. But I don't know if thats because he would be a substitute for Courtney. 

Or I really am a psychopath.

"If you're looking for Price and those guys," Luis finally speaks, and I am snapped out of my abrupt thoughts of tearing into Luis and making him one with me. His tone seems slightly dejected at talking about our coworkers. "They're probably by the bar. I think thats where I saw McDermott and Van Patten, at least" He continues. Though I shake my head, and Luis gains an even more flustered expression upon realizing I am only here for him. "No, no.. I'm not after them. Not tonight." I tell him, swirling my drink around in its glass. "So, your alone too, Pat?"

I nod, stepping in closer to Carruthers. I am not worried of anyone seeing, the party is too loud and flashy to notice my advances explicitly. Luis swallows as I get closer, and shys away. Pressing himself against the wall, though if anything he's begging to be pinned. But I don't plan on advancing that quickly. "Your alone, as well, I take it?" I say, though I already know his answer, I can't lose his interest. He may be my only entertainment tonight. Luis nodded, "Yeah. I suppose I usually am though." He attempts to joke, but it comes off as rather pathetic. Carruthers even throws in an awkward laugh, though I can't even force myself to laugh, and I take a drink of my alcohol.

Luis glances away once again. "Why don't we go sit down?" I offer, this exchange feel slightly stagnate. And I am determined to get something from Luis by the end of the night. Though I am not sure what yet, I am sure I will be getting something. "Of course.." Luis hums, instead backed against the wall, he is at my side. I move my arm around his shoulders, and feeling him relax into me send mixed feelings. I am sort of proud of how tight of a hold I have on him. And then again, this is something I would have done with, Jean, Evelyn, Courtney. Not a gay man. And yet, here I am. Once I have Carruthers pulled into me, which is slightly difficult as he is a bit taller though I managed. It wasn't hard for too long anyway. He basically melted into me.

"So.. How's Courtney?" I ask. It's easier to speak to one another without shouting. Luis sighed at the question, and I can basically sense what's coming next. "We broke off the engagement." Luis started, and I listened. "She wasn't happy... But I wasn't either." He went on to explain. Though I didn't look at him. In stead my eyes locked onto the bar. Around the bend, and towards the end of it, there was a partially hidden side. I could sit Luis next to me, and hide him. Just in case Tim, David, Paul, Craig, or any other people who knew me, wouldn't bother coming over to make homophobic comments.

I let out a small laugh, and I can feel Carruthers glance at me as I do. Confused I assume. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. But it wasn't hard to tell you were unhappy." I tell him, rubbing his shoulder before abruptly pulling my hand back. It made my stomach twist in a strange way, and I wanted the feeling to stop as soon as it started. It didn't feel like disgust, or resentment. It didn't make me see red, and want to attack Luis. Splatter his blood everywhere. Make a scene. Grab everyone's attention. If anything, I wanted the opposite. I did want to hide him away, have him for my eyes only.

//hrrrrmmmmmmmm ummmmm... kinda ran out of inspo heehee. I may update maybe :P//