Nightshade

Nathan - The Full moon

It was another night in the city. Crawling with life, twisted and beautiful, humans mingling with other seamlessly, unknowingly. The night was cold, as autumn began to fade to winter, but it didn't bother the green haired male as he walked with the attractive young man beside him. He laughed a bit, his companion for the night hadn't said anything particularly funny, but he couldn't help himself. There was always something funny for him. Nathan was his name, and the other looked over at him expectantly, as though he'd said it. Nathan grinned "sorry love, I may have zoned a bit" What was this ones name? It was so hard to keep track... ah, Bruce. The name didn't fit him, at least in Nathan's opinion. But it's not like he had much room to judge anyone. Bruce replied "I said, it's cold as hells out here, your house much further?" Nathan chuckled "no, not at all. Here we are, as a matter of fact." He ran an appraising eye over his 'date' and opened the gate to his apartment. He didn't need a key, as the lock had been cracked open by some addict trying to get back into his exes apartment or the like. He gestured in mock elegance, his breath fogging lightly in front of him "After you, signore" Bruce laughed and slid past him, palming Nathan's groin as he passed teasingly. "What a gentleman" he waited for Nathan, who led him to a dingy apartment, and let him in with a smile. It was funny, Nathan thought. People probably thought his smile was fake, in those last moments, but they couldn't be more wrong. There was always so much to smile about! They entered his apartment, a dingy studio filled with old McDonald's wrappers and smelling like wet dog. Bruce didn't seem to care, which was a bonus. It was pretty weird how much people will overlook in a quest for a climax. He laughed a bit and shut the door, locking it. Tonight would be oh so fun~

Later, after he had his fun with Bruce, he sat, humming, as he licked the blood from the claws sprouting from his fingers, and he took a bite of a leftover chunk of what used to be a very kinky young man, and he laughed quietly to himself as he fantasized about it. The night was over too soon... though, maybe he could risk a second in one night. What could stop him?