Hunger

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Aero sits on his bar stool, slowly nursing his drink. One hand fussing with his hair, messing with the strands. The other grasping his drink by the rim, barely an inch above the bar. The scotch isn't doing much for him. Only a slight fuzz to his senses.
It was enough that the music stopped hurting, the sound of voices struggling to be heard pleasant rather than an annoyance. The chair turns, facing away from the bar as his hand falls from his hair. The room is dim, a deep purple light shining on everyone, muddling the colors. Music thrummed in his chest, the beat matching his pulse.
Aero doesn't understand what is so pleasant about the experience. Frankly the DJ wasn't doing a very good job.

    He stands from his stool, gulping down the last of his drink, reveling in the hot trail it left down his throat. It burns in his stomach. Warming his cold body. The world outside had grown grey. Winter is fast approaching and already people were piling on clothes. But in here, they danced, the heat radiating off their bodies. The entire bar is alive. Aero sets the glass down onto the polished wood counter. The bartender sighs, taking his glass and adding it to his tab. He walks out into the mass of people, long hair flowing around his face. Skillfully he slips between the gyrating bodies. Swaying his hips to the beat he begins to dance along.
    The feeling is intoxicating. Wildly he moves, shifting from one partner to the next, hands reaching. He feels them on his body, a few people lacing their fingers into his hair. Everything pulsed, the beat thrumming in his chest like a second heart now. He is lost in it.

    Suddenly he is stopped, a firm pair of hands gripping his hips and pulling him closer. His muscles quiver at the man's chill hands. Looking up he is met with a pair of pale eyes. So light they almost glowed. The man drenched in the purple light looked beautiful.
He grins wolfishly at Aero pulling him even closer, moving their hips to the beat. He finds his hands trailing up the taller man's chest, grasping around his neck. Aero smiles back, possessively moving forward, pressing their bodies together. The taller man smirks, dark hair falling in front of his eyes as he bends his head down. Making it level with Aero's own. He thinks he sees the man's eyes flash, hands pressing him closer.
    The two don't notice the stares. Aero's doesn't notice anything. It is as if nothing existed outside of this mysterious man. His skin was so cold, making Aero want to warm him.

    Aero moves on again but he could feel eyes on him, and every few dances he would end up right back in the tanned mans arms. His eyes so pale they glowed, dark hair curled and untamed. They dance around each other, Aero's hair becoming wild with all the turns. Round and round they circle like moths around a flame. Knowing the danger is there but unable to part despite themselves. Aero dances against him, reaching his hands behind his head to latch onto the man. Hands wandering, he pulled his face down, whispering.
    "What's your name Bright Eyes." In response the man's hands curled around to Aero's front, pressing against his stomach.
    "The name's Sinda." His voice is velvety and hoarse, growling into his ear making Aero shiver. Pulling him closer the man presses up against his back. Sliding his hands back so they rested in Aero's hips.

    The cold air swirls around the two as Sinda drags Aero along, every once in awhile looking back and scanning him. They end up in front of a small house, Sinda pulling out the keys and letting them inside.
    Aero gasps as Sinda lead him, twisting him around and pressing him to the hall wall as the door shut. His breath catches in his throat as the man pushes forward, grabbing the sides of his face with a rough gentleness. Pulling the two together.
Hands cradling his face Sinda leaned forward, pressing his mouth Aero's. He kisses him roughly, hungrily. As if he were trying to imprint himself on Aero's lips. Hands wandering, the two embrace, Sinda's hands gripping Aero's waist, tightening as he tugs at his hair. This bright eyed man had Aero cornered, caged in with his body, tied up with his lips.
Every time the man touches him Aero shivers, every time he surprised by the chill of his hands. Goosebumps raised as Sinda's fingers trailed down his sides, to the backs of his thighs, hoisting him up.
Aero is unaware of their movement. Distracted by the slight scratchiness of Sinda's lips as if he had been chewing them. The scrape of stubble against his chin. Something swells in his chest, something old and less human. It made him quiver, body shaking in the man's grasp. His hands press against his tanned cheeks, splitting his lips and begging to be let in. Sinda opens his mouth obediently, welcoming Aero with a certain vigor.

He is spun around, front pressed into the wall. The breath is knocked out of Aero and he gasped. Sinda grips the side of his neck. Making him immobile. His heart rate quickens, eyes widening as the other corners him. Unable to move he is helpless as Sinda's lips trail down his neck, settling on his pulse.
His cold breath fans his neck. Something sharp grazes his skin and Aero sucks in a breath. He feels Sinda's hand trail up the side of his face, fingers slipping between his lips. They silence his cry when Sinda bites into him. Teeth piercing flesh.
The muffled sound makes Sinda grin. Blood flowing into his mouth as he milka this man of his life. It is a pity really. Aero had looked so sweet.

Sinda bleeds him dry.