(M) Dinner Dates (Car' mael & Fang)

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Disclaimer--Rating: M, for scenes of blood and gore, suggestions of blood and gore, sexuality and sexual innuendo, pre-fade-to-black sexual suggestion, nudity, suggestions of nudity, sex, suggestions of sex, violence, suggestions of violence, torture, suggestions of torture, pain, language, suggestions of language, foreign language, and all that stuff you youngin's best avoid.

Tar pulled his leather jacket closer to his tiny frame. He had once been beautiful Tar had been the golden boy in high school, football player class president. He got good grades and could make his peers do anything he asked and in that respect he was spoiled.
When Tar went home however it was different. He was often beaten by moms boyfriends a few had even raped him when he was younger. Mommy dearest had introduced her son to heroin and kicked him out when he was 14 for being gay. Somewhere on the streets the once golden boy had hit his head, hard and forgotten all the beautiful things that he had once thought. He was dark now, and tormented.

He had no way to make a living and no place to live. No one would step up and help the once pretty boy and so the only solution was to make money the easy way, in his sleep.

Tar had been a prostitute for years, he had just done small stuff to get by and had always used protection. When he turned 18 he was employed at a fetish club as an erotic dancer. Some people enjoyed that he still looked like that hot strait high school boy that every gay man wanted to date but had never had the balls to try. These clients took their anger out on Tar’s body and slowly he grew to love the pain.

It was at that club that he had met Fabrone, a cocky well off drug dealer looking for a few new bodies to infect and pimp out. Fabrone started off sweet toying with Tar’s dark hair and gently caressing his golden skin. But that skin eventually was bruised again. Fabrone had Tar hooked on crystal meth, a cheap deadly little drug. Tar sold his body for Fabrone to satisfy his addiction His brown eyes looked up the Philadelphia streets, no longer seeing anything beautiful in the world, and offering none in return. Tar curled up in a large cardboard box he had been fortunate enough to find. He lay amongst the trash and filth that had become him and claimed his once promising life. Despite all this hell Tar still told himself he was beautiful and one day he would be worth more than some meth-head whore. Maybe one day someone would walk by his box, offer a kind work and a hand out of hell. Someone might care enough to save him someday, no matter how insane that dream was.

The only problem with Tar’s dream was that he was running out of time. His own body was killing him. Tar was infected with aids, and slowly dying from it. Fabrone knew his boys made more if they barebacked and so he swore up and down everyone on the bed was clean. The monster knew Tar was infected, now it was just a matter of wringing every last dollar out of his corpse.

[Car'mael]

Arpad turned up the music and neatly slid his Jaguar around a corner, gliding through the late night traffic with the ease of a fish swimming downstream. Between being able to Trance cops (they didn't wear sunshades at night, though he sometimes did) and his lightening reflexes, the vampire had no problems navigating the city at its worst. He was headed deeper downtown, to the darker depths of the city.

Tonight was a night to hunt.

Usually Arpad chose people who wanted to be paid. He gave a great experience with a few kisses and a nip, and in return they gave their blood. If they were utterly pitiable, at times he drank to enough depth to stall the heart and kill, a mercy-killing. Other times he drank and let them think he gave them the night of their lives, sometimes having to resort to Trancing to enforce that memory. Most were very willing to believe it as it was, a highlight in their dismal lives, a good meal with incredible sex after (or at least the ecstasy of such). One rule of thumb was his only demand--no drugs, and not drunk. It spared himself of the side effects of those indulgences, passed on by their blood.

Arpad had done this for centuries, trolling the bottom of society for his meals. Every so often he sought human blood to maintain his own health. Human friends could only supply so much safely and he felt bad for weakening them by doing so--chronic anemia was not good for their health. Such were also too few and far between to spread such needs safely. And animal blood only suited for so long. And for now, a new identity in the process of being settled, he was trying to avoid a paper trail, so ordering blood packs for a "health condition" was too risky. In a few years he could get a doctor to sign off on such a condition and need, but for now "Arpad Csepes", a "distant cousin" was technically a healthy and hale 20-year-old still inheriting the "Old Sarkani's" investments. Too many issues too soon only made more people start looking deeper and delay things. He was staying at a hotel in the pretense of having come solely to finalize his inheritance. That meant using hidden cash stores for the hotel, gas, car maintenance, cell phone, dinner and dates, and miscellaneous needs that arose. It was ll planned ahead, however.

All it left was for him to pick up the occasional human dinner date.

A minor inconvenience, only to last a few years. The darker side of town would satisfy him for now, and few would even note the changes (or dead) he left behind. None would remember him. Any who did usually knew that to talk in this part of town was a suicidal act.

Slowing his sportscar to a crawl, he started trolling along a quiet road, keeping an eye out for potential carjackers. They tended to leave bloodstains on the leather, though as dining companions they were free, unlike the hookers...

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Tar heard foot steps and he shivered the sounds only making the withdrawal worse. Still footsteps this late at night might mean one of two things. A cop who might arrest him or a person looking for a warm hole. If he was really lucky maybe it would be another low life willing to share drugs in exchange for sex.

“Hey” He called out of the box. His body was weak and he tried to crawl out of the box calling to the one making the loud noises. “You looking for something sweetheart?” He asked holding his ribs. Tar wasn’t heavy enough to call it a side. “You look too rich to be walking the streets.” Tar sighed realizing this must mean the guy was lost or looking for a whore and he really didn’t feel like being used right now.

“What sort of thing are you into? I can do a blow job for 25 anything you want for an hour for 50. Hand jobs only 10 but I’m kinda shaky right now.” He held out his hand showing how much he quivered from the cold and the pain of having his body crave poison. God he needed something right now. “see?” He laughed leaning against his box.

[Car'mael]

Having parked in the shadows of a deserted street, Arpad locked his car and tucked the keys into his pocket. In the time it would take anyone to find the vehicle and get past his fancy security system and the clearly marked GPS tracking system, he'd be on the culprit and the man would be dessert. And his wrath, well, to put it mildly any previous bursts of anger had been so vicious and unforgiving that the police had listed it as gang or mafia warfare. Word on the street was that someone powerful had a bling car, and best not touch it if you saw it if you wanted to keep your hand... or your head. So most people left it alone.

Walking along the alleys, the vampire bypassed one hooker and a transvestite. The first was already drunk and smelling of an alcohol binge, and the other was shooting up even as he passed. A thin hand reaching from a box and a weak-sounding voice caught his attention, and he sniffed, pausing to eye the owner. A thin guy, but he smelled... no alcohol, no drugs at the moment. He didn't look very well, though he could he rather boyishly handsome if he cleaned up and filled out some. Still, he might be the least contaminated of the lot available right now. Silently, Arpad cursed having had to deal with the lawyer before coming here. He was late, and his options tonight were limited.

Looking the "kid" up and down, the vampire arched an elegant eyebrow at him. The kid's hands were shaking. Likely he was addicted, too. Virtually everyone here was. Arpad frowned slightly. The kid was useless to him in this shape. He needed at least a little food or something or Arpad wouldn't be able to get anything to eat.

"How about a free meal and a roll on something softer than concrete and garbage? I'll even throw in the room as yours the rest of the night, paid in full--without my company." There was NO way he'd take anyone from here directly home, and he certainly wasn't going to sleep next to them after. Arpad wasn't so careless about his heritage as a vampire that he'd let it slip that easily. "A couple simple rules--no drugs, no alcohol, no stealing, no nagging. Otherwise, I'm negotiable on what we're doing between the sheets or on top of them."

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Tar looked at the guy a hundred questions burning inside of him. Honestly he really needed the cash so that he could get some crystal. Still, he was cold and tired and hungry. It seemed like this guy wasn’t overly interested in sex. Usually the men didn’t mind if he was a little messed up. In fact some of them encouraged it. “I… You don’t want sex or am I miss understanding you?” Tar couldn’t help the innocent, almost child like hope that crept into his eyes and voice. He knew this meant that the guy was probably into some kind of freaky shit. “I mean you don’t want to kill me or something else?” He asked Tar’s legs shook beneath him, he needed a life line bad.

His empty eyes searched for somewhere he could belong. Without giving it much thought or hearing an answer for that matter due to the ringing in his ears Tar agreed. “Alright, you might have to carry me to your car.” He sighed feeling cold and shaky “I don’t think I can walk.”

[Car'mael]

Arpad felt a pang of pity for this mere... boy. What the hell was he doing out here? He should be in school and worrying over his grades, crying about a lost date, trying to buy his first car. Why was he this thin, half-dead thing, begging for drugs and some hint of safety from the pain of withdrawal? Reaching down with one powerful hand, he wrapped it around Tar's waist and hugged the boy to his side companionably, easily holding him up but allowing his feet to make some parody of walking.

"I want something more than sex, yes," he agreed quietly, true accent emerging as he slipped back to his formal and archaic phrasing. "But I do not thrive on the pain of others. If death is what you wish, however, I will oblige in the name of mercy. I offer you the night of your life, sex such that I have been told is beyond blissful, yet all if a mild request is indulged. You need not decide now. Let us get you fed and watered, and you can negotiate with me with a clearer head. All of this is still open to negotiation, right down to the wire, and I have nothing but time."

He helped Tar over to his car, and with a flick of his other hand, pressed a button to pop open the passenger door. Setting the young man on the seat, he came around and slid into the driver's seat. In a mere moment, they were driving for a cheap but clean hotel (not a motel, but something with a bit more class), the car racing along with the agility of the hunting cat it was named for.

"Names is always a good place to start, even if they are not true ones. I go by 'Arren' at times, but I could use something to call you by. And what kind of food would you like?" He paused between shifting to flick on the Bluetooth system and murmured to it, "Restaurants, with delivery...", his eyes flicking to Tar expectantly.

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Tar’s eyes were closed, just enjoying the comfort of somewhat compassionate human contact. The strange man felt like a rock holding him up, but still allowing him his feet. That small gesture of helping, not controlling made him trust the man. He felt his boney body being slid into a car.

He closed his eyes and listened to the man talk, asking for a name and where he would like food from. An impish smirk covering his face at the mention of the best sex of his life. “Any food that keeps would be good. Rice, fast food, something that doesn’t need to be refrigerated.”

For some reason the strange customer made Tar feel like talking. “I’m called Tar and to be honest I don’t recall my name. I don’t remember the before… self preservation I guess. I know I’m in bad shape right now, my master should have come a couple days ago to give me a fix. Still, I’m pretty young I think and I’d rather live. As for the best sex of my life… I’m a whore, that is quite a lot of competition.”

Tar laughed and then winced “I really am a whore… to enjoy sex after.” Tar swallowed down the bitterness fighting back self loathing tears. “Best sex in my life… I don’t really need sex Arren, if you want it then I’m yours to use. I don’t get a say in the matter and if I protest then its very unlikely it matters.”

Tar pulled his knees to his chest holding himself in a soothing manner. He didn’t own the rights to his body, the only things he owned was his treasures, the things he kept hidden. “So what is this… mild request. Clearly it isn’t kink since you said we could negotiate sex. It isn’t killing me since you claim to give me a choice in that too. I can’t think of any other reason you would want someone like me.”

[Car'mael]

"Chinese it is, then," Arpad announced. He quickly commanded the computer to find a good Chinese restaurant to deliver a fair amount of beef fried rice and other tasty items to the room he'd reserved at the hotel. He himself was partial to egg drop soup and Thai milk tea, for all it didn't nourish him at all.

Then he returned his attention to his companion of the evening. "If you so wish to live, I suggest skipping your next 'fix' and any subsequent ones. You are, from the looks of it, halfway through the withdrawal already. It is hardly going to improve your life to continue that trend." Arpad paused, watching the road a bit. "I pay well for what I ask for, enough that if you so choose you can leave your current life and start new somewhere. On the other hand, I can set you up for a time if you want to continue this transaction. Mind you, it cannot continue for long, or it will kill you."

The vampire glanced over at the boy, noting his curled posture. So, he didn't feel safe, nor in control or possession of much of anything in his life. Well, perhaps this would be the opportunity for the mouse to find a different den, one away from cats.

"No, this is not 'kink', as you so put it," he continued quietly. "I simply need about a pint of your blood, Tar. That is all I wish from you."

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Tar looked over at the man who requested blood. “I can’t get clean… even if I wanted to I can’t.” He thought for some time about the unusual request. He knew he himself was in no position to judge and really, blood was better than sex right now. In the morning with some good rest and full of food he may say he would prefer the sex. However right now his body was tired and sore.

“I gave up on prince charming a long time ago Arren. I have learned enough to know that when something is too good to be true it isn’t. You’ll probably kill me ore rape me tonight but…” He broke off and shrugged “What can a whore expect. If I want out I’m gonna have to save myself and trust you and me, I’m working on it. If you want my blood fine, if you are gonna continue to want it even better bleed me until I have nothing left to give. Don’t lie to me and tell me I can get better, we both know its shit. So trust me you don’t have to pretend to care unless you get off on breaking people down even further.”

Tar growled a little and edged further away from the man who had just moments ago seemed so promising. This time he couldn’t keep the tears at bay. He watched the city blur by and regretted ever getting into his car. This was stupid, his master would be pissed he didn’t have cash. More importantly Tar didn’t want to listen to lies or think about how some people lived in comparison to himself. He coughed and sniffled the forceful sound making his ribs ache.

[Car'mael]

Arpad chuckled quietly. "Prince Charming? Hardly, Tar. Oh, hardly... You see, I do not wish anyone to learn of my desire for blood. Killing is messy business in this day and age, but there are better was to achieve silence. A bit of money that might transplant you into a new life would do the job, would it not? It worked before, I assure you. Plenty have taken my offer and found something a bit less lucrative as a lifestyle, anything from farm hand to bar-tending in a different city. No, not the royal life, but a step up if you use it wisely. I do not make this offer often, once in a rare while, and with a false name and being a man not one for much documentation, none can trace back to me in truth. It is more a business policy than care, I admit, and far cheaper than paying lawyers to avoid scandal."

He stared at the road a minute, then admitted, "I have killed. I am certain I shall again. Blood has stained my hands since childhood. But a whore for being but an unfortunate? No. No, unless you ask it directly, or do something utterly foolish such as attempt to harm me, your life is safe. And rape--I could expound on the reasons on why I would never resort to it, but there are enough of those to bore you to sleep. Truly, the impracticality is more than enough. Ah, here we are."

The Jaguar pulled up to the Northside Hotel. Not a major chain, but clean and modest. Thick curtains shaded the windows, and an underground garage offered parking. Arpad pulled into the parking, using his keycard to swipe in, then pulled into a slot. Getting out, he moved around to open the other door for Tar and lend the weak young man a hand.

"You fret a lot about what may or may not lie ahead, and it is depressing you. Eat, then you may decide if you want to take this chance, or run off. Come along. I would prefer we beat the delivery man to the room."

Wrapping Tar in his coat, he easily scooped the younger man against his side again, supporting him to the hotel room. The lobby was empty except for the person behind the desk, who just gave them a passing glance across the room. On reaching the room, the vampire swiped his key again and brought them within, setting Tar on the bed easily before moving to hang his coat up. The vampire started loosening his cuffs and the front of his shirt, making himself a bit more comfortable.

Turning to the mini fridge, he pulled out a bottle of wine and uncorked it, pouring himself a glass using the hotel tumbler. He arched a brow at the cheap glass, then shrugged it off. A far cry from what the old vintage deserved, but it would taste the same. "Would you like something to drink? Bottled water, a can of soda, a beer?"