Warning: Contains almost hilarious amounts of blood and sick fantasies. Please only read if you're a fan of perversity concerning blood and other liquids. Even if it's not overly perverted. Whatever, enjoy reading, whoever reads this.
My milkshake brings all the vamps to the bar, and damn right, it's better than your's...
Doom licked his lips, snickering as Sliver nuzzled closer to him, whispering dirty stuff into the vampire's ear. "Eh, you are a little over-eager, or am I imagining things?" The Heades murred lowly, being all content and not giving a damn about the other leeches staring at him - and especially his damn skimpy leather clothes. Well, clothes...?
"Admit it, you want me to be all naughty. Else, you wouldn't take me here when being dressed like this." 'This' was referring to the practically non-existing leather stuff Sliver wore all day long now. Namely hotpants, a broad collar, leather folds around his calves and some leather stripes strapped around his right arm and his left thigh. The rest was all pale, bare, delicious skin.
The purple-haired vampire snickered, pulling Sliver onto his lap and into a more than just passionate kiss. Quite some whistling was heard as they put on a little show, acting as if noone was around them. Well, as it seemed, they considered about thirty other leeches and the human personal as 'noone'.
Sliver got bored soon, as Doom was a little occupied with going through the rather short menu. But then, the Heades had an idea which immediately brought the vampire's attention back to Sliver. The vampire leaned back with a grin as he watched Sliver moving gracefully around the pole, once more remembering Doom of how unusual this certain 'bar' was.
"You are perfectly cruel, my dear." Doom chuckled, but did nothing to interrupt the dancing Heades. "So what?" Sliver snickered, getting close to the vampire again and giving Doom a teasing kiss. "Don't claim you wouldn't enjoy this like I do." The purple-haired male snickered. "Okay, I won't. But, damn, Sliver, you look like you want to seduce me. You already got me, my dear..."
The Heades laughed, placing one of his long legs on the vampire's shoulder and pulling him close without problems. "I know. Just wanted to be perfectly sure you won't get off the hook again. After all, I never know what mischief you're up to. Not to mention you took an especially long look at the special milkshake."
The vampire snickered, kissing along Sliver's thigh. "You aren't jealous, are you? After all, you know perfectly well I would never dare to think of something that despicable..." The Heades gave the vampire a short squeeze. "Yeah right, you're all innocent. Come on, you can't tell me anything like that without expecting me to punish you a little."
Doom murred lightly, nibbling along Sliver's skin as he was allowed to lean back again, this time with Sliver's foot on his groin. "Naww, you wouldn't do that, would you?" The Heades's lips curled into a smirk. "I would, my very dear vampire. Without hesitating, I would stomp on your balls and leave you infertile."
The bloodsucker shuddered as Sliver moved his foot lightly, then pulled it away again. "But you're lucky. I will be your milkshake, if you don't mind." With that, the Heades got up and retreated for a short time. Doom chuckled lowly, being quite impressed Sliver would do something like that. After all, it was not just about the blood... but about the right amount of whipped cream, too.
As Sliver returned, Doom snickered again, leaning up a little to give the Heades a playful kiss. "There you go. I still forgot the whipped cream, my bad." The vampire laughed as Sliver got on the table again, leaning back and rubbing against the pole in a definitely sexy way. "You are just showing off, my very dear Heades. Not that I would dislike it... but still, I'm pretty surprised."
Sliver signed him to be silent, and now, the black-haired male put on quite a show for the vampire. All the other leeches in the bar froze, then one after the other began cheering and whistling loudly as Sliver masturbated right in front of Doom. That was something the human personal didn't dare to do... for a reason the vampires most likely never would understand.
Sliver sighed in relief as he released, snickering as Doom lifted the glass to admire the white topping. "Perfect, you impressed me, my dear Heades. I think I definitely should reward you tonight." The raven-head snickered, watching the vampire drink. Everything was better with some whipped cream, right?