Dance The Night Away (Cyrus)

[APOLLO]

It was a glorious evening. Just the perfect time to let loose and just enjoy oneself. The music was rhythmic, so loud that the floors were vibrating to match it's wonder. Apollo took a sip from his wine glass, closing his eyes and feeling it with his whole body. The pleasures of man still gave him such joy.

The next song came on and Apollo ordered himself another drink, watching the crowds with barely concealed fascination. All those writhing bodies, sweaty from the heat of movement and all the clumped people surrounding them, was a bit of a turn on. It had been a long while since he partook in the fruits of the flesh and it made his skin ache for contact, touch...just something to ease his desires and take the edge off. He didn't want commitment- hell no. Just maybe a one-night stand or a week long fling to get himself back in the groove again.

It almost hurt to watch all those close bodies, just enjoying themselves while he was left cold and alone on the barstool with only his drink to comfort him. He tried to force the anger stir of jealousy back down in his stomach and settled for narrowing his eyes just slightly. Apollo's eyes were hooded, his lust barely concealed by the last strings of self-restraint he had as he sipped at his drink all refined and class. He had a powerful presence and even now it was empowering when a girl or guy started staring at him as they walked past or even avoided him in something akin to fear.

The power he felt at being in control was like some crackling untameable fire that was alight in his chest. Apollo relished the feel and even though he was unhappy because nobody seemed to want to proposition him, he tried scoping out an individual from the crowd to make his potential partner when he returned for bed this morning.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Cyrus was lurking in the shadows of the club. Trying to force down the burn, the thirst, he wanted to drink. It wasn't as bad as a need yet but the addiction was there, waiting just beneath his skin to envelope him and take him down into that dangerous place of need and thoughtless desire. So he just stood off to the side and watched with eyes that burned with a darker desire than even lust. A toss of his head, to move his hair from in front of his eyes, as he watched the mass of writhing bodies closely.

Finally, a new song with a beat that sang through his veins, that called to him, came on and he couldn't resist the temptation of going onto the dance floor. He knew it wasn't smart going into a such a packed crowd. Especially when there was going to be such a heavy feeling of lust. Being an empath if he touched the others while they experienced those feelings he would feel it too. It would be hard to ignore with so many people touching him and with his own lust riding him it would be even worse.

He slipped into the moving wall of bodies and shuddered as flesh touched his and the hot rush of another's lust pulsed through him. He began to dance, slow at first and then picking up to match the beat. Every movement of his was erotic. He didn't dance with anyone in particular just moved to the beat. Losing himself and forgetting the aching want for a drink. His hips moved so perfectly with the beat that it was like the music was pulling the strings that were connected to his muscles. A soft easy ache that had nothing to do with the need for blood.

His gaze moved upward and slipped over to stare at a man who was drinking at a table. His eyes were hooded and he seemed to be looking for something. A soft smirk played with Cyrus's lips and he glanced down again.

Words: 351
Muse: Awesome
Song: Evacuate the Dance Floor- Cascada

[APOLLO]

More heat. He almost groaned from both his dissapointment and his desire to just go out there and dance with the endless crowds of people who were filled to the brim with lust and a need to fufill their desires. His sister wouldn't approve of this. She would lead many of these man to their deaths if they tried touching her or any women around. It was almost ridiculous how different they were...no doubt Artemis was ashamed of her fickle brother. Love was unattainable, at least to him...and even if he did possess it it would fly away quickly since human lives were always so short and fragile. He didn't need such things as chastity and devotion.

Apollo raised an eyebrow, catching the eye of one of the men on the dancefloor. The kid was lithe, and moved like this was his last day on the planet, full of passion and wild abandon. He was interested but it was so hard to tell which guys were up for that sort of thing nowadays. It was so easy in the past to decipher the lust, especially back in Greece. Here in the States at the modern time you had to be careful and more cautious.

He waited for a moment before stalking down to the dance-floor. Apollo let himself fall in line with the other bodies, enjoying the smell of sweat and passion and discreetly kept his eye on the raven-haired man.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Cyrus inhaled deeply and the smell of sweat rode thick in the air. The atmosphere sank into his pores as he danced and moved. He was beginning to think about slipping out of the dance floor and grabbing a drink, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Tossing his head up he noticed the man he'd seen sitting at the table had moved into the crowd and begun to dance. All thoughts of getting a drink flew out of his head and far away. Though he was burning hot and body sweating so that his band shirt stuck to his chest and back closely, all he could think about was dancing with that man. Brushing his sweating palms on his black jeans he hesitated.

He bit down on his lower lip and tried to decide. It was hard to go against his submissive nature and try to make the first move. But it didn't look like the other man had even noticed him, so he'd have to. He was trying to figure out how, trying to figure out how to come on to the other man so he didn't come off as desperate or over bearing. He worried his lower lip slightly, somewhat calmed by the pain.

But he finally decided on a tactic and then slipped in front of the man and moved to dance with him. Pressing the front of his hips up against the man's, his almost black eyes glinted in the strobe lights. The touch of his leg against the inside of the other man's thigh caused Cyrus's lust to bloom stronger. He shivered, but his gaze stayed on the other male's eyes. It wasn't a challenging look, more like a 'I enjoy your company,' look.

A soft whisper left him, "Hello, hope you don't mind. You seemed to have caught my attention though." He grinned shyly.

Words: 326
Muse: Good
Song: A Little More You- Little Big Town

[APOLLO]

Apollo enjoyed the blooming attraction he felt for the young man in front of him, having to stop himself from just smelling his scent and tasting his sweat. "Mmmmm, have I?" A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as his eyes became hooded again. The lust was apparent in his eyes. "That's very good. You caught my eye as well." It wasn't as if it was humiliating to admit or anything. It was one man admiring the other. And it just so happened that Apollo was lucky enough that the feeling was mututal. Sparks were practically flying from the lust he felt rolling off this young man in waves just by staring into his dark eyes.

He was always very pleased when a plan came together. It hadn't been completely thought out but Apollo had pondered making his relations with his boy a lot more personal and pleasurable. The insistant pressure of the other's hips was creating a deletable euphoria.

"What's your name?" Apollo let his hands travel down to rest on the man's hips, rubbing at them sensuously. He figured he had permission since the other had been interested enough to come find him out personally. He let himself grind a bit against the boy, wanting to feel more of the pleasure that was just itching against him-wanting to be released.

[CYRUS MOORE]

The lust was so obvious, it would be to any old human, but to an empath it was like roiling waves of heat that washed over his slim form and caused low down aches of desire to start building. The touch of the other man's hand on his hips caused his skin to shiver with delight, and his breath caught on an inhale. Cyrus realized this man was a fair dancer and that caused his mood to lift excitedly. His pulse fluttered and he wanted to please this man. But that could wait until they had some fun.

Cyrus was vaguely aware he had been asked for his name. He nodded and said, "I'm Cyrus, and you are?" He fell back into the dance slipping closer and then snaking his arms around the taller man's neck. He ground his hips more insistently against the other male's, and rested his lips just on the edge of the other's collarbone. The wonderful heat coming from the man's neck rushed forth to greet Cyrus. Lust and eagerness joined together threaded their way through Cyrus's empathic bond. Making him all the more excited and ready for action.

The song ended and became something slower with a heavier beat. Cyrus's writhing slowed and became a soft teasing dance. A soft brush of skin here, a smooth touch there; it was all to make him want more, and yet it was all sweet and shyly done. His eyelids were always slightly lowered, his gaze watching and waiting for the right signal to show what he'd done right. His hand came up to cup the other man's cheek and trace his thumb across the man's lower lip before it fell back to his shoulder.

Words: 300
Muse: Ok
Song: Pyromania- Cascada

[APOLLO]

Now this was what Apollo had been waiting for. Not the coy glances, not even the brief touches, but the overwhelming sense of another person close to him wanting exactly what he wanted. Their goal was the same though the methods to achieve it were different and a smirk fell into place on his mouth as he realized that he had all of the control.

He liked power. It wasn't a necessity, however, as long as he got a good time out of it he'd play the submissive. But this man was obviously letting him take the reins and it pleased him to no end. He felt wanted and needed and that satisfied his hunger for the moment. They could partake in more intimate gifts of the flesh later. For now he was content just knowing he would get what he wanted eventually.

"Call me Ashton." It wasn't a lie. Whenever he phrased it that way, nobody asked any questions but Apollo himself felt better about it. Just...what he desired to be called. He let his smirk widen a bit. He let out a pleased growl at Cyrus's movements, spinning them slowly along the dancefloor with grace to follow the song but also running his hand up the small of the other man's back in light touches to make him want more. This little dance was heating up and it was the first time in weeks that Apollo felt this triumphant.

[CYRUS MOORE]

A shiver shook Cyrus at the light touches that he received from Ashton. He whined in pleasure, wanting more and his impatience showed in his glittering eyes. He was never one to be patient, never one who could hold onto his desires. But that was why he had dominant lovers, they could keep him in check. Keep him from ripping apart his very skin to get that pain that he needed. Stop him from riding that high of pleasure too fast. It would be boring if he had submissives with him all the time, they wouldn't be able to control his raging hungers.

Right now he hunger for flesh. To feel Ashton's skin beneath his fingers and lips, that would quell the fire inside. He breathed in the scent that was beneath his nose, it was still resting on Ashton's clavicle. He grinned, the curve of the lips shy but lustful all the same, "Ashton is a nice name, do you like to play games, Ashton?" Games with Cyrus were always different than little kid games of pretend. His games involved knives, blood, and ropes. Usually it was only him who ended up getting hurt or tied up. It was his desire though.

The touch of lust that he felt from Ashton had flared from a little to a lot. He groaned obscenely loud, he couldn't control it. Sometimes being an empath was just so inconvenient and yet sometimes it was absolutely wonderful. Cyrus wasn't really sure which way he felt about his powers right now. It was probably not the best place to be having the desire to be ravaged until he couldn't breathe but so was the nature of his luck.

The mortal arced his back so he touched flat against his dance partner.

Words: 303
Muse: Better by far
Song: Every Time We Touch- Cascada

[APOLLO]

Soft, gentle whimpers and cries spurred Apollo on and he was quite grateful for the large crowd around him. The people surrounding them kept him in check from doing anything too outrageous or strange. And it reminded him to be careful about revealing what he really was.

"Games? What sort of games?" Apollo's lips curved upward into a sly grin, before leaning down and nibbling at the flesh on Cyrus's neck. "Dangerous games?" He bit hard on the flesh and licked a bit at the blood that came out. It was a small wound and nothing serious but he figured that was what Cyrus was getting at. Games involving pain and pleasure. Human thinking never got old. Apollo was continually surprised at what they wanted and what they did in order to get it.

"You are a naughty little thing, aren't you?" He purred into Cyrus's ear, wanting to hear more delicious little whimpers as the mortal tried to get closer and feel more flesh against flesh. So submissive and yet so impatient. It made him laugh soft and breathy deep in his throat.

[CYRUS MOORE]

The nibble was met with Cyrus turning his head away so that his neck was more available for the teeth of Ashton to grip. But then there was a sharper pain, different than just the gentle nipping of before. He whined, body stiffening for a few seconds in surprise, and then melting against the Ashton's. He was barely moving now, not able to concentrate on the dancing as the tongue of his partner lapped at the small beads of blood he had drawn. He inhaled sharply at the words that were whispered in his ear.

He was naughty, far more naughty than the man before him could ever guess. The human was a dealer with demons, he sold himself like some prostitute and not for money, but for the demons' blood. That sweet liquid that caused him to reach a high so far above the clouds that no one could ever touch him, that is unless they had wings. He groaned nuzzling deeper into the neck of the man named Ashton, his fingers coming up to curl in the taller man's hair. He glanced up, the dark brown of his irises swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

He bit his lip for a moment before he whispered coyly, "I am far from just being naughty. I am bad." There were other words worse than that to describe being bad, like evil but he wasn't evil. He had a good heart, but it was no longer untainted like it had been when he was younger. Now his mind was full of dark shadows and corners where secrets and danger lurked. He was not just a human anymore, now he was a pawn, just waiting for his next master to come find him. He needed a master like he needed to breathe, someone to dominate and control him. To curb his appetite for blood so no others could get harmed. "What about you? Are you just naughty, or are you bad?" his eyes glittered in the flashing lights and his voice was slightly breathy.

Words: 348
Muse: GREAT
Song: Ablaze- Armchair Cynics

[APOLLO]

Bad? Now that was something Apollo didn't usually hear. Naughty, yes. Sometimes kinky but never bad. His eyes examined Cyrus with a careful sort of caution before his lips curved upward again. "Have you made dealings with demons now?" He let his fingers run through that black hair, almost massaging the other man's neck. He wanted to hear those delicious little noises again so he was doing everything he could to spoil him with affection and a bit of a bite.

Not many were so hooked to bad dealings but this kid had an edge to him that made Apollo suspect he didn't barter for money or the usual human desires that led them down a darker path. "I'd say different, but not bad. Intriguing." The lips parted to reveal his pearly white smile before he nibbled, this time a little bit more fierce, at Cyrus's neck. The last question made him laugh even harder. "That depends on who you ask,"

[CYRUS MOORE]

Dealing with demons was a regular occurrence for the young student. He feared them, like he rightly should, but he needed them more. He used his empathy to feel out those who he could feed from, which was most. Given his feminine looks and small stature even most straight demons were interested in him. Hungrily he ground against the leg that rested in between his. The lust was too strong, he couldn't control himself. He shuddered, bringing himself together as best he could and focusing on the words coming out of Ashton's mouth.

"You have no idea what this body has done," his voice was lustful, promising things in almost a desperate way. A soft sigh came from him at the harder bite. "Intriguing? Most people would run if they knew what I have done." Cyrus was telling the truth, most people would turn tail and hide if they knew how many people he'd killed in a rage, or how many gallons of blood he'd drunk over the last few years, or perhaps the fact that he ached to be reprimanded and to be told what to do. He was a glutton for punishment.

Pressing his lips back against the collar bone of Ashton, he nipped lightly, he usually wasn't one who gave the pain, he wasn't a sadist. But the pain he received was euphoric, he stepped back so that Ashton's lips would be free from his neck and then came back to him. For that short moment when he was no longer touching Ashton, Cyrus was able to collect his wits. The lust in him calmed considerably, though it was still quite noticeable, given the fact he had his own to deal with but he at least wasn't dealing with Ashton's.

But soon he was back with his arms around Ashton's neck and he pressed his lips against the other man's.

Words: 325
Muse: AWESOME
Song: Blow- KESHA

[APOLLO]

Apollo's grin was a bit wicked as he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, it had a tinge of darkness to it but it wasn't frightening. It merely looked odd coming from him. "I'm not afraid of you, Cyrus. I lust for you but don't fear you." He let his eyes narrow, pulling him closer for the kiss. It was messy, with biting and licking and blood was drawn on both sides but it was delectable. Apollo felt as satisfied as if he had just had a five course meal.

He pulled away to allow Cyrus to breathe, knowing his endurance was fairly abnormal, nibbling at the lip one last time before smirking. "I have a secret for you, I'm not mortal." Apollo pulled back a bit, still able to sensually grind into Cyrus but enough that the kid would be able to see his hand. In the low, barely lit dance floor with multicolored lights he wasn't afraid of being discovered by anyone else. His hand light up with a ball of pure white light, and he held it out so that Cyrus could touch it if he wished. "You seem to be running not only into demons but deities as well. It's a pleasure to formally meet you. My name is Apollo."

Some humans were rather unhappy when he tricked them but it was all part of protecting himself and others like him. He never could tell at first glance which were hunters and which would scream and run from him but this Cyrus...he was interesting and he seemed fairly adept and he had seen enough darkness from demons to keep him grounded.

[CYRUS MOORE]

The taste of blood in his mouth, mixed with the flavor of Ashton's own skin.The kiss was rough and wonderful, enough to get Cyrus riled up again. He was happy with kiss and Ashton looked like he was too. Cyrus was sucking in greedy breaths of air when Ashton was talking once again. Not mortal? Cyrus tilted his head in confusion and then the light was being present to him. He didn't reach out to touch it, just watched the orb as it glowed in the hand of the man. Apollo was his real name, and Cyrus understood why he didn't say his real name in the beginning.

There were many hunters who were out there that killed supernatural creatures without regard to whether they were evil or not. Apollo didn't seem like an evil god. So he pressed closer bringing his head closer to the bright orb of light until the soft glow encompassed his entire vision. He then reached out slowly and swirled a finger around the slightly warm pulsating light. He pressed his lips together and then drew back his hand, focusing his gaze back onto Apollo.

"Deities... I have never met one. Demons I have a lot of experience with, I do believe you know a lot of humans, so I think you have me at a disadvantage there," Cyrus said with a breathy chuckle. "Do gods have a certain desire like demons do? Demons like to dominate and cause pain, what do deities like to do?" Cyrus's hand danced down Apollo's chest as he asked that. The soft smirk that colored his lips was suggestive as he drew abstract designs lightly on the god's clothed torso.

Words: 290
Muse: Ok
Song: ET- Katy Perry

[APOLLO]

Apollo wrapped an arm around Cyrus, pulling him up against him closer for a moment before letting him rest back down on the ground again. He let out a soft but also powerful grumble from deep in his chest. Almost possessive. Cyrus was his for the moment, even if only for tonight, and Apollo was intent on getting every last drop of pleasure from this meeting.

He laughed loudly at the boy’s reaction to his light and kept it going so that he could play around with it for a bit longer. Then he winked and closed his hand to promptly extinguish the light. “I like finding pleasure but that’s just me, not every deity is like this. My sister Artemis is a kill joy.” Apollo nibbled at Cyrus’s lower lip, drawing more blood and grinding their bodies so deliciously together. The friction was irresistible. “I want to find the good things in life. Pleasure, desire, allure.” He leaned into the light touches, gasping out softly.