Internship (page 4)
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The Duke’s curiosity continues to gnaw away at the back of his mind; eager to see how it all ends. Like a good book and its many chapters, one simply cannot lay to rest without knowing what happens next. Julian was obviously frustrated; something that drives David mad with a lusting need to see how he’d break. He himself is never one to indulge into anger and emotional outbursts; he knew to keep his cool and how to handle situations well… in public. The very logic and reason why he prefers going out to meet people than taking them home; home was either neat or completely trashed.
“Can you kiss?” Questions such as these had become quite casual for the ever - buzzing life of the Duke’s. Pick - up lines and flirtatious proclamations would have to be delivered in creative ways to get the best ones. A little less effort on his part, it never stopped him from putting on his best façade. David turned to Julian, eyes sincerely curious. David knew that he must be careful; with a reputation to keep and a public career to keep on track, minor setbacks are not allowed. He had failed time and time again before and with his most cherished persona tucked back in the closet, the Duke simply could not afford any errors.
As the cab drove to its pointed destination, David leaned over Julian and ran his fingers to brush the stray locks off the man’s face. “Turn left, please.” David called out, to which the driver obliged. Peering back through the window, he could see the familiar lights that screamed for his presence.
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Ice cold, flashing blue eyes opened at the question. It was not quite what Julian had been expecting to hear, after having dragged David along to his home that was a closed down prison, drugging, mutilating and eventually murdering a human being, speaking of later defiling the corpse and asking him to now convince three more people to come back and never be seen again..
Can you kiss, was not even in the top ten of the list of questions Julian had expected. Fuck, it wasn’t even in the top hundred..”You are a very peculiar man, David,” Julian told him something that he probably already knew, but he had agreed to answer and so he did, “of course I can.” He didnt quite follow the importance of the question in itself, his mind was so frequently on his work that he often forgot about such things.
Julian did not correct the driver when he turned left, David seemed to know where he wanted to go and this gave Julian a sudden bout of confidence that perhaps it might actually go right for him this time. Now there were fingers brushing the tussled locks from his face, Julian looked confused even more right then but dared to lift his eyes to meet with those alien orbs of David’s. Was he looking for proof or did he simply have a thing that bothered him about people having their faces half concealed by hair?
Still in a temper, fueled by David’s seemingly waste of time question, Julian grasped the wrist of the hand that was touching his hair quite firmly, eyes staring intently, furious and silent. If it were not for the genuine curiosity in David’s expression, Julian may very well have scolded him and lectured him on the time and the place for childish behavior. But.. He really wanted to know, didn’t he? Well then David, as Julian knew all too well when one simply couldn’t be sure of something, there was only one way to truly know for certain.
“Can you?”
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“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
The cab came to a stop before the street crowded with dwellers of the night; skimpy outfits that revealed more - covered less, heeled platforms, heavy night makeup, wigs of vibrant colors and length, men and women strutting with their jaws busy chewing gum, smoking, drinking, bawling, chatting, and provocatively hunting for their next meal. With the cab rightly parked a few steps from the aforementioned predators, David could sense hunger from the driver’s seat. From the rearview mirror, David could see eyes gawking at one of the birdies that purposely bent to adjust her strapped stilettos. The man was pretty much sweating balls at the sight of the woman’s ginormous breasts and slender body.
The Duke popped the door open, patting the driver’s shoulder briefly with a grin that met eyes through the mirror, “It’s on the house, love.” David winked, dismounting the car. He approached the woman affectionately; pulling her close against him as lips hummed along the woman’s slender neck, to which she groaned and giggled excitedly. “You’d do one for me angel, yes?” Not waiting for answer, David pushed the woman towards the cab, giving her a sweet smack from behind. The woman tapped against the window, to which the driver rolled hurriedly. “So, mind givin’ me a ride, papi?”
The Duke inclined his head and nodded, waiting for Julian to slide out the car. And as he did so, David hooked his arm around Julian’s waist, leaning closely to his ear, “Kiss but don’t bite.”
Music thumping, hips thrusting, lips crashing, musk of sin filling the room of farraginous whores, junkies, artists, celebrities, press; bodies against the bodies hard against dim - lit walls, couches and tables stained dust of white with lemon and lime peels dry and moist on the floor. Drinks passed, tossed and chugged, foils, wrappers, syringes and bands everywhere; indeed, the Devil’s Nest lives up to its name. The House of Sin houses all. Crowded, packed, filthy but no dirt; that, and heavy security with a big, muscular entourage by each side.
As they approached the entrance, David grabbed Julian by his arm and rammed his lips against him, meeting the eyes of the pair that kept only those in the list in attendance. He turned in angle, ensuring Julian’s face remains turned from the guards as David would easily be recognized and allowed entry; Julian, who didn’t look like one who mingled with the flock might encounter a slight delay.
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Julian was perplexed by the strange comment, as the driver pulled over and he sat back to pay the fare with an added fee to hold up his end of the prior deal. He slowly got out of the cab and reminded himself to later change his clothes, who knew what’d been in that back seat before he’d hailed it..
He largely ignored the scene with the cab driver, though he wasn’t not taking notice, it simply didn’t interest him as his attention was keenly upon the nearby alley, where he was of the belief for them to be headed. A quick, quiet slink into the.. oh.. Dirt..
Fuck.
Julian looked back around at David as his arm slipped around Julian’s middle, he tensed up but hesitated to pull free at the whisper into his ear. A plan, then? They were going.. Inside? Julian felt out of place in the bright lights and swarming people, of which most he could not decide for them to be either male nor female and that just puzzled him more.
He felt and probably looked like a complete and utter fish out of water, staring and head turning, eyes wide and looking, trying to see everything, everywhere, all at once. So distracted he was, that he couldn’t even have reacted in time if he had wanted to. So, eyes closed and hand gripping the back of David’s neck firmly, the other grasping the front of his shirt in his angry, clenched fist.
Julian had to let David lead the direction in which they walked, lips pressed hard together was getting uncomfortable and he ventured to open his mouth but adhered to David’s warning of not biting, at first.Delay would have indeed sent Julian round the twist, he was late enough as it is and it was not a pleasant sight to see him snap. No matter how badly one might be curious enough to wish to bear witness.
Having never really come to this type of venue before, Julian hadn’t a damn clue why this was absolutely necessary and he was self conscious about it at the start, his fingers dug into the soft flesh at the back of David’s neck. Resisting the urge to sink his canines in was suddenly too much and he uttered a deep throated growl of a groan, and, caught up in the moment, he broke the rule..
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Entry was indeed successful and the familiar scenery brought the Duke a sense of control; he knew the ins and outs of the club like the veins that run through his wrist. He could easily scour through the crowd for whatever it was he needed; the best drug dealers, the best hookers, the best suckers, and the best subjects. Covering his tracks would not be necessary as everyone knew everyone’s business and kept it at that; no one gave a shit if you sold or bought drugs, no one would even bother to help someone having a seizure or a heart attack as long as the lights were kept to a minimum and the music to max. It was the perfect place to do anything unholy and get away with it; with the basement reserved for an orgy session and the upper deck reserved for the junkies and drug deals.
That said, it was unusual for David to make a sloppy entrance. He was the Thin White Duke; the dapper gentleman that made hearts swoon and hips thrust from the moment his heeled, velvety boot marked the building. A typical visit would have him grinning like the proud peacock of aces that he was; but tonight, he barely kept himself on foot. Palms braced walls as knees wobbled, eyes summoned to the heavens in a brief moment of darkness before he hauled himself near the flight of stairs, latched onto the rail for support. David pulled back, he had to. Tongue draped over his lips, swiftly tasting the sinful gesture, mismatched orbs glaring quite darkly at Julian.
For a couple of seconds, the Duke was in shambles; silently glaring at the disobedient man; desperately trying to rid himself of shrewd thoughts. “Oh, you play dirty.” He shook his head, feeling sharp ivories knead over his bottom lip.
Pushing himself onto proper, he threw himself into the crowd and did his business; lips crashed onto one after the other, men, women, it didn’t matter who or what it was. Fingers grabbed fabric after fabric, dragging three identifiable men as he pushed through the dancing mob. Another followed after, heading towards the back. The door popped open and a black van waited with both doors wide open; inside was a man that would right - well pass as one of the bouncer. He wore no uniform of but held a sac between gloved fingers and spares tucked by his sides.
The alley soon was filled with boisterous laughter and cheer, singing out of tune and mumbling incorrigible words. “One.” David began counting; his ally covering the first man he guided to the back of the van, followed by a precise twist of the neck. “Two.” Came the other; “Three”, stumbling over the unconscious pair. “And that’s ab-“
Silenced yet again by a flimsy attempt of hauling David’s lips into the younger man’s own, the Duke tripped onto the ground. Swiftly, the unnamed ally hopped off the van and grabbed the boy by the shoulders, slamming him against the wall before twisting his neck. The now unconscious boy, held by David’s hired help, was instructed to be tossed into the van along with the three accounted for. Paid and settled, David only hoped that Julian managed to follow the direction he went to or he’d have to find Julian himself.
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Julian was dizzied, being whirled around from here to there and he was finally drawn away from. Breathless, returning the glare with an intense one of his own and showing a slow glide of his tongue along the left side of his lower lip, it disapeared back into his mouth as it touched the corner and he bared his teeth at the remark, chest visibly rising and falling. He could not claim that he didn’t find the interaction unpleasant, though he deemed David very bold indeed to have tried such a move on him.
His intense gaze followed David then, fighting his every urge to look around and get lost in this new world he had just discovered, time was of the essence and it wouldn’t do to get pulled away from their underhanded mission. It was fascinating to know that while David had reacted with some discomfort during Simon’s demise, he was still willing to bring in more people to suffer similar fates.
Julian needed to re-evaluate the man from the ground up, because he had been quite mistaken in his assumptions. Truly this was no mere mortal, so to speak, a man yes but perhaps not so tame as Julian had previously thought. He noticed people looking at him, but they seemed somewhat reluctant to approach and Julian leaned against the wall, feeling a stamp across his forehead in bright neon lights that claimed him to belong to David in the eyes of those who would be staring at him right now.
So look, but don’t touch.
It bothered him in that he belonged to nobody, he was his own person but he was grateful for the lack of grabby, grubby paws. Discreetly making his way outside, Julian kept out of the way and simply observed, one brow lifted as David went down, he tensed and stepped forwards but the matter was taken care of promptly and without fuss.
Julian looked down at the resting Duke, eyes following him as he got to his feet and he approached from behind. “Let’s go,” Julian spoke firmly, giving David’s clothes a quick swipe or two, ridding him of the collected bits of gravel and debris from the ground, “that was impressive.” Spoken quietly, close to Duke’s ear with intention.
“I had no idea you liked to play games.. “
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Even the faintest moment of vulnerability displayed made David cringe; more so how he stumbled over a petty kiss made him a tad irritable. Infuriated at his sudden loss of control, he remained professional and allowed himself to rise with a default soft yet stoic expression. The Devil’s Nestwas filthy and grimy with sin and actual dirt brought from all over New York; he loved the place too much to leave because of how rubbish it was that he often made donations to keep the place tidy. A highly appreciated gesture but often overlooked due to the number of people flocking to have a good time, David found comfort that the dirt was at least kept to a minimum.
David shuddered like the squeamish, dirt - fearing man that he was. As hands kneaded his slacks clean, he’d clap them together in slight panic, dusting his skin off of the vile stains.
“Can you drive, darling?” It was more of an actual request than a question; then again, he didn’t know where Julian’s facility was anyway. David handed the unnamed man a thick roll of cash, patting his shoulder, “You did Daddy good, angel.” David smiled warmly, kissing the man on the cheek, quite close to the corner of the younger, bigger man’s lip. The Duke’s ally bid his farewell with a short, “G’night, Daddy”, a wink, and a delighted grin; from how much David had paid the man, he’d be set for a good year supply.
David ensured the locks were secured from the back before heading towards the driver’s seat to open the door for Julian; habit. As soon as the man mounted the vehicle, David walked across and slid right beside him, staring at his palms in shy disgust. “I live for it, Julian. That, or I get bored easily.” Came a late reply. The Duke paused, a smirk forming over lips thin, eyes still fixated over his palms at the thought of how rather well the kiss went as expected. “I got you one extra.I owe you one after that.”
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Julian was equally as uncomposed in the moment himself, shaken to the core in fact, the very foundations of his building up a profile of David had crumbled to dust and he was so enraged that he’d have to scrap the entire thing and start over from scratch that he wanted to take a sledgehammer to Simon’s body. David wasn’t playing the part of the foolish tag along, who would eventually become a test subject himself. That had been part of Julian’s original plan, he wasn’t going to lie. Fascination was deeply ingrained within Julian, but dare he now even think to lay bare the mysteries of what lay unknown beneath that pale flesh?
He’d asked for three, but there came four into the van and Julian was struggling to try to understand. This was not how the game was played, this was not the way things were meant to go. Julian was not meant to be the one confused and wondering, yet he was. It would seem that a lack of control had befallen both of them, but it was quickly being seized now and with good timing as well.
Julian wanted very much to get home, to be back in his element and have some comforting sense of control over his environment. It was a much more calming place for him, being away from it only stoked the flames of the anger that flashed every so often even now, within his otherwise cold and dark gaze. He heard the strange interaction and climbed into the driver’s seat without pause, sliding the key into the ignition and pulling away from the building swiftly.
As they got a little further down the streets, Julian switched up to the next gear, appreciating the silence from the spares in the back. “Well then,” he said softly, breaking the silence now as he drove the van towards home, “I shall have to remember that for next time. You really went above and beyond.. I must thank you.. “
An incline of his head and a brief yet lingering stare towards David, Julian offered him a tiny twitch of a hint of a smile, just barely tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“..Daddy.”
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David found comfort over the idea of slipping into something more comfortable for the evening should they retire. Having a friend pack him clothing, a couple of Gitanes, a framed picture of his son, spare shoes, a black traveler’s electric guitar, toiletries and more, knowing that he owned something within the vicinity more than the very vehicle they were on, brought his mind at ease. He’d have to ask Julian permission first if he could bring his personals inside; it’d be difficult to rent a nearby hotel just to get dressed because the idea of heading home would include a homecomingparty every now and then. He knew he’d be exhausted and drained to even attend one, let alone host it at home.
His approach on how to talk to Julian preoccupied him enough that the silence between two disoriented men did not appear as oppressive as most similar encounters would. The problem was, for David, the mere fact that he trembled over a petty “ticket - kiss” to get Julian in the club bothered him. Lou Reed, a dear friend and fellow artist, had that effect on him but that developed overtime; he had been a Velvet Underground and Lou Reed fan, whereas Julian and David had only been acquainted for the past forty - eight hours less!
Reclined onto his seat, he peered with one eye, keeping the other closed as he relaxed and threw himself in a deep thought while travelling.
Julian’s praise of thanks warmed David greatly; he could get anyone he wanted right off the bat but couldn’t if his drive was shaken and it truly was. He wasn’t the sharp, smooth, subtle Duke of the night, no; he was feisty, sloppy, demanding and needy. Thankful alone that he had a habit of sitting with his leg over the other, Julian’s parting statement had truly justified that evident need. “Careful, I might get used to that, sweetheart.” Came a subtle wink, dismounting the vehicle as swift as he could. God, did he need air.
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“Get used to it then,” Julian mused with a subtle smirk, “especially if you keep calling me those names.. “ He hadn’t ever been called such things before, the usual things he got were closer towards the likes of psychopathic.
Julian was content for David to remain upstairs on the top floor, there was a dial on the wall to adjust the temperature of that floor alone, he would be left quite to his own devices and Julian would not intrude upon him unless he needed something important and David was required.
He was tempted to take David home first, so that he could change but there were certain risks involved with bringing the van anywhere near David’s place of residence. The silence of the drive served to soothe him somewhat, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel firmly and ground his teeth.
He found David most baffling and it bothered him, he had assumed to know his sort but perhaps had jumped ahead of himself. He felt as though he had constructed something beautiful and it made sense to him, then he had discovered the instructions and what he’d built looked nothing like the picture on the box. Stronger than first anticipated, but.. Still beautiful just the same.
Julian kept his eyes on the road for the rest of the journey, only looking to David moments before they arrived. The trip had taken until after dark, bothersome and infuriating as it was to have lost almost an entire day, he still had to eat.
“What do you like to eat?” Julian wondered, switching off the engine, “I’ll order something.”
Julian had driven in through a different entrance, still requiring the card to get in but able to drive the van through to the loading bay where several gurneys were waiting to make transporting the men inside much easier for them both.
“They must be locked up in cells as far apart from one another as possible,” Julian explained, “I can’t have them conspiring with each other.”
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The Duke’s curiosity continues to gnaw away at the back of his mind; eager to see how it all ends. Like a good book and its many chapters, one simply cannot lay to rest without knowing what happens next. Julian was obviously frustrated; something that drives David mad with a lusting need to see how he’d break. He himself is never one to indulge into anger and emotional outbursts; he knew to keep his cool and how to handle situations well… in public. The very logic and reason why he prefers going out to meet people than taking them home; home was either neat or completely trashed.
“Can you kiss?” Questions such as these had become quite casual for the ever - buzzing life of the Duke’s. Pick - up lines and flirtatious proclamations would have to be delivered in creative ways to get the best ones. A little less effort on his part, it never stopped him from putting on his best façade. David turned to Julian, eyes sincerely curious. David knew that he must be careful; with a reputation to keep and a public career to keep on track, minor setbacks are not allowed. He had failed time and time again before and with his most cherished persona tucked back in the closet, the Duke simply could not afford any errors.
As the cab drove to its pointed destination, David leaned over Julian and ran his fingers to brush the stray locks off the man’s face. “Turn left, please.” David called out, to which the driver obliged. Peering back through the window, he could see the familiar lights that screamed for his presence.
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Ice cold, flashing blue eyes opened at the question. It was not quite what Julian had been expecting to hear, after having dragged David along to his home that was a closed down prison, drugging, mutilating and eventually murdering a human being, speaking of later defiling the corpse and asking him to now convince three more people to come back and never be seen again..
Can you kiss, was not even in the top ten of the list of questions Julian had expected. Fuck, it wasn’t even in the top hundred..”You are a very peculiar man, David,” Julian told him something that he probably already knew, but he had agreed to answer and so he did, “of course I can.” He didnt quite follow the importance of the question in itself, his mind was so frequently on his work that he often forgot about such things.
Julian did not correct the driver when he turned left, David seemed to know where he wanted to go and this gave Julian a sudden bout of confidence that perhaps it might actually go right for him this time. Now there were fingers brushing the tussled locks from his face, Julian looked confused even more right then but dared to lift his eyes to meet with those alien orbs of David’s. Was he looking for proof or did he simply have a thing that bothered him about people having their faces half concealed by hair?
Still in a temper, fueled by David’s seemingly waste of time question, Julian grasped the wrist of the hand that was touching his hair quite firmly, eyes staring intently, furious and silent. If it were not for the genuine curiosity in David’s expression, Julian may very well have scolded him and lectured him on the time and the place for childish behavior. But.. He really wanted to know, didn’t he? Well then David, as Julian knew all too well when one simply couldn’t be sure of something, there was only one way to truly know for certain.
“Can you?”
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“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
The cab came to a stop before the street crowded with dwellers of the night; skimpy outfits that revealed more - covered less, heeled platforms, heavy night makeup, wigs of vibrant colors and length, men and women strutting with their jaws busy chewing gum, smoking, drinking, bawling, chatting, and provocatively hunting for their next meal. With the cab rightly parked a few steps from the aforementioned predators, David could sense hunger from the driver’s seat. From the rearview mirror, David could see eyes gawking at one of the birdies that purposely bent to adjust her strapped stilettos. The man was pretty much sweating balls at the sight of the woman’s ginormous breasts and slender body.
The Duke popped the door open, patting the driver’s shoulder briefly with a grin that met eyes through the mirror, “It’s on the house, love.” David winked, dismounting the car. He approached the woman affectionately; pulling her close against him as lips hummed along the woman’s slender neck, to which she groaned and giggled excitedly. “You’d do one for me angel, yes?” Not waiting for answer, David pushed the woman towards the cab, giving her a sweet smack from behind. The woman tapped against the window, to which the driver rolled hurriedly. “So, mind givin’ me a ride, papi?”
The Duke inclined his head and nodded, waiting for Julian to slide out the car. And as he did so, David hooked his arm around Julian’s waist, leaning closely to his ear, “Kiss but don’t bite.”
Music thumping, hips thrusting, lips crashing, musk of sin filling the room of farraginous whores, junkies, artists, celebrities, press; bodies against the bodies hard against dim - lit walls, couches and tables stained dust of white with lemon and lime peels dry and moist on the floor. Drinks passed, tossed and chugged, foils, wrappers, syringes and bands everywhere; indeed, the Devil’s Nest lives up to its name. The House of Sin houses all. Crowded, packed, filthy but no dirt; that, and heavy security with a big, muscular entourage by each side.
As they approached the entrance, David grabbed Julian by his arm and rammed his lips against him, meeting the eyes of the pair that kept only those in the list in attendance. He turned in angle, ensuring Julian’s face remains turned from the guards as David would easily be recognized and allowed entry; Julian, who didn’t look like one who mingled with the flock might encounter a slight delay.
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Julian was perplexed by the strange comment, as the driver pulled over and he sat back to pay the fare with an added fee to hold up his end of the prior deal. He slowly got out of the cab and reminded himself to later change his clothes, who knew what’d been in that back seat before he’d hailed it..
He largely ignored the scene with the cab driver, though he wasn’t not taking notice, it simply didn’t interest him as his attention was keenly upon the nearby alley, where he was of the belief for them to be headed. A quick, quiet slink into the.. oh.. Dirt..
Fuck.
Julian looked back around at David as his arm slipped around Julian’s middle, he tensed up but hesitated to pull free at the whisper into his ear. A plan, then? They were going.. Inside? Julian felt out of place in the bright lights and swarming people, of which most he could not decide for them to be either male nor female and that just puzzled him more.
He felt and probably looked like a complete and utter fish out of water, staring and head turning, eyes wide and looking, trying to see everything, everywhere, all at once. So distracted he was, that he couldn’t even have reacted in time if he had wanted to. So, eyes closed and hand gripping the back of David’s neck firmly, the other grasping the front of his shirt in his angry, clenched fist.
Julian had to let David lead the direction in which they walked, lips pressed hard together was getting uncomfortable and he ventured to open his mouth but adhered to David’s warning of not biting, at first.Delay would have indeed sent Julian round the twist, he was late enough as it is and it was not a pleasant sight to see him snap. No matter how badly one might be curious enough to wish to bear witness.
Having never really come to this type of venue before, Julian hadn’t a damn clue why this was absolutely necessary and he was self conscious about it at the start, his fingers dug into the soft flesh at the back of David’s neck. Resisting the urge to sink his canines in was suddenly too much and he uttered a deep throated growl of a groan, and, caught up in the moment, he broke the rule..
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Entry was indeed successful and the familiar scenery brought the Duke a sense of control; he knew the ins and outs of the club like the veins that run through his wrist. He could easily scour through the crowd for whatever it was he needed; the best drug dealers, the best hookers, the best suckers, and the best subjects. Covering his tracks would not be necessary as everyone knew everyone’s business and kept it at that; no one gave a shit if you sold or bought drugs, no one would even bother to help someone having a seizure or a heart attack as long as the lights were kept to a minimum and the music to max. It was the perfect place to do anything unholy and get away with it; with the basement reserved for an orgy session and the upper deck reserved for the junkies and drug deals.
That said, it was unusual for David to make a sloppy entrance. He was the Thin White Duke; the dapper gentleman that made hearts swoon and hips thrust from the moment his heeled, velvety boot marked the building. A typical visit would have him grinning like the proud peacock of aces that he was; but tonight, he barely kept himself on foot. Palms braced walls as knees wobbled, eyes summoned to the heavens in a brief moment of darkness before he hauled himself near the flight of stairs, latched onto the rail for support. David pulled back, he had to. Tongue draped over his lips, swiftly tasting the sinful gesture, mismatched orbs glaring quite darkly at Julian.
For a couple of seconds, the Duke was in shambles; silently glaring at the disobedient man; desperately trying to rid himself of shrewd thoughts. “Oh, you play dirty.” He shook his head, feeling sharp ivories knead over his bottom lip.
Pushing himself onto proper, he threw himself into the crowd and did his business; lips crashed onto one after the other, men, women, it didn’t matter who or what it was. Fingers grabbed fabric after fabric, dragging three identifiable men as he pushed through the dancing mob. Another followed after, heading towards the back. The door popped open and a black van waited with both doors wide open; inside was a man that would right - well pass as one of the bouncer. He wore no uniform of but held a sac between gloved fingers and spares tucked by his sides.
The alley soon was filled with boisterous laughter and cheer, singing out of tune and mumbling incorrigible words. “One.” David began counting; his ally covering the first man he guided to the back of the van, followed by a precise twist of the neck. “Two.” Came the other; “Three”, stumbling over the unconscious pair. “And that’s ab-“
Silenced yet again by a flimsy attempt of hauling David’s lips into the younger man’s own, the Duke tripped onto the ground. Swiftly, the unnamed ally hopped off the van and grabbed the boy by the shoulders, slamming him against the wall before twisting his neck. The now unconscious boy, held by David’s hired help, was instructed to be tossed into the van along with the three accounted for. Paid and settled, David only hoped that Julian managed to follow the direction he went to or he’d have to find Julian himself.
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Julian was dizzied, being whirled around from here to there and he was finally drawn away from. Breathless, returning the glare with an intense one of his own and showing a slow glide of his tongue along the left side of his lower lip, it disapeared back into his mouth as it touched the corner and he bared his teeth at the remark, chest visibly rising and falling. He could not claim that he didn’t find the interaction unpleasant, though he deemed David very bold indeed to have tried such a move on him.
His intense gaze followed David then, fighting his every urge to look around and get lost in this new world he had just discovered, time was of the essence and it wouldn’t do to get pulled away from their underhanded mission. It was fascinating to know that while David had reacted with some discomfort during Simon’s demise, he was still willing to bring in more people to suffer similar fates.
Julian needed to re-evaluate the man from the ground up, because he had been quite mistaken in his assumptions. Truly this was no mere mortal, so to speak, a man yes but perhaps not so tame as Julian had previously thought. He noticed people looking at him, but they seemed somewhat reluctant to approach and Julian leaned against the wall, feeling a stamp across his forehead in bright neon lights that claimed him to belong to David in the eyes of those who would be staring at him right now.
So look, but don’t touch.
It bothered him in that he belonged to nobody, he was his own person but he was grateful for the lack of grabby, grubby paws. Discreetly making his way outside, Julian kept out of the way and simply observed, one brow lifted as David went down, he tensed and stepped forwards but the matter was taken care of promptly and without fuss.
Julian looked down at the resting Duke, eyes following him as he got to his feet and he approached from behind. “Let’s go,” Julian spoke firmly, giving David’s clothes a quick swipe or two, ridding him of the collected bits of gravel and debris from the ground, “that was impressive.” Spoken quietly, close to Duke’s ear with intention.
“I had no idea you liked to play games.. “
**
Even the faintest moment of vulnerability displayed made David cringe; more so how he stumbled over a petty kiss made him a tad irritable. Infuriated at his sudden loss of control, he remained professional and allowed himself to rise with a default soft yet stoic expression. The Devil’s Nestwas filthy and grimy with sin and actual dirt brought from all over New York; he loved the place too much to leave because of how rubbish it was that he often made donations to keep the place tidy. A highly appreciated gesture but often overlooked due to the number of people flocking to have a good time, David found comfort that the dirt was at least kept to a minimum.
David shuddered like the squeamish, dirt - fearing man that he was. As hands kneaded his slacks clean, he’d clap them together in slight panic, dusting his skin off of the vile stains.
“Can you drive, darling?” It was more of an actual request than a question; then again, he didn’t know where Julian’s facility was anyway. David handed the unnamed man a thick roll of cash, patting his shoulder, “You did Daddy good, angel.” David smiled warmly, kissing the man on the cheek, quite close to the corner of the younger, bigger man’s lip. The Duke’s ally bid his farewell with a short, “G’night, Daddy”, a wink, and a delighted grin; from how much David had paid the man, he’d be set for a good year supply.
David ensured the locks were secured from the back before heading towards the driver’s seat to open the door for Julian; habit. As soon as the man mounted the vehicle, David walked across and slid right beside him, staring at his palms in shy disgust. “I live for it, Julian. That, or I get bored easily.” Came a late reply. The Duke paused, a smirk forming over lips thin, eyes still fixated over his palms at the thought of how rather well the kiss went as expected. “I got you one extra.I owe you one after that.”
**
Julian was equally as uncomposed in the moment himself, shaken to the core in fact, the very foundations of his building up a profile of David had crumbled to dust and he was so enraged that he’d have to scrap the entire thing and start over from scratch that he wanted to take a sledgehammer to Simon’s body. David wasn’t playing the part of the foolish tag along, who would eventually become a test subject himself. That had been part of Julian’s original plan, he wasn’t going to lie. Fascination was deeply ingrained within Julian, but dare he now even think to lay bare the mysteries of what lay unknown beneath that pale flesh?
He’d asked for three, but there came four into the van and Julian was struggling to try to understand. This was not how the game was played, this was not the way things were meant to go. Julian was not meant to be the one confused and wondering, yet he was. It would seem that a lack of control had befallen both of them, but it was quickly being seized now and with good timing as well.
Julian wanted very much to get home, to be back in his element and have some comforting sense of control over his environment. It was a much more calming place for him, being away from it only stoked the flames of the anger that flashed every so often even now, within his otherwise cold and dark gaze. He heard the strange interaction and climbed into the driver’s seat without pause, sliding the key into the ignition and pulling away from the building swiftly.
As they got a little further down the streets, Julian switched up to the next gear, appreciating the silence from the spares in the back. “Well then,” he said softly, breaking the silence now as he drove the van towards home, “I shall have to remember that for next time. You really went above and beyond.. I must thank you.. “
An incline of his head and a brief yet lingering stare towards David, Julian offered him a tiny twitch of a hint of a smile, just barely tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“..Daddy.”
**
David found comfort over the idea of slipping into something more comfortable for the evening should they retire. Having a friend pack him clothing, a couple of Gitanes, a framed picture of his son, spare shoes, a black traveler’s electric guitar, toiletries and more, knowing that he owned something within the vicinity more than the very vehicle they were on, brought his mind at ease. He’d have to ask Julian permission first if he could bring his personals inside; it’d be difficult to rent a nearby hotel just to get dressed because the idea of heading home would include a homecomingparty every now and then. He knew he’d be exhausted and drained to even attend one, let alone host it at home.
His approach on how to talk to Julian preoccupied him enough that the silence between two disoriented men did not appear as oppressive as most similar encounters would. The problem was, for David, the mere fact that he trembled over a petty “ticket - kiss” to get Julian in the club bothered him. Lou Reed, a dear friend and fellow artist, had that effect on him but that developed overtime; he had been a Velvet Underground and Lou Reed fan, whereas Julian and David had only been acquainted for the past forty - eight hours less!
Reclined onto his seat, he peered with one eye, keeping the other closed as he relaxed and threw himself in a deep thought while travelling.
Julian’s praise of thanks warmed David greatly; he could get anyone he wanted right off the bat but couldn’t if his drive was shaken and it truly was. He wasn’t the sharp, smooth, subtle Duke of the night, no; he was feisty, sloppy, demanding and needy. Thankful alone that he had a habit of sitting with his leg over the other, Julian’s parting statement had truly justified that evident need. “Careful, I might get used to that, sweetheart.” Came a subtle wink, dismounting the vehicle as swift as he could. God, did he need air.
**
“Get used to it then,” Julian mused with a subtle smirk, “especially if you keep calling me those names.. “ He hadn’t ever been called such things before, the usual things he got were closer towards the likes of psychopathic.
Julian was content for David to remain upstairs on the top floor, there was a dial on the wall to adjust the temperature of that floor alone, he would be left quite to his own devices and Julian would not intrude upon him unless he needed something important and David was required.
He was tempted to take David home first, so that he could change but there were certain risks involved with bringing the van anywhere near David’s place of residence. The silence of the drive served to soothe him somewhat, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel firmly and ground his teeth.
He found David most baffling and it bothered him, he had assumed to know his sort but perhaps had jumped ahead of himself. He felt as though he had constructed something beautiful and it made sense to him, then he had discovered the instructions and what he’d built looked nothing like the picture on the box. Stronger than first anticipated, but.. Still beautiful just the same.
Julian kept his eyes on the road for the rest of the journey, only looking to David moments before they arrived. The trip had taken until after dark, bothersome and infuriating as it was to have lost almost an entire day, he still had to eat.
“What do you like to eat?” Julian wondered, switching off the engine, “I’ll order something.”
Julian had driven in through a different entrance, still requiring the card to get in but able to drive the van through to the loading bay where several gurneys were waiting to make transporting the men inside much easier for them both.
“They must be locked up in cells as far apart from one another as possible,” Julian explained, “I can’t have them conspiring with each other.”
**
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