The bars are temples...

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas and Sam
Time: January 23rd - sometime
Location: The Redhead Piano Bar
Content: Looking for love in all the wrong places. Or something.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Hungry vampire, amnesiac demonic vessel. What could go wrong, I ask you.

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[godofcologne]

Despite the fact that sensuality and the promise of smoldering heat clung to Thomas like a palpable second skin, the eyes that watched as Sam stood up were very cold eyes, predatory and calculating, inhuman. Those eyes raked Sam from head to toe as Thomas chuckled, the sound of his voice heavy with amusement and that same intoxicating pull.

So the buck thinks he can outrun the hunter? That he can bargain? We will let him run. We will catch him. And teach him he is no more that flesh and blood. He will run, then he will scream. And he will beg for us with every breath.

What little part of Thomas still cared, what little part of him that hadn't been caught by his own demonic desires, had to admire Sam's willpower, even as he despaired that he had fallen too far again. Thomas slid out of his seat in the booth, the beer forgotten, and took a single step into Sam's personal space. He didn't touch the other man, but he was close enough to feel the heat radiating from skin, to feel the tension thrumming between bodily desire and mental strength.

He smiled with a flash of perfect white teeth, tongue running over his lips, and leaned in, never once actually touching though his lips were scant centimeters from Sam's. "If you can keep that promise..."

And just as quickly as he had come, the promise of heat and skin and pleasure, was gone, leaving desire and aching need in its wake. Thomas was suddenly out of arm's reach, looking over his shoulder at Sam. "...then come with me."

[huntingmemory]

Sam knew he'd faced down a lot of things that a lot of people would run from. Run like hell from and never look back. And they were probably the smart ones.

There was a definite feeling that he'd stepped too far and, if he did try to run, whatever it was behind that power would hunt him down and make it hurt. That Thomas, if he was any different, really, wouldn't be able to stop it. Sam knew it would still be a wiser idea, maybe, than trusting himself with what was about to happen.

He took a couple more breaths, weighing his options before he swung around and started following. "I can keep any promise I put my mind to."

[godofcologne]

The Hard Rock was only a few minutes walk from the bar, and Thomas led Sam back to it unerringly. Initially it had been to minimize strain on his wounds, but it was proving a prophetic choice. The hotel itself was bustling as per usual, the empty shells that filled it seemed not to notice the two men who walked through the lobby. Thomas wove around them as if they were little more than moving furniture and stepped into a waiting elevator.

"Is that so," he said, turning his full attention back on Sam as the elevator door began to close. His demon's senses filled Thomas' awareness, and he could almost feel the pulse that raced beneath the other man's skin, the way his body hummed with life and emotion and energy. It is ours, by right and we will take it. We will have him and we will be satiated. "And how much longer can you keep your mind on your promise?"

[huntingmemory]

"How long do I have to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam leaned back against the wall of the elevator, hands still in his pockets. The small, enclosed space was really starting to trigger the 'fight or flight' response but he quashed it. He needed to keep that down.

It would have been wiser to follow it, maybe, but he was going to see this through now that he'd committed to it.

[godofcologne]

Thomas and his demon left the question unanswered, left it hanging unsatisfied in the enclosed space as the elevator rose towards the top floor. The air fairly hummed with emotion, with desire and the slow growing fear that all the kine eventually began to feel before the Hunger fed on them. The most basic part of their minds recognized the predator, and his demon toyed with it, spinning desire to war with the desire to fly in fear. The more the prey felt, the richer the feeding. It had been what drew him to Justine, after all.

The elevator was spacious, as far as these things went, but Thomas somehow still managed to end up, seemingly without moving, within Sam's personal space. "Having second thoughts?" he drawled, leaning in again, temptation incarnate as the elevator began to slow. His words were little more than a warm whisper against skin. "There's no one else on this floor."

[huntingmemory]

Sam looked at Thomas steadily, clenching his jaw as he looked at the man. And he was a man, whatever else was in there. His hands tightened in his pockets, fighting for his self control. It wasn't the easiest thing he'd done, but it kept him against the wall of the elevator and not diving to either kiss the other man or run for the door. "No," he said, voice just as steady as his gaze. "No second thoughts."

[godofcologne]

"Good."

Thomas closed the last of the distance between them as the elevator came to a stop, kissing Sam with an almost callous casualness despite the desire and rising heat. The touch of skin on skin was precisely what the waiting Hunger wanted and it reached for Sam with demonic glee, wanting nothing more than to dance through the other man, to drink deep of life and leave nothing more than quivering desire in its wake.

[huntingmemory]

Well. Sam didn't touch first. That was a win for him, right?

Not that he was thinking about that, bringing his hands up to Thomas' hair. Because it was nice hair, okay?

The 'quivering desire' didn't quite happen, though, thanks to the protection Sam had against demonic powers and influence. Sam was definitely aroused and wanted Thomas more than he had before. He was hard enough to drive nails and clothing was really seeming like a bad idea. But he still had enough control to be able to break the kiss, breathing hard. "Not that easy," he managed. "Bed, at least."

[godofcologne]

The brief contact was enough. It was there again, that almost glass-like barrier that shrugged off the Hunger's touch. Neither he nor his demon had been able to be sure whether it was still there (or had even been there at all) until the kiss, and the confirmation only made the darkness within him more eager.

He thinks himself protected? We can break him still, make him ours, mind body and soul...

"One kiss and you want to jump into bed," Thomas drawled in that same honeyed tone, a knowing smile on his lips as his gaze lingered on Sam. The elevator's doors stood open and waiting and Thomas stepped around Sam, very deliberately not touching the other man as he left the elevator, a keycard in hand. "I am going to take my time."

Yes, yes, yes, we will have him slowly, take him one gasp at a time, make him beg for us, drink deep and break him, crack the glass and make his deepest desire ours...

[huntingmemory]

"You mean that wasn't where this was heading all along?" Sam could do flip. It wasn't quite an automatic mode as it might have been with some people, but he could do it.

Honestly, Sam didn't know about the protection. Dean hadn't mentioned it to him and it never came up in conversation. Maybe it should have. He didn't know he wasn't reacting the way that most people did when faced with the demon's full-on abilities.

Which was why he hung back for the space of a couple heartbeats before following Thomas out. "I think I'm glad. I'd hate to think I was just your quicky."

[godofcologne]

Thomas waited until Sam was within arm's reach again to slide open the door, hooking a finger into the collar of the other man's shirt and pulling him close. "No, beds are boring," he answered. Glass barrier or no glass barrier, the kiss, that barest taste of liquid life, had been more than enough to remind him just how much he needed to feed, and whatever part of him still wanted to hold back was effectively silenced.

He reached up and tangled a hand in Sam's hair, pulling the other man down to him. The Hunger was already at his fingertips, reaching with every touch to drink, to sup, to dine, to feed, and Thomas was more than ready to indulge it, to lose himself in his darker nature. His free hand slid along Sam's side, seeking bare skin to touch and warm life to draw into himself.

He'd regret it in the morning.

[huntingmemory]

It startled Sam for a second, but only that long. He shifted slightly, setting his feet for better balance as he reached up and wound his fingers into Thomas' hair. Very, very nice hair. He bit at the other man's bottom lip, sucking on it.

His t-shirt had ridden up at the back, under the other two shirts and jacket that he wore over it. It basically meant that skimming up the back of his jeans was a straight road right to skin, which made him shiver and moan softly, turning to push Thomas against a wall to deepen the kiss. He was not a passive partner. Not in the least.

[godofcologne]

Sam's quiet moan tripped over Thomas' tongue like wine, and life, warm electric healing life, pooled against his fingers as his hand trailed its way straight back up Sam's back, his fingers running skillfully up the other man's spine.

A laugh bubbled up as Sam pressed him against a wall, the sound equal parts drunken elation and deepest despair. This was everything Thomas needed and everything he feared, to feed and heal, to lose control so soon after regaining the desire for it. He deepened the kiss, feeling his demon's pleasure, its presence like opium smoke, curling through every part of his mind even as it danced through the the other man.

Yes, yes, yes. Touch. Taste. Feel. Feed. Ours. Ours. Ours.

Thomas deepened the kiss, savoring and tasting, as he arched up against the wall, pressing himself against the length of Sam's body. His weight rested on the balls of his feet and Thomas twisted his hips to reverse their positions, to pin Sam against the wall as the Hunger slid beneath his skin.

[huntingmemory]

Sam oofed, not fighting the position change. Mostly because the wall at his back let him slouch down, making the difference in their heights less. He tilted his head, shifting into the kiss.

And though there was a steady stream of energy and life coming from Sam, there was only so deep that Thomas' demon could go. The 'glass' was there and it was strong. It wouldn't be broken by this.

[godofcologne]

Thomas could feel life and lust suffusing him like standing in front of a fire as sensation returned. The demon wanted more, wanted to delve deeper and take more, to rip his prey's mind open and dance, and he was more than willing to let it.

The hand that had been running up Sam's back now ran back down, tracing the curve of the man's spine, Thomas' touch now fleeting and light where they had been demanding earlier. The Hunger delved, sinking deeper, wanting more, but as before there was the barrier again, protecting the other man's mind.

The buck dares! Insolent kine, break it break it break it we will have his mind, etch our desires on his very flesh leave him craving for the rest of his days

Thomas felt the demon's rage; there would have been something familiar and almost comforting about it if he had been thinking straight. Instead, he was trailing kisses down Sam's throat, teeth scraping lightly over the fluttering pulse point, his hand tugging at the other man's jeans

Thinking was for later, along with regret and angst and everything that wasn't within hands reach. For the moment there was only the promise of heat and satiation.

[huntingmemory]

Sam didn't have any control over the protection, though he would likely have been glad to know about it. Though he'd wonder why Dean hadn't mentioned it.

Instead, he groaned into Thomas' mouth again, his hands moving to the other man's waist, pulling at his shirt. He wanted skin and he wanted it now, large hands sliding up Thomas' back, warm and amazingly steady. His own hips shifted, pushing up into Thomas' hand, licking his lips as his breathing got harder once more.