FIC: Pursuit
Title: Pursuit
Author: Me
Pairing: Original characters (all of the real-life characters in my head refused to play along for this one)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There are a few simple rules every great hunter must follow.
A/N: The idea came from the song “It’s Just Begun” by She Wants Revenge. The verses are included in the story but I have cut out the chorus as it didn’t fit, at all!
Also, this proved to be quite a challenge once it evolved into more than a drabble, because the narrator is very different from me so I had some trouble getting into his head. I hope it works. Let me know what you think.
If you find any errors of whatever kind, please let me know, ‘kay?
Warning: It’s fairly graphic gay sex so if you don’t like that, don’t read it.
Someone's gonna fall in love in here tonight,
Someone's gonna let their guard down
One last time.
Maybe they once locked eyes,
Perhaps they just decide,
But someone's gonna fall in love in here tonight.
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Rule number 1: Know your prey.
I eye him as he enters the bar. He looks good tonight; like any other night. Tight white jeans, black leather belt, two chains hanging down his thigh, pink top with the face of a roaring tiger, a vest in some sort of golden and red brocade, several necklaces decorating his chest, snakebite, eyes heavily lined with thick, black eyeliner and hot pink eyelids, shiny black hair to down past his shoulders, with streaks of green. Beautiful. He is so sure of himself that the arrogance he exudes is almost palpable. My favourite kind. They are so much fun to break.
He’s chatting with his friends as they head for the bar, passing me on the way. He knows I want him, I haven’t tried to hide it and he winks at me as he walks past. Tease. I nod and smirk in reply, no words necessary.
I have wanted him from the first moment I saw him and I have wasted no time beating around the bush. He didn’t fall for it though, just laughed at me and told me to forget it. Forget it? No way. I am a hunter and I always fell my prey, sooner or later.
I have been working on him for almost five months now and I know that the time has finally come; he’s gonna give in very soon, all the sign are there. Oh the thrill, it will be sweeter than any of my previous victories; I can feel it. While I have been waiting for this day to come around I have seen him here almost every week and I have watched as he has seduced several of the other guests. There is no doubt that he considers himself a hunter as well, and a pretty successful one at that, but he doesn’t know what a real hunter is like. He will learn though, he will learn.
Rule number 2: Always attack when they are alone.
I give him one hour before I make my first move of the evening. I see him get up from the table he’s sharing with his friends and go towards the men’s room. I move to follow him.
He sees me enter but says nothing, just continues with his business. I wait until the only other man has left before I speak.
“So…. You’re not even gonna say hi tonight?” I cross my arms and lean against the door; effectively making sure no one else enters before I am done. He smirks at me.
“Hi”
“Good boy, so well behaved. Tell me, what are your plans for the evening?”
“Having fun with my friends, as always” he smiles as he zips his jeans and goes to wash his hands. “And sadly, that doesn’t involve you,” he adds with a cheeky smile in the mirror.
“Uh baby, such harsh words!” I mock him. “You have no idea what fun I could show you!”
He laughs and waves his hands in front of him to dry them. “I’m sure it would be interesting alright but my answer is still no. Now, are you gonna let me out?”
He’s standing right in front of me, mimicking my pose and the side of his mouth just slightly curled into a smile, staring me right in the eye. He thinks he’s in control, he’s feeling powerful because I’m the one pursuing him like a lovesick puppy but he doesn’t know the first thing. He doesn’t know that I read him like an open book, that I know exactly when he is gonna break and surrender. He will learn though, he will learn.
“Not yet.” I let my eyes wander over his body. “You look very good tonight kid, the green a new thing?”
“Thank you, and yes.”
“You’re welcome.” I lock his eyes in a stare. He doesn’t avert his gaze and he doesn’t wipe off that semi-smile; he thinks it some game we’re playing. It is, I suppose, but he doesn’t know that he’s the prize. And that I will win no matter what.
Rule number 3: Run them tired.
“So are you having fun? With your friends?”
“Very much so.”
“What kind of fun are you having?
“The relaxed kind.”
“I see,” I nod, “not really my kind of fun.”
“How sad.”
“Yes, isn’t it?”
“So what’s your kind of fun then?”
“My kind of fun?” I pretend to think about the question. “It’s the... sweaty kind… the shivering kind… the lustful kind…” I lick my lips, imagining for the hmpth time having that kind of fun with him.
“Seems like you won’t be having much fun tonight then.”
“Don’t be so sure of it, kid.”
“Whatever you say,” he giggles and shakes his head.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“You know you have asked me that question every time we have been here for the last five months?”
“Yes.”
“And have I at any point said yes?”
“No.”
“So what makes you think my answer is gonna be any different tonight?”
“Two reasons: You are flattered that I have not yet relented, plus you are secretly wondering what will happen WHEN you allow me to buy you a drink and your curiosity commands you to find out soon.”
He laughs me right in my face, cocky bastard. “You think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”
“Are you telling me I’m wrong?” I challenge him.
“I’m telling you that your little assumptions are somewhat far-fetched.” He smugly replies.
“Ah, but see, you are not dismissing them completely then.” My turn to be smug.
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Man, you don’t give up, do you?”
“Never.”
“Well, maybe one day I will change my mind. Now, will you let me out?”
“Of course” I answer politely and step aside. One day, he says? No kid, TOday.
As he slips out, he pauses for a second with a “enjoy the night” and a wink before the door shuts closed behind him. I snort; it won’t be long until he loses some of that self-assuredness.
Rule number 4: Let them think there is no real danger.
Back outside I take a seat by the bar so that I can see him clearly and if he wishes he will be able to look at me as well. And he does. I feel him looking at me several times but for the longest time I ignore it; I let him take in the sight of me. My burgundy leather pants are worn to fit perfectly and together with my black top and heavy jewellery I know that I look good.
For a while I let him think that he can get away with looking at me that blatantly, let him feel safe that I don’t notice his eyes. Then I turn my head and catch him by surprise. At least now he has the decency to look away but I don’t care; I keep staring at him and it doesn’t take long until he looks up to meet my eyes again. Of course he does, he can’t help it. He’s getting weaker by the second.
Without taking my eyes from his, I motion for the bartender to bring him a drink of whatever it is he’s drinking.
When the waitress walks over and puts the poisonous red liquid in front of him he looks confused at first but then he tilts his head back and laughs before once again looking at me and shaking his head. He eyes the glass for a moment before raising it to a toast and I raise my glass in response. He drinks. Hook, line, sinker. I’ve got him.
I am almost trembling; I am so close to finally catching him, I can practically taste him on my lips. I take a deep breath and compose myself. Patience, I mustn’t blow it now… in my head I go over what is about to happen and the mere thought is enough to excite me. Feeling him give in, his body move with mine, touching his warm skin, making him shiver from lust…
I see him go to the dance floor along with a group of his friends. This time I don’t follow him but never for a second do I take my eyes from him; I know exactly where he is all the time and who he is dancing with.
First it’s the cute blonde - he’s pretty but he is trying too hard to be like the others and that turns me off. The two of them together do look quite enticing though, I must admit. Maybe I’ll go for him when he’s grown up a little. Or if I just feel lazily horny one night.
Then it’s the tall blonde. He is quite interesting too but he’s taller than me and that disqualifies him automatically.
After him my beautiful boy dances with the Goth kid - I have never been into Goths, they require too much attention for my liking and even though he sure knows how to move, and move my prey with him, I don’t find him interesting.
I catch him looking at me as he’s dancing; he wants me to see him as he’s swaying to the music but I nonchalantly look away the times he tries too hard.
After a few songs I see him move towards the edge of the dance floor, alone. It’s time.
I make sure he doesn’t see me as I move closer until I am standing right behind him and breathe into his ear: “Now that you have let me buy you a drink I bet you are wondering what will happen next, right?”
He slowly turns around with a coke in his hand and looks at me.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I chuckle. “Will I need to get you another drink to make you admit it or are you gonna just follow me and stop playing so hard to get?”
He doesn’t say anything, just screws up his eyes a little, looking as if he’s considering what I just said.
“What makes you so sure I didn’t accept the drink just so you would leave me alone?” he finally asks.
“Because someone who wants to be left alone doesn’t keep staring the way you have all night. And because someone who wants to be left alone would have gone back out to dance with his friends the second I approached him. So just come on” I say as I put down his coke and grab his hand, dragging him to the dance floor - to a place as far away from the rest of his group as possible.
I turn him towards me and put my arms around him. He doesn’t speak, just looks at me with a pondering look. Poor kid, he still doesn’t know that he’s lost.
I slowly start moving my hips to the rhythm of the music and shortly after I feel him do the same, tentatively. He’s still not sure if he should fight me or give in; hasn’t he heard that resistance is futile?
Little by little I feel him relax more and more and eventually he allows himself to even push against me just the slightest. I tighten my grip around his back and pull him in a little further. He immediately stiffens so I stop and give him time to relax once more.
The music changes to a more upbeat song and before he has a chance to say anything or excuse himself, I grab both of his hands and spin him around so that he now has his back against my front, his arms crossed before his chest and I have him locked to me when I gently start grinding my crotch against his ass. I’m being careful; I want to push him but not so much that he freaks out.
He’s softening up; it only takes him a few moments before he starts moving as well. After half a song I pull away just an inkling and he instantly pushes his ass backwards, making me grin to myself; now I’m definitely sure.
I release my grip on his wrists so that I can finally get to touch that smooth stomach. I run my hands up and down his torso, sometimes feather light, sometimes with more pressure. When I finally touch his nipples I am rewarded with a moan and I feel him reach behind me and grab my ass, pulling me even closer to him.
With such sweet reactions I can’t help but continue my assault on his body and I sneak my hand up under his pretty pink top. He shivers when he feels my fingers directly on his warm skin and that makes me shiver in return; this is even better than I dared hope for.
Rule number 5: Once you have initiated the attack, you don’t let go.
I take my time caressing his chest, all the while grinding against him and I feel myself getting harder by the minute. I’m sure he can feel it too, the way I’m moving up and down his ass crack.
When I am ready to explore more of his beautiful body, I slowly slide my hand down and trace the outline of his cock through his jeans. He tenses and starts babbling.
“I really don’t think that-“
“Oh, but I do” I cut him short.
“But the other people-“
“You are in a gay club; do you think we are doing anything they haven’t seen before?”
“N… no…ah!” he yelps when I bite the side of his neck. Enough with all this hesitancy, it’s getting dreary.
“Oh, do that again!” he moans. Why did he even try and object? Stupid kid.
I am happy to oblige and continue biting and licking his neck. He grinds against me with more force and he no longer seems to mind my public fondling of his cock.
I knew that he would give in eventually, of course I did, they all do, but that he would be this eager surprises me and confirms to me that I picked the right guy.
His small moans and sighs turn me on far more than I anticipated and when he lets his hands actually move on my ass and back legs rather than just grab my ass checks, I feel myself getting closer to cuming.
“Come here.” I grunt and drag him with me, off of the dance floor and into the disabled toilet which luckily isn’t occupied. Why in the world they have a disabled toilet in a gay club like this is beyond me but I’m not complaining; it’s oh so handy.
Part 2