Pleasure Victim ©2011.12 Chaotic Works Inc. by Nytshaed.

Title: Pleasure Victim
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed
Fandom: NIN, OC
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual
Status: Incomplete. Work in Progress.
Archive: On Chaoticworks.com only. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: So far no.
Other websites: http://www.chaoticworks.com/fiction/
Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, and Trent belongs to the Ether.
Notes:
Summary: AJ calls a friend over for an evening of fun and games.
Warnings: None

AJ feeling bored, lonely and most importantly, horny one night, sat along in his penthouse overlooking the city lights below. After a long perisod of contemplation, he pulls out a cel phone and makes a call. Whispering into the phone when it is answered. He then smiles as he closes it. An hour later, AJ looks up as there is a soft knock on his door. He rises from the leather couch, moving like liquid night in his black leathers and answers the door. A smile crosses his handsome face as he greets his guest, "Hey."

AJ then opens the door fully, offering entrance and watches with a wolf's gaze as the tall slender man enters the room. The guest offers AJ a razor grin as he moves into the suite, and looks around. AJ closes the door, and after sliding the bolt into place with an authoritative "kachunk" he follows his guest over to the bar where he is now leaning. AJ's eyes roam over the slim form. A tight round ass tightly wrapped in black leather like his own, upper body covered in a blacknet shirt under leather jacket. A flash of pink traces across AJ's lips as he moves up close, and whispers in an ear. "Thirsty?" he asks as his hands slip around the hips in front of him.

"Yeah," comes the quiet, breathy reply from Trent as he tosses his long bangs out of his eyes, and looks over his shoulder as AJ continues to stroke his hips, "Whatcha got?"

AJ's grin in return to the question is pure evil, and after keeping his eyes locked with Trent's, he places a hard bite on Trent's shoulder, and slips around behind the bar. "I got it all man, name your poison." Trent maintains his sultry half lidded stare, and whispers, "La Fae Verte'" . AJ nods approvingly, and turns to the glass cabinet behind the bar to retrieve the needed items.

After unlocking the cabinet, he sets down first a bottle of Lasalla Spanish Absinthe, then the two Belle Epoch glasses with matching spoons. Trent runs a pale, slim index finger up and down the purplish curves of the antique glass in front of him as AJ positions first the spoons, the sugar cubes, then pours a large dose for each of them.

As AJ reaches for the crystal decanter of ice water, at the same time so does Trent. AJ's eyes flicker with an odd light as Trent's hand covers his and sexual electricity sparks between the two men. AJ pauses and narrows his own eyes, losing himself in the returned stare. "Let me pour," Trent whispers as he lifts the decanter, his hand still covering AJ's and fills the two glasses slowly. The water mixes with the greeness in the glasses, and louches into a white opalness.

AJ sets the decanter down with Trent's hand still lingering on his own. The two remain frozen there for a long moment, then with his free hand, Trent tips first one spoon, then the other into the cocktails and stirs them around, disolving the sugar into the absinthe. Once they are mixed, he takes a glass and hands it first to AJ, then takes the second for himself. There is a soft "clink" as they propose a silent toast, and then entwine arms like newlyweds, each serving the other.

AJ locks his eyes with Trent's and both men keep drinking without pause until both glasses of the potent drug are are consumed. Simultaneously licking the sugar from their lips, two pairs of lips are wetted, then slowly moved together for a gentle sucking kiss.

AJ purrs deep in his throat as his lips pull at Trent's, and his right hand lifts to grip Trent's hair behind his head and pull him tighter to him as his tongue slips past Trent's lips to mingle with his. A feral snarl rumbles in Trent's throat as he kisses back, hard, then quickly he bites down on AJ's lower lip, drawing blood.

AJ's return growl is deeper and more aggressive as he grips Trent's head with both hands now, and returns the bite, using his sharp canines. Trent moans in reply, and tries to pull back, but resisting AJ's strength is futile. AJ holds him fast and after administering the return bite, sucks eagerly at the crimson flow as it seeps forth. He tastesthe copperiness of Trent's blood coat his tongue and a twinge stirs in his groin. He smiles and when he is finished tasting Trent, he slowly brakes the kiss with a few gently sucks of Trent's lower lip before leaning back slightly. Trent stares at him with smouldering eyes, and brushes his bangs back out of his eyes, "So that's how it's going to be tonight, eh?"

AJ nods slowly and reaching out to take Trent's right hand in his, lifts the pale index finger to his lips and slips it into his mouth. Sucking on the tip as he peers out from under his own long bangs he smiles, nodding silently. While still sucking on Trent's finger, he leads him around the bar and towards the back of the penthouse suite.