Adrian watched Joe watching Evelyn and Jake. He wasn't worried about Jake. He knew the little bitch only had eyes for this mortal boy. Besides, she'd shied of marking him once. Something about vampire blood being poisonous! Poppycock! Even the Baron could teach her that wasn't true.

Yes, she only had eyes for....

Adrian leaned across the table towards Joe until the boy couldn't ignore him any longer. He looked back at the vampire through strands of stray hair. Adrian locked onto his gaze.

Ask me to dance, he ordered.

Joe blinked.

"Uh, you wanna dance?" he asked.

Adrian leaned back and smiled. "Delighted," he answered. He ignored Gideon's frown and took Joe's arm.

Where we goin'? asked Joe when they were half way across the club.

To the washroom. You don't want to do anything in a public place, he reminded the boy. He sent back the postcard Joe had sent him earlier. It was an advantage having the boy's own fantasies to seduce him with.

The men's bathroom was not well lit, which Adrian appreciated. He hated the way movie theaters and bars had low lighting and then the washrooms were brighter than daylight. It also had more stalls with doors than any other men's room he'd seen in a bar.

Adrian stepped into a stall and Joe followed him. His expression was unreadable under his fall of orange hair, but he shut the door and shot the bolt.

Cameras, thought Adrian suddenly. Should he be worried about surveillance cameras in here? He knew they sometimes used them to deter just this sort of thing.

No, said Joe, Evelyn says this place seems to do everything it can to encourage this sort of thing.

Adrian was afraid mentioning Evelyn's name would bring Joe back to his senses, but Joe bent to kiss Adrian, and his fingers raked down Adrian's shirt to his fly. He dropped on his knees before the vampire, just like his mental image had promised.

Adrian pressed is palms against the walls of the stall to avoid being knocked over. Joe was no bi-curious neophyte! Adrian shuddered as at least one of his needs was being met, but although this was satisfying in one sense, he was still hungry. The only problem was that, in this position, Adrian couldn't get his fangs into Joe's neck, or any other part of him. He was almost prepared to forego that pleasure, the current one being intense enough, when the image of Evelyn's disdainful, smug little smile floated up before his mind's eye.

Adrian pushed Joe's head away and hauled him to his feet. He shoved him roughly into the door and then pulled him down by his collar so that his knees were bent and he was forced to lean on the door for support. Both Joe's hands went to the side walls to keep him from falling. His fly was already open and Adrian grasped him with one hand, while the other pushed Joe's head and hair to one side so he could bite.

Joe very politely did not scream. He made a growl and a gasp and Adrian felt him spend. He flung the boy face first against the side wall with more strength than he had meant to use and wrenched his jeans down to finish off his lust.

When he was done Adrian quickly fixed his clothes. He gave Joe, who was still leaning on the wall with his forehead against the cool metal, a manly pat on the back and left.