Chapter One

A man watched as Logan lead Curtis up to the row of private rooms at the very top floor of the club. He appeared to be in his early to mid-forties, with a thick yellow buzz hair cut that along with his demeanor made him appear very military. He quickly caught the attention of the women behind the bar.
“Have they been here before?” He asked too softly for most people to hear.
“The older one has, but only twice over the last 3 years,” she replied, just as softly.
“But I’ve saw him when he was a lot younger at the club I ran in New York 15 years ago. He was one of our more normal regulars back then.”
“He knows you?”
The women shock her head, “I’ve always made sure people like him have trouble remembering my face and voice. At most I’d be vaguely familiar to him.”
“That much?”
She nodded, “He’s one of the few ones, I’ve found truly intriguing in recent times.”
“Would you ever consider having him join our little group?”
She laughed, “Never seriously! He reminds me far too much of your Nick to ever do it. No matter how much fun you have had in Nicks’ company.”
“Nick is coming around,” He told her, half way between amusement and irritation. “No matter what he does to get away from us, Nick can’t bring himself to fully leave me. And now....”
“So it’s true?” She asked, a little surprised. Watching him carefully. “Come now, Luciean. We’ve been good friends for thousands of years, you know you can trust me.”
“I know,” he said, giving her one of his rare true smiles. “If it hadn’t been for you, after I’d first gotten rid of Diva I properly wouldn’t be here.”
“And I’m still the only person who knows, how weak you were back then correct?”
He just sighed vaguely and nodded. Both had been surprised they ended up trusting each other as much as they did, but he always thought they had needed someone from their own time. Someone who understood what it was like to be mortal then, and someone who didn’t understand the new eras as much as the other.

Logan was still gently leading him along the balcony, as Curtis began to wonder if he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if he’d ever done anything like this before and there was still plenty of time for him to easily back out - if he wanted to. Looking at the man in front of him, Curtis decided he wanted the other man too much to leave now.
There had been very few men Curtis had ever been quite so attracted to. Just enough to let him know he was truly bisexual, but not enough for him to ever do much about it. And while he had been happily married, he hadn’t wanted to act on his feelings, but now.......
Looking into the empty rooms, as they passed them. Logan tried to work out what he should suggest. Something safe, he decided, kinky was definitely out tonight considering how nervous the other man appeared. So he finally decided upon a room dominated by the bed in one corner and a massage area in the other.
Pointing to the oils lined up next to the wall. “We should start there. To help relax a little......”he suggested.
Curtis stepped into the room, pulling Logan in with him. Kissing Logan as the door closed behind them. He starting undoing Logan’s shirt, creasing his chest before Curtis could change his mind. Without any extra promoting Logan started to undress him, working on Curitis’ shirt considerably faster than he was managing on Logans.
Clothes were shed and dropped as they moved across the room, towards the oils. Logan made Curtis sit on a soft towel covered mattress on the floor, before starting to pick out an oil to use. Curtis watched him slowly sniff each bottle, taking his time with each one much to Curtis growing annoyance.
“Must you take so long,” he tasked, starting to sound annoyed.
Logan turned slightly to look at him, vaguely amused. “Yes, the oils smell makes a lot of difference to the mood.”
“Don’t you have a favorite one?”
“A few....”
“You should go for one those and not bother trying them all.”
“The wait is part of the fun,” Logan told him, his amusement more obvious. “Be patient and we’ll have a lot more fun in the long run. It isn’t as if there’s a time limit on how long we can stay in this run.”
Curtis signed, still irritated by the wait. But settled himself back on the bed, concentrating himself to watch Logan’s naked body. As Logan continued to work his way through the bottles of oils, before deciding on one after almost 15 minutes. Turning back to find Curtis lying on his back.
“This one should be more than enough....” Logan said, standing still staring. “Back first?”
Curtis slowly turned over onto his back, purposely showing off for Logan. The irritation at being kept waiting quickly turning into arousal as he thought of what Logan wanted to do to him. And all of the things he wanted to do in return. Logan moved towards Curtis, warming the bottle of oil in his hands.
“Lets get started, then?” Logan asked, kneeing besides Curtis. And slowly drizzlingly a little oil over his back.

LaCroix sat watching people, drinking a glass of blood and red wine. Thinking about Nick and wondering if Nick was ever going to understand why he had to teach him the lesson in such a violent way. In time LaCroix was sure he would, but how long...

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