Haha, now I've done it all. From werewolves to pirates...I guess the vampires were an inevitability, right?

Inspired by Vampire: the Masquerade tabletop rpg. It's more World of Darkness than it is the Eos world, really, so in case you're not familiar with WoD, it's a concept where the supernatural cohabits the world with us humans. The creatures of the night prowl and prey among us, within their own societies, influencing ours. The World of Darkness is a darker version of an existing world, where things like addictions, corruption, crime, drugs and hedonism are more common, and the borderline of humanity becomes more blurry.

More on VtM after the text.

Promnis.

Nothing too graphic.

Skin Deep: Stranger at the Nightclub

Prompto's eyes slid closed in relishing the feel of the low bass resonating in his chest; in his ear, the purer, echoless sound of the music, making his head move with the beat in a subconscious surrender to the sound. Nimble fingers flicked the switches on the control board, fading out the last rhythms of the song as the intro of the next one mixed into it gradually.

The club wasn't too crowded; it was still a bit early, not even midnight. The party people would usually flood the place in the wee hours of the morning. It didn't mean Prompto didn't enjoy the mood already, though. The dazzling lights were speckling the dozen-something people on the dance floor, hands clapped to the music, people were singing along as hips swayed.

Suddenly, a strange shiver had the hairs in the back of his neck rising at the sudden feeling of being watched. On an instinct, his gaze went to the group of five girls dancing short ways from his booth. The ladies were obviously enjoying themselves: they had been occupying the dance floor for the majority of the evening, had requested him to play some of their favorite songs, he had even received a phone number. But the girls weren't looking at his direction, they were engrossed with each other as one of them had leaned in to speak to her friends over the music. The feeling was still there.

Trying not to think too much of it, Prompto nonetheless let his eyes go around the club in a seemingly casual manner. He was still holding the headphone to his right ear, his head jamming to the music lightly as his gaze swept over the-

It was almost painful, the way his heart skipped a beat, a strangled gasp slipping out as he met a gaze across the room. In the VIP lounge sat a man. The three top-most buttons of the elegant dress shirt were left undone, the milky skin beneath taking a cool hue under the fluorescent lights. The light brown hair was neatly spiked up in the front and came down to frame his picturesque face at the sides. And the gaze that currently held him prisoner -bold and keen and so utterly captivating- Prompto didn't think he could escape it even if he wanted to. A bead slid down his throat in time with the stranger blinking just once, the gaze narrowing, a sliver of excitement slipping into the smirk on the man's face as he raised his wine glass in a greeting.

His world came to a still. The sounds, the light, the time seemed to get pushed aside as the other man seemed to reach out to him across the room despite never moving a muscle other than bringing the glass up to his lips - those perfectly shaped lips that curled at the edge, and Prompto found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips as something like a brush and a breath grazed the back of his neck-

A part of Prompto wanted to protest as the bond was severed. The man's eyes slid shut as he turned to talk to someone, his attention now on his conversational partner, as if Prompto had never been there. That part of him wanted to stomp across the floor right now, and grab that man and pull him close, to find out exactly what kissing him was like, what that smooth skin felt like under his fingers, what kind of eyes he would look at him with then…

His reason won, though. Masking his disappointed sigh into a soft snort, Prompto returned his attention to his laptop, the tracklist on the screen. The current song was drawing to its end and he hadn't queued a suitable follow-up. He knew exactly what he wanted to hear now, though, and typing only the first four letters into the search bar, Prompto selected a sultry reggaeton, the gradually building tempo of the music conveying exactly what he would have wanted to do without his clothes on right about now. He swayed with the music a little, imagining running his hands up the pale skin, drowning himself in that gaze as his heated skin met the other's, silently savoring the delicious tension that had gathered in his nether regions as the bass pounded against his ribcage enticingly. The dance floor had filled up with the first tunes of the track, people moving against each other in all but innocent ways as the temperature of the room climbed higher.

And as Prompto's gaze eventually drifted back towards the vicinity of the VIP booth, his heart jumped again at the man looking at him.

For the rest of the night, Prompto stole an occasional glance towards the lounge every so often. As the clock turned to the early morning hours, the club had filled up, the dance floor now a sea of swaying people, tangled hair and entwining bodies as the sexy beats brought out their primal side.

The booth had filled up as well. The man was talking with a few other patrons, Prompto noted. From the looks of it, they seemed involved somehow, and for reasons Prompto didn't dare to start figuring out even for himself, that seemed to bring forth a twitch of irritation in him. He wasn't usually one to get that infatuated, he wasn't one for jealousy. He liked to swing it, keep all his doors open, not to make commitments and...not to fish in the wrong waters. But...he had caught the man's gaze every so often. A few times, when his eyes had wandered towards the lounge, he had met those eyes of abaddon again, watching him, and the man hadn't turned away.

Prompto made a point not to look as the party vacated the VIP booth some twenty-ish minutes before the last call. The evening was running out, but the electricity of the night had made sure he wouldn't be getting any sleep in a good few hours. All but too eager to wrap this up and go home, take a shower and work away the throbbing that had assaulted his groin for what seemed like forever already, Prompto grinned lecherously at his own thoughts as he faded in the second-to-last track of the evening.

As the lights went out, the music died down and the bouncers guided the last of the customers out of the door, Prompto carefully stuffed his belongings into his DJ bag. Throwing his bartender colleagues a cheery 'byes', the blond headed to the staff's exit.

The cool night-air greeted him as Prompto stepped onto the side alley; a small shiver ran down his spine at the breeze. It...was the breeze, right? For some reason, the same tingling feeling of eyes on him was back again, although less intense. He must have been imagining it, anyway, he came to understand, with a small pang of disappointment, as he scanned the alley up and down (hopefully), and saw no-one. "Tch." What was with him, anyway? It wasn't like he didn't exchange the bedroom eyes with a myriad of people on a regular basis. Sometimes it led to something, sometimes it didn't. So why did he feel almost cheated when the distant eros had walked out of his life without never really visiting it in the first place?! He was overreacting. He was clearly overreacting. Determined to push it out of his head -with a fast-paced, raging intense jerk-off as soon as he got home- Prompto stepped onto the street.

He had walked for only a few blocks, though, when the sight of that man from the club leaning to a wall had his breath hitching again. Just outside a late-night taco place, the man was looking at his phone in a seemingly bored fashion. Prompto didn't know why but his first impression was that the man was waiting for something. (Someone.)

(Him?)

Strangling the swell of false hope fluttering in his chest, Prompto told himself sternly to back off. No way the guy would be just hanging around here waiting for him. How could he have possibly even known Prompto would come this way? It was simply a coincidence. And besides, the young man reminded himself, he had left with company. Maybe someone was just ordering some food and the man was waiting outside. No way he was here for him.

But as the gaze -green, Prompto could now tell. So luminous, brisk green- rose from the screen and turned to him for the umpteenth time that night, Prompto's upper body muscles tightened. But it was nothing compared to the strain in his chest as a smile spread onto those lips at a warm look of recognition.

"Well, good evening." Fuck, that voice! Low, satin with a soft rasp to it. Prompto made a quiet sound in the back of his throat.

"Uh, hi," he gave a small wave of a hand. "You...were at Oceano club earlier, right?"

"Indeed. Quite pleasant. And I must say, I enjoyed your taste in music."

The blond wanted to step on his toes at the warm sensation spreading over his face and neck. Really? Blushing now? What, was he a virgin or something? "Thanks...I, I do some remixes myself."

"Oh? Did we perhaps hear some of that tonight then?"

Encouraged, Prompto named some tracks that he had tuned up a bit for the night, and the man nodded, although it didn't really give away if he was actually aware of the titles or not.

"Could I perhaps offer you a drink?" the stranger asked, with unconcealed suggestion in his tone, and did he just imagine it or was there a flash of something sparking amongst the emerald? "That is, if you're not in a hurry. It is quite the time."

Quite the time, his ass. Prompto wouldn't miss this chance for the world. "Yeah. Sure. Thanks." Then, he remembered something. "Is that alright, though? I don't wanna interrupt anything," the blond peeked inside the eatery in case some of the men he had seen at the VIP lounge was in there.

As if the man had read his thoughts, he shrugged, "If you're referring to the company from earlier, I assure you there is no problem."

He couldn't believe his luck. Not only was this man asking him out, he was also hinting at having no restrictions. "Then, yeah. Sure. I, uh, that'd be great," he grinned, shrugging. "I'm Prompto. Prompto Argentum." He offered his hand.

"Ignis Scientia."

Scientia. He would commit that name to memory.

He would be screaming it out later that night if the stars were aligned right.

"Well then. Might I suggest a place I know near here? I dare say the atmosphere there is rather inviting."

He hadn't missed the subtle stress Ignis had put on the last word. Excited to see where this would go, Prompto's grin took a suggestive edge. "That's it then. Lead the way."

Ignis took them to a hotel bar. Prompto was more the kind to visit the casual pubs and walk-in terraces, but he could see why this place would appeal to someone like Ignis. Expensive-looking interior, dark wallpapers with ornamental print on them. Hardwood bar decorated with lowly lit shaded lamps and real-stone statues of bare women. Couches and armchairs as seats. The dance floor in front of the band stage was polished parquet that formed a massive compass needle onto the flooring. Everything about it spelled 'splendor', and Prompto found himself wondering why Ignis was at a place like Oceano tonight in the first place.

Wasting no time, the brunet led him to the bar. "What would you like to drink?"

"Uhm…" The sky eyes went around the brand bottles. "I think I'll just have a beer."

"As you wish," the brunet nodded. "And red wine for me, please." The bartender handed out the drinks, and Ignis slid a bill over the counter, telling him to keep the change. Impressed, not as much by the generosity but by the apparent wealth of his company, Prompto ogled the retreating back as Ignis headed towards a table. That had been a hundred dollar bill.

"You rich or something?" Prompto chuckled, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the bar. Ignis simply shrugged dismissively. He never answered the question.

"I happen to frequent this place. Nevermind the cost. Please, have a seat." Prompto sat down on a firm, leather-furnished armchair. Distracting himself from the curious pair of eyes observing him from a couple yards away, the blond took a few gulps of his beer, waiting for the man to talk first.

"So, Prompto," the said man drew in a silent breath at the sound of his name falling from this man's lips, "what else do you do besides music?"

"Take pictures," Prompto replied nonchalantly. "I'm a freelance photographer. You know, for 'papers and such."

Ignis seemed pleased. "Fascinating. You're quite the artist then, I take it?"

"Yeah, I guess," the blond chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, then taking another gulp of his beer.

It was magical, the way Ignis seemed to draw in everything he said. Like a hawk, his attention never wavered as Prompto told him about his work, his music, how he dreamed of becoming a music producer. When he ran out of drink, Ignis kindly refused any offers that Prompto would be happy to pay for his own drink and instead insisted that he had invited him to sit with him, and what kind of a host would he be if his guest had to pay for his own drink. So the next one was brought to him, and although Ignis had never voiced it, it had become painstakingly clear that yes, Ignis Scientia was indeed filthy-rich.

And the more they talked, the more he seemed to enjoy the man's company. He was certainly quite the looker, polite, interested to hear him out, and had a sassy sense of humor too. Alluring, if Prompto had to put it in words, and he found himself becoming increasingly interested in this man, and he swore to god, this courtship was all nice and all, but if they weren't going to fuck reasonably soon he would burst!

It never registered that Ignis hadn't touched his wine.

When the brunet, noting the time to be closer to early morning hours already, less than inconspicuously suggested a room, Prompto was about ready jump him there in the lobby. Holding his horses, though, he stepped into the elevator, and they rode up in silence, a respective foot or two between them as neither tried to make eye contact. In the same manner, Ignis stepped out as they arrived to their floor, not looking behind him to see if he followed, and now of all times Prompto begun second-guessing himself. Was Ignis even interested in him in the first place? He had been so...charming earlier, but the way he was now, almost like he didn't exist, had Prompto on his toes a little.

But as Ignis stopped before their door, and turned to wait for him, that molten-gold smile back on his face and his eyes twinkling with the wicked promise...Prompto's heart soared. He had never walked with such long strides in his life as he crossed the distance. Ignis pushed the door open, challenge in his eyes as he motioned him to enter, and Prompto's teeth nibbled his lips at the urge to kiss him then and there.

He stepped in before him, though - only to freeze at the sight of the luxurious room. The tall glass panel wall gave a perfect view over the city. On the floor there were animal skins, and Prompto didn't doubt for a moment whether they were real. The numerous couches seemed like they could swallow a man up into their soft confines. There was a starry sky of led lights planted into the ceiling. "Wow…!"

Behind him, Ignis had closed the door. "Do you like it?"

"It's incredible!" Prompto breathed out, unable to tear his eyes from the sight of it. He had only ever seen such opulence in pictures, only ever dared to dream of experiencing it himself. And here he was. So blown away by the splendor he didn't notice Ignis had come to stand right behind him.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

His breath hitched at the sensation of a breath on his neck; he spun around. Ignis was so close to him. And the way he had said that...there had been something dangerous in that, a thrilling undertone of hunger Prompto could now see coating those eyes. Like Ignis was trying to hold back. Their breaths mingled in the vicinity of one another.

"Prompto…"

Done with wasting time, Prompto closed the distance, wanting this man so bad he thought he was going to lose his mind. Clashing their lips together, a hungry, greedy, sloppy kiss at first, Prompto pulled the man flush against himself. Only then did it register that Ignis's body, Ignis's lips, they were...surprisingly cool. Cold, really. An intoxicating contrast to the searing kiss the man was now pulling him into.

Ignis's tongue had coaxed his, now dancing with it as he tasted the flesh offered to him. And it was like Prompto had fallen under a spell, for the desire to let this man have him, to be his at any way he wanted made Prompto moan into to the mouth that was stripping him of his reason with extreme precision.

The leather-covered fingers slipping beneath his shirt were the last straw. Feeling for his muscles as they trailed up his back, beneath his arm, found the perked nipple. Prompto broke the kiss a little, panting against his cheek as Ignis's other hand grabbed his ass. "I-Ignis…"

"Hush now, love," the breath was ghosting over his ear; Prompto's eyes squeezed shut at the nibbling of his lobe. "There's no need to fear…"

Fear...Prompto could fucking die right now, and he wouldn't care as long as Ignis's touch remained.

"Say that you are mine."

"Wha-what…?" Prompto muttered, dazzled.

"Tell me that you're mine. Give into me, and I promise, you'll feel better than you ever have in your entire life."

Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was the booze. But as those words were out, Prompto knew instantly them to be true, and more than anything, he wanted to just go with it. It went against his nature a bit, he usually wasn't that submissive. But Ignis...the way he smelled -strongly of musk and sandalwood, with an earthy undertone like ashes- ...and the way those hands explored his skin expertly as if he knew each and every place Prompto enjoyed being pleasured at...he found himself wanting to let go. To allow this man anything he had to offer and just enjoy this. "O-okey."

"Hn? What is it, darling?"

"I-I'm yours. Nevermind..anything, just...have me." The shaky intake in his ear left him shivering; that had sounded ferocious. Ignis's grip of him tightened, he was pulled closer.

"Prompto…"

A hand rose into his hair; it cupped his ear before sliding down his cheek, to the back of his neck. Prompto didn't resist as his head was bent to the side a little, to allow the nibbling lips on his collar a better access. A soft moan slid his eyes closed at the sensation of hot breath on his skin.

White-hot agony exploded on his neck, slicing through his haze of arousal like a burning blade. "Aaghh!" Instinct had him trying to escape it, only to find that he was being held firmly in place. "Wha-what are you…doin'?!" It hurt. Like someone was pushing a piece of glass into his flesh.

Saw-edge slivers of darkness washed across his mind, and through his struggles, his whimpers, there was the sound of sucking.

'He is...oh god, he is…'

Primal panic coursed through him. This couldn't be happening! It was impossible…! All but paralyzed with fear, Prompto's inhale was a shuddering pant. And even so, alongside the pain blossomed a warm sensation, a pleasure that seemed to originate from that very same searing. Dulling it, pushing everything else aside as the intensity of it broke through. An orgasmic high, like he was being plunged into the ecstacy -it was making him lightheaded. "Ah...aahh…" In his ears, there was a loud grunt. One of relief and rapture, and Ignis bit deeper.

The sensation rose in him like a tsunami. Prompto only barely registered the shifting hands on his body as he was lost in absolute euphoria. In his ears, his own uncontrollable moans asking for more, Ignis's heavy breaths, the man flush against him, the previously cold touch now heated, dancing on his skin. He couldn't move, he couldn't even breathe. All that existed was the trembling of his body as his mind washed white with pleasure.

Something felt soft, incredibly soft against his cheek. He moaned a little as he subconsciously snuggled into the comfort. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. Thoroughly at ease, like he had been melted and molded back together, all flaws gone. So completely satisfied...

As more of his senses awakened, however, the first questionable thing he noticed was a parched feeling in his throat. 'Wow...what's that about? Like...after screaming at a gig…'

He opened his eyes a little, his face still pressed into the silken feeling - a pillow. The grandiose space above him was speckled with led light stars. Streaks of daylight poured in through the blinds. "Eh?"

The last night came rushing back.

That guy - Ignis! Where was he? Supporting himself onto his elbows, he scanned the room. The man wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Hello?" There was no answer, and Prompto visibly winced at the pang of disappointment.

Where was Ignis? He couldn't remember. They had come to the hotel together, he remembered wanting Ignis...but what after that? Had something happened? A brief glance down his unclothed chest had his heart leaping a little. Naked...so did that mean…? "Tch." Slumping back down with a hiss of irritation, Prompto turned onto his back and brought an arm over his eyes. His lips pulled back into a snarl.

A one-night-stand or not, he would have thought the man to at least have the courtesy to stay until he woke up. Not take what he wanted and dump him like a used cloth. And yet he couldn't bring himself to be bitter, or mad at Ignis. If anything, there was a hollow longing in his chest, his skin crawling at the memento of the touch. The sex...he couldn't remember that much of it. Not any of it, really. Just the mind-blowing pleasure. Whoa. It must have been intense. Prompto was sure last night had been the best sex he had ever had.

And Ignis was gone.

Frustrated, he kicked the satin covers -satin fucking covers, that posh prick!- off, and got up from the bed. Eyeing all the grandeur like it had done something to personally offend him, Prompto already felt like tossing one of those damned pillows across the room when something caught his eye.

On the coffee table sat a fine bottle of champagne in a cooler, and leaning against it a note. On the chair were his clothes, neatly folded into a pile.

Curious more than anything, Prompto wrapped a bedsheet around his waist, letting it drape behind him as he walked to the table. As he picked the note up, his eyebrows rose at the pristine bottle of Bollinger.

Dear Prompto,

Thank you for the magnificent evening.

My apologies, I cannot be there with you

when you read this. I'm afraid I must make my leave.

Please find enclosed your clothes. I have also arranged so that

at any time you so wish, you're free to have the room service

provide you with breakfast. Should you require anything else,

help yourself to any services you desire.

I would be delighted to see you again.

- I.

Prompto had to reread the words on the paper a few times. 'Delighted to see you again.'

Ignis would be delighted to see him again!

Prompto threw his fist in the air a little as he did a small victory dance. Holy hell, he didn't know what had happened but he was falling hard! This man -Ignis- he was...Prompto couldn't even find the words for it. Dreamy? Yes, the man was dreamy. Gorgeous. And the mere thought of a retake of last night...his toes were curling already.

A wide grin plastered onto his heated face, Prompto carefully folded the note before his eyes went to the bottle.

Wouldn't do to waste it, right?

He left the hotel three hours later.

He never ordered breakfast.

About Vampire: the Masquerade. In that world, vampires drink blood (human is preferred, but animals will do, too, although they provide less nutrition and don't taste as good) and are unable to consume human food. They have various powers that ease the task of hunting, too. Here, at least two game skills, Dominate and Presense, are used subtly, to make the vampire seem very pleasing to the target as well as provide the victim with an innate will to obey. It is not necessary, however, for the vampire to kill their victim. Killing might not be the best course of action, either, since in most cases, the bite causes the prey to feel extreme euphoria that wipes their mind and memories of being bitten. Licking the wound is enough to close it, and mere few sips is enough to nourish a vampire. Also, in some cases, it might even be handy to leave food sources around for further visits, since, even if the human would figure out that they are being bitten by a vampire, on occasion they have already developed an addiction to the bliss of the bite and would offer themselves of their own free will. (This what happened to Prompto, lol.)

Also, not all vampires behave as elegantly as Iggy does. There are feral vampires, there are vampires that despise all humanity (unlike Iggy, who values humans' genuine well-being). It has a lot to do with the clan a vampire happens to be added to at birth (when they're made) as well as their personalities. Ignis belongs to the clan Ventrue (please let me know if you knew this before now! I was dearly hoping someone would guess it!), who are usually of high social class, classical noblesse and the aristocrats of the vampire society. Old blood, old power, old money. The Ventrue hold etiquette and the vampire society's inner rules to the highest value, and are often highly influential. The Ventrue would prefer to keep the vampiric world hidden from humans, and although perhaps not exactly respectful of humans, they see no particular interest in enslaving or slaughtering the mankind. They often keep a small circle of humans around themselves, though, to gain easy access to food.

I'm leaving this open for now, since I dunno, I'm not really keen on it right now, but in case I feel like coming back to this some time later, it's good to have it at a point where I can bring forth the Next Night.

Thank you for reading. Stay safe everyone. Remember: just because you ain't seeing it, doesn't mean it ain't seeing you.