He'd been watching Mizael for weeks. Everything about the mortal was compelling: his intelligent blue eyes, his kind smile, the way he carried his sexy athletic body… even the books he read and the subjects he studied. IV followed Mizael whenever he could. Eventually, IV wanted to do more than just watch. And opportunity or perhaps fate had presented itself when the blonde was alone in the library. IV saw the perfect opportunity to initiate a conversation, but what led from a conversation.. led much more. Flirting, it was harmless though right?

Wrong.

IV should never have flirted with Mizael. He definitely should not have kissed him. But he couldn't help it. IV was already intrigued and that kiss had increased things exponentially. And judging by the younger man's reaction, their desire was mutual.

IV had been so tempted to lean in close, to whisper an invitation in his ear, draw the younger man away from the protection of the crowds. To take him where they could be alone and no one could intrude upon them. Mizael would have gone willingly, IV was sure of that. He'd felt how turned on Mizael had been when they kissed earlier, not to mention how Mizael had arched his body into his. The vampire's mouth filled with longing and hunger, his teeth ached with need.

IV craned his neck around the corner and found Mizael instantly, laughing amid a group of men. Some were interested in Mizael, standing too closely to him, giving off what the interlopers probably thought were charming smiles. And Mizael smiled back. IV pushed back the burning jealousy. His lips pulled away, revealing a fierce display of sharp white teeth.

IV knew he had no right to have such thoughts, to be so possessive. But he couldn't help it: he wanted Mizael; perhaps more than he'd ever wanted anything. Even though that desire could be the death of both of them...

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That's when IV approached him, Mizael's eyes peered unto him "You.. what is it you're here for?"

"You ask so many questions," IV murmured; moonlight dancing on his red-yellow hair. "You are a curious one, aren't you?"

"It's a curse," Mizael said. "And you should know I don't quit until I get all the answers I want."

"Then I'll have to find a way to distract you." Though the words sounded almost like a threat, they were spoken in a voice husky with desire. IV drew Mizael close again, causing him to gasp at the contact. But Mizael didn't even attempt to pull away as IV dove in for a kiss. His lips were cool and sweet, yet hungry and demanding. The overall effect was intoxicating.

Mizael had barely recovered from the drug-like, erotic effects of the kiss before he was pulled roughly into an alley shadowed in darkness and shoved not so gently against a wall. The look in the other man's eyes was wicked, seductive and dangerously alluring. Mizael's heart thudded wildly. He knew he should be afraid. But his need negated those feelings… and perhaps his common sense.

"What are you doing?" he gasped.

"Feel me," IV whispered, his hand gripping Mizael's wrist and guiding it down his slim body.

Mizael could feel IV throbbing through his jeans and instinctively squeezed him. IV moaned, the sound like a hungry purr deep in the back of his throat.

"See what you do to me?" IV asked. "This is because of you. What are you going to do about it?"

Mizael licked his lips, unable to believe what he was even contemplating, the risk he was taking. But he didn't care. He had to see IV... he had to feel him. Maybe even more than IV needed to be seen or felt. And so he reached for IV's zipper, the sound seeming to echo in the alley...