Welcome back to the amazing adventures in The Coffin Club, guys~

But seriously, welcome back to Dangerous Tonight.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I hope you all liked Lyle, too. She's quite an interesting character in my mind and I hope you all start to see that as the fic continues on.

I got no reviews for the first chapter, but I was too damned excited to not get this chapter up. I'd like to say a big thanks to octoburfrost for being the first to add this story to their alerts. It means a lot to know that people want to follow it, even if there's only one chapter up so far.

Well, I won't keep you this time around. No long speeches about this or that to give this time.

Warning, though, this chapter gets a little steamy

I hope all of you enjoy your steamy moment with Jagger.

Dangerous Tonight
Vampire Kisses

Jagger Maxwell / OC

Chapter Two

Full On Chemical Reaction

The story of my introduction to archery was quite a simple one. I had seen it in a movie and become obsessed with it. I had bugged my parents, who I had been living with at the time, so much that they relented and let me join the local archery club even if they thought it was a terrible idea for a girl to start learning archery.

But Jagger didn't seem to be bored by the simple story. In fact he hung on every word like I was telling him the way to gain eternal youth.

The two of us continued to drink as I recounted my story and when we were done with one glass, the bartender (who I found out was called Romeo) appeared with another lot for us. It seemed like I was in with a never ending spring of drinks on the club hanging out with Jagger. I had to admit that it was definitely a nice perk. I was saving myself a fortune. The Corpse Revivers weren't the cheapest drinks on the coffin-shaped menu boards.

When I had done with my story of joining archery, and the stories on some of the greater moments in competitions that Jagger had pushed me into telling, I had decided to turn the conversation on Jagger and asked him if he liked sports.

I could guess that he did. It was fairly obvious from the way his eyes lit up as I told him about my archery. I just didn't know what sort of sport he liked.

Soccer, as it turned out. He told me about the many times he had gone to watch a soccer match in the evening with his twin sister and how much he loved watching the sport. I had asked him about why he didn't play it if he loved it so much and he'd returned with a comment on how no soccer coach would let him onto a field with so much metal in his face and that he wasn't going to take his piercings out for anyone, even if it meant he wouldn't get to play soccer.

I had to admire his dedication to not changing himself, even if it stopped him from being able to do some things that he wanted to do.

"My little brother plays soccer," I informed, taking a sip of my cocktail. "He plays in his high school team. He absolutely raves about it. I couldn't tell you anything about it though. I don't know my elbow from my asshole when it comes to soccer," I laughed. I sat in on my brothers training sessions and his games fairly often, but I didn't pay attention all that well. I was there to offer moral support and to bond with my brother since we didn't see each other too often outside of games. And usually I had an essay or some other form of college-related torture with me to finish up. When I wasn't doing my college work, I was wading through piles of it to try and get away from it all.

Jagger laughed along with me. "Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two about it." His head perked up as one song faded and a new song began. "I love this song. Let's go dance." His pale hand grasped my wrist and he pulled me off my stool, dragging me towards the dance floor before I could even think of giving a denial.

"What song is it?" I didn't recognise it. Honestly, I hadn't recognised any of the music that had played tonight.

Heavy metal music was not usually in my playlist.

Jagger gave me an incredulous look, as if not knowing this song was a sin that I should be thrown into jail for. "Dangerous Tonight," he replied when he had finished giving me evils. "By Alice Cooper."

That didn't help at all. I hadn't even heard of Alice Cooper before.

The white-haired man took it upon himself to elbow through the crowd roughly as he led me further onto the dance floor, right into the throng of writhing Goths.

I stuck close to him. Drinking more than a few Corpse Revivers had definitely made me more relaxed over the past hour or so, but there were a lot of people here, all packed together. I was half worried that I was going to get caught on a large spike and impaled or something.

I bumped into Jagger's back when he stopped. He grinned down at me as his hand slid up my arm slowly. His fingers slid under the fabric of my pink button down to stroke the tanned skin of my shoulder.

I bit my lip as my eyes locked with his. Despite his sickly thin body, he had an attractive face and I could easily get lost in those brightly coloured eyes.

And then Alice Cooper (who I assumed was a woman from the name, don't judge a book) began to sing. Jagger leaned forwards a little so I could hear him rasp the words to me as we both began dancing.

"Take another bite
It'll be all right
What's wrong will soon be right
Dangerous Tonight."

I shivered almost violently as his voice washed over me. That husky tone sounded almost chilling as he sang those words to me. I was getting goosebumps on my arms.

His hand skimmed over my shoulder and his fingers began dancing over the skin of my neck and throat.

"Take another sip
Let it kiss your lips
And let a little drip
Onto your thighs."

My mouth went dry as his black painted nails stroked over my slightly parted lips. I wanted to run my tongue over a pale fingertip, suck it into my mouth slowly as our eyes stayed connected. I wasn't brave enough.

He grinned down at me.

"If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed."

I gave a breathy little sound as his smirk widened further and his hand caressed down my throat again, over my chest to press his palm between my breasts. My heartbeat thrummed against his palm in my excitement.

"I'm dangerous, I'm a dying breed
I'm poisonous like a centipede
I'm capable of the foulest deeds
Dangerous at night

I'm dangerous like a razorback
Deadly like a heart attack
Well, I don't bend and I don't crack
Dangerous tonight."

The two of us graduated closer so we could feel the heat of each other's bodies through our layers of clothing. I felt hot, almost feverish as his hands rested on the swell of my hips, pulling me even closer as our bodies swayed together.

I didn't even care that the buckles of his many belts were pressed almost painfully against my stomach with how tightly we were pressed together.

And then his hands caught my own and he spun me around on the dance floor. My skirt flew out around me as I moved and he pulled me back against his chest. His hands, still gripping mine, lowered to rest on my stomach. His grip kept my arms crossed so I couldn't do anything to move away from him. Not like I wanted to at the moment. I was in a haze.

"Take another turn
The rules have all been burned
And you've got tricks to learn
Dangerous tonight"

I felt his lips brush against my neck in a feather light touch and my knees almost buckled. I gave a gasp as his hips pressed forwards and I felt something hard that was definitely not his belt buckles against my back.

"Play another role
Try to lose control
And stain your soul
To red from white

In my mind, oh, a million voice tell me no
Its prime crime time and I gotta let it go"

I was panting softly now, my thighs trembling as his fingers released mine and untucked the front of my pink blouse, sliding under my skirt to trace the band of my lace black panties.

I turned around quickly, pulling his hands out of my skirt and pressing my body against his. My hands slid up into his white hair as his settled on my hips again.

There was no way I'd be getting into such heavy petting in the middle of a dance floor with so many people around to see what was going on. If he wanted that then he would be taking me back to his place. No other options.

Our lust-hazed eyes met again as he continued to sing to me.

"I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a flesh fanatic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight"

He smirked and my eyes descended to his red lips. Were they fangs poking out of his lips?

That was kind of sexy.

"I'm dangerous when the sun goes down
So cross yourself, don't fool around
I'll drag your heart into the ground
Dangerous tonight"

My nails scraped against his scalp as I bit my lip, pressing myself as close to him as I possibly could. Jagger leaned down so his lips were brushing against my pierced ear.

"If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed"

When he pulled back, his eyes looked as if they were flashing red in the clubs lights.

Holy shit, wow…

I licked my dry lips again.

"I'm dangerous, I'm a dying breed
I'm poisonous like a centipede
I'm capable of the foulest deeds
Dangerous at night

I'm dangerous like a razorback
Deadly like a heart attack
Well, I don't bend and I don't crack
Dangerous tonight.

I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a blood bubonic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight"

His lips were almost brushing against mine now and thoughts were running wild in my head. What would they taste like? Would they be soft? Or firm? Would his kiss be gentle? Or rough?

I found out a moment later when his hands slid into my hair, grasping fistfuls as his lips slanted against mine. His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough and lustful. It literally stole my breath away from me.

The two of us kissed in the centre of the dance floor like there weren't hundreds of people pressed against us.

I couldn't tell you who made the first move, but one of us did and soon our tongues were dancing together, too.

He pulled back, his hot breath fanning over my damp lips as his eyes flickered from blue and green to red in the pulsing club lights. Jagger leaned down to brush his lips against my throat. I could feel the points of his fangs scraping gently over my neck and my breath hitched.

I could definitely see why there were so many people obsessed with Vampires, now. Feeling Jagger's fangs scrape against my skin just like a Vampire's was almost addictive. I almost wanted him to bite down on my skin and show me what a Vampire bite would feel like..

A soft sound of shock escaped my throat as Jagger lurched forwards, knocked off balance by a moshing club goer as a louder song began to play. I fell backwards into someone else, who helped me up and asked if I was all right. Then he proceeded to check me out. I'm sure I looked a state with messy blonde hair and an untucked blouse.

I assured him that I was fine with a frazzled little smile then made my way through the crowd. I was hopeful enough to believe that people wouldn't turn around and shank me if I pushed through them back to the bar.

I needed a time out to cool myself down.

If I wasn't careful, there was a chance I would hunt Jagger down and jump him in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn't a good idea. Even if his hooded bedroom eyes told me differently when I gazed into them.

Pressing the back of my hand against my flushed cheek, I cleared my throat as I pushed myself up onto a barstool.

That had been the most violent full on chemical reaction I had ever had with someone. The chemistry was almost explosive.

"Holy shit," I muttered weakly as I lifted a hand to wave over a bartender. Romeo was in front of me in a moment. "Another Corpse Reviver, please."

I felt a presence behind me and a puff of hot air blowing against the back of my neck.

"Rocking dance, huh?" Jagger purred, his voice deep and husky as his thin body pressed against my back. He hadn't calmed down much, if what I felt against my back was anything to go by. Neither had I.

Romeo appeared a moment later and placed my drink down on the counter in front of me. I slipped my hand into my bra to pull out a bill to cover it. A pale, black chipped-nailed hand rested over mine, pushing it down to rest on the counter. "House drink," he said pointedly to Romeo, who disappeared to carry on tending to people who waved their money at him to get his attention.

As I picked up my glass with a free hand, Jagger's fingers traced over the back of the hand I had against the counter top. He slipped the bill out of my grasp and boldly leaned forwards to slip the piece of paper back into my bra.

"You have a cell?" the man asked. "I have to leave soon and I have got to get your number."

A little smirk curled my lips. "It's in the pocket next to my purse." Considering my purse was my left bra cup, my phone holder could only be…

Jagger gave me a mischievous smirk in return as the logic clicked in his mind.

A minute and a little giggling (on my part only) later, Jagger was leant against the bar with a self-satisfied smirk, my phone in his hands as he fiddled with it. "I've got a lot to do tonight. I'd totally stick around and play if I could." His blue and green eyes met with mine and he pursed his lips. "But the reason I'm over here in the first place is creeping up and I can't let it slide."

"I'm sure we can organise another playdate." I was hoping we could organise another playdate. I was excited at the prospect of getting to play with Jagger again. He was fun.

"Definitely." Jagger pushed himself off the edge of the bar and boldly leaned over to slide his hand into my bra to deposit my phone. "I run the graveyard shift. If the sun's up, I'm not," he warned, still leaning close to me. His breath tickled against my damp lips.

I nodded slowly in understanding as the word sunk into my lust-hazed brain. It wasn't all that strange to me, I decided after a moments thought on why he'd work a graveyard shift. If Jagger worked here, then he'd need to work nights. It was a drawback of working bars. I knew only too well because I had spent many weekends working nights at the local bar in Pineville. The last thing you wanted after an entire night of working was to be woken up during the day. I'd suffered that particular evil many times in the past.

"I'll be expecting a call some time soon, babe. Don't disappoint." Jagger leaned forwards to steal a kiss from me then disappeared off into the crowd.

He would definitely be getting his call.

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