Part 4

If Beth had just taken a moment to stop and think she might have realised that rushing over to Mick's to tell him that she had just been to see Josef, who had told her everything, was kind of the equivalent of waving a red flag at a bull. But all Beth could think of at that moment was how she was finally going to show Mick, show him that she could be trusted to know about 'vampire things', that she wasn't like all the rest, she didn't need to be protected from this sort of thing, she was Beth, understanding, dependable Beth.

Reaching the lobby of his apartment building she pressed on the Elevator button marked up impatiently, finally deciding to take the stairs, mounting them two at a time. Mick heard...and smelt her arrival, bracing himself he waited for her to knock, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Mick", she looked up at him with that tender gaze that had moved him to distraction so many times before, all the tension flowed out of his body and he reached out and pulled her towards him, wrapping her up in his embrace. They stayed like that, enjoying the closeness of each other, for a few moments before Mick spoke.

"Where did you go?"

"I went to see Josef", at the sound of his friends name Beth felt a noticeable tremor run through Mick's body. She stepped back and took Mick by the hand, leading him over to the couch.

"Mick, sit down ok, please" he didn't say a word, just placed himself obediently next to the open space she had indicated next to her. She reached out and placed one hand on his leg, holding his gaze with all the reassurance she could muster.

"Mick, its ok Josef told me everything"

She was not prepared for the force of his reaction. Mick suddenly leapt to his feet a primal roar erupting from his throat "He WHAT!!"

"Mick, no wait you don't understand, it's ok, I'm trying to tell you that it's ok, I understand" she pleaded with him desperately, trying to get the situation back under control again.

But Mick was having none of it "he had No Right, no Goddamn Right at all....I'm gonna kill him...I am. Going. To. Fucking kill him" Beth reached out to try and stop him just as he moved towards the door, ignoring her protests he shoved her roughly aside and raced out of the apartment.

If Mick had just stopped to think for one moment he would have realised that he was just looking for an excuse to see Josef, even if that excuse was tearing him limb from limb, and Beth had provided the perfect outlet for him.

Mick covered the distance to Josef's house in record time, running through the streets with a speed that surprised even him. Reaching the house and finding no signs of life inside he began banging loudly on the doors and windows, rushing from one to the other and back again, pounding and shouting for Josef to "Get out here you bastard, get out here right now".

Mick heard the click of the front door latch, watched as it tentatively opened a crack and Josef's attendant, who Mick could never remember the name of, peered out.

"He's not here Mr St John"

"Well where the hell is he then", Mick snarled in response.

"Gone out for the night sir, to the Electric Hellfire Club" he started to give Mick the address.

"Yeah I know where it is" without so much of a word of thanks or apology for making enough noise to awaken both the dead and undead alike he turned and moved with lightning speed towards the club...anger mixed with desire mixed with hatred mixed with passion coursing through him.

Josef looked down at the nubile young freshie now lying prone across his lap, she had told him her name was Sabrina and he had teased her about being a teenage witch just before he sunk his fangs into her neck, eliciting a sharp cry of pain and pleasure from her. He felt strange; his senses were heightening even for a Vampire, sudden rushes of heat and electricity crashed over him in waves. The freshie opened her eyes and looked up at him, only then did he notice how dilated her pupils were, how her eyes glazed and glittered in the light. What was it this time, ecstasy? Crystal meth? Probably a combination of both he thought to himself, silently berating himself at the same time for not being more careful.

Josef heard, or rather smelt, Mick the moment he burst into the club. His scent was fuelled by the testosterone coursing through him and heightened with the exertion of running at full vampire speed and Josef allowed himself to sniff at the air, separating that scent from the others and pulling it deep into his flaring nostrils.

Of course if Josef had bothered to just stop and think for a moment he would have realised that seeing Mick in the state he was in, with the drugs he had coursing through his veins, was not going to bode well for either of them. But Josef wasn't really capable of rational thought at that time.

He heard the first strains of Punisher by Underground Resistance begin to beat with insistent rhythm through the club, the effects of the drug growing stronger with every passing moment, rising to a peak...and the moment his eyes met Mick's, and the driving beat of the music kicked in completely, Josef lost all semblance of control he might have otherwise had.

He covered the distance between him and Mick with one fluid, graceful and desperate leap, slamming into him and gathering him into his arms with a force that caused Mick's head to reel back on his shoulders, exposing his neck which Josef wasted no time sinking his fangs into.

Moving too fast for human comprehension he pushed and pulled Mick hurriedly towards the unused and conveniently empty storage room that lay at the back of the club. Just as he shoved the two of them through the door and slammed it shut with a sharp backwards kick, he heard the sound of Mick's voice, rising in protest "Josef, wait"...Josef withdrew his fangs from Mick's neck and pressed his face towards him "Mick", he snarled into the younger vampires mouth through gritted teeth, "for once in your life just shut up".

With that he pinned Mick against the wall using the full length of his body, engulfed his mouth with his own silencing any further protest, shoved his knee between Mick's legs opening them and drawing their pelvic area closer together, and began thrusting and grinding against him insistently, matching time with the beat of the music.

Josef felt Mick's body tense for a moment before the last vestiges of control slipped away and he let out a deep throaty growl that reverberated between them and shoved his hips towards him matching the rhythm of his movements. Both vampires snarled and growled with rising pleasure, covering the others lips and face with rapid desperate kisses.

Mick felt Josef's hands reach down and tug frantically at the belt buckle and zip of his trousers, releasing his full length into his hand, his fingers encircling it roughly, stroking him up and down from base to tip and back again, still keeping the rhythm in time to his own driving thrusts against Mick's body. Mick clung on to his friend, burying face into his shoulder and biting through the fabric of his shirt and straight into his flesh to keep himself from crying out. Somewhere amidst the music, the confusion of emotion and the sheer animalistic passion of it all, he could hear Josef saying his name over and over again, the word coming out in short breathless little snarling sobs. At that moment he realised just how absolutely out of control his friend really was and the knowledge of that fact both terrified and exhilarated him, pushing him over the edge, his climax ripping through his body in wave after wave of shuddering release. Moments after he felt Josef's body tense as his thrusts against him grew more rapid, then felt his friend stiffen, cry out and sink his fangs sharply into the base of his neck as the pleasure of his own climax tore through him, the wetness of it spreading across the front of his trousers.

Both vampires slumped to the floor, their knees buckling in the aftermath of their coupling, each pulling the other down with them. They lay like that for a while, still pressed against each other, eyes closed, the rate of their breathing gradually beginning to slow to a steady pace.

It was Mick who broke the silence first "Josef", he whispered

"Yes Mick"

"I'm really mad at you"

Josef let out a sigh which sounded more like a laugh and pressed Mick's forehead to his own before leaning up slightly to place a tender kiss on the top of his head.

"I know you are" he whispered back

With that Mick disengaged himself from Josef's embrace, stood up and adjusted himself back to a more decent state then turned and walked away without saying another word, leaving Josef still lying half trembling on the ground, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from calling out after him.