Author's Note:
Short Chapter.
Jake glared at Dirk, his fists still clenched at his side. His right hand started drifting towards his gun. Dirk watched him, grinning.
"You know, Jake... You could use a little relaxing. Release some of that tension." Dirk's voice lowered as he held up the bag of the drug. He was trying to tempt Jake, his voice a sensual growl. Jake fought it, though. That drug was poison. He felt dark anger fill him.
"STOP IT," he ordered. Dirk lifted his hands peacefully, shrugging.
"You know, Jake, babe... You really should be careful."
Jake gritted his teeth in a snarl. He hated Dirk, with all of his being. He hated the ridiculous clothes he was wearing, he hated the club, the drug, but especially what Dirk had done to Jane.
"Why in God's name should I be careful?" Dirk flinched when Jake said 'God', but regained his composure.
"Well obviously you should be careful, sexy, because I have some leverage over you."
Jake narrowed his eyes, his hand closing around the grip of his gun.
"What leverage," he said cautiously. Dirk grinned, and laughed lightly. It filled Jake with more rage. Dirk launched into a monologue.
"Well you see, Jake. I wasn't here in my club last night. Oh no, I found some delicious, fresh, gloriously dirty sex to feed off of. Of course, I gave back a fraction of what I got, just to keep it going. Why rush a good meal, you know?" He kicked his feet up on a table as he spoke, winking at Jake. "And those two... Ooh, they looked wonderful together. A perfectly cute little set, already unwrapped for me. Of course, I let both of my presents get re-wrapped, and they're going to both be ready to open in just a few- Oh!"
Dirk was interrupted by a soft cough, and perked up, grinning.
"Looks like they've both arrived."
Jake didn't take his eyes off the incubus, as Dirk waved a hand, beckoning whoever had been the source of the cough to him. In the dim lighting, a figure moved forward, a hoodie on, the hood up. Dirk held up the drugs, and patted his lap. The woman, and it was clearly a woman, straddled him. She was shaking and clearly needed her fix. Jake had no choice but to watch, unwilling to let Dirk get the best of him by looking away. But he was disgusted from what happened next.
Dirk sucked his finger into his mouth, licking it and moaning sensually. He looked over the top of his pointed glasses at Jake, locking eyes with him. Jake grimaced, but his body twitched, warmth pooling in his lower stomach. Dirk stuck his finger in the bag, swirling it around to pick up grains of the pink drug. He licked a little of it off, then smeared it on his lips. The addicted woman pulled his face to hers, and Jake could hear wet, sloppy kisses happening. He shuddered, trying his hardest to keep from getting aroused.
Dirk slid his hands up the girl's back, then around to her chest, groping her and making her moan softly, not breaking the drug-laced kiss. Jake heard a zipper, and then Dirk grabbed the fabric at the girl's shoulders.
"Let's unwrap this present, shall we, Jake?"
Jake didn't answer, scowling. Dirk chuckled, and pulled the hoodie off of her. The hood fell away first, revealing shining, black hair, cut short. Dirk pulled the hoodie all the way off, and Jake saw her clearly. Jane.
"J-Jane?"
Author's Note:
((Hello everyone, my name is DoublePistolsandaBrit/N21WorldsCollide, and I helped this person write this fantastic story. its an ongoing rp we have, meaning if we aren't online there won't be an update ::.(
However, considering the author mainly needs to change the rp from script to this amazing thing you're reading, that is what is taking most of the time I think!
I haven't read this before today, however I'm already hooked on Trickster! Oh yeah, and one OC will appear in this.))
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