Forget my daylight, torture my night

[sequincy]

Who: Ishida Uryuu & Eric Northman
When: TBA, night
Where: Fangtasia
Summary: Uryuu goes looking for an answer concerning Shikamaru's drug habits; he finds one. (Continued from here)
Warnings/Notes: Violence, gore, drug use, inappropriate touching/sexual tension--vampires, basically. UPDATE: It's gonna get steamy and bloody up in here, folks. Hide yo kids.
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"I don't know you. And I'm spoken for." But he'd been embarrassed, and his answer sounded foolish. Like Eric said - those weren't things that mattered here; those weren't what this place was about.

He watched Eric's tongue and realized he could still feel his touch. It was true, there wasn't a person in the room who wouldn't want to be in his place right now, and that had nothing to do with Uryuu. Eric was a drug all his own. He'd be lying if he said he couldn't see the seduction.

"Ishida Uryuu," he offered after a moment, saving face. "What's yours?"

The second shot was more than he'd wanted. Disadvantageous. The Quincy was about to refuse it when he realized what Eric was implying. Sure enough, there was something dissolving into the vodka. Uryuu's sharp gaze caught the image of a bird before the alcohol swallowed the stamp completely. He took the glass in hand. Slowly.

This was it; the owner of Fangtasia had just offered him a drug. This was what he'd needed. "Is it only one drop?" he heard himself ask, remembering Shikamaru's phrasing. It was important he seem familiar with it.

Uryuu's heart was pounding louder than the pulsing music; he licked his lips.

He knocked back the shot.

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"Eric Northman."

He knew he couldn't touch him yet, but it wouldn't be more than a moment longer. He shifed to one side, smoothing his fingers across the top of the counter, walking them to the glass and swirling his fingers around the shot glass. He vanished the shot glass fast, but not fast enough for Uryuu's eyes to miss the fact that he simply smashed the glass into powder in his palm.

Eric looked back up, stepped back, and circled around to Uryuu's other side, leaning in over his shoulder.

"What was what? I'm not sure what you mean. Come away. Let me show you the rest of the club."

His lower lip brushed against Uryuu's throat, and he made no attempt to prevent it--the blood worked quickly, and quicker still with alcohol.

"I promise to be discreet."

He licked his teeth, and split his mouth into an open, friendly smile. It was in fact anything but, for his eyes betrayed the predator in him, red rimmed and sharp blue, unblinking.