Dom Spiro Spero
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Angst › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,078
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These are mine. Don't make me hunt you down and kill you over them. Tho, if you ask I'll share. Additoionally, while there may some allusion to real events, these are fictional settings. If they remind you of the living dead or otherwise
Can It Be?
AN: Last part. There's more action in this one and it's kind of more fun the last the other three.
Can It Be?
“I see one more happy, snuggy couple, I'm gonna start committing indiscriminate murder.”
“You don't mean that.”
“Dead serious.”
“Why?”
“Only you, my relationshipped friend can ask me that and not get punched.”
“Well?”
“Um, hello? Single. Like permanently. If I was a guy I'd be so blue balled the damned things'll have fled fled for paler pastures.”
“Come on. You had at least once relationship in the last year...”
“I wouldn't call it that. More like fucking for my freedom.”
“What about that-”
“Not going there. That was stupidity and silliness and just plain dumb on my part.”
“Well, you're fine on your own. Look at what you have. You've got-”
“A lot of stuff. Loving my car and keeping a pack of wolf-dogs does not replace human-like affection. At least not anymore. I'm lonely. And my BOB just doesn't fill the need either.”
“This is the hottest club in a 200 mile radius. Find an attractive guy and go for it.”
“Oh sure, a one night stand. Just what I need. Not.”
“There's a cute one at the bar.”
“If I liked Neanderthals. Willowy. Willowy but toned. I have a thing for tall men. Tall thin men. Gaunt in a word. That sort of 'pass the boy a cheeseburger' kind of man. With a 'Brunettes Only' clause.”
“There! By the stairs to the private loft. That one with the blue eyes.”
“Blonde. I don't do blondes.”
“So picky.”
“So?”
“Nevermind. How about that one in the bondage jacket?”
“He's a leashed collar. Belongs to someone already.”
“How can you tell?”
“Engraved. It's an 'I' or a 'T' on the dog tag.”
“Oh, I see it now.”
“He's gay too. Rainbow earring upper left cartilage. And the beefy guy to his left has his eyes on him.”
“That's kinda creepy that you can pick up on all that so quickly and easily.”
“Comes with having a territory. Gotta watch out for potential problems.”
“Geez. Get over it. Only lonely one though aren't you? No clan, no cove, no con?”
“Keep rubbing it in and I won't even have a Companion.”
“Chill. You need to get laid.”
“N.S.S.”
“Don't go there with me.”
“Excuse me.” A deep voice intoned. As one the girls turned, facing the man who had spoken. Both appraised him. He was tall, muscled but not overtly. Wide in the hips and shoulders but still sleek and a lithe, a swimmer's build with a dancer's grace to it. Long auburn hair hung in a tail over his shoulder, green eyes peeked over silver framed purple tinted glasses. “I don't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help but notice you. The only raven haired beauty not dressed for an S&M session.”
“He's hot! Go for it!” Was the harsh whisper followed by a light shove.
“I'm not drunk!” Came the hissed reply, but she went with the shove. “Vegas. You are?”
“You're going to laugh, but I am Milwaukee.
“See? Two cities full of life like yourselves should go and get acquainted. I'm off to see a caveman.”
“What about Home Boy?”
“What happens with Vegas, stays with Vegas. Have fun Ve, don't do what I wouldn't.”
“You're friend seems inclined to thing i'm going to ravish you.”
“She'd be wrong. I tend to be more the ravishing type rather than the ravished.”
“Oh? Perhaps then it's a good thing I like being ravished.”
“Let me buy you a drink.”
“Please do. Vodka, with lemon.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we?”
“Yes.”
Silence descended between them for a moment as they moved across the bar to a quieter corner, sipping their drinks and sharing a knowing look.
“You're what they pretend to be.”
“So are you.”
“We're the same then?”
“A little different.”
“Ocelot.”
“Tiger.”
“Mmm. Stripes.”
“Tease.”
“My lips never make promises my body can't keep. Personal rule.”
“The staff is staring. I assume you own the place?”
“Every inch.”
“Mastered or Master?”
“Master currently.”
“Tired of your own Territory already?”
“Bored of an empty bed.”
“Hmm. Sounds like a familiar ailment.”
“Found the cure for it?”
“I think we can do better seeking it together. Care to test the theory that two heads are better than one with me?”
“I was hoping you'd ask. You would have seen me staring and drooling if you'd turned my way sooner.”
“Stop making promises or you'll find yourself at my feet.”
“Now who's teasing?”
“No tease, plain truth. You'll be licking my boots and begging for more.”
“So, does what comes in Vegas, belong to Vegas?”
“Always. Or at least as long as it wants too.”
“Always sounds pretty nice. You minds a smaller male?”
“No complaints. Settle Territory later?”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
“You have a room?”
“I have a penthouse.”
“Care to invite me in?”
“Follow me.”
“Sure. I like the view.”
“I like the attention.”
“Lead up pretty boy, we have a deal to seal.”
“Oh! Such talk and you didn't even buy me dinner yet.”
“Order what you want now. Double it for breakfast. You'll need the fuel by then.”
“Mmm. I accept the challenge. You want anything?”
“Just you naked and begging at my feet.”
The phone slid from his fingers, headed for the floor. She caught it and hung it up, smiling like the predator she was. She'd tried wolves, humans and demons. Maybe, just maybe this other cat would be what she need. If no, at least she'd scratched the itch., And if it went well, then Territory would be negotiated among other things. He train of thought derailed as the male, naked male, rubbed against her shins, kissing her boots and purring. This was what she'd missed and now, now was the making up of lost time.
“I see one more happy, snuggy couple, I'm gonna start committing indiscriminate murder.”
“You don't mean that.”
“Dead serious.”
“Why?”
“Only you, my relationshipped friend can ask me that and not get punched.”
“Well?”
“Um, hello? Single. Like permanently. If I was a guy I'd be so blue balled the damned things'll have fled fled for paler pastures.”
“Come on. You had at least once relationship in the last year...”
“I wouldn't call it that. More like fucking for my freedom.”
“What about that-”
“Not going there. That was stupidity and silliness and just plain dumb on my part.”
“Well, you're fine on your own. Look at what you have. You've got-”
“A lot of stuff. Loving my car and keeping a pack of wolf-dogs does not replace human-like affection. At least not anymore. I'm lonely. And my BOB just doesn't fill the need either.”
“This is the hottest club in a 200 mile radius. Find an attractive guy and go for it.”
“Oh sure, a one night stand. Just what I need. Not.”
“There's a cute one at the bar.”
“If I liked Neanderthals. Willowy. Willowy but toned. I have a thing for tall men. Tall thin men. Gaunt in a word. That sort of 'pass the boy a cheeseburger' kind of man. With a 'Brunettes Only' clause.”
“There! By the stairs to the private loft. That one with the blue eyes.”
“Blonde. I don't do blondes.”
“So picky.”
“So?”
“Nevermind. How about that one in the bondage jacket?”
“He's a leashed collar. Belongs to someone already.”
“How can you tell?”
“Engraved. It's an 'I' or a 'T' on the dog tag.”
“Oh, I see it now.”
“He's gay too. Rainbow earring upper left cartilage. And the beefy guy to his left has his eyes on him.”
“That's kinda creepy that you can pick up on all that so quickly and easily.”
“Comes with having a territory. Gotta watch out for potential problems.”
“Geez. Get over it. Only lonely one though aren't you? No clan, no cove, no con?”
“Keep rubbing it in and I won't even have a Companion.”
“Chill. You need to get laid.”
“N.S.S.”
“Don't go there with me.”
“Excuse me.” A deep voice intoned. As one the girls turned, facing the man who had spoken. Both appraised him. He was tall, muscled but not overtly. Wide in the hips and shoulders but still sleek and a lithe, a swimmer's build with a dancer's grace to it. Long auburn hair hung in a tail over his shoulder, green eyes peeked over silver framed purple tinted glasses. “I don't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help but notice you. The only raven haired beauty not dressed for an S&M session.”
“He's hot! Go for it!” Was the harsh whisper followed by a light shove.
“I'm not drunk!” Came the hissed reply, but she went with the shove. “Vegas. You are?”
“You're going to laugh, but I am Milwaukee.
“See? Two cities full of life like yourselves should go and get acquainted. I'm off to see a caveman.”
“What about Home Boy?”
“What happens with Vegas, stays with Vegas. Have fun Ve, don't do what I wouldn't.”
“You're friend seems inclined to thing i'm going to ravish you.”
“She'd be wrong. I tend to be more the ravishing type rather than the ravished.”
“Oh? Perhaps then it's a good thing I like being ravished.”
“Let me buy you a drink.”
“Please do. Vodka, with lemon.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we?”
“Yes.”
Silence descended between them for a moment as they moved across the bar to a quieter corner, sipping their drinks and sharing a knowing look.
“You're what they pretend to be.”
“So are you.”
“We're the same then?”
“A little different.”
“Ocelot.”
“Tiger.”
“Mmm. Stripes.”
“Tease.”
“My lips never make promises my body can't keep. Personal rule.”
“The staff is staring. I assume you own the place?”
“Every inch.”
“Mastered or Master?”
“Master currently.”
“Tired of your own Territory already?”
“Bored of an empty bed.”
“Hmm. Sounds like a familiar ailment.”
“Found the cure for it?”
“I think we can do better seeking it together. Care to test the theory that two heads are better than one with me?”
“I was hoping you'd ask. You would have seen me staring and drooling if you'd turned my way sooner.”
“Stop making promises or you'll find yourself at my feet.”
“Now who's teasing?”
“No tease, plain truth. You'll be licking my boots and begging for more.”
“So, does what comes in Vegas, belong to Vegas?”
“Always. Or at least as long as it wants too.”
“Always sounds pretty nice. You minds a smaller male?”
“No complaints. Settle Territory later?”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
“You have a room?”
“I have a penthouse.”
“Care to invite me in?”
“Follow me.”
“Sure. I like the view.”
“I like the attention.”
“Lead up pretty boy, we have a deal to seal.”
“Oh! Such talk and you didn't even buy me dinner yet.”
“Order what you want now. Double it for breakfast. You'll need the fuel by then.”
“Mmm. I accept the challenge. You want anything?”
“Just you naked and begging at my feet.”
The phone slid from his fingers, headed for the floor. She caught it and hung it up, smiling like the predator she was. She'd tried wolves, humans and demons. Maybe, just maybe this other cat would be what she need. If no, at least she'd scratched the itch., And if it went well, then Territory would be negotiated among other things. He train of thought derailed as the male, naked male, rubbed against her shins, kissing her boots and purring. This was what she'd missed and now, now was the making up of lost time.