Platonic Hazard

"Ladies and Gents, Creatures of the Night, Here tonight, our guest DJ....ALINA!" I grinned, stepping up onto the platform amidst cheers and shouts of "I LOVE YOU ALINA!" My night at Kashman Manor had been rather comforting. Barak had let me go to my own room (which I was so going out and buying the same decor for my own home), and after making sure guards would roam the halls as extra precaution (despite my objections I could handle myself) had bid me good night and returned to his study to do whatever it was the man did. I had left early after a lovely breakfast in bed, to get ready for this little gig tonight. I had briefly touched base with Haze, who had seemed like he was in a much better mood after his night out, and had returned home to shower and change. The Dj part of my own night out had only come up when the current one, a rather appealing vampire named DJ Bites-a-lot had recognized me....since I hadn't bothered with my usual disguise of black hair and drab clothes. He stood next to me as I placed what I recognized as a remix of one of my own songs on the turn tables, his head nodding to the beat. A sea of glow stick and necklace garbed bodies danced erratically in front of me as I pressed the head phones closer to my ears to pick up every beat. My gaze scanned the crowed, recognizing a few of my co. workers amongst them, including Haze himself who apparently frequented this club often. It must have been a slow night, but the sight of them...even the vamps...gave me slight reassurance that I might go another night without an attack. My reassurance was only raised when Sir Bites-A_Lot suddenly nudged me. I glanced at him and he smirked, showing fang. "Seems like tonight is a celebrity night". When I merely looked at him confused, he nodded to the VIP lounge and I grinned. Barak, Cherry, and a few others whom I could only assume was his entourage were settling on the velvet couches. Barak watched me and smiled when he noticed my gaze. The vampire chuckled, before grabbing the mic and shouting into it. "LOOKY HERE LOOKY HERE....OUR VERY OWN RED DRAGON, BARAK KASHMAN DEMON EXTRAORDINAIRE!" Barak waved a lazy hand in acknowledgment when the spotlight lit on him, smiling faintly at the loud shouts that went up. I touched the Vampires arm and waved at the dance floor. He nodded and took my spot at the tables. "OK EVERYONE TIME TO JUMP UP!"

Barak watched as the white haired female maneuvered her way into the crowd, straight over to the werewolf Haze. He felt a flicker of annoyance when the man placed his hands on her hips and she ground against him in tune to the music. Cherry tugged his arm for attention, and when he looked at her, she murmured softly", Come on Barak..lets dance..." He allowed her to pull him onto the floor, but his eyes never left the white hair that stood out so vividly in the crowd. Someone had given her glow sticks and she waved these around happily, enjoying herself. Her eyes met his for a moment, and she smiled faintly, before turning her attention back to Haze, who had managed to score a whole handful of glowing items, including a pair of vivid pink headphones, which she eagerly put on. He couldn't help but smile at her childish antics, then glanced back at Cherry when he felt the woman's behind press into his crotch. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. She made a sound of delight and tilted her head back, pulling his head down by the back of his neck to lock lips with him.

I glanced away from the sight of the demon and his haughty wench, and turned back to Haze, who was sitting on my right. We had retired to my own personal little VIP booth and were waiting for drinks to be delivered. Since I wasn't legally able to drink..not that I wanted to...I was forced to pay for my boss's extensive alcohol binge. I was just glad Haze took his time drinking it. "Its nice to sit for once and not have to deal with paperwork", he told me lightly, draping an arm around my shoulders. The were was slightly intoxicated...I could smell it and I had to admit seeing him so loose and not all yelly for once was nice. Atleast until work resumed tomorrow and his hang over medicine kicked in. "I don't know what your talking about considering all you do in the office is sit". He snorted and closed his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder. "I do..other stuff", he replied, slurring his words slightly. I slipped a pillow under his head just as his snores began and sighed, resting my chin in my hands and surveying the dance floor. Atleast until a denim clad crotch suddenly invaded my vision. I let my eyes travel up to Barak's face, recognizing the demons scent long before I recognized anything else...though considering how well contained his large assets seemed I found that odd. He was carrying a knocked out Cherry in his arms, the woman obviously having gone down the same road as my Boss. I stood so he could set her down on my couch then glanced down at the extended hand. He was smiling at me. "You ride your bike here?" I nodded, wondering why he wanted to know. "Yea...why...?" His smile never left. "Can we go for a ride? Iv always wanted to ride on one". I stared at him for a moment...then smirked and accepted his hand.

Seconds later found us blazing down the highway at almost 90 miles an hour, his arms wwrapped tightly around my waist as I veered through the late night traffic as those in the underground community went about to their daily jobs. We swirved inbetween two semis, recieving a loud horn from the one behind us, but I merely waved him off and threaded into the fast lane. I took the exit I usually took to see my mother, swerving around a limo and coming up along side of it. The occupants looked at us and I smirked before gunning it and shooting passed them. Barak tightened his grip on me as I turned down the street that would bring me into my mothers neighboorhood. We stopped in front of her neatly organized little home and I cut the engine. Barak removed his helmet and looked around. "Where are we?" I swung off, putting up the stand and opening the tiny white picket fence gate. "My mom's", I replied, hearing the front door open. It wasn't my mother, like I had expected, but Dallas instead. The Were had obviously smelt the Demon and had come to investigate. Demons weren't extremely common in this neck of the woods, keeping mostly to the city as it fueled their appetites for lust, fun, and blood. "Howdy Dallas", I greeted cheerfully. The mans eyes weren't on me, but on Barak. Were's couldn't pull the same kind of reading as Vamps and Demons could, so he wouldn't be able to tell that Barak's presence was of a non hostile nature..though one would think just hopping off the back of a pink Harley would kind of have given that away. As we approached, Dallas suddenly yanked me into a hug, though his words were soft and almost held a hint of danger as he whispered in my ear", Are you insane?" I returned the hug, replying in just as soft a voice", No more then normal, why?" "Thats a Demon you have there". "I know he's a Demon Dallas...Thats Barak Kashman". He pulled back to look at me, one brow raised delicatly. "Barak Kashman you say?" I nodded and beckoned the other male forward, as he had been hanging back, pretnding he couldn't hear our whispered conversation. "Mr. Kashman, this is my mothers boyfriend..Dallas Evenstar". The Were and Demon shook hands, and it occured to me that both men were the same staggering height and build...both yummy none the less. The wolf nodded towards the house. "Your ma's inside cooking...she somehow knew you would be stopping by and bringing company so she made extra". I smiled faintly. My mother never failed to amaze me, considering I never really gave warning as to when I would show up nor whom I would show with. Haze loved her...claimed her cooking far surpassed even his own mothers, especially around the Holidays. Which, I made a mental note, were comeing up soon. Which meant a lot fo charity events. I sighed softly to myself, suddenly aware that Dallas and Barak seemed to be the best of freinds as they followed behind me into the house. Men...what the hell was with them being able to go from wanting to tear eachothers throats out for the sake of loved ones to being practically arm in arm?

My mother was quiet happy to see me...and even happier when she saw my choice in company. She kicked the boys out of the kitchen and turned on me. "Soooo...who is he? Wheres he from? What does he do? How did you meet? Honey..wheres your disguise? Oh my god! Does he know who you are?" I sighed, preparing myself for the Q & A session. "His name is Barak Kashman.." She let out a tiny squeal..obviously my demon was slightly better known then I had thought. "He's from here I guess...this seems to be the Demon capital of the world...he owns bars..as Im sure you already know by your very girly squeal...we met becuase I crashed into his window...Im temporarily working for him to pay him off...and I think he always knew who I was...just took him less time to confirm then it did Haze". She pursed her perfectly shaped lips and tapped her spatula against her apron thoughtfully. "So thats the guy whos bar you obliterated..." She smiled suddenly. "Well done on snagging him honey! I mean..not that your ability to get men has ever been bad but you know.." I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, propping it up on two legs, just as the Demon in question poked his head in through the door. "Dallas said there were beers..." My mother turned her sunny disposition on full blast as she turned to face him. "Well hullo Mr. Kashman...ALina has told me so much about you". His red eyes flicked in my general direction and I gave a one shouldered shrug. " Has she?You must be her mother I can see the resemblence...its a pleasure to meet you..." I watched as the charming male turned my mother from a normally fairly composed vampire goddess into a quivering, giggling, blushing little school girl. Next she would be asking him to sign stuff. I rolled my shoulders back, wincing as they cracked and propped a hand under my chin. "The beers are in the Fridge Barak.." He glanced at me again and smiled, showing a slip of the fang before scrounging out two and heading back into the living room, where I could hear a football game going. Dallas was an avid fan and it wasn't often he found another man to watch it with, as i had no interest in it and my mother simply didn't understand any of it and would often infuriate the wolf by asking questions such as ", Well if its football Dallas, why in the world are they playing with their hands? Shouldn't they be kicking it?" When he left she turned bright eyes on me and I held up my hands in attempt to stem the flood of conversation surely coming my way.


A few hours later found Barak and Alina both walking off the rather heavy meal they had just put away. They had left her mother and Dallas to discuss the difference between Football and Soccer. " I don't know why in the world anyone would want to sock anyone Dallas dear.." "sigh". Alina stuffed her hands into her pockets, looking every bit the part of the hot sexy and utterly wild hybrid she was. Barak had to admit, she gave off an aura so tantilizing, it was a wonder she didn't get attacked every five seconds. Hell, if he had been able to, the night he had had her within his grasp he would have taken her...but he had restrained himself. She would bolt..and he didn't want that. Not yet. She sighed suddenly, and ran her hands through her vividly white hair, pushing her bangs off to the side. His fingers itched with a sudden need to run through the silvery sheet cascading down her back, but he held back the urge, and instead, deftly slipped his hand into hers. She glanced up at him and he smiled. "Don't want you being snatched away". She chuckled. "Sure..I'll buy that..." They turned down an empty alleyway and paused to get their bearings. Barak didn't sense any danger and turned so that he could watch her. She was leaning back against the wall, watching him in return. The way she looked at him seemed to cause something within the demons mind to slip slightly, a control he had set into place with no intentions of letting loose. If that was so, he wondered, why was he suddenly getting an urge...an urge to....

I was rather surprised when Barak suddenly approached me, and promptly trapped me between his arms. I was even more surprised when he bent his head and pressed his mouth solidly against mine. One of his hands slipped off the wall to lead a fiery trail down my face, stroking my cheek delicately. The hand continued to follow its path, down my side then back up..and when it did this it slipped underneath my shirt. I shivered as his fingers splayed across my belly, circling the piercing in my belly button, then rising up..until it found my breasts. Before I knew what was happening he had unhooked the frontal clasp of my bra, freeing my chest of its oppressor. I shuddered when his thumb pressed down on my left nipple, stroking it until it was a stiff, hard peak. Damn my betrayer of a body.

Barak felt himself harden when he felt her body respond to his caress. His mouth never left hers, his tongue working its way past her slightly parted lips and exploring every crevice her mouth had to offer. He groaned softly when her hand came up, brushing against his erection hidden by his jeans. He pulled her against him, pressing himself against her thigh, wanting her to feel how badly he suddenly needed and wanted her. He groaned again, eager for her to touch him as well. When her hand stayed frozen between them, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "Fuck Alina...this is...so...very...wrong...but..."

I was a little taken back at how aggressive he had become, but his eagerness to be touched, caressed...was almost erotic in itself. His kisses sent hot little marks as he made his way down my neck, then pushed my shirt up and out of the way, exposing my breasts to the night air. My nipples hardened even more and he hissed softly once the size was exposed, but not long after covered one with his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak. I moaned softly, my hand tightening on the hardness pressed into it. He grunted in response, then brought his other hand up, unzipping his jeans and hastily freeing his engorged member. I stared down at it, now able to see it up close and somewhat mesmerized. He wasted little time in undoing my own pants and hastily pushing them down my hips. His fingers skidded across my hips and he picked me up, pressing me back against the wall for support. When his eyes met mine, I saw a need so large, It almost took my breath away. "Alina...don't..don;t think me a sick bastard for this but...holy shit..I have..never wanted a woman more then I want you right now..." I was still breathless and did my best to tell him with my eyes the sudden need was mutual..and not like it had been with Haze. This need was much different. He must have understood for he gaze my nipple one last longing suck...before suddenly plunging himself deep inside me. I hissed at the sheer size, and he waited patiently for my body to adjust. When he was sure I wouldn't hurt any more he begin to move, his cock hitting my G spot and sending delicious little shivers up my spine. His thrusts were intense and the red gaze never left mine as he pushed himself deeper and deeper, pulling out enough to make me whimper, before slamming back in. We both groaned in unison, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us.

Barak grunted softly as her tight little opening stretched out around him. He could feel his orgasm building up rapidly, and just as it peaked, her muscles suddenly clenched around him. He came with a muffled oath, her tiny body trembling as her own release crashed through her. He held onto her, his nails digging into her well toned thighs until he felt emptied and drained. SLowly, he pulled out, watching as his fluids leaked out of her, before setting her down. She stumbled but caught herself, her knees weak. When she looked up at him, it was with a faint little smile. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "Next time...I will make love to you Alina...and I will really savour you...mind, body and soul".

I pressed my forehead against his chest, buttoning my pants slowly. That was an offer I would defiantly consider taking...