Ambrosia

Warnings: Yaoi and language

Chapter 1

The bar was full at that time of night. A few people were still dancing but most sat down with a cigarette around the stage or at the bar to look at the show. He was gonna play his fifth song of the night and people stopped talking as the band stroked the first notes.

Dawney Hayes was used to this atmosphere: dim lighting filled with smoke, alcohol vapors and corporal odors lingering in the air; he felt at home.

It was a small bar somewhere in England and its customers were mainly regulars of the place though on some nights like that very day there happened to be tourists wandering in, searching an attraction for the night while they visited the region.

The rocker took the micro in both hands and glanced over through his light-brown locks at his audience, loosing his eyes in the crowd as he sang the lyrics with his husky soulful voice. He could totally lost himself to the music, every fibre of his being twanging with the guitar and his heart, pounding in unison with the percussions. Scanning the room in the haze music had plunged him into, he witnessed the entry of three guys at the end of the club and kept his eyes on them.

Customers near the doors turned away from the stage to look at the intruders and after a quick check out, turned back to watch Dawn’s performance. It was obvious from Dawn’s point of view those guys were strangers. Just the way they were dressed and the way they stood. Two of them had pitch-black hair; the tallest one wore them long while the other had a short clean cut. They looked like brothers, maybe twins but it was too dark where they stood to tell clearly. Dawn’s eyes then fell on the third guy and they locked on him.

He was shorter than his two companions, but how much more prettier. His hair, a shoulder length of curls, was a beautiful honey-blond, shinning gold under what of the spotlights reached the place they were standing. Like his other fellows, his pale skin was luminescent and glowed softly in the shadows of the club but where the others were totally in black, he wore a pale blue button-down shirt rimmed with lace matching a pair of navy blue faux-leather trousers.

The golden haired beauty was running a scrutinizing gaze through the room, studying each person his eyes fell on as if searching for something, but throwing back every of his try out, until…he reached the stage; the pale blue azure orbs glued on him. Electricity bolts ran down Dawney’s spine all the time they shared the gaze and he became oblivious of his surroundings, the crowd, his bandmates, only seeing the golden beauty and singing only to him.

Until the song ended, and Dawn was forced to break the gaze. He saluted the crowd who applauded energetically, in glee before the stunning performance the singer had just greeted them.

From the corner of his eyes, Dawney saw the hotty turn to his companionship and slide them a few words. The two brothers nodded silently and left him to make their way to the bar and take seats on stools, next to each other.

Once the crowd started to sit down again, Dawn put back the micro and left the stage while the people gradually stopped clapping their hands, coming back to their talking with the table while the next band prepared for their appearance. Once backstage, Dawn greeted his bandmates before taking leave of them to return inside the club. He went straight to the bar and made the bartender a sign; the older man nodded the order. Dawney being a wonted customer over the years, the man new very well the rocker took a beer after each performance.

While he waited, Dawn glanced around, trying to locate the beautiful guy he had seen earlier from the stage, and noticed the two brothers were still sitting at the bar though they weren’t talking or taking anything - somehow he was thankful they were looking another way - but there was no trace of the golden hotty.

He sighed and took his beer from the counter, letting a good tip on the counter. He’d have to find something else to fill his night.

He went to the rooftop, something he did when he felt lonely – for a strange reason, the sight of the hookers and addicts strolling up and down the streets made him feel less alone – and he stopped by the brick fence, taking in a fresh breath of air. The pollution of the city didn’t reach that part of the town and they were in September so the even if the air was a bit chilly, it was still much more comfortable than the heavy humidity of July.

He popped open his beer, the cap falling carelessly to the ground, and took a few gulps of it while watching over at the scenery of cars and wet asphalt below.

At that moment, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a body press up against him, making him jump in surprise and the bottle fall to the ground in a shatter of glass, its content forming a dark puddle.

“Fuck.”

Dawn turned hotly around to find himself face to face with the gorgeous blond he had seen earlier from the stage. He was immediately dazzled by the hot gaze and sexy smirk displayed by the blond as he pressed himself suggestively against Dawn.

“What’s your name beauty?” His voice was surprisingly soft but nevertheless low and full of sensuality. He circled him with his arms and lifted his head to nuzzle against Dawn’s neck, taking in his body scent.

“Dawney” he said, gasping as he felt the blond’s tongue tickling his ear. The blond tilted his head back so that he could see his face better, a devilish grin stretching his lips.

“Dawn…” he said, taking his time, as if studying all it implied. “How much more ironical could it be” he whispered to himself. “I’m Eissaja.” His eyes were shinning brightly and Dawn could swear he had never seen more piercing.

Grinning, the blond crept up Dawn’s body, placing his hands strategically in a way to arouse the man, and straddled Dawn between his thighs, making the rocker fall back against the fence and giving Eissaja the dominant position. A pale hand wandered under Dawn’s shirt, exploring his chest, lingering at some places, before brushing over a nipple and teasing it until it tightened and earned a moan.

The blond’s mouth was plundering his neck, nibbling, licking, biting. Clutching Dawn’s shirt, he pulled him up and they kissed ardently, rubbing their tongue together. Bringing his hands to the blond’s pants, Dawn tried to make a move on the man but was pushed back strongly with a force he didn’t expect the frail-looking blond to have and was pinned back against the wall as his captor, in a savant arousing gesture, started rocking his groin up and down Dawn’s.

The rocker groaned, feeling his self hardening and urging, began to rock back with the blond. Pleased by his prey’s reaction, Eissaja pressed more against him and increased their pace, making the rocker moan and arch up for more.

Dawn who was usually the dominant one in those games had to incline under the blond’s power. Gawd it felt good. All the muscles of his body, his butt were tensed and his cock was already hard with throbbing need. Under the blond’s teasing he felt just like a frail mouse under a hungry cat.

Eissaja squeezed Dawn’s ass and pressed him closer while he plunged down to lick at his lower lip, playfully slipping his tongue inside. Dawn kissed back and felt a hand wander under his pants. His thoughts went wild and he was all panting and moaning. Hot breath tickled the skin of his shoulder as he felt a cold hand stroke the base of his cock and he was just about to come when a sour pain struck down his neck.

“Ahwww!” Pushing away the blond in a violent gesture, he passed a hand on his neck and when he brought it before his eyes, it was covered in blood.

He darted a half-angry, half-scared look at the blond who was licking off the red liquid from his lips with enjoyment. What the…

When the blond made a move forward, Dawn backed away dumbly.

“Don’t you approach me. Shit! What’s the fucking problem with you?” he shouted, keeping a faintly shaking hand on his neck.

The blond’s eyes shined excitedly and he saw him fucking smirking!

“What?” the sultry voice rang in the almost-silence of the night. “You didn’t like it? Thought you did, the way you panted, and moaned, and your dick, so hard…”

“Fuck you! God, is it a fucking joke?” Dawn looked around desperately for a way to get out of that trap. The blond’s eyes were fixed on him, eyeing his every move. “So what, you’re gonna kill me?” he asked in as attempt to divert his predator’s attention. “Fuck” he muttered to himself. He looked up at the blond who wore a cheery smirk.

“What are you exactly anyway, hein? Some monster? Vampire freak?”

The blond’s smirk widened. “Something like that” and he jumped over the terrorised rocker, sticking him against the hence.

At that moment, the door to the roof opened and one of Dawn’s bandmates cried out for him. “Hey, Dawn, we’re going home, you comin’?”

Thinking he could become a worshiper at that very moment for how much he was grateful, Dawn rushed away from the blond and darted inside without a look behind, bringing his bandmate along.

When they passed in front of the bar, the two brothers frowned at him all the way, looking confused, and the rocker increased his pace, relaxing only once outside. He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes closed.

His bandmate gave him an odd look.

Dawn straightened up. “You know, I was…kinda feeling dizzy.”

The man was still frowning but after giving him a doubtful look, he shrugged off, finishing packing their material in the car.

“Anyway…So, who was that guy?” Dawn froze at the question but relaxed when he realised he was only asking in an attempt to chatter.

“A jerk.”

He noticed the other members waiting in the car and helped his friend finish. “Lets go.”

He parted with his group in front of his flat and the car drove away down the street. The three other members lived together but Dawn being a lone person, preferred to have a place of his own.

Once inside, he went directly into the bathroom, looking into the mirror at his reflection. The bastard was gonna leave him a mark. There was a trail of dried blood where lied two little red spots. Opening the shower faucet, he threw his clothes to the floor and stepped inside the tub.

Immediately, the hot water calmed his nerves and he was soon leaning back against the tiles. He was obvious to anything but the hot rivulets rolling down his chest and the water vapors heating up his face. At sometime, he could feel again the blond’s hand over his skin, his grip around his dick, and he was becoming hard…

No, that definitely couldn’t do. Shaking himself out of his daydream, he turned off the water and headed hastily to his room, still in his dripping naked glory. He took the first bottle he saw on the table.

The soft burning of alcohol made him feel better. That could do. And there was probably enough remaining to knock him off to sleep before he could even remember the bastard’s name.