This is my first time ever doing a song fic with a song that isn’t rock or metal. It’s really different, I must say. Oh well, hope you like it. :D

Song: Closer by Ne-yo

Disclaimer: Both characters are owned by me and my French Toast (actual person). NO stealing!

Warning: Boy love! Don’t like, don’t read!

March 3rd, 1923

Closer

Closer

Closer

Closer

The lights were turned down to a mere yellowed glow, blue smoke wisped past the stain glass lamps and danced between the bodies populating the joint. Soft laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the mellow music just wanted to make your bones and muscles melt to the floor, relaxed.

Vincent sat at the bar counter. His gloved fingers slid across the salt kissed rim of his empty glass, and stared absently at the people pouring into the door of the bar. With a huff in his mind, he glared accusingly at the so called ‘gentlemen’. Ha! A man had removed his hat, bowed, then led a woman to the bar. A real gentlemen would’ve bowed and kissed her hand, then offered her a compliment before leading her to the bar. Amateurs. Vincent scowled. He turned his eyes back to the door just in time to see a small figure amble in by itself.

Turn the lights off in this place

And she shines just like a star

And I swear I know her face

I just don't know who you are

It was a young man, looked about twenty, with sheer white hair poking out from under a paper boy cap. Vincent watched the boy’s purple orbs dart around the room before seeing the counter, which he quickly walked towards. The young man sat down next to Vincent, but hadn’t looked at him once.

Vincent looked just under the brim of his fedora, fingers holding the now full glass. He studied his neighbor closely. “Mighty young to be in here, boy.” With his eyes set to the left, he took a large swallow of the alcoholic liquid. “Nobody goes to joints anymore, too dangerous.”

“I’m not afraid of the law.” The young man said simply, finally looking at Vincent. His ear’s suddenly went selective, only wanting to hear what this young man had to say. And those eyes, Vincent felt lost in those pools of amethyst. Beautiful.

Turn the music up in here

I still hear her loud and clear

Like she's right there in my ear

Telling me that she wants to own me

To control me

Come closer

Come closer

“Really now.” Vincent didn’t realize he had leaned closer to the white haired boy. He propped his head up on a hand, long bangs falling to the side of his face. Somehow, his fedora didn’t move a millimeter. He mentally scolded himself for being so suddenly interested in this newcomer, but he hadn’t felt like this in so many years. Even having someone new in your bed each night gets old.

And I just can't pull myself away

Under Her Spell I can't break

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

The young man hummed in response, swiping Vincent’s drink. “Nor am I afraid of you.” He smirked at Vincent, showing white teeth, then it disappeared and he tipped his head back. Vincent could swear that the bar stools got a bit closer.

And I just can't break myself no way

But I don't want to escape

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

As the young man set down Vincent’s drink, Vincent grabbed his wrist with his empty hand. His gloved fingers handled the thin wrist with care, bringing it towards his face. He kissed the pale fingers softly. “You should be,” He murmured. Vincent pulled on the arm, causing the boy to come closer, inches from his own face. Vincent watched as his eyes widened, the pale cheeks unable to hide the sudden rouge. Vincent smiled wryly at a slight angle at the boy. “I’m Vincent, by the way.”

I can feel her on my skin

I can taste her on my tongue

She's the sweetest taste of sin

The more I get the more I want

She wants to own me.....

“Come closer”

She says “come closer”

The boy had swiveled his legs so he could fully face Vincent, who was facing him. One of the first things that caught his eye was the deep ruby color of his eyes, the color almost glittering in the dim light. “I’m Zeek.” The boy placed a hand just above Vincent’s knees, not making any move to back away. Zeek’s eyes flickered down to the silver pumpkin that sat on the head of Vincent’s cloth tie, keeping the red fabric in place. It smiled at him with a black smile and regarded him with onyx sockets.

“Haven’t seen many cute ones like you around.” Vincent rested a hand on the side of Zeek’s neck, playing with a feather that dangled from his ear. “Are you an angel?” Vincent smirked.

And I just can't pull myself away

Under Her Spell I can't break

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

“You could say that,” He responded, leaning a bit closer to Vincent. Zeek inhaled the small breaths coming from Vincent, even though it was thickly laced with alcohol, the man wasn’t a bit drunk. His eyes were clear, a bit clouded by something Zeek didn’t recognize.

“Well, that would be a shame.” Vincent cooed and put on a mask of mock sadness for a brief moment. “I don’t like sullying such clean things.”

“I’m not clean.” Zeek smirked.

And I just can't break myself no way

But I don't want to escape

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

Vincent’s hand held the back of Zeek’s neck and suddenly pulled him forward. The angle that Vincent was lounging in was perfect to capture Zeek’s lips. He pulled Zeek as close as he could, keeping his hands where they were. Zeek’s hands slid up Vincent’s torso and rested on the sides of his neck. Their eyes closed, time slowed, the sounds around them hushed as their mouths moved as one. Vincent explored the new mouth, savoring the taste.

Zeek was not surprised when his tongue met sharp teeth. He knew what Vincent was: a Mangiare. A vulture of their society, a monster that fed on filth. As unspeakable as the act they were currently playing was, Zeek couldn’t tear himself away.

I just can't stop, no

I just can't stop, no

I just can't stop, no

I just can't stop, no

No, no, no!

Vincent deepened the kiss as much as he could, and even memorized every dip and rise in Zeek’s teeth. Zeek eventually pulled back a couple inches and breathed deeply. He was completely flushed, and Vincent could see a bulge starting to grow in the younger man’s pants. Vincent sighed softly through his nose as Zeek’s fingers ghosted over his cheeks. The boy kissed the sides of Vincent’s lips.

And I just can't pull myself away

Under Her Spell I can't break

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

And I just can't break myself no way

But I don't want to escape

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

A man standing by the door called to Vincent, and Zeek could see an automatic in the man’s hand. Vincent waved a hand at the man, making the man scowl and disappear out of the door. Zeek stared at Vincent, confused.

Vincent smirked.

And I just can't pull myself away

Under Her Spell I can't break

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

I just can't stop

“Your place or mine?”

Hope it was at least okay. _ Obviously, I don't know when prohibition ended, so I don't know if that date is accurate. And I don't have a beta (I have one, but she's not on, so she's useless XD), so please don't complain about mistakes.

And no, that song was not playing in the background. With my luck, I'd get someone that would ask "but how would that song be playing if it's eighty years in the past?" nivoswen

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