Axel waited as he swept the area once more, his knee bouncing beneath the table. He couldn’t see either of his brothers, not by the bar or at the edge of the dance floor. He could sense them in the room, and if he concentrated, he would be able to find them, not that he wanted to be found himself.
Axel waited, nervously flicking his gaze back across the…
Sam stood by the stage, head thrown back, eyes closed as he rocked perfectly in time to the music. He moved like liquid, and even in human form he had the effortless elegance only a cat could pull off. His long blond hair had been tied away from his face, his t-shirt tight enough to act like a second skin. He drew those around him, the neighbouring dancers just as captivated by his beauty and grace.
Axel wondered what Sam would do if he joined him, if he pressed himself against his back and danced along to whatever beat the band created. He could almost visualise it as he found himself unable to look away. Axel froze when Sam turned his head, their gaze somehow meeting through the busy crowd and across the distance.
Sound dimmed, the rock music losing all definition until it was nothing but a single, forgettable noise. Axel’s lips parted slightly as their eyes locked, desire prickling.
“Here you go guv,” the dealer said as he stepped back into the booth. “That will be two hundred.”
Sam’s amber eyes glowed, quickly shifting to the right before returning. He gave a subtle shake of his head, but the connection was already broken.
“That will be two-hundred,” the dealer repeated, tapping the table with his finger.
Axel tossed down some cash, not bothering to count as he swiped the bag and stood. His strides were quick, palms beginning to sweat as he pushed himself through the throngs of people, searching for somewhere quiet and alone. He found the bathrooms down a secluded corridor at the back of the club, separated from the main area. Thankful they were enclosed individual units, Axel entered an empty stall, turning to flick the lock.
A quiet curse before Sam pushed inside, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” Axel asked, breath coming in nervous gasps. “Get out.”
“I can’t.” Sam pressed himself against the bathroom door.
“Fine, you do you.” Axel opened the bag, hand shaking as he pulled out the hypodermic needle and specialised vial of dirty brown powder. Without looking up he ripped the bottom of his t-shirt, quickly tying the scrap of fabric around his bicep. The vial was next, arcane burning in his palm as he heated the powder until it bubbled into a foul-smelling liquid, and quickly inserted the syringe. He turned away from Sam, his attention burning across his back.
A low growl, and Axel jerked his head up to look at Sam in the reflection in the mirror. The glass was fractured, a spider web of cracks all leading from a fist-sized hole, but even with the warped view he caught Sam’s steady gaze.
Axel pressed the needle into his skin, but Sam came at him far quicker than he had anticipated. The tip scraped a bloody line down his arm, missing the vein as he turned with a snarl. He had dropped the vial, it shattering on the black tiles as Sam grabbed at the hypodermic.
“Fuck the –”
The words were swallowed by Sam’s lips, his tongue sweeping in as he pulled the needle from Axel’s grasp.
A second hesitation, a pause before Axel kissed him back. He silenced all of the anxious, guilty thoughts from his mind, locking them away as Sam pressed even closer, the feel of his thick, heavy arousal pressing against his jeans, forcing a moan from Axel’s throat. Lust burned through his blood, the nerves and panic that had settled in his gut turning to something darker, more twisted where there were no consequences.
Fuck it.
Wrapping a hand in Sam’s hair he pulled forward, his tongue fighting for dominance he wasn’t even sure he wanted to win. Sam was ruthless in his invasion, his touch possessive, and Axel finally surrendered entirely without an ounce of resistance. He had denied himself any sort of sexual release for so long, and right then he was thankful he had waited because nothing compared to Sam’s soft lips, his grip strong as he held Axel’s nape, his thumb pressing just hard enough that Axel was aware of the power of the hold. And that turned him on even more, that his partner was a strong male who wasn’t weak or frail. Wasn’t some little mouse who would shrink at Axel’s burdens.
No, Sam was so confident in his strength that it made any submission so much hotter. It made Axel want to bury himself in his heat, lose himself in his tight body until there was nothing else to crave but him.
His own, personal drug.
Sam finally pulled back, breathing in heavy pants. His pupils had swollen, nearly concealing the beautiful molten amber of his irises. Electricity crackled in the air as he yanked at Axel’s t-shirt, fingers exploring the deep lines of each ab with an impatience Axel echoed. Cotton tore, the fabric falling from his shoulders in scraps before he did the same to his own shirt.
This time Axel took the lead, crashing their mouths together in a kiss just as explosive as the first, desperation and need taking over as he pushed Sam back against the cool tiles. Lust was steadily building beneath his skin, hands exploring Sam’s chest before dropping down to tug at his belt.
The buckle opened, the faux leather slipping from each belt loop before Axel felt claws prickle against his forearms, pushing him back.
“Yum,” Sam whispered, his voice a throaty purr as he dropped to his knees, keeping the eye contact as he reached forward to free Axel’s cock.
“Fuck!” he growled, ready to combust as a pearl of arousal glistened on his tip and Sam caught it with a flick of his tongue. Legs weak Axel planted his palms on the wall, steadying himself as Sam gave his cock another long, languorous lick.
Axel was hard as a fucking rock, his skin so painfully tight as Sam dipped his head once more, licking down the length. But it was a sweet pain, one Axel welcomed as his hips jutted forward and Sam pulled back, only to circle his tongue around the crown before repeating the movement over and over.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Axel muttered, his voice a harsh curse as Sam concentrated on the head. He blew out a breath, teeth clenched as his hips flexed, and Sam took his entire length down his throat.
Nose pressed to his groin, Sam hummed, the vibration almost too much as Axel pulled back to hold his cock at the base, trying to stop himself from coming right then and there.
