[PRP] The Kat's Meow [Fiore & Carmine]

[Uta]

The blonde haired vampire had slipped out of the mansion unseen that night, not that he expected anyone to notice or question his whereabouts. Upon returning from his studies abroad, studying various languages, he'd been sent back to the Della Passaglia mansion to continue to his studies and start up a small antique business. It had been disappointing for the vampire, who had hoped perhaps he'd get a chance to go on his own adventures. He certainly read enough about them, and knew the family were great tradesmen -- but besides his studying of languages, it seemed as if he would not be following in those footsteps.

Was he surprised?

...no. Deep down, even Fiore knew it was likely for the best. But he did want to be of exceptional use to the family, and while he was a very reliable linguist, and he had a small, late-night antique establishment open in the city, that seemed about all he was good for. Whether or not that would come in handy for the family was another question entirely. Part of Fiore was desperate to stand out on his own. He certainly wasn't as charming as his older brother, or some great beauty like his older sister. While he was eager and ready to support Matteo, he was still eager to stand out on his own....bht until there was some sort of great need for him in particular, he was often left much to his own devices.

Reading, studying, spending much of his time among the mansion libraries, being tutored by some of the finest, and running his little shop made up much of his unlife. It wasn't a bad way to pass his time, but he did feel rather invisible and, generally, useless. While he met certain individuals on the antique market, most of what came through his doors were trifles and trash; things of interest to mortals, but nothing of great import to the undead.

Perhaps that's why he enjoyed the nights he could slip out, and really let down his hair. And not just his hair, but most of his clothes, too. If anyone saw him, they likely would expect he was simply going out to hunt, to a library, or to his shop. And indeed, Fiore did slip into his small shop. He had a small, personal apartment overhead, mostly where he kept his storage, but also a convenient place for him to stay if he got caught working late, and couldn't make it back to the mansion before dawn.

However, it also served another purpose.

It let him have a change of clothes, and even, perhaps, a change of lifestyle. Quickly, he stripped out of his layers, and changed into something more fitting for the club he was going to. A harness, a few leather gauntlets, a bondage collar with a little tab with the name Kitten. A pair of leather shorts, and some leather boots finished his ensemble. He futzed with his hair, put on a little spray of cologne, and quickly made his way back to the streets. He didn't exit the way he'd come in -- instead, he took a maintenance corridor in the back of the building, coming out the exit on the far side.

Thankfully, the club he wanted to hit up wasn't far, and once he managed to make his way in, he could forget about everything. It was dark, there were plenty of rooms, plenty of music, and places to play if one so wished. Nobody used their real names, far as he could tell, and that was just fine by him. Even here, he wasn't Fiore -- he was simply known by the alias Kitten. It wasn't perhaps the most original choice, but he'd been called it years prior and it rather stuck.

He liked it and it did fit. He could be a lap cat when he wanted to be, and he never turned down any offers of cream.

So it was, Kitten moved through the club, stopping first at the bar to get a drink...or at least, to see if anyone there wanted to order him a drink. He rarely had to pay for his own, not that he couldn't afford to. No, tonight, Kitten was on the prowl. Perhaps he'd just drink and dance; or perhaps he'd find himself in one of the playrooms with a few strangers. Or maybe he'd find someone worth taking back to that small apartment.... Who knew what the night would bring? Whatever might happen, Kitten was ready to play.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

It hadn’t been the first time that Carmine had hung out at the club. In fact, most nights he ended up here. Either solo or with a group of others. Tonight it was the latter. Having come witg a group of friends. Hoping to have a really good time while he was out and about. One would think the bookie business was low stress but it was anything but and really Carmine had just wanted to shrug off the day suit and slip into something a bit more comfortable.

And so as soon as he had gotten home, Carmine did just that. An outfit consisting of mostly straps, studs and spikes. Knee high s**t kicker boots with their own set of spot kea rounded out the outfit. He wore his long silver hair up in a high ponytail. Dark eyeliner to make his blue eyes pop. It certainly wasn’t his most intricate outfit but he wasn’t looking for really put on a show. The male was just there for a good time.

He had been there a while, gathered around a tall table where there was only standing room. Chatting with friends, greeting those he knew who happened by, eyeing the dance floor in the mean time as his blue gaze trailed over those who came and went. Some familiar, some not. But most he knew. Except the short little blond who happened to wander in looking rather tasty. He couldn’t help zeroing in on him. Either he was new to the club or just new to Carmine. Either way. The vampire excused himself from his friends and wound his way through the crowd towards the bar where he had last seen him.

Ah, there he was.

Sliding in next to him casually, the tall male pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth and waved down a bartender so that he could order a drink. Of course; he still had one back at the table he was sharing with his friends. He glanced down at the blond vampire, spotting the little name tag with the word “Kitten” scrolled across it. Reaching over he flicked it with a claw.. “Kitten hm?” His voice was deep, gravely as smoke rose from his lips as he spoke. “If I scratch you behind your ear will you purr? Or maybe it takes something else to get that motor going?” He chuckled, a deep rumble as he took another long drag of that cigarette. The cherry blazing red in the dim light of the club.

Uta

 

[Uta]

It was easier to be a nobody, or at least Kitten, among a group of strangers. There were no expectations, no reminders that he was just the expendable spare. Here, he could be whatever he wanted -- flirty, coy, sexy, wild -- whatever he felt, because come dawn, it wouldn't matter. Whatever happened at the club, stayed at the club, and he'd return to his shop, the little buttoned up linguist who spent too much time with his books and antiques.

Fiore had just settled in at the bar when a stranger sat down next to him. Of course, the stranger didn't just sit down and order a drink -- instead, he reached out to flick the silver tag. He arched a brow, though his lips curled into a pleased smile -- he wasn't embarrassed by the name, or the query. It could be a conversation starter, and it allowed him to keep some anonymity.

The deep voice of the other pleased Fiore, though, as did the question. Whoever this stranger was it wasn't someone he recognized. Then again, Fiore had only come back to this part of Hemlock recently, and was a new face at most of the clubs. Unlike Carmine, he had few friends, having left most of his connections behind from where he'd last been studying. He was new blood, in a way, but that was just as well for him. He wouldn't be new for long.

With pale hair, pale skin, Fiore certainly was struck by those blue eyes. He certainly approved of what he saw -- did he come over just to get a drink? Was this coincidence? Or had he come over specifically to talk to him? Regardless, the blonde was more than keen on encouraging the attention. "I'm afraid you'll have to stick around to find out. Think you've got the magic touch, stranger?" He asked with a tilt of his head and a playful smile.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Good, this ‘Kitten’ was definitely not shy. Or at least, he seemed that way. There was a time and place for the cute, shy and coy act but that got boring after a while. And being shy here, in this club, got you ignored. Most they were there had been there for interaction. And having to pull someone out of their shell just to get them to talk was boring. There was no sport in it. There was a time and a place. Just not here.

The pale blonde, he was sure now, was new to the club. Carmine had a good memory, you had to when you dealt with numbers all day, and he was sure that they didn’t run around in the same crowds either. No, he would have definitely noticed this one if they had. But they would change if the tall male had anything to say about it. Oh well, he was getting ahead of himself. However, Carmine was getting ahead of himself. But when he saw something he wanted, well, he could pursue it with an intensity to rival others who might get in his way.

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he let the smoke slowly drift up to his nose, inhaling before blowing a steady stream of smoke odd to the side. The tips of his fangs peeking out from beneath his lip in a roguish smile. “Magic fingers, magic tongue. It’s all magic, Kitten.” The cockiness was well earned. Carmine had never had any complaints from partners and he didn’t see it happening anytime soon. If at all.

His drink finally arrived and he took a generous sip. Letting the clear fluid burn a trail down his throat. “You here alone or waitin’ on someone?” He ran his tongue along the edge of a fang. It would just be his luck that the other was there with someone else. He was a hot, there was no denying that in the slightest. The hot ones always seemed to be attached though. Shame.

The group he was with caught his attention briefly as they yelled in jubilation. Apparently one of their other friends had arrived. But he would catch up with them later. For now all his attention was in the male next to him. It couldn’t be helped that now he was closer those blue eyes roamed along his small frame. Taking in all the tantalizing skin he could see, his outfit, the subtle way his lips parted just so in the smile and the slight tilt of his head.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Fiore wasn't necessarily shy, per say, though when he was anywhere but the club he tended to have a much more reserved and aloof persona. Unlike his older brother who was much more engaging and sociable, Fiore had a quieter demeaner. When Matteo, or any others in the family spoke, he listened, and by the time he was ready to voice his thoughts, usually the conversation had long since moved on. He felt his opinion was rarely required, or his insight so there was little need in forcing it .... he was just Fiore, after all.

So, he kept his feelings about almost any matter close to the vest, and stayed out from getting underfoot or causing trouble. He ran his shop, he studied his languages, he kicked around the family library, and did his best to please. Keeping his more outgoing and carefree side for the clubs and parties, it seemed to work out well enough. No strings attached, no questions, and as anonymously as he could manage. This way he didn't bring any shame to the Della Passaglia name, or the Clan.

Fiore didn't often make it out to the clubs, so when he did, he made it well worth his while. And right now, he was very eager to see if this new-found stranger would quick to become a new-found delight. If his response was anything to go by, the brown-haired vampire had reason to hope. And why not? Whoever this was, he carried a self-assured air that pleased him more than it vexed him-- confidence was sexy, after all, and doubly so for Fiore who wasn't always as confident. or sure of himself. With pale skin, a handsome face framed by pale hair, and startling blue eyes--indeed, he was quite a fine catch to be had.

"Is that so?" He asked with a small laugh, leaning forward a little as if to take a better look at him. And this time, he did let his gaze drink him in more fully, lingering on his lips before he very thoroughly took stock of his form. "Who knew I'd bump into such a talented magician. And such good fortune, because I know a few tricks myself." Whether or not the other was interested in finding out what those were was another story entirely. But if his outfit didn't give it away, or the sort of club they were at, it was clear he was on the hunt for something more than a drink or a dance.

"Alone," he admitted with a smile, "but hopefully not for long. This Kitten's a lap cat, after all. Need to find someone to keep warm tonight. What about you, Master Magician? Just here for a drink or did you see something you liked?" Fiore gave a little languid stretch on that barstool, twisting in such a way to peek coyly over his shoulder at him, to see if he might still be looking.

No.

Kitten was feeling playful tonight, and if this pale haired stranger wasn't feeling up to it, someone else would.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Whether Carmine was at work, gone or out at the clubs it didn’t change his personality at all. He had no reason to be anyone but himself honestly. You either liked him or you didn’t. And if you didn’t well that was no skin off his nose. There were plenty of people who did and that suited him just fine. Although, he was kind of really hoping this cute little kitten would like him just the same.

He laughed that deep laugh, closing one eye in amusement. “Really now? Well, I might be interested in seeing these tricks of yours. Perhaps learn something new while I’m at it. What do you say, Kitten? Willing to share your secrets with a fellow magician?” A wide smirk parted his lips, the cigarette in his mouth hanging between his teeth as blue eyes sparked with interest and amusement. But it was hard not to be. The short little blonde was really attractive and luckily for Carmine he had gotten here first. Any number of others could have beaten him to the punch. No matter though, if he had missed his opportunity there were others here who were just as eager.

The taller male brushed fingers lightly up the other’s arm as he leaned in slightly. Taking the cigarette from his mouth and extinguishing it. “How about we find someplace a bit more comfortable and you show me your magic tricks, hm?” Tilting his head, his long ponytail slipping over his shoulder as he gave the smaller male another lingering look over. Yea, he liked what he saw.

Uta

 

[Uta]

The deep laugh of the pale stranger pleased Fiore greatly, and he wondered what other sounds he might get to hear before the night was through. Those blue eyes were all the more alluring when they were bright with mirth, and he decided he'd do what he could to keep a smile on the vampires face. It was why he was here, after all.... Hopefully, the handsome stranger didn't want to leave alone.

Thankfully, he had his answer. "Ah, but a good magician never gives away his secrets," he countered with a playful smile. "But I'd be happy to give you a private show. A clever, sexy, vampire like yourself will probably have no trouble figuring out my secrets... but you might enjoy the show, all the same," he added, a little purr woven in his words.

Fiore was eager to let his hair down and lose himself to the night. He didn't even know the stranger's name, but what did it matter? He was handsome, attractive, and most importantly, seemed willing to find a quiet place for just the two of them. That was all they needed. He had no expectations that this meeting was anything more than two strangers passing through the night. "Mmm, sounds delightful. Shall we then? I'm eager to better to get to know you, master magician." Slipping off the bench, he waited for Carmine to stand before looping his arm with his. If he let his hand trace over it, he couldn't really be blamed.

"My place or yours?"

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

“Ahhhh, well, you’ve got me there, Kitten.” To day his curiosity was peaked was an understatement. And he was not above leaving the club a little earlier than he had planned now that he had a cute little kitty in his sights. He had planned to leave with at least one someone that night. And it wouldn’t have been that hard to find someone. Fiore just happened to catch his attention first and earliest.

Carmine tapped out another citarette from the box, placing it between his lips but not yet lighting it when the smaller male stood and he followed suit. The feel of that lithe arm linking with his own sending a jolt up his arm as fingers traced along his skin. If Kitten hadn’t had his attention before he sure as hell did now. Carmine shot a glance at his group of friends, indicating with a head gesture towards Fiore that he was leaving with him. No point in them hanging around waiting for him as he had no plans to return at any point and time that night. No, he had plans to be quite busy in whatever capacity.

“Mine is fine. We’ll have a real good time there, promise.” Carmine began to lead his new found interest through the club and out onto the street where the bright dazzle on neon club lights illuminated the night air. Once outside, he finally lit his fresh cigarette and turned them both in the direction of his apartment. It was a bit of a ways to walk but not super far away by any means. It was where he could be comfortable don’t whatever they wanted to for the rest of the night. Taking a deep drag he slowly exhaled, smoke curling up and away from his head as he glanced down at the little piece of tail on his arm. Man, he sure did get lucky tonight? He’d been to that club many nights and never come across someone quite as delectable looking as Fiore. “Not long now. I look forward to that private show. Teach me some new tricks.” He chuckled, deep as it rumbled in his chest.

Uta

 

[Uta]

A thrill of excitement gripped Fiore as the pale stranger confirmed they'd be headed back to his place. The brown eyed vampire was eager to let loose and enjoy the company of the stranger. They were both well aware what he was interested in, and with luck it was something the stranger was willing to give in droves. Of course, Fiore had no intention of letting go of that strong arm now that it was in his hold. The feel of his muscles, the strength of that arm... He could only imagine what he might find once they were more comfortably situated.

Gods, but he was happy with how things were progressing. He stranger was everything he could hope to find -- he wasn't playing hard to get, wasn't so drunk he was off limits, and was exceedingly handsome. He was almost jealous of the cigarette which hung from those lips, but he knew it was just a matter of time before he could kiss the nicotine and tobacco from them. All he had to do was be patient... and that wasn't something he wanted to be.

But he would be. It would hopefully make the night better, and afford him some seconds or thirds, if things went vey well. Better than a one-and-done in some playroom or dark corner... though those could be just as satisfying. Ah, but tonight Fiore wanted to feast, and gorge upon the generosity of this stranger.

"I'm looking forward to it," he agreed, his words eager. "This Kitten's been far too cooped up lately, and is eager to play. I've plenty of tricks to perform, if you've got the time, sexy," he assured with a good-natured smile. He didn't know what the other planned with the rest of his night, but Fiore would enjoy what he was given. So long as they both had a nice time, that's all he cared about. If he wound up back on the streets with night left to burn, he could always hit up another club, or simply return home to the mansion or his apartment. He was and liked to be flexible, especially when on the prowl.

As they walked, he kept himself close to the stranger, brown eyes taking note of small things--the brand of cigarette smoked, the smell of his cologne amid the smoke, any jewelry upon him. Things he could commit to memory, in case he wanted to reply the evening long after they parted ways. Being perceptive and observant was one of the things the Della Passaglia did best. When one was as overlooked as he seemed to be, it meant he was good at picking out details. It also helped with his antique trade, sussing out garbage and fakes from the real treasures.

Of course, there was something he needed to know. "Since I might need it during some of my acts, is there something I can call you?" Names weren't required -- he could call him nicknames, pet names, or just Daddy. Goodness knew Fiore hadn't given up his actual name and was sticking with his alias. But his companion might want to have something a touch more personal on his lips if things went well...

Yayoi