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Trevor’s lips formed themselves into a smirk when he heard the other man’s question. The whiskey was already clouding his judgment, and he convinced himself there would be no such thing as saying no or judgments tonight. And now that his flask was almost over— he decided to do exactly that. Grabbing it out of his suit pocket, he raised the flask at the other man for a quick second before uncapping it— finishing the whole flash. He definitely needed that— to avoid the guilt and anything else he might feel. He didn’t know why he would feel guilty anyway.
“Anywhere sounds nice.” Trevor said, a large smile on his face. He pushed himself off of the wall and took a few steps forward, his hand smoothing the lapels of the mysterious figure’s velvet black suit. His fingers lingered on the electric blue necktie, his eyes focusing on the man’s. He took another step in front of him, not caring about what anyone around them would be thinking. After all, they would all be busy with their own activities. Trevor licked his lips again, his eyes looking at the masked man’s jawline and high cheekbones. “What’d you like to do with me, hm?” Trevor teased, the alcohol talking instead of his consciousness.
What was he getting himself into? There was no denying that he felt a certain thrill pass through him as the space between them diminished, the other man’s hand resting on his necktie. Unconsciously Logan licked his lips, his eyes flicking from the man’s hands to his stubble jaw and neck. He took another step forward, their chests now touching, and rested his hands on the dark man’s hips. Warm, soft, the fabric smooth against his fingertips. Even underneath several layers of clothing, he could tell that his companion was sturdily built and probably well-muscled.
A feral grin made his lip curl, revealing pearly white teeth. “What would I like to do?” Logan repeated, his voice now low and husky. He had no idea, except that he wanted out; out of the noisy room, away from everyone else and their prying eyes, where he could enjoy his conquest in peace. “I’d like to take you away from this menagerie to somewhere more private, and, ah, get to know you better.” He let himself lean forward, eyes glittering, stopping just before his lips collided with the mystery man’s. “That is, if you have no objections?”
I … I wouldn’t call it a talent, as much as a hobby … although others think I’m good, I’m not quite confident in my abilities.I simply wish to please a Master - to have someone to belong to. Nine years is quite a long time to be abandoned.
You must be good to have your former master throw you an art exhibition, no?
Don’t fret too much, my dear, a pretty little thing like you is sure to have a master or a mistress soon enough. There’s been a sudden influx to The Nox lately, someone is bound to notice you.
Well, I’m not like most of the pets here. I’ve come to appreciate the Masters and Mistresses - they’re the sole reason any of us aren’t burning in Hell right now.
I have been owned. My Master even gave me an Art Show - he said I had true potential. But one day he … he disappeared … and I have not seen him again.
An art show? You’re an artist? Impressive. Don’t think I’ve met many pets that have such talent.
And masters tend to come and go as they please; it’s one of the perks of being a demon. You’re never tied down.
I apologise for my age, Mr. Romanov, but I promise that I’ve only gotten better over the years. It’s a shame we have not met before. You seem lovely.
"Lovely"? That would be the last word anyone here would describe me as, but thank you for your kind praise. Since you’ve been here a long time, have you ever been owned?
Nine years, Sir.
Nine years? You’re positively ancient! Can’t recall ever seeing you around, but then again I never really concerned myself with pets before. I tend to leave after a while, you see.
I’m not as new as the others, Sir. I’m Delilah - Delilah Crue.
Well, how long have you been here at The Nox since you’re “not as new as the others”, then?
are you looking for a pet today, perchance?
My, my, you’re a bold one. Not many seek me out to initiate a conversation.
Who are you?
Raising his eyebrows when he noticed the man eye his silver flash, he pushed it back inside the inner pocket of his black suit, before flashing a quick smile— a natural one that Trevor would have. They’d notice it was him if they’ve seen him smile before. But then again, not many got to see this smile on his face. His subtle smile grew into a bigger smirk when he heard the man’s statement. “Not anyone’s date tonight. Steal me, please. The party’s a little depressing, eh.” Trevor said ironically.
The party was anything but depressing— there were attractive pets and demons scattered around the big ball room, music blasting through the speakers and masks everywhere— which would conceal a person’s identity, but Trevor doubt it really did work like on television or films. He always found it stupid when it was so fucking obvious who someone was behind the mask. But there he was, looking at the man with the silver mask, unsure who he is even though his jawline and lips were quite similar. Deciding he needed even more alcohol, he stopped a waiter that walked past them and grabbed a glass of champagne. It wasn’t exactly his favorite drink, but it’d do. Drinking the glass a little too quickly, he licked his lips and returned his gaze back at the mysterious man.
Logan found himself mimicking the man’s smile, brown eyes meeting the icy blue behind the black mask. It was a genuine smile—a nice smile—one that he couldn’t recall ever seeing before, but wouldn’t mind seeing again. If only he could tell who on earth his companion was. It was driving him mad, it was; the familiar yet mysterious air surrounding him was infuriating.Pull yourself together,he told himself as he edged closer to the other man,there’s all the time in the world to get know him.
Chuckling softly, he ran a hand through his hair. Steal him? It would be a pleasure; mystery man was most pleasing to the eye, had a nice jaw, piercing eyes, and the hands… His hands looked like they could pack a punch, but still have a gentle touch. The clatter of glasses and pulse of the music seemed to fade as all his attention focused on the figure leaning on the wall next to him. “If I did steal you, were would I take you?” Logan asked, a smirk playing along his lips. Leaning forward, he let his lips brush against the masked man’s left ear before he whispered, “My room, your room, the bar… the possibilities are endless.”
The Devil’s Masque Playlist: Fire With Fire
01. Fire With Fire — The Scissor Sisters
02. Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t) — All Time Low
03. Middle of the Night — Sherwood
04. The Bad Touch — Bloodhound Gang
05. Where Have You Been — Rihanna
06. I Want You — Savage Garden
07. Little Lion Man — Mumford and Sons
Watching as the man finished a glass of champagne, Trevor smirked at his sarcastic question, one that was probably mocking Trevor himself. Feeling like he needed another sip of alcohol, he took yet another quick shot, the bitter taste of Whiskey fading down his throat. He knew he was going to get tipsier by the second, and he didn’t mind at all. He needed to be a little more loose, and he needed to get rid of all the stress and tension from all those dinner services. The buzz was starting to flow all over his body— his skin feeling a little more uncomfortable by the second.
“No, here alone. Leaves you wanting what?” Trevor asked surely. In fact, he was pretty sure he was here alone, considering who he was trying to find wasn’t anywhere to be found and no one approached him yet— the mysterious man being the first one. His cheekbones reminded Trevor of someone, but he wasn’t sure. “Why?” The man asked, adjusting his black mask a little. He loosened the knot behind his auburn hair so his disguise was a little less secure. Casually turning his head to look at the man, his blue eyes pierced through his mask and observed the man’s silver mask and fitted black suit.
A flash of silver caught his wandering attention, bringing it back to the shadow cloaked man.How smart.He caught a whiff of alcohol—whiskey?—wafting out of the flask’s neck after the man had taken a sip. That would explain the his antsy demeanour and brusque manner of speaking. Logan couldn’t really blame him; the room was filled with people, half of which were doing some… interesting things to say the least. Hardly conducive to having a good time. But then again, this was the place where damned souls came after cutting a deal with the Devil; The concept of ‘fun’ and ‘damned souls’ didn’t exactly go together in the same sentence.
Logan tapped his nose knowingly, allowing a smirk to grace his lips. What did he want? At the moment, he wanted some more alcohol to chase away any inhibitions that clouded his mind. Luckily, he was somewhat of a light weight, his goal very do-able.”Why?” Why did he want to know whether the man in black was attending alone? That was a very good question, and Logan had no answer for that. He turned his masked face to face his shorter companion. The part of his face that he could see looked like someone whom he knew, or rather, whom he talked to briefly. Ah, fuck it. He’d figure it out later.
"Why?" he mused, hand stroking his chin, "I wouldn’t want to steal someone’s date. That would be rather rude." Especially one as handsome as you, he added silently as his eyes wandered over the tailored black suit.
The whiskey was slowly starting to hit him. The music was getting a little louder and he felt the bass and the drums of the song— his skin was getting a little hotter and he was already a little sweatier from the tight-fitting suit and the flask of whiskey in his hand. It wasn’t a fashion statement— he wasn’t one who would spend hours on picking what to wear— but he wore black to blend in. Avoid conversation and just observe the crowd— that was his goal. The black leather shoes, velvet suit, pants, tie and jacket all helped him blend in so people wouldn’t see him in the dark. He looked around, still uninterested in what was going on. He preferred not to look at the masters and pets who were a little into it. Maybe find Liam later,Trevor noted himself.
His train of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice that surprised him. Remaining calm, Trevor uncapped his flask and took a quick shot of whiskey, trying to figure out who it was behind the mask. He had a prominent jaw line and cheek bones, but Trevor was too out of it to try to figure out who it was. Leaning back against the wall of the ball room, Trevor looked back up at the man who was slightly taller than him. “So fuckin’ fun.” Trevor said harshly, his tone sarcastic. “Having the time of my life ‘ere, you?” Trevor asked annoyingly.
Logan smiled underneath his mask, taking another sip of his half-full champagne glass. How refreshing, a man after his own heart. The voice seemed oddly familiar, as if he’d heard it before, but the chances of that were exceedingly slim; he had been rather anti-social this last stint at The Nox, choosing to avoid the pets and demons who stayed. He appraised the shorter man out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge who he was conversing with. Stubble, dark brown hair… it could’ve been anyone. But why did he care?
"Oh, I’m having the time of my life," Logan replied, his tone laced with amused sarcasm in contrast to his companion’s harsh tone. A sense of deja vu washed over him, but he ignored it. It’s the alcohol, he told himself putting his empty glass on the floor for one of the red clothed people to find. "The music’s not too bad, but the company leaves me wanting. You here with anyone?" The lack of a collar pegged the mystery man as either a demon or staff.