Drinking in Private, (Ianto)

[Dominic]

Dominic looked into Ianto's eyes, his own glowing blue. After such a gentle kiss he knew he had to do something. He grasped the shirt and pulled it roughly down to his elbows, so that Ianto's arms were caught by the fabric and he wouldn't be able to lift them. "You want this don't you? You want me to take, you don't you?" He bit into Ianto's neck. The rush of blood was heady. He sucked hard and felt the warmth flow through him.

[Ianto Tailor]

Now the only thing in reach of his pinned hands were Dominic's hips so he rested his hands there, not gripping or pulling, just resting. "It's all I'm good for." he murmured before letting his eyes drift closed, letting the vampire do what he wanted. Maybe this would be his lucky night and he'd die in a blissful haze.

[Dominic]

Dominic drank his fill, this man didn't have the scars one would associate with one of the regulars, so he would be fine if a little woozy for a bit. Dominic licked the wound closed and smiled. "Now Ianto, I'm sure you are good at what you do. You are a worthy feed so none of this self loathing." he ran his hand through the man's hair. "Come on now, I'm sure you have lots of friends and aquaintances. Tonight is not the night for feeling glum, tonight is full of tricks and treats. And Ianto, you are a treat not a trick."

[Ianto Tailor]

He didn't bother to surpress the soft moan that escaped him as Dominic fed from him. When he was done, he leaned against the man for support, feeling a bit dizzy. "I'm a fucking librarian. I was RIPT but that bitch Aurora managed to get me fired. I failed. It's like I told Jacob. I'm only good at taking care of other's and never myself. Always have been." he murmured, eyes gazing off, lost in his memories.

[Dominic]

"You let another drive you from your job? You didn't fight for yourself, you just rolled over and let her get away with it? That doesn't seem right unless you actually did what she accused you of to make you lose your job. You can't take care of people unless you take care of yourself first." Dominic held him in his arms. His hands rubbing his bare back. "I'll see what I can do once I get settled in. I'm here to work with William. Perhaps he has some pull with the police department. You would be able to help more people there than at the library."

[Ianto Tailor]

"They let me go to save face, that's why. Doesn't matter. I work in the archives at the library with the rare books. Plus I'm getting a key made by a friend of the door that holds the bloodlines of the vampires who've ruled this city as well as the shifters that inhabit it as well. I could get killed for having that key, but it's worth the risk to know." he murmured, gently pushing away from Dom.

He pulled his shirt up into place, fixing the collar. He tried to button it, his trembling hands making it impossible. He didn't want to let Dom get under his skin. He was poison. No one who was with him romantically lived long. Jack was proof of that.

[Dominic]

Dom gently pushed his hands away and buttoned the shirt for him. "If you are okay with your job then I will let it rest. But I would stand up for you if you wish it. Though having you studying the Moorebank bloodlines might be interesting. If I can help in anyway, let me know. I might be able to help you."

"Thank you for your blood it was just what I wanted." Dom pulled him close again. "You were very tasty." he leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

[Ianto Tailor]

"Why do you care? I'm just another pathetic human who happens to get a kick out of a vampire's bite. I'm no different than anyone else. You don't know me. Why would you stand up for me?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Dom's face.

He couldn't stop the blush that graced his cheeks when he was pulled in close again. He returned the kiss with a soft, but fustrated groan, before pushing himself back and shaking his head. "Don't tease me. It's been awhile."

[Dominic]

"Why do I care for anyone? Because I do. I've been where you are, lost what I wanted most in life. Had it taken from me for nothing. I happen to like to help those who don't normally feed us. You were willing to let me take your humanity, your blood and feed from it. You said that you had fed another vampire. I believe you, but you do not do it often. I can tell. You don't have the scars that indicate that you donate on a regular basis." Dom said angrily. He pulled Ianto back to him. "And I never tease. I never say one thing with my body that I'm not willing to continue. To you or anyone. So if you want to continue, fine, but if you pull away again, then I'll know that you don't want me to continue and I'll go find someone else who wants to play."

[Ianto Tailor]

He listened as Dominic spoke and felt a bit like an ass for being a bit mean to him. He gave a half-hearted protest as he was pulled back but made no move to escape again. "I have no idea why I'm letting you do this but I feel I can trust you." he murmured, peeking through long lashes at him. "So what now?"

[Dominic]

He chuckled. "What do you want, Ianto? Do you want me to take you? There is a bed over there that we can use or if you want to play cops and robbers I can play bad cop and submit you to a strip search and just take you against the wall. Or you can tell me your favorite fantasy and I can help you act it out tonight and maybe again some other time." He pulled Ianto until he could feel him up against his erect cock. The blood from the feeding had all gone to one place, and now was straining the front of his trousers. "Or I can help you out of those clothes I just helped you get into and we could just fall on each other on the floor but the bed would be more comfortable."

[Ianto Tailor]

His eyes grew wide and his cheeks burned as he listened to Dominic's ideas of what he wanted to do with him. He let out a soft gasp, hands coming up to grip Dom's upper arms as he tried to remember how to breathe. "I. . . I never bothered with fantasies. Never tried." he managed to get out. "That's why I asked you."

[Dominic]

"What fun is life without a little fantasy to spice things up? Did the thought of me playing a bad cop and strip searching turn you on? Or is it the whole idea of me forcing you to be bad. You can let go Ianto, I'm here to catch you. Nothing you can tell me will shock me. There is nothing I haven't heard about, nothing that I haven't done. I'm of Belle Morte's line, like William. Our bloodline runs on sex. Look her up when you get access to the list of bloodlines." He slipped out of Ianto's hands and moved behind him. "I can be gentle Ianto, or I can be rough. Which do you want tonight? Shall it be the bed for a nice gentle shag or shall I slam you up against the wall and tell you to 'spread 'em'." He murmured in Ianto's ear. His arms encircled the other man, his hands exploring the body in front of him. He had thought to find a nice woman to share the evening with but Ianto was better. He was ready for a good man. And a good man was hard to find, but a hard man was better.

[Ianto Tailor]

Ianto's breathing started to get a bit heavier as he lingered on every word from Dominic. He let his mind wander, thinking of things he normally wouldn't dare think of. He closed his eyes, just listening and sunk back against Dom as he came up behind him. He didn't touch him, he kept his arms at his side as he just relaxed into his touch. "Not gentle. Not tonight." he murmured, turning his head a bit and opening his eyes, meeting Dom's gaze. "Make it hurt."

[Dominic]

"I can make it hurt since that is your pleasure tonight." Dominic stepped back from Iantol. "All right Maggot." he said roughly. "You have been caught smuggling information out of that place you call a library, a repository of smut and filth and lies about vampires I call it. Perhaps you have something on you right now, don't you maggot. You know the routine, hands against the wall and spread 'em. I have to search you and make sure we got it all when we raided the place. You will put your hands on the wall and you will not move them no matter what I do, do you understand." Dom hissed in his ear and pushed him so that he would have to put his hands on the wall or go face first into it.