Love the Way You Lie -- Mizell x Rhys

[Ephemerality]

It was a night just like any other for Rhys in Club Envy, filled with dancing and spiriting paying patrons off to the private rooms in the back of the club. In fact, the man had only just finished up with his latest customer, a nice little roll of bills pushed into the back pocket of his tight, black leather pants.

Now, he just wanted a break before getting back to his shift, figuring he'd drop off his earnings with his superiors and grab some water at the same time. The half-breed strutted his way down the bar when one drunken man reached out, grabbing him by the arm.

"Hey, sexy. How about I buy you a drink?" The older giver crooned in an inebriated tone. Rhys struggled momentarily to hide his disdain. Escort or not, he hated to be grabbed at and hit on by drunks.. But such was the nature of the job, that he knew.

"No drinking on the clock," He purred back, "Maybe later, handsome." The half-incubus gave the man a seductive wink before turning to continue his walk, eyes rolling the second his face was hidden. He made it a bit further down the bar before getting to an empty space near one of the bartenders on duty. In one fluid motion, the dancer lifted himself up onto the side of the bar, hands going back to lean back against them.

"Where's the boss?" He asked, shifting his weight just long enough to pull the money from his pocket and hold it up, "I need to cash in. And get me a bottle of water, while you're at it."

[istaya]

Mizell had been watching the boy the whole time, he could not help it he loved to watch him dance. He hated to see others touch the other but he knew Rhys lived for dancing, and Mizell did not want to take that away. He smiled happy when he got to the bar and moved close to him, "I'm here," he told him softly, wrapping his arms around his neck and whispering into his ear. He gently pulled him onto the other side of the bar, "Come to my office, its time for a break." He handed him a bottle of water before heading to the office knowing the bearer would follow.

[Ephemerality]

Rhys' full lips pulled into a grin when he heard Mizell's voice and felt those arms around him, the whisper in his ear sending a pleasant chill right down his spine. He allowed himself to be pulled over the the other side, hopping down and following after the giver right into his office.

"Good. I'm overdue for a break," Rhys said, though the tone he used with that final word seemed to insinuate more than it let on. It wasn't some huge secret that he and the giver had some kind of.. something going on between them. A relationship? No, that wasn't it. Employment with 'benefits'? Whatever it was, Rhys couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. Sure, sleeping with your boss was always a disaster waiting to happen.. But how was he supposed to resist him?

He opened the bottle, lifting it to his lips. Even something as simple as taking a drink of water could be made seductive by the half-breed bearer, and he didn't spare the red-haired male from the show, light blue eyes locked on the male.

[istaya]

Mizell turned to lock the door once his lover entered glad Rhys had agreed. His eyes drank him in just as the bearer took a sip from his water, everything he did looked so hot. He moved close to wrap his arms around him teasingly, but just as soon as those arms were around him they were gone as he headed to his desk with the money he made. "You did well tonight..." he commented as he counted the money then took his share. "Cash or check tonight?" He was all business now, but once it was finished he knew they would have a little fun before the bearer had to get back to work.

[Ephemerality]

Just as quickly as the arms were around him, they were gone, leaving Rhys pouting at the teasing. As much of a tease as he was, it was odd that the boy wasn't very fond of being on the receiving end of it. Still, his mood piqued again t the other's words. Even if Mizell was in business mode for the moment, the boy couldn't help but weigh his response options. After a moment of calculated silence, he spoke up.

"Cash.. And yeah, I'm so wore out. I've been dancing since I've got in the door, and I've taken two customers to the back already tonight," He stated, tone as casual as could be. On the inside, though, he wanted to get a rise out of the other.. Jealousy, anger, something. Something about the other's temper was like a drug to the boy. "They can't keep their hands off me. All in a night's work for your best dancer, mm?"

[istaya]

Mizell counted out the cash once he heard the response then looked up as the bearer continued. Anger then jealousy flashed in his golden eyes, he always hated others touching Rhys. He set the money down hard on the desk and stalked forward to grab Rhys and yank him close. "You are done for tonight...we are going home," he ordered holding tight enough to bruise. He kissed at his neck wanting a taste of his blood, it seemed to be the only thing to fill and calm him. "You should not work here, I could provide for you, you could still dance for me. You would never have to work again." They always talked about this, Mizell wanted to be Rhys's provider and lover, Mizell hated to watch the other go with others, for some reason he wanted him all to himself.

[Ephemerality]

Jackpot. As soon as he saw the other's eyes flash with those emotions, he knew his manipulation had succeeded. A small gasp escaped his lips as he was roughly yanked forward, head tilting away to let the other kiss his neck. Rhys just couldn't get enough of it, or the slight pain of being held so tightly.

"Come on.. Not this again," He sighed, letting out a soft, impatient huff. Every time the redhead brought up the subject, it annoyed the half-breed. It wasn't that he wasn't tempted by the idea.. Really, he was. He always had been. Yet he was terrified of the idea of commitment. For someone with no idea how to express emotions and who made a living, hopping from bed to bed, being in a monogamous, stable relationship was his worst fear.

"Besides, as things are right now, you could say my dancing is what's providing for you," He teased lightly. The white-haired boy was never one to stay serious for long. "I wouldn't want to make you file bankruptcy."

[istaya]

"Rhys..." he growled out against his neck nipping slightly in part anger and part want. "I have other dancers...good dancers. Not as great as you, but I would never go out of business." He sat in his armchair bringing Rhys down into his lap and still holding him tight. "They do not deserve to have you, to see you," he growled again. He did not understand why the other refused to move in with him but it made him angry, just as it made him angry to let others have him. He bit into his neck now holding him close as he fed from him, getting hard from the pleasure of feeding from him. It was normal for Mizell to feed from Rhys but he wanted to punish him now.

[Ephemerality]

As soon as he was pulled down into the other's lap, it felt like Rhys' entire body was on fire with need. Even though it was annoying on one level, Mizell's possessiveness over him was such a turn on for the half-breed. He grinned as the man's fangs finally sank into his neck, unable to help the soft, lustful moan that left his lips.

"No one else deserves to have me..?" He whispered, hands coming to rest against the giver's strong chest. The boy smirked, one slipped down until he was feeling up the redhead's groin through his pants, "You're such a hopeless romantic, Mizell. It's cute."

[istaya]

Mizell rocked up to his hand, loving the feelings he got from Rhys. Soon he pulled his fangs free and licked the wound closed. "Just move in with my Rhys," he asked softly. "You are there most nights, and its closer to work so I can get you more often. Just this at least." Mizell lived above the club in a huge apartment that he had built and customized to fit his tastes. He just wanted to at least have Rhys more that any of the patrons of the club got to, that would settle his temper a bit. He looked up to him then kissed him gently, "And I am not being romantic...I just deserve to have every moment of your time. Because I'm special."

[Ephemerality]

As soon as the fangs were gone, Mizell was pressuring him again. Now, it was transcending the line of being a turn on and tweaking his temper. Stubbornly, the boy kept quiet until the other kissed him, refusing to return the gesture until the man pulled away.

"Fuck. If I move in with you, will you get off my case?" He huffed, and moved his hand right back up to the other's chest. It didn't seem like he was going to get to have any fun with the other without annoying begging tonight anyway, something which just annoyed him even more. "If it'll stop all of this bullshit of yours, then sure. Whatever. I'll do it."

[istaya]

Mizell watched him angry, Rhy's anger feeding his own. He pushed him to the floor and stood angry, "If you did not want to you could have said so. Just go whore yourself out and I'll find someone else to have fun with." Now he was the one manipulating the other just to get a rise out of him. He knew the other was just saying yes to make Mizell stop asking, he did not really want to move in.

[Ephemerality]

Rhys hissed as he came crashing to the floor, glaring up at the giver as he was told to go whore himself out. The manipulation was working. As much of a manipulator he was himself, it was just as easy to get a rise out of him if one said the right things. Angry, he pushed himself up from the ground and stubbornly crawled into the man's lap again, fingers tangling in the front of Mizell's shirt.

"You'd never find anyone better than me. Not even close," Rhys growled, leaning in close until his eyes were locked on Mizell's and his lips were just barely ghosting against the other's, "Take me upstairs right now, and I'll move in with you."

[istaya]

Mizell smirked when Rhys ended back into his lap and held him close. He kissed him deep at his words just wanting to love him, and have him as much as he could. He stood and kept Rhys in his arms as he took the back route to his apartment. "We can get your things in the morning," he told him before putting him down to unlock his door. Once inside he leaned Rhys against the door to kiss his neck again. "I want you," he growled.

[Ephemerality]

Rhys knew he had been manipulated when the other kissed him, but he didn't care. He didn't like being told what to do, and more importantly, the thought of someone else getting Mizell's attention made the boy fiercely jealous. As he was brought up to the other's apartment, part of him was scolding himself for giving in.. What was he thinking, moving in with the giver -- his boss, of all people? This was a bad idea, hew just knew it.. But then why was some part of him actually looking forward to living with the man? Luckily, being pushed up against the door a moment later made it quite easy to push the thoughts away.

"Who's stopping you?" Rhys answered in a low, seductive voice. Irked as he had been, it was hard to stay that way when the redhead had him pinned like this. All he could think about was how much he wanted the other. "If you want me," He whispered as he pressed his body against the other, hands coming up to tangle in the other's long hair, "then take me."