I Want Your Bite [Alex]

[James Dylan Davenport]

It was one of Dylan's rare night off. Well, it was rare for him to dress and be out drinking. Even if he looked a bit older than his normally 18 year old self, he was glad that he was tall and good looking. He had on his leather pants, a tight black shirt, his black leather jacket, black boots, his silver chain watch and a dogtag necklace. His entire was oozing with appeal and there was no doubt that Dylan would get lucky that night. He didn't care about all the one night stands he went through. Come morning, he wouldn't remember who he slept with or would he ever see him again anyway. So it was really fine.

Dylan entered the pub and was already being eyed by several pairs of men who some were already drooling. He hid a smirk as he made his way to the bar and ordered up. The bartender already knew who he was since he worked in the same Alley as Dylan. They had spoken to each other a few times before but Dylan never muddied the waters with sex. Because he needed at least one person who he knew and could talk to in the Alley. As he sat there, he had spoken to a few others who had given him several innuendos that they would very much like to have him as company for the night. Well, Dylan had many to choose from but none of them seem to matter when he caught site of a very tall, dirty blond man. The aura screamed of danger but also of sex appeal and passion. And Dylan wanted it.

Sexy Clothes Here

[Alex Dean Andrews]

Sitting at the bar, Alex wanted a drink. He was still upset with Casey from last night, he left nearly as soon as his mate got home. Every time he looked at himself, his eyes would shoot right now to where his tattoo was printed, even it was covered in cloth. Alex didn't know what to do about it. Casey had tried to make up for it, but what submissive mate challenge an alpha? Their alpha? Alex couldn't help but think like wolf, he never took the wolfsbane, so after the 2 to 3 changes a month over the past few years, Alex become less human. Growling, Alex finished the last of his whiskey. He wanted something stronger, but he didn't want to come home drunk. Pissed off or not, he still had kids at home.

Taking in a breath, he ordered a beer, and stood up scanning for anyone to talk to. Something to get his mind off Casey's little thing yesterday. When he caught the eyes of a boy starring at him, Alex couldn't help but be amused at the familiar face. Was he being checked out or the was the boy recognizing him as well? Walking over to Ben's trainee, the older man grinned, "Davenport, look at you all dressed up." Alex flirted lightly, only to have some fun before heading home. Taking a sip of the beer, Alex wondered if his mate would actually start acting like his mate if he saw him now. Flirting with a boy, many years younger than him. Thinking about Casey again, made Alex growl allowed, he even went as far as grabbing Dylan's waist, and pulling him roughly against Alex's own. "I'm Alex, but you already know that, don't you?"

The shirt is buttoned

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan was really pleased with himself and how he had dressed himself. He was very attractive and he knew it. No point in pretending that he wasn't. After the meeting with the new Dark Lord and how he was included in Rowan and James' blunder really irked Dylan but he, of course being the smart and intellectual of the trainees, kept his mouth shut to make sure that he would go home alive and unharmed and unpunished.

He was brought out of his musing when Alex had moved from where he was and had approached and acknowledged him. Dylan smirked and nodded, "Call me Dylan. And thank you. Though I already knew how well I look, it doesn't hurt to be told about it again and again." he teased. Dylan knew Alex was older than him. But he didn't really mind. He was sure that it would only be a one time thing and nothing would change the morning tomorrow. Alex was the Dark Lord's personal guard and would remain that way in Dylan's eyes. "Should I call you Alex or Mr. Andrews? But yes, I knew. I saw you a few times before." he said as he chuckled after being pulled closer to the man. Why? Dylan didn't know but he knew he would find out later on.

"So... what brings a good looking man like you here? Alone?" he asked as he took a shot of tequila and smirked at Alex.

[Alex Dean Andrews]

Alex was reminded why he didn't like teens, they were more into themselves than they were into anything else, and they asked stupid questions. Perhaps he should get home, Dylan was a gorgeous boy, but saying things allowed that mattered very little, Alex was already getting annoyed. Difference was, this wasn't Casey. Pinning Dylan to the bar with one hand his body hard, not really thinking about if it hurt the younger man or not. With Casey he was careful, he was rough, but careful. This boy? No, he didn't mean anything to Alex, so it didn't matter to him if the boy went home with a few marks and bruises. Bluntly saying so, "You ask stupid questions. What is anyone else doing here? To drink. As for why am I alone, I think I'm capable to walk about on my own."

Looking to the shot, Alex smirked, all the younger kids who wanted to get drunk to get drunk. God if he was 20 again, no kids, no girlfriend, no boyfriend, Alex would be doing what Dylan was doing. Not wanting the younger boy to get familiar with him, let alone comfortable, "Andrews, you can call me Andrews." It was more distant than 'Alex' and less likely to let the teen slip up later. He wondered if Ben knew what his trainees were out doing. Using the hand holding the bottle, Alex moved his hand to Dylan's dogtag, picking it up. "A dogtag." Alex moved his head to look at Dylan's eyes, "The puppy scared he'll get lost?" Smirking, he let it go to fall back on Dylan's chest.

Waving down the bartender, Alex leaned away from Dylan to the bartender, asking him for two shots of the strongest Grappa they had, making sure not to let Dylan hear him, because in a bar like this, you didn't have to yell. It wasn't a night club. In all honesty, Alex just wanted something to amuse himself with. Grappa can go up to 60% of pure alcohol, so Alex highly doubted the kid could get through the shot, no matter how much he drank. He doubted himself, but he knew he would be able to at least swallow it. Grabbing the two shots, he handed one to Dylan, getting up close with him again. Casey would kill him if he saw Alex now, and Alex knew that, maybe that's why he pushing so hard. It was obvious to Alex, Casey didn't give a fuck what Alex wanted, otherwise, the older man wouldn't even be here right now.

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan felt a little irked that the older guy was a bit... no, not a bit. Alex Andrews was being a royal jerk. But it was expected really. He answered so Dylan had to listen even if he didn't want to. It was the polite thing to do.

When Dylan saw Alex smirk, Merlin! Dylan thought that someone had sucked the strength from his knees. The smirk Alex Andrews had on his face shouldn't even be allowed. Now Dylan wanted just one night! He'd do anything to taste the man in front of him.

Andrews. Well, Dylan never really liked his last name since it was too long and it didn't sit too well with the 'good' people. His name was linked to he murder of his parents that was done by his brother. Though it was a sound case, there were those who didn't really believe that he was innocent. But he didnt care. "Andrews it is then." When the other noticed his dogtag his smirked, "Og not at all. I just like having one. This was given to me by some person who I used to go out when I was still in school." he answered casually.

While they fell in silence, a few men approached Dylan, "Hey handsome. Want to dance with us?" one of the men asked. "Sorry boys, not tonight. I already have one in mind." he told them with a smirk and the men shrugged. Oh yeah, Dylan knew who he wanted that very night.

[Alex Dean Andrews]

"Muggles use these, during the war. They use them so they can name the bodies of the dead." Alex raised an eyebrow to Dylan, wondering they the boy would wear something like this. He had never seen it on a wizard, so with this boy being trained by Ben, Alex couldn't see it being a wise choice at all. "Your ex must have been muggleborn then." Alex said plainly, he wondered if there were people in their groups who had what Alex had with Casey, a muggleborn spouse.

Taking the shot up, to show the younger male, he leaned in and whispered, "If you can take this, in one go, no choking and no spitting it out, I'll let you take me upstairs." When the stranger walked away from them, Alex narrowed his eyes at the stranger. Who obviously was blind, Alex wasn't protective, but Dylan was obviously already busy. Why even bother? Taking his shot to his lips, of the same liquid he had given Dylan, he grinned forcing himself to a calm, "If you can't, I get to dance with you and show you off until I take you upstairs. Sound fair? It's just a shot."

Alex took the shot back, forcing himself to swallow the foul taste and feeling his body grow hot. The taste of the shot was awful, but it got you drunk faster than anything. The redness of his face was plain as day, he looked up to Dylan and raised both eyebrows, daring the boy to copy him.

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan knew what they were for. He wasn't stupid. "I know. And no, he wasn't muggleborn. He was a half blood. He gave me this because he thought that if worse comes to worse, and I get my head blown off, there would be a way for people to know my corpse when they find it somewhere." he told Alex politely and with a smile as he finished his drink.

Then he saw Alex's order come up and Dylan near froze in his spot when Alex leaned in close to whisper. Just one shot. But the man was somewhat confident. Dylan eyed the shot glass and turned to Alex. "I have a very deep tolerance for liquor. A badly misspent early teen years. And sure... Its just a shot." Then he smirked. "You know, I I down this one, you'll have to dance with me then upstairs." he said as he then took the shot and downed it instantly.

Dylan was taken by surprise when the drink tasted awful. But he clintched his teeth and swallowed the while thing down, trying to grab hold of the edge of the table. DAMN! No wonder Alex was confident! Ugh. As Dylan stood there, he tried to shake his head to regain his composure. Then he turned to Alex who was slowly having a double. "I win."

[Alex Dean Andrews]

Alex raised an eyebrow at Dylan, a half blood. "Thats actually worse don't you think? A pureblood chose to be with a muggleborn." Alex thought about himself with Casey, but more than that, he saw how Dylan was wearing a necklace, a fucking muggle necklace because his ex gave it to him. Alex wanted to give his ex something similar, but that wasn't what Casey wanted. This was just fuel to the fire that had already been building. Looking at Dylan, Alex thought over this boy, how come this younger trainee was doing what he wanted his own boyfriend to so?

Grinning when watched Dylan take it back, waiting to see of all the talk was worth it. Raising an eyebrow when he did swallow the shot, he laughed. "So you do. Maybe we should head upstairs then?" Ales knew he should say he had a mate, that he should be getting home, but he didn't. He only smirked and headed to the rooms upstairs, he's leave some coins on the table for the cheap room. When he got to the rooms, he unlocked and went into one, wondering if he was actually gonna regret this in the morning.

Turning back to Dylan, "I'll have to raincheck on that dance." Alex shut the bedroom door behind them.

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan tilted his head to the side. The shot he just took was slowly creeping up. Whatever it was, damn it was good! "Worse? Who said that dating a half-blood was worse? Muggleborns however... they are so amusing. They look at the world differently. They talk about logic and ethics and most purebloods would sneer or roll their eyes. Yes, many will say they are an abomonation to the purebloods... but the purebloods, the old ones, they are dying out. They marry too close together and from what I remember, I saw a picture of the Flint family. NOT a family I would marry to even if I were a girl." he said as he wrinkled his nose at the last part.

He was amused when Alex recommended the upstairs instantly. He wasn't going to protest at all. He wanted to meet someone as dashing and as strong as Alex Andrews. He followed the man as steady as he could and when they got to the door and went in, Dylan knew he was in for a night of his life. "Raincheck then." he said, smirking as he took off his jacket and swayed to the small bed. "This will have to do then." ge thought to himself before looking back at Alex.

"So... will you just be standing there and stare at me the whole night?" he challenged the other, knowing full well that it would be a double edge sword if taken the wrong way. He plopped down on the bed, stretching his arms up and his shirt rising, showing a flat and pal stomach.

[Alex Dean Andrews]

Sitting back on the bar, Alex looked down to the younger man, unsure of his point of view. Muggles weren't so bad. Half bloods weren't so bad. What was he doing in the death eater rank? Humming, he'd just have to talk to Ben about it later, even if the hard headed man wouldn't listen, at least Alex would have tried. Now that it mentioned, Alex couldn't think of meeting a Davenport who was a pureblood. He laughed nonetheless, the Flint family weren't smart or attractive people, it wasn't a mystery why people stayed away from that family.

When he saw Dylan laying on the bed, Alex couldn't help but think of his boyfriend at home. If Alex didn't come home tonight or even late, what would Casey do? Assume you're at work. Moving to the bed, he crawled up the over Dylan, pushing all thoughts of his boyfriend to back of his head. He looked down to the dog tag necklace around Dylan's neck, and sneered. He grabbed the younger man, and pulled him to him, kissing him hard on the lips, waiting to get this started now.

---I think that's all done lol---